The Work Friend (Part 3)





I surprisingly managed to sleep fairly well. I did not wake up until Emily entered the hotel room and turned the lights on. I could barely hear here walk over to the bed, where she removed the thick winter scarf without saying a word. Whilst I was still sleepy, barely awake yet, I could make her out bringing large sports bags into the room, leaving, and bringing more in. The suspense of not knowing what was in these bags was already killing me, despite my thoughts and expectations that it would likely be coats.

After the third time of coming into the room, she closed the door behind her, and put the 'do not disturb' door hangar outside before doing so. By this time I was fully awake and aware of my surroundings. I took my notice to the room I was quickly rushed into the night before. It was a medium sized hotel room, with a double bed, bathroom, TV, and a couch. Not the simplest room, but not the smallest either.

Emily proceeded to walk over to me on the bed and remove the ball gag. A river of drool came followed the gag as she pulled it out of my mouth, finally giving my jaw some relief. I would later discover that there were far, far larger gags she could have used on me that night.

"I'm sorry if that hurt last night babe, I was just so tired and didn't consider how painful it would have been." She said to me.

"It's fine. It wasn't too bad after a while." I replied.

Emily was being oddly innocent considering that she had practically made me her sub in such a short space of time. Then I remembered the bags. She's being innocent so I don't blame her for anything that's in the bags, I thought. Emily then undid the restraints forcing me into the hogtie, and pulled the hood of the parka down.

"Because you slept in all of that, I'm going to take it off of you for a small amount of time. If you do anything I don't tell you to, or speak when I am, it goes back on, as does the gag, scarf, and restraints and I will try this again tomorrow morning. Meaning you'd be like you were last night for nearly another 24 hours." This threat seriously worried me. I did not want to be restrained like that whilst wearing it all for another hour, let alone 24. So much for her acting all innocent before.

"Ok." I responded, in an extremely submissive voice, not wanting to antagonise her.

"Good." She pulled out a fairly thick binder of paper from the bag she brought over to the bed. Emily then handed it to me. The front had large black writing saying 'Consent Agreement Between Mistress and Slave.' In other words, it was a contract she had drawn up for us. I had a quick flick through the pages, catching appendices titled 'daily routine', 'total submission', 'rules', etc.

"Read through it thoroughly tonight when you get some free time. I need you to write down on the back where I've provided space any things you totally don't want to do. If you have any questions, just ask me. This is for the rest of our lives, and while things can be changed later, they won't be significant." Emily explained to me. "Understand?"

"Yes" came my reply. She gave me a stern look, expecting me to add 'Mistress' onto the end, however I hadn't yet signed the contract so wasn't required to, technically.

I put the contract on the wooden shelf on the side of the bed to read through later on in the day. It was large, easily 50 pages, maybe more. Emily brought over the other bags, opening them and showing me the contents. 5 of them had clothes for me to wear - regular t-shirts, pants, socks, shoes, so on. The last contained additional Bondage gear, with a few more ball gags, a leather armbinder, a leather hood, and some additional leather hand and ankle restraints. She also showed me a bag of padlocks, which she commented she would use to prevent me from getting out of anything.

"I also need your phone. I won't go on it, I just want to be sure you are listening to me today and that you read the contract through properly tonight." I handed her my phone, to which she put into one of the pockets of her jeans.

"Shall I get us something to eat?" Emily then asked.

"Sure, that'd be great!" I looked at the room service menu for the hotel "can I get.."

"No. You don't decide that. I do. You haven't read the contract yet, so I won't punish you for that mistake. However, from now, I decide what you eat during every meal. No debates."

Unsure about this, I relinquished control over the choice of my food to her "Ok, as you wish."

She went on to pick up the phone in the room after browsing the menu for a few seconds, and order some food. She ordered a full English breakfast, whilst I was stuck with a simple bowl of cereal. When the food came, she collected it, and we sat on the couch in the room eating breakfast, whilst watching the news on the TV.

After finishing, she commented "Time to go shopping. I've got a large budget for the day, so there's practically no limit to the amount of coats we'll be buying for you today."

My heart sunk. I was dreading going shopping today.





-aj.





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