Message-ID: <24541asstr$960315044@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ferndoc@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8hj2th$29e$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Jun 06 14:47:19 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP: Master Chris Story.47 For a Price - Chapter 1 (M/f D/s) Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 14:10:48 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, Vulpine Story.47A The Master Chris Collection FOR A PRICE --------------------------- - Chapter 1: The Contract Kathryn looked out the window of the Boeing 747 and wondered for the thousandth time if she had made the right choice. It was almost a month ago that she had been approached by a handsome man with a remarkable proposition. How they had gotten her name and how they seemed to know everything about her had been a mystery at first. It had been a hectic day at work that fateful Friday. When Kathryn had arrived home there was only one message on her answering machine. "Hello Miss Duel.", said the disembodied voice, "My name is Alexander March. We have not met. However, i have been told that you might be interested in an exciting business opportunity. I'd like to meet with you to discuss it. You can reach me at the Hilton Hotel." Her curiosity piqued, Kathryn wondered what on earth the cryptic message meant. She kicked off her shoes and started to undress as she headed for a well deserved shower. Leaving a trail of clothes behind her as she went, Kathryn considered whether to return the call. Certainly she had never heard of this Alexander March but the idea of an 'exciting' adventure intrigued her. The hot water of the shower was soothing and Kathryn let the hot water cascade over her as she cleaned away the sweat of a hot, stressful day playing secretary. Kathryn wrapped a huge bath towel around her as she stepped from the shower. Kathryn headed for her closet. If I'm going to meet someone about a job, I'd better dress properly, she thought. After some consideration, she picked a skirt and blouse combination that was very feminine but still professional. As she dropped the towel, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. 'Mmmm, not bad.', she said to herself. Her 23 year old body was, in fact, in perfect condition. Her 34B breasts were firm and well shaped. Her nipples were dark and unusually thick and pointed up slightly. Turning to face the mirror, Kathryn took an appraising look at her well tanned body. The tan line at her waist accentuated her tight tummy and curved hips. Her breasts were also well tanned thanks to a couple of vacations to Caribbean islands where topless sunbathing was the norm. Kathryn's hair was short, blond and curly both above and below. 'A true blond.', she giggled. Kathryn watched her nipples crinkle and extend as she began to get turned on. "It's sure not hard to tell when you're turned on", she accused her reflexion as she pulled on her bikini panties. Her beige skirt and white silk blouse looked good with her tan and Kathryn decided against stockings or a bra. Her telephone call to the Hilton was next. "Hello Mr. March?", asked Kathryn in a tentative voice. "Yes?" "My name is Kathryn Duel. I understand your looking for me." "Ah yes, Miss Duel. I have a business proposition for you that I think you'll find interesting." "Can you tell me what it is?", asked Kathryn. "Certainly, but I'd prefer it if I could do so in person. Can I treat you to dinner?" "Alright.", answered Kathryn. "Good.", said the man, "A limo will pick you up in an hour." The phone went dead before Kathryn could even say goodbye. An hour later, the limousine picked up Kathryn in front of her door. Kathryn wondered what she was getting herself into. This was certainly not like any job interview she had ever been on. A handsome, well dressed man was in the back seat. The first thing Kathryn noticed about him were his eyes. Even in the dim light of the limo, they were a piercing steel grey. Kathryn felt like they were looking right through her. "Good evening Miss Duel. I am Alexander March. We'll be eating at a french restaurant. One of your favorites, I believe." "How do you know so much about me?", asked Kathryn. "I'll explain everything shortly." he replied. Their table was waiting for them at Chez Pierre's. It was, as promised, her favorite restaurant. Mr. March had arranged for a secluded table in an alcove where they could talk privately. Despite Kathryn's curiosity, the conversation was very general all through the meal and Kathryn found herself very comfortable in Alexander's company. When coffee was finally served and the waiter had left them alone again, her dinner companion turned to the subject of his offer. "Miss Duel,", began Alexander, "I represent an extremely wealthy British businessman who is currently living on his own island in the Mediterranean near Greece. This man is a billionaire several times over. He has some unusual interests, one of which I think matches your own. Each year, this gentleman hires a young person such as yourself for a one year contract. The pay for this contract is $250,000 tax free." Kathryn gasped audibly as her eyebrows raised. "And what do I have to do for a quarter of a million dollars?", she asked suspiciously. Alexander smiled, "This gentleman is one of a large group of people who share similar tastes. You are one of that group. "Oh?", asked Kathryn, "What group is that?" Alexander smiled again. "It consists of people who enjoy sexual dominance and submission." Kathryn was stunned! She stared back at Alexander with her mouth hanging open. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. When she finally found her voice again, it was a mere whisper, "How did you know that I... I..." "That you enjoy that kind of play?", offered Alexander. Kathryn nodded. "It is my job to discover young women such as yourself Kathryn. When I made some discrete enquiries, I came across your last boyfriend, Robert who gave me your name." Kathryn barely heard him. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. She thought back to Robert who had first introduced her to the delights of bondage. she remembered the first time he had blindfolded her and how wonderful it had been. She remembered the first time she was tied helpless and the sensation of pulling frantically at her bonds as Robert licked her to orgasm. Truthfully, sex had not been exciting since Robert. With an effort, Kathryn brought herself back to the table and this strange man with the piercing eyes who was watching her quietly. "What would I have to do?", she asked quietly. "For a period of one year, starting approximately one month from now., you would be the sexual slave of my employer. There are numerous conditions laid out in a contract you would sign but essentially, you would have to obey all demands made of you during that time. you would not suffer any permanent damage or injury. this offer is a one time offer only and will not be repeated. Also, the offer is contingent on you receiving a clean bill of health from our physician. At the end of the year, you will receive transportation to any location in the world and the equivalent of $250,000 U.S. in the currency of your choice." Kathryn let out a long breath. For a long moment, nothing was said as the two of them looked at each other. Kathryn's mind raced in a hundred different directions at once. It was quite an offer. To her surprise, Kathryn noticed that not only were her nipples suddenly hard as rocks but that she was soaking wet! The whole idea turned her on! 'I must be crazy.', Kathryn thought to herself as she considered the offer. "How long do I have to decide?", she asked Alexander. "Until tomorrow morning at 9:00AM.", he replied "Alright.", she said, "I'll tell you my decision by then." Kathryn did not get any sleep. The more she thought about the offer, the more attractive it seemed. The money was certainly attractive but even more than that was the excitement of the offer. Kathryn was definitely not happy with her life the way it was now. By 7:00AM Saturday morning, Kathryn had made up her mind. Alexander's phone answered on the first ring. "O.K., I'll do it.", she told him. "Very good.", he replied. "Be at this address at noon today for your medical." Alexander gave her the address of a downtown medical complex. When Kathryn arrived at the doctor's, she was the only patient. The doctor, an older man, ushered her into the examining room herself. Over the next 45 minutes, Kathryn was subjected to the most thorough examination she had ever experienced. Among other things, the doctor took blood and urine samples and recorded her exact measurements and weight including her shoe size and a number of other measurements that Kathryn found unusual. 'Why would they want my wrist size or my ankle size?', she wondered. When he was done, he handed Kathryn a paper gown and told her to put it on and then join him in his office. Kathryn donned the rear opening gown and did up the ties at the neck and the small of her back. She always felt strangely vulnerable wearing one of these gowns and she was feeling quite vulnerable as she entered the doctor's office. To her surprise, Alexander was already sitting with the doctor. Kathryn blushed self consciously as she entered the room. "Everything checks out.", the doctor was telling Alexander, "We'll have the blood and urine tests back within the hour." "Very good.", said Alexander. "Hello Kathryn.", he smiled, "I'm going to take you to lunch shortly and when we return, if the test results check out o.k., we'll have your contract ready to sign. Also there's an envelope here with $20,000 in cash as an advance that you can use to wind up your affairs over the next month. Before we go though, there is one more thing. Given the peculiar type of arrangement we're making, I'm sure you'll understand why. I'll be returning with the contract to my employer today and he'll want to know exactly what you look like. I'll need a couple of photographs of you in the nude." Kathryn felt a hot blush hit her face as she heard the request. "Please remove your gown Kathryn.", said Alexander. Kathryn's hands were trembling as she reached behind her to undo the ties to the thin paper covering that was her only protection from the unrelenting gaze of this unusual man. Kathryn slowly pulled the gown from her shoulders and held it for a moment at her breasts, putting off the final exposure for yet another moment. Finally, as though making a decision with herself, she let the flimsy gown fall to the floor. Kathryn felt a tear of humiliation trickle down one cheek as Alexander looked her up and down appraisingly. To Kathryn's further embarrassment, her nipples tightened uncontrollably and began extending out from her tanned breasts. "You're very pretty Kathryn.", said Alexander. "Thank you." whispered Kathryn. Alexander reached for the camera on the desk. Kathryn blinked as the flash went off. "Very nice Kathryn, now please clasp your hands behind your head." Kathryn obediently did as she was asked. Again the brilliance of the flash illuminated the room. "That's fine Kathryn. You can drop your hands. Now please turn and face away from me." Kathryn turned to display her curved buttocks to the man. "Look over your shoulder so I can see your face." instructed Alexander. The camera clicked for the third time. "Spread your legs far apart Kathryn." She did so. "A little farther if you please." Kathryn edged her bare feet wider apart. Again she was blinded by the flash. "Good. You can look forward now." Thankfully, Kathryn looked away from Alexander's gaze. "Don't move Kathryn." he said. Kathryn heard him rise from his seat and walk forward. She could feel his presence right behind her but didn't dare turn around. His hand was suddenly between her legs from behind going higher and higher then a probing finger dipping deep into her for a moment. Alexander chuckled, "Your soaking wet. I think you're going to like this contract. Alright go back into the examining room and get dressed". A couple of minutes later they were walking down the corridor. Four floors below the doctor's office, they entered another office. Alexander sat down behind a large mahogany desk and motioned for Kathryn to sit down in front of it. In the middle of the desk was a beautiful spread of food. "I thought we'd work while we eat alright?" Kathryn nodded. "Good. I have a number of questions to ask you. They are very personal in nature and will require you to answer completely honestly. Are you ready?" Again Kathryn nodded her head. "O.K. Question number one: How old were you when you masturbated for the first time?" Kathryn blushed again. "Thirteen.", she replied. "Good, alright, number two: When you masturbate, do you insert any objects into your vagina?" "Yes...", said Kathryn. The questions continued. They seemed endless. Kathryn found herself describing in intimate detail what variations of love making she had experienced and what she had ever fantasized about. Alexander asked her if she had ever had sex with another woman? (No); Had she ever fantasized about it? (Yes); Had she ever had anal sex? (No); Had she ever pushed anything in there when masturbating? (No); Had she ever fantasized about it? (Yes) The questions went on for about an hour. Finally it was over. In the middle of the questioning, the phone had rung and Alexander had answered. Now he told her that the physician had certified her as having a clean bill of health. "The contract is here and ready for you to sign.", he told her. Kathryn took a deep breath and started to read. The contract was remarkably simple, using a minimum of legalese and was very direct in its approach. It was as Alexander had described. Essentially, Kathryn was placing herself in this man's care for one full year and in return was entitled to the quarter of a million dollars. The contract promised that she would complete the contract without sustaining any permanent damage or injury. Kathryn picked up the pen and held it to the paper. She hesitated a long moment then in a firm stroke, signed the two copies of the contract. Alexander smiled at her as he handed her the second copy and a thick envelope. "I will be sending you your next instructions by courrier.", he said. "They will contain your airline ticket. In the meantime, I recommend that you start organizing your life to be away from here for a year." Kathryn seemed in a daze when she left the building. Not for the last time, she wondered if she had made the right choice. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+