Enjoying the look of shock, flowing into one of appreciation that I received as she acknowledged my presence, I watch as Jaclyn follows my instructions to enter the apartment.<br/><br/>Moving to lean casually against the open doorframe; my naked backside facing the empty hallway, I silently observed the girl’s movements with interest, seeing how many would match with those that I anticipated.<br/><br/>Though the room, and view were impressive, Jaclyn appeared to pay it only so much heed as was necessary to establish in her mind what was contained within, and where she should be in relation to them. Without prompting, having noting the items on the coffee table, she’d made an assessment, based on their appearance, and acted upon it; gliding over to the side of it, before sliding down into a perfect slave’s pose, despite the pain those magnificent heels would cause.<br/><br/>That her position ensured her that her reflection would be in her peripheral vison at all times, just went to show how close I had predicted her reactions.<br/><br/><strong>“You are well trained, I see,”</strong>I state finally, coming into the room and closing the door behind me, before entering the open plan kitchen to pour myself another mug of coffee.<strong>“Not that it’s any surprise, of course; you were displaying certain indicators from the moment we met. No wonder this Du Monde selected you to be her bitch.”</strong><br/><br/>Sipping the black nectar, I came back into the main room, and rested gracefully on the arm of the sofa immediately in front of her, so that out body heat was almost palpable. Giving her the benefit of openly examining her outfit in minute detail—a process that lasted a few minutes—I finally broke the silence once more.<br/><br/><strong>“You look delightful tonight Jaclyn,”</strong>I praised her, reaching forward to brush a few stray hairs behind her ear.<strong>“My compliments on your choices. The lack of a bra was a brave, yet inspired choice; it’s just a shame you appear to have left the rest of your underwear behind as well.”</strong><br/><br/>I left that hanging in the air a moment with a light smile, before continuing.<br/><br/><strong>“Tonight, will only work if there is complete honesty between us both at all times, no matter how humiliating the truths that are revealed may be. If I ask a question of you, I will expect you to do me the courtesy of responding instantly with the honest answer, without any attempt of qualification. I, for my own part, will do the same.”</strong><br/><br/>Swirling my coffee in its cup, I took another sip as I framed my next comments.<br/><br/><strong>“I am a great believer in choice, little one, and it is of your own volition that you have come here this evening and took to your knees—as it is of my own choice to allow you to do so, and take on the role as your guide. I want you to keep this focussed in your mind, at any point that you begin to have doubts about how you find yourself in this position. Unlike Diane Du Monde, there will be no convincing yourself later that what you have done with me has been coerced, or forced, or blackmailed out of you. What happens tonight is through choice—your own.”</strong><br/><br/>And the knowledge of taking such choices, I found, were always more psychologically powerful than having the benefit of some excuse or other.<br/><br/><strong>“So, we shall begin with my first question. What is it that you were hoping tonight would bring, when you were teasing yourself today? What fantasies, dreams and expectations were going through your mind as you walked her? What is it, that you expect to happen?”</strong><br/>