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“You do. But that doesn’t mean you have to leave.”

“What would I do here?” she asked, frowning. “I know that right now you can’t afford to take time off yourself, so it’s not as if you would be with me.”

He smiled. “I was thinking it would be the perfect time to try out a contract.”

“A contract?”

The smile turned wicked. “It’s an agreement between a Master and a Slave, in which the Slave freely gives herself in every aspect to her Master. It would be a very specific contract, outlining exactly what is expected of both parties, and for how long, but basically for a week you would be mine to do whatever I choose with, and completely devoted to my pleasure.”

The car was silent for a moment as Katherine thought, though she wondered briefly whether or not Mark could hear the pounding of her pulse, which had skyrocketed. This contract thing sounded like a big step. As it was, even though she obeyed Mark in all things within the confines of the bedroom (or the office, or the closet, or wherever they might be when he decided he wanted her), she was still allowed to be herself in all other ways. But if she agreed to this, she would have to acquiesce to every whim and desire of his for an entire week. Her life would be not her own, but his.

“It will change your life, Katherine,” Mark said softly, “but I don’t think you’ll regret it in the least. Unless you don’t trust me as your Master?”

“Oh, but I do,” she said quickly, not wanting him to think otherwise. And because it was true, she chided herself for her fears. Mark had never given her reason not to trust him; he had been patient with her, teaching her and giving her guidance as she explored her new role as a submissive.

“Good. We’ll draw up the contract tonight, then.”



*

The rest of the week was filled with the torture of anticipation. Katherine and Mark sat down and drew up the contract, which was scheduled to start on Saturday, and end the following Sunday. She still couldn’t quite believe she’d done it; had signed her name on the bottom of a piece of paper that stated she willingly gave her body and mind to Mark for eight days, to do with whatever he liked. Her hands trembled a little whenever she thought of it; not only could he use her body whenever and wherever he pleased, but she had also given him permission to let others use her as well, as long as they did not go beyond certain limits. He’d never introduced the idea to her before, and she wasn’t at all certain what to expect.

When she awoke on Saturday morning, she found herself alone in Mark’s big bed. Sitting up, she saw a package waiting for her at the foot of the bed with an envelope sitting atop it. Carefully, she slit open the envelope and read the letter, then opened the box. Inside was a studded leather collar, wrist restraints, a sheer black teddy, and a clip-on vibrator, all of which she was expected to wear at all times when Mark was in the house.

Rising, she showered and changed into her new slave outfit, then went downstairs to the breakfast room. Mark was already seated at the table, which was laden with eggs, bacon, pancakes and other mouthwatering breakfast foods. He lowered the newspaper and met her eyes with a smile.

“Good morning, Katherine.”

“Good morning, Master.” She sat down not at the chair opposite him, but at his feet, kneeling obediently. The tile was cool beneath her knees, and Mark took his time, lingering over his newspaper, but she did not complain. Finally she heard the clatter of cutlery and ceramic, and a plate was handed down to her.

“Please sit,” he told her.

They ate in silence; the only sound the scraping of cutlery against plates. Then suddenly, Mark seized her by the hair and pulled her underneath the table. His pants were unfastened, his cock standing at attention. Katherine didn’t say a word; she wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and took him into her mouth. His hair remained wrapped around his fist as she deep-throated him, and he fucked her mouth hard, nearly gagging her. When he came she swallowed it all, then as soon as he released her she pushed back and gasped for air.

“Breakfast is over. You may get up.”

Slowly, Katherine crawled out from underneath the table, and then straightened. She clasped her hands in front of her and waited for her Master’s next command.

“Go to the living room and sit on the sofa. Wait for me there.”

She did as he asked, perching on the edge of the cushions. She debated turning on the television as he hadn’t said she couldn’t, but she didn’t want to push her boundaries so she left the remote on the coffee table untouched. Her fingers twined together in her lap as she wondered what he had planned.