"Sir?" she asked softly, her eyes on the floor.
He flicked his eyes away from the morning paper, and down the weekend slave kneeling before him. As was the custom for the weekend "play time" they shared, the buxom young brunette was nude. All she wore were the scrunchies in her hair (to give her the pigtails he liked so much), the makeup on her face (still smeared from the early morning throat-fucking), and the polish on her nails.
"May I ask you something?" she asked.
"Veronica, my precious little piggy," he said with a wry half-cocked grin, "you may ask your question."
"Our weekends are so... special, Sir," she began. "They keep me going all week. I was just hoping that we..."
"Yes, pet?"
"Sir, I want to be your slave. All the time."
"Oh," he said, as if surprised. "Is that so."
"Please, sir," she whined, and insolently gave his foot a kiss. "The way you treat me, the way you..."
"Go on, piggy. Say it." He liked her to vocalize, to put into words her shameful desires.
"I like the way to humiliate me, Sir. The way you punish me. No one has ever gotten me off the way you do, but it's more than that, Sir, I swear it. I want to make you happy, and I know I can. I want to be yours."
"You want to be my slave... all the time," he echoed.
"Please, sir. I'll make you so happy."
He grunted, and scratched his chin.
"Maybe."
She looked crestfallen. Her pretty green eyes sunk to the floor again, and her pert, slightly swollen lips began to puff out into a pout.
"Am I not good enough?" Veronica had been a novice to kinky sex three months ago, and now she was an addict. But her lack of experience made her self-conscious about her performance, something he liked to play upon.
"Frankly, I don't know if you are." He wanted to chuckle, but held it in.
"I'll do anything you say, Sir!"
Like she always did.
"Being my slave isn't just about following directions, pet," he said kindly, as if letting her down gently. "If you are my slave, it means you devote yourself to me body and soul, and put yourself second. Can you truly do that? Can you put your own needs aside and focus on what I want and need?"
She nodded her head furiously. "I know I can. I want to."
He got up quickly and left the room. She tagged along, crawling behind him. His weekend rules included her not standing unless ordered to do so – she was his little piggy, and should act as such.
In the study, he was taking out a notebook and a ball point pen. He set them on the floor in front of her.
"Write it out for me."
"What, Sir?"
"If you want to devote yourself to me, write it all out. I want a slave contract, and a declaration of your devotion. You will specifically sign over your rights to me... don't look at me like that. This doesn't need to be a binding legal document. I just want you to go into as much detail as possible, and then sign and date it."
"Ok," she said, still unsure.
He knelt down and grabbed her chin, yanking her face until she looked hik in the eye.
"This is your chance to convince me, whore," he said to her. "Write something that will convince me how sincere you are about this. After I read it, I'll decide what to do next."
He let her go and shut the door behind him without another word.
While he waited, Ethan Douglas enjoyed a quiet Sunday afternoon. He put some music on the stereo, put on a hockey game with the sound on MUTE, and had a beer with his lunch. He spoke to some friends on the phone, and lost track of time.
Ethan was a large, broad shoulder man. Six feet tall, over two hundred pounds, he was big in every way. He had a strong jaw, and an intense look in his ocean blue eyes. He was by no means a piece of beefcake or a handsome specimen, but he did exude a unique aura that appealed to a certain type of woman.
Women like Veronica, who wasn't the first or the best, but was proving to be more fun by the week.
Veronica was a quiet young woman, almost mousy. She wore a little two much weight around her hips and belly, and she knew it. But she did have a nice ass, strong, shapely legs, and a pretty face. Beneath her clerk glasses, and under that pinned-back hair, Ethan had seen potential in her when they met. She felt his gaze, and had instantly blushed at the attention. With that, it had been a hop skip and a jump to her learning how to throat him, and licking a man's ass for the first time.
Mousy Veronica's experience had been very limited. She had only had sex with three men, and had only put a penis in her mouth on one occasion.
Ethan had opened her up to a whole new world.
He tapped into her submissive streak, and found delicious new fetishes hidden deeper down. He slowly introduced more and more abuse and humiliation into their sex play, leading her gradually to their current point.
"Sir?" Veronica mumbled as she crawled into the room. She had a few sheets of paper in her mouth, and crawled over to his feet.
He took the pages from her mouth and sat down. Absently, he took out his cock and spread his legs.
"I'll read this, while you suck me."
She put her hands behind her back, and took his cock head between her puffy lips. He put one hand on the back of her head and rammed his meat deep into her throat, making her cough. She took over, gagging and slobbering as she throated him, plunging her face down onto his thick member over and over again. He sighed, and turned the page.
"Well," he commented.
She pulled her mouth off of his cock and rasped. "What, Sir?"
