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===CHAPTER 4===
I arrived at the hotel a half hour early, making sure the two contracts were in pristine condition.
Nadia was the first to arrive, as usual. She was carrying her backpack, and she stripped as soon as she entered the room.
“You’re learning, I see.” I comment.
“A slave is not worth clothes, sir. Especially in her Master’s presense.
I nodded in agreement. "Very well. Kneel." I command. She kneels, lowering her head to look at the floor.
"Since you waited three days to make up your mind, you have only the Five year contract and the Lifetime contract as options. This is your final decision, Nadia. Your last chance to back out. You can either choose to leave, and never see me again, or sign for 5 years or forever. Which will it be?". I ask.
She looks up, her eyes lustful and pleading. "I will sign the five year contract, Master." she answers.
I smile. "Good choice."
I pull out the small packet of papers and out then on the ground next to Nadia.
"Tell me when you are ready to sign." I tell her.
It read:
SLAVE CONTRACT:
I. ______, hereby referred to as the SLAVE, give complete control over my mind and body to _____, hereby referred to as the MASTER.
I certify that I understand and accept the following:
- That the Master will have all control over my body and its functions. Any disobedience will result in physical punishment including as but not limited to: whipping, forced exercise, electrocution torture, breathplay, forced sexual acts, and endurance torture.
- The Master has the privileges of power over body modifications of the slave. The Master may enforce on the slave any temporary/permanent body markings or modification, including but not limited to: Tattooing, piercing, branding, surgeries, and extreme genital mutilation such as castration. The slave shall have no say in any matters of their own body or appearance.
- The Master agrees to keep his slave alive and well.
- Punishment and pain will be used to keep the slave obedient and in line.
- All of the slave’s possessions will become Master’s to do with what he wants.
- The slave will be kept naked at all times. No exceptions, except when the slave goes out into public.
- Any rejection of anything the Master asks will be considered rejection of Master and 24 hours of pure torture is mandatory.
- The Master will supply a list of transgressions and their mandatory punishment. This list can and will be changed at any time by Master for any reason.
- At the end of this contract, the slave will have the option of leaving, collecting $5,000 and beginning life anew, or to extend the contract to a lifetime contract.
- If this is the case, after 8 years, a lifetime contract will become mandatory if Slave has experienced more than 50 orgasms in that time.
- If Slave refuses to sign a Lifetime contract, Slave will be let go wearing a permanent chastity belt and this form of consent will be kept to avoid legal action.
Signed, _____ (Slave)
And ________ (Master)
Nadia looked up at me, slightly worried. "You want to remove my clitoris?" she asked.
I smiled. "No. But I want to have the option to if... If you step out of line."
She bit her lower lip and reread the contract. Finally, she reached for a pen and held it to the paper.
"Before you do that, Nadia, realize that you are signing your life away for 5-8 years... Or forever."
She looked into my eyes. There was one last hesitation. The. She signed the contract, and slid it over to me. I signed as well.
"Do you have anything to pick up from the shelter?" I asked. She shook her head. "Good. Put your clothes on and wait in my car. It's unlocked. Enjoy your last hour of freedom." I demanded. She followed my directions and headed downstairs.
Now it was Bobby's turn.
Bobby arrived about 45 minutes later. I told him to strip, and he did so. He handed him a contract, and he read. His dick got harder as the contract went on – a telltale sign of a slave.
The contract was very similar to Nadia’s. Most obviously, it was only for three years, not five. I only had the option to extend it by 2 years without consent, and only 30 orgasms led to mandatory lifetime slavery. I was willing to let this clause go – it was obviously a trap, as I had control over their orgasms. But, surprisingly, neither Nadia nor Bobby expressed worry about that.
Bobby did, however, question my complete control over his body, specifically that I could order his castration. Like Nadia, I assured him that I did not want to, but wanted the option should Bobby rebel against me.
“Don’t worry. As long as you continue to be an obedient slave, you do not need to be worried about being castrated.” I calmly explained. During this entire discussion, his dick never budged from being rock-hard.
He nodded, then signed the paper. I smiled warmly.
“Do you need to pick things up at your home?” I asked. He shook his head.
“I have everything with me. I’ve already told my parents I’m leaving for a job in Thailand.” He explained.
I laughed to myself. The boy had some creativity. “Come with me.” I told him. He put on his clothes and we left the hotel room.
We headed outside, and down to the car. My car a medium-sized car, and was a dark brown color. The idea was not to make anybody look at it – to have it blend in. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see inside – specifically designed so that they worked at any angle.
After putting Bobby’s suitcase and backpack, containing all of his belongings he was bringing with him, I led him to the backdoor.
I led Bobby into the door and let him into the backseat. Nadia was already on the other side, and she looked surprised to see Bobby.
The two met for the first time, not with a handshake, or with a smile, but each with a menacing glare – I could tell what they were thinking: Competition.
Bobby sat down next to Nadia, and the two were silent. I climbed into the driver’s seat and turned around to face them.
“Bobby, meet Nadia. Nadia, meet Bobby. You both responded to my ad at the same time. I tried out both of you hours apart. You will be slaves together.” I explained. The two looked at me with varying degrees of apprehension.
I got back in the seat and started the car.
“We’re going to the airport.” I say.
Nadia speaks up. “Why are we going to the airport, Master?” She responds. I glare over at her.
“It is not the slave’s position to ask questions, Nadia, you know that. However, since you will find out eventually, we will be flying to Singapore, then flying back. The total trip should take about 44 hours. Including a short layover in Singapore.”
They looked confused. Nearly 2 days in an airplane? Why?
They would soon find out why.
On the way there, I had Bobby and Nadia strip, and each piss into a red plastic cup. Then I had them drink it. Nadia was quick, although she professed she didn’t like the taste compared to mine. Bobby struggled to swallow it down but did eventually.
At the airport, we drove straight onto the runway to my private plane. This was no small private jet – more like a hollowed out passenger plane. Nadia and Bobby would soon experience the toys I had installed inside. I gave them trenchcoats to cover their nudity as they jogged up the stairs into the craft, carrying my luggage as well as theirs’.
When I joined them, I found them on the floor of the plane, having stripped off the trenchcoats. Nadia was dripping wet; Bobby hard and dipping.
In my plane, there was only one chair – my throne. To the sides were pads with chains and straps attached – that was where Bobby and Nadia were to sit. Behind them, a portable dungeon of torture devices.
In the cockpit were two pilots, both discreetly paid a handsome amount to ferry this plane wherever it needs to be, and to never leave the cockpit.
I conferred with them for a few minutes about the flight plan, and then we set off.for Singapore, with an expected flight length of about 19 hours.
I strapped Nadia and Bobby into their “seats” and seated myself on my throne. I almost ignored them for the first few hours, watching a movie in the theatre system set up inside the plane, then reading a magazine. Neither Bobby nor Nadia complained or made a sound, but were still horny, possibly even hornier, by the end of the first 3 hours of flight time.
It was time to make them far hornier. I put in a pornographic film on the theatre. Soon the large screen at the front of the plane was filled with a BDSM film – a man was dominating a young couple, each naked and strapped to a bench. He was whipping them mercilessly.
I have to admit, I watched this film myself many, many times while I was searching for slaves. I silently congratulated myself on gaining both a male and female slave – all the types of domination and torture I fantasized about I would be able to make happen – whether it be male or female in type.
In the film, the slaves were whipped, then each took turns deepthroating their Master. Afterwards, they were pissed on and then forced to piss in each others mouths. Then they were each fucked in the ass, followed by the big finale – each were jizzed on by a whole group of watchers – a virtual shower of semen.
After that video, I turned off the screen and assessed the arousal levels of Bobby and Nadia. Bobby remained hard, although he seemed to have exhausted himself of his precum. Nadia had made the carpet underneath her wet, but was not dripping any more.
“What’s wrong, Nadia?” I asked. “Why aren’t you dripping?”
She looked up at me, ashamed. “I do not know, Master. Forgive me.” She responded. I nodded and strapped her feet to the floor, far apart. I walked over and did the same to Bobby.
“Goodnight, slaves.” I said.
And with that, I lowered by throne to a complete bed, and went to sleep.
I woke up about 10 hours later. The flight only had about 6 hours left. I unhooked Nadia and told her to crawl over to me and suck my dick. She crawled over, and, without hesitation, took my hard dick down her throat in the first attempt. She settled into a rhythm of sucking and stroking.
Bobby watched on enviously, his hips beginning to try and thrust upwards, his dick throbbing.
I pissed in Nadia’s mouth, and she didn’t even blink as she continued to suck. I patted her on the head and she looked up at me, not taking her mouth off my dick.
I lifted her off and walked over and unhooked Bobby.
I instructed him to kneel between Nadia's legs and lick her pussy as she gave me a blowjob. Nadia thanked me profusely as she continued to suck me off.
However, I also took the painful nipple clamps and put them on Nadia's nipples. She yelped on my dick as Bobby kept licking. She was getting close. Finally, I pinched her nipple clamps hard - the clamps dug into her skin like little needles That was enough to put her over the edge. She screamed like a little girl as she orgasmed.
Without me having orgasmed, I told her to head back to her pad. Bobby looked up at me, eager for the same treatment.
"Sorry, Bobby. Nadia signed a 5-year contract, and is thus clearly more devoted and committed and worthy of an orgasm. You are not." I explained harshly.
Bobby frowned, but nodded, his dick still hard.
I locked him up back at his pad.
The rest of the trip passed uneventfully. I needed to hammer into these slaves that they were there for my pleasure, and not to fulfill their fetishes – therefore, I could use them or not use them at my discretion.
The plane touched down in Singapore, which jolted Bobby and Nadia awake. I looked over at them and smiled.
“We’re here.”
They wouldn’t know what happened next. I wrapped blindfolds around their eyes and cuffed their hands behind their back, then marched them out of the plane.
Nadia and Bobby could feel their bare feet hit the pavement and marched across the tarmac. They were shoved hastily into the backseat of a car, and driven off.
I went back to my car and sat down. It would be another 4 hours until Nadia and Bobby would return. And when they were returned, they would be different.
My good friend Dr. Kobayashi had a practice in Singapore, and it was there that many Americans went – for the legality of such things as surgery were much looser there. I could practically have him do whatever I wanted to Nadia and Bobby – and I was going to.
Nadia was to have breast implants – to raise her from a barely-there 30AA breasts to big, full DDDDs. In addition, she will receive piercings in her nipples, clitoris and two in her outer labia. A tattoo, “SLAVE NADIA” will be drawn just above her pussy with a stylized “Slave” tattoo just above her ass crack.
Bobby won’t get off much easier. He will get a pierce albert piercing, the “Slave Bobby” tattoo just above his genitals and the Slave tattoo on his lower back, and a special branding, my own design, on the skin between his testicles and his asshole.
When the operations were complete, both Nadia and Bobby were masturbated to orgasm. The rings in Nadia’s clitoris and Bobby’s penis were actually a tiny sensors. It recorded their orgasm so after, whenever they orgasm, I will be notified through a small watch they gave me. It will also keep a tally of their orgasms, so I will always be able to tell when they cum without my permission.
About four hours later, Bobby and Nadia returned, asleep. They were strapped down in the plane. They stayed there for the rest of the trip.
In 19 hours, the plane touched down at my estate in Montana. It was time for Nadia and Bobby’s orientation.
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