Riley had an impulse spending problem.

Specifically, a home improvement spending problem. She had three couches that she poured at least an entire paycheck into. She had a good paying job, for sure -- but she had next to no savings account because of how much she'd spend. She'd commit every month to starting an emergency savings account again, and that'd all fly out the window the minute she found a new rug, a new lamp, or a new knick knack she didn't even know she wanted. Her house was beautiful and cozy. It was the perfect house.

Which was exactly why she was three months behind on her mortgage payments. To be honest, Riley was shocked when the bank actually offered to give her a mortgage for the house she got. It was a good sized house, she lived alone, and she was only in her late 20s. She was over the moon with excitement. At first, Riley was committed to paying on time. But having so much empty space, having so many bare rooms... it got her spending like wild. And it got out of hand. The debt collectors and threats were already coming. Certainly Riley let some of her cash slide through the cushions somewhere. Certainly she'd magically find a few hundred dollars and assure the collectors she was on her way to paying. Luckily, the people at her door hadn't start coming.

Not yet. Not until that day.

Riley went through the last cushion on the last couch. She found a grand total of a dollar and 37 cents. She collapsed on the couch once it was set again, slumping over and sighing heavily. How was she going to explain this? Maybe she could sell something... no, that was crazy. She loved everything in her house too much.

What was she going to do?

She was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring -- more than two times, shockingly. Memories of the package she ordered surged up, as did her hope. Finally -- her new throw blanket had arrived! She'd only been waiting months for it to ship. Riley stood up and all but sprinted to the door, swinging it open. Her face fell.

It wasn't the package. It was a tall, stern looking woman in a suit that could have costed a month of paychecks for Riley. The woman had a tag attached to the suit -- "Marathon Debt Collection".

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. Riley had bought too much time. They finally were getting to the intimidation phase.

"Good afternoon, Riley," the woman spoke with a sickeningly fake smile. "My name is Carissa Waters. I'm here to address your missed mortgage payments."

"Uhhhh, yeah, hi," Riley began trying to dodge the inevitable questions and pandering. "Y-yep! Riley, that's me. So, um... about my payments--"

"Yes, you're three months late. Currently you owe $4,532.89 that your bank has yet to be paid. Your bank is currently speaking of seizing your house and belongings for nonpayment. May I come in to discuss this?" Even while being so callous and cruel in her threats, the smile on her face didn't falter. Riley was shaking and biting her lip hard.

"Um..." Riley looked around. Was it normal for a debt collector to invite herself in? "Sure... sure, come on it. D-do you want some tea?"

"Oh, tea would be lovely." The woman smirked even wider. Was she expecting to be served, or something? It certainly seemed that way by the way she pushed past Riley, sat down and crossed one leg over the other. She was clearly making herself at home.

Riley closed the door hastily. Was she going to get killed, or something? This woman looked evil. Cruel, calculating, cold -- with a perfect ability to get under her target's skin.

"So... the bank is talking about seizing your home and your belongings." Carissa continued the threats even as Riley kindly served the teacup. "Fortunately, we have options for you. You can sell some of your belongings--" That was out of the question, obviously. "--Or you can refinance, sell your home... things like that. We are, ah, able to work with your situation, however."

"I... I don't know if I want to do any of that," Riley confessed. "Please. Please, can I have a bit longer? I'll -- I'll sell some of my nonessentials, I'll ask for a raise at work, I'll take up an extra job, I'll... I'll do anything!" She didn't want to be homeless again -- not after her parents had kicked her out. Riley had spent a few odd months on the streets until she landed the job she had and climbed up the ladder. She went through too much.

"Listen, Riley. I quite understand your situation. So, I'd like to offer you a special option." Carissa looked Riley up and down, as if she were examining her. Was she... flirting with Riley? That was wrong, right...?

"W-what is it?"

Carissa's smile widened into a grin, stretching from ear to ear. "You could give up your free will and serve as my property until your debt is paid in full."

            Huh? Riley had to take a long while to process that. That wasn’t a serious offer, right? Riley wasn’t not attracted to this woman – she was tall, with dark hair and slightly gothic styled fancy suit, compared to Riley’s light floral dress and tied up blond hair – but she wasn’t exactly willing to give up her life to become a sex toy. Or whatever Carissa had in mind for her. “C-come on, I’m about to lose my house here,” Riley growled defensively. “You could at least pretend not to laugh at me.”

“Oh, it’s not a joke. It’s a legitimate offer.” Carissa whipped out her phone and pulled up a website. Sure enough, it was a website for her debt collection company. The website looked legitimate enough – being a web developer herself, Riley knew how to tell. Carissa scrolled to the “ways to pay” section and at the bottom, in clear text, was “selling your body to us”.

“I… I don’t think I can do that,” Riley sweated. This was way, way too weird. She had a life, hobbies, a job – she wasn’t going to give that all up just to fulfill some woman’s depraved wishes! “I… oh gosh, what can I sell…”

“You just said you didn’t want to sell your nonessentials,” Carissa callously reminded her. “And why would your job give you a raise just because you were careless and irresponsible? Your options are tight, Riley, and you need to pay. Which is it?”

Riley couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t believe the options she was leaning towards. But she was only given three options – be homeless, give up more of her possessions than she could have liked… or be this woman’s plaything. What was she doing? Why was she like this? Maybe Riley was just starved for attention; after all, it’d been a while since her last scene. And it wasn’t like Carissa was some gross, greasy person demanding sex. This… wasn’t right. But it was the right option.

“Fine,” Riley huffed. “I’ll… do it.”

Carissa chuckled through her nose. “You’ll do what, dear?”

“I’ll be your…” Riley blushed wildly, her entire body shaking. “Plaything.”

Carissa stood up triumphantly, clasping her hands together. “Good decision! You’ll make an excellent plaything. And don’t worry – it’ll only be temporary… probably. Just until you pay off your debt,” she winked for emphasis.

Riley didn’t respond. She felt too humiliated. Her embarrassment turned into confusion as Carissa pressed down on Riley’s shoulders and sat her back down. Riley was almost about to resist… but all that faded away the moment she realized what exactly she had agreed to. She looked up at Carissa, a scowl on her face.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Carissa smiled. She reached into the inner pocket of her suit jacket and pulled out… a pocket watch? Oh no, had Carissa been spying on her? Looking through her browsing history full of hypnosis porn?

“Wh-what are you doing?” Riley’s voice was shaky, even through her demand.

“I’m hypnotizing you,” Carissa responded casually as if she were stating a basic fact of life. Riley was even more bewildered now. Hypnotizing her? How in the world did Carissa know Riley was into that? The pocket watch swung back and forth, and sure enough, Riley knew she didn’t have any other choice than to look. “Your mind is still clearly resisting, even when I know you – Riley – doesn’t want to. So I’m taking your mind away for a minute. Molding it. Making it my own. Doesn’t that sound nice, plaything?”

“I… I…” Already she had to stop herself from agreeing. She shook her head and tried to readjust. “Y-you don’t have to do, um, quite this—”

“But you like it, don’t you? We’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while. Not that you’d care or try to resist more… right?” Riley shook her head instinctively. This was… too hard for her. She wanted to be hypnotized. She always was hungry for trance. So even though she wanted to resist and only serve with her body – she couldn’t. Carissa was too powerful. Her eyes began sliding shut, struggling to stay awake and focused on the watch.

“That’s it. Good plaything,” Carissa cooed. Riley was getting close. So close to trance. “You’re so suggestible. You just can’t wait for me to mess with your mind, can you? Well, I don’t want to keep you any longer. You’ll only succumb to my will from now on. I’m going to take your mind on five. Do you understand?”

“Uh… uh… y-yes…” Riley struggled to answer. She was long gone, long ago.

“Good. One, two… getting sleepier… three, four… ready to give in, ready to become my property…”

So close… so gone… and with the snap of a finger, Riley’s mind was taken.

“One. Mine.”

~~

Riley swore she felt like nothing had changed when she came to. Unfortunately, she’d soon find that was not the case. It seemed like she was asleep for mere seconds, but as she reoriented herself to her surroundings, she found out she’d been in trance for hours. What in the world had happened? Her questions were squashed when she looked in front of her and saw Carissa. An innocent, knowing smile was plastered on her face. “Good morning, plaything. How are you feeling?” she teased.

“Um… what did you do to me?” Riley didn’t answer the question, instead asking her own.

That was her first mistake.

SLAP!

Carissa clicked her tongue. “Plaything. You should know better than to not give a proper answer when I ask you a question.” Her voice suddenly became much more mean. Much more demanding. “How. Are. You. Feeling?”

Riley gulped. She wanted to stand up and run or yell at this woman to get out. But… she couldn’t. She was frozen in place, and unable to respond with anything but a proper answer. “I’m… tired. But fine.”

“Good,” Carissa smiled. “Isn’t that much better?”

“Y…yes.” Once again, Riley felt the immense compulsion to agree. This was just her life now.

“So, why don’t we start our training? We’ll start with daily inspections.”

“W-what?” Riley stammered. “Daily? We’re going to be spending time… daily?”

Carissa laughed cruelly. “Oh, yes. I’m going to be visiting you daily, and you’re going to spend time serving me… or serving other people. All of it to pay off your debts. You may want to put in your resignation notice while you still have time, in any case.”

Riley’s face paled. She was in deep trouble. “I… yes, I will.” Once again, she agreed. Why was she agreeing so much with Carissa?

Carissa tapped a finger to her chin three or four times. “I think it should be ‘yes, Mistress’, from now on, hmm?”

Riley nodded eagerly. “Yes… yes, Mistress.” Gah! She thought. What was going on? Even when she’d been hypnotized in the past, it… it wouldn’t be quite like this!

“Stand up,” Carissa ordered, and Riley complied. “Proper inspection post. Hands crossed behind your back, standing straight, looking into my eyes.” Riley fulfilled the order as best as possible. As she would daily, for god knows how long. As she assumed the pose, Carissa forcefully made some ‘corrections’. She molded Riley’s body in the right form, as if she were clay to be molded. “Good. That’s the proper form. You will stay in this pose while I inspect you. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Carissa inspected her. Quite roughly. She trapped Riley’s body in her hands; her breasts, ass, hips, chin, neck… her entire body was at Carissa’s disposal. As Carissa groped and examined her body, she eyed every part for imperfections, fidgeting, or small signs of disobedience – any of which were scolded with a slap or scathing words. The inspection felt like it lasted hours. And Carissa just kept going, ignoring any signs of hesitation or discomfort. It took every atom in Riley’s body to stay as still as possible.

And then it was over. Carissa pulled back and smiled. “Good work, plaything. From tomorrow on, you won’t have clothes on while I inspect you.”

Riley bit her lip. She wanted to protest or resist. No. Did she? That sounded… wrong. Why would she resist Carissa? Carissa was helping her. She was being kind… right? Why was she thinking like this? What exactly did Carissa do to her while she was in trance? She wanted to resist or fight back. Maybe she was just nervous.

“Ah, I can tell the trance is taking effect,” Carissa noted. “Don’t worry, plaything. I wiped out every ounce of resistance in you. Figured it would make things easier.”

Riley opened her mouth as if to question that. Something rang in her mind – Don’t speak unless spoken to.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, plaything. Oh, and by the way, tidy up your house, will you? It’s unkind to welcome your Mistress into a messy space.”

~~

Riley had immediately submitted her two week's notice at Carissa's orders. But she didn't even last those two weeks. Carissa called her into "work" the next week, saying she had to start immediately because she "already had ravenous customers". What did that even mean? Riley felt shame at leaving her job so suddenly. Luckily her bosses seemed to understand, saying that life comes up -- even when you don't expect it to.

    Riley stifled a scoff. She sure didn't expect her life to drastically change like this. From now on, she reported to Carissa, going straight to her "office". Carissa's office was obviously much nicer than her old one -- in fact, it seemed she had two offices. A normal one, and... a bedroom.

    Carissa welcomed Riley in. Obviously, she had Riley strip and gave her a daily inspection. Riley was beginning to get used to them, though as soon as she'd think that Carissa would become much more rough and demanding with her inspections. Riley would still fidget nervously -- and get scolded for it.

    Carissa showed Riley how to make coffee in her office, saying that from now on she'd be making the coffee for her new owner. Carissa finished the coffee, barely acknowledging Riley except to torment her. She'd have to get used to this treatment, eventually. After all -- Riley didn't know how long she'd be serving Carissa for. And every time she'd feel a question or protest come up, her mind immediately squashed it. Like she'd immediately completely forget what she was about to say. Carissa laughed at her more than once over it.

    Carissa finished her coffee and triumphantly stood up. "There we go. Now, I'm going to introduce you to the next part of your service. Come with me." Riley obediently followed Carissa -- not that she had much of a choice.

    Carissa led Riley into the bedroom, and Riley took a better look at it. The bed was nicely made and the walls were painted in a cute color. More interestingly though, was what was around the bed and bedroom. Lights, cameras, microphones, sex toys...

    Riley's face paled as she realized what was going on. She was going to be doing cam work.

    "I'm going to have a TV up for you," Carissa motioned to said TV, "and you're going to be seeing people requesting you to do things on video. They'll be paying good, good money for it -- money I'll be taking for your debt, obviously. You're going to fulfill all of their requests -- within reason, of course. Understood?"

    Riley wanted to protest. No. She felt the compulsion to... agree. This was what was best? No -- no! She wouldn't be degraded like this! She... left her job but not to be some kind of camgirl! Riley shook her head, as if to prepare to speak up, speak back against Carissa, against her owner, who knew best, but no, this wasn't what was best, this wasn't what she wanted. "This... isn't right..." Riley forced out. Saying that felt like she was lifting a boulder. "I... I'm not supposed to--"

    Snap!

    Riley blinked. Suddenly, she noticed the massive headache she had. She must have been stressing about something. But... what was she stressing out about? Everything was fine. She was doing camwork for Carissa now. That was normal -- that's what she wanted.

    "There you go," Carissa purred. Had she done something to Riley? No, obviously not. Carissa was too kind for that. "Now, I'm going to leave you in the room. You're already undressed, so get yourself facing the camera, and get to work."

    Carissa kissed the top of Riley's head, and then headed out. Riley sighed, and got on the bed. She waited for the first request to come in, and soon enough, it did.

    This was her life, now. That was just how it was. And she loved it.

    Right?

    Riley spent god knew how long fulfilling stranger's requests, shoving dildos and vibrators up every hole. She slapped herself, shoved toys deeper, degraded herself verbally, and told viewers how much she wanted to be fucked by them. By the end of the stream, she had over a thousand viewers. Who knew how much money she made? Maybe this was what she should have been doing, all along. After all, it was so much fun, and it must have made more money than Riley knew what to do with.

    Of course, it was all going to her debt. That was just a fact of life, too. Everything belonged to Carissa. Even her.

    Carissa walked back into the room without even knocking. She admired the way Riley's body was sprawled out, completely ruined with toys and cumlube. "Aww, look at you," Carissa cooed mockingly. "You look lovely. I assume you'll be back tomorrow?"

    Riley smiled lightly. She felt bliss. "Yes, Mistress."

    "Good. Though, I think you should expect to stay a bit longer today."

    "Huh?" Riley sat up, blinking and rubbing her eyes. What did that mean? "Why? Do I... have more things to do?"

    Carissa's smirk widened even wider. "Two wealthy ladies were quite impressed with your performance. They wanted to... borrow you for the afternoon."

    Riley's eyes widened. "You... you mean I'll..."

    "You'll be spending all afternoon doing what they want for them, yes," Carissa chuckled. "Trust me, dear. You'll make good money from this, I can assure you of that."

    Riley's head felt like it was spinning. She was about to protest again, like she wanted to earlier. But before she could, she heard another snap, and was set straight.

    "Oh, look," Carissa quickly checked her phone and smiled. "Looks like they're already here. Do your best... plaything."

    Riley sighed. "Yes, Mistress."

~~

    "You dress so, so plainly, Riley," Carissa chuckled during one inspection. She looked over to the pile of Riley's clothes on the floor. "I mean, today you wore a grey turtleneck and blue jeans. I can't imagine a more boring outfit."

    Riley gulped. She wanted to ask questions -- but didn't want to get scolded.

    "Tell me, plaything. Do you like dressing so colorlessly?"

    Riley shrugged. "I... I suppose it's fine to me, Mistress."

    "Fine, yes, sure. But don't you think you could spice it up a little? You know, with your recent camming and escort success, I think you could use a little wardrobe change. For us, and for you, as well." Carissa had blown up her camming career. In just under a few weeks, Riley's subscribers went from the hundreds to the thousands. She felt like a celebrity.

    Riley raised an eyebrow. "Um... what do you suggest, Mistress?"

    Carissa grinned wildly. "Glad you asked." The inspection was over -- Carissa stepped away, to one of her dressers. She opened it and revealed an array of colorful, exciting, revealing outfits. "I have some gifts for you today, plaything. How do you like them?"

"I..." Riley thought for a moment as she looked through the clothes. She pulled them out one by one, examining them. She pulled out a latex maid outfit with an extremely short skirt and a revealing top. "These look... fun. But, what are these, well, for?"

Carissa clicked her tongue in annoyance. "For camming, dear, but also for serving me. Don't you think it'd be better to serve your Mistress in a sexy maid outfit than the most boring outfit on Earth?"

"I… but..." Riley frowned and looked down. She liked her outfits, though. They were plain, sure, but they accentuated the best parts of her body, and more importantly, they were comfortable. She wasn't quite sure how comfortable wearing a skimpy maid's outfit or sexy puppy costume would get her anywhere. "I dunno, it doesn't seem like something I would wear, maybe I can--"

Snap!

Riley blinked. "Uh... I was saying, um..." She completely forgot what she was saying. It was something important, about the clothes Carissa was showing off... but what was it?

Carissa smiled innocently. "Oh, you were just saying how excited you were for your new wardrobe. Here, the drawer is open, you can look through it. That is, until you change into this maid's outfit."

Riley furrowed her eyebrows. That didn't sound quite right... but if Mistress was saying it, it must have been true. "Oh, yeah, that sounds right. Yeah, that's a cute outfit!" Her earlier confusion was completely forgotten, replaced with an enthusiasm for getting dressed in a much sexier outfit. She undressed in front of Carissa -- that was a rule established pretty early on -- and slipped on the maid's outfit. The skirt was impossibly short, her boobs were already slipping out of her dress, and her hips were quite visible. Riley spun around, looking over her new outfit with skepticism. "This is really cute, but it's not too practical is it?"

Slap! Riley immediately knew she deserved that for questioning Mistress. What was she thinking? She clearly wasn't.

"Practical? Please," Carissa scoffed. "With the kind of work you're doing, you don't need to worry about practicality. All you need to worry about is looking hot, making money, and doing what you're told. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," Riley immediately answered.

Carissa 'tsk'ed her tongue. Riley shrunk, knowing that sound meant disapproval. "You've been questioning me a lot today. I think you need some more training." Carissa clapped her hands, jolting Riley to attention. "Riley, go make my coffee and tidy up my office, would you?"

"Yes, Mistress." She looked down, and couldn't help one more question. "In... this outfit?"

"Unless you'd like to do it naked," Carissa smirked.

That didn't sound like a much better idea. Riley got to work, tidied the office, served Carissa however she wanted, served clients and coworkers who came into Carissa's office that day (while baring their gropes and degradations), and then got into the bedroom to do more camwork in her new maid outfit. The amount of people she called 'Master', 'Mistress', or 'Owner' that day was a few too many for her comfort.

But her comfort didn't matter, right? Only Mistress' orders mattered.

~~

A few more weeks passed. Riley was beginning to wonder just when her debt would be paid and when she'd be freed from this servitude. But whenever she'd start to ask Carissa, Carissa would do something with snapping and her train of thought disappeared into thin air. Riley couldn't stop her from snapping her fingers, and she sure as hell couldn't stop how much she was being conditioned.

Riley was beginning to think -- and feel -- like she didn't even want to return to her old life. She was beginning to live for service, for obedience, for other people's pleasure. Especially for Carissa's pleasure. Riley was beginning to serve Carissa herself, eating the debt collector under her desk, worshipping her body when she was stressed, and continuing to serve coffee and clean for her whenever she wanted.

"Now, I think we can move onto the next phase of your training," Carissa started one day. Riley was startled by a perfectly timed knock on Carissa's door. She opened it obediently. In walked in another, slightly older rich-looking woman in an expensive suit. She had a scowl on her face, an impatient one at that. "Riley, this is Ms. Taylor. You're going to learn how to give massages from her. Understood?"

"U-um, Mistress, I've never--"

Snap!

Given... what? "Y-yes, Mistress, right away. Um, if you could show me the way, Ms. Taylor..."

Ms. Taylor scoffed, her expression showing that she was sick of waiting even a few seconds. "Certainly. Right this way."

Ms. Taylor was a strict massage teacher. If Riley was massaging too hard or too soft, she'd be quick with withering criticism and sometimes a harsh slap. But soon enough, Riley knew the basics, and within a little under a week she was considered the masseur of the office. Her days were long, spent relieving debt collector's tensions and worries.

Her work slowly turned from only massages to other forms of service -- just like she was some kind of busy girl. The people she'd work for would make wild demands of her and punish her when she wouldn't work hard enough. All of this while wearing degrading, sexy outfits that barely covered any skin. Of course, most of her time was spent at Carissa's whim. After all, Carissa was her owner.

That part always made sense to her. And slowly, Riley was getting used to everything else as well.

~~

Riley came into work one day. She wasn't even sure how long she'd been serving Carissa for. It felt like just a few weeks, but she knew it was at least a few months. Carissa had conditioned her nicely -- Riley had turned her questions into obedience, and her hesitations into enthusiasm for the job. She'd always show up early, in her degrading outfits, ready to serve.

Only one day, she came into Carissa's office and found her owner looking quite... different. Carissa's hair was a mess, her outfit was askew, and she couldn't help but realize that her eyeshadow was a little uneven. What had happened to her?

"Um... Mistress..." Riley spoke up. Carissa only barely acknowledged her. "Forgive me for questioning you, but are you, um... alright?"

Carissa's eyes met Riley's. Suddenly, she... smiled. This smile seemed less cruel, less mean, less devious. It seemed weary, and empathetic. "Riley, answer me. Am I a good owner?"

"What?" Riley exclaimed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Of -- of course you are, Mistress! You're the best owner! You've helped me realize what I really want to do in life. You're always so put together, so on top of things. And, so..." she blushed. "So hot. Um, Mistress, where is this coming from? Of course you're the best Mistress anyone could ask for?"

Carissa chuckled quietly. "You have no idea how much that means to me, plaything. Trust me -- things haven't been going quite so easily for me today. Why don't you get under my desk and worship me? Hands only, so I can talk to you."

Riley responded with an obedient "yes, Mistress," and got under the desk to begin worshipping with soft touches and grabs. "Um, Mistress... I may not know what to say all the time, but if you want to, well... vent, to me, I'm here for you."

"Thank you, plaything. I knew I made the right choice with taking you for my pleasure. Now, why don’t you eat me out?” Carissa spread her legs wider and Riley saw she was not wearing panties. She was fully drenched, ready to be serviced. Just as Riley had done plenty of times before. She licked, sucked, fucked Carissa just like a submissive slut should.

~~

“I have good news, Riley!” Carissa suddenly announced triumphantly one day, as Riley walked through the door. Riley blinked, looking at her Owner with anticipation. What could Carissa possibly have for her? A new outfit? A new sex toy? A new duty? Riley nodded and listened obediently.

“Your debt is paid in full,” Carissa spoke with a small smile. “Which means you can be relieved of your duties, if you’d so like.”

“My… debt?” Riley blinked. Suddenly, things were slowly coming back to her. Why she was here in the first place. That was right – Carissa found her because she couldn’t pay her mortgage debt, and Riley ended up as her sex toy. Gosh, how long had it been? Weeks? Months? Years? Riley couldn’t even remember what in the world she was doing before then. All she knew was serving Carissa, serving her coworkers, and serving generous viewers on her stream. “Oh… it is?”

Riley wasn’t expecting to feel so disheartened. Then again, she wasn’t expecting to enjoy this as much as she did. She loved being a trance slut for Carissa, and she loved being a regular slut as well. Whatever her previous life was didn’t matter. She loved Carissa, and she loved serving Carissa.

“Yes, it is,” Carissa smiled. “So, what would you like to do? You can continue to serve me – with a few ‘changes’ to your duties – to pay your bills. Or you can go home and go back to whatever your old job was. What’s your decision?”

“I…” Riley fidgeted with her hands. She looked her Mistress in the eye. She couldn’t tell if she actually wanted this, or if the conditioning just had set in too deep. It didn’t matter. “I’d like to keep serving you, Mistress.”

Carissa’s grin turned back into a wicked smirk. “Good answer. I love having you here, plaything.”

Riley giggled a bit. “And I love serving you, Mistress.”

“Wonderful,” Carissa purred. “Then, would you get under my desk and service me again? That’s an order.”

“Absolutely, Mistress.”