Donna Troy - The Slave Contract (Unfinished)

This is a story with Donna Troy as the main heroine. I realized my Wonder Woman stories always tended to go towards her because she is my favourite of the Wonder heroines. So this was my first attempt at writing something just for her. It is unfinished and not edited so please be patient with it.

Donna Troy is alone in a tower full of heroes. There is an emptiness in side of her that is looking for ways to be filled. Donna finds herself online looking for excitement. Slade Wilson is the Titan's oldest and most deadly foe. He is looking to retire but he has said such things before. 

Donna hung from leather restraints around her wrists. Her wrists tied together over top of her head, they hung over a pole that came out from the cold stone wall. Dressed in her black stars costume Donna looked at her cell. It was small, maybe ten feet long with the back wall being only about 6 feet and the ceiling was maybe eight feet. She hung from the pole from her wrists but her ankles were free. Her shield and sword on the ground before her and at the other end a steel gate was guarded by two yellow jacket wearing H.I.V.E agents. Donna smiled and thought about her current situation. How many times had she been captured through the years? How many times did the villains think she was out of the equation? How many times could they have done more to her. That last thought was a fairly new one in her mind but caused her the most excitement. She worked the leather thign binding her wrists together and discovered that it was easily broken now that she was fully conscious but she took her time at the moment. Just getting her bearings and relishing the feeling of the binds. That was a new thought as well she had to say to herself but she knew where it was coming from.

Two months ago Donna had been bored, lonely and horny sat in her room at Titans Tower she had logged online and taken the plunge to look at personal websites. She could have signed up at a great deal many of them having been recommended by quite a few of her friends both inside the costume community and outside but her tastes just weren’t being met at those sites. So she had surfed and surfed until she had come across one called ‘Collared’ It didn’t seem that intense and it was free to sign up so she took a chance. Like most of the sites there were a series of check boxes and questions to be answered but the site was geared more towards sex and though she had never really thought about it she wanted something primal and sexual. That was what was driving her horniness so she answered the questions. Finally she had been asked at the end did she consider herself Dominant, Submissive, Switch or Slave. The terms were not new to her but the context was. A little light reading and researching and she had decided to list herself as a switch. The registration complete she had found herself as all women do when signed up to those sites, bombarded with messages. At first she had tried to be nice to answer every single one but some were just downright rude and some were just stupid so she eventually set some mail controls and the messages didn’t stop coming in but it stemmed the flow considerably. She found herself talking to a dominants and submissive alike and with each conversation she had found that though she would never admit it and the whole concept of D/s relationships went against her Amazon heritage she liked talking to the Doms. They were far more forthright and honest about what they wanted and they didn’t come off as needy and pathetic like the subs and slaves. So she had started to talk to Doms and from there she had met a Dom she had been talking to ever since. His screen name was ‘MSW’, when Donna had asked about the name he had simply said that it was Master followed by his initials. Donna didn’t think anything of that. Privacy of course was a huge issue on the internet and her own name was nothing like her actual name. Her screen name was as nondescript as she could manage just calling herself ‘newandinterested2020’. So she had begun talking and he had begun to slowly introduce her to the world of bondage. 

Now as she hung from her wrists she wondered just how many times she had been captured before and if she she be feeling the arousal that she was feeling at the moment. She had been taught over the past few weeks to take comfort in bondage. First using scarfs and zip ties to tie herself and then moving to leather belts, very much like the one that was supposed to be keeping her wrists together at the moment. The two guards didn’t really seem to pay her any more attention then they had when she had woken up. Donna had been responding to a call from a possible H.I.V.E. informant who had told them about a new R&D lab that had been setup in New York. Donna had gone to check it out and had overwhelmed more then a dozen foot soldiers before she had been forced to shield an innocent from some falling debris. Some fast thinking solider had managed to throw some knock out gas her way and the next thing she knew she was hanging by her wrists. It didn’t matter anyways. Donna had gotten all the information she needed and now was just waiting and she had to admit she was enjoying the experience of being tied before someone. There was nothing new to be gained here. If anything the H.I.V.E. people were just testing the waters. Donna swung her hips forward a little bit and pulled down on the strap. To a little surprise the pole that her hands had been strapped around came out of the wall instead of the leather breaking. Donna brought her hands down in front of her and laughed.

“What the?” One of the H.I.V.E. soldiers exclaimed that was guarding her cell. He turned to face her and saw Donna on the other side of the steel bars with her hands tied in the leather thing. 

“Sorry boys but I don’t do the whole captive thing well and certainly don’t do tied up until maybe the third date” Donna smiled and pulled on the steel door. Pulling it clear of the wall she flung it behind her and picked up her shield and sword before the soldiers could lift their jaws from the floor. 

Donna went through them with no ease and found her way out of the complex. She was back at Titans tower within an hour.

Back at home in the tower Donna had a private room on the top floor of the tower that gave her great privacy which had come in handy the past few weeks. Her room was spartan enough that some had told her she needed to make it more like home but the truth was she didn’t know what that meant. Briefly when she was younger she had been married and had a home but it never felt right. Here in the tower always felt right and as such she didn’t decorate much. The room was more like an apartment anyways. Even though there was a common kitchen downstairs, her room had a small kitchenette where she could do anything she needed. A washroom, a sitting area and a bedroom. It was all she needed and she wasn’t sure if that was a lonely thing or an Amazon thing or just her thing but it worked for her. 

“I wonder if MSW has left any messages for me” Donna wondered aloud. She had slipped out of her black costume and was wearing just pair of pj bottoms and an old tank top.

She had setup a small table and chair in te sitting area a while back when she moved in to the Tower permanently. The table overlooked a window that gave her a great view of the city. It was just to the side where she had also setup directly beneath the window an elevated cushioned platform so that she could lay out by the window and stare over the city. She found it quite soothing and when she sat at the desk she got the same view which she enjoyed. On the desk was a tablet connected to a keyboard that Dick had setup for her when she moved in. Sitting down at the desk she opened up the personals website and sure enough there were messages there. Most of them from people she had told she would not communicate with but they would not be told. There was one from MSW which she quickly opened. It had been left about two hours ago. Donna smiled knowing that when that message came in she was dangling in bondage which he most likely would have enjoyed. They had never sent pictures of each other. They had agreed early on that though attraction was paramount they wanted to protect their identities. It was a conversation Donna had been dreading because she was a fairly well known figure and she was positive she would be identified. Even with a reverse image search and then she may have had to field questions she didn’t want or worse yet forced to prove she was who she said she was. So they had taken pictures of their hands with their screen names written on paper and the date. I twas a simple solution to letting each other know they were real enough. 

They hadn’t really qualified their relationship either. Though Donna was listed as a switch on the site she had gravitated towards talking to Doms and certainyl those like MSW who just seemed to take control. Inevitably that meant that with each message she received from him he was talking to her more and more like a sub and despite herself she couldn’t help but wait for each message.

Clicking on the message and noting that his ID said he was still online Donna hoped to craft a message quickly and start a conversation going. The message opened on screen and Donna began to read it aloud.

“Hello newandinterested2020. We really should find you a new name. Calling each other by our usernames is getting tiring and boring. I am not asking for your real name though if you wished to provide that, I would be most welcome to it. I would prefer to be addressed as Master or Sir but perhaps we can talk about that. If you are unwilling to provide your name, which again is perfectly understandable then perhaps you can suggest three names and I will take my pick. If you are unwilling to call me Sir or Master then perhaps you can suggest another as well. I look forward to your response as always”

Donna finished reading the message and thought about it for a moment. They hadn’t really set the terms of the relationship yet and in a way this message was asking to do just that. She could not call him Master but Sir was another matter. She called civilians in her job Sir all the time. It was nothing more then a sign of respect which was perfectly fine. So she would call him Sir if that was what he pleased but the more immediate concern was what he wanted to call her. Donna was new to all of this but not new enough that she didn’t know the etiquette. Sub, slave or any other such form of name calling were more then adequate in this scenario and the thought of being called such a thing willingly was oddly arousing. Though could she give control that easily? She wondered if she could. There was another solution to that which was to give him her name but she wasn’t sure about that. The excitement of being called something else was tempting. She began to craft her return message.

“I would be more then willing to call you Sir from this moment on. As for my own name? My real name is Donna and though you may call me that if you wish. You can also call me sub or slut as well. I find any of these choices to be more then reasonable…. Sir” Donna added at the end and felt a tingle go up her spin and through her pussy. She hit send and leaned back in her chair. A flush coming to her cheeks. 

One of the great things she liked about the site beyond it being free and full of really kinky people was the ability to see when messages were received and read. It made sticking around a little easier then wondering if she was about to get a reply. So she waited a couple of minutes and then refreshed her inbox. There was nothing new there but when she looked at her sent items she could see that her message to him had been read already. So she waited for his reply. It didn’t take long. Another couple of minutes later and a refresh highlighted a new message from him. Donna opened the message and began to read aloud.

“It is a pleasure to know your name Donna. I am greatly pleased you will be calling me Sir from now on. Your suggestions on your own name are intriguing and I would like to offer a compromise. I would like to refer to you as slut donna. How does that sound to you?” Donna read aloud. She hadn’t thought about him combining the names. The idea was enough to bring that flush back to her cheeks and jump start her arousal even further.

“I would be perfectly fine with that” Donna quickly typed out and sent back to him.

The reply came quickly.

“Good then slut donna. Some rules then. You will always be naked when at home and talking to me. You will always start a message to me with Sir and refer to me as Sir. You will no longer use ‘I’. Always refer to yourself as slut donna. Understand?”

Donna read the words on the screen and then reread them and then read them again. She understood them of course but something within herself rebelled at them. She couldn’t possibly agree to that. Donna leaned back in her chair and thought about it. She took her time even away that she may lose him. He may sign off and then never answer. Thinking about it though she figured it wasn’t so bad. She was always going to be alone here in her room so she didn’t mind being nude and the other stuff was just verbal. With a sigh she began to write back.

“Sir, slut Donna understands” Donna figured it was short but it conveyed the right message. When she wrote the words calling herself a slut she had to admit she felt a sense of arousal flood over her. She saw that he was still online so she waited.

The next message came in a quick way.

“Good slut donna but remember there is no capital on the d. Are you now naked?” The message read.

Somewhat amused Donna didn’t really catch on as to why he wanted to make sure her name was spelled with a lower case d but she decided it had something to do with her being a submissive to him now. That thought was a little surprising. She had just willingly allowed him to take control and she was feeling nothing but arousal from it. The other part of the message was easy to do. Quickly she found herself undressed at her desk.

“Sir, yes slut donna is” Dona wrote back. Finding the sentence structure odd but it was what he wanted and she got that thrill every time she refereed to herself as such.

“Good girl. Now I am aware we don’t share pictures of each other. However I would like a confirmation that you are nude though. No face is required. Write your username on your body with a marker so that I know it’s you. I ask this to see if you are willing. Feel free to say no. It will not effect the relationship” Was the return message. 

Again Donna’s first inclination was to outright reject it. What right did he have to ask of such a thing. Though again the more she thought about it. The more it seemed reasonable. She had been a photographer in the past and worked in nude shoots before. She could certainly do it in a way that no one would identify her and with her electronics she certainly made sure all Geo tagging and what not was gone. There was no way to locate her or identify that it as her. The thought of such a picture of her being out there though was horrifying but oddly when she thought about it. It wasn’t horrifying enough to say no.

“Sir, I am not entirely comfortable with it but as long as you promise to either destroy it and or never send it to someone else. I might do it” Donna quickly wrote back and then realized her mistake. She had referred to herself as I.

Thinking quickly she thought to perhaps send anther message apologizing. She didn’t have time though, another message came in.

“We will address your failure first. Do you understand where you have failed slut donna?” The message read.

“Sir, Yes slut donna referred to herself as I” Donna sent back.

“Good. Then you will slap your inner thighs five times. Make sure I can see the redness on the picture which I will certainly not share” MSW responded. 

Donna was happy that it was a relatively small punishment. She had taken hits from Darkseid and people as strong as Superman. She was perfectly fine with slapping the inside of her thighs. Opening her legs a little she looked down at her body. Her nipples were alert and erect which she wasn’t sure was because of the cold or just how aroused she was at the moment. Her tablet could easily take the picture but she felt he needed a sort of acknowledgment of the punishment.

“Sir I understand’ She typed but before she hit submit she caught her error.

“Sir slut donna understands” Donna corrected and then sent the message.

Donna went about her punishment. Readying the palm of her right hand she aimed for her inner left thigh. She smacked with a force that she thought was going to be hard but she barely felt it. Unsure if he would appreciate it she decided that was a practice slap. The next one she delivered she felt the sting of. Deciding that was number one she did three before she saw the redness coming to her thigh. Two more solidified it and then she did it on her other thigh. Now came the part that she still wasn’t sure with. The picture. The first one she took she found that the angle was all wrong and the photographer in her would not allow for that. Finally she took one that showed her entire body but before she sent it she realized she hadn’t written her username on herself. Looking in one of the drawers in the desk she found a black marker and she wrote her username down her right leg and then retook the picture. She now had three nude pictures of herself on the tablet but she wasn’t really thinking. Her arousal was at an all time high at the moment and all she wanted to do was follow MSW’s instructions. The third picture was sent before she even realized what she was doing.

The time she waited for the next message from him seemed like an eternity. She berated herself for doing something so stupid. There was an entire world out there that would love to see her compromised in some way and she had willingly submitted a picture of her nude body to someone. It felt wrong but oh so right, she couldn’t help but play with herself while all the conflicting emotions played out in her mind. 

“You are a stunning beauty. Well done. I am going to make you mine” The simple message came back to her from him.

Donna felt relieved for some reason. Even though she didn’t know why she was happy to be told she was beautiful. Her fingers continued to play with herself while she simply sat there and read the message again in her mind over and over again. To be made into someones was against her Amazon heritage. In the back of her mind she knew this but her fingers were causing so much arousal it was flooding her mind with all sorts of images of her in chains and she couldn’t help but be extremely excited by it. 

“Sir, slut donna is not entirely sure what that means” Donna finally was able to write back. 

This was all still new to her. There was an idea in the back of her head as to what it meant and when they had first started to talk he had made it clear that he was looking to retire soon and take a live in slave into retirement. At the time it had seemed more fantasy then anything but now as she sat there nude by his own order, referring to herself as slut and sending naked pictures. It became much more then a fantasy. 

“I told you I am retiring and looking for a slave to spend their life with me. You will want for nothing. You’re entire mission in life will be to serve and please me” MSW’s reply came in.

“Sir, slut donna understand that. Slut donna has a life here, family and friends and responsibilities that cannot be left behind” Donna replied. 

She wanted those words to be more powerful but when she typed them out she knew they were right. Somehow as her fingers played with herself she knew that those words would not be enough. 

“I understand. We will take this slow. For now. Do you agree to let me assign you some tasks and continue to chat with the possibility that we at the very least meet in the near future?” MSW replied. 

It seemed a reasonable request and Dona could not find anything to say no it beyond her own fear. Fear was not something she was accustomed to giving into so she read the message again and composed her response.

“Sir, slut donna agrees” Donna responded. 

“Excellent. You are showing great promise” The return message from MSW stated. 

Over the course of the next week Donna and MSW chatted every night for a few hours. She would do some tasks but there where all something that she could not prove she had done. He had not asked for any more pictures. He had seemed to focus on positional training at first. Teaching her how to stand and be placed in certain situations. It seemed foolish at first stadning naked in her own room with her feet parted just beyond her shoulders. Her hands on the back of her head and er elbows out to her side and back. Thrusting her chest forward and forcing her to look forward. That was probably her favourite position though now. She found the exposure to be very arousing and loved getting into it.

Tonight they were talking when MSW asked a question Donna had been expecting.

“Would you care to meet tomorrow?” The message from MSW had come in.

Donna had been expecting it of course. Her first reaction was to say no. She had not even seen a picture of him and he had only seen the one of her and that was without her face. The fear again rose in the back of her mind. Once more though she was not going to allow it to influence her. She thought about the fun she had with MSW and the arousal he brought her. There was no denying that he had her do things that made her sing in excitement. Her fingers had never moved in and around her pussy and clit like they did under his direction. There was more to learn from him and more to experience. If that meant meeting then she would.

“Sir, slut donna would like that” Donna typed out and sent before she could think on it any longer. 

“Excellent” Came the response.

They setup a meet for the next day. They had known each other where in the same city from the beginning but now everything was becoming a little more real. Donna flushed in excitement and could not wait until the next day.

Donna walked down the street towards the meet up with MSW. They had agreed on a diner that they apparently both knew of. Donna loved the place because it really reminded her of a movie set. With the long counter and the kitchen behind, complete with the booths that lined up against the outside windows. It just had a very old fashioned vibe to it. Plus she remarked in her head that they did have some of the best coffee in the city. There was a little wind barreling through the high rises today which made her cold. It was mainly because of her outfit. For the past week Dona had done everything without underwear and now as she walked towards the dinner wearing a skirt that was about three inches north of her knees the wind was getting under it and giving her unprotected pussy flashes of cold air. The feeling was cold and exhilarating at the same time. Wearing no underwear was something she was oddly comfortable with and had made the change easily enough but the shorter skirt was a bit of a change. Donna was more of a pants type of girl but MSW had asked for it and t was one of the ways they were going to identify each other. He was supposed to be wearing a black shirt with a red baseball cap. She was to wear the short skirt and a black top as well. He had told her he would be there before the agreed time to get a booth and he would sit with his back to the door. As Donna approached she looked through the windows into the diner looking for him. Though he wasn’t on the side of the diner that she walked past she could see a man wearing a red ball cap and a black shirt on the other end of the diner sitting with his back to the door.

Walking into the diner Donna got a good whiff of grease and bacon as well as the aroma of that coffee she very much enjoyed. She smiled and gathered her courage. Making her way towards the man she stopped a couple of steps before him, once more gathering herself. Approaching she lightly tapped the cover of the bench seat next to him as she came around. He sat with his head down a little, studying a book. With her tap he looked up at her and Donna saw his face for the first time. 

“Slade!!??” Donna cried a little too loudly. Her voice echoing through the diner causing some in the place to stop and look at her.

The face of Slade Wilson looked back up at her. His expression was one of confusion for a moment before it took on the angry sneer Donna knew so well. Slade Wilson was also known as Deathstroke. He had fought the Titans on numerous occasions and blamed them for the deaths of his sons. He was a formidable fighter and taction and Donna immediately wondered if she had walked into a trap of some sort. 

“Donna Troy! Can I come to this city without gettign involved with you Titans?” Deathstroke rose from the booth. His sneer calmly replacing itself. Donna could see in his face that he was evulating the situation. He was surprised Donna surmised. 

He must have read it on her face at the same time because he seemed to relax and settle back into his seat.

“Do you mind Donna, I haven’t done anything and I am just waiting on someone” Slade asked with his customary gruffness. 

“Well I have come to meet someone as well and sorry but you……. Oh my gods” Donna stopped mid sentence.

Slade looked at her and all Donna could do was look back with a blank expression on her face. Slade took her in and then realized that she was wearing a skirt and a black top.

“Newandcurious?” Slade asked.

Donna appeared to be shocked but she settled into the booth opposite him. She didn’t say anything but she did nod.

“You have to be kidding me” Slade exclaimed a little loudly for the diner and again some patrons turned to observe the booth.

“MSW…… Master Slade Wilson” Donna worked out aloud. Finally coming back to herself.

“I sent a nude picture of myself to Slade Wilson” Donna blurted out a little more loudly then she would have liked and Slade smiled at this when a couple of people seemed to notice. 

“It was a beautiful picture” Slade responded with a slight smile.

“Oh my gods” Donna buried her face into her hands.

Slade seemed to take a moment and gather his thoughts while Donna started to massage her temples.

“Listen we can just both get up and walk out if you want. You know me. I give you my word nothing of this will get out. If anything you know my word is good” Slade offered. 

He was right. When Slade gave his word he did not go back on it. He had his own code and it worked for him and sometimes it made him an ally even but not often. Donna lifted her face to look at him again. He was looking her over. He seemed to be taking everything in. As if he had never met her before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Donna asked. Feeling very self conscious at the moment. 

“I guess I am just seeing you for you. Never really seen you out of a costume” Slade replied.

“Yes well I would say you wont see more of me but you already have” Donna replied and placed her face in her hands again.

“Listen we can’t take back what’s happened but we can explore why we are here” Slade stated.

Donna looked at him through her hands.

“Explore what a total fool I was?” Donna replied.

“No, I didn’t know it was you either…… but we were having fun. Why not continue?” Slade responded.

“Continue??  Slade half the time you are fighting us and the other half you are collecting money for contracts throughout the world to kill or worse. I should bring you in” Donna repleid, taking her hands away from her face.

“I told you I am retiring. Tell me have you heard of me lately. Where I might be or workgin for?” Slade asked.

Donna thought about it for amoment and reluctantly had to shake her head. His name hadn’t come up in months. Maybe longer then a year she had to admit to herself.

“I’ve been closing out my accounts and contacts. I have purchased a small tropical island and I am furnishing it right now. I am not lying to you” Slade said.

“That’s great Slade, go enjoy your retirement” Donna said.

“I want you as my slave” Slade stated. 

In the context of the conversation it seemed such an absurd thing to say at the moment. Donna just looked at him dumbfounded.

“Are you insane? I am not going to be your slave” Donna replied. Her voice rising a little but she was sure no one else had heard. 

“No…. Tell me have you enjoyed our chats?” Slade responded far more coolly then Donna would have expected.

“Yes” Donna reluctantly agreed.

“Then how about this. Today we were supposed to just meet and say Hi and get a feel for each other. We already know each other and have preconceived images of each other in our minds. Why don’t we agree to continue now and see where it goes. If you catch me in a lie or see me doing something in my old line of work then you can stop. Right now though we are both enjoying ourselves so why not continue?” Slade asked.

Donna thought about it for a moment and the only thing that kept coming into her mind was he was Slade Wilson. She had sent a nude picture of herself to Deathstroke and pleasured herself to his commands. She had learned submissive poses and positions on his command and now he sat in front of her asking her to be his slave.

“You are Slade Wilson. I can’t….. I just can’t” Donna moved to get up from the booth but Slade stuck a hand out and grabbed her lightly by her arm.

“Yes you can” His tone was more commanding then. It seemed to remind her more of what her mind was telling her when she was online with him at night. When she read his messages they were forceful and commanding in her mind. She relaxed into his hand and didn’t get up from the booth. 

Slade removed his hand from her arm.

“I see you are wearing what I asked. Are you also not wearing what I asked?” Slade asked in an almost conspiratorial tone. 

Donna looked at him and had to fight a blush from rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t answer, she didn’t want to talk right now. Her mind was waging a war between gettign up and running out of the diner or just giving in. All she could do was nod.

Slade smiled at looked her over again.

“Of course I have noticed you growing up over the years. You are your own woman now. Just an absolute knockout. I haven’t thought of you original Titans as kids in years. You are all your own people now. It’s actually a source of pride to have watched it and be beaten by you all the time” Slade smiled.

Donna couldn’t help but return the smile. The compliments were obviously meant to get her to open up but she couldn’t resist.

“Thank you” Was all she could managed but it was all Slade wanted. He nodded his head and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.

“Spread your legs” Slade commanded.

Donna looked at him across the table. Aghast at the command she wanted to tell him to go away but despite herself she felt her legs spreading.

“Good girl. So would you like to continue?” Slade asked. His one good eye looking into her face.

The war was waging in her mind but she couldn’t stop herself from nodding.

“You are going to have to say it” Slade prodded.

Donna looked at him and the flush that she had been hiding from him came to her cheeks.

“Yes, lets continue….. Sir” Donna said. When she called him Sir aloud it was like a damn bursting she could feel an orgasm approaching.

He looked her over and smiled.

“That made you very aroused didn’t it?” Slade almost whispered to her.

Donna nodded again but once more she told her she had to say it.

“Yes” 

“Yes what?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes Sir” Donna replied. The approaching orgasm feeling like an unstoppable avalanche within her body. It took all of her considerable will to stop herself from reaching down and under her skirt. To try and start playing with herself. She knew he could see it on her face.

“You need to cum don’t you?” Slade asked.

“Yes Sir” Donna said again and the use of the word Sir once more provided more ammunition for her arousal. 

Slade looked at her and saw the flush spreading on her face. 

“Go ahead then” Slade said.

“I can’t, not here” Donna gasped out.

“Sure you can. Consider it your first task for me in our new relationship” Slade smiled but reached out with his hand and placed them on her arms.

“Or you can not cum now but you agree to cum when I choose later”

“I don’t think it’s up to me right now” Donna managed to say. Slade smiled. Knowing that she was probably past the point of no return already.

“Then you better be quiet about it” 

“I…..OHH” Donna tried to say before she felt the orgasm overtake her. She bit down on her last words before it overcame her. 

Slade had a hold of her arms, she opened her hands and he grabbed a hold of them. She squeezed down on them while she orgasmed on the bench. Her legs spread and quivering there were some gasp and a little moan that escaped her mouth but beyond that there wasn’t more of an outward sign behind the super strength grip she had on his hands. He grimaced under the strain. She saw it and loosened her grip.

It took a couple of minutes for her to feel like herself gain. She could have sworn there were eyes on her throughout the entire diner but there as nothing. She looked around and people were just continuing on with their days.

“Sorry about that” Donna looked to Slades hands. He rubbed them and grimaced from the pain but he nodded.

“That’s fine….. look around. No one saw” Slade gestured to the rest of the diner and Donna knew he was right.

“Yes” Donna answered simply.

“Good. I am going to be in the city at least for the next two months. Closing out accounts and selling assets. Why don’t we continue with our relationship for that time. At the end of the two months you can come with me or not. Even when you come with me it can just be for a vacation it doesn’t have to be forever at that point” Slade offered. 

“Continue like before?” Donna asked.

“Well now that we know who each other is I think we can kick it up a bit” Slade smiled.

“Like what” Donna asked. A hint of curiosity in her voice.

“Well we will do more meets here and other places, phone calls and texts. Not to mention video and pictures now. There’s no need to hold back. You just came from a command in a diner booth” Slade stated. 

Donna flushed at that and tried to hide her face from him but she just couldn’t break his stare. He looked at her like a lustful demon more then anything. 

“I am going to have to hear you say it slut” Slade more forcefully said. 

The use of the word slut was a little jarring in the context of sitting at the diner but Donna put it into context. She was a slut after doing what she had just done and from nothing more then words. 

“Okay I agree Sir” Donna nodded and this time made sure to turn her face away so that he could not see her. Sir again causing her arousal to peek. Calling this man Sir and agreeing to do whatever he asked at least for the next little while.