Click, click, click....

Now, I really flush and go white hot. “Sweetie, now calm down and don’t cry, it’s all right, we want to help you, don’t we boys”, nods all around, it’s Thompson speaking. “Now tell me, what did you come here for? What did you REALLY come here for?” I’m struggling to think…ah…ah...envelope, yeah, envelope, I was striding so pretty, lost in the lace and perfume and click, click, click, on my way here to pick up an envelope. Thompson produces an envelope, scrawled across the front is “for Michelle, services rendered, $100”. I blink, feeling my mascara brush across my eyelids, shake my head feeling my earrings and bangs flutter. When I move I hear and feel the nylon and lace caressing me. A moment of femininity oozes thru me.
A cell phone rings, it’s mine, and I dig thru my purse and look at the screen. It’s Master John, I meekly answer “yes?” “Michelle, you are safe, I have a friend there, do you understand me, you are safe“. Again I whisper “yes?” Sternly I hear “yes what!” stunned, I reply “yes master”. Was that a muffled chuckle I hear, I can’t tell the blood is pounding in my ears. “Did you get the envelope”, I replied almost silently “yes Master”. A pause……..then Master says “Michelle, I want you to submit, repeat the word to me”. I do not reply, my ears again, the bl**d is pounding, loudly. “I said repeat the word to me, Michelle”, “submit, I submit master”. It barely squeaks out of me, yet everyone hears it clearly. Thompson takes the phone quickly, and says “yeah John, no worries, fantasy of a lifetime, you owe me one”, I hear the phone go click shut. I can barely hear him, my ears are ringing with the word “submit”, it keeps repeating in my brain, submit.

I can see the lust in five pair of eyes ranging over my body.