CHAPTER TWO
Becca's thoughts when she stood as James told her to and glanced up to see his
eyes travelling over her chest then lower caused her to almost moan as she
realised that he had brought the Contract with him. They had spoken of it
briefly in email, but only as she began to express herself more to him. Now, as
she lowered her hands from the back of her neck she took the sheets of paper and
bit at her lip. This was the final step; she knew it keenly and felt a surge
within her body, a mixture of fear and pure arousal in one. The feelings fed on
each other and she glanced up at James then around at the others present, as
some stepped even closer to hear the conditions she would agree and sign to.
Becca had been unwittingly scanning the document, but pulled her eyes from it
quickly as James uttered his command to kneel again. Without another thought
she lowered herself to her knees at his feet once more. She felt her mind move
even more out of the fantasy she had been dreaming about for so long into the
reality of the present.
Clearing her throat, Becca began to read the contract out loud. Her voice was
steadier than she would have ever imagined and knew, then, she was making the
right (and last, free) decision. She accepted the decision completely.
The contents of the Contract as she spoke them aloud before the customers in the
post office continued to cement how deeply she wished to become a slave to
James. She remained curious as to how her life would proceed from this point on
and began to read faster, her voice full of emotion as each condition brought
her closer to the inevitable end of the agreement and her future.
"i, Becca Wilson, who will henceforth in this document be referred to as slave,
being of sound body and mind, do hereby submit my complete self to become a
slave in the full care and control of James Quentin who henceforth in this
document will be referred to as Master.
It is accepted that i will abide by the following conditions, that may be
amended or altered at will by Master, in the full realisation that i will retain
no rights to refuse any order or instruction from Master or anyone he appoints
to act on his behalf."
Becca then repeated the exact wording of the 19 Conditions of the Slave
Contract.
Once finished, Becca nodded and looked up to James, her eyes revealing how the
Contract had affected her.
James listened to Becca's litany of submissive desires from her kneeling
position and, after smiling at the other patrons of the post office who had
watched and listened with interest her recital of the Contract terms, he
instructed her to sign the document whilst still kneeling on the hard floor
surface.
A pen appeared before her eyes, one of the male customers offering it to her.
Her hand shook as she took it from the man, her eyes lowering properly as a
small smile played about her lips. Leaning down to the floor, she finally
signed the contract, giving herself wholly over to her Master and handed James
the paper, which he placed in a pocket of his trousers.
"Now that the written formalities have been completed," James said, "We will
attend to the more physical ones." He moved over to a display stand at the rear
of the post office and began to examine several leather collars that, to a
casual observer may have looked like collars for household pets, but James knew
they were actually designed for human pets. Taking a one inch wide plain black
leather collar from the display, James went back to the kneeling figure of Becca
and bent down and fastened it around her smooth neck, the buckle fastening at
the back and concealed by her hair.
"You may stand and accompany me to the house that I have obtained for use during
our stay."
James opened the door and motioned Becca to precede him from the shop. Was this
an example of oldie world charm and courtesy? NO, No.. By no means!! James
simply wished to admire the sway of Becca's hips as she walked before him along
the street, imagining those self same hips, squirming and writhing as they felt
the cut of
the cane and whip. Such were the joys of anticipation!!!!
As James and Becca walked along the street to the house, James could not help
noticing how other residents of Brookdale reacted to the couple. Becca, with
her nipples showing erect through her dress and displaying that ancient symbol
of slavery, a collar around her neck, whilst James, walked behind with a smile
playing about his lips as he enjoyed the sight of the good looking woman walking
in front of him.
As they neared the house, they approached another resident of Brookdale who was
walking towards them. This was a woman in her early forties, about 5 feet 10
inches tall and about 250 lbs. Her rather weighty figure strained at the
strategic points of her bust, her waist and her hips, the long black dress she
wore. The dress was sleeveless and her flabby upper arms were apparent and
indicated a general condition of obesity. Her features were hard and
uncompromising, and her black hair mirrored the deep black of her eyes, as she
carefully examined Becca.
"I shall look forward to seeing more of this fine young thing, when she has
become more accustomed to the ways and customs of Brookdale."
The woman addressed James, who was somewhat taken aback by her rather direct
manner. He then realised that she was one of the ladies from the real estate
office from where he had rented the house. Obviously she was aware of the
facilities of the basement playroom, and therefore realised that the girl
accompanying James would soon be making a more intimate acquaintance with those
same facilities.
James laughed as he recovered his composure. "Yes, why yes she will soon become
well used to the particular idiosyncrasies of the community of Brookdale.
Perhaps in a week or two, after we have settled in, you may care to visit me
when you can see for yourself how my new slave, Becca has settled."
"I will look forward to that visit with pleasure," replied the woman. "And I
trust that she will appreciate that the pain that now awaits her is simply a
tool that will be used to allow her to take her rightful place in the
community." The woman walked on, leaving James and Becca to continue their
short journey to the outskirts of the town.
This brief encounter served to indicate to Becca, however briefly, the unique
nature of the township of Brookdale. She would soon discover that the local
byelaws of the community of Brookdale were completely different to any that she
had ever encountered. As she would soon realise, Domination and submission were
the two principles by which the town operated.
Watching Becca's reaction to his conversation with the woman from the real
estate office, and her obvious signs of consternation at the content of the
discussion, James was delighted to see the effect of the words on her psyche and
the sway of her hips as she continued to the environs of the house.
When the couple arrived at the house, James opened the front door but, before
Becca could make any attempt to enter, James gave her further instructions.
"Before you enter the house, and at all times in the future, you will strip
completely naked and you will never cross the threshold clothed or standing, but
you will always make sure that you enter on your knees, naked for all to see.
On entering you may rise, but you will remain naked whilst in the house, unless
I require you to wear certain apparel, in which case you will instructed
accordingly."
James was most exact in his preliminary orders, as he did not wish Becca to be
in any doubt regarding the strict regime to which her life would now be
subjected. ~ Submission she craved and submission would be ensured. ~
"You may now proceed." James said as he stood to one side to wait while Becca
obeyed his instruction.
"Yes Master, I understand," she replied quickly and darted her eyes towards the
street for any sign of neighbours.
Placing her bag on the ground, Becca lifted her hands to the buttons at her
throat, unfastening them. Her fingers shook, making the endeavour more
difficult than it should have been but Becca was smiling slightly. Her eyes
remained lowered as she did as he instructed, despite the smile her expression
was decidedly nervous.
Becca revealed her body slowly as she unfastened her dress to the hem. She
paused for a moment and glanced up at James, before finally slipping the light
fabric off of her shoulders and collecting it in her hands.
James noticed Becca's initial glance around on hearing his order to strip naked
and he made a mental note concerning the brief delay. "That will require some
penalty later." James mused.
Becca stood for a moment before him. Naked apart from her collar for the first
time in front of him, she was in total awe of James, the way he spoke, and the
thoroughness of the contract she had signed. "So many rules, so much to
remember." She thought in the moment she took to catch her breath. Becca could
only imagine what it would be like as his slave, the taste she had so far was
just that, a taste.
Lowering herself to her knees, Becca took her bag and dress then carefully made
her way over the threshold and into her new home. Once inside she laid her bag
down with her dress on top, but remained on her knees. The blush that had
covered her cheeks was clearly visible flushing her throat and upper chest; it
revealed more of her mood than embarrassment alone. To show her eagerness to
please him, Becca clasped her hands behind her neck, thrusting her chest forward
as she waited for him to follow her inside.
As Becca removed her clothing, James noted the nervousness that showed as she
fumbled with the buttons of her dress, but slowly the dress parted allowing
James very brief glimpses. The inner slopes of her breasts, the slightly convex
shape of her lower belly and the soft swell of her pubic mound with its
covering, concealing the core of Becca's being. He allowed his eyes to express
his delight, as he watched her quietly remove the dress revealing her naked
flesh for his gaze, and he took in the soft sweet shape of her body, as she
stood naked and available before his tall, well-built figure.
As Becca dropped to her knees to cross the threshold of the house and then
remained kneeling, her breasts thrusting due to the positioning of her hands
behind her neck, James was aware that she was voluntarily displaying herself to
him in the accepted manner of a slave. He saw her blushes as a sign of her
discomfort, not realising that her reaction maybe one of anticipation.
James quietly contemplated the pleasure that he would extract from her decent
into total submission to his requirements. The woman seemed to be excited by the
events and her forthcoming trials.
"Stand, slave." James ordered. He gazed down at her fair cheeks that were
suffused with her blushes and into her almond shaped blue eyes and, reached out
to cup Becca's right breast globe in his left hand and kneaded the soft mound
with his strong fingers, eventually taking a grip of the stiff nubbin of her
nipple between his thumb and index finger. Squeezing tightly, James pulled the
breast towards him and upwards, and he watched as the pain of the pressure on
her nipple caused Becca's mouth to open slightly as a low moan escaped her lips.
Becca met James's eyes as ordered, blushing brighter and fighting a shy smile as
he bent down. A wave of desire swept through her as his hand took her breast.
A soft moan purred from her lips as she thrust her chest towards his touch more.
Her
senses became focused as James's strong finger and thumb closed down, vice like
in her mind, on her erect nipple. It was a bright sting that only worsened as
his lifted the weight of her breast. Becca bit her bottom lip hard to hold in
the sound of complaint she almost made.
Still gripping her nipple, James's right hand moved to caress the displayed
nakedness of Becca's torso from the side of her chest, down along the soft curve
of her waist until his fingers spread to take a firm hold of the under-slope of
her left buttock cheek, revelling in the feeling of the power to subject the
nude girl displayed before him to his dominant desires.
Becca's eyes closed and she tried to turn her attention to the feeling of his
other hand as it trailed down her side. His hand took hold of her backside and
again she felt the strength within him. Becca could keep silent no more, as a
gentle series of nervous whimpers escaped her as she took in the scope of his
presence and contact. Her eyes remained closed, a slight frown on her face as
she dealt with the light stinging mingled with her excitement. None of her few
and far between
boyfriends had ever brought out so many different feelings as James had been
able to with only these few touches.
"I wish to see more of my new slave in all her nude glory." James said. "Turn
around and let me see if the rear view is equally as exciting as the front."
"Yes Master." she gasped as he spoke. Her nipple still stung slightly, as she
looked up into his gaze. Becca held her hands at the back of her neck, finding
it a convenience as otherwise she wouldn't have known what to do with her hands.
Her chest rose and fell more quickly as the sensations left behind from his
hands continued through her.
Becca was more than aware of her nudity as her bare feet pivoted on the floor to
turn her body. She could feel the imprint of his fingers left behind on her
backside. Her nipple throbbed and vaguely she wondered just how much James
enjoyed giving the pain he and the woman on the street had spoken of. Now as
she stood with her back to him, she felt the almost comforting touch of the
collar under her fingers as she remained still for his examination.
"I am a slave, I have done this willingly and my choices are not mine to make
anymore." She thought with short sigh.
Still she was nervous, the knowledge of her new status did not take that away.
Becca had concerns that she would not satisfy her Master, that she would not be
able to continue, once her real training began. The fears compounded in her
mind and reflected in her face, while her back was to him.
Becca had read many things on the Internet of women, and men alike, who had
given up absolute control to their Master or Mistress. She had just done the
same. Still there was hesitation even with her desire and quickly moistening
sex. All she had read had been in theory in her mind and though it strengthened
her resolve for what she had decided, Becca was still unsure. "How long will .
. .?" she began but trailed out as her voice failed. He had already said "a
week or two . . ." to the woman on the street, but Becca knew that was for her
initial adjustment to her new life. That thought summed it up: 'new life.'
The contract had not mentioned any time limit, but only spoke in absolute terms
of how she was to be under his control.
"Master, do I please you so far?" She finally asked softly, in need of some
sort of reassurance from James that she was doing well.
Ignoring the woman's entreaty, James examined the smooth flesh of Becca's back
and buttocks presented before his eyes. He decided that this was an ideal time
to acquaint her with some initial early requirements concerning positions she
would be expected to adopt in the future.
"Turn around and listen to my instructions. When you hear the word `present 1'
you will stand, hands clasped at the nape of your neck elbows well back so that
those sweet tits are thrust forwards. Your feet will be 18 inches apart,
allowing easy access to your cunt.
For `present 2' you will maintain the spread stance, but this time your fingers
will hold the lips of your sex wide, so that the inner lips are well exposed.
`Present 3' will require you to bend forward at the waist and, this time use
your fingers to pull apart your buttocks to expose your anus."
After a short pause to allow these words to sink in, James continued. "There
will be many other positions that you need to memorise, but one that comes to
mind is the one you will learn to adopt in response to the words `display 1'.
This will require you to kneel upright, with your knees 12 inches apart,
buttocks raised 3 inches above your heels, hands clasped as for the `present 1'
position. Use of `display 2' will expect to find you kneeling as before, but
your fingers again holding your cunt lips wide. Use of the instruction `display
3' will demand that you bend forward so that your forehead touches the ground
and then, using your fingers, to pull open the cheeks of your bottom to expose
your anal opening."
James watched Becca carefully, as he waited to see if there was any reaction to
the words that were instructing her to show her body in such demeaning and
obscene poses.
Becca turned one her feet again to face James and looked up into his eyes as he
spoke. As he described the first position, Becca straightened her back and
pushed her elbows back. A light smile curled about her lips as his words
indicated to her that he liked her breasts. She positioned her feet apart more
and continued listening. Silently she was wishing that as time passed she would
stop being so affected by her position. She
could feel the blush still burning her cheeks. Then as he described how she
would spread herself, Becca could not help but lower her eyes shyly.
Becca was imagining herself taking the positions James described and could not
look up at him anymore. She was unconsciously chewing on her bottom lip. She
didn't know how she would be able to bring herself to spread her most private
openings for display of any kind. Keeping her legs spread was one thing; she
was already doing it willingly without instruction.
"Many other positions." She thought and again wondered how well she would do
under his control. Yet it was all-thrilling, her heart pounded in her chest as
her imagination began to hypothesize what positions she would be made to take.
Then there were the possible positions of her body while bound. Becca was
growing more excited as her nervousness grew. Her mind worked quickly and the
small smile returned.
"Master, do I please you?" She asked again more softly than before, glancing up
and looking into his eyes again. Her voice had changed, growing husky. Becca
attempted to clear her throat. "What will it be like, to be a slave? . .
." She asked. "Why does a slave have to take positions like these?" There were
many questions circling in her mind but for the moment it was only these that
she posed.
Listening to Becca's nervous voice requesting reassurance that her Master found
her naked body pleasing to his eye, James did not reply at once but allowed a
short period to elapse.
The revealing photos that Becca had sent him via the Internet had demonstrated
that Becca was the possessor of an excellent figure, surmounted by a pretty
face. James welcomed the fact that she was a relatively tall individual, at 5
feet 9 inches weighing some 130lbs.
Becca's chestnut brown hair rested soft curls on her smooth white shoulders and
framed a fair complexion complemented by bright blue eyes with a slightly snub
nose above full lips. She had a slim-waist at 26 inches, with long legs
supporting her 35-inch hips. Her breasts were well shaped, the nipples
upstanding and James was happy to see that she had told the truth when she had
described herself as a size 37b bra, although she would not be wearing one of
these very often.
"Maybe, she'll think that I am having second thoughts about undertaking her
training." He thought, delighted in the idea of playing with Becca's emotions
as much as he looked forward to playing with her body.
The short period of silence from her Master felt like an eternity to Becca. Her
chest heaved as a twinge of fear that he would not like her entered her mind.
Then his voice, rich and smooth filled her ears.
"In answer to your first question, girl," replied James. "I consider the nude
canvass placed before me to be most acceptable and very adequate for my purpose.
It remains to be discovered if the beauty displayed, is complimented by a
willingness to learn and obey, without question, the orders of a Master."
At this juncture, James reached out and softly traced the fingers of his right
hand down the smooth surface of Becca's flushed left cheek, his light touch
moving down to her neck, pausing to rest against the blushing skin and to feel
the pulse of her beating heart.
Becca smiled shyly and lowered her eyes again as his hand rose to touch her
cheek. The fingers left an electric tingling in their wake; Becca was almost
breathless by the time they came to rest on her neck. Her heart was beating
quickly with her excitement from these additional touches from James's hand.
"As for your other questions, you have already commenced the journey of
discovery of what it will be like to be a slave. The fact that you have openly
and without duress, signed the contract in front of witnesses, has demonstrated
your desire to undertake the voyage of submission. The Contract contained many
Conditions and the following days, weeks and even years will reveal the full
import of what being a slave will entail. You will be subject to many rituals
and regimes that will force your mind, as well as your body to accept and
understand the true nature of slavery."
"Thank you Master." She said, attempting to strength her voice.
Removing his hand from Becca's neck, James stepped back slightly and, watched to
see any reaction from her downcast expression.
It was true, the journey was commenced, but Becca felt it had really been begun
upon her agreement to come to Brookdale. The signing had only made it official.
In her mind, Becca recalled as many of the conditions described in the Contract.
She was
ready to be moulded by James into the slave he desired, eager to please but so
afraid she would fail him.
James continued. "The positions that you will be instructed to adopt are to
assist your acceptance that, as a slave, you are permitted no opportunity of
refusal or disobedience for that will surely lead to severe and painful
punishment. You may, at this stage, consider the positions that I have already
acquainted you with to be embarrassing and humiliating.
How would you react to be ordered to use your fingers to masturbate in front of
a room full of people and, on completion of your orgasm be required to lick
clean your fingers? This will be an act that you will be expected to undertake
without delay, if so instructed. In addition to obeying the instructions of
`present' and `display' you will be expected to express, in your own words, what
you are offering to your Master or anyone else that is present." James
instructed Becca.
"As a rehearsal of my requirements, I now order you to `present' in positions
1,2 & 3 and to `display' in positions 1,2 & 3, and to make sure that you provide
a vocal explanation of the offerings." James ordered.
