<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zeDOm99.png)</div>Name: Heather<br/>Date/Time: September 12 / Afternoon<br/>Location: Bathroom<br/>Tagging: Jumoke<br/><hr/><br/>Apparently, it seemed, Heather's pheromones were tied to her own state of arousal, something that she hadn't ever really picked up on before. But then, she'd never felt nearly as excited as she did right at that moment, especially not when he tilted her face back and moved up so close to her.<br/>That she had heard the door of the tiny stall as it locked behind her, that she was, at least in her own mind, trapped in her with someone who seemed quite ready to do whatever he wanted to her body ... well, it only made sense that she could feel her body respond to that, from the increasingly thick scent that she gave off to the way her hard pounded and her knees felt weak, to the increasingly sticky nature of her crotch.<br/><br/>"You ask what<em>I</em>want?" She repeated, her voice as cold and collected as she could manage, mostly out of habit. Her eyes tried to keep their commanding glare but, especially as close as they were now, Jumoke would be able to see that the facade was paper thin at best. For a moment, she considered falling back into her old habits, of replying with what she thought he wanted to hear rather than the truth.<br/>But, then, the most pleasing answer for him would, it seemed, actually be the truth for once.<br/><br/>There was a small smirk on her lips as she sank gracefully down onto her knees, her eyes locked onto Jumoke's as she sank down. "That veil I wear is for the pleasure of others. They find pleasure in it, and<em> that</em>is what I want, my lord. To give pleasure to those who wish to claim me. To be used, however you want. To be taken wherever and whenever you desire." The facade had, as she spoke, fallen quite completely, and the crimson gaze that looked up at him was as hungry and as aroused as it was submissive. "I want you<em>never to ask me anything again</em>. I want you to order me. To take what you wish. To hurt me, if that would please you. I do not care if I have a kind master or a cruel one, I simply<em>need a master.</em>"<br/><br/>She may have gone slightly overboard, Heather knew. But she had kept these feelings bottled up for years and now not only was she able to let them out fully, it seemed that she might actually get her wish fulfilled.<br/>Her answer given, she knelt and gazed up at her lord, awaiting his next command.