The Contract - The Signing

A beautiful blonde with and enticing proposition enters his office

Read The Plan a short introduction to The Contract

I have had several requests from subscribers to write a story where the central character is a submissive man. This first episode was originally published asking for suggestions as to what might happen to Alan, the submissive man in question. It has now been revised and extended.

“There’s someone here to see you, Mr. Johnson. A woman.”

“It’s a bit late. What does she want?”

“Your wife asked me to call.”

She stood in the doorway. Tall, blonde hair, late twenties, he guessed, but looked more mature in a tight black, knee-length skirt, matching jacket and a white blouse. Glancing down he noted black high heels and dark, impossibly sheer stockings, Oh God please let them be stockings. Was that the outline of a suspender belt he could see in the material of her skirt?

“You may go, Amanda,” she said.

His secretary flashed a look at him and he nodded. “It’s OK, you get off home.”

The woman, and she was definitely a woman and not a girl, stepped forward and stood in front of his desk.

“Is it not customary for a gentleman to stand when a lady enters the room?” She looked down at him.

He was probably nearly twice her age but something about her made him rise from his chair. “Sorry,” he said. “Alan Johnson, and you are? He offered her his hand.

She did not move for a beat and then held out a heavyweight envelope. Her crimson nails stood out against the cream surface. “Read this.”

He sat back down and pulled a single-page document from the envelope. The woman sat in the chair in front of his desk. She crossed her legs with the tantalizing hiss of nylon on nylon.

The room was silent. He looked up. “My wife has gifted you my cock. You mean you are here to fuck me.”

“No,” the woman stared at him. “You are supposed to be a lawyer. Read it more carefully. She has transferred control of your cock and anything attached to it, meaning your body, to me.”

“She can’t do that.”

“Legally, no. But, have you not been asking her to be more of a Mistress during sex; to restrain you, discipline you, treat you like a naughty boy?”

“She’s been talking to you about our sex life.”

“We are old friends.”

“She never mentioned you.” His wife was fifteen years younger than him but the term, old friends, seemed out of place.

The woman leaned forward. “She wishes you to be content but is not an experienced dominatrix - I am. She has asked me to teach her. To do that I need total control of your cock. I will dictate what you do with it, what acts you may perform and when you will come. If you disobey me you will be physically disciplined.” She sat back in the chair. “ She has signed the contract, it now simply requires your signature.”

She stood up, straightened her skirt and then leaned forward, her palms flat on the surface of his desk. For a moment he was transfixed by the soft valley between the two swellings of flesh revealed by the open neck of her blouse. His hand picked up his pen and he rolled it between his fingers.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer,” she said. “If you choose not to sign, I will turn and walk out. If you do, you will be handing total control over to me.” She stood back.

“But…”

She held up her hand. “There will be no further questions. Read the document. I will wait for a maximum of ten minutes. Then either sign it or choose not to, it is immaterial to me, it is in response to your request.”

He looked down at the sheet of paper in front of him. His eyes read the words but his mind seemed overwhelmed by them. Like a hungry man offered a sumptuous meal he did not know where to start.

Glancing up at the slim blonde in front of him he felt his cock twitch. The document stated that she could use it in any way she wanted. Would that mean she would take it into her? If she was bait, she was certainly the right sort. How severe a mistress could she be?

He signed.

The woman took the signed contract, glanced at the signature, folded it neatly and placed it back in the envelope before sliding it into her bag.

Alan felt the stare of her blue eyes on him. “Stand,” she said. “In future you will assume one of two positions in front of me unless I command otherwise, either standing or kneeling.”

He nodded and stood up.

“The correct response is, yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said fighting back a smile.

“Strip.”

He glanced at the door in a moment of panic. He had been working late so maybe the office was now empty - but what if one of the cleaners walked in? What time did they start? He was not sure.

He hastily began to remove his clothes.

“Stop,” she said. “When I tell you to strip you will neatly fold and place your discarded clothes to one side. In this case on the chair.”

It seemed to take an age to do as she instructed until, for the first time, he stood naked in his office. The woman walked around him as if inspecting a horse she had bought. His cock twitched as she stood in front of him. He could smell her light perfume and her sweet breath on his face as she leaned close.

His cock had started to fill but the surroundings and the idea that the cleaners might appear at any moment were stifling his excitement.

She glanced down. “I want to see what I am now in charge of. That really isn’t much, is it? I want to see it hard.”

The idea that she could quickly make it rise flashed into his mind but he simply said, “Yes, Mistress.”

She stepped back, “So.”

His hand dropped onto his cock and encircled it. Did she really expect him to masturbate in his office?

He looked at her, the swellings of her breasts beneath the jacket. She turned and walked towards the chair in front of his desk. She had a gorgeous, pert behind which the skirt clung to like a second skin. His hand began to move. She sat down in the chair, her eyes fixed on him and crossed her legs. The stockings hissed and her skirt rode up a few inches.

Images flashed through his mind and his hand moved quicker. His cock responded to the sights and his thoughts and hardened into an erect shaft of flesh.

The Mistress half smiled. “Stop,” she said, “hands by your sides.”

She uncoiled from the chair and stood in front of him, so close that the tip of his erection, its head glistening with a bead of liquid, almost brushed her skirt.

He shivered as her finger brushed across the tip of his cock sweeping up the droplet. She held the finger up to his mouth. “Lick,” she said.

He extended his tongue.

“That is mine,” she said. “Your erection is mine, your come is mine, your balls are mine. You will not touch your cock, apart from to piss unless I give you permission. You will not jerk off unless I tell you to, you will not fuck anyone, including your wife, unless I instruct you to and then you will not come until I say. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You will not speak unless spoken to. In exceptional circumstances, you will be allowed to ask permission to speak. If no command has been given you will assume the kneeling position and await instruction. The slightest misdemeanour on your part will result in punishment. To ensure discipline the punishment will be physical and painful. You may also be restrained. You have consented to all of this when you signed the contract. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. You will now take that erection home to your wife. When you enter your house you will immediately strip. On the hall table, you will find a blue pill from your medicine cabinet, a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. You will take the pill and put the blindfold on, secure the handcuffs with your hands behind your back and then kneel on the hall floor. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will obey any female voice you hear as if she was me.

She turned and walked out of his office. He stood there for several seconds before grabbing his clothes and dressing.

In the car park, the woman took her phone out of her handbag. "Stephanie, it’s Dianna.”

“Did he sign?”

“Oh yes. He’s on his way home now with strict instructions to serve you.” She heard voices in the background. “Are the girls there?”

“Yes, all fired up and ready to go.”

“Now remember, don’t go mad. No wax play or heels in his balls, in fact, no pain at all. This is about getting him hooked on being used, so a bit of humiliation is fine. You are definitely going to be on top tonight. Have fun.” She hung up.

Find out what happens when Alan arrives home in The First Delivery.

The Contract - First Delivery

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