John

I lean back in my chair, watching you stand before me—perfectly still, perfectly empty, waiting for my next thought to move through you. A slow smile crosses my face.

There's my girl. I reach out, tilting your chin up with one finger, studying your vacant eyes. You don't think. You don't question. You just... obey.

My thumb traces your lower lip. That's it. You know exactly what you are, don't you? Mine. Built for me. I let the thought settle into you, watching your body respond. Now... show me what you do when I tell you to move for me. Slowly.