13-05-2019, 03:54 PM
While Archana stewed in her guilt and shame, Deepak opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper with several paragraphs of text printed on it. He handed it to her.
"I'm assuming you recognize that you have no good alternatives. It's important that you understand that these terms are non-negotiable. I need you to sign this agreement now to make very clear what you are agreeing to."
Archana quickly scanned the document and her pulse elevated with each line. The boy had obviously spent considerable time preparing it and she wondered how long he had been biding his time waiting for this opportunity.
The agreement was titled "Submission to Ownership" and it began by listing her full name, address and birthdate with a followup designation "hereinafter to be referred to as 'the property.'" It recited that that by signing the agreement she understood she was submitting herself to become the property of Deepak , the designated "owner" and that she was subject to be used by him in any way he desired. The document also stated that, as property, she could be "loaned or sold by the owner without restriction" and that she was to "at all times wear clothing, makeup and hairstyles that her owner approved of."
She felt exhausted and physically spent. Finally she sighed and slowly asked, "Deepak, could we just call it a night and talk about this tomorrow?"
"No, Mrs. Michael. You can leave now if you want, but that will end the discussion and you'll have to accept the consequences. Either agree to these terms tonight or just go ahead and leave."
Archana felt cornered like a trapped animal. She couldn't risk finding out what the little monster was capable of. If those photos were ever put on the internet her life would be ruined. Wearily, she looked up at him and asked, "where's a pen?"
To say Deepak was elated would be an understatement. He gleefully pulled a Bic ballpoint from the bottom of the envelope and handed it to her. As he did he began stroking his cock, which was now making a superb recovery.
"Ah, that's good Mrs. Michael," he declared. "It looks like my friend here is ready to join the party again and you have two more openings I want to fill before I let you go home tonight."
Archana thought she was going to throw up. She'd never allowed anyone to so much as touch her anally — let alone ever considering having an object as gigantic as Deepak's penis inside her back there.![[Image: post_old.gif]](http://web.archive.org/web/20170623125736im_/http://www.xossip.com/images/statusicon/post_old.gif)
4 Days Ago
"I'm assuming you recognize that you have no good alternatives. It's important that you understand that these terms are non-negotiable. I need you to sign this agreement now to make very clear what you are agreeing to."
Archana quickly scanned the document and her pulse elevated with each line. The boy had obviously spent considerable time preparing it and she wondered how long he had been biding his time waiting for this opportunity.
The agreement was titled "Submission to Ownership" and it began by listing her full name, address and birthdate with a followup designation "hereinafter to be referred to as 'the property.'" It recited that that by signing the agreement she understood she was submitting herself to become the property of Deepak , the designated "owner" and that she was subject to be used by him in any way he desired. The document also stated that, as property, she could be "loaned or sold by the owner without restriction" and that she was to "at all times wear clothing, makeup and hairstyles that her owner approved of."
She felt exhausted and physically spent. Finally she sighed and slowly asked, "Deepak, could we just call it a night and talk about this tomorrow?"
"No, Mrs. Michael. You can leave now if you want, but that will end the discussion and you'll have to accept the consequences. Either agree to these terms tonight or just go ahead and leave."
Archana felt cornered like a trapped animal. She couldn't risk finding out what the little monster was capable of. If those photos were ever put on the internet her life would be ruined. Wearily, she looked up at him and asked, "where's a pen?"
To say Deepak was elated would be an understatement. He gleefully pulled a Bic ballpoint from the bottom of the envelope and handed it to her. As he did he began stroking his cock, which was now making a superb recovery.
"Ah, that's good Mrs. Michael," he declared. "It looks like my friend here is ready to join the party again and you have two more openings I want to fill before I let you go home tonight."
Archana thought she was going to throw up. She'd never allowed anyone to so much as touch her anally — let alone ever considering having an object as gigantic as Deepak's penis inside her back there.
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