Permanence

Robin's Rescue Part nine - Signed, Sealed and Marked

Day 30

Robin and I were alone in the house. I was dressed, she wasn't. After breakfast I told her to put a simple dress on and meet me in the dining room.

When she joined me she could see a stack of papers on the table.

"I assume you know what day this is," I said.

"Yes, Master. It is day 30. Our initial slave contact is ending."

"And what does that mean?" I asked neutrally.

"That either one of us can walk away today," her voice was barely above a whisper and her eyes had the shine of tears about to fall.

"And what is your wish?"

She slipped out of her chair onto her knees. "Please, Master, let me stay! I wish to serve you for as long as you will have me!" There was a touch of panic in her voice.

Because I have discovered I do have a capacity for being bastard sometimes, I let the silence hang. I enjoyed watching her muscles tense and her breathing grow ragged in the interim.

"I named you Robin as a sign of ownership and Robin you shall be." Yeah, I was being deliberately opaque...that bastard thing again.

"Master???" she looked up at me unsure of my meaning.

I just smiled. She leapt into my lap straight from her knees like an Olympic gymnast almost knocking over my chair and me with it. "Oh Master, thank you, thank you, thank you!" and smothered me in kisses.

"You are welcome...now back in your seat. We have things to discuss."

I reached for the pile of papers. First up was a new slave contract. I read it aloud as she followed along. This one was labelled Permanent Slave Contract in ominous bold face letters, but in fact contained an annual review clause. Nothing lasts forever, so it was wise. Most of the provisions were the same as before, except - and I pointed this out explicitly - was that I could make any modifications to her body I desired. I really had no extreme plans, but having this seem a bit ominous was a way of reinforcing her slave status. I also clearly stated she could be shared, ordered to make public displays etc. All of this she had already done, but I wanted it in writing. Of course things like kids, scat, animals and permanent damage were off limits.

There were also a provision where I would set up a fund in Robin's name so that should we ever part, she would have some financial support. Owning a slave was not enough. A responsible Master had to care for them no matter what. One of the other documents in the pile was a modest life insurance policy on me with her named as beneficiary.

When I finished all Robin asked was "May I have a pen, Master Finn?"

"Not yet. Assuming you wished to remain as my slave, I had some other things prepared."

I have a great friend in government service. Over the last few weeks, and with a bit of help from Beauty I had managed to have some proper documents drawn up. I still did not know Robin's dead name so Beauty helped complete documents for a name change. From that my government friend helped a lot. Robin would soon be spending a weekend at his cottage saying thank you. I was so grateful, it might even take a couple of weekends to repay her debt. After all the only currency slaves have is their body and their willingness to be used. Since his wife was bi, it would probably be a fun weekend for all. Anyway, name change in hand he was able to get her a new licence, her first passport ever and a Social Insurance Number with her new name. In other words she was now completely and legally Robin Finn Helot...helot being the ancient Spartan word for slave.

Like a Vegas dealer I dealt each document before her. As she looked them over her eyes widened. "How?"

"From everything you said this month I figured you would say yes. I wanted to be prepared. I wanted you legal. And I want to travel the world with you."

"Oh...Master!"

"Are you ready to take this step? Are you ready to give me your body, your freedom and rights, possibly even your soul?"

"Willingly, Master. I am your slave."

I gave her the pen. She chose to stand, strip off her dress and kneel before she signed the contracts. I leaned down and kissed her and then I signed the two copies as well.

"Get dressed. You have an appointment." She slipped back into one of the sleeveless tee shirt dresses I had bought on the first day with me and stepped into simple thong sandals.

"Dressed!" she said with a smile doing a twirl.

I cuffed her, wrists behind her back, and blindfolded her. I led her to the car and buckled her in taking a few moments to fondle her breasts, lift her skirt and play with her puss. A light tap on her things told her to keep her legs apart.

I did not speak on the drive to Anton's tattoo shop, and I could feel her anxiety growing deliciously.

This time I parked close to the door and led her in. Anton was waiting and we silently led her back to his workspace, though I think the smell of antiseptic was a clue for her. Uncuffing her I tersely ordered, "Strip!" The dress was fluttering to the floor in an instant. I removed her blindfold and she blinked staring up at the giant before her.

Today I wanted to permanently mark my ownership. Being of Irish heritage I had picked the letter F in an intricate Gaelic design in gold with black, red and blue highlights. I wanted it placed on her back from collar bone down to the middle of her back. It was large. To me it was a two way commitment - a life commitment. I also asked him to add a pair of nipple rings. Robin knew nothing of this, of course. She was a slave who had signed away her rights.

Still, Anton had her sign the appropriate waivers, but as before, Robin did not look.

"Kneel, Robin. There is no going back. You have signed away your rights and freedoms. This is your last chance. Even if you back out in a year from now, you will bear these marks for the rest of your life."

"I am yours, Master. I am ready."

"Remember your promise to serve Mr. Anton like the slut you are."

Looking up at the bald giant Robin smiled and replied "Willingly, Master. Mr. Anton I am yours."

Anton told me the whole process would take about four hours, so I left.

Tonight I would celebrate our renewal of our Master/Slave relationship with a dinner in the private dining room of an elegant restaurant. Our guests would be Beauty, Pauline and Judy, my government friend and his wife. I went to Pauline's store to pick up special dress for my slave and to confirm arrangements for the evening.

Anton knew he would have Robin for several hours. Switching on pumping industrial tech music, he crouched behind her and hooked her wrist cuffs behind her back. He was horny and he wanted this tiny little cum dump. He had lots of girls coming for jewelry or ink offer themselves to him. Some even wanted to play submissive and he had fun. But this was his first real 24/7 slave.

He decided that he would not speak, just use her, ink her and use her again as he felt like it. Stepping in front for her he pulled down his sweat pants and rubbed his cock all over her face getting it hard. He placed it on her lips and she obediently opened her mouth and started to lick his tip and shaft. He slid his cock slowly into her mouth and then holding her head, kept pressing all the way into her throat. Robin only made the slightest of sounds but neither gagged nor pulled back. He stood there for half a minute at least cutting off her airways. She was determined not to fight this. Master Finn had given her to Anton for the day. Serving him was obedience to her master...and it was a new experience in submissiveness. At last he withdrew, but she followed him kissing his tip and licking even as she gulped some air, then he slid in again.

Anton held his cock in her throat to dominate, not for sexual pleasure. He wanted to silently define their relationship for the day. Somewhat to his surprise, Robin offered no resistance. It annoyed him just slightly so he pushed her face down, ass up and slid his cock into her pussy hard and fast for a minute or so, then he pulled her back up on her knees and slid his cock slowly back into her mouth making her clean her own juices off him. She went to work earnestly, cleaning and stimulating and looking into his eyes.This was no party girl playing at submission. This was a real slave! The completeness of her servitude triggered something in him. All he wanted was to fuck her face...no blowjob, no sensuality, no play. He wanted to force his cock on her and forcefully take his pleasure on this cum slut. He held her head in both hands and started to fuck her mouth and throat with vigour, harder and faster until he pulled her face all the way down to his pubic bone and emptied his balls into her throat.

Ss he pulled out her chest heaved sucking in much needed air

only slowing to gasp, "Thank you, Master Anton. I am yours to use as you wish."

Once recovered he restored his clothing and pushed the naked girl face down on his couch and went to work. The art on the Gaelic "F" was intricate and multicoloured. It would take several hours today and probably require a second visit to touch up the colouring. It took almost 90 minutes to ink in the stencilled dark border lines. Robin's back felt like it had been subject to a thousand insect bites. With the outline finished Anton was ready again. Anton yanked Robin to her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bench driving her legs as far apart as the bench would allow. He pushed her face down. She did not resist either action and in fact wiggled her hips enticingly.

Dropping his pants again, he drove straight into her pussy doggy style. Because she was a little dry, Robin let out a pained yelp as he drove into her. He smacked her ass hard enough to leave a handprint and then started driving in rhythmically. Once again, no finesse, although he wasn't as harsh as when he fucked her mouth. When he came, he walked around and made her suck him clean which she did obediently but with less enthusiasm than before. Anton was a good reminder of how her slave life could have turned out with a different master. As he pulled her back to the head of the bed and pushed her belly down, she felt a wave of gratitude towards Master Finn.

There was another two hours of painful colouring to follow, though he did pause to give her a drink and let her have a pee break she she started to squirm. He made her go to the toilet down the hallway on hands and knees, a free show for any who might be watching. On her crawl back a few artists and customers actually applauded. Her cheeks burned with shame.

Ink done, Anton drew her to a sitting position and prepared to insert bars in the slave's nipples. Knowing she was not to have any anaesthetic, he enjoyed pulling and tormenting her tender nips for several minutes, twisting them, pinching and stretching. He was harsh enough in his treatment that her face contorted and tears brimmed in her pretty eyes, but she did her best to stay still and remain silent. Piercing nipples usually isn't that painful, but where's the fun in that? Torment done, he swabbed the areas, inserted the needle followed by the sterile barbell the screwed on the second bell.

He was just finishing when Master Finn returned.

I could see the lingering moisture in Robin's eyes so I knew that Anton had been harsh. I drew close and felt her pussy as I leaned down to admire the barbells. She moved her hips to meet my hand, so I knew she was horny and undamaged.

"Fine work, Anton. She looks beautiful. And you also have the rings I asked for when I want to change her jewelry.?" He handed me the box and I gave it to Robin to open. Two one inch rings glowed softly. "Those should take some weights, eh girl?"

"Yes, Master. They are beautiful. I shall wear them with pride."

Still not talking, Anton pulled the girl off the bench - more gently since his client was here and her around to face the bench. He pushed her shoulders forward leaving her leaning on her hands.

I gasped. The tattoo had turned out more wonderfully than I had hoped. Of course the surrounding skin was red and swollen, but you could easily see the mastery of his work. I pulled out my camera and took several photographs, close up of the image and then of her whole back. Robin still had no idea of what she was sporting. I decided to show her later, keep her in suspense awhile longer.

He then dressed the new mark by placing a large sheet of plastic wrap over the image and taping every inch of edge to her back with surgical tape. Anton handed me a bag of supplies.

I handed her the tee shirt dress and sandals. The top half of the tattoo peeked over the scooped back of her dress. We left the shop arm in arm.

I didn't bother to cuff her on the way home. She quite voluntarily kept her hands behind her for she did not want to lean back on the seat, her flesh was still too tender.

Not long after we pulled out she had started squirming a bit, not in pain, but being deeply curious, a little anxious about the work and even more anxious about whether I was displeased. We were halfway home before she broke the silence with a very soft, "Master?"

"Yes, Robin?"

"Have...have I done something wrong? Did I displease Master Anton."

"No my pet, you have not."

Relieved, she went on excitedly, "The why won't you show me my art work???"

"YOUR artwork?"

Her eyes went wide and she began to stammer.

"Relax, I said. I am just teasing you." I handed her the phone and Robin quickly opened the picture gallery. She gasped.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod! Master it's gorgeous! It's your sign! It's....I'm really yours now, forever! Thank you, thank you!"and she started to cry tears of joy.

"Are you excited, girl?" "Yes, Master!" "Then we are five minutes from home. Play with yourself. I want two orgasms before we get there. Better pull off that dress and sit on it so you don't stain the seat with cunt juice."

Almost before I finished the sentence she was naked and frigging herself for all she was worth not caring who could see or noticing that I had rolled down the window. Orgasm one was loud and noisy at the three minute mark. Orgasm two came just as I was pulling into the drive way. "Well, done slave girl."

Later she would tell me how Anton had been forceful and cold towards her and how it made her reflect on how lucky she felt being enslaved to me. I made a note to send him a thank you card and a healthy bonus.

In the garage I went around to the trunk and handed the naked, cuffed and marked slave several large bags from Pauline's boutique and ordered her to carry them to our bedroom.

"Tonight we are going out to celebrate our new mutual commitment, Robin. I thought the event called for new clothes. This is both our one month anniversary and the start of a completely new relationship.