I had told my Mistress before that I had been sexually violated in the woods when I was a
teenager. She listened and tried to make me forget, but I couldn`t. She even made me write
out the whole episode to try and exorcise it from me, but it was no good. Often I would
wake crying and she would take me in her arms and hold me until I felt safe again. Then
one day she told me she had been speaking to a psychiatrist friend who had made some
suggestions. They took me out in his car. I realised where we were going as we got closer
and of course when we were very near I had to give exact directions. I was very tense and
afraid. Everything there seemed exactly as it had been. I half-expected Beth to run out as
we drove slowly past the old farm and tears welled in my eyes as I thought of her. The
farmhouse looked deserted and falling down.
When we got there, we left the car and walked to the spot where the tree stood like a
monument to my terror. It was then I noticed Mistress had the papers on which I`d written
the account of the violation. I figured what she intended and I begged her not to go
through with it, but she ordered silence. As she read the account out loud, Master took
off his tie and his belt and came towards me. She cradled my head against her chest as he
tied my wrists together, then pulled down my tights and panties. When I`d got up that
morning, I wondered why I was dressed in tights because I know they both hate them, but
now I knew. Master stuffed the panties in my mouth and tied them there with my tights just
like the man had. By now I was crying and sobbing. He bound my feet together with his belt
and lay me on the grass. Then did exactly what the violator had done, the anal and
everything. I was right back there at the age of 16 again. Each time I got hysterical
Mistress would draw my face towards hers and look me in the eyes and tell me everything
would be all right. She even told me she loved me that afternoon, determined as she was to
get the scene out of my system forever.
Once it was over they untied me and Master went back to the car to get a picnic basket
while Mistress helped me recover myself. We sat and ate and drank wine and the spot in the
woods took on a new significance. The conversation got lighter and I found I was laughing
with them as the wine drifted into my senses. We were three people enjoying ourselves. My
violation was over. I noticed Master had also brought an axe from the car and they told me
he would cut down the tree the man had left me tied to so as to erase it from the world
forever. But it wasn`t the tree`s fault, or the grass`s fault, or the birds or flowers
which inhabited what I could now saw was a beautiful part of the English countryside. I`ve
no idea whether he would really have cut the tree down, but the offer to do so was enough
for me to be able to see the truth. If only Beth had been there to share it with me. As if
reading my thoughts, Mistress said something which made me love her more than anything
else she`s ever done. She filled our wine glasses and said, "A toast. To Beth,
wherever you are." My tears were uncontrollable at the loss of my first true friend
and at the love of my Mistress. We sometimes go back to that spot. We laugh and we cry
there, not as the place of my suffering but as the place where we remember Beth.
One day Mistress gave me a present. This wasn`t unusual, they were always giving me
presents and still do, but this was a very special one which was to have yet another
dramatic effect on my life. It was a book called "The Story of O". She told me
it was a classic book and that I was to read it all until I was familiar with it, but in
the privacy of my room, and not with Mrs Hill.
The book fascinated me and I still keep it in pride of place in my room. I guess anyone
reading this will know it, but then it was all new to me. The girl in the book, O, was so
in love with her man that she agreed to be trained. She let herself be given away so she
couldn`t even see him, but if that was what he wanted from her then she would do it. I
hope that Master and Mistress never require that of me. O had to undergo all kinds of
torture and subjugation, but far from being upset by what I read I was enthralled by the
book and I even imagined it was me taking part in all those rituals. Of course Mistress is
a very clever woman - she must have guessed how the book would affect me and that`s why
she gave it to me.
When I had finished it, she sat down with me in front of the big fire in their lounge
one night. As we quite often did, I was almost naked, that is I just had a thong on, with
my hands tied behind me. I was sitting on her knee with her arm round me a bit like a
child would. It always made me feel safe and secure. I remember her words very well. She
asked me if I would like to belong to them. I asked her what she meant and she reached
across to the table for a piece of paper, telling me to read it.
I still have a copy of that paper. It says:
"This is a formal contract between Alison, henceforth referred to as "The
slave" on the first part and Elisabeth, henceforth referred to as "The
Mistress" and James, henceforth referred to as "The Master" on the second
part. I, Alison (my name is printed in fancy lettering) hereby convey all rights to my
mind and body to The Mistress and The Master from this day forward for as long as they
desire. The Mistress and The Master have the sole right to terminate this contract without
notice. I, the slave, hereby forego any rights to terminate this contract. I agree to the
above of my own free will and without pressure."
Following this there were dotted lines for signatures - mine, Mistress`s, Master`s and
two witnesses. She told me the contract had been formally prepared by Master`s solicitors,
even though it doesn`t really mean anything legally. She looked into my eyes and asked me
if I would sign it. Without hesitation I told her if she would untie my hands I`d sign
right there and then. She laughed at this, saying I was sweet and thanking me, but she
said if I was serious then the contract must be signed in the presence of witnesses. Again
I agreed without hesitation, and she showered me with loving kisses.
The next day they took me to the solicitors` office. As we walked in there were giggles
from some of the secretaries there, so I guess word had got around about what the meeting
was for, but I wasn`t ashamed, I was proud of what I was going to do. In the main office
were three men I`d never seen before - the solicitor and two others. They all looked so
serious I wanted to giggle. They asked me if I knew what I was signing and the
implications of it and I said I did. I think they were surprised at the contrast between
my self-confidence and the fact I was about to give myself to another for life. I was
given a pen and signed three copies of my contract, with Master and Mistress smiling to me
as I signed. My Mistress signed next, then Master, then the two men, who wished us luck
and left. One of the contracts was given to me, one to Mistress and the last one was
lodged in the solicitor`s safe. And I formally belonged to them from that moment forward.
I know we couldn`t enforce it legally and I could leave if I wanted but it felt really
good to sign it and still feels good to have it.
As we left the office, Mistress asked me if I felt different and I said that the
contract meant nothing to me. She seemed rather upset by my answer until I told her that I
had considered myself to be hers for some time now and would have agreed to anything she
said without having to have a contract. She was pleased with me for that. I asked her what
would be the first thing she would do with her new possession and she just told me to wait
and see. She promised me each day would bring something new and exciting into my life.
For the past two years I have served them with all the love and devotion I have. There
is nothing they command that I won`t do, so far, and they know it. Considering I`m their
slave and not really fit to be compared with her, she still takes me out with her and we
laugh and have fun together. Anyone seeing us together would think we were sisters, except
she`s far more beautiful than I am. They wouldn`t know she co-owns me. They wouldn`t know
that wherever I go she always makes me wear something (or leave something off) to remind
me of her position over me. Sometimes it`s simple things, like leaving off my panties or
bra. Sometimes I have to wear erotic and exotic jewellery. Sometimes an ankle or wrist
chain. When we`re out in private (like in her car) I often wear handcuffs or light bonds.
The most amazing time was last month when we went to the supermarket together. As we got
out of the car, she undid my handcuffs (a present from Master - plated with real gold)
from one wrist only. When I held the other hand out she told me to leave it on. It felt
odd walking from the car with a pair of gold handcuffs dangling from one wrist and I got a
few strange looks, but that was nothing compared with the looks I got when she chained my
wrist to the handle of the supermarket trolley. She was highly amused each time some
prudish eyes fell on my wrists as I pushed the trolley round as if this was perfectly
normal and I started to giggle too. When we had paid, she just unlocked one wrist (I had
thought for one horrible moment she was going to tease me by leaving me cuffed to the
trolley) and locked them behind me, so I had to walk all the way to the car quite
obviously handcuffed. Luckily it wasn`t a store we use regularly. What could I do but obey
instructions and walk proudly next to her?
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