Tall slender African, naturally submissive

She´s a tall and slender African woman, from East Africa if you remember correctly. Her long legs are folded under her on the pillow on the floor. Her charcoal black skin is smooth on her back, running up her neck to her buzz cut hair.

She was wearing the legally required **** collar. Black leather with a tag stamped on the back to show who owned her.

Mr. Dennis looked up as I came in. "Ah, welcome Mr Andersson. Please have a seat." He gestured to a simple wooden chair next to the ****. So, I walked over and sat down, quickly noting that the chair was as uncomfortable as it looked. "Me and **** Asha has been finalizing the contract between the two of you. Would you like me to go over her wishes?" Mr. Dennis asks, I nod.

"**** Asha is a naturally submissive person, thus her **** status. She wants you to set a schedule for her and establish routines. She also requests that you hold her very accountable for her actions by punishing her if she misbehaves."

"What kind of punishment are we talking about?" I ask. "This is all very new to me."

Asha speaks up; her voice is a bit dark with a clear accent. "I would prefer if you beat me with a cane or a riding crop Master. The pain deters me and it doesn´t leave any significant marks."

Oh boy, this is definitely outside your experience. A woman who wants you to set rules, fine. But a woman who wants you to beat her if she misbehaves, that´s something else. Mr. Dennis continues. "**** Asha also asks that she be permitted tree things regardless of circumstances. First is to take an afternoon run every other day for 2 hours. This is for her health. Secondly is that you don´t have vaginal or anal intercourse with her when she´s on her period as she experiences significant pain for most of it. Finally she requests that she be allowed to seek healthcare if she´s feeling unwell."

"Why would she need my permission to go to the doctor?" I blurt out. "Since she is designated as property, outside of the contract she has no rights, including the right to healthcare. To my knowledge no owner has ever denied this to their slaves but it's always worth mentioning just in case."

He looks to Asha. "Would you like to add anything?" She smiles. "Only that I´m hopeful that Master Andersson accepts me as his property so that I can serve him."

I take a deep breath and sigh. "This is a lot to take in. If I sign, when will she move in with me?" Mr. Dennis checks his papers. "Ehm, says here she is to come home with you immediately. She will bring her things in her own bag and any of your uncle's things that were related to her will be sent via mail."

I look over at Asha, she´s looking down at the floor seeming perfectly relaxed sitting on her knees naked in front of strangers. While this was a lot to take in in a short time, I can´t deny that the idea of owning Asha appealed to me. My house could be a mess, and at the very least I needed someone to clean it. Maybe not the best reasoning for accepting a ****, but I guess I´ll just have to wait and see where this takes me.

I nod towards Mr. Dennis. "I´ll take care of her." He hands me a few papers. "Sign here, here and here. Also, here." I´m given a pen, and sign the papers. He stacks them and puts most of them in a folder which he hands to me. "Congratulations on your acquisition," He looks to Asha. "and to your submission."
Asha looks to you for permission to do something. "Ehm, go fetch your things." She bows her head and walks over to the wall where a large bag I hadn´t noticed stood.

Oddly I don´t feel as nervous as I did when I walked in. Even though I´m leaving the lawyers office and walking to my van with a tall, slender, African woman following behind me carrying all her possessions in a bag. I open the passenger door for her. "Take a seat. Don´t forget the seatbelt." She sits down in the passenger seat, putting her bag on her lap and buckling her seatbelt. I get in, turn on the ignition and drive off home...