Authors: Kelly Favor
This period of ownership will only last as long as both parties are agreeable, and
can be terminated by either party at any time, via phone call, text, email or verbal
statement in person.
However, please note that termination of this contract is an irrevocable and final
Provisions of Contract
Slave agrees to serve Master’s needs in all matters of a sexual nature. Slave
furthermore agrees to comply with any manner in which Master desires to use her body
This includes but is not limited to: spanking, bondage, use of blindfolds and
restraints, as well as verbal humiliation (when necessary as means of punishment). This
may also include orders to behave, speak, or take action in specific ways that Master
Master is free to order Submissive to do as Master pleases. All orders must be
obeyed at all times, regardless of circumstance.
Submissive agrees to be duly submissive to Master in social settings, deferring to
his wishes and commands at all times, and without exception.
Submissive agrees that Master has sufficient knowledge and skill to be trusted to
keep her physically safe and out of danger. Thus, she will never refuse a request from
Master unless there is sufficient reason to believe that he is ignorant of a particular
condition (ie. Submissive has a food allergy unbeknownst to Master and thus speaks up
when Master tries to order her said food in a restaurant setting).
Submissive agrees to answer questions asked by Master with total honesty and
forthrightness, regardless of the private nature of questions posed. Submissive will never
hold back a piece of information or knowledge that she believes Master will want to
know. Withholding any important information from Master, or any form of lying on the
part of Submissive, will be considered a breach of contract.
Submissive also agrees to refrain from asking Master any questions of a personal
or private nature. Submissive agrees to refrain from asking any questions about
Master’s past history, childhood, etc. Submissive will not ask questions about Master’s
mental state, mental health, nor will she inquire about Master’s religious or
Master will furnish information about himself on an “as needed” basis.
Submissive agrees to address Master as "Master" in private, unless otherwise
In public, Submissive will address Master by his given name, however she will
maintain a respectful tone. Submissive will not use public settings to defy Master. If
Master believes that Submissive is abusing her public role in relation to him, Master will
see fit to punish her for this indiscretion.
Master agrees to provide Submissive with appropriate clothing for both private
and social occasions. Master will provide for all of Submissive’s monetary needs (of a
reasonable nature) for the duration of the contract (including any rent, credit card
payments, schooling, healthcare, etc.). Submissive will not abuse Master’s financial
assistance, and any abuse or fraudulent activity will be grounds for termination of
Master will provide Submissive with a necklace symbolic of their contractual
agreement and indicative of their relationship. Submissive agrees to wear this necklace
at all times, however it should remain hidden in public forums.
Punishments will be meted out at Master’s discretion and will be accepted by
Submissive, without exception.
Submissive has the option of opting out of a punishment in the case of extreme
illness, or due to a mental health issue. However, if Submisive abuses this clause in
order to avoid punishment, Master may choose to terminate the agreement entirely.
By signing below, both Submissive and Master agree to enter into this contract
and to abide by its terms, until such time as said contract is terminated by verbal or
written statement of termination.
This contract must be renewed six months from the date of signature.
Kallie finished reading the contract, and then she went back and read it again—
the truth was, she couldn’t believe something as lunatic as this so-called agreement actually existed.
Finally, she looked up at him. “This is a joke, right?”
His hands tightened on the wheel. “No.”
She folded the paper into thirds again and placed it back in its envelope. “I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe you thought I’d sign something like that. It’s—it’s barbaric, actually.”
He laughed. “Barbaric? I’m not the Taliban, Kallie.”
“You could have fooled me. Submissive? Master? That sounds exactly like something out of The Middle Ages.”
“There’s an entire culture around this kind of thing,” he said. “And women are as much a part of the BDSM community as men are—more so, in fact. I’m not forcing you to sign that piece of paper, Kallie. If you decide that you want to be in this partnership with me—“
“That’s not a partnership. Absolutely not,” she said, shifting in her seat. All she could picture was what her mother, brothers, or father would say if they knew. It made her cringe to even think of it. “I can’t be part of something like that, Hunter. You obviously don’t have a clue about me if you think I’d do that.”
He smiled, nodding, but she could tell he was angry. He started to laugh a little.
“You already are a part of something like that, Kallie. What do you think we were doing together down in my cozy basement?”
She opened her mouth and closed it again. “That was different,” she said, finally.
“It wasn’t different. And you loved it. I was there, remember?”
“This contract has a lot more in it than what we did today in your basement. You want me to dress exactly the way you decide I should dress—you want me to obey all your commands. I’m not going to be your puppet, Hunter, and I told you that before.”
“I don’t want a puppet. I want a submissive partner. You’re a natural submissive, and you enjoy the power dynamic as much or more than I do, Kallie.”
“Maybe in the bedroom,” she said. “But I wouldn’t want to do it all the time as part of some ridiculous contractual obligation. And I’m not interested in being dressed by you and ordered around, humiliated just so you can get your kicks.”
He sighed. “I’m not going to try and badger you into it.”
“Thank you.” Of course, the moment they agreed that he was through trying to convince her of the contract’s merits, Kallie felt a pit open up in her stomach. She wanted him to keep trying to make her sign it. The thing was, at some level she needed to be pushed into it—forced into signing this contract—because Kallie couldn’t allow herself to simply agree to something this drastic without rationalizing that she had no choice in the matter.
It was too embarrassing to think that he was right, and she actually wanted to be submissive, completely under his control.
Hunter was playing mind games with her and she was now completely confused about what was real and what wasn’t, how much of this she actually enjoyed and how much of it was sheer manipulation on his part.
The two of them fell into silence and Kallie leaned against the passenger window, looking out at the scenery as it moved by. Soon, her eyes were fluttering and then closing from exhaustion.
Sometime later, she was awoken by a rustling sound. They were stopped at a red light and Hunter was leaning into the backseat. Kallie was still tired, and her eyes were open to slits, just peering out at him, like a child who doesn’t want to admit she’s awake.
A second later, Hunter had pulled a sweater from the backseat and was draping it over Kallie’s lap, covering her hands. She closed her eyes fully again so that he wouldn’t see she was awake.
He gently tucked the sweater in around her. She had been slightly chilled from the air conditioning in the car, she realized. His shirt felt warm and good on her body, and she liked the way he was so protective and thoughtful of her comfort.
As she drifted back to sleep, she wondered why it couldn’t always be like this.
“Kallie. Hey, Kallie.”
She opened her eyes again—it seemed like it had only been a few minutes at most since she’d noticed Hunter putting that sweater over her lap.
Only, that couldn’t be true, because they were in the hospital parking garage and the car was off. Hunter was gently shaking her shoulder and calling her name softly.
She looked up at him and rubbed her eyes. “I’m awake. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he smiled. “You need a second?”
“Are we early?”
He checked his watch. “I think we’re a few minutes early, but that’s okay.”
Kallie sat up straight and pulled the visor down to check her face and hair in the mirror. She didn’t look so hot, but it could have been a lot worse, considering she’d been strung up and handcuffed, had rough sex, and fallen asleep in a car. That was a lot to overcome, and she didn’t look all that bad, considering.
“I’m ready,” she said, trying to clear the froggy sound from her throat.
The two of them got out of the car and made their way across the bridge to the main building. Neither of them said much about anything as they went.
Kallie had left the envelope with the contract in his car, and for some reason, wished she’d kept it on her person. She wanted to read it again while he wasn’t staring at her, gauging her every reaction. She needed time to think about it more, especially now that the initial shock had worn off.
When they neared Nicole’s room, Kallie heard voices from inside. It sounded like there was a party going on—people laughing, talking over each other, laughing again.
She looked uncertainly at Hunter. “Should we wait outside, or—“
He glanced at her quizzically. “Wait? What for?” he said, as if the thought of waiting for anything never occurred to him.
Kallie wondered where all of his confidence stemmed from, as Hunter knocked loudly on the door.
Someone shouted come in, and then they entered.
It wasn’t a party, really. There were just four people in the room. Nicole was sitting up in her hospital bed, opening gifts. Standing nearby were Danielle and Red, while Kane sat on a chair, watching.
Everyone looked over when they came inside.
“Hi!” Kallie said, trying to act as though she hadn’t just woken up five minutes prior to walking in. Hunter also gave a wave.
Red came over and shook his hand. “Glad you could make it.”
“Thanks for making the time,” Hunter said.
“Hunter,” Kane said, still sitting. “I hear you’re doing a GQ article?”
“That I am.”
Kane smirked. “I thought you said you were never taking another two-bit journalism job after your last indie flick grossed a hundred million.”
Red glanced at Hunter uncertainly, and Kallie remembered that Hunter knew Danielle and Kane—how well, she wasn’t sure. Obviously he’d told Kane at some point that he wasn’t interested in journalism, which made his choice to interview Red for GQ
Hunter handled the question easily, though. “Oh, well, that was when I felt kind of burnt out by the whole industry. But I’ve had some time away and this will be a nice diversion from my production company. I’ve kind of got some downtime and Red Jameson’s such an interesting subject---“
“Please,” Red laughed, “spare me the pat on the back. I’m well aware that everyone comes to this sort of thing with an agenda.”
Kallie’s arms broke into gooseflesh. Imagine if Red somehow knew what Hunter’s real agenda was for trying to write this GQ piece.
Kane was still smiling at Hunter, his eyes going from him and then to Kallie as they stood next to one another. Did Kane suspect the two of them were involved? After all, Danielle and Kane probably had heard party gossip to the effect that she’d been with Hunter when he’d punched Brad Danvers.
Nicole broke the awkward moment up with a wave of her hands. “Hey, guys, I still have another gift to open.”
Everyone moved back over to circle around the bed and watch her unwrap the present. It was a relatively small box, wrapped in shiny, striped paper. Nicole looked a lot healthier and brighter than she had the last time Kallie’d seen her. Her eyes shined as she opened the package and produced a very cute (and probably very expensive) winter baby outfit, complete with booties, coat, hat and tiny gloves. “Oh my goodness Danielle, it’s adorable!”
“Did you get the navy blue coat?” Kane called out from the chair behind them.
Danielle glanced at him, annoyance clear on her face. “Why don’t you stand up and see for yourself?”
Kallie looked back at the outfit. The coat was pink. Definitely not navy blue.
“I don’t want to stand up,” Kane said petulantly. “I’m still tired from our run.”
“That’s because you got competitive with me and tried to race, instead of just having a nice morning jog together.”
“I was doing my normal pace, Danielle.”
“Guys, I love this so, so much,” Nicole told them, ignoring their bickering. And then she and Danielle hugged.
“Excuse me, I have to run to the bathroom,” Kane said, standing up and making his way to the door.
“You can use the bathroom right here,” Nicole said.
“No, I want to stretch my legs, too,” he said. “And make a phone call.”
Danielle’s eyes narrowed as she watched him leave.
“I’m sensing a little tension between you and Kane,” Nicole said, her eyes wide.
“Is everything okay?”