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Archive name: mistake.txt (Fdom/M, bdsm)
Authors name: Jim Buttler (jimbuttler@yahoo.com)
Story title : Mistake

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Mistake (Fdom/M, bdsm)
by Jim Buttler (jimbuttler@yahoo.com)

***

A man meets a dominant woman on the internet and signs
a slave contract with her.

***

What had I been thinking? 

It was suddenly clear that this whole thing was
insane, and I made a desperate attempt to remove the
manacles from my wrists and ankles. She was still
putting padlocks on my wrists, and when I tried to
wrench my arms free her reaction was swift and
vicious. She reached between my legs and grabbed my
exposed testicles and squeezed hard. And with her
other hand she took a full swing and slapped me across
the face as hard as she could. I tasted blood in my
mouth and I groaned with the pain in my balls.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to do this
anymore!” I was doubled over and begging and she
didn’t even twitch as she crushed me in her grip.

“You signed a slave contract, you fool. There is no
way out. You know that, and I’m surprised you’re
trying to welsh so quickly. The ink isn’t even dry on
the paper!”

Pursuing my perverted fantasies, I’d found her on the
Internet and convinced her to own me. I’d been so
proud, because so many other men had applied for this
position. Eventually, after much discussion between
us, we’d agreed that I would become her slave. The
contract I had signed placed no restrictions on the
length of my slavery, or the manner of her ownership.
We’d both agreed that if there were restrictions, then
there wasn’t true ownership. Owners could do anything
they wanted with their property.

It had all seemed so logical and exciting, and she had
seemed so beautiful and awesome, and it wasn’t until
she was locking me into the manacles that I realized –
truly realized – what I was doing. Seconds before that
I had signed the contract granting her total ownership
of myself. Anticipating future legal questioning, I
had scrawled the following mea culpa: “I am signing
this because slavery is what I want more than anything
in the world. And I want it to be permanent. I am
hereby attesting that no matter what I say in the
future, no matter how much I beg for freedom, I am
only playacting out my fantasies, and I really do not
ever want to be released.”

What a stupid naive fool I am.

“Are you done struggling?” Her question was
matter-of-fact and calm. Fighting back tears and
groans, I nodded my head yes. Anything to relieve the
pain.

Moments later, all manacles were locked, and my arms
were pulled behind me and locked together with another
padlock. Then she stepped back and surveyed me, her
new possession.

“You damn stupid fool. It suddenly dawned on you,
didn’t it, that you’ve made a huge mistake? Well you
got that right, moron. Yes, you sure have. You have
given me yourself completely, and there is no turning
back. This isn’t your fantasy we’re about to live.
Sorry about that. This is slavery – brutal, abject,
miserable slavery. And you volunteered.”

Walking to a small table, she picked up a pack of
cigarettes and lit herself a smoke.

“Let me tell you how it’s gonna be for you,” she said,
blowing smoke into my face. “For the first week,
you’ll be just as you are – naked, ankles chained
together, and hands locked behind your back. I’ll be
abusing you almost continuously, until you’re a
broken, bleeding, sobbing shell of what you used to
be. I may even bring in help so my whipping arm
doesn’t get too tired.”

I stood horrified, listening to this.

“At the end of a week, your hands will be released
from behind your back. They’ll be sore and numb from
the long restriction, and the manacles will still be
on your wrists, but you’ll start serving me then. And
you will do anything and everything I say, because if
you don’t you’ll go back to punishment mode and you
won’t want that, trust me.

“You’ll eat my shit if I tell you to after that first
week.”

I was now petrified. This was not the erotic sexual
fantasy I’ve always dreamed about. This was a
nightmare.

“This is your nightmare,” she said, as if reading my
mind, “but by the end of a month, you’ll be that
perfect slave you’ve always wanted to be. And then
I’ll sell you.”

I stared at her in shock.

“I have a sixty-year-old Greek widow who liked your
picture and is waiting for you to be ready. She’s fat
and ugly, but she’s very rich, and is paying me very
well to get you ready for your life of slavery.”

With that she laughed and walked out of the room. At
least for the moment, I was left with my own thoughts
and self-recriminations.

END

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