Well, I mean, it's her fantasy, and it's in your power to give it to her...

You turn around, locking the door behind you, and step forward into the room. You narrow your eyes, concentrating again as you embed her with a command:

"You're going to get your fantasy, Emily. You're going to be used hard, and you're going to be more than thrilled to tell me about how much you love it. And even though your impulse will be to resist, I'm going to overpower you. After all, that's part of the fantasy. The more you struggle, the more you can't get away, the wetter you get..."

You continue moving forward, slowly, eyes locked on hers. She begins backing into the corner of the room, looking concerned. "Wh-what are you d-doing?"

Wordlessly, you move forward.

"C'mon. This isn't...this isn't FUNNY!"

Your hand reaches around, grabbing her ponytail, yanking her head back. Her eyes look up, meeting yours. They're terrified, but excited, not knowing what you'll do next.

"Strip," you command.

Still terrified, she feels you ease your grip on her hair and moves away, unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a white lace bra and 34B breasts. Next come the jeans, and soon, she's standing in her bra and lacy boy shorts. Her arms move to cover her body, but she stops herself, sensing that this isn't what you'd want.