. She's..." Dad struggled with the words, then looked at me with his trademark serious expression. "She's kind of freaky."Shocked that dad would say s...mething like that, I turned to mom, who solemnly nodded. "Freaky?" I repeated."In a good way." Mom soothed me. "We've just never met someone like her." You barely know her." I retaliated, my tone starting to reflect how I felt towards someone calling her 'freaky.'"Do you?" Dad asked. "You're really quick to tell me you're not dating her. Yet when. The robe was obviously history, but then I noticed that you were squeezing your thighs together and sort of wriggling just a bit."You need me to step out while you use the toilet, Sweety?", I asked... (stupid me)."No, but it's nice of you to ask", you replied.Then I saw that your nipples were red and standing out, hard as rocks.Before I could comment you asked, "Mike, do we have any oil or lotion with us?" Yes. I have some in my toiletries kit ... a couple types, in fact. Why, Katie, you need. "She pulled me up and kissed me, more tenderly than I have ever been kissed.Once she broke it, she repeated an earlier thought. "You desperately need this, my pet. You are clearly not getting the training you need from your boyfriend. I bet he is even clueless to your desperate desire to submit to him, isn't he?" Yes," I replied with a sigh."As you wait for my text, which may come tomorrow, a week from now or a month, I expect you to follow just a few simple instructions."I stared at her. The words swim briefly but sharpen into frightening clarity. Slave ContractOf my own free will, as of 6/5/16, i hanna wilson, hereby grant you, Mistress Erin, full ownership and use of my body and mind, effective immediately, with no set end date.i will obey you at all times and will wholeheartedly seek your pleasure and well-being above all other considerations.i renounce all rights to my own pleasure, comfort or.