Erica's Domestication Contract

"But, but, if I do that, you will see..." she complains but simultaneously follows my orders. She avoids looking at me because of the embarrassment, she is looking at a wall, yet her cunt is totally exposed.

I can see she has a bush, one of the first things she will fix. "This is so humiliating..." she tries to protest.

"That is the point. Humiliation and degradation." As I said that, I get up and move in front of her. I crouch down and keep staring at her cunt from a closer distance.

"Nice cunt, sis, but I don't like that bush. Maybe your boyfriend allows you not to groom it properly, but I won't."

"You want me to shave it?" she asks, without stopping masturbating.

"No, a little hair is fine. Just leave a triangle or something like that, and trim the length. So it can be gently at the touch." These last words would make her jump if she can, but she can't because she cannot stop masturbating, but I still notice that she doesn't like it.

"Don't worry, Sister. I won't touch it. Not yet." I told her to calm her. I can wait.

I wait a few minutes until she was wet enough. Now is the time to explain to her the rules of her new life as my property. I got to a nearby drawer, and I pick a few pieces of paper I had prepared during the weekend that I was waiting for her capture.

I put the documents in from of her.

"What is this?" she asks me.

"A contract I redacted myself. At this point, I usually give some permanent orders to my girls that, upon continuous obedience, will make them devoted slaves to me. But given you are a lawyer, I find it appropriate to redact those orders in a contract."

"A slavery contract? There is no way that could be legal."

"Oh, I know. But it doesn't matter what the law says. This contract is between you and me, and no one else will ever see it. Legal or not, if I tell you to obey, you will do it."

"I won't sign it willingly. Will you order me to sign? I don't see the point in that case." She complains, which is funny; her hands are busy masturbating her.

"Oh, no, Sis. First, it is not a slavery contract. I slaved you when we matched in the APP, and you can't do anything about it. This is a Domestication Contract, which is the terms I will train you. And second, I don't want you to sign it."

"I don't understand."

"Read this," I told her at the same time I point to the first paragraph.

"'For one part, they are reunited Greg Cambell, from now on The Person, and Erica Campbell, from now on The Object.' I am an object?"

"Yes, keep reading."

" 'Both the Person and the Object will sign the contract. The Object, based on the premise that it is a property of The Person, is not allowed to make decisions, including signing contracts; therefore, The Person will also sign the contract in the name of The Object, and for all concern, it would be equivalent to The Object itself accepting the contract. The personal opinion of The Object is not relevant for this contract.' "

"You understand? I don't want to make you agree to my terms. I want to impose them upon you. Now, keep reading."

She stops for a second because a little moan escapes her mouth; some lack of concentration is expected. She has already been touching herself for a few minutes.

" 'The Object must follow all terms from the contract since the moment it read for the first time because it has been written by The Person and therefore has the same value as an oral order by him.' "

"You understand it, right? Just like the APP makes it impossible to disobey me, you can't disobey what I have written here."

"Yes... ahhhh!... I am aware." Those are such cute moans. She continues reading.

" 'The Person is the only male in The Object's life. The Object won't look any other man in the eyes nor stare at their bodies. This restriction does not apply in The Object's work; to keep its job, The Object is allowed to ignore this rule, but it must maintain a strictly professional attitude, for example, no personal conversations with its male coworkers or clients.' Wait, wait, wait! No relation with any other man? What about Jeff, my boyfriend? Please, Greg. We are going to marry soon!"

Marry? With him? No, that won't ever happen. But I won't **** her into breaking that relationship. Eventually, she will do it. So I can make her believe she can have another man but me. Although, of course, I will not allow her to fuck with him.

"Look, don't call me Greg again," I answer her. "I am your brother, so call me brother. Or, if you prefer, you can call me Master or Sir; after all, I am also your owner. But, relax, I am not a monster; I won't **** you into breaking with him. Keep reading."

"Fine...brother", she says. Although I admit that having her call me Master is tempting, she is my sister, and I don't want her to forget it.

Once I can fuck her, I want to hear the word 'brother' in between moans from her mouth.

" 'The Person commits to not **** The Object into breaking its relationship with its boyfriend, Jeff. For that purpose, the previous restriction does not apply to The Object's boyfriend. The Person reserves the right to restrict the interaction between The Object and its boyfriend.' "

"See, you can keep being with him. But if you see him is up to me. So, keep me happy, and I will allow it." I tell her; as she hears this, a sign of relief forms on her face. "Continue," I command her again.

" 'The Person controls what clothes The Object will use every day.' "

"It is simple, Sis. I want you to be pretty. Wear sexy clothes. This outfit do you wear? I don't like it. The skirt is too long. From now on, you will go to work with one that ends below your knees. And show a little more cleavage. Continue", I told her without giving her time to complain.

" 'The Person commits never to use the 'Forget This' perk from the APP on The Object.' What is this? You have not explained to me that part of the APP."

"I have unlocked perks that increase my chance of using the APP. It is like in a videogame when you level up and gain new spells, but here I level up by capturing and enslaving girls in the real world instead of killing monsters on a screen." I laugh just as I say this, but I think she doesn't find it funny.

"The forget this perk," I continue, "allows me to give orders to a girl, and she will forget that she has received the order, but she will obey it anyway, believing what happens is her own decision. She will believe the order came from her instead of from me. I won't do that with you."

"Why?" she asks me.

"Because you are my sister. I want you, and I want you to want me back, but I want this to be sincere. I want you to be fully aware of everything that happens to you and that you know all the time that it is me, the one who is doing this. That way, once you decide to accept your place, you will be the one who makes that decision willingly."

"Brother, that...ahh.. that is...so sweet...ahh!" she answers me just as her moans increase; this last part has put her brought her closer to orgasm.

"Control yourself, Sister. It is too soon for you to cum." I joke, but it works. She reduces her touching so we can continue. "Keep reading."