I breathe your name softly, my lips pressed against your ear in the crowded restaurant.............................................................


"Little One?"

“Yes?” I can feel you shudder in reaction to the warmth of my breath.

“Are you ready to give ownership of your body and soul to me? To pay for that privilege by offering me whatever services I demand of you?”

You begin to breath raggedly, a thin film of sweat breaking out on your skin where my lips press against it. "Please."

It's the only word you can bring yourself to speak.

I lean back and raise my eyebrow, offering you a devilish, Mona Lisa smile. “Really? You are ready to put yourself in my hands, to do with whatever I wish, whereever I wish and whenever I wish? No matter what it is or what your obedience might cost you?”

You try to speak but nothing emerges.

“Say it, Little One. I need to hear you say it.”

You nod.

"You must not want it that badly if you can't even obey me in this."

"Y-y-y-yes." You stutter, tripping over the word in your fear of displeasing me. I smile, my eyes flickering with secrets.

“Have you ANY idea what’s in store for you?”