Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... remembered that crucial little detail?"

Hector blinked at her, but he felt a wave of relief. No, she didn't mean going that far, being kept in the house all the time, secreted away from the world. That was ridiculous, why would anyone ever choose to go as far as that?

"Uh, okay, then?" he stammered.

"No, I mean going to work, shopping, going out at night, all that, everything stays the same, Heck, none of that changes. But, when you are with me, even though no-one else can see it, even though anyone who looks will see me with my husband, we'll know different. You won't be my husband anymore, you'll be my slave."

"At home?"

"Oh, babe, at home it's no holds barred. I'm going to do everything."

She bit her lip suggestively, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

"I'm going to take charge, Heck, I'm going to demand to be serviced. I'm going to put you to work. What do you think about that?"

"All the time?"

"Yes, that's what it means. Twenty-four seven. Your body will belong to me. I promise not to humiliate you in public, but in private, well...."

She kissed him again, and he felt her body pressing up against his erection, grinding slowly.

"What's it to be?" she murmured, "Yes or no?"

Hector swallowed. "Yes," he said.

A kiss, and then he was left standing, senses reeling, as she walked away. Lotte opened up her handbag and extracted a sheaf of paper and a pen. She came back to him and laid the document on the counter top, smoothing it ...

... flat.

"What's this?" Hector asked, but he already guessed the answer.

"It's a slave contract, Heck. It's a fairly standard one."

"Where did you get this?"

"My helpful friend. He said it's a fairly standard one for these types of situations."

She was matter-of-fact about it in a way that shocked him.

"You mean you told a guy that you wanted to have a slave contract for your husband, and he just conjured one up?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Hector picked up the document.

"You want me to sign this? Really?"

"No, babe. I want you to read it. Then, if you're okay, I want you to sign it. I want you to know what I want, what your obligations would be, I want you to understand."

"Is this even enforceable?"

"You mean is this a binding contract of ownership, like selling a car? No, it's not."

"Then why do it?"

"Because it's binding to me."

She paused, meeting Hector's gaze.

"This is it, Heck, you sign this, you bind yourself to me. You commit to becoming what I want."

"Is this really what you want? You want to turn your husband into a slave with a piece of paper?"

Lotte's expression became sombre, and Hector felt a tinge of warning.

"No, Heck, I want to turn my husband into my slave with training, with perseverance. I have a programme worked out that will get us to that place. It's going to take commitment and there will be hard parts for you. I want to take control, I want you to give me everything. That's what signing means."

Hector ...