Chantelle Turns up the Heat

"Follow me! I want to show you just how cool this place is."

Sophie went to pick up her phone, but her Mistress quickly stopped her.

"No phones. I'm not gonna be taking mine either. I don't want anyone to disturb us. We are going to have each others undivided attention."

Chantelle did, however; take a black plastic bag with her to wherever they were, the contents of which Sophie couldn't make out. Not having access to her NA score was a blow for Sophie. She would just have to guess where she was on the scale and act accordingly. She was led to a large gym and then through that to an undercover swimming pool much like Barbie's, but there was also a Jacuzzi and even a sauna, the latter of which Chantelle gestured for Sophie to step into.

As Sophie sat herself down directly opposite Chantelle and could already feel herself sweating. Her mind felt a little foggy too. It wasn't like she had never been in a sauna before but this one felt hotter. Whether it seemed that way because of the pressure of the situation or because Chantelle had literally turned up the heat, she wasn't sure. This was going to be harder to pull off if she couldn't concentrate properly.

"You Brits don't do too well in the heat do you?" Chantelle giggled "I went to London with work once. It's an amazing city, but I barely saw the sun the whole week. It must have been tough being naked there."

Sophie didn't answer. She was starting to worry she wasn't going to be able to pull this off and would end up completely under Chantelle's spell. It was too late to pull out now though.

"Okay then, puppet. I want you to tell me what your old Master did that made your score rise the quickest?"

"He made me masturbate for him, Mistress. And I had to describe it for him while I was doing it."

Sophie cursed herself. Why had she admitted that? Why did she not just lie? Perhaps she hadn't had time to think in this damned heat or perhaps she was already becoming subservient to her mistress. She needed to pull herself together quickly. She could smell her own sweat and this point and feel it running down her chest. Chantelle had beads of sweat on her too, but seemed far less effected by it.

"I would love to see that," Chantelle admitted. "So you are going to do it for me. But I want you to look at me the whole time you are doing it. I want you to describe what it is about me and my body that is making you want to touch yourself. And I want you to also describe how me having complete and total power over you makes you feel even hotter. "

"Yes Mistress." Sophie hated how much the thought turned her on.

"Very good," Chantelle smiled approvingly. "You will begin now!"