“Some.”
“But you were nervous. Didn’t know what to do.”
“Yes.”
“How did it make you feel dominating her?”
“Slapping her t**s?” Leslie said, as she thought of that moment in her mind. “It turned me on.”
“A lot?”
“Yes, a lot,” Leslie admitted, feeling the fire in her belly expand.
“You understand, slut, this will take more than a day. I can’t make you who you are in one session. You’ll have to be patient. Let the feelings develop, create your own style of dominance. You’ll do that by becoming my slave. It may seem like a contradiction, but the method works.”
Leslie understood perfectly well. She already felt Jane inside her; the woman had been there for some time, since she first saw her working over Dagne that night at Sapphos. When Jane had spotted her in the doorway with Leta,
