Her heart pounded, her blood rushed through her body, and she couldn’t think clearly. She realized this, but such knowledge did little to help her remedy the problem as she tugged on her straps. The machine kept sucking the milk from her ducts. He had turned her into a cow, a bovine slave to be used. The dildo kept working too, teasing her clit and stretching her out for the moment when he took her.
He reached down and spanked her. Harder this time, the blow left her butt stinging. The combination of sensations got her even wetter.
“Please,” she said. “Please don’t make me.”
“I’m not making you do anything,” he said and placed the document along with a pen beneath her fingers. She could pick up the implement and scribble her name. She could sign herself over to him completely.
She really would be chattel.
All weekend, she had consoled herself that she had volunteered for this. The reality of her choice sank in because he had never intended to let her go. He wanted to enslave her, to keep her collared and caged and ready to be used as his personal sex toy.
Clara felt him caress her butt. That pushed her over the edge. It felt so good, so impossibly good. On instinct, she grabbed the pen and marked up the series of lines denoting her name.
There.
She had done it.
Clara dropped the pen, realizing what she had done.
“No, wait, I need to think about this,” she said. At the same time, the tubes went hollow because she had been completely milked. Until she grazed and rested again, she wouldn’t have any more milk.
He took up the contract in one hand while unclasping her straps with the other. The second she was freed, she tried to jump up and snatch the contract from his grasp. He held it up, out of her reach as she hopped pathetically, trying to grab it.
“Nope. On your knees,” he ordered.
If she resisted, he would simply shock her. And continuing to grab at the contract only made her look even more pathetic. Feeling hollow, Clara dropped down to her knees. “Hands behind your back,” said Eric with a victorious grin. She tried to think of something cutting and scathing to say. She wanted some declaration to mar his triumph, yet nothing came to mind, so she glared at him.
She might as well have surrendered right then.
While she watched, Eric took the papers back to the cabinet. He opened one door to reveal a safe. He circled in the combination, opened it, shoved the paperwork inside, and shut it again. He let the dial spin. “It’s funny to think this all started with some documents. Now it ends the same way.”
“I’ll get them.”
“You really think so?” he asked. “Well, you’re free to try, but right now, you will obey every command I give. Understand?”
In spite of herself, Clara lowered her gaze to her feet, “Yes, Master.” She practically growled those two words, but they were enough for her now legal owner. Eric pulled off his clothes and tossed them aside.
When she dared glance up again, she found him naked, standing before her like some lord of creation. Clara couldn’t think of anything to say, especially when her gaze fell on his stiffened cock. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Nothing she could do would change that solid fact.
“I want to feel your mouth on me. Right now.”
Clara didn’t argue. She moved closer to him with her hands behind her back. She kissed the tip of her head and let go of everything else.
It should have been difficult. Thoughts of work or everything she lost with that signature should have made it impossible to concentrate. Instead, all of her focus went to pleasing this man. He had given her an order, so she had to comply. It felt natural, like breathing. She forgot about how he had collared her and could punish her. She remained there on her knees because that was where she belonged.
She licked the tip of his penis, then his shaft. She kissed and probed, flicking her tongue out until the tip dripped with his excitement. She then straightened her back and took him into her mouth. She ran her lips along him.
Clara moved slowly, sensually. She wanted this to be everything he demanded, lest he punish her. Or maybe she just wanted to do as he commanded because he wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple blowjob. Without thinking about it, Clara knew he would want to be inside of her.
He craved that sort of possession, so she surrendered her mouth.
Before he could come, Eric ordered, “Stop.”
At once, she pulled back. The taste of his pre-come danced on her taste buds. “On the bed. On your hands and knees. Face the wall,” Eric ordered.
Clara clambered up onto the sheets. She assumed the position he instructed. She stared at the wall, nibbling her lower lip as she nervously waited for him. Within seconds, he climbed onto the bed as well, yet each of those moments stretched.
He was going to take her. He was going to have her and use her as his private plaything. Again, Clara searched for some flicker of regret. She tried to think about her paycheck and the pride that came from being an independent young woman, someone attractive who could wrap men around her little finger with a flirty word or impish smile.
Just as those memories coalesced, Eric grabbed her ass and thrust himself forward. He found her slit and slid right in. His cock filled her up. He found the raging heat at the core of her being. His shaft only made it burn with greater force until Clara had to clutch her eyes shut. She gripped the sheets in her fists.
“Who owns you?”
“You own me, Master,” she gasped to the dark of her eyelids. He was behind her. He had her and touched her. And now he would possess her completely.
As her breasts dangled and swung from side to side, Eric started to pump her. At first, he mimicked the machine’s rhythm. But then his artistry and creativity came into play. He worked her back and forth, powerful and unpredictable.
Eric took her like a force of nature. He bucked his hips as she bent forward, raising her haunches to give him the best access as possible. Against every protest she ever uttered, Clara couldn’t help but yearn for this. She craved it like air. Her body required him because he trained her that way.
He moved faster.
He pumped his cock inside of her, pounding her back and forth as he rocked his body. The grinding and friction made her gasp. The pleasure shut down her higher thoughts as everything dissipated into a stream of pleasure. Her mouth went dry. Her throat locked up, only she didn’t care. Clara became nothing but the feel of their bodies interlocked and interconnected.
He had her. He took her.
She started to come.
His orgasm exploded out in the same moment. She felt him fill her up as he blasted his load. Clara’s orgasm brightened into a supernova. Every corner of her nervous system experienced it. Her toes curled, her breath caught, and her heart thundered, quaking the pleasure throughout her body. Every inch of skin felt this.
Eric finished with her. He rolled off.
Rather than make her get back on the floor, he brought her close. He held her against his chest. Within seconds, she relaxed and savored the feel of his arms around her. It was another kind of bondage. Perhaps these shackles were more insidious because she liked them.
Eric held her and petted her. The seconds turned to minutes. Her skin cooled and she could feel the moisture along her flesh. Her sense returned to normal, but she didn’t question him. If he wanted to hold his new pet, then he could do it. It wasn’t Clara’s place to question her Master’s desires.
She belonged to him. In every way imaginable, he owned her.
As her head cleared, she savored the tickles of touch as his fingers ran down the length of her bare back. He held her. He had her close, and she had no chance of escape. He owned her now, and the thought traced a smile along her lips.
The End
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