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Mistress’s words were the only thing her sub heard, as he was under hypnosis. Her voice was soft and clear, like a whisper echoing in the dungeon. The only other sound came from the atmospheric electronic music that played in the background.
Her hot breath touched his ear, sending shivers down his spine as she spoke.
“I have a series of questions for you, it’s important you answer each one honestly”
The sub lay there, obedient but nervous. Despite the mild hypnosis he was still very aware of his surroundings and was nervous as to what she had in store for him.
“I’ll pre-warn you, my feet are sweaty”
Oh. Good.
This didn’t bother me. She knew it didn’t bother me. It was said to excite me.
But, in saying this before I removed Her boots… this did present a challenge.
“OK, then,” She replied, “I will give you a trial”
He could hardly believe his luck as he began to read the email response.
“Many of My terms are non-negotionable, You will report to My dungeon at 7pm tomorrow to begin your training”
From the archives… based on something from January 2016. Originally published on Fetlife. I do have a footnote….
Here goes…
I lay sprawled across the spanking bench, exhausted.
Office Secret Santa’s, they’re a kind of enforced fun, I guess. I partake annually and usually receive chocolates or a stationery set or something – my co-workers seem to receive a mixture of similarly bland gifts, but the odd interesting novelty gift. I always try to make an effort on gifts.
The young lady whose name I drew this year seems thrilled with the book I got her from the TV series she never seems to shut up about. So, that’s nice.