It was only a few moments after Elliot had agreed to go back to Jordan's apartment so they could 'continue her training' and Elliot was already regretting her decision.
This was a character flaw which Elliot hated about herself. She could never make up her mind about anything. Even when she was forced to make a on the spot life and death decision she would question herself over and over about her decision for days, sometimes weeks after she had made a decision. Her head was a mess of self-doubt and nervousness it was a miracle she ever got anything done.
Elliot was faced with another tough decision, and just when she thought she had made it she found herself questioning it all over again, only this wasn't a question of life and death, it was a question of should she let Jordan have her way with her.
After three amazing sessions of sex in less than 24 hours with this intimidating older woman even Elliot couldn't deny her own lesbian desires or the fact that she liked to be dominated but the question remained should she really be having sex with Jordan?
The simple answer to that was no.
Jordan Sullivan terrified Elliot more than any body else she'd ever met in her life. Dr Cox, Dr Kelso, Jordan, her mother, her father and one of her old college professors had all tied for most scariest person she'd ever met for a long time but Jordan's ability to tap into previously unknown desires of submission and use them to control Elliot had elevated Jordan to the top of the blonde's list of terrifying people.
If Elliot let her Jordan would chew her up and spit her out and as they neared the exit of the hospital the blonde felt compelled to make one last attempt to get from out of the brunette's clutches.
Closing her eyes and cringing Elliot stopped in her tracks, not opening her eyes and silently praying Jordan would just keep on walking, leaving her alone in the hospital and then just forget about her.
"What are you doing stick?" Jordan asked impatiently.
So much for that brilliant plan Elliot thought to herself.
"I was just... I was just..." Elliot stuttered.
"Not having second thoughts are you twinkie?" Jordan asked, "Because you know you already agreed to come back with me to my apartment, and not to do so now, well that would be just rude."
"No... I mean yes... I mean..." Elliot stammered.
"Look stick, it's ok to be nervous, that's natural, but if you're constantly questioning me and being difficult, well then you're just going to end up making this harder on yourself." Jordan said, stepping closer to the blonde until they were almost face-to-face, "We both know what you want, just go with it."
"What, what, what are you going to do to me?" Elliot asked nervously.
Jordan paused and thought for a moment.
If she told Elliot what she intended to do to her it would probably terrified the blonde to her very core but Jordan wasn't really worried about that. This girl was practically collared and branded already and it was now inevitable that she was going to become Jordan's slave, not just because Jordan wanted it but because whether she was ready to admit it or not Elliot wanted it.
Really Jordan's only reason for hesitating was because she liked her little pets not knowing what was going to come next. She knew part of the fun for a slave was not knowing what it's owner was going to do to it, and Jordan didn't like to make too many plans, it was much more fun to just do whatever she felt like, but that didn't mean she couldn't paint Elliot a picture of what she might do to her. That could be fun.
"Well, I'll probably start out with a nice hard spanking." Jordan said, reaching out and grabbing a firm hold of Elliot's waist and pulling her towards her, her hand quickly sliding to Elliot's ass which is where it stayed as she whispered what she was going to do with the blonde in her ear, "That should help you realise who's in charge right from the start. Then I'll probably tie you up with a vibrator or something in your pussy for a couple of hours until I'm in the mood to use you. Depending on what mood I'm in I may decide to spank you some more, or maybe give you a whipping or paddling. After I've had my fun I'll untie you and you will worship my body with your mouth and tongue. When I grow tired of your mouth and tongue I will strap on one of my dildos and you will suck it before spreading your legs for me, at which point I will fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked before. Then I will bend you over and use my strap on to pop your little anal cherry. After I have broken in your ass hole I will collar you as my slave. Unless I decide to further use you that will probably be it for the night, but there will be more training later. When I am satisfied you are housebroken I will brand you as my property, to be used as I see fit until I tire of you, at which point I will either send you away or simply stop using you."
"Oh god." Elliot cried after a few moments of stunned silence.
"Hey, I'm just telling you what is going to happen tonight stick." Jordan said.
"It is." Elliot said weakly.
"It is." Jordan said confidently, "I've decided to make you my slave, and that's exactly what's going to happen."
"But, but, but, what if I'm not sure I want to be your slave?" Elliot asked.
Jordan's eyes suddenly grew extremely cold, scaring her little slave in training before a smile crossed her face which scared Elliot even more.
"Come with me." Jordan commanded before letting go of Elliot and turning back into the hospital.
Elliot opened her mouth to ask where they were going but her mouth was suddenly very dry and after the way Jordan looked at her the blonde was afraid to say anything. So she just obediently followed Jordan through the hospital, the dominating brunette seeming to be deep in thought as they passed room after room until they reached the janitor's closet.
"Mm, this will do." Jordan said before going inside.
Elliot hesitated before following her, but only for a moment.
There was only one janitor inside, the janitor Elliot had seen most around the place. She knew there were other janitors, she had seen them, but this was the one that was normally around, although she didn't know his name.
"Hey jumpsuit, want to get lucky?" Jordan asked.
The Janitor opened his mouth to say something but Jordan quickly cut him off.
"Well stay where you are and shut up." Jordan said, before turning to Elliot, "Get on your knees stick."
"What." Elliot said weakly.
"I said get on your knees." Jordan said firmly.
Elliot hesitated, bit her lip and looked into Jordan's eyes. For the briefest of moments Elliot and Jordan engaged in a battle of wills, that is if it could be called a battle, it was more like a slaughter. Jordan completely crushed Elliot's will with just a look, the blonde whimpering in defeat as she fell to her knees.
"Good, now crawl along the floor on your knees until you're kneeling before the floor mopper." Jordan ordered.
Elliot whimpered again, placed her hands down on the floor and began crawling towards The Janitor.
