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Legally Bound
By
Carmenica Diaz
Synopsis
Henry always enjoyed the high life, even though it meant living beyond his mean and his addictions of gambling, drinking and womanising didn't help matters.
Devlin Butterworth, a sophisticated criminal accumulated Henry's debts and demanded payment, making it clear what the consequences would be for failure.
Exhausting all avenues and with time running out, Henry reluctantly visits his estranged wife, Virginia who is a very successful legal practitioner. As Henry has no collateral, Virginia refuses to lend the money but suggests he may have something to sell – himself!
She prepares a contract and if Henry signs it, he will become an indentured servant to his ex-wife! And what Henry doesn't know is that Virginia has learned some things from the Maya twins!
Prologue
On Saturday morning before leaving for shopping, Virginia informed Henry that the fulfilment of the second addendum would occur that evening.
Immediately, Henry was happy. To be able to achieve orgasm after such a long time of intense sexual frustration was a relief, no matter what it had cost him in terms of the extended contract period and the ten strokes of the cane.
'You should be wanking by seven tonight,' Virginia said with a thin smile. 'Something to look forward to. How long as it been?' She knew very well how long but enjoyed teasing him.
'Eight weeks, Mistress,' Henry said softly.
'Really?' Virginia pretended to be surprised and raised an eyebrow. 'Time does fly, doesn't it?'
Henry thought about nothing else all day as he completed his chores, tasks that he now performed diligently and perfectly.
His mind kept returning to one thought! That night, he would finally have the Dickson Device removed and be able to come, to feel his own cock!
He tried to remember when Virginia had simply been his wife and not his demanding and sometimes cruel Mistress. If only , he thought, I had stayed with her and not left her for Grace. If only I hadn't began gambling. If only…
If only…
He had once been a free man, free to do what he wanted when he wanted it and free to have sex or masturbate when he desired.
Now, he was nothing more than a servant, legally bound to Virginia for at least thirty six weeks.
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Virginia chose to wear a soft pink woollen skirt and jacket with beige stockings. No leather clad dominatrix rubbish for her, she wanted to be soft and feminine, to reinforce her new found feminine power over Henry has she caned and humiliated him.
Entering the living room as the clock on the mantelpiece chimed six softly, she called for Henry to bring a gin and tonic.
Sipping the drink, Virginia smiled, lost in thought and after a few moments, imperiously summoned Henry.
His eyes popped when he saw her skirt had risen and he had a clear view of her stocking tops. Virginia's eyes followed his. 'Are you looking at my stocking tops, Henry?'
Henry licked his lips. 'Yes, Mistress,' he murmured.
'Kneel there so you can get a closer look,' Virginia said softly and Henry, eyes fastened to the band of dark nylon and the white garter straps, slowly sank to his knees. Her fingernail touched the garter strap. 'Do you like my stocking tops?' she whispered.
'Yes Mistress,' Henry said, his voice shaking with desire and his spurned cock twisting and turning in it's steel prison.
'Would you like to kiss them?'
Henry's heart was pounding and his fingers trembled. To touch her flesh, to feel the smoothness of her leg!
'Yes,' he moaned, 'yes…please Mistress.'
'Perhaps, in the future if your good behaviour continues,' she said, carefully adjusting her hem and Henry sadly watched the stocking tops vanish. At the same time, he felt proud that she considered his current behaviour to be good.
'Now,' Virginia said sipping her drink and smiling down at the kneeling Henry, 'it's time to fulfil the contractual obligations as stated in the addendum we both signed yesterday.'
Virginia put the glass down and stood up, looking down on the still kneeling Henry. 'Let's recap. In return for allowing you masturbatory privilege, you will call me Mistress instead of Madam – something you're doing already. It's much nicer than Madam, isn't it?'
'Yes Mistress,' Henry whispered staring at her shoes.
'It's sexier somehow, isn't it? And you'll receive ten strokes of the cane, delivered by myself to make up for the humiliations you put me through when you embarked on your womanising and gambling spree. It's well deserved, isn't it?'
'I suppose so, Mistress,' Henry said doubtfully.
'I believe I am very reasonable. Only ten strokes after all the things you did – the affair with Grace, selling my car – terrible things.'
'Yes Mistress,' Henry hurriedly agreed, hoping Virginia wasn't becoming angry.
'After the caning, I'll remove the Dickson Device and you'll be able to play with yourself. Are you ready?'
'Yes Mistress.'
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