The Slave

A guy came to my AA meeting once with his wife on a leash. They lived The Gorean Lifestyle. She was mostly naked with her pussy barely covered and a sheer veil from the Halloween store hanging over her ass. Golden bikini top from a barbarian movie over her tits. She looked good. He was dressed like Al Bundy.

He sat up front facing the room, next to the speaker and secretary. Where the most people could see. The mostly naked wife on a leash curled up as his feet like a dog.

At the start of the meeting they asked for newcomers birthdays or visitors and he raised his hand and said I’m John I’m an alcoholic visiting from Portland. Welcome John. The wife didn’t say anything. Before the meeting, after the meeting, in the meeting when we all went around saying my name is X and I’m an alcoholic, she didn’t say anything. Maybe she wasn’t allowed.

This was in Silverlake at Cafe Tropical. Where most people are heroin addicts. Fentanyl now I guess, this was years ago. The speaker talked about getting off heroin, open sharing started and people talked about getting off heroin. And the guy raised his hand. His slave looking up at him pure love in her eyes. And he said