Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 05

Chapter Nine: The Contract and Adornments.

The relief that I felt from finally having an orgasm was short-lived as it wasn’t long before the regular masturbation and edging sessions had brought me back into a pink cloud of desperate arousal. Even as Master allowed me to experience more and more climaxes, it was never enough to fully satisfy the constant craving and desperate need that my willowy body cried out for.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out that the only time he allowed me to cum was when he was enjoying the flavors of my love tunnel with his mouth. It was clear that during oral sex he wanted to pleasure me and see my little body overwhelmed with desire, but other times when he stuck his cock in my whore hole it was more that he was simply using me as an object, like a flesh-light, without any concern or care for my own gratification.

A new rule had been introduced since that first time in which Master pleasured my sex. “The Cunt will taste itself whenever it masturbates.” My tongue was still coated with the flavors of my cock socket from the edging session that I just completed moments before and the juices still dripped off my labium in long clear streams forming a puddle on the cold cement floor as I knelt obediently with my thighs spread wide and my hands squeezing both of my udders hard. Images of leashed lesbians and punished pussies danced in my head as I patiently awaited the return of my Master.

When he finally did arrive it was with a neat stack of paper about which he seemed quite excited. “What I have in my hands is a binding legal contract that will make you my property until I choose to sell or release you.”

He held it in front of my face and my eyes tried to focus on the words but my head was spinning after the first sentence which read “This contract is between Arnold Pierce, hereinafter referred to as “Master” and Kristin Kailey, hereinafter referred to as “the Cunt.” I saw large print subject headings that included “Grooming and Appearance,” “Manner of Speech,” “Piercings and Markings” and “General Usage.” It even made it clear that Master had full ownership of my mind and body and could do anything he wanted with me including renting me out or selling me altogether. It seemed to be a vastly expanded version of the rules that I had stared at for months on the whiteboard and for the first time, I learned my Master’s name.

He turned to the last page which had my name neatly printed along with the date and a space for my signature. “Put out your right hand,” he commanded. I acquiesced without hesitation and he placed a black pen in my open palm. “You sign your name on the line.” I obeyed and he reclaimed the pen with a satisfied look on his face.

If I had been an attorney or able to think straight, perhaps I would have known that such a contract couldn’t possibly be enforceable in a court of law, but that simply wasn’t the case. As far as I was concerned, I had just signed my life away to my Master. He now owned me completely and he was legally permitted to do all of the things that the contract stipulated. There could be no doubt now; I was his possession entirely.

He pulled out some more papers, this time a certificate with a barcode on it. It read “Slave ownership and registration certificate for 995-325-086. This is to certify that the registrant with number 995-325-086 currently known as Kristin Kailey and from this day forth known as the Cunt, is an owned slave and that the registrant’s owner is declared to be Arnold Pierce.” There were other words on the page along with the date I was first taken by my Master as the start date of his ownership and the current date. I couldn’t believe that nearly four months had passed since I first entered Master’s service. At the bottom was a barcode with my number along with a symbol for the service that issued the certificate. It looked official, so it must have been real. Between the contract and the registration there could be no doubt that I was merely a piece of owned property.

“Isn’t it wonderful my little toy?” He said with a big grin. Now you’re officially and legally mine. It felt good to be wanted, to be owned and to be his. If my existence was defined by his pleasure then the level of happiness that he was feeling at this moment surely made me happy as well.

Finally the last piece of paper he showed me was a change of name form to be filed with the court. It was already filled in to change my legal name from Kristin Kailey to the Cunt. Upon signing that document, I was convinced that as far as the outside world was concerned, my actual was now the Cunt. It didn’t matter if he never actually tried to lodge the instrument; my mind had already accepted the change as truth.

I quickly returned my signing hand to my right tit as my Master carefully placed the documents in a neat stack to the side. The rest of the day was a blur that resembled my usual routines. Master permitted me an orgasm as he took pleasure in the flavor of my pussy lube and then used my slick whore hole for his own gratification. I recited my rules and mantras, a task that had become simple given how embedded every word had become in my brain. I enjoyed licking my food bowl clean for my Master’s entertainment and I even found myself reveling in the act of peeing in front of him as it gave me a chance to further display my obedience and earn his praise. And so time went on, the fact that I was now legally his property had not changed my life in the slightest.

Two baths and several meals later I was sitting on the floor with my left hand squeezing my udder so hard I thought I would pull it off my chest while my other hand was between my legs, my slick finger was rubbing and circling the swollen clit that almost constantly felt engorged with my desire. The video that played before my eyes was one I had seen a hundred times and I had almost memorized every detail of it. The way the slave girl shifted her hips as her Master filled her anus with a huge plug, how her udders jiggled with every step as she kept up with him on a leash and the way her nipple and pussy rings gleamed in the light. She was a vision of beauty and obedience, a role model that I was meant to emulate.

I quickly reached the edge of orgasm and my masturbating hand flew up to my right udder, squeezing it hard as I tried to calm my body. I heard Master’s footsteps descending the stairs, but the video was still playing so I had to continue my masturbation in accordance with the rules. As such, when he entered the room, he caught the sight of me with my legs spread wide, hands compressing my tits and my girl juice dripping copiously from my fuck tunnel. He loomed over me, staring down at my little exposed body, dominating the space between us.

“Are you having fun playing with yourself my little fuckdoll?”

I nodded quickly as my tits began to turn purple from being crushed with such intensity by my little hands. “Yes Master, the Cunt loves to play with the pussy that its Master owns. Thank you for allowing the Cunt to masturbate Master,” I said as my head swam in a thick fog of arousal.

He put the box and cup of ice that he was carrying on the table in front of the whiteboard and shut off the television. “I give you permission to thank me properly. Assume the thank you position.”

“Yes Master,” I uttered as I released the poor tortured orbs on my chest and quickly moved on to all fours, lowering my head down and raising my ass while arching my back. I pressed my full pouty lips to the surface of the brown leather loafers he was wearing and eagerly kissed them before extending my pink tongue and licking in earnest. Lapping up in broad strokes until the entirety of his shoes were coated in my saliva.

He gave my exposed ass a hard slap and said “that’ll do cunt, that’ll do. Kneel position.”

I heard his command and slid my willowy frame up on my knees, cupping my udders in offering to the man who owned them.

He took the box and ice filled cup, sat down in front of me and stared at my petite body as if he was evaluating me. “You are a beautiful toy, you know that right?”

“Yes Master, the Cunt thanks its Master for the compliment.”

“But as attractive as your body is, it could be more beautiful. I want you to wear some jewelry for me. It would please me very much to see you decorated. You do want to please me, don’t you?”

“More than anything Master. Please decorate the Cunt’s body as its Master sees fit.” I wasn’t even thinking about what he might have meant or wanted. It didn’t matter. He owned me and had the right to do anything he wanted to me.

A smile crept over his thin lips as he opened the box, revealing a number of shiny items among other things. “First we’ll start with those cute little nipples of yours.” He pulled out an alcohol wipe and rubbed it generously over each of my pink nipples until they were sterilized and standing at attention. Then he took an ice cube from the cup and slowly worked it over my sensitive flesh until a light numbness set in. Finally he took a needle and a cork out of the box, lined the needle up with one side of my left nipple and pushed hard, the cork catching the sharp implement as it emerged from the other side. Despite the numbing effect of the ice, I felt a sharp sting that caused me to tense my muscles as I bared the pain, but I kept from making a sound during the process. A thin trickle of blood dribbled down my udder, across my flat tummy to my belly button where the droplets combined to form a bright red pool.

Master pulled a large heavy gauge silver ring from the box and forced it through the fresh hole, locking it closed with a click. I could feel the weight of it pulling my poor tortured nipple down as it dangled from the little nub of pink tissue that it decorated. He repeated the same process with my right nipple and I gritted my teeth as I felt the sting of the needle perforate my flesh, closing my eyes until the weight and ornamentation of both nipples was equal. He wiped up the blood, carefully giving my tender nipples a gentle swab with alcohol that sent a throbbing ache through my body.