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Confession No. 6 – The Contract of Obedience

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It had been a week since the red room.

Seven days of waking up wet.

Seven nights of dreams where I whispered his name into my pillow.

I hadn’t expected him to contact me. But I’d wanted him to.

When the next bouquet came, it was black orchids only.

And inside, folded on cream parchment:

“If you still ache, return. Say yes. And kneel. – E”

The note had a time. Midnight this time.

I didn't hesitate.

Return

The Still Bloom was darker this time. The main shop had closed early. There were no flowers in the windows. Just the key waiting under the mat.

I let myself in.

The stairs still creaked.

My heart still raced.

And the red room still waited.

He was there Elijah, dressed in obsidian again. This time, with a long leather binder in his hand.

He didn’t speak. Just handed it to me.

I opened it.

At the top of the first page:

CONTRACT OF OBEDIENCE

This document outlines the expectations of a submissive under temporary ownership. The submissive agrees to r
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