"No really - anything".

"I don't believe you - I think you're just another Wannabe."

"Please. Let me prove it"

"How ?"

Silence. I could tell she was thinking hard. It is a hard
question.

"I'll go to your place. Stay until you're done with me. Let you
use me for whatever you want as long as you want."

"Is that all ?"

"Er yes - it's a lot, right?"

"You don't get this at all do you."

Silence again.

"No, I guess I don't. Help me ? Please."

I sigh. OK, maybe I'm turning soft. Maybe it's because she is
very attractive to me.

"You remember my place don't you?"

"Yes. Very nice place."

"Belonged to one of your predecessors. She signed it over to me
and I let her stay on as a tenant if she paid rent. The rent was
not what you would call fair, so she ended up doing a few jobs
for a Romanian friend of mine to pay the arrears. Come to think
of it, I haven't heard from her for a while. Must be busy ..."

I could see her face go white. It's one thing sucking master's
cock or being caned until you black out. That's the fun bit. But
it's quite another to put your life in your master's hands
knowing full well that he will trash it before moving on.

"Problem, my dear ?"

Pause.

"Thought so. You're a wannabe, girl. Get the fuck out and stop
wasting my time."

"No ! Wait. Please. Tell me what to do."

Sigh.

"No, that's not the way it works. You tell me what you're going
to do. Make it impressive. If you don't impress me then there are
others begging for a chance."

"OK. I give you full control over my financial affairs. I'm not
stinking rich but I do have property and investments and a trust
fund from my parents. You can have it all. I will put everything
I own apart from what I'm wearing now into storage. In your name.
I will come to your house wearing those clothes. I will strip -
you will burn my final possessions and I will be yours entirely."

"Not bad. First thing I'd have you do is to sign a suicide note.
Maybe it would be fun for the rest of the world to think you
dead. Then no-one will come looking and disturb our fun. OK ?"

"Yes. Master."

"Hmm - and all this 'Master' stuff is for silly girl Wannabes. If
you're serious about this then I want you never to utter another
sound. Agreed?"

She nods.

"Good, or I'll rip your tongue out by the root with pliers. Done
it once before - I'll happily do it again with you.

Now, get a move on ! Email to your lawyer and accountant. Order
the removal company to collect your stuff.

In one hour I want you here, naked, hands on head, down on your
knees. Ready to start showing Master just how much you want to be
his girl."