“I will be a good slave, Master.”
He untied her. “I think you will be. I think you will be perfect for me.”
She fell to her knees without prompting, and pressed her forehead to his feet. “You are my master.”
“I am.” She felt the click of the leash as he attached it to her collar, and the coolness of the chain down her back. “How will you serve me?”
That was terrifyingly close to the words of her Order. “I will serve you with all my heart.”
“And with both your hands?”
“And with my lips. And my soul, Master.” Now she was truly trapped.
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