Eloise could not believe that Douglas Trainer had come all the way to her young master's house to try and convince him to sell her to him. Monica looked on, amazement and envy on her face. Despite his having entered middle age, Douglas was still one of Hollywood's most popular heartthrobs. He regularly received fan mail from teen girls gushing that they had never felt "that" way about an older guy before seeing him in a particular role.
His leading actresses tended to be younger, even when he was playing fathers or older relatives like uncles. Part of it was Hollywood entrenchment of certain beliefs about older actresses, but much of it was simply good box office. Movie fans simply savored Douglas Trainer as a romantic lead and wanted to see themselves as his love interest through the eyes of a younger, sexier woman.
That Monica was clearly a part of that audience could be observed by anyone paying attention. Neither Douglas nor her young master were paying attention, however. Douglas was immune to it and Tim was simply happy to see Douglas again.
"I think we should discuss this over dinner, Douglas."
"I'd be delighted, Tim."
"Monica, would you be kind enough to whip something up for us? I don't want Elle burning or cutting herself. I don't deal in damaged goods."
The freckled woman stood dumbly for a long moment before she managed to compose herself. She strode off to the kitchen, clearly unhappy as to this recent turn of events.
Eloise allowed herself a private grin as she heard Monica deliberately bang pots together in the kitchen.
"You've come at an interesting time, Douglas, Monica has been pressuring me to sell Ellie, but I didn't want to just put her on the open market. She means a lot to me, and I want to do right by her."
"I'll meet any price you set, Tim."
"Coincidentally, she was assessed by Brant and McGee not too long ago. Here is what they think she is worth."
"B&M? I thought Elle was a scapegoat?"
"She is. I'll give you all the details over dinner. Let me give you the nickel tour of my place first."
Douglas asked permission to take Eloise's hand as they toured the house. When her young master's back was turned, Eloise and the actor exchanged brief kisses.
Because it did not take long to prepare, Monica cooked steaks for everyone with some microwaved baked potatoes and peas. Once the men and Louise entered the kitchen, Monica was holding back tears. Clearly her plans for a humiliating dispensation for her boyfriend's slave were shattered. Eloise could tell that Monica wished it was her that Douglas had come to see. For the journalist who was convinced that she outshone Eloise in everything especially looks, it was a bitter pill to swallow.
"Excellent, Monica," said the young master followed by, "Even so, I will miss your cooking, Ellie. That is, of course, if Douglas and I can come to terms."
He winked at Eloise and took a sip of wine.
Eloise sat spellbound as the two men discussed her attributes and skills as though describing the talents of a professional athlete in a game both viewed as crucial. They talked about everything, including Eloise's skills between the sheets. Monica sat opposite Eloise and glared. It was clear that she had not impacted the young master even half as much as Eloise. Despite all of Monica's attempts to tear down, Eloise, Tim still had tremendous feelings for her. She was both jealous and angry.
Eloise was startled to discover the existence of her Only Fans page and how her young master had surreptitiously monetized and exploited her. It stung mightily and was hard to rationalize. Ellie knew that he would not do anything similar with Monica. For a slave, every day seemed to raise a new indignity or outrage that simply had to be swallowed. It was like a grotesque onion being peeled layer by unpleasant layer. Douglas and her young master came to agreement as the meal wound down. Monica distributed ice cream sandwiches from the freezer as dessert. The young master complimented Monica on the meal. The young woman preened. She felt certain that, in a few months, if she was spectacular in bed, she would be able to completely remove Eloise's memory from his mind. She'd even be willing to wear a collar for a month or two to demonstrate to him that he no longer needed a slave and that she could be everything Eloise was and more.
Because the actual handshake in agreement came after the banks and government offices were closed. Tim implored Douglas to spend the night and share it with Eloise.
"Douglas, I'm going to undress Ellie. So that you can inspect your property. I'll let you pick out anything you like for her to wear when the deal is. transacted tomorrow and you take her with you. The rest I'll sell to her many online fans."
"A businessman to the end, my friend," intoned Douglas.
"True, but I also have a handle on the memorabilia market!"
The two men shared a laugh.
"All I'll tell those pervs is that Ellie's been sold to an anonymous byer. They. might find out who later, but it won't be from me."
"I can live with that."
Never had Eloise so thoroughly enjoyed a stripping by her young master.
"Douglas's eyes lit up with appreciation, gratitude, and something else. Was that love? Eloise refused to let herself believe that. She was sure however that her life would markedly improve. Her mind created a scenario to tell her late husband. "Well, you see, darling Bob. I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you will be a rich a Croesus. The bad news, if you can call it that..."
She smiled as she led Douglas to the spare bedroom. Once the door was closed, she was in his arms. They kissed deeply for an exceptionally long period of time before Eloise recalled who and what she was and asked contritely, "Master, how best can I serve you?"
"Ellie, you can best serve me by being you. I expect obedience and I know that I will never have to coerce you. There are many things that I will respectfully ask of you. One thing I will ask is that you not let me get a swelled head. When you are a star like me it becomes a challenge to believe what the press, the media, and the studio publicists say about you. If left unchecked I become a massive prick and an unrelenting douche. From time to time, I will need you to say, without actually saying it, that I am being insufferable. Do you think you can handle that, Ellie?"
"You forget master that I was a wife long before I wore this collar. Doing what you ask is second nature to me."
"Good answer, slave. Now I have another sort of swelled head for you to deal with."
Instantly, Eloise fell to the floor. As she reached for her new master's belt buckle, she was grinning from ear to ear.
Later, as they snuggled under the covers, Monica's emphatic and exaggerated moans were heard in every part of the house.
"I suspect I struck a nerve," stated Douglas.
"You don't know the half of it, master!" gushed Eloise.
Still later a nagging thought struck like a fire alarm on Eloise's conscience.
"Master? What do we tell Binna?"
"We tell Binna nothing. I bought out her contract and freed her from her collar. Binna was everything I once thought that I wanted -- before I met you!"
"Oh, master!"
"If Tim hadn't sold you to me, I would have started picketing in front of his house waving condemnatory placards until he did."
"Now you have to keep me from getting a swelled head, master."
"Easy. You are giving me anal, NOW! Go find the lube, slave."
"Yep, that did it!" retuned Eloise as she slid out of bed.
In the morning, after ownership the slave Ellie, became an established fact of law; Douglas took great pains to select the outfit Eloise would wear to her new life. In the end, he chose a Victoria's Secret wet dream of gossamer lace, stockings, and garter to wear under a midnight blue, close fitting mini dress.
"Would you like to kiss Ellie goodbye, Tim."
"That's a sweet offer Douglas, but she's yours now. Plus, I might develop seller's remorse if I did kiss her again."
With a handshake, Douglas and Tim concluded their business, and Douglas led Eloise out of the home where her life as a slave had begun to the luxury automobile where her new slave life would begin. Eloise smiled all the way back to Los Angeles.
**
Eloise sat in contemplation. Some days, she just felt that she had to pinch herself to prove that she wasn't dreaming. In the two years plus that Douglas Trainer had owned her life had been better than old dreams of the perfect life. This life wasn't perfect, but it was closer to it than most women experienced. Not that Douglas did not have his faults. Eloise knew now that he could never be husband material. His career came first. Now he was hoping to establish himself as an independent producer in Hollywood for the days when the makeup artists could no longer conceal his crow's feet and the sexy salt and pepper hair transitioned to completely old man grey. He shared Eloise far more than she would like. She, of course, could not complain about that. Eloise had spent the night with other men as a result of lost bets, to impress some money man or enthralled young male leading co-star. She'd been taken by men and women other than her master on pool tables, various hot tubs, tennis courts, yachts, and private airplanes. Douglas never apologized. He would be exceptionally sweet to Eloise afterward but "Sorry!" never crossed his lips. There were good times; their first summer in Europe taking in the sites and seeing how many times they could have sex in one night in each hotel. She had a fantastic wardrobe and expensive jewelry. She had an easy life. What she didn't have was Douglas Trainer's love. Eloise was sure that she loved him. Douglas couldn't really love anyone besides himself. He unquestionably had a profound affection for Eloise, but it wasn't love. There were days when she convinced herself that once her sentence ended and her collar was removed, that Douglas would beg Eloise to marry her. Them his true nature would reveal itself and Eloise would come crashing back to reality. Some days though...
