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Chapter 9

There are several papers inside the envelope. I fish them out, my heart still pounding, and I sit back on my bed and begin to read.

CONTRACT

Made this day_ of 2011 ("The Commencement Date") BETWEEN

MR. ITACHI UCHIHA of 301 Escala, Seattle, WA 98889

("The Dominant")

MISS SAKURA HARUNO of 1114 SW Green Street, Apartment 7, Haven Heights, Vancouver, WA 98888

RULES

Obedience:

The Submissive will obey any instructions given by the Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix 2). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.

Sleep:

The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of eight hours sleep a night when she is not with the Dominant.

Food:

The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a prescribed list of foods (Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the exception of fruit.

Clothes:

During the Term the Submissive will wear clothing only approved by the Dominant.

The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for the Submissive, which the Submissive shall utilize. The Dominant shall accompany the Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc basis. If the Dominant so requires the Submissive shall during the Term wear adornments the Dominant shall require, in the presence of the Dominant and any other time the Dominant deems fit.

Exercise:

The Dominant shall provide the Submissive with a personal trainer four times a week in hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and the Submissive. The personal trainer will report to the Dominant on the Submissive's progress.

Personal Hygiene/Beauty:

The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Submissive will visit a beauty salon of the Dominant's choosing at times to be decided by the Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments the Dominant sees fit. All costs will be met by the Dominant.

Personal Safety:

The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs or put herself in any unnecessary danger.

Personal Qualities:

The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant.

She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant.

Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

APPENDIX 2

Hard Limits

No acts involving fire play

No acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof No acts involving needles, knives, cutting, piercing, or blood No acts involving gynecological medical instruments

No acts involving children or animals

No acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin

No acts involving breath control.

No activity that involves the direct contact of electric current (whether alternating or direct), fire or flames to the body.

APPENDIX 3

Soft Limits

To be discussed and agreed between both parties:

Which of the following sexual acts are acceptable to the Submissive?

Masturbation

Fellatio

Cunnilingus

Vaginal intercourse

Vaginal fisting

Anal intercourse

Anal fisting

Is swallowing se**n acceptable to the Submissive?

Is the use of sex toys acceptable to the Submissive?

Vibrators

Dildos

Butt Plugs

Other

Is Bondage acceptable to the Submissive?

Hands in front

Hands behind back

Ankles

Knees

Elbows

Wrists to ankles

Spreader bars

Tied to furniture

Blindfolding

Gagging

Bondage with Rope

Bondage with Tape

Bondage with leather cuffs

Suspension

Bondage with handcuffs/metal restraints

What is the Submissive's general attitude about receiving painWhere 1 is likes intensely and 5 is dislikes intensely: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

How much pain does the submissive want to receiveWhere 1 is none and 5 is severe: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Which of the following types of pain/punishment/discipline are acceptable to the Submissive?

Spanking

Paddling

Whipping

Caning

Biting

Nipple clamps

Genital clamps

Ice

Hot wax

Other types/methods of pain
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Holy Fuck. I can't bring myself to even consider the food list. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, and read it again.

My head is buzzing. How can I possibly agree to all this? And apparently it's for my benefit, to explore my sensuality, my limits - safely - oh please! I scoff angrily. Serve and obey in all things. All Things! I shake my head in disbelief. Actually, doesn't the marriage ceremony use those words... obey? This throws me. Do couples still say that? Only three months, is that why there have been so many? He doesn't keep them for long? Or have they had enough after three months? Every weekend? That's too much. I'll never see Ino or whatever friends I may make at my new job - provided I get one. Perhaps I should have one weekend a month to myself. Perhaps when I have my period, that sounds... practical.

He's my master! To be dealt with as he pleases! Holy shit.

I shudder at the thought of being flogged or whipped. Spanking probably wouldn't be so bad, humiliating though. And tied up? Well he did tie my hands together. That was...

well it was hot, really hot, so perhaps that won't be so bad. He won't loan me to another Dominant - damn right he won't. That would be totally unacceptable. Why am I even thinking about this?

I can't look him in the eye. How weird is that? The only way I ever have any chance to see what he's thinking. Actually, whom am I kidding, I never know what he's thinking, but I like looking into his eyes. He has beautiful eyes - captivating, intelligent, deep and dark, dark with dominant secrets. I recall his burning smoky gaze and press my thighs together, squirming.

And I can't touch him. Well, no surprise there. And these silly rules... No, no I can't do this. I put my head in my hands. This is no way to have a relationship. I need some sleep. I'm shattered. All the physical shenanigans I've been engaged in over the last twenty-four hours have been, frankly, exhausting. And mentally... oh man, this is so much to take on board. As Naruto would say, a real mind-fuck. Perhaps in the morning, this might not read like a bad joke.

I scramble up and change quickly. Perhaps I should borrow Ino's pink flannel pajamas. I want something cuddly and reassuring around me. I head to the bathroom in my t-shirt and sleep shorts and brush my teeth.

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. You can't seriously be considering this...

My subconscious sounds sane and rational, not her usual snarky self. My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five-year-old. Please, let's do this...

otherwise we'll end up alone with lots of cats and your classic novels to keep you company.

The only man I've ever been attracted to, and he comes with a bloody contract, a flogger, and a whole world of issues. Well, at least I got my way this weekend. My inner goddess stops jumping and smiles serenely. Oh yes... she mouths, nodding at me smugly.

I flush at the memory of his hands and his mouth on me, his body inside mine. Closing my eyes, I feel the familiar delicious pull of my muscles from deep, deep down. I want to do that again and again. Maybe if I just sign up for the sex... would he go with thatI suspect not.

Am I submissive? Maybe I come across that way. Maybe I misled him in the interview. I'm shy, yes... but submissive? I let Ino bully me - is that the same? And those soft limits, jeez. My mind boggles, but I'm reassured that they are up for discussion.

I wander back to my bedroom. This is too much to think about. I need a clear head - a fresh morning approach to the problem. I put the offending documents back in my satchel.

Tomorrow... tomorrow is another day. Clambering into bed, I switch off the light and lie staring up at the ceiling. Oh, I wish I'd never met him. My inner goddess shakes her head at me. She and I know it's a lie. I have never felt as alive as I do now.

I close my eyes, and I drift into a heavy sleep with occasional dreams of four-poster beds and shackles and intense onyx eyes.

Ino wakes me the next day.

"Sakura, I've been calling you. You must have been out cold."

My eyes reluctantly open. She's not just up - she's been for a run. I glance at my alarm. It's eight in the morning. Holy Moses, I've slept for a solid nine hours.

"What is it?" I mumble sleepily.

"There's a man here with a delivery for you. You have to sign for it."

"What?"

"Come on. It's big. It looks interesting." She hops from foot to foot excitedly and bounds back into the living area. I clamber out of bed and grab my dressing gown hanging on the back of my door. A smart young man with a ponytail is standing in our living room clasping a large box.

"Hi," I mumble.

"I'll make you some tea." Ino scuttles off to the kitchen.

"Miss Haruno?"

And I immediately know whom the parcel is from.

"Yes," I answer cautiously.

"I have a package for you here, but I have to set it up and show you how to use it."

"Really? At this time?"

"Only following orders, ma'am." He smiles in a charming but professional he's-not-taking-any-crap way.

Did he just call me ma'am ? Have I aged ten years overnight? If I have, it's that contract. My mouth puckers in disgust.

"Okay, what is it?"

"It's a MacBook Pro."

"Of course it is." I roll my eyes .

"These aren't available in the shops yet, ma'am, the very latest from Apple."

How come that does not surprise me? I sigh heavily.

"Just set it up on the dining table over there."

I wander into the kitchen to join Ino.

"What is it?" she says inquisitive, bright eyed and bushy tailed. She's slept well too.

"It's a laptop from Itachi."

"Why's he sent you a laptop? You know you can use mine," she frowns.

Not for what he has in mind.

"Oh, it's only on loan. He wanted me to try it out." My excuse sounds feeble. But Ino nods her assent. Oh my... I have hoodwinked Ino Yamanaka. A first. She hands me my tea.

The Mac laptop is sleek and silver and rather beautiful. It has a very large screen.

Itachi Uchiha likes scale - I think of his living area, in fact, his whole apartment.

"It's got the latest OS and a full suite of programs, plus a one-point-five terabyte hard drive so you'll have plenty of room, thirty-two gigs of RAM - what are you planning to use it for?

"Uh... email."

"Email!" he chokes, bemused, raising his eyebrows with a slightly sick look on his face."And maybe Internet research?" I shrug apologetically.

He sighs.

"Well, this has full wireless N, and I've set it up with your Me account details. This baby is all ready to go, practically anywhere on the planet." He looks longingly at it.

"Me account?"

"Your new email address. "

I have an email address?

He points to an icon on the screen and continues to talk at me but it's like white noise.

I haven't got a clue what he's saying, and in all honestly, I'm not interested. Just tell me how to switch it on and off - I'll figure out the rest. After all, I've been using Ino's for four years. Ino whistles, impressed when she sees it.

"This is next-generation tech." She raises her eyebrows at me. "Most women get flowers or maybe jewelry," she says suggestively, trying to suppress a smile.

I scowl at her but can't keep a straight face. We both burst into a fit of giggles, and computer man gapes at us, bemused. He finishes up and asks me to sign the delivery note.

As Ino shows him out, I sit with my cup of tea, open the email program, and sitting there waiting for me is an email from Itachi. My heart leaps into my mouth. I have an email from Itachi Uchiha. Nervously, I open it.

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From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: Your New Computer

Date: May 22 2011 23:15

To: Sakura Haruno

Dear Miss Haruno

I trust you slept well. I hope that you put this laptop to good use, as discussed.

I look forward to dinner, Wednesday.

Happy to answer any questions before then, via email, should you so desire.

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I hit reply.

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From: Sakura Haruno

Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08:20

To: Itachi Uchiha

I slept very well thank you - for some strange reason - Sir.

I understood that this computer was on loan, ergo not mine.

Sakura

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Almost instantaneously there is a response.

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From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08:22

To: Sakura Haruno

The computer is on loan. Indefinitely, Miss Haruno.

I note from your tone that you have read the documentation I gave you.

Do you have any questions so far?

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I can't help but grin.

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From: Sakura Haruno

Subject: Enquiring Minds

Date: May 23 2011 08:25

To: Itachi Uchiha

I have many questions, but not suitable for email, and some of us have to work for a living.

I do not want or need a computer indefinitely.

Until later, good day. Sir.

Sakura.

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His reply again is instant, and it makes me smile.

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From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: Your New Computer (again on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08:26

To: Sakura Haruno

Laters, baby.

PS: I work for a living too.

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I shut the computer down, grinning like an idiot. How can I resist playful Itachi? I am going to be late for work. Well, it is my last week - Mr. and Mrs. Clayton will probably cut me some slack. I race into the shower, unable to shake my face-splitting grin. He emailed me. I'm like a small, giddy child. And all the contract angst fades. As I wash my hair, I try and think what I could possibly ask him via email. Surely it's better to talk these things through. Suppose someone hacked into his account? I flush at the thought. I dress quickly, shout a hasty goodbye to Ino, and I'm off to work my last week at Clayton's.

Naruto phones at eleven.

"Hey, are we doing coffee?" He sounds like the old Naruto. Naruto my friend, not a - what did Itachi call him? Suitor. Ugh.

"Sure. I'm at work. Can you make it here for say twelve?"

"See you then."

He hangs up, and I go back to restocking the paintbrushes and thinking about Itachi Uchiha and his contract.

Naruto is punctual. He comes bounding into the shop like a gamboling bright-eyed puppy.

"Saku," he smiles his dazzling toothy smile, and I can't be angry with him anymore.

"Hi Naruto." I hug him. "I'm starving. I'll just let Mrs. Clayton know I'm going for lunch."

As we stroll to the local coffee shop, I slip my arm through Naruto's. I'm so grateful for his

- normality. Someone I know and understand.

"Hey Saku," he murmurs. "You've really forgiven me?"

"Naruto, you know I can never stay mad at you for long."

He grins.

I can't wait to get home. The lure of emailing Itachi, and maybe I can begin my research project. Ino is out somewhere, so I fire up the new laptop and open my email. Sure enough, there's an email from Itachi sitting in the inbox. I'm practically bouncing out of my seat with glee.

From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: Working for a living

Date: May 23 2011 17:24

To: Sakura Haruno

Dear Miss Haruno

I do hope you had a good day at work.

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I hit reply.

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From: Sakura Haruno

Subject: Working for living

Date: May 23 2011 17:48

To: Itachi Uchiha

Sir... I had a very good day at work.

Thank you.

Sakura.

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From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: Do The Work!

Date: May 23 2011 17:50

To: Sakura Haruno

Miss Haruno

Delighted you had a good day.

While you are emailing, you are not researching.

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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From: Sakura Haruno

Subject: Nuisance

Date: May 23 2011 17:53

To: Itachi Uchiha

Mr. Uchiha, stop emailing me, and I can start my assignment.

I'd like another A.

Sakura

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I hug myself.

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From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: Impatient

Date: May 23 2011 17:55

To: Sakura Haruno

Miss Haruno

Stop emailing me - and do your assignment.

I'd like to award another A.

The first one was so well deserved. ;)

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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Itachi Uchiha just sent me a winking smiley... Oh my. I fire up Google.

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From: Sakura Haruno

Subject: Internet Research

Date: May 23 2011 17:59

To: Itachi Uchiha

Mr. Uchiha

What would you suggest I put into a search engine?

Sakura

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From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: Internet Research

Date: May 23 2011 18:02

To: Sakura Haruno

Miss Haruno

Always start with Wikipedia.

No more emails unless you have questions. Understood?

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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From: Sakura Haruno

Subject: Bossy!

Date: May 23 2011 18:04

To: Itachi Uchiha

Yes... Sir.

You are so bossy.

Sakura

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From: Itachi Uchiha

Subject: In Control

Date: May 23 2011 18:06

To: Sakura Haruno

Sakura, you have no idea.

Well, maybe an inkling now.

Do the work.

Itachi Uchiha

IU, Uchiha Enterprises Holdings Inc.

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I type Submissive into Wikipedia.

Half an hour later, I feel slight queasy and frankly shocked to my core. Do I really want this stuff in my head? Jeez - is this what he gets up to in the Red Room of Pain? I sit staring at the screen, and part of me, a very moist and integral part of me - that I've only become acquainted with very recently, is seriously turned on. Oh my, some of this stuff is HOT.

But is it for me?

Holy shit... could I do this?

I need space.

I need to think.

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TADAAAAH.

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