Charity Events

Chapter 8: The Contract

The next day, Janice drew up the 'legal contract' although there was nothing legal about it. The document described Charity as the property of Janice who would have sole discretion on how the girl was to be used. It provided a section on the roles and responsibilities of the owner, which included providing for the nourishment and health of the slave, teaching and disciplining Charity and making whatever rules deemed appropriate. There was also a section on the roles and responsibilities of the slave. These included keeping herself in shape (described in the contract as maintaining her Mistress' property), abiding by the rules and completely obeying her new owner. Janice set the term of the enslavement to be from that day until the end of August. A new contract could be negotiated before school started in the Fall. And Janice found a form on the internet that she attached. The form would be filled out by Charity. It had a list of sexual activities and Charity would rate each one in terms of her experience with the activity and her interest in it. Janice added a third column in which she would indicate which activities would be fair game over the Summer.

Charity arrived home in the afternoon and found Janice at the kitchen table with the small stack of papers. Then she cringed as the stern look she got from her aunt.

"I thought I made it clear that my slave will be naked."

"Sorry Mistress," muttered Charity as she quickly shed her clothes.

Janice pushed her chair back and then looked at Charity. "Over my knees."

Charity nodded meekly and then draped her naked body across Janice's knees. A hard smack immediately fell on the exposed, upthrust globes, followed by a little yelp. Janice then ran her hand over the abused flesh where she already saw a handprint forming.

"I am very serious about this Charity. This is not a game. You will belong to me totally."

"Yes Mistress," was the reply, followed by another squeal as the other bottom cheek was punished. Charity received ten strokes in all as Janice explained that the girl needed to obey every command. When the punishment was finished, Janice reached between the legs and stroked Charity until she tensed and moaned in orgasm.

Charity then spent the next forty minutes filling out the form that was to become part of her slavery contract. When she finished, Janice had her sit on top of the table with her legs spread wide. Janice placed the form on the table between the outstretched legs and then slowly went through the form, filling out the third column. A check mark in that column meant that it was fair game. A blank meant that it would not be tried. The list was alphabetical and, early on Charity realized that amputation and asphyxiation were left blank. But she was shocked to see her aunt put a check next to bestiality and then, a minute later, check off branding.

When all was said and done, the only items that were unchecked had to do with death or the removal of body parts. Every other deviant behavior was "fair game" as her aunt put it. The list was very unsettling to the girl.

"Now that it's official," said Janice, "let's make it look official." She produced a small rectangular box and held it before Charity, opening the lid slowly. Inside was a beautiful gold necklace. It consisted of ornate solid ovals of gold that were held together by fine gold links. One of the links had a single word engraved: Slave.

Janice removed the necklace and wrapped it around Charity's neck. There was no hasp. Instead, it was secured by a tiny gold padlock that could only be opened with a tiny gold key. Janice locked the collar on and then came around to the front of Charity. The key was hung around Janice's neck on a fine gold chain.

"Not too snug, I hope," said Janice as she slipped a finger between the collar and Charity's throat.

"No, Mistress," whispered Charity with her eyes starting to water. "It's perfect. Thank you."

"You will always wear that for me," Janice went on, "although we'll have to reverse it for when you go out in public. There's no sense in advertising to the whole world that you're a slave."

"Yes Mistress," nodded Charity, enjoying the feel of her new collar.

Janice then lifted a hand and stroked Charity's cheek with her fingers, moving them until one finger moved back and forth across the full, beautiful lips. "Who do these belong to?"

Charity cast her eyes down and felt herself starting to blush. "You, Mistress," she said.

Then Janice opened Charity's mouth and rubbed a finger slowly up and down the slippery tongue. "And who owns this tongue?"

"It belongs to you, Mistress."

Janice then repeated the question several more times as she held breasts, sex and bottom cheeks. She even slid a finger into Charity's bottom and asked the question, causing Charity to suck in her breath. Each time, the answer was the same. Each time, Charity confirmed that she no longer owned her body. It was now the property of her mistress.

When this little ritual was finished, Janice hugged her new slave and kissed her. Hands grasped the naked bottom cheeks and squeezed as tongues danced together. Both women were left breathless by the time the lips parted.

"Mistress, may I ask a question?" asked Charity after she had somewhat recovered from the embrace.

"Yes, pet," replied Janice.

Hearing herself being called 'pet' sent a rush of excitement through her body. "Do you really plan on doing all of those things?"

"What things?"

"All of those things that you checked off on that list, Mistress."

"I don't honestly know, little one. But I wanted you to know that I could. Your body is mine now to do with as I please. I decide how it's to be used. But now it's time to go call your parents and tell them you won't be coming home for the Summer. And then you may have the rest of the evening to yourself. But when you're finished with your studies or whatever you are planning on doing, I want you in my bed."

"Yes, Mistress," Charity smiled brightly. "And thank you for the collar. It's beautiful."

Charity called her parents and gave them the news. The conversation went much better than she had expected. They were surprised but not resistant to the decision, although she knew that they would have been aghast if they had known the truth.

Then she opened her closet door so she could use the full length mirror. She stood in front of the mirror for several minutes admiring her new collar. Then she spent much of an hour practicing various poses that she had read or written about. Some were standing and she looked for the best way to pose with her hands behind her back or behind or on top of her head. Many were kneeling. She wanted to look perfect when her Mistress chose to display her.

"I'm finally a slave," she whispered to herself. "I was born to be a slave."