Kim performs

Kim let out a long sigh.

Ron knew what that sigh meant. After being Kim’s best friend for so many years Ron knew that sigh meant Kim was going to give in. He hadn’t actually expected her to accept his offer.

Ron was starting to get a little confused. Kim had always been so strong, so determined, so…Kim and yet now she was accepting everything that was happening to her. He hadn’t expected her to agree to be his **** queen, he had expected her to resist. He hadn’t expected her to scamper around the floor for scraps, he had expected her to stare angrily at him and leave the scraps on the floor. He certainly had not expected her to perform for his villainous allies; he had expected her to spit in his face.

And yet Kim was already climbing up onto the table and crawling out to the center.

Ron was starting to wonder if deep down Kim was actually far more submissive then anyone had ever guessed.

“Now don’t just phone it in Kimberly,” Ron mocked her, seeing if that would get her to resist him, “I expect a good performance from you and if you don’t provide we’ll throw you dinner to the dogs.”

“Aha, all you have to do is… say the word!” Kim said as she struck a pose.

Kim had performed her routine flawlessly. Every word projected, every twirl and stride enhanced by the bouncing of her perky tits and naked ass. Everyone at the table was speechless, jaws hitting the floor as Kim hit her final note and dropped down to her knees. Everyone except Ron.

Kim crawled a crossed the table, stopping in front of Ron’s place setting and sat up onto her knees but kept her eyes down, to ashamed to look anyone in the eye.

“How did I do Ron… master?” Kim asked timidly as she rubbed her arms nervously.