This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of trauma, mentions of unintentional suicide, and forced servitude. Reader discretion is advised.
As Elva pulled her hand away, she blinked twice as she contemplated the question. ‘What do I feel? Well…’ Elva thought as she took a hard look at Mistress. Just when her eyes wandered, Elva became lost in the gentle waves of Mistress’ crimson hair as her ponytail lay loosely next to her legs. As she glanced away from the locks, the side slit of Mistress’ black dress caught Elva’s eyes, and the sleek, reddish skin of her thigh.
In Mistress’ lap, Elva found her right hand resting delicately atop her left. Her nails were short but clean and sleekly painted with black polish; on the fourth finger of her slender right hand sat a strange, silver band that left Elva bewildered. When her eyes moved to the lace and curves of Mistress’ corset, she felt herself grow warm and flushed as she noticed how it accentuated her hips and chest. Elva quickly tried to move on in her analysis before the cleavage in the center slit of Mistress’ dress held her attention.
Suddenly Elva remembered their earlier encounter and seeing Mistress’ robe fall from her breast. ‘Oh, Brigit, those are…’ Elva resisted the urge to shake her head when her face grew hot and swiftly lifted her gaze instead.
The black paint on Mistress’ lips grasped Elva’s attention as it shimmered in the warm light. The gentle curves of her lips as her mouth held closed left Elva feeling a longing—as she raised her gaze further, Mistress’ ruby eyes seemed to glow through their thinly parted lids.
Elva was almost ready to answer when her eyes wandered again, this time to Mistress’ ears, which Elva now noticed had a slight point at the upper tips; in her lobes were a pair of black, jeweled studs. ‘She’s so… strange, but… so beautiful, that all I feel is…’ “Ah,” Elva felt her heart stop for a moment before she could answer. “Adoration,” she finally replied shyly.
Her eyes softened as Mistress smiled gently. “Thank you, kitten.” Elva felt her heart flutter again as she shyly looked away, flustered. “Now, you must have some questions for me, kitten. Please, what do you want to know?”
“Um,” Elva tried to think of where to begin as she fidgeted with her feet. After a moment, a question came to mind. “Why… do you keep calling me kitten?”
With a smile, Mistress replied, “Because it pleases me to say, as well as to see how it makes your cheeks flush and your legs squirm, kitten.”
Elva tried to hold her legs still in vain, suddenly aware of her fidgeting. She looked away again and tried to think of another question before remembering her circumstances. “So, you told me I’m dead,” Elva looked back at Mistress. “What does that mean for me? I mean, I’m breathing, aren’t I?”
Mistress leaned back into the armchair before she replied. “Your mind is just as alive as it was when you had a living body, even if you no longer need to breathe. Your body is no longer ‘real’ and, as such, you can’t die again. However, even if your body isn’t alive, you can still experience all the sensations you could when you were alive. You can taste, smell, feel pleasure, pain… or experience permanent harm.”
After a brief pause, Elva gulped as she recalled her contract and the punishments that were not allowed. Mistress closed her eyes briefly before continuing. “In the Immortal Plane, in Hell, the only rights human souls have are those granted by their contract. ‘You are here to serve penance for your sins until you have repented,’ as some say. I’m sorry to say that, however unintentional your suicide was, it is not a sin that is quickly pardoned; it carries a sentence of five hundred years.”
Elva’s heart dropped into her stomach as she felt the color drain from her cheeks. “F—” she started to say but stopped as suddenly, for her words failed her. ‘Five hundred years…’ Her head fell while she clutched her chest with her right hand. ‘All because I used the wrong blood… I just,’ Elva felt tears of frustration begin to well. “I just… wanted to feel safe… to be protected.”
“And you will have my protection, kitten, for as long as you’re contracted with me.” Mistress pulled herself forward in her chair and gently rested her right hand on Elva’s leg. “It’s in my contract, and if a demon breaks the terms of a contract, they lose all rights to keep slaves.”
A moment later, Elva willed herself to look at Mistress’ hand as it softly lay on her. ‘Mistress’ protection…’ Her chest started to feel a little lighter. As her hand released its clench, Elva wiped the water from her eyes before looking back up to Mistress. Her eyes gazed back at her with such kindness it nearly put her heart at ease. “I suppose… that might not be so bad then.”
Mistress gave her a light smile. “I’m glad you feel that way, kitten. Five hundred years is a long time to live with fear. Especially of your Mistress,” she added with a sorrowful tone as her smile faded. “Do you have another question?” She asked as she sat upright, resting her hands in her lap again.
Elva took a moment to think before she glanced back to her left again; finally, she acknowledged the door opposite the one they entered. “Uh… What is…” Remembering the room they’d just come from, suddenly Elva wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.
“What’s on the other side of the door?” Mistress finished her question anyway. Elva looked back at Mistress nervously before she gave a slight nod. With a light smile, Mistress answered, “Sorry, kitten. You need to be under contract to know what’s in the playroom.”
‘The… playroom?’ Elva blinked twice as she stared at Mistress in disbelief. ‘I can’t imagine what could be so… playful.’
Mistress chuckled lightly before giving Elva a sly grin. “Trust me,” she seductively said as she relaxed back into her chair, “there will be plenty to play with, kitten.”
Not at all comforted, Elva squirmed as she struggled not to think about what might be in the room. When another question failed to form, she finally asked, “So… what happens now?”
“If you have no more questions,” Mistress reached out her left hand to Elva, “then hold the scroll with me so we may say our vows to begin our contract.”
Elva hesitated for a moment before she lifted her contract and gently placed it into Mistress’ fingers. With their fingertips touching as they held the short dowels, Mistress asked, “Do you remember your vows?”
“I think so…” Elva nervously replied, hoping she could recall all the words.
“Let me say them with you then,” Mistress assured her. “‘I, Elva, of sound mind and body, so hereby relinquish all rights to my Mistress except those granted by my contract.’” Mistress paused for a moment for Elva to repeat her words before she continued. “‘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.’”
As Elva finished repeating, the end of the scroll she held began to sparkle in a shimmering, golden glow. “Well done, kitten.” Elva shyly blushed as she tried not to avert her gaze. “Now, let me recite my vows.”
With hardly a pause, Mistress began to speak with grace. “‘I, Saoirse, of sound mind and body, so hereby take possession of all rights of my slave except those authorized by her contract.’” Mistress paused for just a moment before continuing in an uncertain tone. “Under pain of death, I vow to care for and protect her as payment for her devotion for the duration of her time in my services.’”
Slowly the opposite end of the scroll began to simmer in glows of pink and purple, and Elva was left to wonder, ‘Under pain of death… that wasn’t in Mistress’ vows… why would she add it?’
Before Elva could ponder further, the scroll slowly lifted into the air as the aura intensified until it finally burst into pufts of light. Recoiling briefly, Elva squinted her eyes until the glow faded, where she found the scroll had transformed into a black leather band. As it fell into her hand, Mistress stood up slowly and stepped around Elva’s chair.
“Please, lift your hair, kitten,” she requested as she stopped behind Elva. Nervously, Elva looked back before wordlessly nodding and pulling her hair away from. Looking ahead, she felt her spine shiver as Mistress’ hand touched her neck and gently traced her skin. Soon she felt the smooth leather touch her throat, slowly encircling her neck as Mistress’ hands pulled it closed.
As Mistress stepped back around her, Elva felt the back of the band before she lowered her hair. There was no seal or mark where the strap was once open; it now enclosed her neck in a complete circle. ‘So… that was a collaring, Elva thought as her hair fell back down. The feeling of the leather was foreign yet comforting, and something about the act made Elva feel bashful.
Once in front of Elva, Mistress held out her left hand and asked, “Do you remember your safeword, kitten?”
Elva looked at her outstretched hand before reaching out her right. “Teardrop,” she said as their hands touched.
Mistress grinned widely as she gently grasped Elva’s hand. “Good. Then let’s begin, my kitten.”
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