Mistress Gina

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.

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