Demand his subservience

My stomach drops towards my feet. I pull out my phone so I can use its light to read the fine print on the card. It's as bad as I expected. In pursuit of sexual satisfaction, the bearer of the card can demand the complete subservience of any adult male for up to a week. Dammit! This is what Lilah was doing on that computer! I should have paid closer attention. At least the risk of physical harm is forbidden, but otherwise...I can't see any restrictions on what the writ allows.

And Lilah knows that I know how serious this is. It's identical to my own writ--backed by the full force of the government.

I put my phone away. "How interesting," I say as nonchalantly as I can.

"Bullshit," says Lilah grinning. "Don't pretend you don't understand. I've got you...just as much as you've got me... Yeah, doesn't feel great, huh? You're my little cock slave. And I'm your mistress."

"What do you want?" I ask. Her hand takes me, open-palmed, right across the cheek. "Ow! Fuck! What the hell?" I rub my stinging skin. "No physical harm!"

"Oh, please," she scoffs, "that was barely a love tap compared to what I'll do if you keep forgetting a simple honorific!" She waits patiently, arms folded, letting the silence stretch out between us.

"...Mistress." I know I'm beaten. I don't want to go to jail any more than she does. And I can't deny that my cock twitches slightly when I whisper the word.

"That wasn't so bad, right?"

I shake my head morosely. "There's something I'd like to ask, mistress."

"What is it, cock slave?"

"Your demand of me--to serve as your...slave--doesn't erase my demand on you. Shouldn't you...satisfy me first?"

"Oh, I will. Don't worry about that." She bites her lip and her eyes travel down to the bulge beneath my pants. "Something tells me that isn't going to be difficult to do at all." Laughing softly to herself, she turns to head down the sidewalk. "Well, anyway, come along."

"Where are we going...mistress?" I stutter.

"The bus stop. You have a pass in your wallet, I hope?"

"I... Yes, mistress."

"Great! I'd like to drop by the pet store, but it looks like it's closed this late. So we're going to Wal-Mart instead. They should have everything I need."

"Er, what do you need, mistress?"

"You'll see."