Chapter 5: Cassandra’s Contract I

After Cassandra pulled into my guest parking space, I escorted her up to my modest one bedroom apartment. Luckily, I had just cleaned the place and washed the dishes so it looked fairly presentable inside for a guy’s apartment. We both seemed rather uncomfortable at first being alone together for the first time. I showed her my place and the view of some trees out of my window, but that took all of about three minutes. We sat down in the living room and I offered her a drink. She accepted and I poured us both a glass of red wine. She took a sip and we sat smiling at each other from opposite ends of the couch. A long awkward moment passed. The fact that we were strangers to each other was painfully obvious. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to her. I thought she might be having a bad time and I was blowing my chance with her. I finally summoned the courage to ask her if she’d like a little more wine and she said, “No thank you, Charles.” Another embarrassing moment passed before she finally spoke.

“You have a very nice apartment.”

“Thank you. It’s rather small, but it’s comfortable.”

“May I ask you a couple of personal questions?”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“I didn’t see a ring on your finger, Charles. You’re not married, are you? Or engaged to be married?”

“No.”

“I wonder why. You’re very attractive.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sure one day you’ll meet a nice girl, Charles.”

I wanted to say, “A nice girl like you?”

“I hope so,” I said. “Is there anything else you’d like to know?”

“Ok… This question is a little embarrassing to ask. Do you have any… sexually transmitted diseases?”

“Oh… No, none.”

“I don’t either, in case you were wondering.”

“That’s good…”

“Are you seeing anyone right now, Charles, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“No one serious at the moment. I’m just dating.”

Actually I hadn’t gone out on a single date in six months, but I was too embarrassed to admit that.

“One last question… You don’t do drugs with needles, do you?” she asked.

“No. Absolutely not. Needles make me nervous. I’ve never done anything like that. No,” I said.

“Good. Alright, Charles. I think you passed the test. I have no further questions for you. Do you have any questions for me?”

“No, none that I can think of at the moment.”

Cassandra asked if she could use the bathroom and I said, “Of course.” She left the living room for a moment. When she came back, I was amazed to see she had taken off her bra and dress. All she had on was a pair of thong panties, the high heels she’d been wearing and her thigh high sheer stockings.

Oh my God…

I gazed at her creamy white skin with an open mouth. Her heavy breasts jiggled as she walked toward me. I swallowed my saliva. She stood directly in front of me with her hands casually placed on her hips. I peeked down and followed the pencil-thin panties as they slipped through the narrow space between her inner thighs, the silky material just barely covering the lips of her sex.

“Cassandra, you’re beautiful.”

She smiled.

“Thank you. I hope you don’t mind if I make myself comfortable in your home, Charles.”

“No, not at all. I don’t mind, Cassandra,” I said, my heart beating like it was about to explode. “By all means. Make yourself comfortable.”

“I’m a little embarrassed to be naked in front of someone like this.”

“You shouldn’t be. You have a lovely body.”

I glanced at the sensual curves of her breasts and hips and looked back up into her eyes.

“You’re so pretty,” I said.

“Thank you, Mr. Anderson.”

I reached out my hand to bring her closer to me on the couch. She approached and I stroked my hands down the side of her soft flesh. I noticed a long thin scar on the side of her left hip and I traced it with my fingertip. I wondered how she got the scar and looked up at her. I didn’t quite know how to ask, but then she volunteered the information.

“Childhood scar,” she said.

“Oh…” I said. “It’s kind of sexy.”

She smiled again and sat down on my lap, cuddling up with me. Her beautiful round breasts were now just inches away, so close I could smell the clean baby powder scent. I touched the smooth skin of her curves, cupping my palms over her swollen puffy nipples. Cassandra offered her lips and we kissed like teenagers for the longest time, sweetly with our tongues, exploring each other’s mouths. I had never felt so close to a woman before in my life. My mouth watered so much that I had to keep remembering to swallow my saliva. I became quite excited as we French-kissed, the soft flesh of her ass pressing directly down over my aroused penis. I was so sexually excited by her kisses, I felt like I might come in my pants, by accident. I tried to control my ejaculation by taking deep breaths. While we rested between kisses, I asked her to tell me more about the desires that had kept her awake at night.

“Perhaps it would be more easily explained by reading the contract together. May I borrow your computer and printer for a minute?”

“Sure. Help yourself, Cassandra. It’s in my bedroom.”

She hopped off my lap and walked across my living room. I followed her, admiring her cute rounded hips and the rippling of her backside as she moved through my apartment. I felt like the luckiest man in America, having this half-naked nymph in my modest home. She sat down behind my computer at the desk in my bedroom and fired it up, along with the printer. After typing in my password, Cassandra downloaded a document from a website, typed in a few quick additions and printed it out, in less than two minutes.

“You’re pretty good with computers,” I said, impressed.

“I’m a freelance designer of web sites,” she said, stacking the five pages she printed out into a neat pile on my desk. “What do you do for a living, Charles?”

I was embarrassed to tell her about my stupid job.

“I’m in sales.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It’s OK. The pay’s good.”

“What is it that you do?”

“I… sell commercial advertising for a radio station.”

“Oh. That’s interesting.”

“Well, it’s pretty boring, actually…”

Suddenly, Cassandra’s demeanor totally changed. She smiled shyly and picked up the papers in her hands, hot off the printer. She made eye contact with me, smiling tensely and looking down. She appeared to be aware of her nakedness and nervousness in front of me.

“Charles, before you read this, I just want to tell you how much I appreciate your willingness to help me with my… problem. You might find what you read in this contract highly unusual. Parts of it may even be offensive... to you. I certainly don’t mean to offend you by showing this to you and I apologize in advance if you find some of it objectionable. After doing some research, I found this particular contract fits my needs. It’s always been a fantasy of mine that I would one day meet a man who could help me explore this contract, before I got married, of course. I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but I feel this is the last chance I have at doing something like this. I want you to know if anything you read in this makes you uncomfortable, I’d be more than happy to revise it to make it more compatible with your needs. If you decide not to enter into something like this with me, I completely understand. I’ll go home and not bother you again about it. Then again, if you’d like to talk more about the specific contents of the—”

“Hand me the papers, Cassandra,” I said, surprised by the somewhat abrupt tone in my voice.

Cassandra slowly stood up and faced me, her breasts just inches away from my chest. I realized I liked the idea that she was nearly naked in my bedroom while I was still fully dressed. It was at this moment I began to feel a kind of power over her, exposed as she was before me. As a man, this feeling of power was… intoxicating to me.

Cassandra shifted her weight from one foot to the next. With each subtle movement of her body, her breasts jiggled and shook, as if they existed apart from her body and had their own special desires and demands for attention. I began to stare at her breasts in an indiscreet manner, imagining each mound of pretty flesh to have a distinct personality, one bold and sassy, the other more feminine and shy. “They’re my breasts,” I thought to myself. “I can stare at them as long as I want. They’re mine.”

Uncomfortable by all the ogling, Cassandra folded the papers in half, partially covering herself with the contract.

“Actually, Charles, now that I’m here and have printed this out… I’m sorry but… I’m beginning to have second thoughts about this. I think this may not be a very good idea at all. I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t know what I was thinking asking you to… It’s just some stupid fantasy of mine. It’s ridiculous, really… I’m engaged to be married in a few months and. I’m sure it’s sinful… very sinful… married or unmarried to engage in this type of behavior. I can’t even imagine what Pastor Orman would say if he knew what I was planning to… Well, anyway, the truth is I’m afraid I made a terrible mistake coming here and undressing in front of you in your home like this and printing out this contract. It’s certainly not your fault. It’s mine. It is all my fault, of course. I am committed to someone else… Maybe… Perhaps… Well… I don’t think we had better—”

“Cassandra!” I shouted, loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Cassandra looked at me with a shocked expression. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. What was wrong with me? I had just shouted at a guest in my home. I never lost my temper like that with a woman before. Having always considered myself to be a sensitive and well-mannered person, I had no idea why I suddenly yelled at the top of my voice at this vulnerable and confused young woman. It was certainly rude of me and I expected Cassandra to put her clothes back on and immediately walk straight out the door. I looked over at her and she continued to glance at me with frightened watery eyes. I wanted to say I was sorry for my rude outburst, but no apologies came to my lips. Rather than being offended by my boorish behavior and leaving, she bowed her head and slowly handed over the document. When I saw the title, I couldn’t believe what I read.

“Master/Slave Contract:

This Slavery Contract is a private consensual agreement between Master Charles Anderson, herein referred to as “Master C”, and his property, a submissive named Cassandra, herein referred to as “submissive” or “slave”.

Cassandra wished to become my slave? My property? That is precisely what she whispered in my ear at Starbucks, but seeing the words in print was shocking to me. And I was to be called, “Master C?” I sensed her presence, standing nervously at my side. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her fold her arms across her breasts, covering them. I didn’t like how her perky breasts were blocked from my view, now that I’d become accustomed to seeing them.

“Cassandra. Lower your arms,” I said.

Though I was rude to her again, she complied, uncovering her flesh and placing her arms stiffly at her sides. When her pretty vulnerable breasts were revealed, I became even more physically aroused. My erect penis pressed against my trousers as if trying to escape from its confinement. Cassandra cast her eyes to the floor.

“Don’t ever cover your breasts in my presence again,” I said, giving her a stern look.

“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly.

Why was I acting like such an asshole? What was wrong with me? Cassandra had every right to cover her naked breasts if she felt uncomfortable around me. It was so unlike me to raise my voice or behave disrespectfully to a woman. I had never acted in such a chauvinistic manner before. Suddenly, I didn’t trust myself alone with Cassandra in my bedroom. I walked back into the living room with the contract in my hands and sat down on the couch. Cassandra followed at my heels and sat down beside me. The pages of the contract trembled slightly in my hands. I put the contract down and took my face in my hands, ashamed.

“Cassandra, I really must apologize for raising my voice to you in the bedroom. I assure you I’ve never raised my voice to a woman before like that in my life, especially in my own home. I’m not sure why I’m behaving this way. It was very rude of me. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

Cassandra took my hands away from my face and tenderly held them.

“There’s really no need to apologize, Charles. You had every right to lose your patience with me. I was just feeling embarrassed about revealing this side of myself to someone.”