EXTRACT FOR
Extreme Submission
(Faye Valentine)

"Come on, Alicia, you've got to help me. If I don't get better at my ties Master Gavin said he would have to fire me. Please, I know you're not submissive but you're the only one I know into the lifestyle I can practice with outside of work."

"If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. I'm not a damn submissive and I have no intentions of starting now."

"So you're content letting your best friend get fired?"

"If you can't do the job then perhaps you should look for something you're more suited to."

"You don't have to be such a bitch about it," Janet said with a tone that told me I may have hit a sore spot. "I'm not asking you to be my submissive, Alicia, all I need is someone to practice a few ties on. Please. We both know I'm not above begging if that's what it takes. Just give me an hour or two a night to practice my technique and if I don't show improvements in a couple of weeks I'll quit and find something else."

I let out an annoyed sigh. Fine. I'll give you a couple of hours, but if you screw up even once I'll tell Master Gavin to fire you myself."

"Thank you," she grinned. "Please follow me to the dungeon and we'll get started right now."

While our conversation took place, Mr. Howell kept to the walls taking pictures as quickly as his finger could press the button on his camera. And as we walked through the mockup of a house to the dungeon he followed along. It was my first time in such a room but playing the part of the dominant I had to pretend otherwise and hoped the cameras recording me from every possible angle did not pick up on just how far out of my league I truly was.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you, but to make this feel more like at work can you call me Mistress?"

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. "This is your time so you had better put it to good use."

"Then we'll start with you taking those clothes off. And since you've agreed to call me Mistress we'll use the rest of the rules from work. If you disobey or hesitate in obeying a command you'll be disciplined."

"Yes...Mistress," I said with nervous and dramatic pause. After unhooking the garters I reached back, unzipped my dress and practically peeled it off. It was followed by my panties and then the boots that also fit like a second skin." When I was done I stood there naked for about a minute or two. Janet walked over with a leather strap in hand which she buckled in place around my neck. 

"That's better," she smirked. "We'll start with something even I can't screw up," she said going to a wall where two or three dozen coils of rope hung. Plucking several from their hooks she returned. "Put your arms behind your back."

"Yes Mistress."