‘(My name), please come up to my desk and sign the contract. There are three copies, the first pair of which Master and you take home and the third which I will keep, register and store.’
The moment! I go over to his desk, where the contract copies are laid out, I am aware of my ass, my breasts that slightly swing and the solicitor’s look when I bend over once again and sign all copies. Bending over even more, I kiss the copies. I see I leave faint lipstick marks on the paper. Straightening myself, I return to my place.
‘Very well.
‘You, (Master’s name), please come up and fulfil your obligation.’
Master takes his time. He draws up chair and sits down to sign the documents. Now that his signatures are in place my fate is sealed. He rises quietly and turns to me.
‘My dearest, now mine fully, completely and totally…’ and he takes me in his arms, almost cradles me and gives me the most intense kiss of my life, one hand around my back and the other clutching my crotch from behind. Oh, dear! I can die in this bliss. Or make love here and now. Fuck!
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We discontinued this act of love, alas, and found both our witnesses ready and patiently waiting for us. The solicitor quietly instructed the legal assistant to sign and subsequently signed himself. Then the solicitor pronounced me the absolute slave and property of my Master.
‘And may I be the first to congratulate you both?’
No answer was required. He immediately went up to Master and shook his hand while placing his other hand on Master’s shoulder with a beaming smile. He then turned to me, looked me deep into my eyes and wished me luck. Turning to Master, he said, ‘May I?’, to which Master replied, ‘Of course.’
To my amazement the solicitor engaged me in a full embrace, very much like Master did, with a hand on my ass cheek and the other on my shoulder, and kissed me on the lips. Yes, briefly, and no, his tongue did not enter me, thank God, but I felt used and defiled, objectified. Lord knows what he would have done had his legal assistant not been present. She – I love her for this! – … She approached me before the solicitor had finished and gently took my hand. When he had finished his kiss, he gave her a puzzled glance. She ignored him. On her part she solemnly looked at me, into me, into my soul for a short, long while, before she planted two kisses on my cheeks. ‘I wish you well.’ Only then she went up to Master and simply, silently and formally shook his hand.
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Legal assistant
OK. If my dear boss chooses to misbehave then at least I have to show a bit of sympathy. I do wish her well.
I could not have stopped her from submitting herself to her Master, had I wanted to, but I can wish her well. That there is happiness to be had for her I can remotely imagine. In a life that is less than a dog’s. Happiness, is that a suitable description? Sounds too sweet and carefree. Perhaps she will reach her fulfilment and be content. This sounds better.
Then that man, the Master. Maybe I should wish him well too, if he is the one that brings her to her destiny. But I will never subscribe to the selfish part of his motives.
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Thank God the legal assistant was allowed to stay, and did so, when Master and the solicitor shared a double Scotch over a chat, frequently looking at me and looking me over. She had withdrawn in her corner and worked. I simply remained standing there and waited for Master’s permission to be seated, which never came.
After some twenty minutes, Master finally made ready for leaving. He asked the legal assistant whether she had a large envelope and would she please put my clothes inside and seal it? I was ready to cry out, ‘Master!’ but managed to swallow my words and merely uttered a deep gasp. Was I to leave here naked? She complied and we watched her neatly sliding my stack of bridal clothes into the large envelope and sealing it – I was stone cold – and handed it to Master.
‘Oh, may I offer these clothes to you, (assistant’s name)?’ She was as shocked as I was. What on earth was he implying? I registered a flicker of a grimace, but she managed to not show the emotion. ‘No, Sir, thank you.’
To me she then handed my raincoat – eternal bliss! – which I gratefully put on. Although the raincoat had a deep V-neck making it obvious that I was not wearing much of a top underneath, it meant the world to me. My heels still lay near the solicitor’s desk. Putting them on, I was dressed.
Master received our contracts and bade both the solicitor and his legal assistant goodbye. Taking me by the arm he ushered me out. My parting glance was at the legal assistant, who answered it.
Fare well!
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Legal assistant
That last look I exchanged with the girl I will never forget. She was spent. Really spent.
No wonder. What came to pass caused an emotional rollercoaster, if there ever was one. I doubt if I will ever know how she will be getting on. I will not ask my boss. Perhaps he will volunteer snippets of information. I understand he and ‘Master’ are palls. And he ìs a gossip.
It will be very hard. Let her be content!
We are all tired after this, truth be known. My boss took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. ‘ Phew. I think I will take the rest of the day off after this. You do the same if you want to.’
After he left, I picked up our copy of the contact for filing and sat down to read it. What fate! What atrocities! I cried.
After this, I dried my tears and left, at a safe distance from the boss.
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The journey back to home in the taxi is a blur. I just remember the eyes of the taxi driver in the rear-view mirror; beside me was a protective Master. I remember that when we came home – his house; I had cancelled the lease of my rooms – Master fucked me long and hard in my rear. That is how my life as a total submissive started, a life so fulfilling, make no mistake, yet very, very difficult.
A few days later, he gave me the envelope with the clothes I wore during the ceremony. (The ones he offered to the legal assistant!) I keep the envelope in my dresser, still sealed of course, the lace knickers visible through the address window.
How do I feel looking at it? At times the realisation of what I did that day hits me like a sledgehammer and I cry. But it was my fate and I had to follow it.
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