Chapter Fourteen: Contact
=========================

:Author: Gospodin

.. meta::
   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 14
   :shs-keywords: f, latex, mc, bd

Awash in waves of pleasure, Marie almost didn't notice the lights
dimming around her. With each slurp of her tongue against the black
rubber tentacle in her mouth, she seemed to draw the very illumination
from the room. Soon she was blinking her eyes to focus on the image of
the fellating catwoman in the mirror before her--a difficult task when
the pleasure kept sending them rolling back into her head.

Soon a pale glow began to emanate from behind the mirror in front of
Marie. She suckled eagerly on the black rubber prong, watching the image
of a computer screen come into focus. She watched as a program called
"dasher" started up, and a mouse pointer appeared in the center of the
screen, bobbing slightly as she sucked.

Marie soon realized that the rubber tail in her mouth controlled some
sort of pointing device in the computer that was displaying its screen
behind a two-way mirror. She could move the mouse over to the column of
letters on the right hand side of the screen, and they would slip to the
left to form words on the top of the screen. Instead of spaces, an
underscore ("_") would appear, and it seemed to be very clever at
determining what words were most likely following other words.

.. image:: dasher.gif

After a few minutes of idly swinging her head around and writing about
quick brown foxes and horny rubbergirls, she was startled to see yellow
words appear along the black bottom border of the screen:

    Hello slave.

Marie nudged the pointer to the h, and the word ``hello`` flowed
naturally without much further head movement. She swung the pointer back
to the center, feeling the rubber post against her right cheek.

    Do you know who this is?

Marie paused, and then silently constructed the word ``mistress`` from
the letters on the right.

    Good girl.

Marie moaned, her nipples and clit tingling with satisfaction at the
praise.

There was no further communication from the other side, so Marie spelled
out ``where_are_you`` with the erotic joystick, her tongue still
swirling around it.

    I am not far, but you will not be allowed to see me until the time
    is right. Only once you are truly dominated will I reveal myself to
    you. You have been a good girl so far, and submitted yourself to my
    will when necessary. I am satisfied that you won't repeat the
    mistake you made with the corset.

Marie grunted and shifted her weight on the bench, working a few kinks
out of her neck. She began to work the dasher input screen more
intuitively now, not thinking of it as anything but words she
communicated to her mistress:

    ``were_you_at_the_party_earlier``

    Yes, but you never saw me. I did enjoy your little sexual
    rendez-vous with Steed, however. If you please me, I may allow you
    to see him again sometime.

    ``how_do_i_please_you``

    Good girl. You please me now by going to the agency for work. You
    will not receive any money, but the agency will handle all of your
    expenses. I realize that this is important since many of the
    contractors are waiting to be paid for some of the repair work done
    on your aunt's house.

    ``what_is_the_agency``

    They are an organization that handles the legal and administrative
    side of practical enslavement. Since this country forbits chattel
    slavery, they use debt structures and power of attorney to sign as
    much power over to me as possible. Once you are freed of these
    responsibilities, you will be a guest in my house.

    ``i_lose_my_house``

    You will continue to live in it, and you will find it well kept for
    you. If you have any children, they will also be adopted by me and
    will thus become heirs to your old estate. You will be the house's
    resident slave, and all responsibilities will be lifted from your
    shoulders.

Marie began to realize that the responsibility of maintaining the old
victorian was one of the things that she had never really felt
comfortable with. Her aunt had done mostly interior work, and had let
the structure fall apart some. Marie had never liked dealing with the
contractors, and the permit process for what Americans considered to be
historic architecture was a nightmare. In a way, she began to realize
that she was relieved to no longer have to worry about it.

    ``thank_you_mistress``

    Good girl. You will soon be fed, and then released. You will then
    head directly to the Agency for job preparation and assignment. I
    will allow you one final question.

    ``what_do_you_want_from_me``

    I want your complete and total surrender, so that there can be no
    question about my stepping in and taking my rightful place in your
    life. You surrender a piece of yourself each time you make progress
    in your training.  I want all of you. That is all.

The lights glowed dimly as the computer screen faded behind the mirror,
and Marie began to see her tired eyes in the mirror yet again. Her weary
jaw still slurped and sucked on the tail in her mouth, and her suckling
gained a second wind as a salty-sweet gelatinous rice porridge emerged
from it. She ate hungrily, having had nothing but champagne and semen
the night before.

Once she had swallowed the mixture completely, the tail pulled itself
from her rubber lips with a pop, retracting back into the bench. A
series of clattering sounds marked the release of the mechanisms holding
her arm sheaths on, and she massaged her shoulders and stretched her
arms for the first time in what felt like hours.

Once she had the strength to push herself upright, she peeled the leg
sheaths off and began to rub her aching knees through the rubber of her
costume. She twisted her arms behind her back, trying to work some of
the kinks out of her elbows, and thought back to the armbinder she wore
while making love to Steed.  Smiling, she tidied up the cell and put
things back the way she had found them.

As Marie brought the vault's garage-door opening down behind her, she
heard a twang come from her hips. Looking down, she saw that one of the
locked sections of her utility belt had sprung open, revealing a
business card with nothing but an address printed on it.

She gazed out the fourth-floor window of the storage building, her mind
blank as she watched the evening traffic on the streets below. She had
been in the vault for the entire day, suckling on the mechanical prong
for several hours.  Marie felt calm, but not tired, she realized. It was
not entirely unlike the feeling she had known when she was hypnotized by
a stage magician at a school event.

Marie squinted, and realized that she could make out the location of the
address on her card just a few blocks away. The subject of time again
occurred to her, as she realized that Halloween had been over for nearly
a day, making her erotic catwoman outfit even more conspicuous. The
thought of encountering other people as she walked to the agency did not
appeal to Marie, but she felt so detached that it did not truly bother
her. Taking as deep a breath as she dared in her corseted, plugged, and
fed state, she strutted to the elevator and stepped out into the night.

The evening winds bent around her frictionless body, but the chilly
night seemed amplified by her suit. Marie hugged her chest with her
arms, covering her obscenely erect nipples and the rings that now
strained against the suit's bosom. She shivvered as the cold caused her
to clench her tail straight out behind her.

It was a terrifying walk, the absence of pedestrians making Marie even
more afraid. She looked down each alley and doorway tentatively,
wondering how fast she could run in her heelless paw-boots. She reached
the unmarked door of the Agency, and her fear of the trip gave way to
dread. Once she stepped through that door, she was expected to sign her
life away.

Shuddering with cold and anticipation, she pressed a chromed claw into
the doorbell.

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