Slave Girl (7 page)

"Hot for it, aren't you, slut?” Barry had stood up and was looking down on her, his hand on his own cock, which he released from his underwear, having quickly unzipped his pants. Jill nodded and started to move a hand toward her pussy. “Don't you dare,” he hissed at her. She looked up at him, surprised. She had thought he would want to watch her play with herself. “Put your hand down. You aren't going to come. Not now. Maybe later, if you behave. We'll have to see. Right now I want to talk to you. But first you need to take care of this, slut. Get down here and suck my dick so I can spurt down your throat. Get up."

"Barry,” she begged, holding out the second syllable in a petulant whine, but she got up from the bed and knelt before him.

"You'll learn,” he said quietly, as he forced his erect cock into her mouth. “You'll learn to never use that tone in my presence. You'll learn to never hesitate, not for a second, when I tell you to do something. Now suck my cock like the whore you are. Pretend it's the gardener, if you have to, but make it good.” Again the anger made him thrust a little too far into her throat, causing Jill to gag and try to pull away. But he held her in place and fucked her mouth until the pressure was too intense, too perfect, and then he came down her throat, holding her head still, forcing her to swallow before he let her go.

Rather than being upset or outraged by this rough treatment, Jill was more on fire than ever. She felt like she had to touch her pussy now; had to come or she would explode. She was breathing hard and her face was flushed with desire. Barry, who, once he had come, immediately began to have doubts about his aggressive behavior, saw the unmistakable lust in her eyes. The bitch wanted it! She wanted what he wanted. He felt something that could only be called glee course through his body.

He held out his hand, indicating that Jill should stand up. When she did, he caressed her sopping pussy for a moment, loving how wet and needy she was. Never before in their relationship had Jill been this wet. Never having known anything different, he had just assumed she wasn't a highly sexual person. Now he realized what a total slut she was, under the right conditions. But he had to know the extent of her willingness to submit. He had to hear it from her.

Lunch forgotten, they went to the living room where Jill waited while Barry retrieved the chastity belt from the bathroom. When she saw it in his hands, her face crumpled in dismay. She wanted to come so bad! “Wipe that bratty expression off your face!” Barry commanded, and he ignored her whimpers as he forced her to spread her legs and allow him to re-secure and lock the metal band around her waist.

When she was re-secured, access again denied to her sopping, aching pussy, Barry told her to kneel on the floor. He went to his briefcase and brought out a sheet of paper. Grinning a little sheepishly he said, “Guess once a lawyer, always a lawyer. But I've taken the liberty of drawing up a little contract."

"A what? A contract? What for?” Jill had no idea what he was talking about.

"Well, it's a slave contract, actually.” Barry blushed slightly. “Between master and slave, I guess, is more accurate. It outlines what my expectations are for you, and what I will expect from you. You don't have to sign it now. I want you to take your time and read it carefully. If you have questions or want changes, I want to hear them. This is going to be a voluntary exchange of power between us. But if you agree, I will expect you to obey completely, or suffer the consequences. Do you want that, Jill?” He tried to keep the pleading out of his voice, and realized as he waited for her to respond that he wanted this desperately. And a part of him knew that without it, their marriage would fail, sputtering to a dry and unsatisfying end, with neither of them living up to what he rather grandly thought of as their shared destiny. He waited, unconsciously holding his breath, while Jill took the piece of paper.

She looked at him questioningly. “You want me to sign this?” She hadn't said she wanted it, and maybe she didn't. He quelled his own disappointment, and told himself she just didn't understand yet.

"Yes, after you read it, of course. And if it seems like what you want. I want it, Jill. I want it with all my heart. I have to go back to work now.” Then Barry surprised his wife by leaning over and unlocking the belt. He carefully removed it and placed it in the velvet bag it had come in. He kept the key on his chain around his neck.

"I don't want to leave you in the belt too long,” he explained. “It will take some time to get used to it, and you've been wearing it enough today.” While he spoke, Barry inspected Jill's waist, hips and ass, as if she were some kind of horse or slave. Slave! He seemed satisfied that there were no abrasions or irritation to her skin.

"I'm trusting you, Jill. Take care of
my
body. And don't touch that pussy. Don't you dare. Read the contract. Take your time with it. Think before you sign. Think about what it means to give over control of your body, your actions, your soul, to another person. See what I offer in return. In fact, don't sign it, if you plan to, until I get home. We'll talk about it first. And Jill,” he looked at her seriously, his heart on his sleeve, “listen, if this isn't right for you, I'll understand. I'll still love you. If you just want to incorporate a little S&M play into our sex life, I can live with that. I've laid it all out here for you; what I want. But it isn't written in stone, or blood. It has to be something you want too. Well,” he broke off, looking embarrassed, “I'm talking way too much. I have to get back to work. I'll see you tonight."

He kissed her and left the house quickly, not wanting to hear her response, not yet. Something about a contract, perhaps, the formality of it, had seemed to catch her unaware. He had prepared it rather quickly, a sort of fever overtaking him. He had culled much of it from various ‘sample slave contracts’ online. Not surprisingly, he supposed, there were many of these out there. But most of them seemed contrived, stilted. A game. He wanted this to be real. He wanted to outline for her what he saw as their relationship, or their potential relationship.

But perhaps he should have waited; maybe she felt rushed, and he had moved too quickly for her. That had always been a trait of his, to decide that he wanted something and then go after it with full speed ahead. It usually worked well for him; in his law practice it had earned him a reputation as a go-getter. And he'd married Jill after dating her for only a month, after all. That was a good precedent, at least. Calming himself, Barry drove back to work, images of his lovely wife left naked at home, his future held on a sheet of paper in her hands.

Jill walked back to the sofa and sat carefully, trying to ignore the steady aching pulse in her sex. Barry had misunderstood her hesitation. She wasn't tuned off by the idea of a contract, only surprised. It had never occurred to her to
sign
something promising obedience. As she thought it over, it sounded kind of exciting! He had taken the time to draw up a document (she smiled wryly to herself, wondering if he had dictated it to his secretary as he often did with his correspondence and legal documents) outlining how he wanted their relationship to go. It was kind of anal, she supposed—very Barry. But still it intrigued her, and she sat down to read.

1. I, Jill, hereinafter referred to as slave girl, agree to submit completely to my husband, owner and master, Barry, in all ways. There is no situation where I will refuse to obey a directive without risking punishment.

1.1 My body belongs to my master, to be used as he sees fit. I hereby acknowledge that I exist solely to please my master. I will not touch this body in a sexual way without his express consent and permission. To do so is to invite swift punishment. I recognize that the paramount duty of a slave is honesty. If I don't understand why something is being done to me, I will say so. I will always inform my master of my thoughts and feelings. I will never resist my master's advances, or anything else he chooses to do to me. I may inform my master if I am unwell, or if there is some other reason my master's wishes might best be temporarily delayed, but the decision will ultimately be made by him.

1.2 I will not sit on chairs or other furniture in my master's presence without permission. After the initial training period, I may come and go as I please unless I have been ordered otherwise. I may ask to be dismissed, but must give a reason for the request. When approaching my master, I am required to kneel sitting on my heels, legs open, hands on thighs, unless for social reasons this would be inappropriate.

1.3 I agree to accept any punishment my master decides to inflict, whether I perceive it to be ‘earned’ or not. If I am to be punished, I must obey instantly and without question, unless I do not understand what I am to do.

1.4 I will not seek any other master or lover or relate to others in any sexual or submissive way without my master's express permission. To do so will be considered a breach of contract, and will result in extreme punishment.

2. I, Barry, accept the responsibility for my slave girl's body, safety and well being. I agree to care for, provide for, train, punish, love and use my slave girl as I see fit.

2.1 My slave girl may sometimes disobey or be insolent and then must be punished. This, of course, is the master's privilege and his duty, for if a slave is not corrected, she will not improve. When I choose to punish my slave girl, I will tell her why she is to be punished and how. I will punish my slave girl in any way I see fit. She may be bound to remind her of her helplessness before me, or she may be ordered to hold a position to teach her obedience. I promise not to inflict bodily harm, or permanently damage my slave girl.

2.2 If I so choose, I may accept other slaves or lovers, but must consider my slave girl's emotional response to such actions and act accordingly.

2.3 I may give my slave to other Dominants, provided that the rules of this contract are upheld. In such a situation, I will inform the new master of the provisions stated herein, and any breach by the new master will be considered a breach by me as well, subject to all rules stated in this contract.

3. This contract may not be altered, except when both master and slave agree. If the contract is altered, the new contract shall be printed and signed, and then the old contract must be destroyed.

4. Termination of Contract—This contract may be terminated at any time by the master, but never by the slave girl.

5. slave girl's signature

I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I agree to accept his claim of ownership over my body. I understand that I will be commanded, trained and punished as a slave, and I promise to be true and to fulfill the pleasures and desires of my master to the best of my abilities. I understand that I cannot withdraw from this contract unless I wish to terminate my relationship with my master.

Signature:____________

6. Master's Signature

I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I agree to accept this slave as my property, and to care for her to the best of my ability. I shall provide for her security and well-being and command her, train her, and punish her as a slave. I understand the responsibility implicit in this arrangement, and agree that no harm shall come to the slave as long as she is mine.

Signature:

Jill sat staring at the document in her hands. She had read it through quickly, her hands trembling. Her first impulse, her gut reaction, was to tear it up. How dare he demand that she completely give her body and trust to him so completely! Never touch herself without ‘express consent and permission'—it was ridiculous! And that part about existing solely to please her master. What was that about? She understood about ‘serving;’ it was sexy to kneel naked and make your man go crazy with pleasure, but
solely
to please him?

She sat still, thinking more about it. Could it be that a submissive's pleasure derived from that service? That she did achieve great pleasure and satisfaction from fulfilling her master's wishes, from suffering for him, or pleasing him as he saw fit? She had read about this online, but now it was all happening so fast!

And yet ... And yet she didn't tear it up. She started to read it again, slowly this time. And as she held the sheet of paper, she became aware of her pussy beginning to throb again. He had, after all, brought her so close to the edge with his French kisses, but hadn't let her come! She let her hand trail down, and she spread her legs on the couch for easier access to her naked sex.

Section 2.1 kept drawing her eye. Her fingers found her wet cunt, and she began to massage it as she read the words that she had to admit inflamed her imagination: “My slave girl may sometimes disobey or be insolent and then must be punished ... I will punish my slave girl in any way I see fit. She may be bound to remind her of her helplessness before me, or she may be ordered to hold a position to teach her obedience.” Something about these words deeply excited her. To be bound and helpless, or forced to maintain a ‘position'. It seemed like something from another world, a secret fantasy world where naked pampered slave girls were kept in harems and brought out in silky gowns to dance for their masters. A dream. He was offering her a dream.

Did he really mean it? This was so unlike the Barry she knew. Though when she really stopped to think about it, beneath the always polite and solicitous exterior, Barry was really a very competitive man, and one who knew what he wanted and went after it. She recalled his relentless pursuit in getting her to marry him. And it had worked, after all. She was Mrs. Barry Lennon.

Or was she. He had told her she wasn't his wife anymore. Just his cunt (she shuddered slightly at the word, even though it was just a silent echo in her own mind), his whore, his slave girl. Then she stopped thinking, stopped analyzing, as her fingers brought her closer to the edge of much needed release. The contract fell with a flutter to the floor as Jill cried out softly, sitting naked and alone on her sofa, coming and coming as if this were her last chance.