“Write the first thing that comes to mind,” Brianna said.

Ally grabbed a pen and wrote, “Mistress”.

“Now, write the second thing.”

Almost instantly, Ally wrote, “Mistress”.

“The third, dear.”

Once again, the only word committed to paper was, “Mistress”.

“Is Mistress all you can think about?”

“Yes. I have no choice.”

“No, you don’t. Who’s your Mistress?”

“You are, Bree,” Ally dropped to her knees. “Fuck, you are my Mistress, and I’m your helplessly brainwashed slut. Please fuck me right now!”

“Yeah, you’re definitely ready!” Brianna stuffed a leather boot inside her drooling mouth and smirked.