Buxom white brunnette, very horny

She´s a white buxom woman, looked to be average height or slightly above. Her long wavy brown hair went down to her middle back but was swept aside as she turned her head to see you. She looked at me with curious dark greenish brown eyes and flashed me a wide smile.
She was wearing the legally required **** collar. Black leather with a tag stamped on the back to show who owned her.

Mr. Dennis looked up as I came in. "Ah, welcome Mr Andersson. Please have a seat." He gestured to a simple wooden chair next to the ****. So, I walked over and sat down, quickly noting that the chair was as uncomfortable as it looked. "Me and **** Kayla has been finalizing the contract between the two of you. Would you like me to go over her wishes?" Mr. Dennis asks, I nod.

"**** Kayla is a incredibly horny person, thus her **** status. This combined with her breathplay fetish led her down a path of self destructive behaviours which culminated in her being arrested and given over to the authorities. She wants you to, quote. Fuck me hard, **** me hard and smother me whenever I step out of line."

"Just to be clear, I have no experience with this breathplay sort of thing?" I ask. "I only did it once by accident and she didn´t appreciate it."
Kayla speaks up in a bright and happy voice. "You´ll learn quickly Master. For a man with your large hands it will be easy to **** me out of my mind and unlike your uncle you don´t have to use both hands to smother me."

Ok, it sounded simple but the risks were huge. A woman who wants you to fuck her hard and plenty, sounds good. But a woman who wants you to **** her? I´m pretty sure I could crush her windpipe if I really gave it all I got! Mr. Dennis continues. "**** Kayla also asks that she be permitted tree things regardless of circumstances. First is to be allowed to masturbate once in the morning and once in the evening. Due to her libido she finds it hard to get started or end her day without and orgasm. Secondly is that you ignore her period and just have intercourse with her whenever and however you like. Finally she requests that she be allowed to seek healthcare if she´s feeling unwell."

"Why would she need my permission to go to the doctor?" I blurt out. "Since she is designated as property, outside of the contract she has no rights, including the right to healthcare. To my knowledge no owner has ever denied this to their slaves but it's always worth mentioning just in case."

He looks to Kayla. "Would you like to add anything?" She smiles. "I can´t wait to see what Master Andersson is packing in those pants."
I take a deep breath and sigh. "This is a lot to take in. If I sign, when will she move in with me?" Mr. Dennis checks his papers. "Ehm, says here she is to come home with you immediately. She will bring her things in her own bag and any of your uncle's things that were related to her will be sent via mail."
I look over at Kayla, she´s looking up at me with a grina nd horny wink, seemingly unaware that she is naked in front of strangers. While this was a lot to take in in a short time, I can´t deny that the idea of owning Kayla appealed to me. The house could feel empty, and it would be nice to have a woman eager for a fuck around the house. Maybe not the best reasoning for accepting a ****, but I guess I´ll just have to wait and see where this takes me.

I nod towards Mr. Dennis. "I´ll take care of her." He hands me a few papers. "Sign here, here and here. Also, here." I´m given a pen, and sign the papers. He stacks them and puts most of them in a folder which he hands to me. "Congratulations on your acquisition," He looks to Kayla. "and to your submission."
Kayla gives me another of her grins. "So, what do you wanna do now Master?" My mind is blank. "Ehm, go fetch your things." She bows her head and walks over to the wall where a large bag I hadn´t noticed stood.
Oddly I don´t feel as nervous as I did when I walked in. Even though I´m leaving the lawyers office and walking to my van with a buxom naked brunette who seems obsessed with sex following behind me carrying all her possessions in a bag. I open the passenger door for her. "Take a seat. Don´t forget the seatbelt." As she gets in the car her hand brushes over my crotch, giving it a gentle grope. I yank her hand away and she puts. "Aw, you´ll have to grab higher up next time. She then sits down in the passenger seat, putting her bag on her lap and buckling her seatbelt. I get in, turn on the ignition and drive off home...