I quickly skimmed the contract and glanced at page two for the signatures. It looked pretty straight forward, but I began reading everything out loud in the car from top to bottom.
“Andrew has twenty-four hours to review the contract and either accept it or decline it. There will be no negotiations with this contract.” I looked up and stared at the brick wall in front of my parked car. No negotiations to the contract? That was a little odd, but Elise was new to this, so I didn’t hold that against her. I continued on with the reading.
“Within forty-eight hours of signing the contract, Andrew is expected to move into the home of Mistress Elise St. James. He will only leave the property for work, and his weekly work schedule must be provided to Mistress Elise no later than Sunday evening at 8:00 p.m. He is also able to leave the property if accompanied by Mistress Elise.”
I smiled as I read that over again. It truly was like a Master/slave relationship dynamic.
“Andrew must always be ready to please Mistress Elise at a moment’s notice. Andrew’s purpose is to focus on Mistress Elise. He will sleep where he is told and eat and bathe when he is told.
I could live with pleasing her. Feasting on her pussy while she uses a crop on me sounds just fine. I felt myself start hardening as the details continued to unfold in the contract.
“If the contract is accepted, Andrew is allowed to bring his employment uniforms in addition to no more than the following: five pairs of pants, five shirts, one jacket and/or coat, two pairs of shoes, seven pairs of underwear, seven pairs of socks, personal effects that fit in one provided bag.”
That was it. Pretty straight forward. I move in and become her plaything. I take with me only the items that I need, no more, no less. That wouldn’t be a problem because I didn’t have a lot of stuff as it was right now. I shared an apartment with a couple that used to work at the coffee house while both of them were going to college. They’d be happy to have the extra space.
I reached into the glove box and found a pen. There was a line for my initials at the bottom of page one. I flattened the paper against my thigh and scribbled my initials on the bottom of page one. Page two had a spot for my full name and a line for me to date the document. I signed and dated where directed to and then initialed at the bottom.
There were a few lines for me to write any comments or things that I wanted her to know. I set the contract on the passenger seat and thought about it on my way home. After I made myself a microwave dinner, I sat down with the contract again and went over it. By the time I finished my dinner, I had added to the comments line a few things. They were things that I learned from James to be essential and necessary for any partner to be aware of, especially in the capacity that I was agreeing to.
My safe word is ‘red.’ I’m allergic to penicillin. My blood type is B. James Brooks is my emergency contact. If possible, I request that you don’t make any marks or bruises to my face so that I may work without questions.
I was a little disappointed that there hadn’t been a small questionnaire with these types of important questions. I thought about all of the Tops that I have played with at the club; all of them asked these basic questions. Blood type, allergies, and emergency contacts were all listed on file at the club too.
But Elise—Mistress Elise, didn’t ask.
I passed it off as being new to that role. As a submissive, she would expect to be asked these questions, but as a new Top, it had slipped her mind to ask them.
My instructions were to return the contract to her the next day at the coffee shop. My signatures meant that I accepted. I slipped the contract into a fresh envelope and set it beside my car keys to deliver to Mistress Elise tomorrow. Since I only had forty-eight hours to show up on her doorstep with my stuff, I had a long evening ahead of me. I thought about calling Josh over to help, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know yet. I had a feeling that he would advise me against it, and I didn’t want an argument.
I was aware that there were many things that Elise needed to work at to be a better Top, and I was confident that I could help her with that. Plus, I was sympathetic to the fact that she had lost her husband. I knew what it was like to feel heavy loss.
I worked deep into the night and generated two garbage bags full of junk that needed to be tossed out. I told the couple that I was renting a room from that I was going down to Riverside to stay with a friend for a while, but that I still was going to pay rent for the room and keep my stuff there. That way, in case things didn’t work out, I still had a place to live. I sat on my bed and stared at everything on the foot of the bed that I hoped would fit into whatever the “provided bag” was.
I wanted to take my phone charger, a small notebook, a couple of books, a small photo album my dad made for me with pictures of my brothers and me, and some bathroom things. I imagine that even if the bag is just a brown lunch bag size, I could probably fit most things. I might have to forgo the books. Or the bathroom stuff.
I began to weigh my options if it came down to bathroom stuff or the books. I picked up my two books. The novels themselves didn’t hold particular sentimental value, but they were each given to me by my brothers. I flipped open the covers and read their inscriptions, then glanced at the bathroom products. The books were more important.
I was able to pack all of my clothes and one pair of shoes in my duffle bag and set the items that I hoped would fit in the provided bag next to the duffle bag on the desk. I was ready. Before I went to sleep, I thought about texting James. Though, each time I started, I only deleted the text. I both wanted to tell him about this exciting adventure I was about to embark on, but I was also afraid to.
I had enough time before my shift to eat a bagel and have some coffee outside on the patio. Again, I started and stopped a text to James, and I did the same with Joshua. I was excited and eager to tell my friends but was hesitant too.
I started my shift, and within a few hours, Elise showed up with Liz. As the ladies approached the receiving end of the counter, I caught their attention.
“If you ladies would like to take a seat, I will bring your drinks to you as soon as they’re ready,” I offered.
Elise and Liz nodded and then headed toward their usual seat by the window. I checked my apron to make sure the envelope for Elise was still there; it was ready, just like me. I made their coffees and carried them to their table. I set Liz’s down in front of her and then retrieved the envelope from my apron. I set the envelope down on the table and walked back behind the counter.
I looked back at Elise just as she pulled out the contract. She quickly turned to the second page and smiled when she saw my signature. Elise looked over at me and smiled as she put the contract in her purse. Without looking in her purse, she pulled out a folded up brown paper bag and set it on the table. Was that the provided bag? It looked to be a little larger than a lunch bag. I quickly thought about my other items; my books would fit in there and possibly my hair stuff. Maybe not all my bathroom things, but at least the hair stuff.
As I smiled back, it hadn’t escaped my notice that Elise had only glanced for my signature before tossing the contract in her purse. She hadn’t looked at the critical items I listed on the comments line. I reminded myself that she was new, and I’d help her as we went.
8
Elise
I didone more walk through the house to make sure that I had everything in place or put away what I had wanted. I stared at the wooden pallet on my bedroom floor that measured approximately four feet long by three and a half feet wide. This was where my sexy plaything would sleep. I licked the inside of my lip in anticipation of tonight. I couldn’t wait to see his expression when I cuff him to this.
“I wonder how long it will take my plaything to earn a blanket for his bed,” I mused out loud. “I can’t imagine anyone would enjoy sleeping on this rough pallet.” I arched my eyebrow and considered what I had just said and reminded myself that Andrew is a masochist.
