Bondage Bitch

"Dakota, you have long yearned to be someone's submissive bondage bitch. You've been suppressing this fetish ever since you turned 18, and now you want to act on it. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Dakota, you don't know why, and you don't care why, but you want me to be your dominant bondage master. You will do whatever I say. You want to obey me. You need to obey me. You will become very horny when you are used as a submissive bondage slut. Understand?"

She nodded.

You snap her out of her trance.

Dakota blinks a few times, blushes, smiles coyly, then sways her shoulders back and forth a bit. "Um, I've had a....um...secret desire to be someone's bondage bitch."

"Really, and why are you telling me this?"

She looks down at her feet for a second them back at you. "I want you to be my....um...what's the word...uh...bondage master."

"OK, but if you are to be my bondage bitch, we play by my rules obviously."

"Yes of course."

"First you have one week to turn your bedroom into a bondage dungeon. Get a bed like this, no matter the cost. Just get it done." You pull up a photo of a bondage bed on your phone.

"Ok, but in a week?"

"Are you questioning your bondage master?"

"No! No sir!"

"Good, and fill your bedroom with ropes, duct tape, and bondage and sex toys. Spare no expense. Got it, bitch?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent, now remove your panties and shove them into your mouth then hike your dress up to your waist and bend over my desk, you slutty bondage bitch!"

Dakota is stunned as this is still new to her, but she obeys. She trembles as she removes her skimpy white panties with blue flowers. She wads them up and shoves them into her mouth. She hikes up her dress and bends over your desk.