I still had a feeling that something was wrong. The Master never took me on anymore outings. I was living almost the same as I had prior to becoming a slave. John and/or Erin and sometimes Ed would arrive in the mornings for the cleansing. We would also eat most of our meals together in the slave dining hall. Life had taken on a routine.

William asked me to join him for dinner tonight and I had fallin' all over myself accepting. William and I were spending more and more time together. Last week I had spent the entire weekend with him in his apartment.

At six o'clock I told my secretary, Phil, to get the report we had been working on down to Eric and I would see him in the morning. He left with the report while I began to put away the files we had been using.

I headed straight for William's apartment. As the elevator door opened onto his foyer, I gave a suppressed giggle, as I always did lately. The condom was still hanging from crystal Mickey's dick and my pouch was still sitting on his head where it had landed the day of William's return.

Because it was necessary for me to go to various offices downtown during the day in the performance of my duties, I now wore conservative business suits during working hours. I entered William's living room and removed my jacket, laying it across the back of a chair.

I walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured myself a rye and 7. This was the only place other than the formal dining room where alcohol was permitted. William had given me permission the first night he was back to help myself anytime.

I sure needed the drink, it had been a long, grueling day. It started with one major problem, which we managed to get fixed in less than an hour, then a whole bunch of little ones, one right after the other. By noon hour we were bogged down with all these little frustrations.

By four, everything had been cleared up, but I then had to prepare a report which should have been done first thing in the morning. Phil stayed and helped me get it finished.

I sat in William's big easy chair rocker, took a sip of my drink, put my head back and closed my eyes. I didn't hear anyone come in or even feel a presence. Suddenly the Master's voice almost caused me a heart attack.

"Hello Rob, how's the project?" he asked.

I was startled, which caused me to jump, spilling my drink onto the floor.

"Ah....right on schedule Sir." I stammered.

"Good. Did you get the report for the board finished today?"

"Yes Sir. Phil was going to deliver it to Eric on his way to dinner."

As I answered I went to the bar and picked up a cloth to wipe the floor. Thank goodness the floor was hardwood. I wiped up the mess and took the rag and my empty glass back to the bar.

"Would you care for a drink, Sir." I asked. "Yes, same as you are drinking." he replied, which gave me permission to refill my glass.

We carried on with talk about the project until William finally showed up. He poured himself a drink and joined us. The Master's drink was just about gone as was mine.

"Would you care for a refill, Sir." I asked.

"Yes please, Rob."

Although he hadn't included me in his reply I was going to take a chance that it was permissible. I needed another.

I made the drinks and carried them over, handing him his. He took it and mumbled thanks as he listened to what William was saying.

It turned out that the Master was joining us for dinner. William had neglected to tell me, I thought we were going to have a nice dinner and great sex. Turned out that we had a nice dinner and some very important business discussions.

After dinner we adjourned to William's den, I didn't even know he had one. It was a cozy, manly place, with wall to wall bookshelves filled to overflowing. It looked like these books were not here for show. Someone read them.

We each sat in a big leather wing chair as one of the serving slaves served the brandy and then coffee. We now got down to some very important discussions about....... well, about yours truly.

After some preliminary questions about things such as: how I felt about being the personal property of another man; the contract I had signed; how I had been treated; did I regret having signed the contract, etc., etc., the Master popped the big question.

"Rob, William would like me to transfer your ownership to him. He would like you to fill the role for him that Henry fills for me." he paused, looking me straight in the eye.

My heart was pounding so hard I am sure they both could hear it.

"He made this request over a month ago and I have been putting off giving him an answer. I was not completely convinced that you are ready for such a role. I know you have the potential, I am just not sure you are ready." He took a sip of his brandy.

"Well, William has become impatient, as is usual for youth, he wants an answer. But the answer can not come from me alone. Under the current terms of the contract it is none transferable without your consent." Again he looked deep into my eyes.

"Rob, would you consent to a transfer of your contract from me to William?" He asked it point blank.

I was flabbergasted. It looked like he was actually going to transfer my ownership to William.

"If it pleases you Master, for me to consent to a transfer of my contract to Master William and undergo training to be his personal servant, I would gladly give that consent, Sir." I said. See I learned my lessons real well.

A smile lit up his face.

"Maybe I have misjudged just how far you really have come, Rob. Then so be it. First thing tomorrow morning the two of you be in my office for the formal transfer."

My Road to Slavery began 35 years ago, today. This is the anniversary of that day the Master yelled at me in the check out line of the supermarket.

While it is a happy occasion, which I would love to celebrate, today is also a very sad day.

The Master passed away in his sleep during the night. He was 76. Henry came directly to William's apartment to give us the bad news. I am now sitting here holding Henry, also in his 70's, tightly while he cries on my shoulder. I want desperately to sooth his grief, but know I can not succeed. William has gone down to talk with the doctor.

As I sit here rocking the grieving Henry, I think back on the past 35 years. It has been a wonderful life. I don't think I could ever have been as happy had the Master not taken me.

William and I have lived together in his apartment ever since the day I signed the transfer papers giving him ownership of my body. Although William has the contract, he has never treated me as a slave. I finished the project and then was assigned various other positions within The House of Scott business empire.

I was wrong about never seeing Rich again. He is a very important member of the board of the House of Scott. Every once in a while William invites him over and we have one hell of a, manage et trois.

The Master handed over the reins of The House of Scott to William 10 years ago. Two years later, Rich retired and William elevated me to the position of Vice President.

John and Erin are still slaves in the House of Scott. John is the Household manager and Erin is his assistant. They were both appointed to these positions some 18 years ago when old Tony had passed away. They still live together in the same appartment they shared when we first met. We still all get together for some dandy orgies and sometimes just a nice one on one in the whirlpool.

David has become the First Chef and manager for all House of Scott Food Services. It involves much more than just the mansion. He is a very busy man with a staff of over 300 people, 40 of whom are slaves like himself.

Master Jackson was killed in a automobile accident, 3 weeks before Ed was due to go back. Ed decided to transfer his contract to Master Scott. He and David had become very, very good friends and the Master had given permission for them to move in together. Ed is now William's secretary.

Life has been very good. For me the Road to Slavery has turned out to be the Road to Life.

The End.