Bonded!

An eBook By Madison West.

"This is a legal contract. Look, it's even been notarized." Kate held up the last page of a six-page document.

"It's probably a con. He had a friend do it for him. I bet you didn't even check out his supposed references," mocked Sara.

Kate would never forget the stunned look on Sara's face when she told her about his references.

"As a matter of fact, I did. They were all women. The first one was a business partner who has never had sexual relations with Jason. The other two were former 'contract holders' and hope to be again soon. They were legally forbidden to tell exactly what he did, but they were free to tell me how much they enjoyed it. And before you ask, the health certificate was from a very reputable doctor."

Sara came over and sat down on the couch and took Kate's hands into hers.

"I'm just worried about you. I don't want anything to happen to my best friend."

"I'll be okay, see? Since my contract starts Thursday evening at 10:00 P.M., and says I'm permitted to attend work Friday, if I want to. You can check on me then. He has a paragraph on how I am to prepare for the first evening such as a new lace bra, no panties, a garter belt with stockings; a black slinky dress and he even sent me this very expensive body oil. There's nothing you or I wouldn't do on a hot date with some guy we know, and how much do we really know about the guys we go out with? He's also included a bunch of space for me to list any restrictions, a safe word and a termination word in the contract. Nothing is going to go wrong."

Kate readjusted herself on the stool as she continued to sip at her drink. It was one minute till 10:00 by her watch and three minutes by the clock in the corner. A flush of excitement surged through her. She thought back through all the evening's preparations. She had carefully washed all over. Her soapy fingers had slid through her folds to find her clitoris hard and continued farther back to slightly penetrate her tightly puckered hole. Waves of ecstasy began to knot deep inside her. She lingered on her clitoris letting the ecstasy build then stopped when she remembered she was forbidden to fulfill herself within six hours of the beginning of her enslavement, or the contract would be nullified. She quickly finished shaving her legs and underarms silky smooth and reached for her watch. It was nearly eight p.m. She had only two hours to finish getting ready. As she dried her body, she watched in the mirror trying to imagine what it would be like. She closed her eyes as she rubbed in the scented oil Jason had sent her. She imagined his hands circling her firm breasts and rolling her nipples. She dried her hair and watched every movement of her body. Her nipples slowly melted from erect little points to wide soft puddles of dark pink. Piling most of her shoulder length hair on top of her head, she allowed silky strands to gently kiss her neck and ears with tiny curls framing her face. She hoped this was satisfactory. Her make-up, she remembered, was also specified; no foundation; just eye make-up, blush and lipstick all should be bright. She giggled a little when she had to stop to tissue away her love juices starting to dribble down her inner thigh. She picked up the strapless, black, lace bra she had bought, with matching panties, and easily fastened it behind her and then positioned each of her breasts so that her hardening nipples were gently stimulated by the edge of the lace.

Her panties slid over her thighs to barely conceal her well-trimmed bush, yet afforded no covering for her full buttocks. Next, she fastened on the new garter belt and set about slithering her stockings up her silken legs and attaching them. Sara stood for a moment examining herself in the mirror then slipped the short, black silky dress over her head and shivered as it whispered over sensitive skin. She lifted the black choker that had arrived from Jason that afternoon, a symbol of her slave status, and tried to fasten it around her neck. It took her several minutes as her hands began to shake with anticipation, or was it fear?

On the walk from the bus to Carlito's Club, her hand kept checking her choker. Each time she touched it confirmed she was going to be bonded and added more wetness to her slippery wet love folds.

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