"The slave's contract is upon your desk, Master." Katrina answers in the third person, simply to retain some semblance of self control. She has either researched this thoroughly, or my guess hit a bullseye into years of her subconscious hoping the day would arrive when I took her as my collared slave. I knew which of the two ways I would bet. The offer came yesterday. Her acceptance came today. Katrina does more research in her sleep than the rest of the paralegals in the firm do all day. On this subject she had years.
"There are no limits upon use of the slave by the Master, except death or grave bodily injury. Do you think that is wise?" I probe.
"Master is wise. Master loves his slave. Master would not use her beyond what he wishes. What he wishes, slave will endure and enjoy." Katrina answers.
"The safe word is 'Baloney'. A little long, don't you think? No red, yellow, green areas of forbidden, discomfort, pleasure?" I probe further, not sure she has thought this through.
"Master's choices are all green. Words would not prevent grave bodily injury nor death, but Master will do so. Slave will often be wearing a ball gag if Master so chooses, and safe words are useless, while relying on Master will never fail. Slave intends to never use the safe word." Katrina observes.
"My beloved Katrina, that may be so, but your consent, at all times is important to me. Also, limits are important for me to enjoy using you. So consider something like Baloney, Swiss, and Lettuce in our actual playtime together." I suggest playfully.
"Master's choices are wise, if very tongue in cheek." Katrina observes, trying and failing to stifle a chuckle.
"My sweet slave, I need to be certain you really understand what is happening today. Do you have any Bondage and Discipline experience? How can I trust my sweet slave is making the right choice?" I demand to know Katrina's bona fides.
"A complete sexual summary and diary of the slave is shared on the private drive. Slave has been going to BDSM clubs for years, seeking to acquire knowledge and training which would be useful if ever selected by Master. No one has been allowed to mark slave permanently, so that Master's options would not be constrained. Slave wishes Master to know yesterday was the most glorious day of her life before today. Slave's signature is on the contract, slave craves serving you with every fiber of her being." Katrina says with bright eyes, filled with tears of joy.
"Katrina, are there any traps, any legal quagmire's in this contract? Since there is no money changing hands directly, is the implicit use of corporate funds a quid pro quo?" I ask directly.
"No Jonathan. In Melanson v. Browning-Ferris Industries Inc., 281 F. 3d 272 (1st Cir., February 19, 2002), the court found that sexual harassment waivers, such as those we use at LDJ&J are valid and binding for consensual sexual relationships. Your question goes to the issue of prostitution, which is outside the scope, since there is no client participant which which could raise sex for hire issues. An employer-employee relationship exists, and only failure to pay such an employee for their due course of employment would raise a cause of action, but again, the employment is for paralegal duties, not for the consensual sex. I have been thinking of the legal ramifications for many years, working on it in my spare time and off hours. Even ran it by Lilah, she gave it her blessing. And before you ask, I did not lie to her or misrepresent the situation in any way." Katrina argues, showing she has done her homework.
"Then slave, Master selects his sweet Slave K to serve him with every fiber of her being, hereby affixing his legal signature to the copies for the parties and a copy for the internal record. Since Master has promised an audience they would be allowed to watch slave be fucked today, slave will kneel, hands behind her back, thrusting out her tits, open mouthed, eyes closed. When Master's cock enters her mouth, she will please him, one hand on his shaft, one hand upon her own clit. Slave will climax when Master does, and she will open her mouth to display his jism, without losing a drop. Slave will always swallow unless instructed otherwise. Slave will swallow today only when commanded, then will resume sucking Master, until he informs her he is hard enough to fuck her. Slave will approach the door to her office, and press herself against the window to fully display herself to the audience. Slave may be asked to push her ass back to accommodate Master's cock into her from behind."
"At once, Master." Katrina cries out gleefully, spinning around and gobbling my shaft like a hot dog offered to a starving woman. Her hands grabbed my belt and yanked my pants down, taking my underwear with them. I hadn't even noticed they were loose enough to do that. Once again, Katrina noticed details I had missed. But once I was in her mouth, right hand stroking my shaft, her left a blur on her clit, she slows to a very erotic gobbling all the way up and down my shaft, swallowing so that her throat muscles caress my cock. She is making love to my cock, while ripples of climaxes shake her body.
"Excuse me dear, but I said for you to cum when I do." I lift her face off my cock so she can respond.
"And I will. Not having done your homework yet, you may be unaware your slave is highly multi-orgasmic. If you are inside me, you can pretty well bet I'm going to be cumming like gangbusters. Would you like me to continue obedience to the original terms of your command, or would you like to modify the terms?" Katrina asks with her eyes shining brightly, clearly enjoying the intellectual point she'd just made about her statutory interpretation of everything I ordered her to do.
"The original terms were correct and I expect you to return to obeying them at once." I say with just a hint of pique at being shown up so thoroughly. Whatever else my time with Katrina would be, it was sure to be educational.
Katrina is making love to my cock again before the last word is out of my throat, as her throat envelopes me, chuckling, and her body starts shaking. I seriously lose track of time. I don't know how long she blew me, both of us quivering all the time. It seems like I have left my body for nirvana, but I can still feel every change in strokes, sucks, or licks. I can hear thumps against the glass as if from down the hall, but they could not have been any more than a few feet away. Katrina positioned us sideways, so the workers could see every detail.
Every detail. Every detail. The phrase echoes through my mind as she takes me to my peak, pulling my shaft completely out of her mouth to position the tip on her tongue, spurt after spurt, as she closes her lips tightly to thank me for each one. I hear the words in her throat as she thrashes beneath me, grabbing my ass -- hard -- to keep from falling over. "Thank you Master. Thank you Master. Thank you Master..." she says in answer to every spurt into her mouth.
Sucking the tip with just the right amount of pressure to keep me from screaming, she strokes my shaft to keep me hard after my climax. It feels like the top of my head comes off as the pleasure is so intense, but moderated, so that I cannot believe she has not been sucking me off in my sleep. But I am fully back in my body now, and fucking her face seems like a fun activity. So I grab her head and take over the blow job, as her reply is rather garbled from my hard cock sawing in and out of her mouth, but I swear she says "Oh, Gawd yes!".
I pull out of her mouth, and she springs up to slam herself against the glass, frightening the hell out of the workers pressed up against it, filling the pane with their faces, especially where her full breasts and dripping pussy are pressed against it. She sticks her delicious full rear end out at me, and for just a moment, I think of Lilah's advice "No slave is truly claimed until you fuck them in the ass."
But Katrina is MY slave, not Lilah's. I can see the cum running down her legs. I position myself at her pussy entrance, and speak only a single word. "Ready?"
Katrina replies "Push hard, I'm very tight. Fuck me as hard as you want. Fuck me until I can't blow you hard again or I pass out. Please. Please, Master Please."
I push hard and see stars. Tight is an understatement. Even when I took Debbie's virginity she wasn't this tight. Somebody has been training and exercising their cunt muscles to break cocks off inside her snatch and is now fully locked down to keep me inside her. I realize how wrong I am (again) as her climaxes hit, her sugar walls gripping and releasing me like the hand of a angry giant, as I thrust in and out. She is so wet she cannot stop me, and she starts wailing, like a she cat being fucked in an alley. The faces are back, and my sense of time disappears again.
