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Subject: {ASSM} The Seminar, Pt 3, F/f, mc, hum
Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 23:10:05 -0500
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The Seminar, Part 3

I wake up in my cage, but this time the door is swung open and there is
no sign of Diane.  On the floor in front of the cage is a small stack
of papers.  The top sheet says simply, "Read and Sign".  I pick up that
sheet and under is a document that has the title "CONTRACT".  There are
9 pages describing all the things that I will agreeing to.   It goes
over the length of the contract, where I'll live and the rules that
I'll follow while being Diane's property.  On the 8th page I notice a
section specifically about the office - she is using this as an
employment agreement too!  She has included my office dress code and
made it clear that if I don't sign, I will no longer be employed with
her and she'll sell the photos she took.  I spend about 2 hours going
over the contract, back and forth between signing it.  I want my old
life back - doing what I want and having fun.  On the other hand, I
can't afford to loose my job - and I certainly can't risk my reputation
with those photos.  Tears well up in my eyes and begin dropping down on
the paper as I reluctantly sign my name.

I slink back into my cage, crying, waiting for Diane to come in.
Images of the last few days fill my head as I wait.  Finally, I hear
Diane coming.

"Well, did you sign it?", she asks.  "Yes Mistress", I respond quietly.

"Good, then we need to start preparing for our return home".  As she
talks to me she sits down on the edge of the bed.  "Come here and kneel
in front of me".  I crawl over, following her instructions.  She holds
out a silver band that is about  " wide.  It had a little tag hanging
from a loop off the front with the initials DM - Diane Monroe.  She
explains that this is a new collar for me, that will be worn as all
times.  It is a special kind of metal that when the end touch they fuse
together.  She instructs me to remove my present collar and hold my
hair up.  I do so, and she puts the new one around my neck.  When the
end touch I can feel the collar tighten around my neck - not so tight
that it chokes me, but I know it is secure.

She looks down at me and starts talking.  "You do not have to crawl
anymore.  You will walk behind me at all times.  You will never again
call me Diane - even at work - it will be either Mistress or Maam.  You
have signed a 5 year contract.  I have already had a crew sent to your
apartment and had everything brought to my house.  You will be allowed
to gather all your "sentimental" items, two of which you will be
allowed to keep in your room.  The rest will be put in storage.  The
rest of your belongings will be sold.  When we get to the house, you
will call your landlord and give your notice.  I will go through your
clothes and donate any unacceptable clothing to the homeless..."

She continued to give me rules, I listened as my mind whirled around.
Why did I agree to this?  Would it have been so bad to find a new job?
To have the pictures made public?  Yes.  It would.

She got up and began walking to the exam room.  As instructed, I follow
behind her.  It felt good to walk upright again.  She had me get up
into the barber's chair and grab my knees.  She took the strand of
vibrating anal beads and began inserting them into my ass.  I moaned
quietly from the pleasure, hoping that she'd be turning them on.  Next
she slid a 1  " vibrator into my pussy.  While holding it with one
finger, she laced a silver chain through the rings she had pierced me
with the day before.  Pulling the chain so that my lips and clit closed
lightly around the vibrator she removed her finger and locked the chain
in place.

In a nice, cheerful voice she said, "Go shower and clean yourself up
while I lay out your clothes to wear for our trip home!" as she walked
back to our room.

About 40 min. later I returned to the bedroom clean and relaxed.  I had
done my hair and put on makeup - I felt good as new.  Diane had already
changed back into one of her business suits - she looked very
professional.  For me, she had laid out a white blouse, sheer white
bra, a short black skirt, black garter and hose and black 3" heels.
After looking everything over I spoke, "Mistress, where are my
panties?"  With a smile on her face she rose and slapped me across the
face.  "AGGGG" I moaned.  "You don't get the privilege of wearing
panties anymore, understand?".  "Yes Mistress".

I started to dress.  After I was done she looked me up and down, very
pleased. "Perfect!" she exclaimed.  If felt great having clothes on
again!  She turned me around to face the full length mirror in the
corner.  I gasped loudly!  My bra and blouse were SO sheer that you
could see the silver nipple rings shining through!  My face turned
bright red!

She walked me to the door and told me to wait in the car while she
locked up.  There was a short, black limo waiting for us.  I stepped
outside - looking around.  Our building was one of many warehouses
lining the street.  I wondered if they were all used for the same
purpose.

The driver looked me over, grinning, and opened the back door for me.
I climbed in and waited.  Diane got in the car, and within 20 minutes
we were at the airport.

Diane checked HER bags in (I no longer had any).  I followed a few
steps behind her to the gate.  I could feel eyes on me the whole time.
Men leering and women glaring.  I was so embarrassed.  Luckily we
didn't have a long wait before the plane boarded.  Diane handed both
our tickets to the girl and we got on - we were in first class this
time.

Diane told me to take the window seat, which I did obediently.  I was
told to life the back of my skirt so my bare ass was sitting directly
on the seat.  Next she immediately asked for a pillow and martini for
herself, and told the steward that I didn't need anything.

Once we were in the air, Diane leaned over to me and whispered in my
ear. "Be a good slave and don't make a sound".  I just looked at her,
not sure why she would say that - and then I knew.  All of a sudden I
could feel the vibrator come to life.  My body jolted and I gripped the
arms of the seat tightly.  She kept turning the speed to it up and
down.  I could feel my pussy dripping.  The seat under me was getting
damp. A stewardess came by and asked if I was ok.  I didn't even turn
to look at her - Diane told her I was afraid of flying and that I'd be
ok.

My next surprise hit me soon after.  She turned the beads on.  It was
so intense that I thrust my chest out.  The man across the isle watched
with much interest!  I groaned deep in my throat through closed lips.
My nostrils were breathing heavily.  All the time, Diane just sat in
her seat reading and watching through the corner of her eye.  My mind
was screaming inside!  Throughout the entire flight she would make them
buzz at full blast and other times take it away completely.  I was on
the edge of orgasm the whole time.  I sat with my eyes closed, seeing
the fiery red spikes, like a stereo equalizer, in my mind.

The captain came on the intercom and asked everyone to fasten their
seatbelts and prepare for landing.

Diane reached over and clicked my seatbelt closed for me.  Again,
whispering in my ear, "You may cum when we land".

My heart danced - surely if I had not been allowed I would have anyway!

I could feel the landing gear drop.  Diane was making the buzzing more
intense.  Right as we hit the tarmac she pushed everything to its max.
I let out a small moan and my body jerked.  I could feel the cum
soaking my seat.  I had orgasm after orgasm.

While people filed past us off the plane you could tell they smelled
something.  They were looking around with puzzled faces.  The man
across the isle that had been watching was smiling at us.

Before everyone was off the plane Diane stood up and I followed.  You
could see the dark patch on the seat - and everyone knew.  They all
looked at me.  Again, the men leering and the women glaring.  I was so
ashamed.  While in line to get off I felt someone's hand reach under my
skirt and slide up my crack.  I quickly turned my head to see who it
was.  It was a young man in his early 20's - he was licking my cum from
his finger, grinning.  I felt sick.

Diane had her personal driver pick us up from the airport.  We drove to
her house.  I was instructed to remove all my closes, except the
garter, hose and heels before we entered the house.

Her driver offered me a hand getting out and gleefully opened the front
door for us.

Looking at me with a grin, the driver spoke.  "Welcome to your new
home, Slut".





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