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I received my email from Edward Grey almost as soon as I walked back into my apartment. I was impressed by his punctilious behavior; part of me was slightly concerned that I had just applied to be the personal assistant to a majorly obnoxious ass.
I sat down at my computer, opening up the email and praying my nerves were wrong.
From: Edward Grey; CEO Get Real Inc.
To: Bella Steele
Subject: Contract.
Ms. Steele,
Please read and print out a record of this contract for your personal persons. I will have you sign it when you return to my office. If you chose to continue, please come sign the printed copy I have awaiting your arrival with my Secretary.
CC
I clicked the attachment, noting the tone of his words. Maybe this guy was going to be icy and cold. It was obvious that he thought he was the master of his own universe. My inner angel sat on my shoulder and pouted.
Reading the opening words of the contract, my eyes went wide.
"Temporary Consensual "Master Contract" and Negotiated Boundaries Contract for the Enslavement Term."
Master Contract? I thought to myself as I took a sip of coffee. If this Grey guy thought he was going to get me to call him Master, he had another thing coming. I don't care how hot he is.
"This the _ day of _, 19_, at _:_ am / pm _. entire three (3) contract package is known as the Enslavement Documents.
Of my own free will, I _, herein known as the slave, hereby grant you, _, herein known as the master, full ownership, care and use of both the slave's body and mind as of
the _ day of _, 19_, at _:_ am / pm _,
until
This period of time will herein be known as the enslavement term."
"What the fuck?" I muttered to myself. Who was this guy kidding?
Slave? He considered me his slave? I know that a personal assistant is nothing glamorous, but come on; this kind of degradation was on a whole other level.
I snorted. "Full ownership, care and use of both the slave's body and mind." Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, asshole.
I made a note in my mind to write about this later on tonight, when this has been resolved.
"The slave will strive diligently to re-mold the slave's body, habits, and attitudes in accordance with the master's desires. Also, the slave agrees to change the slave's actions and speech to express the slave's changed habits and attitudes."
I leapt from my chair, spilling my coffee over the side of my desk. Changing my body? Who the fuck did this guy think he was? I was not his property in any way, and he had no right to try to mind fuck me the way he was.
I grabbed my purse and jacket, racing from my apartment, intending to find out what the fuck was going on.
