Chapter 1

“ALL RISE ! The Honourable Judge Oscar Lloyd will preside !”

Everyone in the Vancouver Westminster District Court rose to their feet. I was used to the screeching noises of the chairs on the floor as we were all rising together yet always found it incredibly annoying. Couldn’t they do something about that ? We send people to the moon, but we are still stuck hearing these horrible high pitched noises of wooden chairs’ friction on wooden floors. Absolutely perfect !

I was nervous about this case. First of all, I like to see my enemy in the eyes and the defendant had so far not appeared in front of the Judge. His representatives were condescending pricks I knew from way back and they didn’t mind throwing someone in the mud to win their fights. I hated them. As for the Judge… I knew him from reputation only, fair but with a notorious lack of patience for delays and procedures. 

The thing was, I was trying to get this Dominik Ackers convicted for rape. He had allegedly been convicted of multiple counts for sexual assault, aggravated sexual assault and sequestration on a woman whose identity was kept under a order of non publication (she was a minor at the time). It should have been easy : he had met her online and once they actually met face to face, he turned out to be a prick who forced her to have sex with him all the while threatening to kill her with a gun. And since she had a video to prove it, it seemed relatively easy to prove. At least, that’s what I thought upon hearing her version. His version was, shall we say, rather unbelievable. He said he had met the victim on his Fetish website where, he maintains, they had agreed on a rape scenario as per her request which did, according to him, explain what was seen on the video. Claims that she denied fervently. I believed her. Hence me being there today, standing in front of the Judge, ready to make Ackers pay for it. We had been at it back and forth for 5 months, and in court for 7 days now. It was time to end this. Today was the day for our closing arguments.

“You may all sit down !”, said Judge Lloyd. “I hope you are all having a pleasant day. So we have been hearing both sides in the case of Jane Doe v. the King…”. 

Judge Lloyd was interrupted by one of the defense attorney, Corey Jeffreys.

“Your Honour, if I may…?”, Jeffreys started while slowly standing up from his chair, making again that god awful noise agains the wooden floor.

Startled and unhappy about being interrupted, Judge Lloyd eyed the attorney suspiciously. “What is it now, Counsellor ?”, he said in an irritated tone.

“New evidence have come to light to us this morning, Your Honour. If it pleases the Court, we would need to present them in order for our client to have a fair and just trial”, Jeffreys explained. 

The judge looked clearly unhappy about this turn of event, and so was I.

“Objection, Your Honour !”, I loudly spoke, “why wasn’t I informed of these developments before session started ?”, I asked. I could see the judge was shifting his gaze from my desk to the defendants’, his demeanour clearly agreeing with me.

“Overruled !”, he shouted. “I agree with you, Crown Counsellor, on the principle. But we both know the Charter speaks in favour of the defendant. I have to allow it, although I am not pleased with your timing, Counsellor !”, he growled, looking at Jeffreys.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Jeffreys still standing, slightly smiling. I always knew he was a condescending prick…

“Your Honour”, Jeffreys started, “I agree with my colleague that I should have kept her informed. There are.. technicalities however that made that impossible. We needed to present it as such without risking leaks, Your Honour…”, he said.

My blood boiled. What was this guy saying ?

“I beg your pardon, Counsellor ? Are you questioning my integrity ?”, I fired back, standing up also and looking straight at him. Then I thought, “What the hell was that, Erica ? Take a hold of yourself, for god’s sake…!”. All the while I could see Jeffreys’ little smirk and weasel eyes staring at me.

I could tell I had displeased the judge, so I corrected myself. “I apologize for my outburst, Your Honour. I am not used to have my integrity and loyalty to this Court and our judicial system put into question like that”, I said.

“Once again, Your Honour if I may…?”, Jeffreys interjected. 

“Go ahead, Counsellor !”, Judge Lloyd conceded. “You may present your case.”

“Thank you, Your Honour. So I would like to present to the Court two new witnesses as well evidences no. 8 and 9…”, he started.

“Your Honour ?”, I objected again, “my colleague is clearly trying to undermine this case !”.

“Counsellor”, the judge started, turning towards me and looking tired already, “I have given my approval to these new proceedings. I have allowed him to present whatever new evidence the Defense has. Are you objecting to my decision ?”, he sharply said.

“No of course not, Your Honour”, I grumbled, lowering myself in my seat as Jeffreys smile was growing.

“Thank you very much, Your Honour. So… as I was trying to explain to the Court, new information has been made available to us that could shed more light on the innocence of my client”, started Jeffreys.

I was boiling. I couldn’t believe this prick would once again delay the procedures. Hadn’t 7 days of tax payers money been long enough to find him guilty ? I didn’t know what Ackers had up his sleeves, but whatever it was, I was confident enough in my case to be ready to fight him on every front. I listened as he continued what I only could picture as verbal diarrhea… This guy listens to himself talk, I thought. I am sure he masturbates to his own image ! I had to suppress a chuckle at this thought before starting to listen again.

“These two testimonies and evidences will prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that my client is innocent. So the Court will understand their utmost importance…”, continued Jeffreys.

Get to the fucking point, I thought. Jesus Christ, we will be here all day. Present your witnesses and whatever else you think might help you and get over with it.

“As my first witness, your Honor, I call Dominik Ackers to the stand !”, he shouted dramatically.

As Ackers had been MIA the whole week, I was very surprised to hear that name. I couldn’t help but search around and look at the main door behind me, thinking he would somehow materialize. Then I saw this tall dark and athletic man slowly standing from behind Jeffreys. He briefly turned to look at me. How had I not noticed someone new was sitting next to the defense attorneys ? The man had elegance, charisma and eyes to melt any frigid woman. I will give him that. But I knew who he was deep down, I had heard the victim describe with pain what he had done to her, and I wasn’t about to let a few good looks and mesmerizing eyes deter me from my goal, getting him behind bars so he would never make another woman cry.

His pace was measure, his steps assured. He was well-dressed and well-presented. Once  behind the stand, he swore on the Bible, turned around to smile at the judge and the jury and then he sat down and turned his gaze towards his attorney.

“Good morning, Mr Ackers !”, began Jeffreys.

“Good morning, Counsellor !”, he responded. His voice was deep and sounded very pleasant to me. He transpired confidence this guy ! I mean I could see the appeal. 

“So, Mr Ackers, why don’t you finally tell us your complete version of the situation with Jane Doe ?”, asked Jeffreys to his client.

“It will be my pleasure. On the 28th of September, Jane Doe came to my Fetish website for the first time. I wrote to her first, and she responded eagerly. She defined herself as a submissive with a rape fetish. To avoid the type of situation I am in right now, I usually spend quite some time to know my subs first. This one though, it clicked. We chatted often, emailing back and forth as well. I told her my policy for a rape scene as a dominant.”

“Oh really ?”, interrupted Jeffreys. “What type of policy was that, Mr Ackers ?”

“Always have a non sexual first meeting where we discuss hard limits and safe words. And as a precaution, I always meet in a public place and sign a non binding legal contract with my wannabe subs.”

“Your Honour, I would like to file into evidence the coffee house’s video surveillance tape as well as my client’s copy of that signed contract”, stated Jeffreys as he was handing the evidences to the judge.

I felt a knot forming in the pit of my stomach… I did not like what I was hearing at all. This did not look good for my client one bit. I saw the Counsellor bring the evidences to the judge. I was remaining stoic but I had a bad feeling suddenly about it all. And of course, once it is examined, it all needs to be fired up right away, right ? I told myself to remain calm but I couldn’t argue with that procedure, it was textbook.

“May I have the attention of the jury”, the judge said, interrupting my line of thought. “As the identity of Jane Doe is protected, you must now leave so only the Counsellors and myself will watch it. Thank you”, he finished, as the members of the jury were getting up to leave by their own private door. I saw them leave wishing like hell I could hold onto them a little while longer. I felt this case slipping from my fingers, a case I had been sure to win just this morning.

“Mr Ackers”, the judge turned towards him, “I will need you to explain to us what you see in the video we will be showing as best you remember. Alright with you ?”

“Yes, Your Honour”, Ackers said almost right away. 

“Alright then… Counsellor, let’s get this over with, shall we ?”.

“Yes, Your Honour !”, answered Jeffreys as he was pressing play on the surveillance camera recording now filling a computer screen quickly brought over for the purpose of our private viewing.

“Ok so I arrived first. She arrives now”, continued Ackers as he was pointing at the woman who was clearly my client. I could see Ackers in the video standing in perfect gentleman and then helping her sit back down. “We right away got down to business if I can call it that. She had precise ideas on what she wanted and told them to me right away. We discussed the details, then we filed the non-binding contract just so we knew what was safe or not. Everything is in the paper I gave you, your Honour. Then we parted ways and we agreed on a specific date, October 21st. And that’s it, she left and the day I met her again was in the setting she had picked in the scenario she had chosen for herself.”

I was looking at him and had to admit he looked very sure of himself. And so did Jeffreys who looked at me and simply said :

“Well, no more questions, Your Honour”, Jeffreys was smiling at me now. “Your witness, Crown Counsellor”, he added with a little reverence.

I stood up and collected myself. I had a few questions to ask so I knew I could maybe destabilize Ackers… although he did not look easily destabilized.

“Mr Ackers…”, I started.

“Yes…?”, he answered, looking deeply into me or so it felt.

“Mr Ackers, how can we be sure this is really the contract you are signing ? It could be any piece of paper, Your Honour”, I added turning towards the judge. Jeffreys interrupted me.

“Oh I forgot…”, he said while slapping his forehead. I felt sarcasm oozing from every single one of his sleezy pores. Then he came closer to the screen, played back the image (which arguably was very good quality) and zoomed in a little bit. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to identify the heading “BDSM Contract” on top of the page. That evidence was damning. 

“That doesn’t prove anything, Your Honour !”, I tried to argue, but even to me, it sounded weak. 

“Counsellor”, said the judge, “is this your client ? Can you positively identify her ?”

“Yes, Your Honour”, I had to respond.

“Mr Ackers, if we take your contract and make a play by play of the video Jane Doe made the night of her alleged attack, will it be all the steps agreed in that contract ?”, the judge asked.

“Yes, Your Honour. I always honour my contracts”, he answered using a very deep voice once again.

“Your Honour”, I tried one more time. “Even if that were true, when we watched the rape video my client made, we can clearly hear her say no 27 times. And yet he continued. Care to explain, Mr Ackers ?”, I turned to him.

“Of course, Crown Counsellor. As per stated in the contract, her safe word was Western. No wasn’t meant to tell me to stop, it was part of the scene. If you want the video again, you will notice that she whispers Western at the end, and everything stops then. Look, I couldn’t tell you all this before because I had to let my partner know I needed to breech our site’s confidentiality agreement without telling him which client it was about.”

“What do you mean, young man ?”, the judge asked. Honestly I was confused as hell about what he was talking about as well now. Wasn’t that just a meeting website ?

“Well… we have this BDSM website, but we also are operating a very private website designed to fulfill people’s fantasies for a price. Jane Doe showed interest in that… alternate website of ours once I spoke to her about it. She felt it would be much safer as it would come with guarantees and she would pay money for it, no strings attached. She paid cash after the scene was done, and we parted ways. She is the first client who dares to sue me.”

“Can we ask you the name of that website, Mr Ackers”, questioned the judge.

“Our corollary website is called ‘dreamsforhire.com’”, Ackers simply answered.

“Oh God ! Please no”, I thought. “Oh no ! This is a nightmare ! I need to get this over with as quickly as possible”. I was panicking. Why ? Because I knew this website. Oh I knew it. Biblically. I had hired them a few times. I felt nauseous. I was sure I was going to faint. This was not good. I was trying to calm myself down, taking deep breaths while remaining as silent and as stone-faced as possible. “No one knows, breathe, no one knows…”, I told myself.

“Your Honour”, Jeffreys’ voice was sounding very far away, almost like through a fog of confusion as I was trying to get a hold of myself. “I told my client that it would be enough to prove his innocence. But he wants me to call another witness, a socially respected witness, which could prove beyond question that his company is legit and that they do indeed provide a very particular and personalized service for a fair price, a service they provide with full consent of their clients. My client knows that in doing so, he might be sued for having breeched his confidentiality agreement. He understands the consequences. He would prefer than that being a convicted sex offender. Will you allow our second witness, Your Honour ?”, Jeffreys asked.

“Counsellor”, the judge looked exasperated as he continued speaking, “as anyone ever told you you have a flare for the dramatic ? It is not in the interest of this court to know whether or not Mr Ackers can or not be sued later on. I already agreed to your conditions. Just get it done, will you ?”.

“Very well, Your Honour”, Jeffreys abruptly said, almost looking disappointed to have been called for his tirade. “So I call Crown Counsellor Erica Kirkpatrick to the stand, please !”.

The bastard. The fucking bastard. I saw him turn and slowly smile at me while I could see Ackers leaving the stand and going back to sit down behind Jeffreys’ chair. I did not know where to put myself. I was going to die for sure. There was no way I was going to survive this humiliation. How was I to stand in court and be questioned by such a sleaze…? I had too much respect for the judicial system to oppose it. But I was sure I was going to die on the stand. 

Meanwhile, the judge was having an attack.

“What is this, Counsellor ?”, he shot back at Jeffreys, “I will not let you transform my courtroom into a circus this afternoon ! I will have you in contempt of court so fast if you are making me lose even one more minute over this case. Is this testimony necessary or are you just trying to throw one of your better colleagues under the bus ?”.

“I assure you, Your Honour, that I intended to leave it at the video camera. My client insisted on it to clean his reputation. He insisted on this particular witness. I am doing what is best for my client, Your Honour, I assure you !”, he added with pleading eyes.

“Very well, I will allow it, but I will not tolerate any more of your shenanigans. Do what you have to do to help your client and nothing more, understood ?”, Judge Coyle added, pointing a finger at Jeffreys.

“Well, there is one little thing, Your Honour…”, he started as the judge was staring hard at him as if he was about to explode. He continued before the judge interrupted him. “My client insists on that examination being conducted by his partner who is also member of his legal defense team. So in effect he is allowed to question the witness. So I will let him interrogate Ms Kirkpatrick. I would ask him to come forward. Counsellor Kyle Moseley”.

I did not even look behind me. As all this was happening, I heard faintly the argumentation between Jeffreys and the judge. I couldn’t focus. I was terrified. What are they going to ask me ? What will I be forced to tell ? I was walking towards the stand and I sat where Ackers was a mere 5 minutes ago. I was afraid. I took a deep breath, collected myself and lifted my gaze towards the defence bench as Counsellor Moseley had just been introduced. When our eyes met, my heart sank. It had to be Him. I knew then I was not going to leave the courtroom without my reputation intact.

He walked slowly towards me, and I couldn’t look away. My eyes were locked to His, like so many times before. Then He began to speak and I knew I was lost.

“Good morning, Erica.”, He began. I did not even flinch at His familiar tone. It seemed normal even though I knew we were in a different setting than before… I just… I couldn’t correct Him.

“Good… morning… hum… Counsellor Moseley”, I said hesitantly.

“You have just sworn to tell the truth, haven’t you, Erica ?”, He asked in a deep voice, although I wasn’t sure it was really a question. I felt uncomfortable with Him around.

“Yes”, I simply answered.

“Erica… don’t lose your good habits. Be polite. Try that again, shall we ?”.

I felt embarrassed. So embarrassed because I knew what He wanted. And I couldn’t help myself from obeying.

“Yes, Sir”, I whispered as I lowered my eyes.

“Louder, Erica !”, he ordered.

“Yes, Sir !”, I repeated louder, feeling more and more ashamed…

“Better. But look at me when you answer !”, he ordered.

I felt myself blushing profusely as I looked up at him. I could hear the judge next to me shift in his seat. I could feel his discomfort over the whole thing. Since no one could take my defense, he interjected.

“Careful, Counsellor, do not badger your witness.”

Instead of answering the judge, He just looked intensely at me. 

“Erica, do you wish for me to stop talking to you ? Do you wish me to stop questioning you ? Do you wish for my voice to be silenced ?”, he said looking deeply into my eyes. “Remember, Erica”, he added, slowly his speech or so it felt to me, “the… whole… truth… nothing… but… the truth… you HAVE to tell the truth… it feels so… very GOOD to tell the truth… doesn’t it ?”.

“Yes, Sir”, I answered clearly despite feeling slightly foggy.

I was mesmerized by his eyes and his voice, once again. He cannot hypnotize me here in front of everyone right ? He wants me to tell the truth… I have to tell the truth. I cannot lie to Him. He continued :

“You know everyone is looking. But you cannot lie to me… can you, Erica ?”, He asked.

“No, Sir”, I heard myself answer.

“Now I want you to turn to the judge and tell him how you feel about being questioned by me. Do it now !”, he commanded.

I slowly turned and looked up at the judge who seemed to stare at me bewildered. For once, he looked at a loss for words.

“Your Honour, it feels good to be questioned by Sir. He can ask me anything he wants. It’s okay, Your Honour”. As I heard myself and saw the look in the judges face, I felt embarrassed. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“That’s my good girl !”, He responded.

Right away I felt an intense wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I whimpered as I knew everyone was looking at me and yet I couldn’t help myself. I felt flashes invading my brain, “Good girls obey, obeying gives you pleasure, so much pleasure for good girls”. I remembered how bad I wanted to be His good girl. He continued as he seemed oblivious to my internal conflict. 

“So… now that we have agreed you WANT to be questioned by me, you WILL now answer ALL my questions without fail. Do you understand, Erica ?”

“Yes, Sir”, I said faintly while looking intensely at him.

I could see in my peripheral vision that the attorneys, bailiffs and other personnel of the courtroom seemed stunned. I could see their eyes on me, staring at me, judging me. I felt so much dread. I knew what was coming… He couldn’t say it all, could He ? I knew I HAD to answer His questions. Because it feels so good to be a good girl… and good girls obey…

“Good. We understand each other. See, Your Honour, she is more than willing to answer ALL my questions. She WANTS to answer all my questions.”

I WANT to answer all his questions. He knows I am His good girl. But it is so humiliating in front of everyone… I felt I couldn’t do it but I HAD to. By answering his questions, I was doing what he was asking. I was being a good girl… his good girl… The judge interrupted my line of thoughts.

“Counsellor Kirkpatrick, are you sure you are alright ?”, he asked sounding concerned.

I was still looking at Him. He looked at the judge and at me afterwards. I understood right away what I was supposed to do. I turned towards the judge. I cleared my throat and looked at him.

“I assure you, Your Honour. I wish I could just run away and hide because I feel humiliated at having my personal life exposed. But He can ask anything and say anything to me. Please accept whatever He will say to me ?”, I pleaded looking straight at the judge.

“Alright Counsellor. It’s your testimony. Just know it is being recorded. Public knowledge. Everyone will know what you will say under oath. Do you understand that, Erica ?”, he added in a softer tone.

“I know, Your Honour. I have no choice… I NEED to please Him…”. I hadn’t meant to add that. Everyone was looking at me dumbfounded. 

The judge sat back in his seat, looking resigned. He waved at Him as I brought back my eyes on His.

“You may proceed, Counsellor Moseley.”

“Thank you Your Honour. Erica… let’s start with explaining everyone why you first contacted me about a year ago, and why you have been contacting me many times since. Tell everyone now !”, he commanded.

“I…”, I started, thinking how much I was going to say what I had kept buried for so long.

“Say it Erica… it feels so EXHAUSTING to have secrets, doesn’t it ?”

“Yes, Sir… so very exhausting…”, I felt it to my core. 

“Tell everyone now… it will make you feel so relaxed afterwards… I promise”, he added.

“Yes, Sir… I contacted you because I wanted to be hypnotized”, I said simply.

“Keep going Erica… you will feel so GOOD the more you talk…”, he said in a deep tone.

“I wanted to be hypnotized… I wanted to be trained…”, the words were slowly coming out of my mouth. The humiliation I felt coupled with the pleasure of obeying was making me dizzy. “I wanted to be… trained to be… well… I mean… hum… to be your submissive slave…”, i said almost in a rush at the end.

I felt a rush of pleasure and relaxation as I could hear everyone in the courtroom gasping. Oh how I did not want to look at anybody right now. I was humiliated… and I knew he was just getting started. I felt as scared as aroused.

“Very good, very good Erica. We signed a contract you and I, didn’t we ?”

“Yes, Sir, we did.”

“Here is a copy. I want you to read the beginning phrases for me now !”, he ordered.

I took the paper he was handing me and I began to read.

“I, Erica Kirkpatrick, agrees to submit completely to Sir Kyle in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time or situation in which I, His slave, may willfully refuse to obey the directives of Sir Kyle without risking punishment except in situations that transgress His slave’s veto. I, His slave, where appropriate, hold veto power over any command given by Sir Kyle, at which time I may rightfully refuse to obey that command. This power may only be invoked under the following circumstances, or where agreed by both Sir Kyle and I, His slave :

1. Where said command conflicts with any existing laws and may lead to fines, arrests or prosecution of His slave

2. Where said command may cause extreme damage to His slave’s life, such as losing their job, causing family stress, etc.

3. Where…”

“Thank you, Erica”, He stopped me. I put the paper down and looked up at Him.

“Now I know that I am putting your job at risk, you knew that when you sat here. And yet you did not invoke that veto. Why is that, Erica ?”, he cocked his head slightly to the right.

“I have to tell the truth, Sir…”, I responded assuredly.

“That is right… because telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth is more important to you than anything, isn’t Erica ?”

I had flashes of sessions with him now… I remember vaguely him using that phrase to make me tell him all my darkest desires… I knew then I couldn’t have fought it. Wouldn’t have been able to invoke my veto. His hold on me was too strong. No, not too strong… it was wonderful. I shouldn’t question, cannot question…

“Yes, telling the truth to Sir Kyle is very important to me”, I said, aware of everyone around now too embarrassed for me to interrupt this nonsense. I shouldn’t continue, but I couldn’t help it.

“Did we agree on a safe word in case you wanted to veto something, Erica ?”

“Yes, Sir, we did”, I said confidently. It felt good to obey and have the right answers.

“And what was that safe word, Erica ?”

“Western, Sir !”, and as I answered, it dawned on me that it was the same as my client.

“Excellent, you are such a good girl…”, I heard him say as I was feeling humiliation and oh so aroused.

“Tell everyone how you are feeling right now, Erica. Remember, the whole truth.”

“I… I feel humiliated… so humiliated… and… very horny…”, I almost spat the last words, covering my face in shame. 

I couldn’t believe I was saying that in a courtroom in front of colleagues. I could tell the defense team now was embarrassed at the turn of event.

“Very good girl…”

God… I felt so excited and aroused, I couldn’t stand it. I was feeling the waves of pleasure as I was afraid to come right in front of all those people… He continued.

“You will now tell the court how you asked me to train you, and what you paid me to do. I want them to understand we only do what our clients ask us to do and pay us to do. I know you wouldn’t want to bring shame on my name, would you, Erica ?”

“Oh no Sir !”, and I felt so strongly as I said it how displeased He would be if I did that, and I did not want to displease Him.

“Very well then… explain them. Tell them what you asked and how I treated you.”

“Yes, Sir…”, I cleared my throat again, “I came to you and asked you to train me into slavery through hypnosis”, I said as I was more and more ashamed to say that in front of everyone while feeling pleasure. “I wanted to become your slave. You have agreed to practice hypnosis on me. You gave me files to listen to, then we had sessions together. And you trained me as I had asked. Each time we met, you were a perfect gentleman. As you became Sir Kyle, you started treating me like a Master should treat His slave, which is what I had asked.”

“So… let me ask you a question then. Are there times during those sessions that I had sex with you without your specific consent at the time ?”

“Of course, Sir”, I heard gasps in the courtroom again and I could feel my cheeks burning from humiliation but I had to continue, “a Master doesn’t need His slave’s permission to use her for his pleasure. It is his prerogative to use His slave whenever and however he wished. My consent was implied when I signed the contract the first day we met, Sir.”

“Very well, good girl, Erica…”

I could feel myself dying of shame and being so aroused I could feel my wetness coming down my thighs through my panties. I felt like crying and coming all at once…

“Thank you, Sir.”, I answered, pleased to have pleased him.

“So would it be fair to assume that, had there been videos of those sessions of us together, it might have been construed as rape ?”, he pointedly asked me.

“I suppose so, yes, Sir, from an outside perspective. You, Sir, had told me you liked a feisty slave once in a while, so there are sessions that were more intense than others.”

“And after those sessions, did you ever think about suing me for rape, Erica ?”

“Of course, NOT, SIr !”, I answered firmly.

“And why is that, Erica ?”

“Well… because I am… your slave, Sir…”, I heard myself say, the humiliation becoming unbearable.

The judge interrupted once again.

“Do you mean to tell me that you entered this contract willingly and you agreed to hypnosis to change yourself into his slave ?”, the judge asked me, looking rather confused and schooled.

I looked to my left, to this judge who a mere 30 minutes ago respected me and now seemed speechless at the submissive mess he was seeing in front of him.

“Yes, Your Honour, I did.”, I simply answered.

“And whatever he asks of you, you will do it ?”

“Yes, Your Honour, as long as it respects the contract we signed. And as he said, telling the truth in all manner is more important to me even than my career. I know it is an idea he implanted and conditioned, but I accepted all his conditioning. So I cannot veto what he is doing now. I accept it”, I heard myself say.

In my head, I was battling between the need to put a stop to all this, and a need, a deep need to be good for Sir Kyle. To obey Sir Kyle…

“Your Honour”, He interjected. “I can prove that she is willing to humiliate herself of her own free will. And that this is what she wanted, as she explained to you.”

“Young man, you have done quite a job so far, I must say… I am not sure I should let you continue…”, he began.

“But Your Honour, do you understand that it proves we are innocent, my company, my partner and me ? We do what people ask us to do. The rape fantasy is quite frequent, actually. We usually take additional precautions but my partner was taken with Jane Doe and did not, sadly. But all that will be cleared soon, won’t it, Erica ?”, he turned to address me.

“Yes, Sir, it will be.”

“Ok so in the meantime, Erica, the judge would like a proof, I think, of all that you have asked us to do to you…”, He said.

I felt dread filling me once more. This was enough… I wanted to please and yet I was so humiliated.

“Please… please stop, Sir… I think they understood…”, I tried to plea, but He dismissed my words with a hand gesture, instead taking the contract again and put it under my eyes.

“Read the line 24, please. And really loud for all to hear, Erica !”, he commanded.

“Yes, Sir…”, I took the paper and searched for the line 24… when I found it I felt nauseous… he wasn’t making me say this, right ?… “it says… it says… it says ‘I, His slave, want to be made to beg at Sir Kyle’s feet whenever he asks”, I lowered my eyes.

“Line 25 now !”

“I, His slave, will always be…”, I knew what was coming and couldn’t read it out loud…

“Continue, Erica, you are doing well…”

“Please, don’t make me say this…”, I tried to beg but I saw the determination in your eyes as you looked at the paper and then me, so I continued on… “… will always be… clean and shaved for Sir Kyle…”.

The gasps in the courtroom were too much… I felt a tear form at the corner of my eyes… and yet I was getting wetter and wetter, unable to control my pleasure as I was obeying…

“And…?”, He encouraged.

“Clean and shaved for Sir Kyle and always ready… always ready to serve his cock… my… my body is His, my… my holes are His… to do as he pleases with…”, I finished while slamming the paper on the stand.

I felt so humiliated. I wouldn’t recover from that…

“Very good girl, Erica. And now last but not least, line 27 loud and clear.”

I looked at the papers… I felt nauseous… I took it in my hands again. I scanned the contract. Oh Jesus-Christ…

“I can’t, Sir, I can’t…”, I begged Him once more.

“Of course you can, my good girl…”

Damn Him… the pleasure was so intense… it was building.

“Line 27… Sir Kyle controls…”, I cleared my throat, “Sir Kyle controls my… orgasms. I must… always ask permission… to touch myself. Sir Kyle can also decide who can play with His slave. Can I stop now, Sir ?”, I asked finally at the end of my rope.

“Yes, you can, thank you. So, Your Honour, as you can see, our contracts are pretty thorough. Our clients are very satisfied. If you watch Jane Doe’s video once more, as my partner suggested you do, you will see he did not lie. Everything stopped when she said the safe word. Erica here could have said the safe word all along in the past 30 minutes, yet she didn’t. Why ? Let’s ask her, shall we ? Why is that Erica ? Why didn’t you put a stop to this sooner ? Look at the judge and tell him !”

I swallowed and turned to the judge, once again looking up at him. He beat me to it.

“Yes, Counsellor, why haven’t you stopped this madness ?”

“Because… because… it turns me on so much, Your Honour. I love to be… a good girl to Sir Kyle, Your Honour. I am sorry… I don’t know what to say… I am completely humiliated and yet obeying him is giving me more pleasure than the pain of humiliation… and even the humiliation… I cannot help it, I love it, your Honour.”

I put my face in my hands again. I couldn’t believe all I had done. I knew my life as I knew it was over… I could see how everyone was looking at me, judging me. I saw Sir Kyle approach me without the judge saying a word… everything was fading around me, like there was only Sir Kyle and me left. I was seeing his face, and then only his eyes as his voice began to talk to me reassuringly…

“You are doing so well, Erica… you are such a good girl… such a good girl…”

I couldn’t move anymore, I could just look at his eyes…

“In a moment, I will count from 1 to 5, and when I get to 5, you will be waking up refreshed and so ready to please, so grateful that Sir Kyle gave you EXACTLY what you wanted. 

1

Feel your toes…

2

Feel your legs… start moving your toes…

3

More and more conscious of your body

4

More and more conscious of your surroundings…

Coming back to the surface and…

5 (snap)

AWAKE

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself naked in Sir Kyle’s dungeon. 

“Hello again, slave Erica”

“Hello Sir Kyle”, I said as I stretched.

“Did you enjoy what I just did for you, slave Erica ?”

“Oh my god yes, Sir Kyle. It was such an intense experience… I was so turned on, I could barely think !”, I responded enthusiastically.

He caressed my tummy and His hand came resting between my legs as His finger entered me.

“Mmm yes, slave, you seem to have enjoyed the experience tremendously.”

“I did Sir, thank you so much”.

“Oh words won’t do, slave… words won’t do. Let’s see how you will show me your gratitude this afternoon, shall we ?”.

He grabbed my leash and as I felt a gentle tug on my collar, I followed him eagerly, my mind blank and ready to obey.