What does "making it formal" mean?
Pledge of allegiance
You are kneeling naked in the secret room located in the basement of your house. Nipple clamps are attached to your breasts. How did you get there? Is it really the best solution in your situation? Well it kinda is, but you could definitely made better choices in the past. Not that you blame yourself very much. Men are such disgusting pigs. But you have to play the game with the cards you have and right now yours are not the strongest.
"I swear" you read from piece of paper he shoved into your face "that while I am in this room I renounce all my human rights and I'm giving my Master the right to treat my body however he likes."
Obviously it has no legal bearing, but still feels pretty...important considering the circumstances.
"Very well, you also have to sign it."
"There is no pen" you say.
"You won't be signing it with pen" he answers.
"So with what?" you ask, confused.
"With your blood."
Jesus! He wants to kill you! You almost attempt an escape when he takes your hand and pinches it with needle.
"It was sterilized" he says reassuringly.
You put your finger to the paper and write your name on it.
"Good" he says "you can take the clamps off."
"That's all?" you ask surprised.
"For today" he answers. "Tomorrow night will be your real initiation" you shudder involuntarily.
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