She comes back earlier then expected

It had been 2.5 weeks since you send Emma out the door when you suddenly heard a knock.

Visitors weren’t unheard of for you but you already had a suspicion who it could be as most of your friends would announce them coming over.

Your suspiciouns were correct, there was your little ****, she was blushing and fiddling with her hands. You let her stand like that for a couple minutes before opening the door.

Long time no see, how can I help you?

I..... she was struggling to find the right words. I’ve decided.

Decide on what?

Ill be your ****

You smiled evilly as you took her arm and pulled her inside. You took the rope in the umbrella can next to the door (you prepared in a couple days in anticipation) ordered her to turn around. She complied. You tied her hands and arms behind her back before leading her further into the house.

As you came in you walked into the living room, and gestured towards the chair to take a seat. You took the seat opposite of her.

What are all these papers? She said whilst looking at the papers strewn all over the table. Why do you have so many: blueprints, spreadsheets, phone numbers, economic stuff and more I don’t even recognizs?

“Oh that” you responded having almost forgot about your scheming for the last 2 weeks. Just something i’ve been working on. I’ll let you know later. For now I just want to make sure: are you sure you want to be my ****? After this I won’t let you change your mind until your contract allows it.

Emma started fiddeling with her hands again, well that what something I wanted to talk about. I do want to become your ****.

But?

But I have some conditions.

Oh? And what might those be?

I want a different contract.

You expected something like this, with such a long term commitment contract as she has. A 20 year period before being allowed to change your mind is long for even the most devout slaves. And so you were willing to accept it. A short term **** is still better than no **** after all. Still you responded as if the idea displeased you: and what do you want to change?

She started blushing again: I want a permanent contract

You were stunned, she was giving her your life on a silver platter to do with what you pleased. Still you recoverd quickly and asked: so whats the catch?

You can’t sell me, I am yours alone. If anybody besides you gets the contract it becomes invalid. If you truly consider me your most valuable property then prove i-

Deal you said with a big smile. I will have to check with a lawyer specialising in legal willing slavery and it will cost some effort but im sure that such an arrangement can be made.

In the meantime

*you stood up*

I think I need to punish a little **** for stealing my property, open your bag.

She complied (which was quite a struggle considering her bound hands) and opened it. Inside you found your hoodie.