(The beginning of the end. See @KatieBlake  for the next section!)

“Hehehe.” One of the henchmen laughed softly and tried to camouflage the indiscretion with a cough. The other henchman inched away, and I knew I’d succeeded.

“CRACK!!!!” I was impressed with his agility as he bounded up off of poor Katie and covered the 20 feet to where the offending servant was handling me. He sent the underling reeling with an open-handed blow to the ear. I kept my head down. I had to play this perfectly.

“Mother fucker! You dare?! You laughed at me?! At ME!!!” I could hear Katie. She was twisting to see. I wanted so badly to look in her direction. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t break character.

“And YOU! You smug, worthless bitch!” I remained frozen. I knelt before him in my well-practiced submissive posture.

“I should swat you now like the insect you are!” I imagined his hand raised, preparing to strike. He could probably snap my neck if he tried.

“EEEss Sssrrr.” I spoke slowly, trying hard to pronounce the words with my mouth locked open. My eyes still down on his feet, I saw him shift his weight instead of striking with his hand. I heard Katie shift again but could not see her.

“What did you say?” His voice cracked. “What? What did you just say?” In those six words, his tone transitioned all the way back from crazed to amused.

“Eesssss SSSSrrr.” I was so damned tired and beaten. I exhaled silently, pushing out as much air as I could from my lungs. I pulled my arms in tighter to my sides making myself as small as possible.

“What’s this!? Can it be? Is it possible??” The madman’s face lit up and he pirouetted right in front of me. Then he snatched open the buckle of my gag and pulled it out of my mouth, flinging it across the room, all in one dramatic motion. “Did you just say what I thought you said?”

I cleared my throat. I twisted my bound wrists to feel the friction and the helplessness.

“Yes Sir.” I exhaled hard again. Harder this time. I had to get even smaller.

His face lit up with a massive, toothy smile. “Perfect! I thought I’d never hear you say that.” He laughed heartily. But then his face twisted into a sinister grimace again. “But this is probably just a case of too little, too late. I mean, am I supposed to believe that after all of my overtures, my incentives, and my motivations for you. After all of that, only now, when you’re about to be…. well, disposed of…only then do you see the light? Only THEN do you regain that lovely, soft, submissive identity that made you a star back in the day?”

“Sir, I…”

“Look at me when you answer me SLAVE!!!” Jesus, so close. I had to push just a bit harder. I looked up and saw his deranged face, full of contempt and disbelief. Behind him, Katie was staring at us. She could have spit the torn panties out of her mouth easily but she was frozen, transfixed by the drama playing out. She was suddenly living the worst version of the kinky world she’d perfected fictionalizing. I always knew from her eloquence that she had the spirit of a submissive. She clearly understood the allure of being dominated. She longed to surrender control to another. But I always questioned whether she’d had the opportunity to experience.

“Get focused Tina!” I berated myself in my mind. I exhaled so hard and so long I was lightheaded. I squeezed my fists as tightly and painfully as I could. My nails dug painfully into my palms, but I couldn’t wince. I couldn’t show it.

“You’re too much for her Sir. You’ll break her. Easily. You’re too much for her. Until just now, seeing this side, I never knew…never IMAGINED, just how powerful you were.” He was nodding now. He was eating it up.

“So, what’s the problem then slut? You just said she’d break. How EXACTLY was I ‘doing it all wrong?” Time to pull out the big guns, Tina.

“Master.” He loved that! “You can destroy her will with a sledgehammer. But not without ruining her gift. Her will has to be removed carefully, with a scalpel. It has to be TRAINED out of her, Sir, so that she can learn her place as your property but still retain the art inside of her that you need.”

And now I needed to risk a bluff. “The art that you want to package and sell as only you can, Master.” He looked up and to the right, considering my words carefully. I guess correctly! But it wouldn’t matter if I couldn’t deliver the last part of the pitch.

“Very insightful slave. Somehow or other, you’ve made a decent point. And let me guess,” He was massaging his chin as though he was thinking deeply, “YOU’RE the only person who can train her as my slave while preserving her talent. Is that right?!”

“Yes. I can train her for you Master. If you make me her Mistress.” Katie’s eyes and mouth grew wide in disbelief. The panties tumbled out of her mouth.

He stood straight and still. He was deep in thought. He stared out the floor to ceiling tinted window behind me for what seemed like forever. Finally, he lowered to one knee where he was still head and shoulders above me. This would be the moment. I had to deliver. I exhaled everything I had. I squeezed my arms so tightly against my sides I thought I might pop.

“But Tina, you’ve been saying all week that you weren’t the same girl. You said that glynco05 was gone, and that you’re ONLY Tina now.” I could feel my nails piercing the soft skin of my palms, from squeezing my fists so tightly. “Are you even a shadow of that girl? The self-bondage expert? The natural-born slave? The walking encyclopedia of submission? I’m really not sure…”

Finally, I had it. Continuing to squeeze my elbows into my sides, I dropped my right shoulder an inch while I cocked my left hip up an inch. The ropes under my breast that bound my arms slid over my elbows and fell down around my waist. Before the rope reached the bottom, I flared my elbows out and with great effort that I concealed behind a smile, yanked my compressed right fist out of the loops of rope that was locking my wrists together in the small of my back. With my hands free, I rather dramatically pulled the upper band of ropes that was around my shoulder up and over my head.

“Don’t forget ‘escape artist’ Sir.” I panted in a sultry voice.

“Bravo!” He stood up and stepped back, mock clapping. He also stared down the men who’d failed at tying me up. They retreated back to the shadowy corners of the room. “Very, very impressive, Tina! Or should I call you Glynco?”

“Call me whatever pleases you, Master.” Fuck. I hadn’t spoken this way in a long time. I had to be careful not to fall into my role too deeply. “But please, Master, I beg you, please allow me to demonstrate for you.” I nodded in Katie’s direction. No longer inhibited by her own panties, Katie found her voice.

“OK then Slave. Go on and demonstrate your ‘surgical’ training technique. If I approve, I’ll make you Katie’s mistress until she’s been correctly conditioned for my needs.” The huge man sat down in an overstuff armchair, a king on his throne.