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'"I'll need some visitation rights," Ann says, her face burning. "Thanksgiving, Christmas, her birthday, maybe, and some time in the summer ..."

"Of course," Alan says confidently.

"And those times might change, you know, over the, um, over the ..."

"Over the years, yes," he finishes for her. "I think you'll find I've taken care of all of that. Just sign this." He hands her a sheet of paper.

"What is it?" she asks, not really wanting to know.

"A contract. It would never hold up in court, naturally. But it would be ... embarrassing for you ... should I find the need to use it."

Sarah held the thick envelope in both hands and said, "I'm scared, Mommy."

How long since she had last called her Mommy? Ten years?

"Thick envelope good, thin envelope bad, right?" said Ann, chanting the mantra of high school seniors everywhere.

"Right," Sarah responded, but didn't seem convinced. Instead she just looked at the back of the envelope, as if the answer were written there.

"You have to open it sometime, Sweetheart," Ann said, smoothing her only child's hair with one hand. "The answer isn't going to change."

Sarah pushed one finger under the flap of the envelope. She peeled it back slowly. The contents of the envelope slipped out into her hand. A few leaflets fell out of the pile and onto the floor, but she didn't notice. All she saw was the top sheet, a fancy looking document. "On this date Sarah Williams in hereby admitted to the courses of instruction ..."

"Mom ... Mom ... I'm in. I'm in!" Sarah sputtered.

The two women threw their arms around each other, laughing joyfully. The papers, so recently tucked away in the envelope, fluttered around them unnoticed.

Ann scans the piece of paper. She doesn't really want to read it. She is sure she'll become very familiar with its contents over time. Certain words and phrases pop out at her: "Hereafter known as The Master," "Hereafter known as The Slave," "until such time as The Master grows tired of The Slave," "submit," "service," "orifice." She closes her eyes briefly, and reaches for a pen.

"Aren't you going to read it?" he asks.

"Why? What choice do I have?"

He laughs. "Yes, what choice indeed?"

He hands her a pen, and she signs with a flourish.

The financial aid package arrived a few days later. Or rather, it didn't arrive a few days later. They denied her any on the basis of her father's wealth.

Ann held her trembling daughter close to her. The girl wept for the loss of her hopes, her greatest wish. Ann tried to sooth her, but her mind was filled with anger. Anger for her ex-husband, Sarah's father, who could turn his back so completely on his first-born.

"Sarah will turn 18 before she goes away to school," he had said, as if the matter were obvious, as if they weren't discussing the life of his daughter. "My legal responsibilities end there. The court was very clear on that."

"David, she's your daughter. College is very important to her, you know that."

"So you pay for it. I won't."

"You know I can't afford it."

"So get a loan."

He knew she couldn't do that either, thanks to some severe financial problems after their divorce which eventually led to bankruptcy. He could pay for four years at a top college and then some without so much as feeling it, but Ann was lucky to keep Sarah clothed, even with the child support.

Financial aid applications required the income of *both* parents. Because of the money David made, in the eyes of the schools Sarah was not eligible for aid.

But he wouldn't pay a dime.

"I am not responsible for Sarah any longer."

"We'll find a way," she now told her weeping child. "Even if it means a sacrifice, we'll find a way."

He takes the paper from her and leans back in his chair, looking at her expectantly. Not sure what to say, she mutters lamely, "Well, I guess that's that."

"Yes it is, isn't it," he says with something resembling delight in his voice.

"And the account ..."

"The account is already in order. Really, Ann, you musn't worry. As long as you satisfactorily keep up your side of the deal, I'll keep mine."

Ann nods, and rises to leave.

"Take off your clothes."

"What?" Ann says, startled. "But ... I thought ... your house ..."

"I think a gesture of good faith is in order, don't you?" he says. "Unless you would like to cancel our deal now, before it has begun ..."

"No!" Ann says. "No, please ..."

He leans back in his chair and narrows his eyes. Placing his fingertips together, he repeats his demand. "Take off your clothes."

She looks at him, and she knows he is serious. Nervously she begins fumbling at the top button of her blouse. She stares at the tip of her shoe, willing the situation to go away, reminding herself of why she is doing this.

"Look up at me, and go slowly," he commands.

Fighting tears of humiliation, she looks directly at him as she slowly finishes unbuttoning her blouse. He gazes at her hungrily as she pulls the blouse off of her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. She unhooks her skirt and lets it pool around her ankles. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, then removes it, baring her breasts to his lustful eyes. Finally, she hooks her thumbs under her panty-hose and underwear and brings them down her hips and off her legs, removing her shoes at the same time.

Now completely naked, her face burning, she looks at him for further instructions. He looks her over possessively, as if branding her skin with his eyes.

He clears a space on his desk. "I want you to lie on the desk," he tells her, "and masturbate yourself until you come." He leans forward and says, his voice as cold as steel, "and if I even *think* you're faking, you can forget about college for your daughter."

She can't hold back the tears as she lies on his desk. He spreads her legs wide, positioning her so that he has a direct view of her pussy from his chair.

She is mortified as she feels his gaze on her, and she has to force herself to bring one hand down between her legs. She strokes herself timidly.

"Come on now," he scolds. "I know you can do better than that."

She touches herself more firmly, allowing her other hand to fondle one breast. She is not sure how she will be able to make herself come, but she knows that with such a clear view it will be easy for him to tell if she is faking.

She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the man sitting between her legs watching her. She rubs her clit, lubricating it by dipping her finger into her pussy. As she rubs, she feels the passion build inside her, and she is grateful for it. Maybe she will be able to come after all.

"Make some noise, slut," he says, breaking into her thoughts.

She obeys him. She avoids imagining how she must look, spread wide on his desk, fingering herself and moaning for his entertainment. Instead she focuses on the thought of coming. She allows herself to get into it, and her moans become less forced, more real.

She doesn't hear the door opening, but she does hear the voice of Alan's secretary, Gloria.

"Oh my."

Ann gasps and tries vainly to cover herself.

"Why are you stopping?" he asks.

She hears the threat in his voice, and lays back on the desk. She closes her eyes tight, trying to pretend that Gloria is not standing in the room, and resumes her attention to her pussy.

"Just hand me the reports, Gloria. Thank you."

She is aware of Gloria near the desk, watching.

"Thank you, Gloria ..." The secretary watches for a moment more, and then leaves, closing the door behind her.

She continues to fondle herself, regaining her passion. She senses him pull his cock out and begin to stroke it. Slowly but surely she feels herself getting closer as she rubs circles on her clit, one finger buried inside her. Finally, she comes. Nothing earth-shattering, but genuine.

"Very good," he says. Looking between her spread knees, she sees him lean back in his chair, his hard cock poking out of his pants.

"Ride me, slut," he tells her. She looks at him with revulsion, but she has no choice. She climbs down off the desk, and then straddles him in the chair. She takes his cock in her hand and aims it at her pussy.

"That's right," he says. "The first time it's on your own power. Fuck yourself on my cock."

With those words he puts his hands behind his head and relaxes. Sobbing softly, she lowers herself onto his cock, feeling it invade her. She begins to ride him slowly, each inch of him violating her on her own power.

"Faster," he says. She rides him faster, holding on to the arms of the chair for support. Her breasts bounce near his face with every stroke. She feels him trembling beneath her, and she tries to go even faster, the muscles in her legs burning.

Suddenly he is coming, thrusting into her violently, pulling on her hips with his hands.

When his orgasm subsides, she climbs down off the chair and stands awkwardly, uncertain what to do next. She feels his cum dribble down her leg.

"After you clean me, you are free to go," he says. "On your knees, slut."

She kneels in front of him, coming face to face with his deflating cock. Repressing the urge to gag, she takes it into her mouth. She tastes his cum and her own juices as she tries to clean him as best she can.

When she is finished, she retrieves her clothes and dresses hurriedly. He pays no attention to her. He just zips up his pants and moves back to his desk. As she leaves, she notices him carefully file their contract.

She meets the eyes of Gloria when she closes the door behind her. Gloria looks at her with amusement. Ann looks away quickly and hurries past her. On the way to her own office, she notices that her coworkers are giving her strange looks. Apparently, Gloria didn't waste any time telling the others of her new job description.

Sarah listened incredulously as her mother explained how it would work. "There will be a special account set up for you to use. At the start of each semester, the company will deposit enough for tuition and spending money. If you need more money, you can contact Alan."

"I don't understand, Mom, why are they doing this for us?"

"Alan is generous."

"Alan is an asshole, Mom. What is in it for him?"

"Weeeell ..." Ann tried to make it seem light. "It is a big tax write-off for him. Also, he has been trying to get me to go to the overseas office to do some research for them on one of their big accounts. Before now I never wanted to go, since you were still in school. But when he offered the money, I couldn't turn him down. You'll be away at college anyway."

"And that's really ok with you?"

"Oh sure, I'm looking forward to it. You'll have to take care of all your own financial stuff, though. I will be hard to reach."

"That's ok. When will I see you?"

"Oh I'll be back for holidays and things. You'll see me all the time." Ann tried to look happy.

Sarah looked at her mother for a moment. "Ivy League here I come!" she said excitedly. "Mom, I'm going to college!"

The two hugged each other warmly. "I know, baby, I know."

Ann stands on the door step if the enormous house and rings the doorbell. She has just locked up her house and put everything in order. She has not brought any luggage since she has been told that none would be needed.

The door opens. A butler looks out at her. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," Ann says. "I'm Ann Williams, I ..."

The look on the butler's face changes to one of lust. "Oh yes, we've been expecting you." He moves away from the door and motions for her to enter.

She finds herself in a large foyer. "I have been instructed to have you remove your clothes immediately," the butler tells her. "You are never to wear clothes between these walls." He watches her greedily, waiting for her to comply.

The rest of her life has begun. As the butler watches, she removes her clothes. The butler calls out, and a smartly dressed maid enters the room. Ann looks at the floor in embarrassment as the butler hands her clothes to the maid. "Burn these," he tells her.

She hears a voice from above. "Ah, our little slut has arrived." Alan is walking down the stairs towards them. "Jenkins, would you like a sample before I show her the house?"

The butler says excitedly, "Yes, sir, if it's no trouble."

"None at all," Alan responds. "On your knees, slave."

Ann kneels in front of the butler and opens up his fly. She pulls out his stiffening cock and kisses the head. She begins to suck on it slowly, when the butler grabs her head and shoves himself in. It gags her, but he enjoys the convulsions on the head of her cock. Holding on to the sides of her head, he thrusts at her, fucking her face with abandon.

As he erupts in her throat, somewhere far away her daughter gets her first view of ivy covered walls from the window of a cab.

The End