“Then again maybe you’re not quite ready,” she said.
“Wait, I…”
“You what, Ryan?”
“I think I want to try, Miss.”
“I need a commitment, Ryan.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“If you want to be my slave you have to ask.”
“Oh, uh…Miss Keri, can I be your slave?”
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Ryan?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes, Miss Keri, I’m sure.”
Her face flickered into a cold mask that caused me to stop breathing. I stepped back and thought about changing my mind.
“Follow me,” she demanded and walked away.
I followed her into one of the private rooms. She locked the door and looked at me like I was a slab of beef. My uncertainty was forming a knot in the pit of my stomach.
“Take off all of your clothes, Ryan, we need to get you prepared.”
I stripped and she had me kn
