This is a continuation of parts one and two of "The Interview". I suggest you read those to give some background. This part describes an exercise that I used to use mostly with online subs. Curiously enough it works best when texting although it can be adapted, as in this case. It is a gentle and non-intrusive exercise that many subs have found problematic. And by the way, all characters are of legal age.
Hanna's first proper session and some blessed relief.
I had spent a long time carefully arranging my office. More time than I had spent mentally preparing for my first proper session with Hanna, my new ... ahh now what shall I call her? Pupil? Subject? Protegee? It was too early to label her as my submissive, that would have to wait. She had been sent to me by an old friend K and there had been something about the young woman that had intrigued me.
I had phoned K about her, a day or two after I first met her. She admitted quite freely that she had met her limits "with the slut" as she put it so delicately. She thought the slut would benefit from a change in style. By that I took it to mean that she hadn't responded particularly well to K's methods which mostly involved whippings and canings and other means of corporal discipline. She had at least endured it for over a year so, at least I had that as a backup. I hoped, but at the same time doubted, that it would not be necessary.
I finally sat back in my chair behind my desk and surveyed the scene. In front of the desk was a fan-fold screen that masked the door and the rest of the room from my direct gaze. As far as Hanna was concerned, she would be hidden from my view. High up in the shadowy dimness of the ceiling I had secreted two cameras that were directly connected to my laptop. I had two views beyond the screen both focussing on a chair, one from behind and one from in front. It was the same chair she had used at our initial meeting. In front of the chair was a large full-length mirror with an ornate antique frame set upon an equally elaborate stand.
I glanced at my watch. Five minutes to go. I wondered if she would be early again but guessed that she would be careful to be on time. I evaluated the camera set up and I could switch freely from one to the other. The one in front seemed to peer over the top of the mirror and looked directly onto the chair. I had arranged several spotlights pointing at the chair which was lit as the only bright spot in the room. I adjusted the contrast from the cameras to give the best picture. The camera to the rear was higher and showed the back of the chair and the whole of the mirror. In the distance I could see the lower half of the door. I settled back to wait and to wonder how she had interpreted my last instruction to her to come dressed like a slut. I was about to find out as I heard the timorous tapping on the door.
I opened my eyes and sat up, paying full attention, before calling, "Come!"
On the screen I watched the door open, and Hanna appeared, but only from the waist down. However, I was already pleased with her. She wore red patent leather heels, I guessed at about four inches, and a red skirt that was so short that it hid almost nothing. As she advanced nervously into the room, trying to make sense of it all, she revealed more of herself. her top was also red and was a low-cut affair with thin spaghetti straps. To be fair, she had tried her best. I wondered how she had managed to get across town wearing that but thought that maybe a coat was lying in a heap just outside the door. I determined, before our next session, to mount a camera out there as well. But it was time to calm her and dispel her confusion. Or, maybe, even add to it.
"Please sit in the chair, Hanna."
She looked around wildly trying to locate the source of my voice but despite her obvious anxiety she did as she was told.
"Sir ...?" she ventured.
"I am behind the screen. Today, it is not necessary for me to be seen, or for you to see me. You, however, can see yourself in the mirror. That is what you must focus on. That and the sound of my voice. I will be issuing instructions, but you will be doing most of the talking. Please speak clearly when you do so. Is that understood?"
"Err, yes, Sir."
"Have you come dressed appropriately as I requested?"
Of course, she had no way of knowing that I could see her and had already examined her attempt.
"I think so, Sir. I have tried to do as you said."
"Good girl. Today will be one of self-examination. How does that make you feel?"
"I'm a bit nervous, Sir."
"As would be expected. Shall we begin? Please, stand up. First position."
I watched the screen as she immediately stood up and put her hands behind her head. Looking at the front on view it was obvious that she had not worn a bra as her aroused nipples pushed out against the thin fabric of her top. I could only assume that she had obeyed instructions as to the rest of her underwear. I would find out the truth soon.
"This is a session about you seeing and describing yourself. Please speak clearly. Starting from the top tell me about your hair."
"My hair? Its blonde, Sir. I'm a natural blonde."
"And the style, the cut, the length?" letting a hint of impatience creep into my voice.
"Sorry, Sir. It's a little below my shoulders and in a natural style with a centre parting."
"That's much better. Let's move on to your face. And keep watching yourself in the mirror. This is most important. Tell me about your eyes."
"They are quite large, and the pupils are brown. They are slightly East Asian in shape. Part of my family originated in the Philippines. I have used mascara on my lashes but I'm not sure I've done it very well, it's not something I usually do but I thought it might be expected today, Sir."
"In keeping with my demand that you come as a slut? At least you tried. Now, move on, go further down. Slowly!"
"Yes, Sir. My nose is small. There is little else to say about it. My mouth is medium and today I have used a red lipstick."
"You have embraced the slutty theme then. Would you consider yourself to be pretty?
