Julian's bitch

"Hey, Katie!" called Julian.
Katie went to jog right by but the voice stopped her.
"Stop and smile at him!" said the voice.
Katie stopped and smiled.
Julian put down the trash can. "Katie, go out with me!" he said half serious.
Before Katie could shoot him down for the hundreth time she blurted out "OK!"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Cool!" said the now exicted boy. "How 'bout tonight?"
"Tell him that's fine!" said the voice.
"That's fine," Katie said against her will.
"Great. Let's say dinner and a movie!"
"Ask him what he wants you to wear. Say you'll wear anything he wants."
Katie tried to stop herself, but could not. "What would you like me to wear; I'll wear anything you want."
"Hmmm," said Julian as he rubbed the barely noticeable goattee on his chin. "I have a thing for women in black leather mini skirts. How 'bout you wear one of those?" He said half-expecting again to hear "no."
"OK," Katie said automatically.
"Wow! Can you add a black leather zip up vest and black boots?"
"Yes," said Katie.
"OK, I'll pick you up at 7:00!" I can't wait.
"French kiss him!" said the voice.
Katie tried to resist, but she felt her arms reach out and her hands grab Julian's head. Her body seemed to move on its own. She pulled Julian to her and gave him a wet French kiss.
Katie could not believe this. Julian tasted of Blistex and smelled of acne cream, but she swirled her tongue in his mouth.
When she finished, Julian was at a loss for words.
Katie bolted for home.
"You like doing what you're told?" said the voice.
"Leave me alone!" shouted Katie.
"Hmph! Not bloodly likely. I like watching you be obedient, compliant, and totally submissive! Not just to me, but to EVERYbody!"