"Can you explain why you worshiped his feet for long past the two minutes or for two hours after the session?"
"No, I don't know." Jamie said weakly.
"I know why, and I think you do to, but that wasn't technically a lie."
"Now I want to tell you what happens next." Shannon continued, "I think you know now that you are mostly a submissive and have a foot fetish. Maybe it's just a fetish for being humiliated by someone superior? I'm not sure yet, but I will know for certain soon enough."
Shannon shifted her weight again, her smooth thighs rubbing against Jamie's neck, and continued:
"We are going to take over now. We are going to take control of you. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. We are going to enslave you. You are about to become our personal property, to do with as we please." Shannon said.
She stared hard into Jamie as she spoke, and Jamie felt like she was wilting inside. Not just physically wilting, it was as if her will to say "Hell No!" to being a slave was gone. Jamie wasn't even sure if it had been there beforehand or not. Jamie's will to resist had melted. Wilted. Evaporated. Faded into nothingness. Here she was, at Shannon's mercy, her competitive fire that took her to a D1 basketball program and a second team all-conference put out by this couple. Jamie felt like Shannon's thighs were not just around her physical neck, but those thighs were wrapped around her soul at the same time and they were crushing it.
'She is crushing my will to resist and my soul as a woman,' Jamie thought silently 'and I think I'm perfectly ok with it.'
She wasn't bothered, strangely, but felt at peace trapped in this powerful woman's thighs being told she was about to be enslaved by this mysterious couple. She felt comfortable with her wrists being held securely by her, her thumbs on her pulse for what Jamie could only guess was to help her read any lie. She was comfortable being completely at her mercy. Shannon could knock her out in about 10 seconds if she wanted to and Jamie was powerless to stop her. Once she was knocked out she would be helpless.
They could tie her up before she came to or try to resist.
They could handcuff her wrists and ankles in just a few seconds and there could be 10 pairs of handcuffs in the room and Jamie would have no idea. Then she would be truly helpless. Not even able to try to resist.
'I'm helpless right now,' Jamie thought inside, 'and even if I could get free, I'm not sure I have the desire to try.'
She looked away from Shannon's soul piercing gaze and up at Ray, still sitting behind her holding the mat she was leaning on while she held Jamie at her mercy. His expression was blank, but Jamie could see he was holding back a feeling. He was obviously trying hard to seem emotionless, but there was something in his eyes that gave away his true thoughts.
'Triumph.' Jamie thought inside. 'He feels triumphant. He was swelling with pride watching his wife stomp all over my will to fight.'
Something drew her gaze back to Shannon, who was still staring right through her.
"Tell me what you are feeling right now." Shannon demanded in a calm and firm tone.
"I.... um.... I don't know.... I umpfh" Jamie's words stopped abruptly as Shannon quickly began to squeeze her consciousness away.
"Liar." She said as she eased up yet continued to Jamie firmly in her grasp. "What is the punishment for lying Jamie?" she asked
"You knock me out?" Jamie said in a questioning tone.
"Very good. I will knock you out. Try again, and don't make me knock you out"
"I'm honestly not sure what I feel. I think Ray is holdin..."
"No." Shannon interrupted in a commanding yet calm tone. "I know what Ray feels and I don't even have to look at him to know. What do you feel? Don't stall, or I will punish you."
"I'm honestly not sure," Jamie began, and then her feelings came pouring out. "But I'm not panicking, not scared, not anxious or nervous like I was during most of the session with Ray. I don't feel anger or apprehension or worry either. That's weird. If a person would have told me three weeks ago I would be in a headscissor in a strange house while being told I'm about to be enslaved I would have told them they were crazy. If they then told me I would not feel anger or panic or any of those other feelings I would have been sure they were crazy."
"But I can't name the feeling I feel about it. I really can't. It's more of a lack of those emotions and a sense of calm or peace. I'm not sure if that's it or if I haven't processed the feeling yet, but I think the feeling I have right now is like a weight has been lifted, and I can't explain that. I have never felt this way before, and I don't know how to feel about it, or how I feel about that, of how I could ever..."
"Jamie." Shannon interrupted.
"Yes?" Jamie asked, unsure if there was a question there.
"Allow me please. May I tell you what you feel?"
"That I wanted to be conquered by someone?" Jamie said meekly
"Good girl!" Shannon said with pride. "And it just so happened the someone was my Ray. Now, I am finishing what he started. But it's not that easy. For us, enslavement isn't given, it is earned."
"Ray." she said flatly, seemingly changing conversations in an instant.
When she said his name Ray stood up, left the ring, and walked over to a bag on the floor. He opened it and took out a thin strip of something that was about 2 feet long. He brought in over, gave it to Shannon, and sat behind her again and braced the mat she had been leaning on while holding Jamie tightly. Shannon released Jamie's wrists and grabbed it.
It was a collar. Ray had grabbed a collar and Shannon now held both ends of it and stretched it out for Jamie to see. It was black, looked to be leather, and looked like something a dog would wear so an owner could attach tags with the dog's information and clip a leach to it for walks. Shannon smiled and huge smile.
"Now," Shannon said, "you want this collar, don't you? You want to submit to us. To me. To Ray. You want to be our slave, don't you?"
