<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/63778f451dddfcacb31f8acbd2edabc3/tumblr_mlmpo3jOmy1rkcdc7o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Talia Jasmine Heilprin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miranda's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Miranda<hr/><br/>After the short wait, Talia reentered into the room. She felt a cold gust of wind trail up her spine as she shut the door behind her. It no longer felt like a bedroom; Talia felt like she was entering into an inescapable dungeon.<br/><br/>As Miranda spoke, Talia couldn't stop her cheeks from glowing a ruby red color. She had done things wrong, but why was Miranda being so harsh? Why did it matter? Talia felt like she was grown enough to make her own decisions, yet she felt like a child in front of Miranda. She was being scolded, but she was staying quiet. Why?<em>Because she loved it.</em><br/><br/>Everywhere else, she was the boss. But in Miranda's room, she was the lowest creature imaginable. And that is exactly what she loved. "Yes, Miss Miranda." She played along, not because she couldn't simply walk out and leave, but because she craved submission more so than anything else at that moment.<br/><br/>Talia felt like she was being scanned with an x-ray as Miranda eyed her body. She felt her hips begin to grow warm, and her nipples hardened at the thought of being admired by her business partner. The click of the lock sent a shock wave through her mind. Whatever Miranda had to offer, she wanted it.<br/><br/>"Everything belongs to you, not merely this room or me, Miss Miranda. You are deserving of it all." Her breathing was heavy, and she was unable to hide her physical arousal. She started by removing her jewelry and placing each piece on the nightstand. She slowly removed her heels, followed by her jeans. A pair of white panties slid between her rounded bottom, and they were covered with red hearts. She placed her fingers along the edge of her tank top and paused.<br/><br/>She looked toward Miranda, as if to see if she could continue. Her partner had the same angry glare as always, and Talia knew how to interpret it. She lifted off her tank top, revealing her lack of a bra. She had the orbs to look fine without one, and she often found them uncomfortable. Her beautiful breasts hung naturally, yet Talia had to restrain herself from covering them. They were large, but the slight movement of her body showed that they were real. Even so, she was both humble and embarrassed. Her skin was magnificently tanned and almost without a blemish.<br/><br/>Miranda still seemed unimpressed. Her red lips curled downward slightly, as if she were pouting. Talia gripped her panties, knowing that her task was not yet done. Slowly, she moved them down her legs. Once they were off, she grabbed them off of the floor. After a moment of thought, she tossed them to Miranda for her friend's personal amusement.<br/><br/>Talia wondered if she should approach Miranda, but the scorn on her face made her stand still. "'I owe you everything. What little I have is yours.' These are the words I spoke to you on the phone when I apologized, are they not? I was not lying."<br/><br/>She took a deep breath. "Miranda... Miss Miranda." She said, correcting herself. "I have waited for some time, but I am finally ready to play your game. In business, you start at the bottom and work to the top. I assume that your game is no different. Am I right?"