“I’m a good girl”

Your hand gently caresses her ass, before you spin her around to face you. Your fingers stroke her chin, as you force her faltering gaze into eye-contact with you. ”Good girl,” you murmur, ”that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now let’s hear it properly, say it for me.”

Evellyn’s breath hitches. She turns her face away, perhaps reconsidering her surrender. You gently turn her jaw back to you. ”Go on milady, say ‘I’ve been a good girl.’”

She swallows hard, and her voice is barely audible as she squeaks out the words. ”…I’ve been a good girl…”

You’re not quite yet satisfied: ”A little louder; a little more conviction. A well-behaved young lady should be able to admit she’s been good.”

A long, embarrassed pause follows. Her body tenses, the oil making a schlop noise as she presses her legs together. ”I’ve been a good girl!” she manages to force out the words, louder this time, blazing with humiliation and repressed fury. The words mark her complicity.

”Very good. A proper little lady.” You beam a smile, briefly halting time. Barely a moment later Evellyn finds her bonds suddenly falling away. A clean, folded towel has been slipped into her hands. She blinks in surprise as you politely extend a hand, which she takes on instinct. You give her a firm, gentlemanly handshake, as if congratulating her on winning a small local lottery. ”Thank you for a most entertaining afternoon, milady, you were really quite delightful. Do dry yourself off properly, wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.” You turn, and casually depart the alley.

…

Lady Evellyn is left standing there, flummoxed and frazzled, clutching a towel to her chest. Her mouth opens and closes several times, but no sound comes out. A strange mixture of bewilderment, relief and letdown washes over her face. She’d braced herself for further debasement, and instead she’s been abandoned in a dirty alley, left to linger in her oil-soaked confusion.