I hold still, containing my excitement as she eases herself to her hands and knees and positions herself on the wooden floor in her underwear. She places the bottle on the floor by the skirting board and gazes up at me with doe eyes. Phoenix had given me enthusiastic consent on Saturday evening, Sunday afternoon, and early Monday morning to do with her as I pleased. However, now that she’s kneeling before me, she has reservations. “It’s entirely your decision whether or not to submit, and nothing takes place tonight and beyond without your consent. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” she says. “At
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