Lapse in Judgment

Chapter 2 The Sentence

"Oh, honey," wailed Laura softly as she leaned against Steve who instinctively wrapped his arms around his wife and hugged her. Pierre had just closed the door behind him after depositing them in their quarters.

They may have been captives but at least they were in a gilded cage. What, at first appeared to be an opulent room was actually an opulent suite. They were standing in the bedroom and, as they looked around, saw the doorway to a huge bathroom and another entryway into a spacious sitting room.

"I think that we may have made a mistake," she continued. "Maybe we should find another way to repay them."

Steve hugged her tighter. "I wish we could. But we don't have access to that kind of money. I admit that I had a lapse in judgment."

"I know," she sighed. "But I think he's going to fuck me."

"Hell, honey," he replied. "I'm worried he's going to fuck me. You saw the hand job he gave me."

Laura hugged her husband comfortingly. She knew that he might be just as frightened as she was. But she also knew that he was much more adventurous sexually than she was so she wondered if he might be enjoying this in some way.

"Besides, there's the contract," he continued.

She remembered the contract vividly. It had been delivered to their home the day after the party. She remembered thinking that Steve's loss had almost seemed planned and premeditated by Pierre. The contract was tailored to their situation exactly.

"Steven and Laura Packsworth acknowledge that they are indebted to Pierre and Monique Chambeaux to the sum of $300,000."

"In consideration of the forgiveness of said indebtedness, Steven and Laura Packsworth do agree to become the slaves of Pierre and Monique Chambeaux for the period of time that Steven Packsworth's accumulated compensation at Chambeaux Industries equals the indebtedness."

"As slaves, Steven and Laura Packsworth do agree to the following:"

There was a clause in which they agreed that their bodies belonged to the Chambeaux "to use, decorate or enjoy as they see fit."

Another clause indicated that all time off from work, including weekends, personal days and holidays, would be spent at the Chambeaux residence.

Laura was required to start a course of oral contraception, which would continue through the duration of the enslavement.

One clause still sent chills through Laura's body. "As their bodies belong to Pierre and Monique Chambeaux, those bodies may be loaned, leased or sold to others as long as the tenure of the servitude to others does not exceed the time for Steven Packsworth's accumulated compensation to equal the said indebtedness." Laura shuddered again at the thought of being loaned or sold to others.

They had also agreed to complete obedience and that failure to obey could be corrected by punishment of the choice of Pierre or Monique. And they had agreed that, since Pierre and Monique had paid a significant price for their ownership of the Packsworth's bodies, Steve and Laura would do everything in their power to ensure the health and fitness of those bodies.

"We better take care of business," Steve finally said as he pried his wife loose from his naked body. "Monique is due home soon and I don't want to give them a reason to invoke the discipline clause.

Laura sighed and shrugged. "But it's stupid! I'll look like a little girl and you'll look like a little boy."

"Trust me, love," said Steve as he leaned down and kissed one of Laura's nipples, "you will never look like a little girl. And based on what Pierre said, it sounds like Monique won't view me as a little boy."

They gathered up the shaving needs and set them beside the tub. Then, Steve took a nice hot shower as Laura organized the shaving things. Shower completed, Steve sat on the side of the tub and spread his legs to let Laura work. She quickly lathered him and started scraping across his groin. Every swipe of the razor, however, seemed to cause his cock to stir and enlarge.

"Steven!" she admonished. "You aren't supposed to be enjoying this!"

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess it's just an occupational hazard."

By the time she finished, he was fully erect and remained so as she showered and while he knelt between her legs to shave her. By the time he finished denuding her sex, he found himself very needy.

"Oh babe!" he groaned. "I need it bad!"

"Are you crazy?" she asked in astonishment. "I'm frightened to death and you want sex? I'm not in the mood!"

He shrugged. "Oh well." Then he ran his fingers between her slick petals and held his glistening digit up for her to see. "You may be frightened, but you are definitely in the mood." Then he arose and moved back into the bedroom.