There was a soft tone as the seat belt light flicked off on the plane. Meghan unbuckled hers as she stretched, looking over at the other travelers getting off in Chicago. They slowly began to queue up to leave the plane, giving Meghan room to stand and grab the only bag she was allowed to bring.
She slung it over her shoulder and slowly walked off the plane herself. Meghan was dressed in black yoga pants and a tight athletic shirt, and had caught more than one guy staring at her ass, which made her smile. She always enjoyed being looked at. She had long wavy brown hair with brown eyes - though she often wished they were blue.
Meghan made her way out of O'Hare, following the signs to the exit. As she stepped out onto the street, the cool fall air made her shiver. She quickly hailed a cab, and hopped in.
"125 W Jackson, please," she said, feeling herself tremble slightly with excitement.
As the cab began to navigate its way through the airport traffic, Meghan looked down at her phone, typing a quick message. *On my way, Sir.* She looked through the messages that brought her here. The messages that made her decide to give up her previous life as a student. And she couldn't wait.
In thirty minutes, the cab stopped in front of a tall apartment building. Meghan thanked him, paying with cash, and got out. She stared up at the building, then down back at her phone. There was a single unread message.
Floor 15. Room 1507.
She walked in through the automatic doors and toward the elevator. It opened immediately and she got inside, pressing the button to take her to the required floor. Meghan tried to get her breathing under control and tightened her grip on her only possessions. The rest were in long term storage back home. Or what used to be home.
Meghan got off on the fifteenth floor and quickly found room 1507. She knocked, feeling her breath catch in her throat. There were some footsteps from the other side, and the door opened, revealing a tall man, dressed in an untucked button down shirt and jeans. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses. He smiled at her. "Come in, Meghan. I'm glad to see you made it safely."
Meghan stepped into the apartment, and he closed the door behind her. Immediately, she dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes downcast. "I'm glad to see you too, Sir."
He reached down, grabbing her chin and slowly pulled her gaze up to his face. "Good girl. Now - you followed all my instructions?"
"Yes, Sir," she said obediently. In response, she picked up her bag, handing it to him.
He took it, and instructed Meghan to rise and follow him. She got to her feet, walking a couple steps behind as he made his way to the bedroom. The apartment was sparsely furnished, but contained all the needed appliances. He walked up to the bed, turning her bag upside down to pour it out.
Out fell Meghan's wallet, her passport, her social security card, her birth certificate, her phone charger, and her favorite book - the one personal item she was allowed to bring on this trip. He gathered the documents, putting them in a manila envelope. He looked over at Meghan, holding his hand out.
"Your phone, Meghan."
"Yes, Sir." She handed it over.
He placed it and the charger in the envelope as well, sealing it and setting it aside. He then grabbed a small black duffel bag, which he also emptied onto the bed. Inside was a small blue dress, a pair of heels, a push up bra, a lacy black thong, a large number of makeup products, a new phone, a fake ID, and a debit card.
"You will get dressed. Now."
"Yes, Sir." Meghan immediately began to strip, shedding the clothes of her previous life in favor of the new ones. She pulled on the dress, barely able to get it to cover her ass and breasts at the same time, and put on the heels. They had to be at least 4 inches tall.
"Good girl," he said. "Now follow me."
He grabbed the ID and the debit card, leading Meghan back to the main room. On the table was a piece of paper. He placed the ID and debit card next to it, and Meghan was finally able to read the name - Kitty Moore. She glanced over to the contract, and her heart began to flutter.
This contract is the complete and entire agreement between the signatories. I, Meghan Calloway, being of sound mind and body, hereinafter referred to as "Kitty", agree to serve and submit to Alex Levins, hereinafter referred to as "Sir", based on the bounds of this contract.
This submission includes but is not limited to:
*Providing sexual services to clients found by Sir and providing any money paid directly to him
*Providing sexual services directly to Sir whenever and wherever required
*Serving Sir in all other ways that he needs, including but not limited to domestically, emotionally, and physically
*Waiving her rights to her autonomy, and instead living as Sir's property
*Waiving her rights to her body, including breast augmentations, lip fillers, etc.
The previously established limits of this arrangement include:
*Scat
*Permanent disfigurement, not including cosmetic procedures
*Death
In addition, Kitty will obey the following rules:
*I will give up my name and instead be known as Kitty Moore
*I will play with myself for 20 minutes, twice a day, while watching hardcore porn
*I will not cum, unless I am pleasing a cock
*I will perform 1 hour of cardio exercise daily
*I will not eat more than 1800 calories, and will track my meals for Sir's visibility
This contract is valid until such time that Sir chooses to break it. If Kitty does not follow the terms of the contract, then she will be immediately sent home, and will be responsible for reimbursing Sir for the cost of the flights and her residence.
I, Meghan Calloway, agree to these terms.
Trembling slightly, Meghan reached forward and signed her name on the line. Smiling, Alex took the pen from her and signed his name as well. He took the contract off the table, placing it into a small laptop bag, and returning with a small pink purse. With large purple letters on both sides, it said "Kitty".
"Put your new ID and debit card in here, Kitty. There is currently $500 on the card for you to buy essentials. More will be added every other week, as you start serving clients for me. I have your wardrobe partially stocked. You may purchase additional clothes, though if you wear anything that displeases me, I will have you destroy it. Do you understand."
"Yes, Sir," Kitty said, taking the cards off the table and placing them in her new purse.
"Good girl." Alex got up from the table, picking up the laptop bag. "I expect you to be wearing that dress the rest of the day. Your first clients will come over at 7 giving you...three and a half hours to go shopping and to get ready. I expect your makeup to be perfect, and you are to send me a series of pictures of yourself at 6:55 for my approval."
Alex moved to leave, before remembering something. "I will also have a key to this apartment at all times. Yours is here." He set it on the table beside her. "I am looking forward to using you, Kitty."
"Yes, Sir," she replied. As Alex left, Kitty got up from the table to look around her new apartment and her new life. The seat she left was wet.
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At 6:55, Kitty obediently sent messages to the only contact in her provided phone - Sir. She made sure to show off her outfit, her heels, and her makeup. It had taken nearly an hour to perfect the smokey eye and the rest of the ensemble, with some blue tints to match her dress.
She smiled at herself in the mirror for a minute, enjoying the new look. Then, there was a soft knock on the door. Kitty's heels clicked as she walked over to it. She pulled the door open to reveal two younger men. They each looked about 25, and they were dressed in jeans and t-shirts.
"Hey, are you Kitty?" the taller one asked.
"Yes," she said.
