folclor
Resident Cripple
Mistress's Room
@StartingOver
Why'nn nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I want you to control me. Fix me, Mistress." Her words were light, as if she was floating. Her mind was empty, her eyes glazed over. She didn't fight, simply laid, limp, on Mistress's bed. Strangely, she now did not break out of trance when told she was being controlled. This was a different girl, indeed.
@StartingOver
Why'nn nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I want you to control me. Fix me, Mistress." Her words were light, as if she was floating. Her mind was empty, her eyes glazed over. She didn't fight, simply laid, limp, on Mistress's bed. Strangely, she now did not break out of trance when told she was being controlled. This was a different girl, indeed.