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THE CONTRACT

Zoe dressed for him and decorated her flesh. To satisfy his appetite was a justifiable chore. She implored adoration so she adorned. The decorative modifications turned her into his doll. Perry anatomised & explored her, and played with each part. The emotional factor was not to hinder his fun.

An excessive sexual energy surrounded them both, two bodies with only one soul. The complexity of their amalgamation could not be projected. Speculative conversations predicted a deleterious future, but only few judged. Her reality was only him - her teacher, her friend her mentor her lover and soul mate.

In their bedroom she prepared for his arrival. Her eyebrows linearly pencilled and defined with black mascara . Eyes covered with expensive powdered colour. Zoe focussed on the ceiling lamp that hung 12 feet above her. A radiant red artificial glow covered her lips, their definition exact. Her green eyes stared into the mirror, a voice inside her head asking 'who are you?'. She stepped into a black lace body suite. Nipples erect from the cold but still ignoring the question in her mind.

Before his lips touched hers, Perry enjoyed, with the back of his hand, smearing the red pigment across her face . When she recalls his constant request, "I want you to look like a slut", tears flow slowly from her pupils smudging the black heavy mascara.

His actions and conduct for Zoe depended on her appearance. When she hadn't the strength, energy or motivation to glamorise herself he simply failed to acknowledge her existence. When she asked what was wrong, he snapped 'nothing'. Zoe knew it was more than nothing.

As he walked up the hallway towards her, "...you know I hate you looking like a dag," he'd say. His interpretation of a dag was having no make up on and wearing glasses. He hated her spectacles, to remind her, he'd suck his thumb place it on the glass and smear them. Perry would smile as Zoe removed her spectacles to wipe them clean.

Zoe preferred and enjoyed his amorousness. His love for her was obsessive. Nobody would or could love her in this fashion. Perry constantly reminded her they were soul mates. He was intoxicated with her body her character, the illusion. Zoe was his obsession.

After only a year into their union, on a deserted warm sandy beach, Perry began his irrational demands. "I want you to piss in my mouth", he said. Zoe bewildered at his request wondered about his sanity.

'Surely he's not serious', she thought. Zoe was wrong. He began to kiss her lips, then her neck, within seconds he was biting her labia. "Piss in my mouth", he demanded. She laughed. Perry squeezed her thighs. "Piss I said," his fingers now digging into her buttocks. Zoe no longer laughing, realising his fixation began to concentrate. His lips pressed against hers, " piss in my mouth," he insisted.

Zoe enjoyed the pleasure of his mouth and attempted to grant him his wish. His hands now tightening around her breast squeezing as he screamed "piss in my mouth." Zoe visualised his requirement. Perry swallowed every drop.

"That was great baby," he said, as he bit her outer labia and then kissed her lips. Zoe alleviated, laughed hysterically.

... don't miss chapter two in the next edition ...

Perry's psycho-sexual development regressed over the next year. His obsession now extending into piercing and scarification. Piercing his flesh and that of others was becoming a hobby. Zoe coped with the nipple piercings he claimed stimulated him. She continued wondering about his lucidity, trying to understand his sexual needs.

by Ascension