Daisy’s lower lip quivered, she hung her head low (as low as she could, without sinking right back into me) and sighed. “Fine… Just, let me out.”

“Nah, ah, ah!” I said, wagging a finger. “You don’t make the orders around here.”

“But, you said you’d let me out if I agreed!” Daisy stammered. “Gina! You can’t do this to me!”

I bopped her on the nose with my finger, that caught her by surprise. “I’m not Gina to you anymore, I’m now your mistress. And I want you to hear you beg before I let you out.” I was getting such a thrill from this.

Daisy whimpered, then started crying. I felt kind of bad for her, but I didn’t really know what to do after what I’d just said.