interview after Adam had served a
few months in consultancy. Such an intervention would come at a
price however – Tessa Clifford wasn’t the type of viper who did
anyone a favour without something in return. Part of that price was
obviously Adam in some form or another – a sexual favour he would
be obliged to perform. Emily shuddered at the very idea! But the
other part was clearly Emily, making a spectacle of herself – Tessa
witnessing her humiliation. Emily shuddered again, wondering how
far her disgrace would have to go before Tessa had extracted her
spiteful pound of flesh.
“Get her to do more, Adam!” cackled Tessa, evidently far from
satisfied yet. “I want to see her grovel... Make her grovel to
me!”
“You will get what you asked for, Tessa,” assured Adam. “I
told you – I am a man of my word and will make good my promises.
But all in good time... watch first, and then you may
experience.”
A snap of Adam’s fingers then a point towards the floor gave
Emily all the instruction needed. Whimpering in shame, she fell to
her knees positioned in front of Her Master.
“Oh, that is beautiful! She’s like a dog!” hollered Tessa.
“This is truly the happiest day of my life! Three long years I’ve
yearned to see this – Emily Johnson brought to her
knees.”
Adam looked down at her, reached out and touched a scalding
cheek that radiated Emily’s embarrassment. He made her cringe when
the hand was lowered and a finger again tapped the scarf hidden
collar. Horror upon horror, Emily thought she would die of it –
Tessa seeing her symbol of slavery would be a wound too severe to
survive. But much to her relief, the scarf remained in place. It
was another demonstration that Adam would make.
“Give me your cup,” said Emily’s Master, his calm voice such a
contrast to the accompanying hysteria in the room.
Emily obeyed, raising her cup with its splash of Champagne and
offered it to Her Master. She looked up at his stern face
pleadingly, tears rolling freely down her scarlet
cheeks.
“Drink!” was the command given.
The Master poured out the Champagne onto the palm of his hand
which he cupped to hold the fizzing liquid. He offered it to Emily
who immediately lapped it up, adoring the flesh that held the
drink. As she drained the palm and carried on licking, she tried to
block out the audience and think only of the act – the display of
submissive worship. But it was impossible to do. Tessa’s screams of
laughter stabbed her repeatedly in the heart, making her presence
all too apparent and Emily’s mortification all the more
wounding.
“Stop now!” Adam eventually said.
Emily halted immediately and maintained her position, kneeling
subserviently at Her Master’s feet.
“That was a simple demonstration,” Adam casually informed
Tessa. “She’ll debase herself further though – in fact I don’t
think there’s a depth our Mrs. Johnson won’t sink to.”
Emily cringed at the words. She feared that Her Master was
going to put that to the test.
“Such as?” gushed Tessa. “Show me how low the pathetic little
madam will go.”
“Well, she’ll deliver what you asked for - half of the bribe
that you demanded.”
“Bribe!” exclaimed Tessa indignantly. “That’s a bit
strong!”
“Oh come on now Tessa, don’t take offence,” said Adam,
laughing the remark off. “It’s the way of the world – everyone does
it. Come on, your cup is empty - have another drop of Champagne –
we’re celebrating. No need to get hung up on a little
word.”
“Yes, well – we are celebrating,” agreed Tessa, wanting to be
mollified by this gorgeous hunk of a man. “But that was a bit
harsh, Adam.”
It was left at that. No further placation. “Go fetch the
bottle, Blondie!” demanded the Master. “My good friend Tessa wants
some more Champagne.”
“Yes Master,” whimpered Emily as she got up to obey. She
fetched the bottle and held down the bile rising in her stomach as
she
few months in consultancy. Such an intervention would come at a
price however – Tessa Clifford wasn’t the type of viper who did
anyone a favour without something in return. Part of that price was
obviously Adam in some form or another – a sexual favour he would
be obliged to perform. Emily shuddered at the very idea! But the
other part was clearly Emily, making a spectacle of herself – Tessa
witnessing her humiliation. Emily shuddered again, wondering how
far her disgrace would have to go before Tessa had extracted her
spiteful pound of flesh.
“Get her to do more, Adam!” cackled Tessa, evidently far from
satisfied yet. “I want to see her grovel... Make her grovel to
me!”
“You will get what you asked for, Tessa,” assured Adam. “I
told you – I am a man of my word and will make good my promises.
But all in good time... watch first, and then you may
experience.”
A snap of Adam’s fingers then a point towards the floor gave
Emily all the instruction needed. Whimpering in shame, she fell to
her knees positioned in front of Her Master.
“Oh, that is beautiful! She’s like a dog!” hollered Tessa.
“This is truly the happiest day of my life! Three long years I’ve
yearned to see this – Emily Johnson brought to her
knees.”
Adam looked down at her, reached out and touched a scalding
cheek that radiated Emily’s embarrassment. He made her cringe when
the hand was lowered and a finger again tapped the scarf hidden
collar. Horror upon horror, Emily thought she would die of it –
Tessa seeing her symbol of slavery would be a wound too severe to
survive. But much to her relief, the scarf remained in place. It
was another demonstration that Adam would make.
“Give me your cup,” said Emily’s Master, his calm voice such a
contrast to the accompanying hysteria in the room.
Emily obeyed, raising her cup with its splash of Champagne and
offered it to Her Master. She looked up at his stern face
pleadingly, tears rolling freely down her scarlet
cheeks.
“Drink!” was the command given.
The Master poured out the Champagne onto the palm of his hand
which he cupped to hold the fizzing liquid. He offered it to Emily
who immediately lapped it up, adoring the flesh that held the
drink. As she drained the palm and carried on licking, she tried to
block out the audience and think only of the act – the display of
submissive worship. But it was impossible to do. Tessa’s screams of
laughter stabbed her repeatedly in the heart, making her presence
all too apparent and Emily’s mortification all the more
wounding.
“Stop now!” Adam eventually said.
Emily halted immediately and maintained her position, kneeling
subserviently at Her Master’s feet.
“That was a simple demonstration,” Adam casually informed
Tessa. “She’ll debase herself further though – in fact I don’t
think there’s a depth our Mrs. Johnson won’t sink to.”
Emily cringed at the words. She feared that Her Master was
going to put that to the test.
“Such as?” gushed Tessa. “Show me how low the pathetic little
madam will go.”
“Well, she’ll deliver what you asked for - half of the bribe
that you demanded.”
“Bribe!” exclaimed Tessa indignantly. “That’s a bit
strong!”
“Oh come on now Tessa, don’t take offence,” said Adam,
laughing the remark off. “It’s the way of the world – everyone does
it. Come on, your cup is empty - have another drop of Champagne –
we’re celebrating. No need to get hung up on a little
word.”
“Yes, well – we are celebrating,” agreed Tessa, wanting to be
mollified by this gorgeous hunk of a man. “But that was a bit
harsh, Adam.”
It was left at that. No further placation. “Go fetch the
bottle, Blondie!” demanded the Master. “My good friend Tessa wants
some more Champagne.”
“Yes Master,” whimpered Emily as she got up to obey. She
fetched the bottle and held down the bile rising in her stomach as
she
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