Words and action; when we are at our weakest or most aroused, they can rip away the mask of who we present ourselves to be, to expose our true nature. With one such as Jaclyn, who was so contradictorily a character between professional business woman and pain slut, it opened up so many possibilities that could be explored.<br/><br/><strong>“Bitches are owned and trained,”</strong>I observe softly, a crooked smile on my lips.<strong>“Cunt’s used, whores objectified, and pussies filled by those who wish to take them. A person who knows such truths about themselves can never deny, no matter what position they attain, all they will ever be is three holes and a pair of tits. Which is what you see when you look in the mirror, isn’t it?”</strong><br/><br/>The request to move is what I had been waiting for, as I’ve been patiently testing the limit of her body’s acceptance of pain, so I could gauge how best to effect future forays. Everything in life is a test, and this was no different. It also allowed me the ability to move onto the next portion of my plans naturally, whilst ensuring she knew in her mind it was her who voiced the need first.<br/><br/><strong>“You seem well versed in who you are, but its evident there is a deeper part of you that craves to go further, else your interactions with Du Monde would not have affected you so much. To that end, my sweet little cunt, I am going to place you in as many situations as I can, to see how you react, starting now.”</strong><br/><br/>Reaching forward, I placed my coffee on the table, and pressed the dimmer control unit, adjusting the light so that anyone looking up into the main windows from outside, would be able to see in.<br/><br/><strong>“As you would have observed on entry, though we are in the penthouse of this building, we are only a few flights up from the ground—enough for privacy when required whilst enabling an unrivalled view of the park below. That area is extremely popular with tourists and locals alike, especially at this time of day when people are relaxing after a long day of work.”</strong><br/><br/>Smiling down at Jaclyn, as her calf twitched, I indicated the large window overlooking the park with a nod of my head.<br/><br/><strong>“You may get up, and move over to that window, where you will take your time in stripping off all your clothes in full view of anyone watching, before posing, naked as the day you were born, facing out into the park.”</strong><br/><br/>Granted, despite my words, people may or may not look up at her, but one never knows, and that was part of what gave it an edge.<br/>