<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In a slave clothing store at the slave markets<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>It was a humiliating and degrading enough experience to have to dress in front of him – and in these clothes! – but while she dressed, he meticulously picked apart her mind with his words, even while his eyes picked apart her body. As she had suspected, this man was no fool, and he had seen right through her already – likely with some help from whatever information his online search had given him.<br/><br/>Her passive mask broke down and her anger showed on her face – her cheeks were hot with fury. No longer did she bother to keep her eyes on the floor, now she looked her master angrily straight in the eye. She almost shook with her anger as she posed to display herself in her slutty outfit for his amusement. When he brushed her cheek with his fingers, she thought they would catch fire from the heat.<br/><br/>He stepped in to take a kiss from her, and Jani – furious and humiliated though she was – still had a lifetime of slave training behind her. When his lips touched hers, she caressed them, to welcome them... but then she squeezed his lower lip slightly with her lips just before he pulled away – one small way to get back at him, though it was a petty revenge.<br/><br/>She stood fuming, but there was nothing she could say. She<em>wanted</em>snap back at him, but... this was not the time or place. She needed to study him more, and get to know him better, before she would know what the limits were she could provoke him to.<br/><br/>So she gritted her teeth, but she bowed for him. “Yes, Master,” her voice was practically a growl, “please show me everything.” Then she obediently stepped over to take her place at her master’s side, hands folded in front of her, and head down, ready to be led where he pleased.