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job.” I slobber, forcing myself to enunciate. “Make customers feel good.”
    She alters the voltage’s pattern, and I jerk as my chest and bel y spasms.
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    My muscles are fatigued from being stretched in the position they are in. At least that is what I tel myself when I start shaking.
    She walks to me and pinches my cheeks between her fingers. “So, if I make you my puppy you’l be able to give up al other women? Al other men?”
    Is she being serious? Or is this only part of today’s game? Is this what I want?
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    I meet her gaze and any doubt I’m feeling vanishes. I’ve never felt the way I feel now looking at anyone. I think I lost my mind at some point but in her eyes I feel I can find the keys to my salvation.
    She leaves me chained, saying as she leaves the room, “Sleep while you can.”
    Is she insane? My tailbone has gone numb, my body is held at an awkward, if not painful angle, and my neck is immobilized by the wide col ar.
    She won’t leave me here. Like this.
    Time ceases to have any meaning. My mind has split in two. Laughing maniacal y seems to be my only recourse, and I decide I real y have lost my mind.
    I wake up to find her holding my bound body and kissing my face. I realize tears are streaming over my cheeks. Some part of my mind believes I am being held in the arms of an angel.
    Have I been forgiven for my sins? Not a chance, but for a minute, just one, I feel relief from the weight I hold on my shoulders. Quick release snaps see me free. She removes the manacles from my wrists and ankles, removes my col ar, and tosses me a hand towel. “Clean yourself up, mutt.”
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    I col apse back, my shoulders on the platform, my legs dangling over the side.
    My entire body is shaking as I take the cloth in hand. I’m not sure where to begin but manage to wipe my face, then my body, removing as much saliva, sweat, and tears as I can without showering. I’m not certain how I find the energy to sit up, but I do. I even manage to meet her gaze.
    “Think you stil want to be my puppy?”
    Hel no! This woman is more on edge than I am—dangerous—and I need to get out of this room while I have the chance. If this was a preview of her power, whatever comes next can’t be good. I’d be a lunatic to stay, wouldn’t I?
    “Yes, Mistress.” She pets the top of my head and I apologize. “I don’t know why I’m shaking.”
    She bends at the waist to meet my gaze, lifting my chin with two fingers to keep me from looking away. “Sure you do. You’ve had people in just this place, ridden by adrenaline.”
    I lick my lips, the truth of her words making my mouth go dry. She can’t know the truth, not possibly. If she was an agent, my brother would have told me.
    “Are you a sadist, mutt?” She lifts my chin a notch higher. “Do you think this is the way to gain my trust so that you can play a power-switch on me?” Her voice seems verged on hysteria. “I. Don’t. Switch. Understood?”
    I don’t blink. “Understood, Mistress. Al I desire is to be your puppy.”
    She laughs in my face before spinning away from me. I sit stil , quiet, watching her pace the room like a caged cat. She clicks her incisors together, and I know that she is thinking too hard. Almost to herself she says, “There’s no 49

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    fraternizing between employees. It isn’t al owed. Period. I could lose my job, and I can’t lose my job here.”
    Stil pacing, she hugs herself in her arms, and it is as if she has forgotten I am in the room.
    “Garrett wouldn’t fire me.” She stops suddenly and looks down at me. “Can you keep this relationship a secret?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    She sighs, seeming to relax with my assurance. Her entire posture changes.
    She drops the strap-on harness to her ankles and steps out of it. She peels herself out of the latex panties she wears beneath the dress and drops them to