"Yes Master"

"Maisie, put your phone down"

She instantly does as you demand and looks at you in shock and annoyance. You took yourself by surprise a little there too, the words just seeming to slip out of you by accident as you thought them. But she obeyed nonetheless, and is now looking down at her phone in frustration, presumably unable to resume texting until she has your permission. And you are not willing to give it. Not just yet, anyway.

"What are you doing? Why are you giving me orders?" she asks with incredulity.

"Because I made time in my schedule to hang out with you, not to watch you play with your phone and talk to other people while you ignore me" you explain calmly.

"Schedule? You don't have a schedule you freak" Maisie answers bitchily, apparently unconcerned by the immense, almost godlike power you now have over her. You decide she needs to finally show you some respect.

"Freak isn't a very nice thing to call me, is it?" you tell her "Maisie, until I say otherwise you will refer to me as Master"

"What? You can't be serious, Master?"

Your cock twitches a little at hearing the word leave her lips, accompanied by a vague hint of humiliation in her voice as she says it.

"I'm very serious. Maisie, you will also say "Yes Master" whenever I give you an instruction to let me know you have understood and are going to do it. Okay?"

"Yes Master" Maisie pouts, crossing her arms defensively.

"Good. Now Maisie, you are going to cancel whatever plans you have with that guy you were texting and delete his number so we can spend the whole day together"

"Yes Master"

Maisie sulkily picks her phone back up and resentfully types out a message. She then shows you her screen so you can approve her text and, once you nod your assent, you watch her send the rejection message before deleting the contact. She gives you a look that tells you that you are not her favourite person right now, but there is something else in her eyes. Something you have never seem from her before. She is taking you seriously. It feels good.

"What do you even want from me, Master?" she asks a little nervously.

You pause to consider the question for a moment. You have so many ideas, and all of them are now possible.