The Piano Teacher And Student

Chapter Three

For the next week the time for her passed glacially. Her mind was in turmoil. Had she made the right decision? Did she really know what she was doing? She continued with her piano lessons but her mind was elsewhere. One minute she was praying he would say yes and the next she was fearful and hoping for a negative response. But as the days rolled by she noticed that she was more and more determined that she wanted, she needed an answer in the affirmative!

For him there was hardly any doubt.

He was infatuated with her and she was giving herself to him! And he could do with her as he pleased! Within a day he had decided to formalise the “relationship” and he put together a “contract”. It was the oddest contract that anyone could have ever written; it was in essence a contract of slavery. Whether or not it was “legal” did not concern him. He wanted their union to be clear and stated.

She could and no doubt would break it if she wished and what could he do? But he enjoyed writing down the rules by which he would take command of her life, or at least a good part of it.

If he loved her, which he believed he did, was this the way to her heart? To provide precisely what she wanted….and more. Would she grow to love him if he abused and humiliated her in a way that she thought she wanted?

Well, only time would tell, and he was prepared to invest time and money into the venture.

A week later he went to her apartment. The lesson went badly. He made mistakes and her mind was clearly not on his playing. She finally stopped it after only fifteen minutes and said.

‘I cannot wait any longer; you must come to my room. I must know your answer, yes or no. I will not wait.” They left the study and went to her room. Again the conversation was almost non-existent. He sat on the chair and she on the bed. She wore plain, somewhat dowdy clothes, but he noted she was beautifully radiant. Her face though was apprehensive. He decided that he would not torture any longer, after all there was plenty of time for torture later!

He handed her a three page “contract”.

“Madame, these are the terms by which I will take you as my….slave. You must agree to them and sign.” She took out a pen and began to sign. He gripped her wrist.

“Madame, I suggest you might care to read the terms first.” He said with a faint smile. She returned a wry smile of her own.

“Why, monsieur? I am prepared to sign over anything, my freedom, my well being to you. So why should I not sign?” He continued to hold her wrist.

“Just read it….please madame.”

She looked at him for a few seconds and then quickly, perhaps too quickly read through it. Her face was expressionless, as if she was reading a dull lease, not a document which would descend her into permanent bondage. Among the more pertinent points she noted were as follows.

- she will find an apartment, one bedroom with an extra room for “activities”. She will leave her mother.

- she will continue in her employment as a piano teacher and continue to give him piano lessons. Now these will be free of charge. He considered what he was “offering” would offset the charges.

On both of these she nodded slowly, a faint smile coming after the second. She liked the term activities and she liked the idea of a double life. She would berate him for his poor playing and he could take revenge through their master/slave activities.

- she is to have no other relationship of any kind with a man, ever.

- his wishes and commands are final, any disobedience will be punished – physically, psychologically – in a manner he will choose.

- he will select and buy all her clothes, her street clothes and her slave wear (she glanced at him and nodded).

- he will choose her slave jewellery and she will wear it, permanently or temporarily, as he chooses (she glanced at him again, she was not sure what this jewellery was).

- the spare room will be equipped as the activity room, when not in use it will be locked at all times.

The next few caught her eye.

- her pubic hair will be kept hairless at all times, she will undergo electrolysis treatment in the next week. He will decide in the future if her head is to be shaved. (at this she did look alarmed at him, her pride and joy, her beloved red hair gone. But she would agree to it if required. What she did not know was that he had no intention of cutting her hair off, he loved it as much as she did…but was not to know that).

- no matter where she is or what she is doing she will obey her master unequivocally. All and any acts, no matter how strange and perverse, painful or humiliating, demanded by her master will be undertaken without question.

- the contract has no time limit, it will be for all time, to be only cancelled by him. The master contracts not to permanently harm or injure her in any way.

Well, that was a relief, she thought wryly. She continued to read the sections, one after the other. When she had finished without so much as a glance at him, she signed it and handed it to him.

“There you are, monsieur, I am now yours, your package, and your plaything to do with as you wish. My desires are only to serve and please you.”

To her, it sounded so strange saying this and yet she had no great fear now, there was excitement and a little apprehension but she was now venturing towards a new life, one which she had been thinking about for a long time.

To him, it also sounded strange. He had a good idea that she would accept but now…well, it was done. They were, both of them, committed.

“Very well,” he said, pocketing the contract, “take off all your clothes, I need to take all your measurements for your slave clothes and jewellery.” Without a murmur she stripped off all her clothes, including her rubber bra and panties. He was very pleased to see she had also worn her rubber stockings under her hose. Had she done this to please him or herself? He did not know but she looked quite wonderful as she rolled them down her firm legs.

He took numerous measurements, writing them down meticulously on a pad. She did not move, nor take her eyes off him even when he spread her legs. Many were intimate measurements, length of labia, nipple to nipple, pussy to bum hole. He demanded she open her mouth as wide as she could and took measurements of her bite. He took her glove size and her hat size; he even made a note of her nostril size and more intimately the tightness of her pussy and anal sphincter.

She felt like a mannequin or a doll, which was of course what she was now, inanimate, to be played with and prodded as he wished…and as she wished too. Finally done with the measuring, he said.

“You will advise your mother of your intentions to leave and start looking for an apartment tomorrow. When you have found one, you will contact me and I will view it with you to see if it appropriate for….your future life as my slave.” Then he smiled. “And tomorrow you will go to this address and get your beautiful pussy denuded, permanently.”

He stood by her and placed a hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, naked and shameless.

“What a strange world, madame. I want you to love me in a…what? A normal way, as I do you. Yet you do not wish that, you want me t abuse you, to use you and treat you as a chattel. And I will do that, madame. What a state your mother has got you into. Well, madame, all the pain and humiliation I will put you through will be because I….care for you, and it is what you wish. I hope that your feelings for me will change over time. But now, you are indeed mine, no going back. Rest assured that from now on we will not be playing games.” She stepped back and lowered her head.

“And I understand that, and crave that, for I have no self worth, you cannot degrade me monsieur. Maybe some day I will gain some pride in myself, who knows? Things can change.” She gave him a winsome smile. “But now I am your plaything, putty in your hands. I am looking forward to our relationship, if you are as good a master as piano player then well….I am in for an education, a hard time indeed, but I embrace it. I will be a hard mistress in your piano playing; you have talent to be a professional, although a little late in life, and I would expect you to be likewise as hard with my….education.”

“So be it, madame. I will see you in a week for my lesson, or earlier should you find an appropriate apartment. In the meantime I will begin ordering your clothes. You wore latex underwear and mask for me before and I can assure you that you will be wearing a lot of it in the future; in fact almost exclusively. For you see I also am very partial to its intoxicating feel, look and smell. So you will be experiencing underwear, outerwear and bondage wear. I think I may have a few surprises for you!”

He kissed her gently on the cheek and left her, saying no more. Yes, she thought, that was a bit of a surprise. So he likes latex too, well that can only be to the good for both of us. She was realising that despite his youth this man was not to be trifled with, but then she thought, well that was the point, for she wanted a man experienced enough in the ways of dominance and submission to handle her properly! She was now coming to the belief that maybe this was indeed the man.