The Contract: Preparation (Flr) ( Femdom) (hypnosis)

“Do you think we’ll make it across that?” Claire asked.

It was a stretch of road that was a chaos of mud, and trees. It had started when a tree fell over the road pulling part of a cut bank with it. The rain of the week had castaded into the hollow left by the tree and weakened more of the bank and collapsed it, pulling more trees down. To make matters worse it was raining again.

“No Mistress I do not think we can make it across that.” Mike answered looking at the road.
They had been crawling through the trees for two hours as Mike kept his diff locks on while he drove along the slippery mud roads. He had known exactly where they were going until this. He sat thinking now.

“We can try and make the Tzaneen road Mistress, I’ve never been that way before.

“Where is the turn for that?”

“About a kilometre beyond this mess.”

Claire laughed.

Mike put the truck in reverse and backed up. He stopped the truck and checked his seatbelt, Claire took the cue and did the same. Mike put the truck into first gear, low range and drove towards the bank at a point where it was lower. Very slowly Mike made the truck climb the bank then drag the back wheels up. Without accelerating much he edged forward between the trees. He avoided areas where there were a lot of branches and drove from rock outcrop to rock outcrop. He had brought a compass with from the cabin and drove according to it trending due west and uphill. After an hour of this, going more slowly than a brisk walk, Mike sighed and pointed to the left.

“That looks like a well traveled road.” He said and veered towards it.

He eventually joined the road as the ridge they were on dropped ant the road was briefly at an easy level to get onto. He dared go up a gear although he kept the locks engaged and the low range function on. Half an hour later they drove past a sawmill and lodging compound. Mike was visibly relieved and put the truck into high range.

“Mistress, would you check for phone coverage please?” He asked.

Claire looked at her phone there was signal but it was very weak. They encountered a Hilux raider coming the other way and Mike flashed his lights and stopped. The other truck stopped and Mike went to have a chat. The driver of the other truck came over and told them about how to get to the tar road.

“So you guys came from the old farm side! I haven’t heard of anybody driving there in a long time. You must know what you’re doing to get that right.”

“That was my husband, before the rain started.” Claire answered.

“You’re Mike! The Royal has a book on you! So what is your job?” The man said excitedly.

“What do you mean?” Claire asked.

“Well nobody knows what Mike does, he comes through sometimes, then comes back a few days later. Is there a top secret weapon there or something? He looks like a Tech who passed spec ops.”

“Things are largely self regulating up there he mostly checks the security.” Claire answered.

The man beamed. He had a clue that would get him a case of beer.

“Thanks for the tip about the Mike. I was supposed to go there tomorrow, now Roads can go tomorrow and I have an easy few days.” The man said.

He then explained that they were actually close to the tar road. It was just over the next hill and would bring them to the top of Robber’s pass near Mount Sheba. Mike thanked him and they parted ways. Mike disengaged the diff locks and drove off. Claire got telephone signal at the top of the hill. She was calling her mother about the cargo they carried before Mike stopped at the tar road.

He waited and Claire pointed to Lydenburg. Mike turned onto tar and made good time until the road from Tzaneen and Phalaborwa joined. The town itself was bone dry and dusty. He negotiated potholes until he was in the middle of Lydenburg the turned towards Long Tom Pass and Sabie. Claire told him to stop for food and fuel as he approached the filling station at the edge of the town.

Claire had arranged that they would go straight to Nelspruit before going home. There were fourteen Oolos pieces on the truck that needed safekeeping. Gerhardt was getting a flight to Paarl that afternoon to find talent to exhibit, so keeping him out of the loop was not a problem. The more valuable items from the stables were already in Nelspruit and needed to be seen anyway.

“Could you run the gallery?” Claire asked as they ate Chinese.

Mike thought about it.

“As Oolos, no. As simple Mike, yes possibly Mistress.”

“But Oolos would be the big draw.”

“Not really. Everybody would expect to see the artist, aggressive uncompromising, creative but useless at doing the business because Oolos has never done business. The gallery might attract some names hoping for shine to rub off but no serious consideration outside of what Oolos delivers. On the other hand, a gallery run well enough to attract Oolos and possibly a few other biggish names will be taken a lot more seriously. The decisive thing is credentials. I’ll need to build credentials fast without Oolos first before we can seriously exhibit anything I painted. Remember the big names are big because they associate with big names. If a big name suddenly associates with a small name the big name vanishes and the small name might not get big.”

Claire nodded. Mike had the right idea about the art industry and his argument was built on it.

“Think about how you would build the gallery without Oolos.” Claire said.

Claire’s mother was in tears to hear that she had thrown Oolos materials in the bin. She listened to Claire’s story she looked at the signature on the contract and on the pieces they brought. The first one the old lady saw was The Birth. Claire had Mike retell the story about the painting and heavily redacted judgement. Given the nature of the picture and its power it was easy to see why the judgement had been made. The was true because The Birth was quite clearly Oolos while Van Greuning’s signature was on it in a retouched area. The painting was blatantly not a Van Greuning because he had never achieved that much statement or that superb composition.

Mike was kneeling and naked beside Claire as he told the story. Claire,’s mother knowing the contract between her daughter and Mike had said that she preferred it if the rules were kept in force. She looked at Claire wondering how she had managed to get such a man. Even accounting for exaggerations about his own involvement in the case he was clearly a man of the highest ethics and ability. That he chose the lifestyle he did was in keeping with artists unusual lifestyle choices and just said so much more positive about him.

“Don’t ever let me find you cheated on him Claire. I will take him away from you and marry him myself!”

“He might get a second wife mom but no other man will have me.” Claire answered.

That seemed to satisfy Claire’s mother.

“Now about these pieces, eight have to go to Somers and Barnes? Six stay here, two may not be seen, the best two I might add… Oh my word!”

The older lady ran off to her study and returned with a school photograph of Claire at age six. The second painting in the court case had been called A Promise of Future. It was a squad of soldiers walking across a grassland. Above each soldier, painted in shades of varnish was a ghost image of what future each soldier had, few of the futures were bright or wholesome. There was one more subtle image in piece, just shading in the clouds, faint tints in the varnish, changes of texture in the wind blown grass. Unmistakably if you looked was an exact picture of Claire aged six.

“How?” Claire asked.

“I painted that in the court Mistress, I was volunteered without preparation and painted a scene from memory from when I was doing COIN Ops in Botswana. If I painted it it’s because I saw that exact scene at the time.”

Claire shook her head at the very idea that Mike had seen his future wife decades before she knew he existed and lived on another continent. To Mike this was not strange, he had spoken of unexplainable events before.

“How many of those futures came true slave?” Claire’s mother asked.

“Including Mistress Your Grace? All of them.”

“Very well these two need to be hidden. What is this one?” Claire’s mother took the picture out of its light proof, weather proof, bug proof plactic sleeve and dropped it as she brought her hand to her mouth in shocked surprise.

Mike had painted her in all her ages in one image with varnishes. The background was just swirls of indescribable colour with hints of shape until you tried to see the shapes. The image was a clear statement of abiding love that had nothing to do with sex. It was a statement that everything in the artists life came from this woman.

“Oh my lovely, beautiful, boy!”

Then came the story of Mike wanting to try working on glass and that the panes he had had cut were in the Suzuki and had been thrown away. She burst into tears at the thought of what could have become of those panes.

“He gave me eternity! I threw his hard earned exploration away.”

Once back in Matumi View Claire set about restrategising. Mike had discussed some possibilities and Claire was exploring them. This was on the back of a long discussion between Claire, her mother, and Mike about the gallery. Claire’s mom listened to Mike’s assessment of the state of the gallery, it was accurate. She listened as Mike discussed how the business of art worked, surprising her because it was correct. Then she listened to the recovery ideas which largely consisted of getting her husband out of the picture.

“I cannot fire my husband. I might demote him, I think I will because I have a suitable replacement in you, it seems. Bring me a business plan, the two of you, with a development strategy and I’ll demote him to give you the shot. The trouble I have is that our slave is dead right in his assessment but also has no credentials and by his own admission is not well versed or connected in the industry. Show me how you will overcome that.”

The subject had been left at that and talk had moved to other issues. Claire’s mother had been offered the farm where Mike had worked as an investment purchase. Claire could tell that Mike was surprised but not shocked. He did sit through supper with a pensive look on his face though.

On the trip home Claire invited him to share his thoughts and was struck at how he was stitching a solution together for several problems. He finished on the last stretch before home. Claire had tossed and turned after Mike was asleep with the ideas he had brought up. Now in the morning she was getting to work. Mike had a larger vision than anybody thought, or thought possible. She called the only person who might believe it; Peter Reinhardt.

It was a long call, Claire found out that Peter was roaringly gay with a life partner who was getting arthritis and was available, indeed keen to add his input. He was delighted to not need to get Mike’s supplies and emailed Claire a list of what he had ordered, with a balance of what was in the materials account. Claire opened a new folder on her computer for Mike’s art supplies. She agreed to draught a plan and get it to him to advise and discuss changes.
Mike got busy paving around the house. To both of their surprise Toyota sent a courtesy vehicle and picked the truck up to be serviced. The rollback driver whistled at the list of repairs Mike had dictated. He was speechless when glass arrived, as he had had in the Suzuki, panes of eighteen inches by twelve inches in every type, shade, and thickness commercially available on immediate delivery. Then more glass stains and applicators arrived, all from his mother in law.

By Tuesday Mike finished the paving and started getting into the bottom floor. Angle grinders were out of the question because there was no telling what would be damaged behind the bricks. As such a hammer and chisels were the option. Mike worked until it started raining, then he practicing with the glass tints.
Claire was finishing the plan, an eye on the end of training coming up and aware that she would need to put Mike to productive work. As far as Claire was concerned training had been successful. Mike was adapted to his chosen situation and she was confident in her role. Under hypnotic questioning Mike was perfectly happy.
Claire was starting a script for Mike’s hypnotic request too, and was looking for a different chastity cage. The only aspect of Flr literature she strongly agreed with was that the man should be kept in chastity. The cage was essential to change his focus and he started needing to have the constant reminder. Yes Mike hated the cage for it discomforts but also recognised that he needed it and felt exposed if it was not on and he was not pleasing his wife.
Claire also set about tracking Malcolm Andrews down. He had not released anything she could find in three years although he did teach art. As she searched she thought that Mike would probably find the man in ten minutes. It took her two hours to find out where he taught and from there it was quick to get his phone number. She kept that for the moment, she needed to get feedback on her plans first.

“Very well slave, you asked for protection, for other people, from you. Do you remember that?” Claire asked that evening straight after supper.

Mike was stacking the dishwasher when she put him under. Now he was standing, holding a plate, with his eyes closed.

“Yes Mistress.”

“To do that you need to be able to obey instructions. Put the plate you are holding on your head.” Claire ordered.

Mike obeyed his eyes still closed.

“Very good slave!” She said encouragingly.

“Now when you open your eyes you will still be here, you will be able to move, the first thing you will do is to put the plate on your head in the dishwasher properly. Then you will go to the dungeon room and wait at the door for me. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“When I click my fingers obey your instructions. Three, two, one.” She clicked her fingers.

Mike obeyed. She went to him taking her time.

“Well done slave! Now obey me when I use your name. Not before. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“When I call you will come and find me. I won’t be hiding. Remember only if I call your name. What is your name?”

“Slave Mike Mistress.”

“No slave. Slave is your position. What is your name?”

“Mike Mistress.”

“Good. Now I am going to wake you soon, remember to stop what you are doing when I call you.”

She brought him out and unlocked the door. The routine was that he was not allowed to walk into or out of that room. He was also not allowed to be there without permission. Mike dropped to his knees and asked permission to enter.

“The end of the first month is coming slave , in four days. I will allow you to choose whether you wish to continue knowing that will never hesitate to use anything in there on you.You may enter, clean everything in the room and then clean the room while you consider.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Mike crawled in and retrieved the cleaning equipment kept specifically for the dungeon. Claire watched him start then went to the kitchen to finish clearing the supper dishes up. She returned to check up on his progress when the dishwasher was running and then put him into trance again.

“When I say these exact words you will immediately stop what you are doing and wait for my next instruction. The words to make you stop and listen to me are: Attend to my voice Michael. Repeat the words slave.” Claire said.

“Attend to my voice Michael.”

“Very good. When you hear those words you will feel a need to stop because what will follow if you do not will be pain if you obey they consiquences will be pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Get to the whipping post and put your hands ready to be secured.” She ordered.

Once Mike was in position she took her whip and beat him six strokes.

“Did that hurt slave?” She asked.

“Yes Mistress!” He breathed out.

“That is the pain you will feel if you disobey those words. Repeat the words slave Mike.”

“Attend to my voice Michael.”

“Very good slave. Now fetch the yoga mat.”

While Mike brought the yoga mat in the bedroom Claire took some anaesthetic ointment from the first aid kit and some tea trea massage oil. She had Mike lie down and applied the ointment and let relief fill Mike before massaging with the oil. Before her usual routine ended with her lying on top of Mike she spoke, do you enjoy these massages slave?”

“This will be the reward for obeying my words. Repeat the words slave Mike.”

“Attend to my voice Michael.”

“Very good! When I click my fingers you will wake and remember nothing of this session. You will not try to remember how the whipping lines came to be. Wake in three, two, one.” Snap.

Mike woke up.

“Just stay like that slave, I’m delighted with you.” Claire said and lay on top of Mike as usual.

She tested the posthypnotic cue the next day and was delighted that it worked from anywhere that Mike could hear her voice. He did not need to see her to stop and listen. Then recognise and obey the following instruction. Delighted she set about preparing for the end of training that would be on Monday. Neither of them had looked at the calender properly and figured that training period would end on an inconvenient day, normally. They were not a normal couple though.

She did some shopping and called her school friend who did tattoos. Initially the call was about displaying tattoo designs in the gallery as part of its restrategising initiative and to reach a wider market. The telephone call was informative in several other ways and Claire had the beginning of a plan for the end of training.

Claire’s mother arriving for tea was more business as progress on the new plan for the gallery was laid out. Each aspect of it showing good income possibilities or good support characteristics beyond the art industry. Claire listened in delight as her mother made the signs of seeing a good business proposition.

“Hmm it’s almost as good as opening a fetish club in the city.” Claire’s mother said.

“There is one of those already. Mike and I went there on dates. It’s how we started on what we have now.” Claire answered.

“Really? Where is it?”

Claire found the website and printed the details out. Her mother was astonished that the address was in her neighborhood at a small shopping mall. there was a short chat about the ettiputte in clubs like those and what to be careful of. Claire suggested first going at an off peak time when conditions were more forgiving. Then to decide from there.

“I was looking for a place where the two of you could sign the contract and celebrate.”

“We were quite happy doing it at home mom.” Claire answered.

“Nonsense, why are there spaces for witnesses to sign then? You printed the contracted dear, you wanted it known that Mike is yours.”

Her mother was right, Claire had put the witness spaces in partly to frighten Mike, but mostly because she wanted somebody outside her home to know the situation.
“I’m just trying to sort out something for the end of training on Monday. I haven’t even considered the next three months!”

“You’re doing splendidly! Remember that your submissive starts more prepared than you do, always. They had years to plan and to get their minds somewhere like ready. The dominant usually has about ten minutes from deciding to dominate. What usually happens is that the submissive runs away with it and moves faster than the dominant can handle, then there is a whole lot of unhappiness because the roles suddenly become unclear. You have been very good at not letting Mike run things.”

“He made that so easy. I think he led me to the point where I wanted it then let me have the power. He never wanted it to start with.”

Claire’s mother nodded. Both had been very good at recognising their limitations and weaknesses and using the other to augment the shortcomings. The two were forming a marriage to envy. She was still thinking of her two children when her second. Came and announced he was into the bottom floor, regrettably he had needed to break the door to get in.

The three went down to the newly opened floor. The two ladies looked at the door and were struck by how thick and solid it was. They got cameras ready and stepped inside to take pictures of everything before they disturbed anything. Mike was stopped from entering.

“No slave. I told you that this would not be your entertaining archeological dig and treasure hunt. You will get this door lockable and the rest of these bricks cleared.” Claire said.

“Yes Mistress, just be careful. There may be loaded firearms in there.”

“What do you mean?”

Mike pointed to two pockmarks in the walls inside the door.

“Musket balls did that mistress, whatever happened in there was violent.”

He set about making a plan about the door as Claire and her mother wandered through the scene of violence from almost two centuries earlier. Once he had the door lockable from the outside he started with hammer and chisel, listening for Claire.

That night Claire set conditions for the end of training celebrations in Mike’s hypnotised mind. She stressed that he needed to decide for himself. If he chose to continue to be her slave he would do as ordered. If he had any doubt he could freely speak to Claire without reproach. Nervously she went to bed, She wondered how she would react to either decision Mike made. Both options were frightening to think of.

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