The Pros and Cons of Slavery

Mistress and slave arrived at our little SW hideaway very early Saturday morning. And so far we are getting into the New Mexico groove.... We took our time with our early morning still groggy from all that travel wake-up sex. Then later after some skiing and a nap, there a more robust pre-dinner exploration of each other's bodies. I really am a pampered Slave, aren't I?

Of course, back of mind during our afternoon session was  that "scientific" study showing the average length of intercourse in each of the 50 states.

"Maybe we need an hour glass to turn over just when we get started to see exactly how long it takes, Mistress?"

With or without a timer, it seemed we exceeded our two states' combined averages, before we settled back to a resting phase.

Then it was get dressed and head out to dinner with two couples - one from Texas and one from Oklahoma -  who are also in town for a a few days.

It was over dinner and after we had all shared a few beverages that the conversation took a rather bizarre turn.

You know how these things go.... from movies we have seen,  to "12 Years a Slave", and then Ol' Mick brings up the recent incident at Ole' Miss involving a noose, a confederate flag, and the statute of James Meridith. My goal was to tell about an interview with Mr. Meridith - who apparently thinks his statute should be removed and calls it a "false idol". But I never got there.

Instead June - a nearly 60  something woman with overly enhanced breasts - reveals she has her graduate degrees from Ole' Miss and launches into a long monologue about how "sure slavery was terrible BUT.... ". You know the story .... there were good traditions that came of it, most slaves were happy, lots of owners treated their slaves well...... yadda and yadda. You could almost hear Dixie playing in the background.

Jaws were dropping. This Slave tried valiantly to save June from further embarrassment  by going in a different direction, as Mistress looked on with that knowing eye that said 'be careful Slave"....

"Well really June, it's just a matter of that whole "involuntary servitude" thing... I mean if someone knowingly volunteers to be a slave, without coercion, and the owner accepts responsibility that would be just fine, wouldn't it?"

She failed to grab the lifeline I was throwing her..... and kept up with her defense of the "peculiar institution".... so I kept adding fuel to my diversionary fire....

"I mean what if you had a written contract you negotiated with your Master or Mistress.... you could even have a checklist of things you were consenting to in advance.... whips.... check..... chains.... check...., attend to the Master's needs... check"

At that point I think Mistress kicked me under the table.....

June apparently thinks I am seriously engaging her on the merits of pre-Civil War slavery, and renews her rant about my stubborn inability to appreciate these matters from the point of view of a plantation owner, who had to work in a very competitive marketplace to fend for his family.

Maybe it was this point that I tried my last smutty diversion.

June was sitting next to me and I put my arm around her shoulder:

"The key is voluntary, June.... I mean what if I volunteered to be your Slave...."

At that point she finally got that I was kidding.... her eyes lit up..... ""Oh yeah, I get it .... handcuffs.... 50 shades of grey.... So that's where you're into, Mick?"

We all laughed, her rant was broken, and the conversation turned to something less divisive.... like how long sex lasts in our respective states. We decided there should be an hour glass built for every state's average time span.... with a big one for New Mexico, and a very small one for Ohio.

But I wonder if Mistress will discipline me for my acting out last night?