Cristiana recalled the video well, remembering how scintillating both the actors were in their role. The feeling of power that goddess must of had felt over that poor little man. It was an absolutely delicious video, one which her hard-working fingers had been so sore after such a workout between her legs. Of course, Saul didn't have to know that fact. She was a good Catholic girl, all he needed to know is that she watched a video like that once and forgot about it, not that she had favorited it in her browser.
Sighing deeply, she turned to her boyfriend, “Anyways, why did you need to know that?” He sure had been insistent in his demands before shutting up rather suddenly.
“N-no reason Mistress Cris...” His head bowed.
She giggled, as Saul could be a pretty funny guy sometimes, “Okay okay... So I watched some kinky stuff one time. Sue me.”
His cowering head failed to move though, as his wide-eyes remained and demanded forgiveness.
“Oh...” A grin came over her face, “Are you saying you enjoy that stuff?”
He weakly nodded, “I am a mere speck in your existence Mistress...”
She giggled again, as this acting just tickled her in all the right places, “Alright Slave... Why don't you...” She looked around for ideas, “... Lick my socks like the...” She paused for the right word, “..worm you are?”
The former man turned worm fell to his knees. There was no complaint from her boyfriend as he seemingly was elated to stick the sock-covered big right toe. She waited until his joke stopped. He didn't stop sucking though.
“Uh okay okay bud... You are a dedicated man and I release you from your... kinky duties...” She laughed again, but it was more of an awkward laugh, hoping he would go back to his cute, nervous self. But he knelt there, staring intently at her feet.
“Saul... Say something please... This isn't funny anymore. Joke's over.” Her smile started to fade.
“I-I don't know what to say Mistress...”
She threw her hands over her head, “Well stop calling me Mistress!”
“S-sorry I meant Goddess! You are my everything!” His cries were sincere and desperate.
“Look Saul...” She tried to remain calm, “In five seconds you are going to drop this shit, and stand up okay? It was cute but now you are creeping me out...”
A look of fear washed over his face and he shook, “B-but I-I-I can't! The contract!” He managed to blurt out with his quivering lips.
“What are you talking about?”
He slowly raised to his feet and walked in a zombie-esque fashion towards the kitchen, “Permission to go into your purse Goddess?”
“Whatever...” Cristiana was done with this schtick, and probably with this relationship if he pulled this on a day where she was feeling this shitty.
Reaching into her purse, he pulled out a small wooden box, much in the shape of a glasses-case, and he quickly scurried to hand the box to her. She scoffed, “What the hell is this nonsense...”
Opening it, the well-carved wooden box had a rolled up piece of paper, nice paper at that. She sighed as she opened it, not knowing what to expect.
By signing this contract, Võ “Saul” Sau, pledges his body and mind to Mistress Cris. She fought the desire of a sexual shudder going down her spine as she read the first sentence.
“What the hell is this Saul? You went to this much trouble to prove I like this stuff?” She ripped the contract in half, confident that this was over.
Instead of ending this silly game though, he merely picked up the bottom half and pointed at the clause near the bottom.
This contract may not be voided for any reason. Damage to the contract in any way, does not unbind the signature's bondage.
“Okay!” Cristiana had it up to here with this bitch attitude, “You want to play? Lets play!” She then kicked Saul straight in the balls, no holding back.
Of course, he fell to the floor like a crumbling house of cards, hands in his crotch, silently crying out in pain.
She just squatted down, feeling this was the end, “What do we say Saul?”
He grunted, “Thank you goddess...”
Sighing, she rubbed her eyes, “You really are my slave right now aren't you?”
“Yes.”
“And you will do everything I say?”
“Yes.”
“No matter how insane it is?”
“Yes.”
“Eat my sock...” She said, pulling the black sweaty thing off and throwing it casually his way.
Instantly, he shoved the thing into his open maw and started to tear and rip at the gross thing. Cristiana just stared as the shell of the man had swallowed two bites of ripped sock before she held her hand out, “Wow... um...” She felt the erotic tingle back in her body. Joke or not, she now controlled this boy and she liked it... a lot!
She bit her finger, thoughts racing at the possibilities she now had access to, “You know...” She paused in pure delight, “Slave. Pathetic little slave. Now that I know you are apparently not my boyfriend but my little servant. I think I can tell you of all the videos I love to watch.” She ran her fingers through the kneeling slave's hair and chuckled, “Humiliation videos, bondage, dominatrix, even financial domination. I am going to have fun with you now, and I think its time to show what my mind can think up!”
Tue Oct 27 06:41:13 2015
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