Things move fast. They have to, if you’re going to go from the cute and demure woman I fir

Things move fast. They have to, if you’re going to go from the cute and demure woman I first met to the slut at my feet, gagged and bound. For that to happen, it has to be in your head somewhere, a seed planted and forgotten about, or maybe it’s already taken root, and is just waiting for the right light to bloom. But it has to be there, somewhere. You have to be aware.

More importantly, you have to be curious. You have to be unsatisfied with your lot, of where you are right now. There's something else out there, and you want to know what it is. Actually, no, you don't want. You need. It’s a compulsion, a desperation. Knowledge is your morphine, and you always want more.

That’s what drives you to change, brings you to your knees in front of me. Your curiosity is going to get the better of you, and you’re going to need to find out how far you’re going to go. How far I’m going to go, more importantly. Where I’m going to take you, what I’m going to show you. And how I’m going to make you feel.

Because I looked at you with the quiet confidence of the Dominant, when we first met. I regarded you coolly, but there was something warm behind that. That’s what planted the seed, and sparked your curiosity. It’ll be the end of you. I’ll be the end of you.