“It starts with a lock down,” he began, speaking very carefully. “If I deem it necessary, you’ll be locked up indefinitely, confined, deprived of all freedom and liberally punished, until your attitude has been brought to heel. I don’t suspect you’d want that to happen often, you’ll lose a little piece of yourself, every time you’re re-trained. But I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s bound to happen sooner or later. I will eventually ask you to do something that will challenge you too much. One lock down is no big deal. You’ll survive, and what’s good about it? You’ll be even closer to me when I finally give you back a little liberty. This is what being a slave means. Now sign the contract.”
Extreme as his words and the meaning behind them were, they made my p***y quake spasmodically, as if t
