What Now?

You freeze for a moment, not quite knowing what should happen next. You have the girl of your dreams sitting right in front of you, and you can do anything to her. Literally anything. You have so many secret kinks you would like to explore, and you can use Maisie to make any of them a reality, even the ones that seem impossible. But something is holding you back.

"What are we doing, Master?"

There is a hint of impatience in Maisie's voice. She can sense your hesitation, and any iota of grudging respect she had previously shown you for your unexpected attempt at exerting authority over her is dissipating quickly.

"Just wait a moment Maisie, I'm thinking"

You know your answer is weak. But this is a lot to take in. The truth is you want to go crazy with your new power and give in to all of your darkest desires with the woman you have been fantasising about ever since you hit puberty. You know deep down that is wrong, but you have spent your whole life doing the right thing and where has that got you? Maisie herself has admitted to you that she likes "bad boys", so maybe she will get a bit of a kick out of you fucking with her. Plus, you have already **** her to call you Master, which is a hard bell to unring, Maybe with this new power you can make her forget that and go back to your old relationship. But then again, if you can make her forget everything, why not just go crazy and indulge in all of your wildest fantasies first? And do you even want to go back to your old relationship with Maisie? It only ever made you feel sad, frustrated and inadequate. This new dynamic is already much more satisfying.

You look back at Maisie. She has lost interest in you again and is instead focusing on brushing some lint from her leg.

Wait, is she actually bored? Here you are with the power to do absolutely anything your twisted mind could conceive to Maisie, and she is so convinced of your impotence that she is just waiting for you to capitulate and let her go so she can fuck some other guys who she deems worthy for that. It suddenly hits you - Maisie didn't choose to confide in you because she trusts you or values your friendship. She did it because she thinks you are so weak and pathetic that, even with total and undeniable power over her, she can still twist you around her little finger and get you to do whatever she wants just because she is pretty. Something about that revelation spurs you into action.

"Maisie, we're going back to my place" you decide.

"Your place? What's at your place, Master?" Maisie asks, still looking distinctly unimpressed by you.

"Privacy" you answer.

For a moment it is there again. That slight look of trepidation in Maisie's eyes. A realisation she may have underestimated you. It makes you feel a strange sense of satisfaction. But then her expression changes again.

"You aren't going to do anything, Master" she tells you quite confidently. Cockily even. It is a clear challenge to your new found authority, and one she seems certain you will fail.

"Aren't I?" you reply simply "Maisie, put your legs up on top of mine"

Maisie swivels her body and places her bare legs over your jean covered thighs. In all the years you have known her, this is the most physical contact you have ever had with your crush. To your slight shame, it is enough to make you rock hard. Maisie has noticed that, and smirks a little to herself, even more convinced now that you are way out of your depths here. But your resolve is strengthening. As you pull away from the car park, you can't get your new prize home quickly enough.