“Sign here… and here… and initial here…”

The first one, she almost wrote Mistress. Maddie’s own name started with M, and then she was in Mistress’s actual presence, and that made it hard to think of literally anything else. It was barely even a stumble though; she’d been given a light trance before the signing to steady her, and if she hesitated she was sure that the lawyer guy didn’t notice a thing.

Also that he hadn’t noticed anything but her tits since they came into his office. Even if she was dressed way less porny than normal.

Initials were trickier. She was sure they were programmed into her but once she had the thought about the Ms she found herself trying to work the rest of the letters out in her head, which was not what her head was for. Her chest tightened. For a long second it felt like she was on a tightrope strung over the abyss. Then Mistress coughed and the answer shook loose all at once. It was only the trance that kept Maddie from immediately prostrating herself on the floor to Her in gratitude.

When the signing was done Mistress squeezed her hand, and Maddie allowed herself a small adoring glance at Her face. After that she was back on autopilot. She felt some tension ebb away from her, and wondered what it was about. She didn’t like tension, tension made a girl less pretty. Free girls were tense all the time, she remembered, and Maddie was glad she didn’t have to be one anymore. She made so much more sense being a piece of fuck candy for Mistress to hand out at parties.

The law dude had an envelope he wanted give her, and a key. For the life of her she didn’t know why. She wanted to ask him if he thought slaves could own things, but today was strictly a speak-when-spoken-to deal. He made a little presentational flourish passing the key over, like it was some kind of ceremonial occasion. Like it was his big finale. Maybe he was expecting to get a blowjob? He was paunchy and middle-aged and kind of gross and Maddie would have loved going down on her knees and swallowing a load of his nasty cum, but she hadn’t gotten any cue from Mistress and so she didn’t offer.

Mistress took the envelope from her as soon as he’d handed it off and stowed it in her bag. The key remained curled in Maddie’s fist till they got back in the car. Mistress made a sexy little play of taking her hand and opening her fingers one by one until it lay fully exposed. It looked so weird to her that way, so out of context. She knew what a key was. She knew she’d held keys before. She knew about being caged, being shackled, locked and unlocked from things, all kinds of slave things that had to do with keys. But lying in her palm it looked like some alien technology. She had no idea how you’d go about using it or which end was which.

Once Maddie had taken it on her tongue though she felt clear again. Mistress’s key pouch. It was nice being useful. The hunk of metal stayed secure in her mouth the whole way back. The taste of it was the taste of being owned.