Jenna's Choice

Early in the morning, she woke up alone. Emma had left her for her defloration. Alone. After what Jenna had told her yesterday, she understood perfectly. She found on the table in the suite, on one side a collar, and on the other, a leather tunic and a riding crop with a note.

• Depending on your choice, you will be treated like a **** or a goddess. If you take the collar, you will simply have to put it on and go down to the basement naked on all fours, or in the other case, go up one floor and enter the open door, putting on this tunic and the riding crop. In any case, gather your strength; you will need it with this breakfast signed by Mr. Roarke.

Jenna touched the riding crop, then the collar. She smiled. She was tired of this sadistic, dominating image that the series had given her; she didn't want this responsibility anymore. She took the collar without hesitation, got to her knees, took a deep breath, and went down the stairs with difficulty but as excited as ever.

Slowly, she made her hair in pigtails like her character. She knew it accentuated her perverse look, it drove men crazy; they lost all sense of proportion when they saw her like that.

She would have liked to see Emma and Mr. Roarke react to her decision when it came to choosing. She smiled.