...Making a video of Mackenzie

Originally written by Phantom Pen at writing.com

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that to be so... hot." Willow said, slipping a digital camera back into her purse. "That's going in my spank bank and never leaving."

Mackenzie's blood turned to ice. "D-d-did you... did you record me?!" she cried, incredulous. She hadn't expected Willow to do such a thing!

"You're damn right I did. For all I know, this was a once in a lifetime experience. I wasn't about to give up an opportunity to immortalize it!" Willow said, a perverse smile on her face as her eyes hungrily roamed over Mackenzie's bare body.

"You have to delete that! Right now, Willow, I'm serious!" Mackenzie said in her best attempt to sound intimidating, despite appearing anything but.

"No. I don't think I will." Willow replied. "In fact, I think I might want to share this video with a few of my friends. I'm sure they'd appreciate it."

"N-NO! You can't! Please, don't even joke about that!" Mackenzie said, the fight draining out of her.

"Hmm. Tell you what, Mackenzie." Willow said as she scratched her chin in thought. "I'll keep the video all to myself if you agree to do anything I say. Ever. Disobey, and it goes public. That's the deal, take it or leave it."

Willow couldn't be serious. She was essentially asking Mackenzie to become her ****, subject to her every whim and command. But what could Mackenzie do to oppose her? She wanted to believe that Willow wasn't the kind of person to do something so cruel, but she also never expected her friend to do anything like this. Mackenzie wasn't sure what to believe about Willow anymore. There was one thing for certain: she couldn't risk letting that video go public. She'd be ruined! She'd never be able to look anybody in the eye ever again!

"Okay... I'll do it. Anything you say, just don't show that video to anybody." Mackenzie said quietly, hanging her head in defeat.

"Excellent! That's a good girl!" Willow said excitedly as she hopped up from her seat. "Now, with that settled, I do have something you can wear. It's not great, but it's certainly better than letting a bunch of strangers seeing that hot little body of yours."

Mackenzie quickly caught the wadded pile of plastic-feeling material thrown her way. Shaking it out, the redhead found herself holding a rain poncho. The poncho was semi-translucent, meaning her body would be fairly well outlined even while wearing it, but it would at least theoretically obscure everything it needed to. Still, it wasn't exactly built to stay put in harsh winds, or even anything more than a light jog...

"Go ahead and put that on. Meanwhile, I'll think of your first task as my new... er, let's call it... pet!" Willow declared. "My first command might come at any time. Maybe once we step off the ride, maybe later tonight, maybe a week from now! Who knows? Doesn't the prospect excite you?"

Excitement was the last emotion Willow's words brought to Mackenzie's mind. She was terrified of what Willow might have in store for her, and when. Even worse, the mystery and suspense of when Willow's first order would come put the redhead on edge.