Not For Everyone!

Seventeen was woken up with a shock to the balls, I was already up, I was happy, and looking forward to the day, no frumpy clothes today; I went for a sexy secretary look, and Seventeen got into a latex outfit that inflated to look like a female figure, then he got dressed in the clothes I gave him, and ended up looking like a sexy french maid.

I let Lucy have run of the place, I gave her instructions over breakfast, before grabbing a large handbag stuffed with papers and equipment, and saying goodbye as I ran out of the door.

I got to the house in less than an hour, disguising the car on the way.

I knocked on the door . . . no response. I texted Cara: "tell him there is someone at the door" . . . I knocked again . . . the door opened.

He was skinny but looked clean, and not very confident.

"HI, Jerry? is it?"

He nodded.

"I'm Chloe."

I held out my hand, he took it slowly.

I shook firmly, he looked me up and down, I was currently dressed to impress, sexy heels, black stockings, pencil skirt, black bra under a thin white shirt, and a suit jacket that buttoned up over my midriff and plumped my breasts up.

"You obviously have questions, can I come in?"

He stepped back and ushered me in.

We sat in his lounge, and I started to explain.

"So you are a sub, right?"

Nod.

"But you don't know how to ask a Dominant to take you on, correct?"

Nod.

Well, I am here to make sure you get what you want, and also help you out of this unpleasant situation you are currently in. Here is what I'm going to do, I'm going to give you a slavery contract, I'll give you as much time as you need to read it, then I'll take you on as my ****, and train you and your future Mistress, questions?

"Uh . . . Wh . . . Who . . . is my future Mistress?"

"Oh that's easy, her name is Cara, and you have her here strapped to a chair."

He didn't seem to have any more questions.

I placed the papers on the coffee table in front of him, and said: before you begin, I should probably mention that I haven't had my morning coffee, and I'm a better Mistress when I've been treated nicely.

"Of course, I'll get you some coffee."

He ran off and clattered round his kitchen.

I contacted Cara to update her, she responded thanking me.

He returned with a pleasant coffee in a fine china cup.

"How do you know I'm going to sign?"

You're a sub, looking for a Dom, there is a pretty good chance you'd sign anyway, but your impulses led you to do something illegal, and I'm giving you what you want, plus a way out, either way I'm taking Cara with me, and you can't stop that, so read.

He read, and reread the 10 page contract, filled out the section on his limits, and then signed, and stripped naked.

"See?" I said, as I slipped some handcuffs on him. " I told you, you'd sign."

Click!

You'll make a good sub for Mistress Cara when I'm done with you.

"KNEES!"

He dropped.

I reached down applied a cock cage, then I bent him over his coffee table, and pulled his balls through his thighs so his ass and balls were easily spankable.

I took out a crop, put the toe of a high heel shoe on the side of his head, pinning him, and said:

"How many days have you had her there?"

"4 days Mistress."

"Now I'm going to punish you for that, FIVE strokes, and then we'll deal with your prisoner."

CRACK.

The crop landed hard on his balls, and he gave a short yell of pain, and jerked.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

He screamed himself hoarse, and by the time I was finished his balls were deep red.

I told him what I expected of him, and he shuffled off to get to work, while I went to see Cara.