Going On Up

Without taking a moment to think it over, and hardly a moment to spare, I shoot my arm up. The performer's smile broadens, his gaze returning to me. "So, the new arrival is up for the challenge after all! Come on up, so we can begin!"

With a cheer from the crowd, I walk up to stand by him, feeling my top slipping ever further on my left side, though I'm still too enthusiastic to care. Walking up, I soon pause to stand next to him, hearing the crowd cheering. I pause, seeing a string with a weight on it, and as he holds it up, he asks, "Ok, are you ready to be surprised and amazed?"

With the crowd cheering some sort of chant, I felt my smile growing wide, and I nod back, "Yes, I'm ready!" I shout out, having to raise my voice just to hear myself. He smiles back, beaming it at me before letting the weight drop and holding it now out in front of me.

Well, then could you be so kind as to watch the sine metal disk for me, please?" and started it swinging back and forth. Finding myself enjoying myself, I stare at it. "That's right now... keep watching. You are getting sleepy.", to which I felt my eyelids start to droop.

I hear him counting, and suddenly, I feel different. In a moment, I hear his voice, and it even sounds different. I stare at him, my mind suddenly only caring for what he declares. "While you are under my spell, you will call me simply ...master. Do you understand, lass?" I pause, nodding emphatically, smiling back his way." He smiles back, patting me on the head, as if I just passed a test of some sort. He looks me over before speaking up, and I find myself waiting intently on each syllable he makes, "Now, my dear assistant, what is your name?"

Smiling back, I start to speak, "Why, I'm Brid...", but I stop speaking suddenly as he puts a finger to my lips, his mile growing wide, his pearly whites shining before me.

I gasp, even as I fall silent, my mind racing as to why, but even so fall silent and wait. I felt his hand on my side, and I smirk back at him as he speaks once more, "No, not any more, my dear! Untill were done, you will respond to... Harlot! You like that name, don't you, my Harlot?"

I nod once more, smiling back at him, my mind not even thinking about what I'm agreeing to, let alone why. At least, not as I'm doing the act. Maybe in the back of my mind, though... "Yess, of course, Master! It's a lovely name, Harlot! I love it! I am... your Harlot! Thank you, master!"

The crowd cheers back, exuberant at my pronouncement, though my gaze remains focused on him, waiting on every sound he makes. The crowd shouts out loud, though I hardly care to even hear a word of it. He looks me in the eye, winks once before giving me another command, and then another.

I find myself making silly sounds, flapping my arms around, even as my left breast pops completely free of my string bikini top. I felt it livelily bouncing before the crowd as I acted out whatever thing he desired. I even felt his hand upon it, casually moving it for the crowd, and even so, only cared to even notice when he tasks me to.

The whole time the crowd cheers, calling out ideas or shouting encouragement, though my focus seems only attached to his voice, and only his voice. I hear the host speak up, but find myself not noticing it either. The only thing that matters to me just then is the performer's words, and I find myself acting on them without hesitation.

With a pause, his voice booms, and I await what he's going to say intently...