Infernal Contract

June 24, 2025

"It's your standard hellish contract," she said. "Or it will be."

Only the glow in her eyes when she spoke would have anyone suspecting she was a demoness. Most people would guess angel from her looks. It seemed like a joke back when he offered to buy her the first drink, but the conversation had taken a strange turn. They were still at the point where it could all be a joke but she seemed serious.

"And my soul?"

"It's blank paper. Nothing about a soul there. But the pen and paper is from our legal department - anything written and signed becomes absolutely binding."

"So you don't want my soul?"

She laughed. "Not yet. You're still young, there will be time for that later. I'm just here to have a little fun. A little fun as myself. If I had let you continue to believe I was mortal we'd probably be humping right now, but I want someone to know the truth about me and still play." She pouted a little. 'Of course nobody would trust me after I revealed my true nature, so I decided the contract was the best way to go."

"And whatever I write you have to do?"

"So long as we both sign it, yes."

Several times he started to write, but stopped before the pen touched the paper. "There are so many possibilities."

"Let's start simple," she suggested. "We can always do more later," she added with a wink. "Hmmmmm... a little quid pro quo... something I would enjoy from you in exchange for something you would enjoy for me. All right, you will be my cock slave for an hour and in return I will give you a twenty-four hour blow job." She smiled as he gasped. "You like that idea? Then write, 'I will be the demoness' slave for an hour. I will lock up my cock and give her the key. In return she will lick it for a full day."

He wrote it, read it again, and signed it. She read it over and signed.

"I'm in room 1007 next door. Pay the tab and meet me there."

He watched her leave and waited impatiently for the cashier to process his payment. He tried not to be too eager; she would be getting more comfortable, so he wanted to give her time. Of course, if she really were a demoness couldn't she just snap her fingers to change clothes?

The door to room 1007 was slightly ajar, but he still knocked. "Come in. Make sure that is closed properly when you do. We don't want any interruptions." She was wearing a lace negligee and holding a cylindrical metal device. "Strip for me, slave. Then lock yourself up."

His strip tease was less awkward than trying to get the cage on. It was meant to keep him from getting an erection but seeing her made the erection start long before he could start getting the cage on.

"I'd help you," she teased, "but that might just make it harder - in more ways than one."

Finally, it was on properly enough to fit the lock in place. He secured himself and knelt before her holding out the key.

"Good slave. Now for my part of the deal." Very slowly she started to lick the key.

"But-"

"Quiet, slave. My only orders for you are to stay here for your hour of servitude. Then you're free" She licked the key again. "When I'm done with this in twenty-four hours I'll come back and if you're still here we can discuss just what all you will have to do to be released." She was licking the key again when she faded from sight.