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The contract is typed and printed neatly, stacks of paper upon paper. Vi can’t be bothered to do more than skim through the words on each page. If she cared, she wouldn’t be here and willing to sign over her autonomy to a woman she’s barely known for three weeks. The contract could say anything at this point and she’d still happily write her name in cursive over each dotted line.
Caitlyn Kiramman watches her with careful eyes as she sits across the table from her. “Once you’ve signed this, you’ll be mine. You’ll forfeit all power and control to me.”
No more thinking for herself, no more worrying, no more stress. There’s a bliss in it, in knowing that once she signs this contract, she’ll be free of it all. All she’ll be good for is sex.
“You’ll take good care of me?” Vi asks, her pen hovering over the page. “Right?”
“Of course.”
That’s good enough for her.
She takes one final deep breath before she scrawls her name out in her messy handwriting. “There,” she says, handing the papers back to Caitlyn.
“Excellent.”
“What now?”
“We go home.”
Home. It has a funny ring to it. It’s an unfamiliar place with an all too familiar name. It’s Caitlyn’s living space, but now that Vi essentially belongs to her, it’s hers now too.
“You’ll sleep in my bed,” Caitlyn says as Vi explores her new home. “And I require you to be nude at all times. That is, unless the weather is too cold. Then, you’ll be allowed to wear something suitable to keep yourself warm.”
An easy request.
“I work most of the day. During that time, you’re free to do as you please around the manor,” Caitlyn continues. “You may leave, but only with permission or in case of an emergency.”
“Got it.”
“When I return home from work, I expect you to put dinner on the table. You may cook or if you’d prefer, you may have something delivered,” Caitlyn says. “You’ll have to do some light cleaning around the place but the housekeeper will do most of the work when she’s here. She comes once a week on Thursday. While she’s here, you will be polite to her and dress appropriately. The gardener is here in the mornings to water and weed the plants outside. He won’t bother you but I suggest keeping the curtains drawn until he leaves around eight.”
Simple enough. Clean, cook, keep out of the way.
“You’ll submit to me whenever I desire you,” Caitlyn hums. “Regardless of the hour. You have no safeword, we only stop on my terms.”
Vi nods.
“You’ll refer to me as Sire,” Caitlyn says, finally. “Is that all understood?”
“Yes, Sire.”
Caitlyn touches her chin, tipping her face into her hand. “Enough, it’s time to rest. Take off your clothing and get some sleep.”
Surprisingly, throughout the night, Caitlyn doesn’t bother her. They sleep side-by-side while Vi anticipates her touch but there’s nothing. Honestly, she feels a little disappointed and frustrated by morning. She’s right here, waiting to be used, but Caitlyn doesn’t seem to want her.
Caitlyn continues to ignore her until she has to leave for work. It’s like Vi isn’t even there. It’s miserable, why doesn’t she care about her?
Vi tries to go about her day normally. Well, as normally as things can get around here. She cleans a little here and there until it’s time to start on dinner. Honestly, she’s starting to feel more like a shitty housewife than a sex slave at this point.
The sound of Caitlyn’s keys in the door has her perking up like a dog that thinks he’s been abandoned by his master. She’s home, finally. It feels like it’s been forever since Vi last saw her.
“I made dinner,” Vi says when Caitlyn comes into the dining room.
“It smells heavenly,” Caitlyn remarks. “Come, join me.”
Vi obeys, but when she goes to sit in her own chair, Caitlyn starts to scold her.
“Not there.” Caitlyn frowns. “You’ll be sitting in my lap.”
Her lap?
Vi watches in awe as Caitlyn unzips her pants and frees her cock from its confines. She strokes herself once or twice until she’s hard and erect. “Come,” she orders.
Fuck. While she’s having dinner?
Who is Vi to question anything anymore? Her only job is to please, she’s Caitlyn’s living and breathing sex toy. She’s not allowed to question her.
Vi does as she’s told. She straddles Caitlyn’s hips and slowly lowers herself onto her cock. It feels so good already, but if she moves–
“Sit still,” Caitlyn scolds her. “You’re meant to keep me warm, that’s all.”
How is she supposed to do that without losing her mind? Her body instinctively begs to hump against her like a dog in heat. Anything else is pure torture.
The night continues like that, with Caitlyn using Vi as if she’s a resting place for her cock and not her eager sex slave desperate to get off. First, it was the dinner thing. Then, when it came time to shower, Caitlyn had Vi open her mouth to wrap around her erection and that was it.
When bedtime rolls around, Vi feels like she’s being edged towards insanity. Is it so hard to just fuck her properly?
Finally, her prayers are answered when Caitlyn grabs her by the waist in the middle of the night. She’s rough, thrusting in and out of Vi with such ferocity that Vi comes within the first few minutes. Still, it doesn’t end there.
Caitlyn chokes her, her hand wraps around Vi’s hand and squeezes it so hard that Vi starts to see stars. If she’s not careful, then Vi thinks she might end up passing out. However, she has no safe word and no begging for mercy will help. She just has to lie there and take it, but that’s exactly how she wants it.
By the time that Caitlyn is satisfied, Vi feels raw and sore. Her throat hurts and cum drips from her worn out cunt.
“You look so pretty like that,” Caitlyn hums. “Covered in me, my kisses, my bruises, my seed.”
“Yes, Sire,” Vi coughs the words through the ache in her throat.
Life continues like that. They settle into a comfortable rhythm, one that pleases them both. Caitlyn is rough and demanding, but she knows when to back off and when not to push it. As far as masters go, she’s thoughtful and caring.
Gifts become commonplace. Rarely will a week go by when she doesn’t return home with a present for Vi. Sometimes it’s clothing, other times it’s a book or two, and occasionally she’ll bring home a new toy for Vi to try out while she watches.
Vi is happy, oddly enough. Being used, and what some might consider abused, has given her a sense of peace and belonging. She loves to serve those that she loves and she’s fallen deeply for Caitlyn.
Of course, something always has to come along to ruin things.
“I’m pregnant,” Vi says one day after Caitlyn has come home from a long day at work.
A baby changes things. Caitlyn can’t be rough with her without putting the pregnancy at risk and well, Vi isn’t even sure if Caitlyn wants to have a child with her. If she did, having a baby would mean that they’d have to end their games here. No more fooling around.
“What do you want?” Caitlyn asks.
“It’s your decision, Sire.”
“It’s yours. If you want to keep the baby, I’ll support your choice. If not, I’ll support that decision as well.”
“Well…” Vi mumbles. “I kind of want it.”
“Then our contract is void.”
“Void? So what? You’re going to put me back out on the streets?” Tears fill Vi’s eyes. It’s embarrassing to cry in front of her but the thought of being left behind breaks her heart into thousands of pieces. “You’ll throw me away that easily? After all I’ve given to you?”
“Darling, calm down. You and I both know that we can’t bring a child into our lives with the way that things are now.”
“Then what? Answer me.”
“We could get married,” Caitlyn suggests. “It wouldn’t be as binding as what we have now, but I’d be happy to continue to call you mine.”
Marriage? That’s her solution? “That’s it? You want to get married?”
“Why not? I love you and you love me, don’t you?”
“I do,” Vi mumbles. “It’s just… I guess it’s really that simple.”
“There’s no need to over-complicate it. I’ll miss what we had, but I look forward to our future together.”
It does sound kind of nice when she puts it that way. “Okay,” Vi agrees.
Caitlyn smiles warmly at her. “I promise that I’ll continue to take good care of you.”
“And the baby.”
“Yes, and any more that come after that.”