From time to time I wondered if she did that on a basis, luring unaware strangers into her web, just to talk them to death, and then bury their bodies in a remote country house. You could see them with no masks at all, in their more or less elegant suit and dresses dictated by the dress code, they where ironically free to express themselves, just like Eleanor, and just like me. Take me Mistress!- I said out of frustration. Mistress.-
She kissed me, with passion, and her hand delicate but firm on my neck, a gentle gesture of domination. I woke up feeling dizzy but refreshed in a small elegant room, I was sitting next to Eleanor on a couch. You are such a good subject.-
I was completely overpowered by her, and despite the rushing endorphins I decided that something had to be done about it. Your waist, hands, chest, shoulders, let them relax.
