"I will submit to you, Master." The words echoed loudly in Jackie's head. It's been just a little while since having spoken those words with conviction. The emotions she felt when she said them had to be from the overwhelming feelings of the events that had taken place in the last week.
Collin kidnapping her and usurping her in a dungeon scene when he was supposed to be the client and submissive, had been the first incident that shook her core beliefs.
Deciding to test his theory that she ripped off her submissives by not giving all of herself to them, she remembered inviting John over to serve her every whim.
Was his presence there a big fuck you to Collin?
It must have been because she ended up sending John away and having a fit.
That wasn't accurate.
More likely, her house had been haunted and somehow the window in her office had shattered and a hole appeared in the sheetrock.
She chortled. As if she'd admit to having a temper tantrum.
She remembered the aggravation she felt at calling up Mistress Julie to ask for a favor.
"Come submit to me and you'll have paid the price for my services." Julie's wicked tone sent a chill down Jackie's spine.
Resigning herself to play the part of submissive to Mistress Julie revealed that Collin would indeed be a part of the deception.
Jackie clenched her teeth at the though.
Sitting at the dining room table with a glass of wine, she swirled it around. It seemed comfortable in the glass.
It was late at night, nobody else was up. Jackie took a sip of the wine, letting the alcohol warm her. She hadn't been allowed clothes other than when they made the trip to see the remains of her house.
Waking one night after a grueling session with Collin had brought her downstairs to find out from one of Julie's male subs that her house had been torched.
And burned to the ground.
In that moment she recalled the rage that filled her. Yet Brach and Bowman had been so sympathetic to her needs so as to get her clothes and wait with her until Collin came back inside.
Seeing the ashes, smelling the smoldering smoke and finding out that someone hated her enough to burn her house down Looking at the charred remains of where her office used to be pissed her off. She'd just had the bathroom and master bedroom redone in a dark red color that offset her deep purple and dark wood furniture.
In all of this she still managed to be conned into submitting to Collin.
Running a hand through her hair, she sat up straight and stared out into the living room. The only light in that grand room had been the moonlight streaming through the door, giving the white tile an eerie blue tint.
It had to be the overwhelming sensations that made her offer herself as a submissive to Collin. It had to be.
There was no other reason she would hold up this charade.