Left Without a Choice
"That's right, Sophie. You're my slave now." Molly says, moving a little closer to you. You don't speak as she grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "And you are going to do what I say, no matter what. You are going to adress me as mistress, nothing else. You are going to be my fucktoy, cumdump, whatever I feel like. If I have friends is over, and they want someone to fuck, you will always be available."
You're on the edge of crying, still looking at Molly.
"Do you understand?"
You don't reply. You don't want to humiliate yourself like that, calling your co-worker mistress.
"Do you understand?" Molly repeats, tightening her grab on your jaw.
This time, you nod and say 'yes, mistress'.
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