There it was—finally—the brief look of hesitancy that crossed her face at my upping the ante, which temporarily pushed back the lust that was overwhelming her as alarm bells began to ring. I’d wondered how much further I needed to push it before they would come.<br/><br/>Jaclyn’s assertions about how caught she was in Du Monde’s trap had spoken of a personality that got so caught up in the emotions of her submissive side, that it defied all reason, and caused her to go along with it in abandon, and only regret it after the fact. Her glib comments to me about not needing any safe words, and the way she threw herself into her orders only underlined that prognosis.<br/><br/>In order to be able to fully assess how deeply her needs went, and how vulnerable she was to being so easily coerced and captured, as Du Monde had done, I needed to find that sweet spot where caution began to override base need.<br/><br/>And that brief hesitancy told me I had found it.<br/><br/><strong>“I expect you to ask me permission both before you lift your skirt and apologise, pet,” </strong>I qualified without missing a beat.<strong>“After all, it isn’t my intent to cause you to flash the entire population of the city, causing them and you untold damage in the process. The purpose of this is to see exactly how far you are willing to go, without doing unto harm to your reputation—or get arrested for that matter—You need to understand exactly how vulnerable you are to a dominant force, before we can temper it.”</strong><br/><br/>Getting up from my seat, I approached her; leaning down to pluck a cinnamon lip-plumper from the makeup bag. Uncapping it, I leant forward and began tracing the cool substance to the girl’s lips, even as I continued my warning.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://attemptingvogueblog.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/close-up-of-woman-applying-red-lipstick.jpg)</div><br/><strong>“I’ve only had you in my apartment for less than half an hour, and already I have you naked, plugged, clamped, covered in my own juices, writing derogatory terms on your body AND sending the evidence to people you don’t even know,”</strong>I whispered softly; my eyes locked onto hers, exuding the seriousness of what I was saying.<strong>“Just think what state you could be in if I was REALLY trying.”</strong><br/><br/>Finishing off with the bow of her lips, I moved the plumper down; starting to trace it in delicate circles over her pierced, engorged left; knowing in her current state they would be almost too much to bare.<br/><br/><strong>“You may have protection against hypnosis, as you mentioned earlier, but the one thing you have very little defence to is your own nature. That means you are vulnerable to any person of dominance who knows what they are doing, and has decided you might be a perfect little bitch for them.”</strong><br/><br/>Moving to the right nipple, I painted it the same, letting my words hammer home to her as I did so.<br/><br/><strong>“The only way to try to break the hold of Du Monde, and build a resistance—or state of caution—in your mind, is to push you as far as I can make you go without breaking you, until you begin to recognise the dangers in each situation and push back.”</strong><br/><br/>Hands dropping down, the fingers of my left hand gently caressed her slick folds, and pulled back the chain a little so that I could paint her clitoris with the plumper held in my right.<br/><br/><strong>“Telling you that, the way you are going, you would end up as nothing more than a glory hole cunt, begging for scraps as you are passed around for amusement at some seedy party, and used as a sperm bank would not deter you in the slightest, as the fantasy of it would enflame your desires, and convince you that you wanted it. Actually, experiencing these things AND the repercussions of them? That, my dear Jaclyn is another matter entirely.”</strong><br/><br/>Raising the plumper, now soaked with her juices, up to my lips, I kissed it briefly so she could see, before taking a far gentler tone.<br/><br/><strong>“I do not want to break you, dear one; nor do I wish to damage everything you have worked for beyond all measure. I want to help you be able to experience all the wonderful things that come with being a true submissive, whilst tempering them with some ability to pull back, say no, or stop things when it becomes too much. The only way I am going to be able to do that, is to push you so far to your extremes, that you have no choice but to do so or fall into disgrace. I told you before; true D/s is about choice, and I am going to allow you to live out exactly what you have been fantasising, so you can have a clear, informed choice, of whether it’s actually worth it.”</strong><br/><br/>Recapping the lipstick, I placed it back down on the table with a note of finality.<br/><br/><strong>“Before you end up in a situation with someone, where you no longer have a choice and you end up sharing your fiancée’s fate…or something even worse.”</strong><br/>