Interview

Miel put a leash on her and, after untying it, led her through the hallways to return to Mistress Adeline's office. Hands occasionally became exploratory, touching her breasts, which the corset accentuated, or her buttocks, or between her thighs.

Emma held her breath as Miel tugged on the leash, guiding her through the dimly lit hallways. The corset dug deeper and deeper with each step, her ribs protesting under the relentless pressure, while the cool air whispered against her freshly shaved skin. A hand, rough and possessive, slipped between her thighs from behind, its fingers pressing just enough to make her stumble.

Miel didn't slow down, the leash biting at Emma's throat as she was pulled forward. Another touch, this time a pinch of her nipple through the sheer fabric of the corset, made her moan. The mirrors lining the corridors reflected only shadows, yet she felt eyes scanning her, scrutinizing her every move.

When they arrived at the office door, Emma was panting and speechless when Mistress Adeline told them to enter. Miel got down on her knees, hands on her knees, head bowed, and ordered Emma to do the same.

Adeline circled around them.

• Well, from now on, when you enter here, you will assume this position. You will obey all instructions and orders you receive. Your name will now be Slavia. Understand?
• Yes, Mistress,
• Well, lie down on my desk, spread your legs right away.

Emma jumped up excitedly, almost happy, her dream was coming true. She complied, feeling the leather Moroccan on the desk rub against her nipples, which were overflowing from the corset. As she spread her thighs, Mistress Adeline pulled her skirt aside and began to run her nails over her buttocks. Divinely, she knew what she was doing to turn her on.

Mistress Adeline slowly traced one last nail along the crack of Emma's buttocks, making her bare skin shiver under the raised skirt.

• I don't suppose you're a virgin, are you? But what about anal sex?
• I haven't done anal sex, Mistress, replied Emma.
• Well, you'll like it. Do you have any limits you don't want to cross?
• I don't know much about it, Mistress. I trust you to help me discover my limits.

Mistress nodded.

• Well answered.

She put a finger in Emma's anus and began to probe it deliciously. Emma moaned, her hips bucking in spite of herself against the cold edge of the desk. The pressure was insistent, probing, each circular motion sending shivers up her spine.

Just as she was about to start panting, Mistress stopped and offered her her soiled finger.

• Taste yourself.

Emma pouted. A swipe of the crop on her buttock brought her back to her senses.

• Here you obey, don't hesitate.

Emma stuck out her tongue and licked the finger. She was aroused; she had never imagined it would feel so good, being a sex ****.

Mistress Adeline slowly withdrew her finger, leaving Emma panting, her mouth still wet with the salty taste of her own submission.

• Well, you're going to present her to our judges. They'll test her as best they can. We'll see how serious she is. I'll decide based on their assessment.

Without another glance, Mistress made a dismissal gesture as Honey tugged Emma's leash to lead her to what she called the courtroom.