Original posting Nov 2012
Sis, its time for your breeding
Sandra was a freshman in college when the great revolution took place. Like so many college freshman, she didn’t have the foggiest clue as to what she wanted to do with her life and there was very little pressure on her to figure it out quickly. Her family was not rich, but they were comfortably middle class, and they provided for her what she needed. She didn’t have any real interests that lent themselves to a career, but she did know how to have a good time, and thats how she occupied herself for the most part. Sandra experienced very little pressure in her day to day life, but what she did experience was mostly related to that common middle class anxiety of not knowing what you wanted to do with your life.
The revolution, naturally, relieved her of even that mild anxiety. Not having any marketable skills or talents, Sandra went unsold until she was bought as part of a group package sold to the state. After being assessed, the bureaucrats assigned her to one of the few jobs they felt she was qualified to do. Sandra became a bathroom slave, assigned to one of the many nationwide public bathroom facilities built as part of a massive public works program put into place during the reconstruction faze of the revolution.
So thats how Sandra spent her days, chained to a bathroom wall, hands bound behind her back and her bare ass pressed against the cold, grimy tile floor, attending to the needs of all of the superior black citizens who came and went everyday. Technically, her duties applied only attending to guests and helping them clean up after doing their business, but she was a naked slave and public property, so patrons found all sorts of ways to use her. One night a bunch of drunk high school students came in and trashed the facility. The Janitor came in in the morning to find the place in shambles, and where Sandra had once sat only a limp and dangling chain remained. Slave theft from public facilities was common unfortunately and what became of Sandra after that is unknown. What is known for certain however, is that Sandra never did have to decide what to do with her life. Her indolence and apathy allowed that decision to fall into the hands of others.
Some said that having a toilet slave in every public bathroom nationwide was an expensive extravagance, but the practice became a common staple of the new black order. Proponents argued that the project created work, allowed the state to unload unwanted slaves and allowed the public to experience a luxury that would otherwise be reserved for only the wealthy and middle class. The debate is still ongoing, but the state has saved an incredible amount of money on toilet paper if nothing else.
It’s never really a choice.
You’ve heard of “fuck buddies”. It’s like that… but different.