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Well, that seemed oddly responsible for a nineteen-year-old. “Agreed. Also, I may choose to have areas of your body laser treated so the hair won’t grow back, but nothing on your head. You’ll be full-body waxed on a schedule to start, and we’ll see how it goes.” Well, not to start, because I’d need to be certain she wasn’t going to go blabbing about being a prisoner, but I didn’t think it would take terribly long to get her there.

When she didn’t argue, I made the changes to the body-mod clause to show no tattoos, and no facial piercing with the exception of a possible tongue piercing or septum piercing, and that I’d be responsible for paying to fix any dental issues that arose as a result. I also added that I reserved the right to decide how to keep her body free of hair from the neck down. It was all in legalese, but I didn’t bother translating it into English for her. She was more than capable of understanding. Technically, the wording was left so I could brand her, if I chose to, though I was no longer certain I wanted to. It’d seemed important, at first, but now I was working towards making herwantto be my slave, and I didn’t want to fuck that up.

“One more clause I want,” she said. “I didn’t think of it earlier or I’d have typed it out, but you have to get me on birth control pills, and if something goes screwy and I get pregnant, you have to arrange for a safe abortion.”

I’d intended to get her on the pill. We have a retired doc on the payroll, and he takes care of our workin’ girls, amongst other things. I’d figured it was best not to put it into the contract, but I already had the wording mostly together in my head, so I typed it up, saying I’d have a doctor prescribe birth control pills or another birth control option she approved of, and that I’d provide a safe abortion from a retired medical doctor should an unwanted pregnancy result.

“Remove the wordunwanted, please.”

Little Daisy was sharp as a fucking tack, picking up on the fact that if I said I wanted her pregnant, it was no longer an unwanted pregnancy. I doubted I’d want to get her pregnant, but I’d hedged my bets, just in case. Without comment, I deleted the word, and she met my gaze again.

“Okay. I’ll sign it.”

Chapter 12

Dozer

I printed two copies of the document, and she signed and dated both while I shot a video of her doing so, and had her say to the camera she wasn’t signing under duress, and that in her view, both parties were getting something out of the contract. She was guaranteed a way to make a living wage when the term ended, she was guaranteed a roof over her head, clothes, food, and her other basic needs met, and I would be getting sexual services. Because legal contracts can’t include illegal activities, she understood it would never stand up in a court of law, but morally, both parties were obligated to the terms of the agreement.

And yeah, she added that last part without me telling her to, but that was fine because it was absolutely correct.

I’d purchased manila envelopes, and I put the contracts into two of them and labeled one as her copy.

And then I opened the desk drawer and drew the legging pieces, duct tape, and eight steel o-rings out that I’d put into it earlier. I’d cut leggings into four, six-inch-long sections, and I put one on her wrist, folded it over smoothly so it fit well, and then wrapped the duct tape around the cloth. I was careful to get it snug enough she wouldn’t be able to get it over her hand, but not so tight it would restrict circulation. I did the same with the other wrist and both her ankles, securing the o-rings in as I went. She ended up with a ring at the front and back of both wrists, and at both sides of her ankles.

My cock grew rock-hard during the process, and the scent of her slowly increasing fear helped it right along.

When I finished, I took my shirt off of her, and then used carabiners to connect her wrists behind her back, and then her ankles together. Her scent went from fear, to dread, to just shy of terror, but I didn’t say anything to alleviate her worries. She was right to be afraid, and I wasn’t going to lie to her.

I stretched her out on a table facedown and looked over her tatts. Her ass was pastel pink angel wings without the angel, and she had several different kinds of wings on her back, symmetrical so you thought it was a design until you looked closer. Different kinds of bird wings, but I didn’t know enough about birds to tell. Logically, it was probably eagles and hawks, but maybe not. Wings represent freedom, right? I looked back to her ass and wondered what made them angel wings, and realized it was the color. The others were done in browns and tans, and they were smaller. The one on her ass was more ethereal looking, wisps instead of lines.

“The plan is to have my back entirely covered. I’ve designed and drawn more wings, and then, eventually, feathers and other things to fill in between all the wings.”

“Tell me about the one on your ass.”

She sighed. “It’s the outline. I couldn’t afford the full thing. I have a picture of it I can get to online. I thought I wanted all these colors of pinks, but it’s possible I’ll want it another color when it comes time to do it right. It felt important to get the basis of it on, though, and the pale pink will be easy to work with later if I decide I want another color.”

“What kind of wings are they?”

“Mine. No special bird. I drew them based on the best of a lot of birds in nature, but I made them to fit my ass. I have the wings of kestrels, several kinds of owls, hummingbirds, the deep purple ones are raven’s wings, and there are a few kinds ofhawks. Also, several different kinds of songbirds. Nothing black. All colors. Once I have all the wings tattooed on, the feathers that’ll eventually be on my butt will fill in between all the other wings, going up my back, to tie it all together into a single tattoo.”

“And did you plan to eventually ink places that aren’t covered by clothing?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” She took a breath. “Tattoo artists can have tattoos, right? It’s expected.” A sigh. “But, it seems to me, I need to be older before I ink the public places. My desire to fly the nest, to escape my family, is kind of private, and maybe someday I’ll go in public in a two-piece bathing suit so people can see it, but I can also wear a one-piece and keep it private. My arms and legs, though, maybe I’ll be someone else at twenty-five, when I’m free and I can be my own person. I should keep some blank canvas available for that person. I have a colorful sketch of brushes and pens, art stuff, I might want somewhere, but maybe I’ll want to express that differently, later.”

This little thing was full of surprises, and I was happy she was being so forthcoming, but it was time to take her voice for a while.

“Thanks for your honesty.” I patted her shoulder and then rolled her to her side before I swung her legs off the side of the table and sat her up so she was facing me. “It was important I understand. The thing is, everything else I need to learn about you in the short term, I’ll learn best while you’re silenced.” I showed her a pair of chopsticks, already rubber banded on one end. “Stick your tongue out.”

I’d mostly moved her as I wanted her up to this point. She hadn’t tried to fight me, but she also hadn’t been obliged to follow specific orders since she’d signed the contract. She was going to have to test things at some point, so I wasn’t surprised when she shook her head and kept her mouth closed.

I didn’t get mad, didn’t show annoyance. I merely pulled heavy-duty construction clamps from my pocket, put them on her nipples without fanfare, and once she’d stopped screaming and then begging for relief, I told her, “I have more. The next goes on your clit. Stick your tongue out before I can count to ten, and I’ll take the clamps off your nipples once I finish binding you.”

I counted fairly fast, and I made it to six before she stuck her tongue out. Thankfully, she left it out long enough for me to get the rubber bands on the other side of the sticks.

“I’ll run home and get the proper tools at some point,” I told her. “I have a bit gag with a tongue depressor that will keep you from being able to form words, and it’ll be a lot more comfortable, but for now, this is going to keep you out of any trouble your tongue might get you into, so be grateful for it.”

Her glare told me she wasn’t even a tiny bit grateful, but that was okay. I lifted her, gently settled her over my shoulder, and made my way to one of the bedrooms.

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