Description, Conditions & Limitations
1) Alain Danvers will act as behavioral guide and disciplinarian to Meredith Shaw, commanding full power to direct and punish M. Shaw in order to mold her behavior.
2) Alain Danvers is granted full physical access to Meredith Shaw for any sexual relief so desired. M. is obliged to surrender in all sexual circumstances without hesitation and without the expectation of receiving sexual pleasure in return.
3) Forms of corporeal punishment permissible, include hand spanking, the use of paddles, canes, floggers, whips and other such implements of correction. Bondage, cuffing, collaring gagging and caging may also be used at Alain Danvers discretion.
4) No permanent damage to the physical body will result from any punishment. Any marking that may reasonably remain following a punishment session would be expected to heal within a week's time.
5) Meredith Shaw will not be required to do anything that is illegal under current law; nor will M. Shaw's personal reputation be jeopardized as a result of this arrangement.
Terms
1) The undersigned commit to this agreement for a period of six months, commencing on the date on which this contract is signed and witnessed.
2) Once the six month term expires, this contract may be extended, renegotiated or amended upon agreement of both parties.
3) Meredith Shaw retains the right to rescind consent and nullify this contract at any time. Regarding such a decision, M Shaw will contact Alain Danvers in a timely and reasonable manner to state any concern or decision made regarding this agreement that varies from its intent. Should this contract be nullified before its term has expired, all aspects of the relationship described herein, including all personal, sexual and professional aspects, will be immediately severed between the two parties.
4) In signing this document, Meredith Shaw and Alain Danvers fully commit to the terms outlined. Both understand that this is not a trial or a test. Each agrees to have seriously considered how such an agreement will impact their lives, and without reservation intends to proceed in order to realize the pleasures and the benefits to be gained.
5) At no time, will either party divulge to any other individual the existence of this contract or the nature of the relationship described herein, except to those individuals who witness the signing of this contract.
__________________________ Meredith Shaw Date:
_________________________ Alain Danvers Date:
"Oh my…" she quietly gasped on completing her reading. Her heart was thumping so rapidly that she could hardly catch her breath. A fact that Alain could plainly see. Never had he been so impressed by the level of passion fueling a potential submissive's desire for enslavement. It was difficult to keep from hauling Miss Shaw back to his house and using her delectable body in every way imaginable. That would happen soon, but not tonight.
"If you need to think this over—" he started.
"No, no, I need no time at all." She reached into her purse for a pen.
"Wait on that," he laid his hand gently over hers. His touch made her entire body quicken. "We'll want witnesses. I have a friend, I've chosen. You can do the same, preferably someone that you implicitly trust with this knowledge."
"Ana? Would she do?"
"Ana would be ideal. I'll set up a meeting for tomorrow night at the X-Club. Until then, you worry this decision over. I will not take kindly to your backing down once this agreement is signed, or exercising the right I've given you to unilaterally walk away. I include that only because, you must appreciate that this is done of your own free will. The agreement stands or fails based on your commitment. I can't enforce your compliance, your slavery, but I only deal with women who are serious about what they desire. It's been some years since I entered into a relationship like this and I'd rather it stick than fail. Your dedication needs to be strong, even when you feel yourself wavering. Your fears are something to talk about not run from."
"Oh, but I won't waver, I won't run!"
"Hush, Miss Shaw. Please. You think this through. Remember, there is nothing wrong with saying that you're simply not ready."
"I could never say that, sir. I promise you, I am ready." She could pledge herself so glibly, but Alain new that these daring acts were such a gamble. Was he a fool to even think this would work? At the moment, he felt more like an addled schoolboy than he had in years, and he dearly hoped his private amusement didn't show.
***
What led to the first skirmish between these two unlikely lovers was probably apropos; their relationship began at the office, and it was one of Meredith Shaw's nervous faux pas at work that ignited the smoldering fires in them both. Alain was working late on a new case that had landed on his desk that day, when the new file clerk from records appeared at his door and abruptly stopped on seeing him pouring over the evidence file on his desk. The lovely brunette Meredith Shaw honestly didn't know he'd be there. In fact, she had intended to slip the missing files on his desk as if they'd been delivered by a thief giving back what he'd just snatched. Now with Alain still hard at work, she couldn't be that shrewd.
She held her breath waiting for him to raise his head, then noted the look of surprise when he finally did.
"Miss Shaw?" "Sir?"
"Is there a reason why you're standing at my door?"
"Yes, sir. I-I heard you were looking for these…um…files." She walked forward and placed them on his desk, although before she could draw back her hand he had one wrist clutched inside his steely palm. They hadn't seen each other since the signing of the contract was completed in the presence of Mistress Ana and Janis Duncan at the X-Club two nights prior. It had been his plan to initiate their relationship at her apartment that night. But now she was so far inside his space it was impossible to stop what thundered through his anxious body.
He swiveled in his desk chair, while guiding the young woman so she was directly between his open thighs, his hand still tightly grasping her wrist.
"I thought that your working in Records would place less stress on you."
She smiled weakly, chagrinned. "I'm
so
nervous."
"I can see."
"I'm sorry to let you down. I really don't know what happened to those files on the gallery theft, but it won't happen again." She looked down at the Captain – her master – gulping back her threatening tears, while feeling her entire body shiver as he conveyed the authority, the calm, the good judgment she so longed to experience from a man. "No, it
won't
happen again, or I'll have no choice but to let you go."
"Please, sir, I can't lose this job!"
"Then you know what you have to do." He waited for her response and when there was none, he added, "Maybe now's the time to properly deal with your recent mistakes. Perhaps, getting punished will work where lectures failed?"
She blinked and bit her lower lip, every nerve in her was on fire, as Alain let go of her hand, rose from his chair and directed his quivering submissive to the far side of his desk. He closed and locked his office door, pulled the blinds and moved to a nearby cabinet from which he withdrew a three inch wide spanking paddle and a bamboo cane.
"The paddle's to warm your ass. The cane's to up the pain. Bend over, Miss Shaw."
The electricity in the air attacked her body, giving her a vigorous shock. She was so frightened that she could barely move, but she did manage to bend over the desk and rest her torso on her arms. From the corner of her eye, she watched her master lay the tools down beside her, then remove his coat and roll the sleeves of his starched white shirt to the elbow. Why this image had such a daunting effect on a submissive, she couldn't explain, but they both understood the power of an act that was almost a cliché in the Dominant / submissive mindset.
"The paddle's to warm your ass. The cane's to up the pain."
The words moved through her mind another trigger for her astonishing arousal. Never.
Never
had it been like this… Every other scene with a would-be Dom paled in comparison to this. Her shudder deepened as she watched him pick up the leather paddle, and then again as he moved around behind her and carefully lifted her skirt. As he reached for the band of her nylon panties, she emitted a small groan. Every excruciating second ticked by in slow motion, drawn to a finely turned edge before the next began. So nervous, so aroused, she was about to spontaneously come. However, her feelings promptly changed. After he drew the nylon over her bottom and down to the top of her thighs, he positioned himself for the best angle, and SMACK!
She lunged forward, gasping from the sudden and brutal sting.
Again and again, the surface of her bare ass took the repeated blows from the not-somild leather. This was hardly warming up; she was hot from the start, punished, rebuked and reprimanded for a string of mistakes, missteps and thoughtless blunders she'd committed over the last year, as if the collective disapproval of Captain Danvers and his staff was finally being realized in this one punitive expression.
She hung on, cringing desperately, vowing that she wouldn't cry out no matter what. A prudent decision on her part – in the past Alain was known to gag a distraught sub who showed no inclination to contain her emotions.
When he finally paused, it was long enough for Meredith to feel a sudden, surging heat spread throughout her lower regions. Then when he started in again, he aimed for her upper thighs and moved even lower, where the skin could barely take the punishing blows. He retreated briefly to her reddened ass end, then returned to her thighs, and went back and forth until a string of muffled moans escaped her lips and her tortured behind tried to elude another swat.
She slumped miserably against the desk and he was forced to stop.
"Pull yourself back upright, young lady!" he crisply ordered.
She struggled with the command, but was then rewarded for her efforts with the palm of his large hand covering one ass cheek. He gently squeezed. It was all she could do not to wriggle against the sweetness of that tender caress. He held her at the ass and the shoulder as if he were laying claim to her body and soul, a declaration more lucid than any contract she would ever sign.
"If ever there was a woman who needed a firm hand to guide them, it is you, Meredith."
Oh, dear! She never remembered him calling her anything but Miss Shaw.
"And you have much to atone for."
He backed away leaving the imprint of his virile energy crawling through her aroused body.
"And not a sound," he warned tersely, as he plucked the cane from his desk.
She cringed but she didn't utter a word, while pouring every ounce of determination into bearing the pain she knew would follow. Never had it been more clear to her that this
strict discipline was exactly what her life had been missing, and that Alain Danvers was the perfect man to effectively deliver that discipline
Directly across her two smoldering ass cheeks, Alain laid the first angry cut of the bamboo cane. He felt every one ripple through his nerves as it laid a dark red welt through the deep pink blush of Meredith Shaw's lovely ass. One…two…three…four…five…six…
His cock was ravenous and his full power engaged for the final six cuts that made successive lines down her lower ass cheeks to the tender flesh of her upper thighs. As each one struck, he felt every nerve in Meredith's body seize up …seven… eight…nine… and heard her strain valiantly to muffle her response to the fierce pain; it wasn't easy… ten… eleven… twelve.
Done at last, he laid the cane back on his desk next to the paddle, then moved in close behind her, reaching in-between her thighs with one hand and embracing her with his other arm.
"Feet apart," he ordered, to give himself greater access to the wet treasure of her sex. Wet, indeed! A deluge of fragrant juices escaped her vagina and covered his hand. Her body seized up as he toyed with the molten valley, as she moaned, reaching her orgasm almost from the very first touch. Two at fingers first, then three slipped into the clenching cavern while he listened for her responding gasp. Then he used his fingers like a cock, bringing her to one, then another, then another climax. Three times she shuddered against him, almost crying, and certainly too overcome to know exactly what was happening. As her plight deepened in intensity, he pulled in directly behind her ass, and setting his organ free, plunged into the steamy cunt, letting her spasming muscles work him to the finish.
His erection surged on, pounding her forcefully, then at the moment he came, he clutched her punished cheeks in his hands and let go with groans that came from deep in his gut.
The two remained fused for sometime after the last of their spasms died away. His hard-on receded and they caught their breath. Then awakening from his sexual stupor, he kissed the back of her neck and her mass of unruly hair and behind her ear, where his tongue lovingly probed.
He hadn't felt like this in years. So alive. So powerful. So in charge. This woman now owned, surrendered, his to mold as he desired.
When they finally broke apart, Meredith dropped to her knees between his legs without being told, and cleaned his organ with her mouth, laving it lovingly until he carefully pushed her back.
"It's good there are some things you don't have to be told," he said kindly.
"I pleased you?" she gazed up in awe.
"Enough for one night, yes."
By the time Meredith was on her feet, his cock was back inside his pants and he sat behind his desk looking as calm as he had when she first entered the office.