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He was shocked. This was not a tiny wet spot like at the restaurant, this fully looked like he had prematurely ejaculated inside is dress slacks, and without a coat to hide it.
Outside the hotel was quiet, just the doorman, but once they reached the lobby, it was quite a different story. It was packed. He felt thankful she was covered up with two jackets, because the way her leather dress hugged her perfect body wasn’t drawing all the attention to them. He could see the elevator and continued his uncomfortable walk towards it.
“You know what, let’s grab a nightcap,” she said as he reached to press the up arrow. “I could really use something to even out the disappointment of your failure on the ride home.”
As they walked towards the bar, he could tell that people had taken notice of his current situation; he had never felt more humiliated in his entire life. He had no idea that what he was feeling now was only a precursor to what she had planned for their new life together.
She ordered a drink for herself, and a club soda with lime for him, making a joke to the female bartender about him already ‘disappointing her’ and not needing any more alcohol. She downed her drink quickly, and told him that she was headed upstairs first, and that she would text him when she was ready for him to join her.
She went in the elevator and gave him the show he was looking for as the door closed, sliding her hand up her dress and then casually tasting her fingers as the doors closed.
When she arrived at the room, the first thing she did was to change. She dressed herself much more casual. Black shiny leggings, a t-shirt and a worn pair of white, leather Veja sneakers without socks. She went through her bag and arranged three piles of documents on the desk, each from their own manilla file folder. She checked to make sure they were marked with areas where they needed a signature or initials from him. She sent him a text telling him that she was ready for him upstairs.
As she waited, she laid out another outfit she had planned for him in the bathroom – loose-fitting, orange pajamas. He knocked on the door when he arrived, when she let him in, he immediately lunged towards her in a way where he was fully expected to have another shot at where he fell short on the car ride back.
“Oh, an eager little boy, I see. You blew your chance for that tonight – quite literally in fact,” she saw the extreme humiliation wash over his face as she spoke – even though it was just the two of them in the room. “Don’t look so down. I’ve got a change of clothes for you in the bathroom. Hurry up and get back out here.”
He found the orange t-shirt and pants combo folded on the closed toilet. He put it on, folded what he was wearing, stacked it on the side of the toilet and headed out of the bathroom. She was standing next to the desk she had prepared.
“Come, sit here. We just have a little paperwork to do,” she ran her hand over the back of his neck, eventually squeezing it tighter as she started to speak again. “We talked about the fact that I work at a law firm, but I didn’t tell you, it is my law firm. I started it three years ago, and have been very successful with my practice, building a small team I truly trust.”
He started to look through the papers on the desk as she spoke.
“I spent a great deal of time during law school trying to research some legal loophole that would allow someone to sign themselves into total slavery by just signing a contract – stories like that were always my favorite; but alas, in the United States, there are no such loopholes,” she felt him exhale in relief as she continued to speak. “So what I’ve done is to create a series of legal documents that use real laws and statutes to turn you into the closest thing to a real slave in the past 150 years.”
She explained that the first stack of documents on the left made them legally married in the eyes of the state. It covered every detail and was already signed by her, notarized and dated, his signature would automatically put it into effect. The second stack were documents that outlined all of his assets, and changed ownership to make them all legally the property of both him and his wife, ‘legally married’ on the date of the notarized stamp on the other packet. He was impressed that in just a week, she had covered everything he owned and every retirement fund in his portfolio – it seemed that whoever put this document together, knew him better than himself. The final stack was the one that she took the most pleasure in explaining.
“This document gives me full power of attorney for you, not in the event of an accident or tragedy, but immediately,” she smiled as she continued. “Once you sign it, you are no longer your own person, you are the property of me. You can do nothing, have nothing, without me – and I can make the decision to take away anything you do have.”
She asked if he had any questions, but he froze. The fact was, he too had shared this unique fantasy of meeting a beautiful, dominant woman, and being duped into being a fully owned slave by signing a contract he didn’t read. In this scenario, he simply understood what these documents meant before signing.
“You have to have at least one question,” she said as he paused then blurted out a question about where will he live. “It’s funny you ask that one. I took a look at your home, well OUR home when you sign that second document, and I really like it. I feel like I will be moving in there.”
He signed and initialed the first making her, legally, his new wife. He then moved on to the next pile, starting to read then signing and then not hesitating before signing the third. She couldn’t believe it was reality, and she had never been as excited in her life. She walked over to her bag and took out a black leather collar and walked towards him.
“The most generic symbols are sometimes the most powerful,” she said as she placed it around his neck and pulled it tightly against his throat. “This is to remind you of your place at all times, and only I will decided when and if you may ever remove it.”
She place a small lock on the back and dropped the key in her purse. She then directed him out of the chair and on to his knees in front of her.
“Everything to this point was a test. You passed,” she said in a commanding tone. “But now, your training starts. The rest of your life starts right now.”
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