A permanent contract?

“I want to solidify my reign over you, cheerleader,” Jack said. “Of course your safe word still holds weight, but… you do what I say when I say where I say it. I get to punish you and reward you as I please. I own your body which means you don’t cum without my permission and I can even add a tattoo if I want.”

“Yes, sir,” Miranda said trying not to look to excited about Jack’s newfound power.

“Good,” Jack said. “Then let’s make a contract and submit it to the council. I’m going to make sure this is as legit as it gets.”

Jack pulled up a holodisk and began typing away. She then had Miranda sign. And then she signed. “And done,” Jack said, grinning.