by Mrs. Darling
-Household Duties: Cleaning and maintaining the home, laundry, shopping, all cooking and baking, running all errands as needed. Any task assigned should be considered permanent until further notice. Tasks may be added at any time.
General Behavior
-Attitude: As a submissive, I will show an attitude of respect at all times. Disrespect is a serious offense and will be punished.
-Respect includes: manner of speech, promptness, kneeling to serve (when able), proper answers, obedience, and wholehearted honesty.
-Respect and obedience are the two most valuable aspects of attitude that I will show at all times. Failure to do so will be punished.
Behavior in Private
-I shall address Mr. Donnovan as “Sir” or “Mister” at all available times. I will pay full attention to him when being spoken to.
-My Dominant is more important than any other activity I may be engaged in with the exclusion of immediate child care needs.
-I will sit, stand, walk, kneel, and lay where, when, and how he desires.
Behavior in Public
-I will address my Dominant by his given name or “Mister” at all times when there is not enough privacy to use the aforementioned “Sir.”
-I will remain within eyesight of my husband unless permission is given to do otherwise.
-I will be courteous and prompt at all times.
-I will dress as Mr. Donnovan desires. I will do my best to always have a put together appearance in any social setting where I represent my husband.
-I will not argue or complain in public.
Training
-Training activities will include: domestic skills training, offering of self every evening on bended knee, proper answers, orgasm control, anal training to increase my ability to offer every hole as he wishes, learning to present myself as a submissive full of poise, grace, and beauty in public and private, learning protocols and rituals throughout this contract on an as-needed basis; any other training activities as Leo Donnovan deems fit.
Orgasm Control
-I am to achieve orgasm only by express permission of Mr. Leo Donnovan.
-I understand that a submissive’s orgasms are controlled for proper training and reminding me that it is with my Dominant’s good grace that sexual pleasure is brought, providing motivation, physical and sexual energy. Mr. Donnovan will allow me this reward when he desires.
Punishment
Punishment will be given for the following offenses:
-Cockiness/rudeness
-Disobedience
-Incorrectly addressing Mr. Donnovan
-Failing to properly serve
-Achieving orgasm without consent
-Any other punishable offense as dictated
Forms of Punishment
-Punishments can include: spanking, nipple pinching, cropping, hair pulling, withholding of orgasm, caning, any other punishment as he sees fit.
-Punishments are intended as full and complete penance for offenses. Punishments should always fit the crime, and would be executed with full understanding that once over, the issue is over.
Section Two: Limits of D/s Contract
Limits of submissive
-Hard: Bestiality, pedo play, branding, cutting, injections, scarification, permanent markings (excepting mutually agreed upon tattooing), any toilet play, animal play, catheter use, diaper use, gun play, permanently giving away to another Dominant, infantilism, prostitution, illegal activities.
-Soft: Humiliation, fisting, electricity, temporarily giving away to another Dominant, spitting, slapping.
Safety
Safe words for the duration of the contract will be the same in public and private settings. “Red” will indicate an immediate stop to all activities. “Yellow” will indicate an approach to the limits of play.
Section Three: Submissive’s pledge
I will do my best to serve my Mister.
I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve you.
I will grow as a person.
I will maintain honest and open communication.
I will reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without fear of judgment or embarrassment.
I will bring you any wants and perceived needs of mine.
I will be the very best mother and homemaker possible.
I will work to repair our marriage.
I will not hold past mistakes against you.
I will do what I can to try and trust again.
My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities towards making the utmost use of my potential.
In recognition of my family obligations, I know nothing will be required of me that will in any way damage or harm my child or interfere with the performance of my duties as a mother and as a wife.
This I, Chloe Donnovan, do entreat with lucidity and the realization of what this means, both stated and implied, in the conviction that this offer will be understood in the spirit of faith, caring, esteem, devotion and the love in which it is given.
Should either of us find that our aspirations are not being well served by this agreement, find this commitment too burdensome, or for any other reason wish to cancel, either Mr. or Mrs. Donnovan may do so by verbal notification to the other in keeping with the consensual nature of this contract.
We both understand that cancellation means a cessation to the power exchange dynamic indicated and implied within this agreement, not a termination of the relationship as friends, lovers, and spouses.
Upon cancellation, each of us agrees to offer the other his or her reasons and to assess the new needs and situation openly.
This agreement shall serve as the basis for an extension of our relationship, committed to in the spirit of loving and consensual Dominance and submission with the intention of furthering self-awareness and exploration, promoting health and happiness, and improving both lives.
Section Four: Signatures
This contract is valid from this day of signing until this date ________________, and at that it may be renewed or renegotiated if the Dominant and/or submissive is of that interest.
I offer my consent of submission to __________________ under the terms state above on this, the ______ day of ___________ in the year ______.
x_________________
(Signature of submissive)
I offer My acceptance of submission by _________________ under the terms stated above on this, the _____ day of __________ in the year ______.
x_________________
(Signature of Dominant)
Black and white as I had typed it. I’ve spent countless hours scouring the internet, crafting each word with my intentions; reviewing, rewriting. Now at the bottom it’s signed by my husband, Leo T. Donnovan, followed by his handwriting today’s date. Our wedding anniversary.
I keep my head facing the pages, nervous to look up yet, and for the first time that day I really think back to the day we married. We signed a contract that day too. A marriage contract and within months it had been broken.
Leo had been under such immense pressure. A new transfer and work position in Atlanta. Atlanta itself, a city so different from what he was accustomed to. He left behind the only home he ever knew; the desert mountains. Left his friends behind. His family behind. He moved in with me right away and it became so serious so fast; he’d never loved anybody enough to live with them. We bought a house together. Gotten pregnant years before expecting it to happen. I went from pregnant girlfriend to pregnant bride to pregnant stay-at-home mother, saddling him with financial stress and obligation and burden.
Leo Donnovan cracked under the pressure; a rock turning to dust. The man made the abominable mistake of seeking out another person to help sweep up the rubble.
Would this arrangement, this D/s contract and the added responsibility it would add be the death of “us” for good? Could
he handle it? I don’t really know.
What I do know is that if Leo and Chloe Donnovan are destined to meet with a divorce attorney in six months and negotiate things like co-parenting and child support payments I want this beforehand. I want to submit to him. I want to try and trust again. I want to go out with a bang.
Putting on a brave face I glance across the table to my husband who is staring at me with the intensity that he had stared at the contract. Damn is he menacing. I put out a hand as steady as I can and gesture for his pen. Making no indication that he’s giving it to me I lay my extended arm back into my lap covered in new silk. He leans forward and speaks seriously.
“Chloe. Darling. Before you sign. I’d like to add a few things here to this offer of yours. I’d like you to look at me in the eyes and tell me you understand what I’m saying to you.”
Without hesitation I lean forward and match his fixed gaze and with the same severity, “I understand. Sir.”
“Good. I am going to push you to your limits. Both your physical and mental. Do you understand?” he asks, pausing for reply.
“Yes Sir, I understand.” I repeat.
He furthers, “I am finding myself to be quite a sadist. I want to get you alone and make you writhe in pleasure and in pain.”
Shiver. I don’t know if I am a masochist. Yet I know I can submit to him and I will give him all of my body to experiment and learn. I expected this going in but it’s quite different to hear it leaving his lips.
“I understand Sir.”
Leo continues, “I will hold you to incredibly high standards. And if you break these standards, I will punish you. Have no doubt.”
“I understand, Sir.” I rush out. I mean, I am going to try to do my best, what could I possibly be punished over?
“And finally,” he says with his eyebrows deepening, “you trust me again for the duration. Not ‘try’ to. Trust every day, every moment, every decision. If you can’t trust in me entirely, I want nothing to do with this. There is no room for negotiation in this matter.”
My eyes tear up. Damn it. I mean, I know he’s right but the words are salt in a wound. Staring at him, seeing his sorrow reflecting mine, I seal my fate:
“I understand, Sir.”
Without breaking my sight, he hands me his pen and smiles, instantly lightening the mood at the table, “Wait until you see the collar I’ve picked out for you, darlin.”
With that, I sign. I am a submissive.
Leo looks up and motions across the room for service while taking the contract and putting it away. I relax for the first time in several weeks with my big secret now unveiled and the decision made. The air feels different somehow. Calmer. I am completely free of decisions. I cannot possibly understand the entire consequence of this new way of living but I let go of the concern and look forward to it all. Starting with dessert.
We apologize to the waiter who brings us fresh cups of coffee. Smiling ear to ear still, Leo hands me a spoon and we dig into the brûlée. I can’t imagine how life could be sweeter. That is until I spy the not-so-neatly wrapped box sitting on the table.
I’ve forgotten all about Leo’s gift to me in the nerves surrounding mine. I give him a sly look and point at the box with my spoon, blueberry and all.
“Hey, Sir, whatcha got in the box?” I ask with a curious grin.
His smile goes from a beam of light to a more solemn look. He must be realizing that I trumped his gift. I mean, what could he possibly have in that box that could compare with giving him a signed and sealed full-time submissive?
He hands the gift over to me and I take it, setting my silverware down to accept.
I give the package (lighter than I had expected) a shake and feel a minor shift inside. It’s been obviously wrapped by him which is strange because he hates doing that task and typically will find a coworker to ask politely for assistance.
I pull off the wrapping and find a thin, simple box that hinges like a holiday clothes box only smaller, about a quarter of the size. I lift open the lid and see white tissue paper covering whatever the gift is. I make the obvious “Oh Leo, you got me tissue paper, thank you!” joke and not getting so much as a hardy-har from him, I lift up the paper to see inside.
This time, it’s my face with jaw-dropped shock. I can’t breathe.
Leo has to verbally remind me and he does so barely above a whisper, “Breathe, darling.”
I’m frozen solid. It is paper, that’s for sure. I don’t even know what to do with it. Touch it? Take it out? Cover it back up?
I look to Leo and stutter, “H-h-h-how much?”
Quietly he answers, “Twenty thousand.”
I lose my breath again. There are two stacks of bills. Hundreds. I can’t move to touch them.
“Breathe Chloe.” Leo reminds gently again.
With my breath comes the only other question I can process in the moment: “Why?”
Leo explains.
“Chloe, this is your money. It is your freedom; your get out of jail free card. I know you’ve struggled giving up your job to stay home and all that comes with it. I don’t ever want you to feel stuck with me. Not now, not six months from now, not ten years from now. I want you to be with me and- look at me Chloe- stay married to me, because you want that not because you feel like you can’t leave for financial reasons. For any reason. Hide it. Invest it. Keep it however, wherever, you want, just save it. As your husband and now as your Dominant, I want you to know that I’ll do my very best to keep you. But you can leave. That is your choice. It should buy you-”
“I love you. I love you so much Leo.” I interrupt him, throat choking up, blown away by the gift he has just given me. I didn’t even know that it was something I needed or wanted until I had it.
“I love you too,” he whispers back. “Still wanna make that bet from earlier? You have the money now.”
It turns my almost-tears to relieved laughter and I sniffle up and finally put my body back in motion. I fold the gift back together, the power of that much cash sitting in my lap a lovely contradiction to the power I have just given away.
I look up at my striking husband feeling like I have lived through as many emotional swings as courses we have eaten. I give a satisfied sigh and ask Mr. Donnovan, my husband of exactly one year, “Sir, can you take me home please? I want to kneel to you.”
Reaching across the table to take my hand: “I thought you’d never ask my love.”
We sit quietly on the way home listening to low tunes, Leo’s thumb drawing circles around the back of my hand he holds tight. The box of cash and the envelope containing our contract are sitting at my bare feet, stripped of the new heels. Cute shoes, certainly. Practical? Not so much.
Upon arrival at the beach house I gather my bag and shoes and “gifts” while Leo comes around to open the door for me yet again.
I step out with arms filled up and Leo pushes me up against the car, the glass window slick on my bare back. We kiss sensually before backing away and his directing me to, “Go ahead.”
I walk ahead of him and as we climb the stairs I call out teasingly behind me, “Like the view back there?”
On the tiny wooden porch he answers with a look of consideration. “Yes actually. I like you walking in front of me. I like to see you, what you are doing. Catch you if you fall. Keep doing that. Walk in front of me whenever you can.”
I look at him like he’s nuts, wondering if this is something he has always wanted or if it’s now occurring to him, but it doesn’t matter. I do as he says now.
I continue the lighthearted conversation as he gathers his keys out and ask as a joke more than anything, “Should I walk on the left or right, Sir?”
I glide into the opened door as gracefully as I can in a cocktail dress and arms full of stuff, hearing him reply from behind me. “Left. Walk in front, on the left.”
Now I laugh hard; I can’t help it. At the absurdity of him actually having a preference. At the realization that it is a simple request I
can easily accommodate.
Leo helps me unload and hands me my money box, instructing me to go hide it somewhere and meet him back in the living room. I go to our bedroom and do some quick searching for the right place to keep such a serious lump of cash. I know Leo is doing great at his job, selling about a half dozen homes every single month but wow. I wonder if he sold some of his stocks.
It’s an incredible relief knowing that I have my own money. I think briefly to that awful day when I discovered his affair and how that being one of the first things I processed: how can I leave when I’m pregnant with no job or income? Never again. He really did give me freedom back moments after I gave it up.
I put the box in my underwear drawer (so obvious I know but I can move it somewhere safer tomorrow) and I brush my teeth, refresh my perfume, and return to my waiting Dominant.
Leo is in the living room, suit coat off, tie off, top of his collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. He looks more like the everyday him, comfortable but still classy. He is leaned up against the back of the loveseat in the center of the room and in his hands is a strip of black leather.
I cross to see what can only be a collar. It’s different than the ones we have seen in research. Feminine and strong. Patent leather, black and shiny as a pool of fresh oil, trimmed in a thin strip of black lace across the top and bottom. The shape is different too. The bottom center dips down into a “V” bringing the collar an additional inch lower on the wearer’s throat. I will learn in the next few weeks of becoming Leo’s submissive that it is called a “posture collar,” and it does insist on great posture. In the center lies a silver Celtic heart, with a metal “O” the size of a dime hanging off of it. I consider the possibility of a leash being attached, wondering if that is Leo’s intention, and shiver.
If I were a collar, I would be this one. It is me personified. A little bit tough, a little bit frilly. Needing reminding to stand straight because I am worthy of being noticed but hesitant to do so. Wearing my heart where everybody can see it. Delicate. Sexy.
