Mature Content
Okay so before you start reading... I've had complaints in the past that I've not put warnings at the start... So, without giving the plot away... The following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, public humiliation, slavery, rape and sexual relationships with big age differences. So if you don't like the sound of that stop now. Otherwise I hope you like the following.
Sofi drove carefully into town. It was fair to say she was a bag of nerves, and she really didn’t want to add ‘having an accident’ to her worries right now.
Ordinarily going to the solicitors, to hear the reading of your own mothers will, would be enough to contend with. Though what her mum could have to say from beyond the grave, that would compare to recent developments between Sofi and her mum’s boyfriend, Sofi could not imagine.
That she was not driving her own Ford Fiesta, but Mike’s huge Mercedes a powerful saloon, that she was very unfamiliar with, was another source of worry. Possibly the thing she should be most worried about, if avoiding a crash was truly her major concern.
It didn’t help that Mike was sat in the back watching her. Glances in the rear view mirror had confirmed that he was more concerned with watching her than the scenery outside.
No, top of Sofi’s list of immediate worries was what she was wearing, and the possible reaction other people would have to her appearance.
She was dressed in latex. Normally her favourite thing to wear, but ‘normally’ also included ‘in the privacy of her bedroom’ while having sexy fun. To date latex had not been normal day wear.
The idea of being made to dress in latex had been a source of sexual fantasies for her for a long time. Never had she imagined she would actually find herself in such a predicament.
She was laced into a black latex corset that reduced her waist down to what looked like nineteen or twenty inches. Suspenders from the corset held up black latex stockings.
To cover the space in between she had been gifted a black latex mini skirt. Though it was barely up to the job as it only just met her stocking tops when she stood. Plus while sat in the car it had ridden up and her pussy was on display to any pedestrian that cared to look in the window.
She was dressed as a chauffeur, so a latex double breasted jacket covered the under bust corset. The jacket was tailored to fit snugly and her breasts, squeezed and supported by the garment were showing an amazing amount of cleavage.
Around her throat was the tall steel collar from which a large ring hung from the front. Attached to the ring was a chain leash, which presently trailed down her front, through her cleavage, to pool on the seat in front of her minge.
Upon her head (and she was grateful for this) was a rubber chauffeurs hat, that mostly covered the fact her head was completely bald. Mike, or Master as she must now call him, having just shaved it smooth.
In fact the day had been surreal in the extreme. After Master had collared her and shaved her head he had made some inquiries about the butt plug she had placed up her own backside the night before.
What followed was a lecture on her future toilet regime. The enema kit hung over the toilet was explained, before she was instructed to use it under his supervision.
Naked, bald and collared she had never felt so small as Master stood over her and watched, first as she had removed the incumbent plug, and then as she administered herself an enema.
She had stood there as the warm soapy water had started cramping her gut to be told that her rectum was to be kept spotless. That she would be expected to repeat this procedure every morning before dressing and starting her duties.
As she sat on the toilet emptying her bowls Master, oblivious to the horrendous noises (and stink) her backside was making, Master showed her the latex french maids uniform she would wear daily while performing domestic duties.
Sofi had had to admit to herself, at that point, that she had never actually thought about what a slave actually did. Her fantasies had revolved around being dressed in latex and being tortured and fucked.
The moment the collar was made permanent and her fantasy tormentor had proclaimed her ‘slave for life’ she’d climaxed. End of story. Living the dream was turning out to be very different.
When her bowels had been emptied the plug had been reinstalled. Apparently that was to be a permanent feature too. She was not sure how she felt about that yet.
She had then been sent to the shower once more before he had laced her into the rubber corset she now wore. It was incredibly tight, at least three inches smaller than the PVC item she had sourced herself off e-bay.
Then he had instructed her to clean up her hair from the floor. This had required a trip up to the kitchen. There was a full length mirror in the hall that could be seen from the kitchen and Sofi caught sight of herself accidentally as she retrieved the dust pan and brush from the cupboard.
The collar was beautiful; highly polished. Silver in colour, it looked uncomfortably tight, though obviously that was not the case.
The slave who stared out of the mirror did not recognise herself. The corset and the collar were all she wore. But they, along with the removal of her hair, had transformed her. The young, confident woman that normally stared back at her from mirrors had been replaced with a sexual creature.
She was arousing herself, what would others make of her?
Back down in the play room she quickly cleaned up her hair, and after emptying and returning the pan she had returned to find Master removing latex clothing from one of the closets.
She was rapidly dressed in the outfit she now wore, and being led by her leash out the front door.
Master had given her a pair of black patent leather four inch stiletto court shoes to wear, “So you can walk at a decent pace and slip them off to drive if you need to.”
The shoes were currently residing on the front passenger seat. The large car was strange enough without trying to control it in ‘fuck me’ heels. Though latex stockinged feet whilst driving were a new experience too.
The sat nav, not that she needed it, was reporting another twenty minutes until arrival so Sofi risked a question of her new Master.
“Am I only ever going to be dressed in latex from now on, Master?”
“No, but I share your fetish. So you will be wearing rubber a lot.”
“May I ask why you’re taking me to the solicitors dressed this way? It’s a pretty vanilla setting to wear latex to, Master.”
“Essentially I don’t give a toss about the solicitors. I think I know what’s in the will, as your mother and I wrote it together. So unless she snuck a last minute change in there… As to a vanilla setting. Your outfit is decent if extremely sexualised. They have to dress the way they do for court appearances and to look smart and professional to their customers. We are the customers. Buggered if I’m dressing you down for them. No, you are dressed that way for Natasha.”
Natasha! That was the second time Master had mentioned her, and the first time he’d made it clear that whatever else Natasha was, she was delivering a surprise. Deciding not to push on that subject Sofi tried another tack.
“Master, can you tell me what’s in the will?”
Mike was quiet for so long Sofi thought he was not going to answer. When he did it was so quiet Sofi had to strain to hear him.
“Your mothers love for you was something fierce. She raged that she was dying. Sofi we both knew you were playing self bondage games. We both knew you were carrying a torch for me too. Your mother became obsessed, understandably, with your future after she was gone. Your age presented us with massive issues.
“Despite the fact you were sexually active, that you were under eighteen, made coming out to you about our fetish’s impossible. If social services had caught wind of such a thing we could have lost you. We were role playing but planned to switch to lifestyle once you turned eighteen.
“Obviously the cancer got in the way of all that.
“That you are wearing her collar now was your mothers idea. I was made to promise. It was a promise I thought long and hard about not keeping. Your mother could see I was not certain, that I had doubts.”
“Mum wanted me collared?” Sofi was incredulous.
“She reasoned that after her death if I declined your advances, or even if you never plucked the courage to ask me, that you would move away from me. That it would be too painful to be around me. She thought that, given the way you felt about me, you could never be my daughter.” Mike sighed and turned to look out the window.
“So your mum wanted us to stay together. Wanted me to look after her baby girl. As your mum was just as kinky as you, she did not see you being my slave as a sick or bad thing. She figured you’d be happy in a collar.
“I, Love, was not sure. I thought for a while I could be a dad to you, given time.”
Mike sighed again, in the mirror Sofi could see the man’s cheeks were wet with tears.
“So your mother’s will is designed to, well, force the issue. Her last will and testament is to make sure we get together. That I get a slave, the slave she was originally going to be, and you get your man, the man you thought your mum had beaten you to.”
“Master?”
“Yes, Love.”
“Mum was right. I was already thinking of moving out. You were so sad without mum. It hurt so much that you loved her and not me. I’ve already declined the uni place I was offered. Figured I would go travelling. I was not planning on coming back, Master.”
Mike looked at her through the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and sad but there was a smile on his face.
“Fuckin’ good job I enslaved you then, girl. Huh?”
“Yes, Master, and if you’ll forgive me going all Gorean on you; This slave is very happy in her collar, and she hopes her Master never plans on taking it off.”
“Does she now? You’ve been my slave for less than a morning, girl. Let’s see if you feel the same way tomorrow.”
“I’m sure I shall, Master.”
The rest of the drive was conducted in a comfortable silence, as Sofi processed all the info her Master had given her. Not least that she was wearing a collar meant originally for mum. Logically everyone knew their parents had sex. No one liked to think about that though. To realise your mum was kinkier than yourself, when you thought of yourself as being pretty out there…
The sat nav alerted the preoccupied Sofi to their arrival as she swung the car into the small parking lot in front of the solicitors. Butterflies sprung anew as she realised this was it. Master was going to walk her in there dressed as his latex chauffeur.
Parking the car in one of the spaces marked for visitors. She slipped her shoes on and got out of the car. Walking around to Masters door the leash swinging in front of her, she scanned the area for anyone looking. There were people on the street, but none had yet noticed the fetish freak on the leash. Never-the-less Sofi felt herself blushing in anticipation.
Opening the door for Master he promptly climbed out, deftly taking the handle of the leash as he did. Sofi closed the door and Master locked the car with a press of the keyless fob.
Master then set off for the front doors to the glass fronted building. Sofi, nervous or not, was forced to trot after on the end of the leash. Belatedly she remembered to pull down the skirt, flushing even deeper red as she realised her privates had been on display.
Upon reaching the doors Master stopped short. Sofi was momentarily bewildered as to why they had halted and then the penny dropped. Stepping in ahead of her owner she pulled the door open for him. Her Master resumed his march forward, though she was rewarded with a smile and a wink from him, before being forced to follow on, on her tether.
Inside they found themselves in a reception area. A broad steel staircase with a waiting area of matching low seats around a coffee table was to their right. Another waiting area to their left and between both two overly made up women sat behind a reception desk.
Master approached the desk and waited for one of the two receptionists to finish the calls they were clearly on. When one finished and looked up from their desk they smiled at Sofi’s owner and started their spiel.
“Welcome to Roe, Masters and Hogg, how can I be of service today?” The today was a bit slow and distracted as the woman had realised the man stood in front of her had a woman, dressed very provocatively, on a leash.
“Good afternoon,” replied Mike smoothly, “I’m Michael Sandford and I’m here with Sofi Turner for our meeting with Rachel.”
To her credit the woman regained her composure in a flash.
“Thank you, Sir. Ms Masters is expecting you. If you’d like to take a seat I’ll inform her you have arrived.”
Mike turned to the waiting area and sat in a seat at the end of a row.
Sofi wondered if she should kneel next to him. If she did the skirt would ride up again, not something she wanted to happen. She elected to stand, wrists crossed at the small of her back. Master said nothing so she assumed he was happy.
After a sort wait a woman came down the stairs. The woman approached Master holding out her hand in greeting.
“Mr Sandford, I’m Judith, Rachel’s assistant.” Having shook Masters hand she turned to Sofi. “I assume you are Sofi? Pleased to meet you.”
Sofi was taken aback at being treated like a person, so effectively had she been in a slave mind set. She rapidly took Judith’s hand and squeaked out a timid, “Thank you, ma’am.”
Judith seemed happy to ignore both Sofi’s outfit and the fact she was being led on a leash.
“If the pair of you would be kind enough to follow me I’ll take you to Rachel’s office.”
They were led up the stairs one floor and along a short corridor before being admitted to a large office. One wall seemed to be entirely books. A large leather topped desk with an overstuffed leather recliner were stationed at one end. A number of less imposing chairs orbited the desk on the opposite side. Near the door a small coffee table was dwarfed by a huge chesterfield sofa in black leather.
“I’m very sorry but Rachel has been delayed at court. She is on her way back and will only be five minutes or so. If you would like to make yourself comfortable I will get you some drinks.”
“Okay, do you think I could be cheeky and request a gin and tonic?”
“Certainly Mr Sandford, would you like ice?”
“Please.”
Judith turned to Sofi, but before Sofi could open her mouth her Master interjected.
“The girl will have water.”
Judith turned back to Sofi’s owner.
“Sparkling or still, sir?”
“Still, no ice.” Judith nodded understanding, leaving the office and closing the door behind her.
“Permission to speak, Master.”
“We’re alone, Soaf, you don’t need to ask.”
“Master if I kneel in this skirt when Rachel arrives I’ll flash my minge. What should I do?”
“Okay, sit last, help me sit, but for this meeting only you may use the furniture in this room.”
Saying this he reached up and unclipped the leash from her collar. He dropped the item into a jacket pocket.
Judith entered the room and handed them their drinks. Clearly trying to stall for time in her bosses absence she tried making small talk.
"So, Sofi, that's a fairly sexy... Umm... Outfit. Err what's it made from, P.V.C?"
"No, ma'am. It's latex rubber."
"Latex? Wow! Isn't that really hot to wear?"
"Well, ma'am, it doesn't breath if that's what you mean. So if you get sweaty it stays in with you. But it's not a very good insulator so if it's cold it won't keep you warm."
"Really, didn't know that. So why, apart from looking amazing, did you choose to dress in latex today?"
"Ma'am, after we are done here we are going to an event when my outfit will be more appropriate."
"Oh? What's that then?"
"Truthfully, ma'am, I don't know. It's going to be a surprise."
At that moment both women were saved any further embarrassment when a tall slender woman in a long woollen coat burst in the room.
"Guys, I'm so, so sorry. Bloody judge decided not to recess as he thought the case was near an end. Any fool could see the trial has days to run. So, Mike, I hope you've not been waiting long. Oh, and Sofi, we finally meet. I'm sorry I missed you at the funeral, your mother was a good friend."
"You knew my mother ma'am?"
"We went to university together. We both let things slide after, but she got back in contact when she met Mike, with her project."
Rachel turned to Mike.
"So Mike I can see from Sofi's attire you've decided not to wait.
"I promised Chloe, plus Sofi presented me with a... An opportunity, shall we say."
"I see," Rachel turned to Judith as she removed her coat to reveal a dark green satin blouse and black leather pencil skirt. She handed the coat to her assistant, ”Judith, love, thank you for entertaining Mike and Sofi, I need you to go guard the door now please. No one in here until I buzz, okay?"
"Yes, Rachel," answered Judith nodding to Mike and Sofi and heading for the door.
Rachel watched her go and then turned to Sofi once the door was closed.
“Sofi, my dear, are you happy in that collar, be truthful now."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Excellent, well that's going to save a lot of time. Please both of you grab a seat and we can get on with this."
Everyone made for the desk. Rachel taking her seat, and Sofi making a show of helping her owner before sitting next to him. As she lowered herself down she held tightly to the hem of her skirt and kept her knees close together. She saved her modesty, what little she had being dressed in rubber, but ground the butt plug deeper in as she settled.
Rachel pulled an envelope from a draw and opened it taking out some papers. She then turned to Sofi.
"Sofi, your mother, before you, also wanted to be Mike's slave. The only reason they did not start in on a lifestyle basis was you. Your mother recognised her responsibility and was not prepared to commit until you turned eighteen. Even then Mike had to promise that he would treat you as his own daughter.
"Then your mother fell ill and all the plans went up in the air. I have here a letter I'm instructed to read out to both of you;
'My dearest Master and daughter, I am so sorry you are hearing these words now as it means I lost the fight.
“Master I'm sorry I was a rubbish slave. I served while I could but in the end the monster forced the tables turned. Then the final ignominy, I laid this task at your feet and made you swear.
“Sofi I've been haunted by your ten year old self. I remember the promise I made to you as we stood hand in hand by your fathers grave."
Sofi started to quietly sob. Rachel, whilst reading, passed the girl a box of tissues.
"That I betrayed you and did leave you cuts me to the core. I hope today to have a hand in your future. To ensure you are safe and, that while I cannot be there personally, that you are cared for.
"I must confess that while home ill, and you were at school, I read your diary. I found your toy box and eventually Mike and I discovered you playing with all the sorts of toys we enjoyed too.
"I know that you love my Master. I hope that me referring to him in that way, the man you know only as Mike is not too jarring. I totally understand why you love him. In fact I don't understand why he's not beating women away with a stick. That you were wracked with envy and unrequited love causes me sadness.
"I would see the two of you stay together. I trust my man to look after my baby when I'm gone. Plus I would rather you happy than lost in the world with a broken heart. Such a solution would see you collared his slave. To be this mans slave was my single ambition. If you'll have it I'd like to pass his collar on to you."
Sofi reached up to the steel fetter at her throat and silently mouthed, "It's already there mum."
Rachel continued reading, "Master, as your slave, I had no assets. My daughter, if she volunteers, is yours. Look after her well, she was precious to me.
"Sofi, as I stare death in the face I have so many regrets. But none of them are for things that I have done. Only the unfulfilled fantasies and lost dreams cause me pain. Don't worry how others judge you. Follow your heart not your head when it comes to love.
"I love you both.
"It's signed by your Mother, Sofi," said Rachel handing the letter to the girl. Sofi scanned the letter again and saw it was signed by her mother. She passed it to her Master.
"Mike," continued Rachel, "since you have jumped the gun a bit, I need a key and for you to leave for this to be legal."
Mike stood and handed Rachel a small black box and Sofi's leash he then turned to his slave.
"I hope to see you soon, back on the end of that leash. While I step away Rachel is your Mistress. Obey her as you would me." He then turned smartly for the door. Sofi noted through her tears than his cheeks were wet once more.
Once the door was closed Rachel asked, "Do you need a moment to compose yourself dear?"
"I'm okay Mistress. Master prepped me coming over. This has not been too much of a surprise, though obviously very emotional."
"I totally understand dear. Will readings are never easy." Rachel picked up some more papers and continued, "So your mother left you two options. Package A is provisions to take care of you if you choose not to accept Mikes collar. Since it's already locked in place that is almost moot.
"Package B is what happens if you accept his collar. Sofi, your mother contacted me just after she met Mike. As we went to Uni together I knew of her sexual proclivities. Slavery is obviously illegal here in the United Kingdom. Your mother wanted me to research a way to make Mike's ownership of her legal.
"The short answer is you cannot. But what I did put together is a package that gets pretty close."
Rachel pulled out a thick folder from a lower draw on her desk.
"If you sign this you'll be signing away nearly every protection offered to you under law. It is an indentured work contract. There is some fancy shuffling with regards to pay and taxes, you'll get none, and if you attempt to break the contract the financial penalties are horrendous. Further the contract, and thus your services, are transferable. In short you can be bought and sold, it really would reduce you to property.”
Rachel got up from her chair and came and sat in the seat recently vacated by Sofi’s Master.
“As your solicitor I have to strongly recommend that you do not sign that contract. If you were to do so Michael Sandford would essentially own you. He would be free to keep you in bondage. To imprison you. Your womb could be hired out, he could prostitute you, tattoo you, pierce you. Hell, he could even have you surgically modified under the claim it would improve your ability to perform. Which means breast enlargement or all sorts of other cosmetic surgery.
“Sofi, If you sign this document you do not even keep your name.”
“What would happen to my name, Mistress?”
“Dear, it was gleaned that you’re aroused by humiliation. Thus a clause has been added that changes your name from Sofi Turner to Sofi Emily Xanthia Slave. Your actual name will be slave and your initials will spell sex. It’s childish but it’ll humiliate you all the more for that.
“There are protections so that the contract cannot be challenged in court as an unfair contract. Once signed it will be valid for one month only, at the end of that month a continuation can then be signed that will extend it for a further two months, then six months, then a year, five years, ten years, twenty years and finally fifty years. As you would be over fifty-four years old when the fifty years extension was placed in front of you, you would be a slave for life if you signed them all.
“The first signature must be witnessed by an independent solicitor who must ensure you are not under duress and of sound mind. You ought too, to read that from cover to cover. The witness has.
“So, Sofi Turner, do I remove that collar or invite the witness in?”
Sofi had been getting hotter and wetter as Rachel described the contract. She was only committing for a month, but she knew she would keep on signing unless things got out of hand. To her mind this was a no brainer. Be with the man she loved, honour her mum’s wishes and live out her favourite sexual fantasy.
“Can I read the contract first please, Mistress?”
“Of course, take your time. Certainly don’t rush this.”
Sofi picked up the document. There were at least one hundred pages. Looking quickly through she could see it was all lawyerease. Loads of ‘parties of the first part’ and ‘parties of the second part’. She’d need to study for a law degree before she’d have a hope of understanding it. It did not matter. She knew what she wanted to do.
“Mistress, I’d very much like to sign this contract please.”
Rachel stood up and leant over to her intercom, “Judith could you ask Janet to step in please, no other visitors please.”
The door promptly opened and a large dumpy woman in tweed and heavy spectacles entered the room. She walked up to Rachel and greeted her warmly. The pair then turned to the seated Sofi.
“Sofi, my name is Janet Dyer, I understand, by my being invited in here, that you actually intend to sign the atrocity Rachel has created?”
“I do, Ma’am.”
“Have you heard of a catch-22?”
“I’ve read the book, Ma’am. Does this mean you’ll not witness?”
“You and I need to talk for a bit, to establish you’re not as nuts as wanting to sign makes me think you are. Lets go sit on the sofa and have a chat.”
Sofi followed the woman over to the sofa and sat down when Janet patted a spot next to her.
“So, Sofi, where to start? Actually lets ignore the subject for a bit at just chat. Your name dear, have you always spelt it that way?”
Sofi smiled, “Oh that was my dad’s fault. I was born caesarean and there were complications with my mum. Before the delivery my parents had decided on two names. Duncan if I was a boy and Sophie if I was a girl. So there I was and my mum is still in theatre or something. I mean obviously I’ve gotten this from mum and dad, but it was a sore point so not discussed much. Now my dad was not well educated. He wasn’t stupid, he just didn’t spend a lot of time in school as a kid. I remember him as always being this big happy man. Oh, I’m s-sorry I’ve gotten off the point.”
“It’s quite all right dear, we’re just chatting.”
“No ma’am we are not ‘just chatting.’ I’m making the most momentous life changing decision ever and you hold my fate in your hands. I’m terrified of saying the wrong thing.”
“That you get the importance is a good thing, as is the fact you’ve read Heller and understood. Try to put that out of your mind for now though. So your dad did what?”
“My dad went to register my birth without my mum. Got there and realised he did not know how to spell my name. When my mum found out she exploded and my dad, to cover his mistake, bluffed it out saying he meant to spell it that way.”
“My dear that is hilarious, when did he confess?”
“One night after my seventh birthday I think, ma’am.”
“Imagine… and is he remorseful now or are you happy with your name.”
“My dad died when I was ten, ma’am. But I’ve never been fussed by my name. The odd time people check on how I want it pronounced, beyond that it’s never been an issue.”
“I’m sorry about your dad dear. So getting a bit closer to home. You clearly like wearing rubber?”
“Oh yes. Every chance I get. I love everything about it, the smell, the feel of it, even the noise, but most importantly how I look in it.”
“So would you say you were vain?”
“Gosh, I’d not thought of it that way before. Umm I don’t think so, no. I mean I like to look at myself dressed in latex in the mirror, but I’m not thinking others would be amazed or envious. I’m just pleased with how I look.”
“Okay, so why do you want to be a slave?”
“I’ve not spent my whole life thinking about this, I’ll be honest. I’m quite young to be making such big commitments I know. I’ve read a lot of fiction based on non-consensual sex or sex slavery. What other people would perceive to be a horror story is my erotic. If that makes me mad… Look there is a massive industry making clothes for other people just like me. Also whips, cages, collars and shackles. I’m sure most of them don’t want to be real slaves too, but I’m just on the edge of a spectrum.”
“So have you actually read the contract?”
“I’ve looked at it, but I’ll be honest, I don’t understand the jargon. I’ve had the consequences of signing it explained to me.”
“I see… Could you give me some examples and why you find them desirable?”
“Master would have the right to have my body pierced; the idea of this is highly erotic to me. Both the pain when it is done, the pain such things could be used to inflict on me. Plus the stigma or image that piercings in erogenous areas would give others.
“To be kept in permanent bondage and being unable to refuse sex. That’s the very core of it. I don’t have to pretend that I’m out of control. To be told what to wear or even allowed clothes at all. It all just makes me horny ma’am.”
“You’ve been bereaved twice. Have you considered what would happen if Mr Sandford were to die before you?”
“I could be bought and sold, I suppose I can be given away in a will. Someone could inherit me. That I could belong to someone I don’t yet know is probable, I’m half his age, but the idea of it thrills me, ma’am.”
“Thrills you? Rachel, remind me, the name of the individual who, at present, would inherit this contract in the event of Mr Sandford’s demise?“
“That would be one Natasha Remizova.”
“Have you ever met this woman, Sofi?”
“No, ma’am. Though I will this afternoon, if I am able to sign.”
“Well you are clearly of sound mind… But I think you are bonkers. However, you seem aware of the gravity of this decision, and determined to follow through. Lets get on with it shall we?”
“Oh, Thank you , ma’am.”
“I wonder if you will be as grateful later in life?” Pondered Janet.
“May I suggest we do the name change first and separate? That way all following signatures will be the same,” said Rachel.
What followed was lots of signing and dating of forms. For the name change Sofi was even required to give an oath. It seemed very odd, but strangely exciting, to be signing Sofi Slave on all the documents.
When all the papers in the documents had been signed Janet turned to Sofi.
“Well Miss Slave, I hope you enjoy your life in that collar.”
“Ma’am, I’m sure I’ll be very happy.”
“Let me see you to the door Janet,” interjected Rachel.
Once Janet had left Rachel turned at the door and declared, “Okay, slave, nearly done. Just a little more paperwork to be done.”
“More, Mistress?”
“Do you want to be a slave for life, or are you playing at it for a few weeks?”
“I don’t want Master to ever release me Mistress, I love him.”
“Exactly, so we need to close that loophole.”
Returning to her desk Rachel pulled out seven sheets of paper, each with a different pen clipped to the top.
“What I have here are your extension papers. If you and I sign them in advance, with these pens so they don’t look like they were all signed together. They can be added to your contract as needed without wasting time by asking you silly questions like if you still want to be a slave.”
“Is that legal Mistress?”
“Heck, no. I’d lose my licence in a heartbeat if it ever came out. I’m trapping you in a hundred year contract that sentences you to a life of slavery. In all likelihood the first forty years with the man you love. After that… Who knows? The Russian sounds interesting from what I’ve heard.”
“You are forcing me, Mistress?”
“You are a slave. Your owner told you to obey me. You are going to sign those documents. Are we clear, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sofi picked up a pen and signed the first document. She continued through the pile until all were signed. At the end of it Sofi realised she was shaking. Was it that she had just signed her whole life away or that she had been forced to do it?
“You really are a compliant little twit aren’t you, slave?” Rachel unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, to reveal long shapely legs in hold up stockings and a pair of silk french knickers. “Never had a girl before. Lets see if you were worth collaring.” Rachel pulled down her knickers to unveil a neatly trimmed mons and lips that were already glistening in anticipation. “On your knees, slave.”
Sofi dropped to her knees at Rachel's feet. The lawyer turned dominatrix removed and threw Sofi’s hat across the room. Grasping the slaves bald head between both hands she forced Sofi’s face into her moist snatch.
Sofi, acquiescent to the core, delved deep with her tongue. Desperately trying to remember what Edith had liked she concentrated on giving long slow licks up Rachel lips.
“Good, but I need to get comfortable,” stated Rachel, transferring her grip to the ring on the slave’s collar. Nearly dragging Sofi, Rachel marched over to the sofa on which she reclined.
“Get to work, slave,” she ordered, “make me cum.”
Sofi moved her attention to her Mistress’s clit. Alternating between long slow sucks and darting flicking action with her tongue.
Rachel was clearly getting more and more frantic in her arousal. Constantly changing her grip on the bald head she held firmly between her thighs and giving out satisfied moans and gasps.
Eventually the crescendo came to a climax and Sofi was able to pull away as Rachel trembled in orgasm on the sofa.
“Do you feel like a slave now, slut?” Gloated Rachel as she recovered. “I just condemned you to a lifetime in that collar and then used you as a sex toy.”
“Yes, Mistress, I do feel like a slave,” answered Sofi. Carefully she adopted the kneeling pose her Master had taught her.
“I’ve been working on that contract for years girl. Researching and stretching the law, all towards the aim of condemning the fool who signed it to a life sentence of servitude and bondage. I thought it was going to be your mother. She cheated her fate, but I’ve condemned her only child instead. I wondered what it would feel like to watch you sign it. Then the look on your face when I made you sign all the extensions”
Sitting up Rachel placed a large wet kiss on the top of Sofi’s head, “Thank you Miss Slave, that was a trip.”
Rachel got up and walked over to her skirt. Pulling it on she then threw the box of tissues at Sofi.
“Wipe your face and fetch your hat, slave. Time to take you back to your daddy.”
Sofi flared at that, but bit her tongue. Rachel noticed though, “Got something to say, Miss Slave?”
“Master is not, nor ever was, my daddy, Mistress.”
“Yeah, yeah, like I care what you think. You’re going to find a lot of people you knew are going to view your incestuous relationship rather dimly.”
“Mistress, Master never married my mother. He was no relation to me. It is not incest.”
“Oh, I know it’s all legal. I’m your solicitor after all. But the man was your dad in all the ways that matter to many.” Rachel picked up the leash, “Now heel bitch. It’s time to return the dog to its Master.”
Having used the tissues, and retrieved her hat, Sofi made her way over to the gloating woman. Smirking Rachel clipped the leash to Sofi’s collar and led her from the room.