She sauntered towards him. A confident stride in evil heeled stilettos.
The tiniest emerald lace string and half cup bra … finished with wide velvet choker around her neck.
She silently kneeled before him, eyes down, hands on her heels.
“Good evening Master. What would you wish me do.”
He really wasn’t sure what to say. Bending forward he lowered his voice to an unsure whisper.
“I guess you’ve done this stuff before then? What should I ask for?”
Her eyes flicked up to meet his. Amusement twinkled in her smile.
“Once or twice. The master trains the slave, not the other way around. Now, sit back up and tell me what YOU want …”
She dropped her eyes again
“… Master.”
12/11/17
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