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Episode I :The gathering
The Mistress did not summon them often without purpose. They entered the chamber in silence and knelt before the ornate silver chair that served as Her seat of authority. The room was dim, structured in black and silver.
She was already seated. Her black PVC mini-dress reflected the low light. Long black PVC gloves extended past Her elbows, immaculate and severe. Her over-the-knee boots, high-heeled and polished, rested firmly against the floor before them. One leg was crossed over the other with elegance.
Her blonde hair was styled in a precise updo, not a strand out of place. Her red lips were set in a composed, unreadable line.
She did not speak immediately. She allowed the silence to tighten around them. Finally:
“You have been discussing freedom.”
No one moved. Her voice was not raised. It did not need to be.
“You believe loyalty is a choice,” She continued. “It is not.”
A tremor passed subtly through the line of kneeling slaves.
Episode II : The question
One slave, newer than the others, shifted. The Mistress noticed.
“You will speak,” She commanded.
His voice was controlled, but barely.
“Is there… an end to service, Mistress?”
The air tightened like a pulled wire, humming with a newfound, jagged energy. She rose slowly from the chair. The sound of Her boots against the floor was steady. Each step was a statement. She stopped directly before him.
“You ask about leaving.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She lowered one gloved hand and lifted his chin without gentleness.
“Look at Me!”
He obeyed. Her gaze was cold, analytical, unsoftened by empathy. The red of Her lips contrasted starkly against Her pale composure.
“You were not invited here to leave,” She said.
Her words were quiet. And absolute.
Episode III : The open door
She stepped back and gestured toward the far end of the chamber.
“The door is unlocked.”
Every head lifted instinctively before lowering again.
“It has always been unlocked,” She continued.
A ripple of confusion moved through them.
“I do not hold you,” She said, returning to Her chair. “If you wish to walk out, you may.”
The slave who had spoken swallowed.
“You will not be pursued.”
Her gloved fingers rested lightly on the armrest. The black fabric of Her dress caught the light as She leaned forward slightly.
“But understand this.”
Her voice hardened.
“If you walk out, you will return.”
Silence filled the room.
“Because no one outside this room will measure you as I do.”
Her eyes moved across each of them.
“You kneel because I define the standard by which you exist.”
Episode IV : The choice that is not one
The Mistress stood again.
“You,” She said to the questioning slave. “Stand!”
He rose slowly.
“Walk to the door!”
He obeyed. Each step echoed in the chamber. The other slaves remained frozen, watching from lowered gazes. He reached the door. His hand hovered near the handle.
“Open it,” She instructed.
He did not move.
“Open it,” She repeated, sharper this time.
He grasped the handle. The door shifted slightly. Beyond it lay a dim corridor leading outward, unrestricted. He did not step through.
“Why do you hesitate?” She asked.
His voice broke slightly.
“Because outside… there is nothing.”
She regarded him steadily.
“Correct.”
The word carried triumph. He released the handle and returned to kneel before Her without being told. She did not acknowledge the choice.
“You remain,” She said calmly.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Her boot shifted slightly as She crossed Her legs once more.
“There is no escape,” She concluded. “Not because I prevent it. But because I reshape you.”
Her gaze settled over them like a seal.
“You will never be free from My standard.”
The slaves lowered their heads to the floor in unison. Not out of force. But understanding. The door remained unlocked. No one looked at it again.
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Diana
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