The Contract

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the California sky, I headed down Highway 1 to meet Monica. My fingers gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel, feeling slightly anxious but also excited about what would ensue tonight. With my GPS alerting me that I was here, my eyes bulged at the sight of the house from the driveway. Perched against the backdrop of the setting sun, the house looked like something out of a glossy page of an architectural design magazine. Large, picture windows framed the breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean, dark wooden frames standing against whitewashed walls. I was even more anxious.

As I got out of the car, I fiddled with my white fishnet stockings under my favorite white with yellow flowers sundress. I dipped my head to grab one last look in the driver side mirror. Satisfied with the glance, I walked to the door. Not long after ringing the bell, Monica opened the door and I was immediately struck by the woman before me. Monica, with her rich, dark complexion exuded an alluring presence that commended attention. Slanted, light hazel-brown eyes glistened with a subtle allure, hinting at mystery and mischief. A flat, regal nose, high cheekbones and full inviting lips caught me off guard. Not only that, but her commanding broad shoulders, large tits wrapped in a glossy black corset, with a tight fitting mini skirt that showed off her round ass turned me on immediately. I felt my palms getting sweaty at the thought of being smothered by those tits. Recovering quickly, I looked at Monica and smiled.

“Hello Love, it's good to finally meet you.”

“So great to meet you too. I’m Toni. We’ve been chatting for a while now, but I’m excited to put a face to that voice.”

“Come in.” We enter the house and I take in the surroundings, the modern and mid-century modern mix of furniture, the large windows looking over the ocean. The black feature wall in the living room framed with colorful art.

“Wow, your home is stunning.”

“Thanks, Love. I just finished restoring it. The process was a bitch, but so worth it. Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, please.”

Monica gives me a smirk and raised eyebrow glance as she pours me a drink.

“I think we should go over the contract, just to make sure we are on the same page.”

“Sure.” We sit down at the table and go over the terms.

Satisfied with the terms, I sign the contract and hand it to Monica.

“Alright, let me give you a tour.”

Monica walks me from room to room, highlighting her most prized possessions. We end up in the playroom. It’s breathtaking. On the left, there is a small dining table that has an array of sex toys. Whips, crops, cuffs, dildos, strap-ons, ben wa beads, ribbon, anal plugs, gags, and a yard stick. In the center of the room is a modern four poster bed in a dark ebony wood. There is a loveseat on the other side of the bed. She leads me to the table. I’m investigating the array of pleasure that awaits, and I can’t explain why, but I want to do it all.

Monica whispers in my ear, “Pick a strap.” She rests her hands on my hips.

I pick the long, thick one with ridges.

Monica says, “You’re not ready for that.”

“I know what I can handle.”

“We’ll see, won't we.” Monica retorts.

She tells me to pick one sensory deprivation object: an eye mask for sight, cuffs for touch or a ball gag for taste.

I choose the eye mask. Monica puts the eye mask on me, then grabs my hand and leads me across the room. She has me sit on the floor on her haunches. Monica sits down on the loveseat in front of me.

Monica says, "You're going to have to earn my trust."

"Yes, Monica."

"Don't disappoint me."

"I won't, Monica."

"We'll see about that."