As she answers my questions, several things become evident to me from her body language and words, which add to the insight I am slowly getting of the woman knelt in front of me right now.<br/><br/>The slight shiver of her body when I described her as Dianne’s bitch was small, but noticeable, and was accompanied by a complete lack of denial or protest to this humiliating term. That the way she had been coerced, manipulated and humiliated ‘against her will’ had pushed numerous buttons within her was of no surprise—it was why she had come to me in the first place, after all—but it may well be it was the very fact she was ‘taken’ rather than offered herself that presented the biggest draw.<br/><br/>Given how eager she had been to initiate a D/s style session with me, and offer herself into this position, spoke of a person with a clear submissive leaning. That she had experience of being a bottom was also now a proven fact, but sometimes with people who leaned in that direction, even that need being sated was not enough.<br/><br/>If Dianne’s interactions with her had shaped Jaclyn’s submissive needs into a harsher tone, where the voluntary choice was no longer enough, than it may just be a normal D/s session without that ‘edge’ and ‘risk’ would be as Methadone to a Heroin addict. It was something that would need to be considered and acted upon…for the good of my patient, of course.<br/><br/>And then there were the responses to my questions. That she had edged before was, again, probably not surprising, but the distinction she gave between the different types of denial—touching vs fantasising—added an additional nuance that many were not aware of. That, combined with her admission that she had no expectations, but take different approaches with a partner suggested some interesting observations about why Dianne had got to her so much.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you for admitting to your unfortunate release, pet,” </strong>I acknowledged, modulating my language slightly and watching closely to how she reacted to different names, and phrases.<strong>“Your honesty does you credit, though naturally there will be consequences of that later on in the evening.”</strong><br/><br/>No need to expand on that, anticipation was a delicious aperitif in itself, after all.<br/><br/><strong>“I take your point in terms of denial however, as I explained to you this morning, it can also be a way to instil fetishes and needs within a person that cannot be denied—no matter their conscious wishes. Such things take time, of course, but can you imagine being forced to do something in public, even when there is no one around to tell you to do it, because that’s the way you’ve been...addicted to?”<br/></strong><br/>My eyes take in her expression, her body language; everything that could give a true indication of how that would feel to her.<br/><br/><strong>“You say you come in to these things with little expectations—hoping for the best, and expecting the worse—however, it must have been a different experience when going to serve Dianne Du Monde that night?”</strong><br/><br/>The comment invited her to answer in the way most appropriate, and was added by an absent extending of a leg, so my toe traces along her shoulder; causing the already tight material to stretch more over the obviously hard nipples.<br/>