03 - College Kinks - Agreements

My eyes fluttered open and my lashes brushed gently against Jess' right boob. My head was lying on her shoulder, my legs were wrapped around hers, and her blonde, flowing hair tickled my cheek.

Judging by the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, she was still asleep, and I did not want to startle her awake. I looked up into her beautiful face. She had her eyes closed, and her mouth half open, breathing slowly. Her hair, now wild and tangled, fell over her face in messy strands, some of which reached down to my cheek. Her right arm was wrapped around me tight, as if she never wanted to let me go, and her left hand lay still on my waist.

I closed my eyes again, more content than ever, and drifted off into a wild dream filled with sex, bondage, and humiliation.

When I awoke a second time, my position was unchanged. But I could no longer feel Jess' hand on my waist. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked up into my girlfriend's deep blue eyes, reminding me of the color of the tropical ocean. Her right arm was still keeping me close to her, while she was using her left to tap on her phone. When she noticed my head move, she looked down into my eyes, and her lips formed a wide, loving smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," she whispered, gently kissing me on the forehead, squeezing me tightly. I cuddled closer to her, wanting to feel her naked, perfect body on mine and used my hand to brush over her stomach and up to her breasts.

"Hey," I yawned, still sleep-drunk. "You have no idea how beautiful you look," I whispered back.

"No? Then let's find out," she giggled, turning her attention back to her phone and opening the camera app. She held it high above us, made a duck face and shot a selfie of both of us, naked and cuddled up, and my hand between her tits.

Looking at the photo, she smiled. "I think we both have seen better days," she laughed, holding the screen up to my face. My brunette hair was chaotic and unkempt, my makeup was smeared by various bodily fluids from last night, and my eyes looked like I had just awoken from a thousand-year sleep. Jess looked better in my opinion, but I knew just how much she valued her appearance, so she probably thought she looked as horrible as me.

"Oh god," I muttered, and buried my face in her chest in shame.

"Hey now, nothing a hot shower and some coffee won't solve. And besides, I still think you are more beautiful than anyone else," she said, caressing my cheek. I smiled and put my hand on hers.

"What time is it anyway?" I asked, looking around the room. Outside the window, the sky was dark again. When we got to bed, it must have been around 8 or 9 in the morning. Had we slept through the entire day!?

"11:49pm," Jess answered, looking at the time on her phone. "We slept over 14 hours. Well, you did at least."

"What, how long have you been awake?" I asked, feeling bad for keeping her in bed. She probably did not want to wake me.

"Eh, I don't know, maybe an hour or two?" she thought, and shrugged. "But don't worry, I didn't mind staying in bed with my beautiful girlfriend."

I smiled. Just a day ago, sleeping next to Jessica, my roommate and best friend for years, would have been a wet dream, but now it had become my reality. I could not be happier in this moment.

"So, what now?" I asked. "Should we get up? Try to sleep until morning?"

"No, I think to get our sleep rhythm back in line, we should get up, and go to bed tomorrow in the early evening. After all, this time of the year, the sun will rise in a few hours again anyway. And besides, we have a lot to do."

"What?" I was surprised. "We do?"

"Well, for starters, I have to go to the bathroom. And then we should both shower," she said. She was right, of course. We had both had a long night, and had not gotten to shower when we got home, since we were preoccupied with each other.

"Shower... together," she added, whispering in my ear, and gently moving her hand along my side and smiling flirtatiously at me. I trembled at the thought and smiled back, suddenly very motivated to get up.

With those words, Jess pulled her arm from underneath me, and gently rolled me onto my back. I immediately missed her warm embrace.

"Give me 5 minutes, then you can join me," she chirped as she got up and stretched her arms and legs. I enjoyed the view she presented to me, standing next to the bed, naked, her athletic figure stretching down, forward and to the sides. I dreamily gawked at her, absorbing every moment, before she winked and left the room.

My sex was starting to get damp again, and I gently rubbed my hand over my mound, stroking my clit, and caressing my labia. As I removed my fingers, wet strands of liquid pulled away with them. I got more and more excited, and when I heard the shower start, I shuffled out of bed, stumbled over the pillow on which I had knelt and which we had soaked in our combined juices the night before, still lying on the floor, and hurried naked to the bathroom.

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The air was warm and humid, and through the steamed-up glass walls of the shower, I could see a goddess enjoying a hot shower.

"Finally, and here I thought I would have to soap up by myself," Jess said in a playful voice.

I opened the shower door, and slipped in with her. Our shower was not particularly large. One person could fit comfortably, but for two, it was a little crammed. With both of us in the shower, it was basically impossible for our bodies not to touch and brush against each other constantly.

For a moment I just enjoyed the feeling of the water streaming over our bodies, washing away the smell and dried fluids of last night.

Jess moved closer to me, rubbing her naked body against mine. Her soft breasts brushing against mine, our nipples meeting, and rubbing against each other. Her hands clasped my butt and pulled me closer, while I threw mine around her neck and pulled her into a drawn-out, steamy kiss.

When we separated, she grabbed her bottle of shower gel, smelling of oranges and other tropical fruit, and held it out to me.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked. "This body isn't going to clean itself."

With those words she turned around, presenting me with her back, and signaled for me to start there.

Dutifully, I began rubbing the gel onto her skin, making sure to take my time. I spread it over her shoulders and down her sides and lower back, rubbing it in gently. I squeezed her buttocks, soaping them up, and spreading her cheeks to move it in between them, while slightly brushing my fingers against her pussy. I thought I could hear a faint gasp, but I was not done yet.

She turned around and presented her front to me again, locking eyes with me. I poured more of the shower gel into my hands, and started caressing her round breasts. I took my time with them, squeezing them and pinching her nipples gently. She rolled back her eyes, and let out an audible moan. To give her some time to cool off, I moved on to her arms, and made sure to cover every inch with the aromatic foam.

Finally, I moved down her belly, but I was getting impatient, so I skimmed over it to get to my intended goal a little further down. Jess spread her legs and bent her knees slightly, leaning back against the wall to support herself. The warm water was streaming over her naked body and cutting small rivers through the foam covering her skin, following the natural curves of her body.

I knelt down, and took a last spurt of gel and spread it in my hands. I worked my way down from her thighs to her shins and feet, covering them all with gel. My face was just inches from her sex, and I could smell her arousal, even over the sweet foam. I moved closer, making it look unintentional as I bowed down further to soap up her shins and ankles, and then, without warning, I kissed her clit. She trembled and drew a sharp breath, sinking her fingers in my wet hair. Water was streaming down my face, as she pulled me closer into her crotch. I wanted to use my fingers, but they were soapy, and I did not want to irritate the gentle region of her vulva with chemicals and fragrances.

This meant I had to use my tongue, and only my tongue, which, judging by her increasingly sharp breaths and moans, was more than enough for her.

I moved my hands up to her butt, and pinched it, pulling her closer to me, while she dug her fingers ever deeper into my hair. I felt her getting close. She started trembling, breathing unevenly and contorted her face, before she finally exploded in a cry of pleasure which reverberated in the shower cabin and bathroom. She slumped back and drew heavy breaths, grinning wide and pulled me up to her face. Her hand still in my hair, she pulled me close and kissed me deeply and intimately, not caring about the fact that my lips were still slick with her wetness.

"Thank you," she gasped, barely audible over the streaming water, still shaking. By now, the foam had almost completely washed off of her body, leaving only her hair to be done.

"Let me return the favor," she finally said, after having caught her breath.

Her mouth wandered to my neck, kissing it before gently scraping her teeth across it, causing me to shiver with lust. Meanwhile, her hands were occupied spreading shower gel on my body; she cupped my breasts, and pinched my nipples, which were rock hard already, before roughly turning me around, and massaging my shoulders, neck and lower back.

Jess was a lot less gentle than me, but I found that I liked the rougher handling a lot. She slapped my ass cheeks several times, which took me by surprise, before stroking them softly. The slaps echoed through the bathroom, followed by my yelps.

My hands were supporting my weight by leaning against the glass wall of the shower next to my head, when Jess pushed me into the wall carefully, but with determination. This way, my soapy breasts were pressed into the glass and she kicked my legs further apart, making sure to grab my waist to stabilize me, should I lose my footing on the slippery floor. After a second spent washing off her fingers in the shower stream, she reached around me from behind, and grabbed my stomach to pull my lower body closer to her, while pressing her tits into my back, keeping my chest pressed against the shower wall and causing my back to arch.

"Hmm, you like that?" she hummed into my ear while her wet hair was streaking against my shoulders. Her hand wandered down from my stomach and straight to my dripping wet pussy. Without delay, she started rubbing my clit, gentle at first but getting faster and rougher quickly. Her index and ring finger spread my labia apart, while her middle finger drew circles around my clit, flicking it periodically. I started moaning loudly, gyrating my hips and pressing my sex into her fingers, but mere moments before I was about to cum, she suddenly withdrew her fingers.

I howled in frustration and was about to finish myself, when she sternly called, "Ah ah ah, keep your hands where they are. In fact, move them up a bit further above your head."

I wanted to disobey, I wanted to finger myself to orgasm, but her voice practically forced me to bury my desires and follow her orders. I raised my hands slightly, until my upper arms and forearms formed a right angle, not unlike the suspects in a police search.

"Why did you stop?" I cried. "I was sooo close."

"I know you were," she said. I could not see her face, but I could hear that she was amused.

She started again, doing the same motions and bringing me close to orgasm again. I moaned loudly, my body trembled in anticipation, before Jess pulled her fingers away again.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck, please!" I screamed, frustrated like never before.

"Please what, baby?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Please... please let me cum," I moaned, blushing at hearing the echo of my voice repeat my pleas.

"Hmmm, I like to hear you beg," Jess said in a playful tone. "Keep doing that, and I am going to have a much harder time stopping the next time."

The command was clear. If I wanted to come, I needed to beg for it.

"Well, go on!" she instructed sharply.

"I... please finger me, Jess," I whispered, slightly embarrassed but extremely aroused.

"Louder, I can't hear you," she chirped, clearly enjoying this.

"Fuck... Please, please finger me to orgasm, and please let me cum!" I cried, this time louder.

"That's better, keep going," she said, as I felt her hand creep closer to my throbbing sex again.

"Please keep going, Jess. Just like that. Yes, fuck, please keep going. Please let me cum. Don't stop, please, please, please, pleeEEEAAASE FUUUUUUCK!" My voice turned to trembling screams as she massaged my clit with vigor and I erupted into a massive orgasm. Thank God she did not stop this time, and I felt my knees buckle. Her grip was strong, however, so she kept me from falling over, and I quickly managed to stabilize myself against the shower wall and turned around.

"Shit, fuck. HOLY FUCK, that was good!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide open, and gasping for breath. My girlfriend looked pleased and flung her arms around me, pulling me into another kiss. As we separated and my post-orgasmic shuddering and breathlessness faded, we looked each other deep in the eyes. Softly caressing my cheek, Jess smiled and said with a note of bitterness, "A shame that we did not do this earlier. We wasted an entire year."

"True," I said, trying to make a coy smile. "But we can't change that. And besides, I think the wait was worth it."

Jess laughed at that. "Look at you, talking all deep and wise." Her voice softened, as she added, "But yeah, I agree, it was definitely worth it."

We proceeded to wash our hair, before stepping out and rubbing ourselves dry. Jess applied various balms and body milks after showering, while I was usually content with only a cheap lotion afterwards, but Jess insisted that I try it her way too. After she treated her own body, she surprised me as she spread some of the balm in her hands and went to town on my body herself.

Even though I had just had an exhilarating orgasm, her touch sent electric shocks through my body, instantly making me horny again. As she worked her way around my thighs, she noticed that I was wet again, and chuckled.

"Wow, you have quite the libido, don't you?"

"Sorry," I said meekly, and shrugged. I could feel my cheeks turning red again.

"Don't apologize," she said. "I take it as a compliment." She winked at me, and without warning blew some cold air onto my pussy. I jerked and exhaled sharply at the sudden sensation, which amused her even more.

"And besides, I told you already...," she started, her voice turning into a whisper as she came close to my ear. "... I like to keep you desperate."

My heart started racing at the prospect of Jessica keeping me in a constant state of arousal, while tying me up or preventing me from touching my pussy. My fantasies started to take shape with her in my life now.

She reached around me and slapped my ass again, which I had grown to really like, before she pulled out the hairdryer.

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After drying our hair, brushing our teeth, getting dressed and letting all the stress and sensations of the last few days drop, it was barely 2 am, and still a long way from morning. Having slept through the entire Saturday really screwed with our sleep rhythm, and Jess was right that it was probably the best idea to stay awake until evening to get back into a more regular routine again.

We both also realized that we were extremely hungry. The last thing both of us had eaten, other than each other, were some small snacks at Mike's, and some pasta more than 36 hours ago. Neither of us had the energy for cooking, so we decided to order some food from one of the few places which were open 24/7. We both opted for pizza, and fortunately there was an Italian-style pizza place not far from us which also offered delivery.

Half an hour later, Jess and I sat on our couch in the living room and devoured a family-size, broccoli- and tomato-topped pizza. We had planned to keep the leftovers for tomorrow, but we were absolutely famished, so that every last crumb ended up in our stomachs by the end.

And for the first time since we had confessed our feelings, we had some time to ourselves. We joked about how we had both tried to flirt with the other for the past year, but were afraid to commit fully, out of fear that the other one would not reciprocate the feelings. About how jealous we were when the other saw someone from campus, or tried to date someone, and how secretly relieved we were when it didn't work out. We laughed and bonded over the struggle with our feelings, which we, unnecessarily, had kept hidden for over a year.

Finally, I asked a question that had been burning in my mind for a long time. We had never really talked about our sexual preferences, our kinks and what turned us on. Maybe out of respect, and maybe because we tried not to push each other away with these topics.

"Soo, what exactly are you into?" I carefully approached her. "I mean, it's pretty obvious you are dominant and everything, but I was wondering if you only were because you knew I was submissive, or if that is what you really want? And if so, what else interests you?"

Jessica raised an eyebrow, and thought for a moment, before answering.

"To be completely honest, I don't fully know. I always knew I was a dominant personality, especially when it comes to sex. Maybe that is the reason it never worked out with men for me. They always want to prove themselves, and can't really handle a woman taking the reins. But beyond that, I cannot really say. I never had the chance to explore that part of my sexuality."

She paused again, taking a sip of water.

"I never really liked watching porn, and while I did like reading erotic literature about bondage and domination, that is a far cry from actually experiencing it. I did enjoy dominating you, though, so I would be more than happy to explore that part of my sexuality with you, together. That is, if you liked it..."

"Liked it?" Now I was laughing. "Jess, I have always known that I was a submissive person. I want to be controlled, to be owned. For me, it was much the same thing; I had never really experienced that part of my sexuality before. In fact, I was not even sure about it until yesterday. But when I saw Sam serving Mike's guests yesterday, being exposed and forced to serve drinks, and when I saw her kneeling at his feet, offering herself as his slave to be used, I realized that I wanted that too. I wanted to be in her shoes. In fact, I was kind of jealous of her, as she was hanging in his basement, and as you were clearly entranced by her." I added the last part with a hint of shame, knowing that I should not be jealous of Jess enjoying the same show I did at the time.

To my surprise, Jess' eyes practically started to glow in the dim light of our apartment.

"I feel the same. I really did enjoy what Mike did yesterday. In fact, as you were chatting up the others, and holding my drink for an hour -- sorry about that, by the way -- I went to talk to him for a bit. I told him that I felt like you were a submissive person, and that I was a dominant one, but I had no idea how to fully fulfill your needs. About how I was not really experienced, and wanted to learn more."

"Wait, you talked to him about our sex life?" I was shocked, and felt a little betrayed.

"No, nothing specific. Only that I was really insecure about not being able to fulfill your fantasies. And besides, I felt like I, we, could trust him," she reassured me.

I knew what she meant. Mike was a few years older, had his own sub, and seemed extremely professional and open when it came to these topics while at the same time keeping personal details between him and Sam. The fact alone that he asked for her consent twice after she had offered herself up yesterday proved that he did most of what he did for her, rather than himself.

"So, what did he say?" I asked with anticipation.

"Mostly that I needed to talk with you about it," she shrugged. "Which is what we are doing right now, right? He said that I should figure out what I like, and, more importantly, what you like. I should ask you for your fantasies, scenarios you want to experience or have dreamt about, and what you like about them. And from there we could work our way through them. That way I should also figure out what I like, according to him. And if we ever needed help or guidance, we could talk to him."

I listened with concentration. I understood why Jessica had gone to Mike. What he said made a lot of sense, and he clearly was very knowledgeable.

"I am sorry that I asked him behind your back, Nessa. We should have done it together. But I was insecure, and did not want to let you know," she concluded.

I smiled at her. "Jess, I totally understand. There is nothing to be sorry about. In fact, I like his idea. And just to be clear, so far, I had the best sex of my life with you. I could not wish for anything more."

"Well, I am sure you do. In fact, I would love to hear your fantasies. But I have a better idea. I want you to write them down. Write down what you like, why you like it, and then decide if, and if so, which ones you would like me to know about. Then we can try to make them become a reality for you. And I am pretty sure that I will love to dominate you in each and every one of them," she concluded with a mischievous smirk.

My heartbeat accelerated and my cheeks grew hot. I did not need to answer. I simply turned towards her and straddled her thighs, leaning down and kissing my beautiful girlfriend. She returned the kiss passionately, before gently pushing me away.

"Well, why are you still sitting here? I think I just gave you a task," she said with a furrowed brow.

I smiled sheepishly and stood up to get my laptop, where I would start to write down every fantasy and wet dream I had ever had. Meanwhile, my pussy was starting to drip again. As I looked out the window in my room, the first rays of sunlight could be seen over the horizon.

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For five hours I typed up every dirty fantasy, every daydream, every kinky reverie I could remember tirelessly. I added detailed information of what elements of these scenarios turned me on and why, as well as what I was still unsure about. I had to suppress the urge to masturbate constantly, as putting these fantasies into words turned me on beyond belief. And once I had started, I doubt that I could have stopped.

Jessica checked in on me every so often, asking me if I needed anything, and was kind enough to make a small breakfast toast for me, which she put next to me while I was typing. I could occasionally hear her type on her own laptop; maybe she had to finish some work for university, although summer break was on, so that was unlikely. I could also hear her calling someone once, and talking in hushed tones on the phone.

When I had finished, the sun stood high in the sky, and the campus was full of people going about their daily business. Jessica was lying on the couch, still typing away, when I went over to her.

"Hey, how is it going?" she asked, looking up from her work.

"Great, I'm finished," I answered proudly.

"So, which fantasies do you want to show me?"

"All of them." I had made up my mind even before starting my work. I wanted Jessica to know all my secret desires and twisted fantasies. I knew her well enough by now that she would never judge me or tell them to anyone, so I had no reason to keep anything secret.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Are you sure?" she asked, eying me suspiciously.

"Yes, I already sent you the email."

She was even more surprised at that.

"Listen, Nessa, maybe you should think about that a bit longer. These are very private, and if you regret anything in there, it's not like I can un-know it, you understand?"

"No, I don't need to think about it," I answered, with a serious tone. "I know you. I know you won't hold anything in there against me. And I will be damned if I ever keep anything about me from you. We already wasted a year by keeping secrets, which we were afraid of telling the other. If there is stuff in there that you don't want to do, then so be it, I can live with that. But I would not want to pass on the opportunity for you to know me, and everything that makes me go wild."

Her eyes filled with tears, but she was smiling at me. She leaned over, and pressed her lips on mine.

"God, Nessa, I love you so much," she stammered between kisses.

"Hey, it's okay," I laughed, stroking her cheek, before adding, "I love you too."

We kept making out until her eyes had dried, and she sat back down, determined to finish her work.

"What are you working on?" I asked, leaning over to catch a glance, at which she covered the screen with her hands.

"No peeking, you will see soon enough," she said hastily. Now I was intrigued, but I also knew better than to try and prod her for any information. So, I just shrugged my shoulders and leaned back into the couch, and started scrolling on my phone, to distract me from my curiosity, and feign ignorance.

After 15 minutes, Jess finally seemed to be finished, but instead of showing me, she said I should wait until she had read my document.

"Why can't you show me?" I pouted, not wanting to be kept waiting.

"It's a surprise, don't be so impatient," she reprimanded me. "Let me read what you wrote, and then I might need to make a few changes, and THEN you can see it."

I groaned. I hated waiting. But at least now that Jess was reading my document filled with my erotic fantasies, I had some entertainment by watching her facial expressions during the process.

At the first, tamer fantasies, she simply nodded, almost in approval, whereas her expressions shifted as she got to the more extreme ones.

She opened her eyes wide, her mouth open in shock, as she read. But judging by the fact that she subconsciously kept touching her breasts, or let her hand wander to her crotch, she did not seem repulsed by my reveries, and instead seemed aroused by them. Watching her like this also made me horny, but getting hungry again, since it was almost lunchtime, I resigned myself to preparing some food instead. I kept sneaking glances at my girlfriend, however, as she licked her lips while scanning the lines or taking notes in her document every now and then.

Finally, after I had made some sandwiches for both her and me, she looked up at me, her eyes hungry for more.

"Is that everything?" she asked. I had been a little worried that maybe my imagination was too wild for her, but it seemed like the opposite was the case.

"Yeah, pretty much," I answered. "I wrote down everything that came to mind. Why?"

"Fuck, all of that is so hot," she just said.

I was surprised; I did not expect that reaction at all. I was expecting her to go along with maybe half of my ideas, but not that she would think that 'all of it is hot'.

"That part with the street light? Shit, I get horny just thinking about it. And the display with the X-Cross? How many people were you thinking?" she started rambling.

"We'll do it," she finally concluded.

"Do what?" I asked, surprised.

"Everything in here. We will do it all!"

"Woah, slow down. I explicitly noted that I was not sure if I was going to like EVERYTHING in there. Some of those I would need to get a feeling for. Work my way up, so to speak," I answered. On the one hand, I was relieved and incredibly excited that Jess seemed to have taken a liking to all of my ideas, but at the same time I was scared of what that might mean for me.

"Yeah, sure, you can work your way up. And then we will make everything in here happen." She put on a mean smirk, worrying me that I had underestimated her.

She noticed my cautious look and smiled.

"In fact, I have the perfect thing here to put your mind at ease." She finally turned the laptop toward me. I read the title, and my eyes widened.

"I thought, since you really want to submit to me, we should come to some agreements," Jess started. "I want to dominate you, and you want to be dominated. So, what better thing than to write down what we expect of each other."

The document titled "SLAVE CONTRACT" outlined our mistress/slave relationship. It stipulated that once signed, I, the slave, would waive all rights while being with my mistress. I was to address Jess only as "mistress", whereas she would call me anything from "slave" to "cunt", "pet", "slut", or whatever else she desired. Among other things, I was to follow her every command without hesitation; otherwise, I was to be punished.

Several other clauses stipulating behavior, punishments, safe words and so on were also in there, but I did not need to read all of it to know I wanted to sign it.

"You know, I thought it would be an interesting idea to..." Jess started, but I interrupted her.

"I'll sign it!" I exclaimed, almost brought to tears by the gesture of her creating an entire contract to solidify my position.

"What? We didn't even read it all," Jess noted.

"It doesn't matter. This is what I always wanted. I only connected the dots and realized it yesterday, but that is exactly what I have been dreaming about."

I wasn't wrong. Several of my fantasies which I sent Jess involved me being sold into slavery, or being held as a slave or pet. I just never actually thought about it actually happening and only waved it off as some spur-of-the-moment fantasies. It was a common thread through all my kinks that I wanted to be kept, controlled, dominated.

Jess laughed. "Okay, I'm glad you're on board. But still, let us go through the most important paragraphs here. Maybe you might want to add something?" She raised her eyebrows, looking expectantly at me.

I agreed. After all, I was already getting wet just thinking about the contract.

"First: You address me as mistress at all times while we are at home. Do you understand?"

"Yes, got it," I answered.

She raised a brow.

"Yes, mistress," I answered, lowering my eyes.

"Well done, I like it already," Jess beamed.

"Second: I decide when and how and how often you cum. You surrender all control over your orgasms to me. You are forbidden from masturbating at all, and failing to do so will result in harsh punishment."

I gulped. I had never tried orgasm denial, but it seemed like a valid point. If I was to surrender myself to my girlfriend, my orgasms would be part of that too. And besides, judging by the little bit of teasing this morning, this might actually be fun.

"Just promise me you won't keep me on edge for weeks on end, please?" I pleaded, before quickly adding, "mistress."

Jessica thought for a moment, and finally said, "We don't need to add that to the contract. You will just have to trust me to keep you in fair conditions. And I can promise you that I will not demand something of you that you cannot keep."

Feeling reassured, I nodded.

"I need to hear you say it," she taunted.

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. On to the next point. Third: You keep your body in acceptable condition. You will shave regularly, eat healthy and exercise. This should not be a problem for you; you already do all of that, but I thought I'd add it anyway."

"Yes, mistress," I simply answered.

"Fourth: You will sleep naked. I will allow no clothes during nighttime, and your outfits are prepared by me."

"Yes, mistress. But, can I add something to that?" I asked.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"How about..." I hesitated. Was this too much? "How about I should be naked all the time? After all, a slave has no need for clothes at home." I lowered my head in shame, knowing what that might mean for me, but my damp panties were a testament as to how much the prospect excited me.

Jessica smiled. "Wow, how did I not think about this? I'll gladly add that. You will undress immediately as soon as you enter our apartment, and only dress immediately before leaving. Other than that, I expect you naked at all times, unless I permit you to wear clothes explicitly."

"Yes, mistress. That sounds good."

"Great, let's go over to your chores."

We spent another hour negotiating the contract. We spoke about my duties as a slave, that I was to fall to greet Jess on my knees with my head to the floor when she got home. Or that most of the household chores would fall to me, unless explicitly told otherwise. We spoke about acceptable punishments. From orgasm denial to slapping and spanking, bondage or whipping, so long as none of those left any permanent marks or injuries.

I agreed to all of it, even adding to some points.

"Finally, the last point, and, dare I say, the most important one," Jessica said. "You agree that you signed this contract of your own free will. Once signed, it is binding and can only be revoked, appended or changed by me, your mistress."

By now, my panties were soaked, I was breathing heavily and my lust was on another level. I wanted this to be over and finally sign.

"Yes, mistress!" I called out.

Jess smiled, and pressed a button. I heard the printer in her room turn on and start printing.

Jess practically ran over, impatiently waiting for the printer to finish, before rushing back. The contract we had negotiated was ready for my signature.

She handed me a pen, and I prepared mentally to sign my life away to my oldest and best friend, my lover, girlfriend, and now, mistress.

With shaky hands I signed. And so did Jess. When she was finished, she leant back and watched me intently.

"Have we not forgotten something?" she asked, suddenly in a very serious voice.

"I am not sure. What do you mean? Mistress," I quickly added.

"Well, you look a little overdressed for my taste, slave," she said.

I chastised myself. Of course, how could I have forgotten already? I rushed to my room to undress, but Jess stopped me with a snap of her fingers.

"Where do you think you are going? You will strip here." She pointed to the ground right in front of her.

I blushed. The sweet humiliation I craved was already overwhelming me.

I returned to her, and started to quickly take off my clothes, but again she interrupted me.

"Don't hurry. Take your time. Do a show for me." A wicked smile spread on her face. She was way too good at this.

I simply said, "As you wish, mistress," and went on to slowly peel my clothing away. I was never a good dancer, but I did my best to swing my hips and try to make it as erotic as possible. So far, she seemed to approve.

When I was down to my panties with a very visible wet spot, Jessica started to lick her lips in anticipation. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, teasing several times to pull them down, only to bend over, presenting my ass and pussy to her, as I pulled them off and stepped out of them.

My mistress gave a small clap and ordered me to kneel before her.

"Now, do you want to say something?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress. I am sorry that I did not undress immediately, as stated in the contract." My eyes were locked on the floor in shame.

"For now, I will accept your apology. But should this happen again, I will punish you," she said in a strict voice. I don't know what excited me more: the fact that I was kneeling naked in front of my mistress, or the prospect of being punished. I almost wanted to tempt fate.

"Pick up your panties and give them to me," she ordered. Staying on my knees, I picked them up and handed them to her.

"Not like that. Use your mouth, pet!" she said, furious. She took the panties, and threw them across the room, where they landed on the floor.

"Go, do it again!"

I was about to get up, when a strict "No" made me stop in my tracks.

"Stay on your knees, pet," she commanded, pointing down. I dropped to my knees and shuffled on all fours across the room to my panties, no doubt giving her a wonderful view of my butt, and my swaying tits hanging below me.

I leant down and picked up the panties with my teeth, before returning on all fours to Jess' side. Her hungry eyes were devouring every inch of me, and the stare made me tremble with arousal.

"Well done, I already love how obedient you are," she said, patting me on the head. I was waiting for her to take the dripping panties from my mouth, but she made no move to do so. Instead, she pulled out her phone and, to my shock, snapped a picture of me kneeling naked with my panties between my teeth.

"Oh, you look gorgeous," she said, showing me the degrading picture with my shocked expression. By now, my pussy was leaking enough fluid that it ran down my thigh.

"I might just get that printed and hang it in my room," she joked. At least I hoped she was joking. But just the idea of her holding on to that picture was almost enough to send me over the edge.

"Well, I have made arrangements for the afternoon. Don't bother asking, I won't tell you what or with whom. In the meantime, I want you to clean this place. Bring it into a state where you can eat off the floor. Who knows, perhaps you will need to," she said and laughed.

I was surprised. I had not expected her to leave, at least not today, and definitely not now. My pussy was aching, longing for release, and she just expected me to stay here and clean up?

"I don't think I need to tell you that you should stay naked until I return. Oh, and don't drop these," she added, before taking my panties out of my mouth, running them through my exposed slit, and shoving them back into my mouth, this time even more wet and completely behind my teeth.

"Good girl," she said before getting up and leaving, locking the door shut from the outside. All I was left with was the breeze of the closing door on my naked skin, the mild ache of my knees, as I was still on all fours, and the taste of my own arousal in my mouth.