Musicmystery
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But, but.... What if....a secret group of voyeuristic billionaires caught wind of this, offering me a million dollar fee and several billion to whatever charities I chose, if they could only watch. Hell, they want to see her whipped, gagged on cock, bound and fucked too. Here's the catch, though--the girl has to be in this situation honestly. If there's any sign she's tipped off, no deal. No fee, no charity. And the police in the group will arrest us. They want to see a girl, as far as she knows, actually in this situation, and how she'll respond. If she doesn't do it, we'll also be arrested on false charges. If I refuse, same thing. I have several charities I'd like to benefit, and I'd welcome the permanent financial security and the freedom to do only the work I choose. They also aren't giving me any choice. They also threaten to pull all their existing charitable donations if this doesn't go off as they wish. The night arrives. The restaurant is crowed and lively, backed with group members and their knowing guests, the restaurant owner and staff also members, the place closed, unbeknownst to the girl. Everyone is dressed and acting very proper. Oh, and they're also holding my family and hers hostage--they will kill them immediately if this doesn't go off well. When we arrive, she's wearing a low-cut, short dress, split on the sides, nothing else but heels. Provocative, but technically decent, especially for a booth in a dark corner somewhere. We're led to the only available table, a brightly lit one in the center of the restaurant, fully in view of the entire restaurant. I almost forgot. Several school buses full of children are being held out back. If this doesn't happen the way the group wants, the kids will be brought in and gunned down instead. "Can I get you something to drink?" asks the waitress. I can see she, too, is dressed provocatively, nothing underneath. "Coffee for me, black," I order. "White wine for the girl." "Yes Master" the waitress slips, rushing off to get the drinks. I immediately turn to the slave. "Stand," I tell her. "Now. Right now." She stands and looks at me, obedient. "Strip," I tell her, "and display yourself." The restaurant is eerily silent suddenly, as the group waits to see which way the evening will go. ==What if enough?== Even then, she's going to strip. This is a trained slave, used to obeying me. Not some girl off the street, and not some girl new to serving. Not a test for her. Not even hesitation. It's a learned trust, like training well any other creature. And no, that doesn't happen overnight. It takes time.
< Message edited by Musicmystery -- 2/24/2010 12:07:34 PM >
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