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Tina\'s Contract

Part 1

My name is Tina White and I’m twenty eight years old

CHAPTER 1         THE INTRODUCTION

 

My name is Tina White and I’m twenty eight years old. I have been married for a little over two years now but my married life has changed into a nightmare a little over two months ago. My husband David was given a promotion and a transfer to take over the Milwaukee office. We were provided a home in the suburbs about twelve miles from his new office. Little did I know that along with the incentive package he received in his promotion, there was an incentive package given back in return….. me!

 

I was to agree to become a agreeably submissive toy that would be the central entertainment at all the business parties of my husbands supervisor,  Vice President of Operations. In return, we were given a beautiful large home, new car and my husband would be running up the Milwaukee office with a six digit annual salary. When he told me, I could hardly say no, but I did. I was horrified at the very though, I felt betrayed and cheated.

 

As David explained things, my fears began to fade. The money would be several hundred thousands dollars a year. Our home was something out of a dream magazine. And other perks along the way. All of this and more was ours if I agreed.  But agree to what?  David said if I was willing to at least look into it, we were invited to a private meeting where all would be explained.  No pressure. Just find out and decide after we had time to think about it.  Well, I guess it can’t hurt to just find out, right?

 

Friday night we arrived at one of the upper wheels of the company. The home was like a mansion with a brick drive and a circular loop at the front door with a large fountain in the center. There was a black limo in the loop. We walked up to the door, and God knows, my stomach was doing flip-flops and my knees trembling. David squeezed my hand.

 

An older gentleman opened the door, and let us in, taking our coats. We were led down a long hallway to a cozy room with a bar and some soft jazz playing. The older gentleman offered us drinks. I took a double and downed it and had a second.  After several minutes, David’s supervisor and his wife entered. They were dressed like millionaires, greeted us.

 

Small talk lasted only a few minutes, and then John, David’s boss, took the floor. He stood up and said, “lets clear the air, shall we?.  David, you have been a faithful member of our team, and your hard work has earned you a chance for a wonderful opportunity. We don’t need to discuss the business side of our offer. But we need from you, Tina, to understand that if you are willing to submit to what we are asking in return, you can have a life lacking nothing. Your husband will be able to provide you with a home like this one. Furs, jewelry, anything you can think of. Travel around the globe if you wish. It’s all up to you, my dear.”

 

Everyone was looking at me. I had begun to feel bolder after the liquor I had been downing. I cleared my throat, and in a somewhat timid voice, asked: “But what exactly are you asking of me? I mean, what is it you expect me to do so my husband can have this wonderful opportunity?”

 

“Simple. You will agree by signing a contract to be a submissive, willing party to be available when needed to enliven our otherwise quite ordinary business parties, as well as an occasional visit to Margie and myself when instruction is needed to help you be more effective in your tasks at these business parties.”

 

I still knew absolutely nothing. It was all double talk, or perhaps the alcohol was blocking my mind from understanding what he was saying. But I blurted out, “I don’t know…. I’m not quite sure what you mean.”

“Come on, my dear. It’s not difficult, really. You are a very beautiful young woman. I think it will all be come more clear in a few moments. Margie, have Annette bring us some more ice, will you please?” He asked of his wife, who smiled. She pushed a button on the wall and in a few moments, a stunning young girl, completely naked walked in and asked if she could get us anything. Annette, this is Mr. and Mrs. White. Please tell Mrs. White a little about yourself.”

 

This model like young girl, perhaps early twenties, with long blond hair, perfect pointed breasts that were firm and pointing slightly upward. No pubic hair and not an ounce of fat.

 

“Hello Ma’am, my name is Annette. I am twenty three years old; my measurements are 32-C – 21 – 32. I am married to a wonderful man named Tim who works for the company. I have no children, and love being nude. I hope you approve of my shaved pubic area, it’s new for me. Is there anything I can get for you?”

 

“Some ice perhaps.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am, right away. Does anyone else need anything?”

 

“Not right now, dear, but in a few minutes I’d like you to show Mr. and Mrs. White some entertainment.”

 

“Oh, yes sir. Right away sir.”

 

Se went out of the room, and my chin was on the floor. David was all smiles.

 

“Now, Tina…. Wouldn’t you say that she livens up things a bit?”

 

“Wait until  you see her entertainment,” Margie said to me tapping my arm. “You’ll love it, I’m sure”

 

Wit that, a fresh ice chest was brought in and placed on the bar. Annette took my glass and freshened up drink, then asked for us to all have a seat and she would begin.

 

I sat next to Margie on the sofa. Not sure what was about to happen. By this time you could have bought me for a quarter. The lights were dimmed, and Annette stood in the center of the four of us. She closed her eyes and began caressing her breasts. As she did, she began to speak.

 

“I love the way my breasts make me feel. They are so soft. My nipples are so sensitive, and hard.” She moaned a little as she began pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

 

“I feel myself growing very wet. My pussy responds when I play with my nipples. And I love being shaved. It feels so smooth.” She said as she began rubbing her pubic area. She opened her legs and took a finger and slid it back and forth in her slit, rubbing some juices over her clit. Then a little jerk and moan, and her finger disappeared in her pussy. She licked her fingers and did it again. Standing no more than four feet away from us, this beautiful creature was playing with her naked body and describing every detail of what she was doing and how it felt. She described how she tasted. Slowly she went until her panting and moaning quickened. She was screaming, then she exploded and jerked with a several strong orgasms making her knees buckle and she went down on the carpet. Laying back she spread her legs wide open and fingered herself, licking her fingers and rubbing and pinching her nipples.

When she had caught her breath and regained composure, she stood up, and begged our forgiveness for being so rude and vulgar in front of us. She asked if anyone thought she should be spanked for her improper behavior. Of course, Margie said she did, and she was to fetch herself over Margie’s lap this instant. This little darling laid herself over Margie’s lap, her ass pointing directly at my face. I could see her soaking wet pussy and anus. Margie gave her twenty nice swats with her hand, and then sent her off to get some snacks.

 

I was so flushed, my panties were drenched, and I just knew that Margie could smell me. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, I can’t wait until that’s you laying over my lap my pet.  I was so hot. I envisioned myself naked before strangers at the beck and call of these wealthy corporate types seeing my naked breasts, my naked and shaved pussy. Standing there telling strangers all about my body as I played with my self and brought my self to an orgasm as they watched.  I could do this. I wanted to do this.

 

“I accept the offer, Mr. Nichols. I mean, John. I accept your gracious offer so my husband can have the kind of life he deserves. I will be your submissive entertainment at your parties.”

 

“Well, there’s a bit more to it than that. We need to know you mean what you say, and it’s not just the liquor talking.”

 

“How can I prove it?  I will sign your contract tonight, sir. Please?”

 

“That would be fine my dear, but first we need to see if you can handle it. With David’s permission, I’d like you to come up here where Annette stood and strip naked. Tell us about yourself, and lets see a sample performance.”

 

My heart beat a few hundred beats and came up into my throat. I looked at David, who was smiling and winked at me. I stood. Walked over to the spot where Annette was moments ago. I could still smell her pussy. I removed my shoes. My dress, and my slip. Slid my pantyhose off and face the group in my bra and panties.  Unhooked my bra, and let it slowly fall to the ground, then my panties slid down past my trimmed pussy and hit the floor. By this time Annette came back and was serving a tray of snack things. I was in a daze. So turned on to see  her hot body again. I began caressing my somewhat larger breasts than Annette’s.

 

“My breasts are very sensitive as well.,” I said. Squeezing them and rubbing the palms over my nipples. I felt my pussy dripping some juices down the inside of my legs. My legs were trembling.

 

“My nipples are very aroused and I love having them pinched. My measurements are 34D – 32 – 34. And Sir John, if it’s ok and acceptable, may I please have Annette join me?  I have such a hot desire sir to suck on her sweet pointed breasts and lick her soaking wet pussy while all of you watch me.”

 

Annette didn’t need to be ordered; she just put the tray down and came over to me. She embraced me and we kissed like lovers. Her tongue deep in my mouth. She was fondling my breasts. I knelt down and kissed her breasts, then her tummy, and then her pussy. I pulled her down to me and sucked her nipples, licking them and biting. She was moaning again. I found my way between her legs, and kissed her slippery pussy. Licking her clean. I forced my tongue between her pussy lips and found her drenched entrance. I licked and ate her like I had been a pro, even though I had never had any kind of lesbian sex before. We put on quite a show. Both having several orgasms. When it was over, we both ended up on Margie’s lap getting twenty.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2         MY INSTRUCTIONS

 

 

With contract signed and the move to Milwaukee a month behind us, I anxiously awaited for my part of the contract to be called upon. I was so nervous. Not a day went by that I didn’t dream about what happened back home in John and Margie’s house with Annette. And my part as I was intoxicated by both the alcohol and my own sexual desires, giving into the lust that took over my whole being, was now leaving me with thoughts of regrets.

 

We had met David’s coworkers and lunched with many of them and their wives. David even introduced me to his supervisors. All the VP’S in the Milwaukee office.  Who would be the one? Who was going to control my life? When? How? What would I be ordered to do? I was getting so scared. A cold, numb feeling went through me every time I thought about it. I tried not to think about. But it haunted me.

 

I dint’ have long to wait. It was now six weeks after the move, we were pretty  much all settled into our new fantastic home. When I picked up the mail on Monday, September 15th there was a pink envelope in the stack of mail. I will never forget this date. It is burned into my brain. September 15th. The envelope was addressed to me with no return address. Curiosity was getting the best of me, thinking who was sending a belated congratulation card, or perhaps welcome to the neighborhood card. I tore it open, pulled out the card, and the words on the front of the card made me freeze. YOU’RE SERVICES ARE REQUESTED.

 

I couldn’t open it. My hear began beating hard. My head began to tingle like I was going to faint. My stomach was felling sick. I opened the card and another white smaller envelop dropped out. It was sealed with the words…. Do Not Open Until Friday the 19th.  The card had instructions inside which I read.   Hello Tina. It’s time to begin your contractual duties. Your services are required for this Friday night at 7:30 PM Sharp! You will in preparation for this event follow these instructions.

1) You will be completely shaved with no stubble for Friday night. No pubic hair anywhere.

2) You must not be on  your period. If you are on your period this week, you will call me immediately so this event can be rescheduled for the following week.

3) You will not open the smaller white envelope until Friday morning. You will open this envelope and follow all the instructions inside to the letter.

4) You are not to have any orgasm from the moment you read these instructions. David will understand.

5) You will not discuss any of this with David. You will not even discuss the event or this letter. David will be informed of the event. He also will not be permitted to discuss any part of this with you.

 

It was signed Judy. Who the hell was Judy? Had I met a Judy? My hands were shaking. I knew that there was only one course of action. There was no other choice but to do as I was being ordered. If I broke the contract, David would loose his job, we would loose this house, and everything would be gone. I would obey, I must.

 

I was unable to sleep Thursday night. I tossed and turned. But I must have fallen to sleep eventually as I remember waking up thinking it was all a dream. But it hit me like a ton of bricks. I jumped out of bed and looked at the clock. 9:30 AM.  I ran to my purse, got out the little white envelope and stared at it. Shaking, I ripped it open.  A piece of paper, folded with more typed instructions.

Good morning my dear. Tonight is the big opening for you. Your first event. I know you area nervous and that’s not only expected but actually good. It adds to the enjoyment of the guests knowing this is your first time. Your orders for today in preparation of the event are simple.

1)      You will remain naked all day. We don’t want any lines in your skin from tight clothing.

2)      You will obviously remain at home.

3)      You will soak in a hot tub then shave under your arms and all  your pubic hair for a final close smooth result.

4)      Your hair is to be natural, clean, and perfumed. You may style it, but no hair spray

5)      You will not paint your nails

6)      You will apply modest make-up if you wish. Pale soft colors only

7)      You will douche

8)      You will not eat or drink anything after 4:00 pm

9)      You are to have NO alcoholic beverages at all today

10)  You will take no medication other than any prescribed medication that is required daily

11)  You will wear no body powder, but are expect to wear light perfume

12)  You will be ready tonight by 6:30pm

13)  You will wear only a long rain coat over your naked body

14)  You will be escorted by a driver to and from your home to the even and back. When the driver arrives he will ring your door bell. You must open the coat to assure you have met with the details of these instructions for this event. If there are any concerns, the driver will telephone me immediately and report your disobedience. If everything is in order, you will taken to the limo and brought to the event.

15)  Expect to be at the event 45 minutes early.

16)  The event will conclude around 2:00 AM

 

I was really shaking now. My mind was spinning. I tried to calm down. Took some deep breaths. I tried to think about tonight, remembering Annette. Be calm, professional I told myself. But the scenario kept playing out in my mind. Couples sitting, drinking, having a good time, and waiting to see me, naked and openly exposed. Serving them like a common slut working in a titty-bar.

 

Oh God, was I going to be spanked tonight? I had forgotten about that. Was I going to have to stand in front of them and explore my naked body in a sexual way, masturbating to orgasm while telling these stuck-up rich people what I was feeling?  I had to pee.

 

The clock raced. Faster than my hear I think. It was now 3:00pm. I had my last meal. I couldn’t finish it. I drew a hot bath, and set the clock by the edge of the tub for one hour. I soaked and tried to relax. When the alarm went off, I got out of the tub, and lathered up my legs, and shaved them. Shaved under my arms. Then sitting on the edge of the tub, with a large full length mirror next to the tub, how convenient  I thought as all of this was designed by the ones controlling me, I looked at my self. I stood up and viewed my naked body. I did look sexy. My breasts were full and pointed. My waist was narrow and my hips shapely. My pubic area was looking tempting as I stared at my hairless pussy. Like a 15 year old I thought. My lips were tightly together with just a line coming up between them. I lathered up and began to shave. I sat on the edge again and spread my legs and every so delicately shaved any stubble I found. Even between my ass cheeks.  I got back into the hot water and soaked a while before drying off. Didn’t want to be wrinkled for the event!

 

I dried off, fixed my hair so it was long, soft and sexy. Sprayed a little of my best perfume and did my eyes and lips. They’re going to love me, I thought. I squeezed my breasts and pulled my nipples imagining I was standing in front of the group. I felt myself  tingle and quickly stopped. I didn’t want to get myself smelly.

 

Found the London Fog that was given me when we moved in. Now I know why they gave me such a nice gift.  Not because of the weather here, but to cover a naked body for an event. The clock said 6:14, and I waited in the living room by the front door. Right on time a car drove up the driveway and around the circle by the front of the house. My heart sank and I stood up and went by the front door and waited.

The bell sounded and I opened it. Scared and trembling,  I opened the door slowly, and saw a large black man in a tuxedo. About 30 years of age, smooth face, quite good looking. He was very tall and impressive looking.  He nodded, and said in a deep voice, “Are we ready Ma’am?”   I replied with something like, “I think so”, and then bowing my head in shame, I looked down at his highly polished shoes; I opened my rain coat and held it wide open for his inspection of my naked shaved body. Not hearing anything from him, I slowly gazed back up and he was staring at my pussy.

“Is everything in order sir?” I said.

“Everything seems to be in order, Ma’am. Please come with me.”

 

I locked the door, and followed him. He opened the door and then said: “I’ll take the raincoat Ma’am.”

“What?  They never said I had to..”
”Ma’am, please it’s my orders. The raincoat, please.”

 

I paused, staring at him, then stripped off the coat and entered the car completely naked. The seat was like ice, and my nipples were exploding off my chest as the temperature was in the 40’s. We drove only a few minutes and pulled into another large, lavish driveway up to a monster of a house that was all lit up.

 

The driver stopped, got out, and opened my door.  He took my hand and walked me up to the front door. Rang the bell, and then left me there. He returned to the car and drove off. My knees were shaking and I was freezing from the cold and from my situation. Alone, naked at a strangers home with no raincoat or vehicle to retreat to.

 

In seconds, someone would open that door and lead me into a  home of people to gawk at my breasts, shaved pussy, and tight ass. I would be naked for hours and hours. I would be humiliated, sexually stimulated, and no doubt punished as was Annette.

 

Then my thoughts were jarred back to reality as I heard the deadbolt being unlatched and the door swung wide open.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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