He flashed back and recalled that discussion clearly. It all started around the discussion that she felt it was proper to brand her property with her mark. He froze with fear. When they discussed the contract, branding was a part of it.
“Wait, Megan,” he barely finished her name before he was met with another sharp slap.
“I know you’re not dumb Joe, so you’re very forgetful,” the way she used his name made it feel like more than just play. “It is Miss Megan. It is always Miss Megan, but for now, you’re done talking, you need to just listen.”
She forced a penis gag in his mouth and locked it behind his head. She couldn’t help but admire her work. There was a time, not too long ago, where this was never even a thought, but she was tired of sitting on the sidelines and watching life go by – she decided to take her biggest risk in more than 20 years, and right now, it felt like it was paying off.
“So the contract,” she started again. “If you can just sign here, we can get going.”
His head was full of memories of all the times they talked and the handful of times they had been able to be together. He remembered how soft her beautiful feet were the first time he had the chance to worship them when he visited years ago. He remembered everything. And while experiencing the high those thoughts brought to him, he signed the contract.
“Okay, we’re good to go,” she said to the driver as she pulled away the paper and took back the pen. “Let’s get these cuffs and this hood on you now. These next few moments might seem a little scary for you, and they should, but remember it’s just the beginning.”
She pulled the thick black leather hood over his head, and proceeded to cuff his wrists and ankles before tightening the straps on the hood. The driver tossed away his cigarette butt and hopped in the drivers seat and pulled away. It was not a long ride at all. He pulled into a driveway at the side of an older townhome. They stepped out of the SUV and it pulled away. Tugging in the chain linking his wrists together, she led him inside.
“Sit on the floor,” she snapped as they walked through the door. “You should remember my rule about boys and furniture – you don’t get to use it without permission.”
He flashed back to the first time they’d ever met in person. He was on a trip to Phoenix and drove to her home to pick her up and bring her back to his five-star hotel. It was then that she explained the ‘rule’ she had and regulated him to crawling on the floor for the rest of his stay. He remembered every detail of that first night vividly. Every feeling he ever had for her rushed back.
“So, I have a lot to talk about, and you have a lot to listen to,” she said as she stood in front of him. “But here’s what you need to know; while you signed one contract tonight, tomorrow you’ll sign another – we’re buying this place. It’s actually a good investment, but it will be where we live starting tonight. I have been renting it for a while and worked out a deal with the owner. As for you, I still haven’t decided what our relationship will be, and that will take time. While I am intrigued by the idea of you as my full time servant, I am still very annoyed at the fact it should have happened a long time ago – we both know that! So I’m truly on the fence between that and chastised cuck. I guess we’ll start to figure that out tomorrow.”
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