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10/31/2022 9:57 pm

Lifetime In A Box - Part 1

I have no idea of where this came from, I did NOT write it. I found it cleaning out some old hard drives from about 15 years ago.
Please see the story "Lifetime In A Box - Part 1" below in the comments section.

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Lifetime In A Box - Part 1

Quietly the two young women walked down the corridor of the Valley Seniors home to the last door on the left. It was there sad task to begin packing the belongings for shipment to whom ever was listed on the records of the elderly late Miss Dorothy Goodson.
Carol and Lynn had worked as aids for a couple of years now at the home, neither could remember much about the seemingly frail older woman other then the occasional hello, usually from them. Miss Goodson rarely spoke to anyone, mostly she had stayed to herself sitting in her room, writing in some sort of book or starring out the window.
Talking between themselves, neither could recall seeing anyone coming to see the old lady, or remember her having received any mail. How sad Carol remarked to Lynn, that someone should spend there entire life alone like that, nodding in agreement they pushed open the door entered the room.
Lynn moved to the side of the bed and begin to clean out the bedside table, while Carol went to the closet, removing the clothing from the rack, folding the garments then placing them in the baskets that had been brought in earlier. After removing the shoes and a few other items from the floor of the closet, Carol started taking down the boxes from the upper shelf.
One box larger then the others caught Carols eye, something protruding from under the lid made Carol curious. Lifting down the box, Carol sat it on the bed, removed the lid and lifted out the item that she had noticed. It was long, about 14 maybe 16 inches in length and about 2 inches wide, made of soft black leather, it had three rings on it and a clasp on the end with a lock. It appeared to be a collar of some sort, but nothing Carol had ever seen. Carol called Lynn over to look at the well worn collar. Taking the collar in her hand, Lynn turned it over and carefully examined it, then noticed tooled into the leather under the center ring was the words Masters Pet August 1963. The two women looked up at each other in silence.
Placing the collar to the side on the bed, Lynn reach into the box and removed a small black velvet pouch. Carefully pulling open the draw strings, she emptied the contents of the pouch into the palm of her hand, there she and Carol found themselves looking at five gold rings, similar to earrings, but somehow they were different, along with that was a set of golden rings with tiny settings. Carol whispered to Lynn, "Oh my Lynn," those are nipple rings, my roommate has her nipples pierced, and I'm pretty sure that is what those are, but I'm not sure about the others. Again they looked at each other in amazement.
Lynn returned the rings to the pouch, then placed it with the collar as Carol removed a small shoe box, inside they found two well worn leather straps fastened in a circular shape held together with locks, and had a ring at there centers. Carol heard Lynn's intake of breath, and the disbelief in her voice as she said, "Carol these are wrist cuffs." In the box that had contained the cuffs were a set of chains with fastenings to attach to the cuffs. Lynn replace the cuffs into the box as Carol begin to remove the next item.

(end part 1)

Lifetime In a Box
(part 2)

Carol removed several envelops lying loosely, She lifted them out and looked through them. They were an assortment of cards, Christmas, Birthday, and other various occasions, sent to the older woman by friends or family from over the years, all with the usual inscriptions one writes on such things.
Lynn lifted out another box, inside she found several folded pieces of tissue paper. Unfolding the first one, she found a pressed rose that at one time had been white, now faded to brown, a card had been placed with it, printed on the card was the date, August 5, 1963, ... my collaring.
The next one contained another pressed flower and another card, My birthday March 20, 1972, ... from Master.
The last one contained petals from several flowers in a small plastic bag, under the bag was a card, this one the type that funeral homes give out. Printed on that card was the name Wade Henderson, June 12.1925 to DEC 18.1984. Lynn tucked everything back into the box, then peered over to see what Carol was taking a look at.
While Lynn had been going through the box, Carol had come across a brown folder envelope, inside she found some papers. The first was a copy of Miss Goodson's birth certificate, next was a baptismal certificate. There was an envelope with news paper clippings telling of the passing of first Miss Goodsons father, then her mother, a third one that announced the marriage of her brother, and last a clipping that told of his passing. Carol unfolded another document, the header read Contractual Agreement of Slavery. Carol proceeded to read aloud its content to Lynn.
It clearly stated that Dorothy Goodson had entered into slavery and become the soul property of Wade Henderson.
The two women were astounded. Holding the contract in her hand Carol looked at Lynn, as they both sank to sit on the bed staring at each other. Neither able to believe what they had just discovered.
Pointing to the paper in Carols hand Lynn exclaimed, "She gave herself into slavery!" How could anyone in there right mind do such a thing?" This is unbelievable, to give up everything you have, everything you are to serve some man. To be totally dependent on him. To answer to his every whim, think what he tells you to think, or have done to you what ever he decides to do with you without saying a word. "Oh God Carol, her life must have been hell."
I don't know Lynn, Carol said, look at the other things we've found. That doesn't seem like she was to unhappy does it? I mean, she seemed to have friends. I don't know, I just don't know. She released a sigh, and returned to the last documents in her hand.
Opening up the next one she was surprised to see that it was a marriage certificate. Miss Goodson had in fact been married to Wade Henderson. They had been married on the same date as the date on the slave contract, August 5, 1963.
Folded with the marriage certificate was another document, a certificate of birth. A son born to Dorothy and Wade Henderson October 11, 1965. Attached to the birth certificate how ever was a death certificate listing the cause of death as still born. Carol and Lynn found themselves crying for the loss of this child and the pain the older woman must have felt. Wiping tears from her eyes, Carol folded the papers and retrieved the last document, she found it to be another death certificate, that for Wade Henderson, and a news paper clipping. Reading the clipping they learned that Wade Henderson had been the victim of a multi-car accident during a winter snow storm, Dorothy had also been in the car but had survived. After being trapped in the car for more then three hours, she had finally been freed and taken to the hospital to be treated for the injuries she had sustained. During those hours Dorothy had clung to Wades lifeless hand.
In silence, Carol refolded all the documents and returned them to the folder as tears quietly trailed down her cheek. Lynn to sat quietly unable to find words to express the thoughts of what it must have been like for the older woman to have gone through such a terrible time. Reaching up, Lynn realized that she too was crying as she wiped the tear from her cheek.

(end part 2)

Lifetime In A Box
(part 3)

Lynn was still trying to swallow back the lump in her throat, as she removed the stack of envelops tied in a black ribbon. Something told her that these were the sympathy cards that Dorothy had received after Wades death. She removed the top one out and read the sentiments written. Who ever the writer of this one had been they seemed to have held Wade in great esteem and affection. Lynn couldn't help wonder if the person knew of what kind of relationship he had with Dorothy. It wasn't until she read the last line telling Dorothy that if there were anything they could do to help in seeing to her Master affairs, that Lynn begin to wonder what the relationship between them had been like. She replace the card in the stack, but couldn't bring herself to read any of the others. Part of her didn't want believe that others could have been aware of the Master/slave relationship and still have had respect for the man.
Carols tap to Lynn's shoulder brought her attention back to what Carol was holding. In Carols lap was a photo album containing pictures. Together they both begin to turn through the pages.
The first picture was of a lovely woman of perhaps early to mid 30's, her long dark auburn hair blowing freely in the wind, her dark eyes full of laughter and a warm smile on her lips. She was being held in the arms of a man in about his 30's, dark hair with a few flecks of gray at the temples, his smile was warm and loving as he gazed down at the woman in his arms. It was apparent that the two people were deeply in love with each other.
There were picture after picture of the two either together or separate, alone together or with others. Home shot taken at those odd moments, when caught off guard. Pictures taken at parties, or at some type of park. Pictures of either him or her opening gifts at Christmas or a Birthday. It was close to the back of the book that they found the pictures of Dorothy, kneeling in the center of some room, her hands bound her head down, collar and cuffs on. She was nude, and the rings were in her nipples. Standing above her dressed in a dark shirt and what look like leather pants was Wade, he held in his hand some type of black stick with a piece of leather on the end. His look seemed stern, and yet there was something else there, pride. Yes, he seemed to have pride in the look he gave her, as though what he saw was very precious to him. As they looked closer at Dorothy something in the way she knelt there and held herself radiated a pride in itself, as though this simple act of being
before this man was the most wonderful thing she could be doing.
They continued to flip through the photos ... there were pictures of Dorothy tied up and blindfolded. Of her lying across Wades lap being spanked. Others showed her dressed in various types of costumes. One was a harness type outfit, another was a corset with hose and heels. It was obvious that they had been taken over a period of years, yet in all of them that same look between the two people never changed except to be even more loving.
The last set of photos were perhaps the ones that startled the two women the most. They were shots of Dorothy lying on a table in the nude, standing beside her holding on to her was Wade. On the other side was a man who's face was half covered by a black hood type mask. The mans chest was bare. In his hand he held a branding iron. In the photos that followed were shots at different stages as the man applied the red hot iron to the tender hip flesh of Dorothy. The last shot was a close up of the brand and its intricate design. In every shot Carol and Lynn could see the look on Dorothy's face as she looked only at Wade. They could see she was obviously scared, yet her look conveyed love and trust in the man who held onto her. The look on Wades face was one of pride, love, and concern, as he gazed only at her. Carol and Lynn both noticed the subtleness in each of the pictures of the tightening of Wades fingers on Dorothy's hands. Almost as though in the simple gesture he could take the
pain from her.
Closing the album, neither spoke, each lost in there own conflict of emotions. Each caught in a private battle with in there minds.
They were about to start returning the items to the box when they noticed one last item, on its cover was the title JOURNAL.

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