This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised.
‘I need to keep reading… Seven, sharp.’ Elva lowered her legs and glanced around the paper to find the list where she stopped. “The following punishments are not allowed: blood may not be drawn intentionally at any time, burning or branding, loss of… cir-cu-lation, internal bleeding, or loss of consciousness through suffocation.” ‘I… hadn’t even considered some of those… What punishments are allowed?’ Elva read on to see if there was an answer.
“‘Permanent Bodily Harm… Since the body of the slave now belongs to Mistress, it is Mistress’ responsibility to protect that body from permanent bodily harm. Should the slave ever intentionally come to permanent bodily harm during the course of punishment, it will be grounds for immediate termination of this contract… should the slave so desire. Permanent bodily harm shall be determined as: any damage that involves permanent loss of mobility or function, or any permanent marks on the skin, including scars, burns, or tattoos, unless accepted by the slave.’”
Elva looked up at the orb for a moment before reading on. ‘I guess I should feel comforted… but I still don’t know how she can punish me… I suppose she wants to keep me guessing,’ she thought as she looked back down to continue.
“‘Contact with other people: The slave may not seek any other Mistress, Master, lover, or relate to others in any sexual, submissive or affectionate way without Mistress’ permission, but Mistress may accept other slaves or lovers.’” She stopped for a moment to think about what she had read. ‘So I may… have to be with other slaves… I guess I should have expected that.’
“Next… ‘Activities not mentioned. The slave is forbidden to engage in any activities not actively allowed by the contract. All rights and privileges not otherwise noted in this contract belong to Mistress, and she may exercise them as she chooses.’ As if I wasn’t limited enough already.” With a light sigh, Elva continued to the next paragraph.
“‘Duration of the contract: This contract is applicable 20 hours per day, seven days a… week, every week of the year until discharge of the slave…’” Elva paused for another moment. ‘Hours? Will I have time to sleep? Do I… need to sleep anymore?’ She pondered before continuing. “‘This contract will go through several phases to allow each party to fully understand what it means.’ The first trial will last for one day, the second trial one week, the third a month, ‘then the agreement may enter its final and semi-permanent state and can only be ended as mentioned elsewhere in this contract or at the conclusion of the slave’s sentence.
“‘Alteration of Contract… This contract may not be altered. When both parties, Mistress and slave, agree fully aware and out of their free will to change the contractual terms of their relationship, they will first terminate this existing contract as described below and afterwards agree on and sign a new one.’”
As Elva unrolled the scroll further, she saw the end after just a few short paragraphs. “Almost done. ‘Termination of Contract. This contract may be terminated at any time by Mistress, but never by the slave, except under special conditions explained within this contract. Regardless of the circumstances of termination, the Mistress will make efforts to secure a new Master or Mistress for them to contract with for the duration of their sentence.
“‘Slave’s vow… I, Elva, of sound mind and body, so hereby relinquish all rights to my Mistress except those granted by my contract. I vow to devote myself fully to my Mistress and trust in her care and protection for the duration of my time in her services.’ Well, that’s not too hard to remember. ‘Date… 6 Av 22531… Anno… Dia-boli..?’ Date? Anno..?” ‘What does that mean?’ Elva decided not to linger too long on the question before continuing.
“‘Mistress’ Vow,’” she continued, “‘I, Saoirse, of sound mind and body, so hereby take possession of all rights of my slave except those authorized by her contract. I vow to care for and protect her as payment for her devotion for the duration of her time in my services.’”
‘Care and protect,” Elva thought as she rolled the scroll back up, resting it gently on her lap. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the cold wall. ‘It’s only for a day,’ Elva opened her eyes again and looked back up to the glowing orb, setting the scroll at her side. ‘I can make it through this.’
For an unknown time, Elva sat on the cot with her hands folded in her lap, nervously playing with her toes as she tried not to think too hard about what Mistress might have planned. Fidgeting restlessly, she eventually laid back on the soft bed and felt herself begin to relax finally. ‘It’s so soft, and it smells so clean,’ Elva thought as she closed her eyes; she felt the stiffness in her shoulders start to loosen as her hands rested gently on her stomach.
‘It could be worse, I guess,’ she thought as she opened her eyes again and looked up at the glowing sphere and the dark, wooden ceiling. She laid her right hand next to her shoulder, resting it gently on her hair. ‘I won’t be hunted, tortured, and killed by some ugly hunters, at the very least. I suppose instead I’ll be tortured, used, and pleasured by a beautiful…’
Elva’s heart fluttered before she could complete her thought. She touched her cheek as it grew hot and flushed as Elva thought about her Mistress-to-be. ‘She was… beautiful.’
Her fingers wandered to her parted lips. ‘That was my first kiss.’ Elva’s body felt hot as she began to fidget her legs together without noticing. ‘Her tongue…’ she thought as she recalled how Mistress teased her. ‘Only if it pleases me, kitten,’ Mistress’ words echoed in her mind. ‘If Mistress were to… how would she… eat me?’
Elva closed her eyes as her mind drifted; slowly, her hand slipped down from her lips to her neck, where her fingertips gently passed the soft ridge of her clavicle before her palm rested on her left breast. ‘She was…’ she stopped her thought as Mistress' intoxicating aroma flooded her mind, as well as the sweet taste of her lips and tongue.
‘Gorgeous, am I, little kitten?’ The melodic words once again came to her mind. ‘How could I have let that slip,’ she thought as she bit her lip. ‘She was… gorgeous though,’ Elva added as she recalled Mistress’ nearly nude visage.
Her breathing deepened as Elva’s mind fell further into fantasy. Mindlessly, her right hand began to gently grope her breast, while her left slowly slid down her stomach and found her hip. ‘If she…’ Elva started thinking as she slowly pulled up the skirt of her dress. As the coarse fabric left her legs, the cool air of the cell sent goosebumps down her thighs.
She left the hem of her skirt at her waist and then wandered to her crotch. Elva gasped and released a light sigh as her fingertips found her sensitive place and rubbed it gently. Her mind wandered to their kiss and how warm the feeling of Mistress’ lips on hers made her feel.
Slowly her deep breaths turned into moans, and as she comforted herself, Elva curled her toes and fidgeted her legs together. ‘Call me Mistress, kitten,’ Her words echoed in Elva’s mind as the growing heat left her breathless. “M…Mistress,” Elva whispered carelessly when the pressure brought her moans to light whines.
“Practicing your purr, are we, kitten?” Mistress teased, her voice echoing softly throughout the chamber. Elva’s eyes shot open before she quickly pulled her skirt over her legs. After clumsily sitting up on the bed with her back against the wall, Elva found Mistress’ silhouette leaning in a brightly lit doorway a few feet in front of her cell.
‘I didn’t hear her come in,’ Elva thought as she began to fidget nervously. ‘Please don’t tell me she’s been watching me comfort myself…’ she gulped nervously before finally meeting Mistress’ gaze. “How…how long have you been standing there?”
“Since you closed your eyes, little kitten,” Mistress replied playfully.
Elva felt her face grow hot with embarrassment as she pulled her knees up to bury her head in her skirt. ‘Oh, Brigit, she saw everything.’
“Oh, it was so cute, though. My kitten is falling for me already,” Mistress teased as she stepped out of the doorway. The sound of Mistress’ shoes clicking as she walked pulled Elva’s head out of her knees. “But enough practice, kitten. It’s seven o’clock, sharp.”
After a few steps, Mistress stopped in front of Elva’s cell where the dim glow of the orb revealed her visage. Instead of her loose robe and messy hair, Mistress wore a slim black dress and corset while her hair was bound in a neat ponytail. Elva stared in awe at Mistress as she unlocked her cell.
“Come, kitten,” Mistress said as she gently opened the barred door. “It’s time to break my fast, and I’m quite hungry today.”
‘Quite… hungry?’ Suddenly Elva recalled her thought about Mistress eating her. “I… Wo-would that make me the… meal?” she asked absentmindedly with a nervous smile. ‘Am…am I trying to get eaten?’ Elva reflected, regretting her question.
“Quite astute, my kitten!” Mistress gleefully teased as she stepped into the cell.
‘Oh no, she is really close,’ Elva thought as Mistress stopped directly in front of her. She tried her best to look away from Mistress’ chest and cleavage prominently displayed by the deep cut of her dress, and instead stared intently at the intricate lacework of her corset. ‘Do not stare,’ she tried to tell herself before she noticed the sweet aroma Mistress gave. ‘Oh, Brigit... Don’t smell, don’t stare, don’t smell,’ she began to repeat in a vain attempt to keep her head clear.
“Kitten,” Mistress sang to Elva as she lightly pinched her chin and lifted her head. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Her daze lessened as their gaze met, and Elva became lost in Mistress’ eyes. “First, I need your contract. Follow me, kitten,” Mistress ordered as she released Elva’s chin and turned to leave the cell.
Slowly, Elva stood up to follow after Mistress. For a second, she sped up to keep pace with Mistress; however, Elva soon noticed that the swaying of her bushy ponytail was giving off Mistress’ scent so much it made her head dizzy. ‘Oh, Brigit, do I smell her now,’ Elva began to slow her steps to distance herself from the aroma.
“Stay close, kitten!” Mistress snapped. “I don’t want you getting lost again.”
Elva shyly complied and stepped closer to Mistress. After only a moment, her mind went blank but for the scent of Mistress’ hair as she watched the gentle swing of the ponytail tickle her bare back. Before Elva even realized how much they had walked, the two passed through the doorway, leaving Elva to recoil from the bright light.
Comments (2)
See all