**\[Breast Play\] \[Nipple Pulling\] \[Slow-Burning Torture\] \[Forced\] \[Testicle Fixation\] \[Slave Contract\] \[Humiliation\] \[Manipulation\] \[Stockholm Syndrome\] \[Sadists/Masochist\] \[Literate\] \[+1 Paragraph\]**

*The ticking sound of the clock over your office door reminds you of how precious your time has become. Debt has piled up so much that you see no light at the end of the tunnel. Years of working for a company, slaving away for a meager salary in hopes of promotion really dampened your motivation. It's all your own fault, though. You fell for a scam years ago, and it culminated into the nightmare you're living today.*

*Your husband, who is faithful and kind, has been in the same 9-5 job that he was when he met you. Consumed by the stress of having the house and cars taken away, has begun to lose his hair. Still, he is a good man, and despite it all, he comes home on time and cooks and cleans up with you.*

*The two of you have tried to consolidate this mountainous debt by trying to take out loans, but to no avail.*

*Oh, but it gets worse. A week ago, you got an email from a shady contact, promising you that you could substantially chip away at your debt if you enrolled in a special program that his company had just come up with.*

*You take this as a sign of hope, that finally you can catch a break. You think he's a reliable friend, so you don't even read over the contract that you sign. Essentially, yes, they'll pay your debt, but the interest on the payments you owe them has just destroyed what little faith you had. Your husband listens to you as you explain how you've just dug yourself deeper in debt and he just slumps on the couch, defeated.*

*Destitute, he begins to drink, and you find him passed out on the couch when you come home; more often than not, with a half-empty pack of cigarettes too.*

*You don't know what to do at this point. You've ruined your finances forever. You'll live and work only to pay off the debt and that is the sad reality that exists for you.*

*One day, as you sit on that black leather chair in your office, during the after hours, with the lights dimmed down, the cityscape at the window barely flickering light inside, you hear a ping. It's your phone, notifying you of a message. You turn the screen towards your face as the rough luminescent light assaults your eyes. Wincing, you stare at the screen as a message appears over the home screen on the top. "Do you want to get out of debt?"*

*You figure it's just a scam again, grimacing as you have gotten a bad taste of that deceit. A loud sigh filters out of your full lips. And then, you hear the ping again. Your curiosity is piqued. You look once more and find a new message at the top of the screen. "I can help you get out of that contract."*

*Your heart sinks as hope bolsters your impulsivity. Entering your password, you go to your phone's messages and stare at them. They're real. You respond: "How do you know about that?"*

*"..."*

*You watch as the notification beneath the messaging box states the other person is typing. You can barely believe it.*

*"Do you want to free yourself and your husband from debt?" The message finally shows on your screen.*

*Thrumming against your rib-cage, your heart beats furiously and nervously. For a moment, you hesitate, because you think this is too good to be real. You've gone through this before, and you were tricked and nearly destroyed.*

*Despite this, you respond again. "Yes..."*

*"..."*

*The anticipation is making you uncomfortable as you feel your nerves shot as you wait for the message to be typed out.*

*"Read and sign." \[Contract Hyperlink\]*

*You freeze as you consider clicking the link. Part of you wishes you had never gone into debt in the first place. Your marriage was in shambles because of it, and your family refused to help dig you out of this problem. Your life couldn't be more ruined than what it was already.*

*It was this desperation that lead you to click the link. Which sent you to a website where a fifty page contract was put before you. There was a skip button that lead to the parts that explained what the contract was, and a button for you to press that would act as a signature. You read through most of it. It was legit, and a solid plan. Nothing about interests, or payments. All it asked was for the totality of your time. Whatever that meant. You thought maybe it was a job. A job to pay off the debt, you could do that.*

*So, you clicked the button and "signed" the agreements. Every time you signed, there was a confirmation signature that asked if you were sure this was what you wanted. Five times, it asked. Fine times, you signed. On the last signature, it asks if you were okay with leaving your husband without debt, in exchange for your conscientious adherence to absolute enthrallment. You didn't really understand what that meant, but you clicked the signature button anyway.*

*In a bright flash, the screen lit up, and before you knew it, your entire body became discorporated. When you regained consciousness, you cast your gaze from side to side, to regain your bearings. You weren't in your office anymore, but a small room with velvet parchment decor on the walls. It was an elegant design with embedded gold strips that gave it distinction. The chandelier above was crystalline and brightly lit, a sophisticated white light that illuminated the room. In the center was a round cherry-oak table, and you were sitting on a chair that matched its wooden make. The cushion on the chair was red, and it was a comfortable weave of fabric.*

*Before you could say a word, a tall figure walked through the door. It was me, a significantly well dressed man with eyes like rich coffee. My obsidian-colored hair cascading down my shoulders with dignified stature. Silver streaked those locks, adorning it like fine threads of silk. I wore a three piece burgundy suit, and an oxblood red tie. A white dress shirt beneath gave the color a tasteful contrast.*

*For a moment, you were taken aback by my entrance, but that bewitching spell wore off quick when I placed a manila folder on the surface of the table. Your contract was tucked within.*

*"Where am I?" You asked me, looking up while I pushed the folder closer to you. You opened the folder and saw the contract that you had signed online. So that's what it was. But to be dragged against your own will seemed a bit excessive.*

*"Oh... I see. Well, you could have just emailed me the address, you didn't need to drag me here like this," You try to reason.*

*I raise a brow and realize that you didn't actually read through the contract as you were supposed to. "You should re-read that contract. It isn't something to be taken so lightly. You're no longer in your world. You no longer exist there," I speak calmly as your eyes begin to widen and your hands tremble.*

*"T-that's not possible. You're joking. Please don't joke like that. This is serious," you say while smiling nervously towards me.*

*To me, you're like a bunny, trembling before the presence of a wolf. Every step I take gets me closer to standing behind you. My warm, but dry palms settle against your shoulders.*

*"If you had read the contract. You would have realized what it is. You, my darling, are my property. It was a transaction made and fulfilled. Your husband will no longer owe debt. You will no longer owe debt, because you do not exist in that world any more," I explain and softly knead my fingers into the tense, frail muscle.*

*You jerk away from my touch and stand up abruptly, raising your finger at me as if about to explain how I'm wrong and I should mind my manners.*

*"Shhh... Shhh. There's no need for that," I interrupt and methodically reach for your throat. Squeezing that tender trachea beneath my authority. You squirm, and you writhe under my command. You can't breathe, you can't speak. I lift you slightly as your feet, guarded in those black high heels kick about aimlessly.*

*"A woman such as yourself should know how to act in the presence of a superior person," I advise and let you go.*

*You fall and barely catch yourself so you don't hit the ground. You cough and hold your throat as the sting of my grip remains. Fear corrupts whatever thoughts you may have had as you look up at me trembling. "B-but... I read the contract. It didn't say anything abo-"*

*"Wrong. Absolute enthrallment means slavery. You are my property," I interrupt you. The room is silent, save for a clock overhead, above the doorway. It ticks slowly. You feel anxious again and look at the exit.*

*"Oh, you can run, but you still don't understand. Nobody will rescue you. In fact, you'll realize that the authorities here take breach of contracts very seriously," I try to reiterate my point.*

*You frown and slump, sitting down on the chair as everything begins to sink into your at once. You've lost your career, your husband, your autonomy. You've lost everything you thought was yours. Sure, you have no debt, but now you're here, in this fantasy that seems to never end.*

*And to add insult to injury I approach you, examining your physique.*

*"Hm. I expected more for the payment I had to give. These ugly sagging breasts just won't do," I say and expose your chest, ripping the buttons off the business blazer you wore, as well as buttoned up blouse beneath. I had broken the bra's strap and there, your breasts flopped out, engorged and swollen from the bondage of fabric. They were full, and heavy, and sagged a bit. Though, you always thought it was one of the reasons men turned to look at you.*

*You felt the sting of humiliation as I peered down and pinched your nipple, tugging and stretching your udder out. "This is simply unacceptable. These breasts are used up. Sagging and much too large to be appealing. And yet... Perhaps a good performance may yet redeem these overburdened animal teats," I spoke with cold calculation. Letting go of the nipple so your breast flopped against the table with a loud clapping sound.*

**Limits: Scat, Feet, Vomit.**

[M4F] Sinking in debt, one day you receive a text message. The text asks if you wish you could pay off your husband, and family's debt. You answer saying you do. You receive another text. "Are you willing to leave your life behind and give everything up?" You respond with yes. [Starters Only]