The Contract

The Contract

We discussed the terms at length in private -- I'd give her full consent to do whatever she wished with me, to push me to my limits, and beyond.

The following day we met up in a restaurant. She'd prepared a series of documents for me to read and sign.

Each bullet point was more explicit than the last.

I agreed to give her access to my bank accounts, email, and social media, as well as grant her power of attorney.

I'd allow her to film me, handcuff me, bite and burn me, as well as force me to get piercings and tattoos.

I'd even have to ask permission to use the bathroom, as well as a whole host of other things I don't even remember what they are.

I was so turned on, it was hard to concentrate.

Ms. Rouge had forbidden me from wearing panties to the signing.

With every line I initialed, my pussy got wetter and wetter. So wet I was afraid I'd get stuck to the booth.

I agreed to things I'm not even sure I had the authority to. Only the initials on the previous line gave me the courage to continue filling out the document.

If I'd already let her do this, what more was that?

I thought, until I'd finally agreed to everything, and signed on the dotted line.

Ms Rouge wasted no time to start exercising her power over me.

"Read it outloud," she said.

I turned beet red.

"Louder."

I complied.

"Louder!"

Of course as soon as I got to the really spicy section, a teen boy walked by to refill his drink. His ears perked up as soon as I mentioned what Ms. Rouge could do to my pussy and my ass.

Shortly after he returned to his seat, he passed by us again to go to the bathroom, and then again, this time not even trying to come up with an excuse.

He motioned for his friends to come sit at the table next to us. And within a minute, the little perverts had their ears to the booth, hoping to hear every excruciating detail.

Everyone there was incredibly turned on, but only I had been completely humiliated.

I sped through the remaining points, careful to maintain the volume Ms Rogue had required. If anything, I read them slightly louder, just to be safe.

When I'd finally finished, Ms. Rouge rolled up the contract and kissed me on the forehead.

And then left me there with the bill.

The boys followed her out, but kept their distance.

As soon as I was sure I was alone, I cried.

The Contract by lariancooper

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