"Now listen, Catherine Parks", I told her, "You have a choice. Cease
resisting me and become my slave girl, and enjoy your transformations, or refuse me, and your transformations will be undignified and painful. You may answer, but remember to be polite".
It wasn't much of a choice, and we both knew it. "That's an ultimatum, not a choice", she said reasonably. "Oh. Very well. 3: You
get to be the size and shape of Jabba the Hutt but invited visitors
will see you in your Cheerleader form. 4: You agree to be nude, fat and pregnant for my entertainment, although your giving birth will be pleasurable, not painful, and finally, 5: You refuse to obey me,and as a punishment you will be locked into a chastity belt that will have a padlock and I'll throw away the key". "Well?" "I will be
your slave girl, master, and I would only ask three favours of you.
Please? You have gained total power over me, after all".I considered this. "Very well, state them, bondswoman", I said, at which she cheekily hummed the 007 theme. I laughed, "Cheeky!" I smiled, ruffling her hair affectionately. She smiled back. "What's a bondswoman, master?" she asked politely. "It is another word meaning slave girl. State your three favours". She said, "Please may I be treated kindly? That's my first favour". "I said, "Slave, you have been reading the wrong kind of books. I'll quote from page 100 of The Romans by R.H. Barrow to clear up your misconceptions. "As wars of expansion ceased, captives were scarcer, and barbarians made bad slaves; the economic fallacy of slavery in agriculture and industry became clearer, and standards of humanity were raised. From the lowest motives of freedom, it was discovered that the more the lot of a slave approached that of a free man, the more useful he was". This was news to Miss Catherine Parks. "Oh? How so?"
she asked, and I replied, "Well, civilised though they were, the Romans absolutely loathed retail trade and the routine of business, so the slaves carried out these tasks for them, and were often more skilled at it than their masters". "But they didn't own any property, did they? Slaves, I mean", Miss Parks asked. I replied, "As a matter of fact, you're wrong. Slaves had always been allowed to have property of their own. And in the early Roman Empire this was quite considerable, for the elaborate law that dealt with slaves' property shows that they owned land, could conduct business with free men, and they also owned property, ships, interests in business concerns, and in some cases, even slaves of their own. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't the occasional case of cruelty to slaves, there was, but legislation from the Senate restricted it when the public opinions of the ordinary Roman citizens made themselves felt. And if you think about it, the position of the slave-male or female, was often enviable, because they had opportunities but no heavy burden of responsibilities. All clear now?" "Yes, master, and thank you. Another transformation?" "Yes. I wish you were a sixteen-year-old triple-breasted nude cheerleader!" Instantly, his wish was carried out. "May I see my new form, master?" she asked. "Sure. Be my guest". She did so. "Cor! Does anybody else look like me?" she asked, obviously pleased as punch. "I sincerely doubt it, but I do know that everybody, somewhere, has an exact double. I am glad that you like your new form. Tomorrow you will get another new transformation, Cathy".