“So,” she purred as she turned and began slowly sauntering forward until she stood over the man. “You weren’t lying, were you? Asphyxiation really is your kink, isn’t it, worm?”

“Yes,” he muttered as he tried to give her a nod.

“Yessss?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow, allowing the word to hiss between her teeth.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

“Yes, Mistresssss…?”

“Yes, Mistress Miranda.”

“You like being choked by women, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Miranda.”

“Especially beautiful women.”

“Yes, Mistress Miranda.”

“Tell me I’m beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful, Mistress Miranda.”

“Yes, I am… Aren’t I.” She uttered the words as a statement of fact.

She squatted next to him with fluid grace, displaying exquisite balance on the teetering heels, and ran her gloved fingertip along his chest, down his abdomen, stopping just before the upper reaches of his pubic hair.

“Then…” she began, pausing as she eyed him seductively. “Since you like it so much, maybe you would want me to do it again?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” he answered, an excited catch in his throat.

“Then… Beg me to love you,” she ordered quietly.

“Mistress?”

“Beg me to love you,” she demanded again.

“Please, Mistress,” he murmured. “Love me.”

“Excellent,” she trilled softly as she smiled. “We do love you.”

“We, Mistress?”

She didn’t answer. In fact, she didn’t say another word.