White Slave Act of 2000 - Ingrid’s Tale - Part 43 - Mr. Jorgan calls on Mr. West
White Slave Act of 2000 - Ingrid’s Tale - Part 43 – Mr. Jorgan calls on Mr. West
When I looked up from my slave, I saw that, Mr. West had a very serious look on his face. He was saying something to his office slave about studying his enslavement regulations. It dawned on me just then what my next show was going to be!
I knew I needed to capture the essence of this idea, so I dropped the crop from my hand, pulled the release lever on the stocks and told my slave to sit in the corner to wait for me… as I had some ‘work’ to do…
I had been watching the live feed from Mr. West’s place when his slave climbed onto the apparatus and squirmed into position where Mr. West cuffed her and secured her for her flogging.
I moved quickly to my office where I jotted down the gist of the idea… We needed to produce a new show along the lines of all of those wonderful ‘Do it yourself’ shows on television, only this one would be “Do It Yourself Slave-Mastering, for the new slavers.”
I had come a long way since I dreamed up the whole torture channel idea a few years ago. Some memories flashed through my mind as I made my notes. I’d just barely graduated college when I interned at a big city news room. The off-hours stuff had been much more fun though. It seemed all the girls were just chomping at the bit to get to know anybody ‘in television’…
When the jail-bait daughter of some bigwig church leader came on to me and begged to have me take some ‘footage’ of her, I couldn’t resist. One thing lead to another and the video made it to a frat party, where the horny guys paid very well to watch her pleasure herself. She even brought along some clothes and ‘accessories’ that made her look like a maid and a handcuffed servant girl. When I saw the strong reaction form the college guys, the brainstorm hit me…We needed a whole pay-per-view channel about stuff like this. Well, I pitched my idea to one of the producers at the station and boy did her eyes light up!!! Little did I know that she was a closet dominatrix… I didn’t even know what that meant at the time…
She and I arranged the ‘pilot’ and sold it to HBO and made a ton of money… Well, that money bankrolled us to expand our market and one thing lead to another and soon we were pitching some soft bondage and degradation… We soon had girls just knocking down our doors to get onto the small screen…
The first time someone raised the specter of censorship, I dredged out my ‘screen-test’ videos of some daughters of the very ‘right-wing’ members of Los Angeles. The ‘little girls’ were just 18 and I had all the waivers in order so they had no way to stop us now…
I decided with my partner to found The Torture Channel as a simulated show to test the bou8ndaries of the paying public. We couldn’t sign people up fast enough. I already had enough ‘dirty laundry’ on the rich and powerful to keep them all in line. Some even liked the benefits of ‘sponsorship’ so much that they stated providing new girls for us! When a legislator signed up, I contacted him and suggested the whole White Slave act scenario to make the slavery / torture shows real world and he set the ball rolling. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Soon after the passage of the act, the channel ventured into ‘real’ torture. I had exclusive arrangements with several slavers like Mr. West for collecting video directly from their buildings. But I knew there must be a huge untapped reservoir of slaver wanna-bees out there. As I finished my note, I thought back to when I had enslaved my own wife… She had no clue that I was gong to subject her to the slave act until the ‘police’ came to drag her away. Even with all of the video that I had watched, I struggled with the ins and outs of the apparatus and the equipment. My wife and I fumbled with different methods to control her and to punish her when she got out of line. If only I had known then everything that I know now…
I could see the do it yourself show becoming a huge hit.
As I finished my notes, my recollection was broken by the slave on the screen in front of me… I heard her say: “Oh god! Oh shit!”
It looked like the flogging had brought on a number of orgasms. I could see her twitch and jump on the apparatus.
I saw West withdraw and walk up to her head. He said something like: “Did you learn you lesson?”
I heard her whisper “Yes.”
He said something about getting back to work, so I took that opportunity to give him a call. I dialed his cell phone number and waited for him to find the phone and answer.
“Hello, Mr. West? This is Mr. Jorgan… Hugh Jorgan… of NMG. I have a few things I need to discuss with you… Have you a moment?”
He indicated he had just a little time…
I pressed on; “Well, there are three things I need to talk to you about. First, I will be working on the beauty pageant project that you learned of today. In fact, I am sort of the man behind the scenes, so to speak, which shouldn’t surprise you. I see a whole range of follow-up programs about the slaves after the pageant is over. Sort of a ‘Where are they now” sort of thing. So you and I can work out the video details before the pageant begins.”
“Second, as I was watching your feed earlier today, I noticed that there was a time when you left he office slave to do her work without a clear recourse if you were late in returning. In the event you were delayed, or heaven forbid hurt and couldn’t return, there was a possibility that the slave might come to harm in your absence. So, that brings me to my second point, as experienced as you and I are, we sometimes forget nagging little details like that… So, as a word of caution, devise a way to keep the slave alive, should you be delayed by circumstances out of your control.”
“Now that brings me to my final point, this has inspired an idea for a new series on the Torture Channel. What I need from you is to start to record the ‘rules of the road’, so to speak, that make you a successful slave owner. That’s all I’m going to share at he present… so begin to record your methods and remember to record the lessons that you might have learned the hard way. For example, when you lost slaves that you would really rather have kept, record how you modified your methods to prevent that sort of thing from recurring…”
“I can see that you are busy right now, so get back to your office slave and I’ll be back in touch on a couple of days with more details.”
I went back to my slave (wife) and I couldn’t keep from smiling very broadly. She raised her eyebrows and that signal let me know t hat she had a question.
“Yes dear, what is it,” I said?
“Why are you smiling so much? And who is going to suffer because of this new idea that you obviously have cooked up?”
She knew me all too well. My smile had indeed revealed my inner thoughts. I told her some of the details that I had already hatched and I could see that she approved. I clipped her back into the stocks. I proceeded to administer fifteen more lashes as she quivered and shuddered her way to three more orgasms.
“And you, my dear, are going to help me devise the screenplay and script for the initial shows of the do it yourself series, right here in our very own dungeon.”
With that I loosed her bonds and let her fall in a heap where she had just stood, to sleep the night away, thinking of the new show in her dreams…
