I found Calista lying on the bed in the exact position I left her, further pulling me towards her. Without hesitation, I stepped up on it and straddled her body, peering down until she opened her startled eyes. Only when I was certain I held her attention, did I plant my ass on her mound. Quietly, I removed the nipple clamps.
Even her eyes seemed to tremble in my presence. “You’ll be spending some time with Tom and I tomorrow talking about the concept of slavery. If this is really what you want, it doesn’t change the parameters of The Program so much as your motivation to participate. Nor will you be paid for your time. We want you to be aware of the emotional and physical changes associated with the slave mentality, so that along the way, you know where you’re at and if you can go any further.”
“I wouldn’t have expected that,” she whispered. “Merely commands.”
“This is the real world, sweetie, not the shit you see on the internet. If you’re not broken all the way along this path, you won’t be of any use to anyone, not even yourself. What I mean by broken is that you must give up your own hopes and dreams, and your belief in every bullshit thing you’ve ever heard so you can envision mine. That’s how you and I can be together.”
“I’m not sure I have any ambition other than this.”
“That’s excellent,” I said surely. “That’s a very advanced place to start. But that’s only your motivation. I want to know what’s in your soul.”
Furiously, she trembled feeling me invading her in ways she couldn’t comprehend. I could feel my energy sweeping though her and returning just the way I love it, filled with fear and passionate desire. “Many, many times we get to what ails you by putting you through very humiliating experiences. But I will always be with you, supporting you.”
To that she wasn’t able to respond. She laid frozen under my body, insensible, incapable of rational thought.
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