As I explained in my first story (My first submissive), I'm fortunate to have a high paying job at a large well known firm. While my employer is equal opportunity and all of that, even the most open minded employer wouldn't react well if they learned they had an amateur dominatrix on their senior staff. Accordingly, before going much farther with my little hobby, I decided I needed to take steps to protect myself. I needed something resembling a slave contract.
Normally when there are references to slave contracts it's a one sided document which specifies all of the things that the 'slave' must do and stipulates a litany of possible punishments resulting from failure. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
The contract I needed would have some features of that, but was designed more like a commercial services contract between two consenting parties. That is to say, as 'mistress' the document explains my requirements and what I expect to receive from the contractee and also specifies what I will and won't provide to the 'subject.'
For example I've stipulated that I won't inflict other than incidental pain, I won't allow intercourse and have specified that sexual release will be at my option subject to specified circumstances. The other side of the contract specifies what my subject will do and not do. They will be respectful, discrete and substance free (among many other things).
Since discretion is of the utmost importance to me, the contract also specifies very real penalties that will occur if the contract is broken. These aren't sexual penalties such as spankings or orgasm denials -- they are real world and expensive. This document isn't a game.
While the contract was generally written in my favor, it unquestionably provided both parties with protections against misuse. I'm not out to cheat or harm others and wish to avoid the same -- this document helps enforce that.
Not very glamorous, I know. But let's face it, I enjoy control. I'm not particularly into bondage, but a binding legal document provides me a certain type of control that dovetails nicely with the emotional and psychological domination that I enjoy.
As it happens I have a very dear friend; we'll call him Jeremy, who happens to be an excellent and very accomplished lawyer. I knew he'd be the perfect person to put together my little agreement.
If Jeremy wasn't a lawyer, he could probably have made it as a male fashion model. He is boyishly handsome, a very sharp dresser, extremely intelligent and quite wealthy both from his own earnings and family money. Unfortunately for the ladies, while he meets the definition of being bisexual, he identifies primarily as gay.
A number of years ago we dated for awhile and I can say he's also a thoughtful and gentle lover. Back then he was just discovering a fondness for men and part of the reason we parted was his uncertainty about his sexuality. Though our relationship failed as a couple, it thrived as friends. We've both gained a confidante and have been keepers of each others secrets ever since (he's only 'out' to a few people he trusts).
One night I met Jeremy for drinks at a quiet place we both enjoy. I explained about the development of my little 'hobby' and what I thought I needed before moving forward with in person scenes with my subjects. He was quite intrigued.
"I can't say I'm entirely surprised. You always liked to take charge when we were together and I've never met anyone better than you at getting her way and playing mental games."
"I'll take that as a compliment I suppose. So you'll do it then?"
"Yes, my dear "Mistress", of course I'll do it for you," he said with a laugh. "It's frankly an interesting legal challenge, and one I'm quite keen to try. Its no small feat to design a contract that falls somewhere on the spectrum between being a slave contract and a personal services contract but still manages to be a binding contract between consenting parties."
"I don't expect you to do it for free. I know this will take some time."
"Please. I'm not going to charge you if that's what you're thinking. As I said, I like the challenge. But if you like my work, I'll insist on you buying me a fantastic dinner and maybe .....I don't know...."
"And what? You were going to ask for something else. What is it? You know I'll do it."
"....I shouldn't, but....well...I want you to, you know, do a session with me."
"Jeremy! Really? I didn't know you'd be into that. Besides, I thought you were done with women? Have I turned you?"
"Let's call it - once more for old times sake. I had some fantasies like this back when we dated and before, but I was so mixed up then and I didn't think you were like that, so I never brought it up. Let's let this be a chance to play 'what if' and then no matter what, we'll both go on as though it never happened. Agreed?"
"I can think of nothing better. Agreed with enthusiasm." With a laugh we shook hands on it as though it was a pact to end war in our time. We returned to our drinks and shared a relaxing evening with promises to get back together soon.
It was almost a month later when he called to say he had finished my little assignment. I reviewed it and then we talked about it one evening over dessert.
"It's perfect Jeremy, and now there's the little matter of payment. Do you still want the terms we talked about before?"
"Yes" and then weakly, "Ma'am."
A few days later I called him and specified the time and place of our meeting. It was one of the city's finest restaurants and I had pulled some strings to reserve one of the very best tables.
"I've arranged a driver to pick you up at your place at 7. We'll have drinks and then we're to be seated at 8:30. I'll take you back to your place afterwards. I want you to wear that plaid blazer I always liked with a dark turtleneck and slacks ok? No suit and tie."
"You're the boss. I'll follow your lead."
"You're darn right you will. Get ready for a very special evening my friend."
It had been awhile since we had dated, but I figured a lot of his turn-ons would still be the same and I figured to play on several of them. Having a car pick him up, specifying his outfit and driving him home was all designed to restrict his control. To further set the scene for what I had in mind I chose my outfit very deliberately.
I wore a dark charcoal grey business suit that, apart from the buttons being on the wrong side, could have come from any men's store in town. The pants were pleated and cuffed and I bought a red pocket square for the jacket. I also wore a French blue button front blouse that was again, a match a men's work shirt save for the buttons.
Though the exterior said "male," underneath was all female. I wore black satin panties, garter and sheer black stockings with my 4" black pumps. To de-emphasize my breasts I wore a strapless bra that I cinched a little tight. I pulled my hair back to a tight bun and did my face with a bright red lipstick and deep smoky eyes.
The intensely feminine face actually served to highlight the contrasting androgyny of the outfit. It was a very erotic look that was right on point with Jeremy's own sexual androgyny.
With a generous tip I had arranged for Jeremy to be seated in a cozy booth well away from the bar. I purposely arrived a little late as I wanted to watch his expression when I entered. The jaw drop was a bit wider than expected and his fumbled greeting was one of the few times I had known him to be at a loss for words.
After our drink order and a little small talk, I started right in with the teasing. Reaching across to pat his leg I said, "So it looks like you approve of my outfit. Are you ready for a memorable night."
"Yes Ma'am" he replied with a grin.
In a very serious voice I said, "Just to be clear, I'm in charge tonight and even though we've been friends for ages, you'll get the same treatment as any recipient of that contract you worked so hard on. Nod your head if you understand me."
I didn't exactly scare him, but he caught my tone and meeting my eye, he nodded.
