บท 4: Interview (1)
On the other hand, Milane sat nervously in front of her computer, carefully reading the instructions for the upcoming interview. The words on the screen outlined the unique dynamics of the dominatrix-submissive relationship.
[Dear Ms. Dominatrix,
Thank you for embarking on this memorable journey with us. As a dominatrix, you hold the utmost rights and have the freedom to choose your desired slave. The system will soon allocate a list of potential slaves to you, allowing you to test them and find the most suitable match. During the interview, it is encouraged to scrutinize the slaves, give them challenging tasks, and degrade them. Kinky acts are not only welcome but strongly encouraged. Rest assured that their potential as employers increases when they are treated poorly. The more you mistreat them, the higher the chance of them employing you. The interview will be limited to one hour. We thank you for your attention and sincerely wish you a splendid night with your chosen slave.
Lovibles]
A mischievous grin formed on Milane's lips. "The worse you treat them, the higher the potential of being employed by them? Well, then I guess there will be a long queue of submissives waiting to work under Lucas," she chuckled to herself, finding humor in the absurdity of the situation.
Looking down at her professional outfit, an impeccable long-sleeved blouse buttoned to the top, paired with a conservative black skirt—she realized it was far from suitable for the role she was about to embrace. With a sigh, she knew she would have to change her attire to something more befitting of the occasion.
Flipping through her wardrobe, she searched for something remotely indecent, but her collection of clothes was disappointingly conservative.
She glanced at her lingerie drawer, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Well, it's not like anyone will see," she reasoned, pulling out a seductive set of lingerie. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, she slipped into the lacy garments, transforming her appearance from the reserved office assistant to a mysterious and alluring persona.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, a surge of confidence washed over her. She was ready to embrace this new adventure.
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Soon after she dressed herself up, the app sent Milane a notification, indicating that a potential slave had signed up for an interview. She took a deep breath, excitement and nervous anticipation coursing through her veins, as she opened the slave's profile.
[Profile no. 1082
Gender: Male
Age: 25-30
Income: 100k++/mth
Potential Salary for Partner: 5k-10k per session
Available Time Slot for Session: Normally, after midnight]
Milane's eyes widened in astonishment. "5k to 10k? One session earns more than my entire monthly salary!" she exclaimed, her excitement growing.
"I have to impress him," she declared to herself with a mischievous grin. "The worse you treat them, the higher the potential? Well, I'll make sure to vent all my frustrations piled up at work on him! Haha!"
…
After a while, the app connected Milane to Profile no. 1082, blurring his face on the screen to maintain confidentiality. All she could see was the figure of a man in a well-tailored suit, towering over her screen, his long legs occupying almost half of it.
"He looks quite hot," Milane thought, her mind wandering for a brief moment. "I don't mind spending a night with him."
"So, this is the interview? What qualification do you have to be interviewing me?" his voice snapped her back to reality, reminding her of the task at hand.
"Why does he sound so awfully familiar? Even his tone... It's hard to find someone who sounds as arrogant as Lucas. This is a tight match," Milane thought to herself, her mind buzzing with curiosity and intrigue.
In an attempt to exert an undertone of power and control, Milane raised her voice, speaking with confidence and authority. "Well, my dear potential slave, qualifications aren't necessary in this line of work. But rest assured, I have plenty of experience dealing with demanding individuals. You'll soon realize that I'm more than capable of handling you."
For a moment, the slave's voice faltered, caught off guard by her bold response. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Listen up, I'm not your slave," he asserted.
A mischievous smile curled on Milane's lips as she toyed with him. "Yes, of course you're not my slave. You haven't passed my interview," she retorted with a hint of playful disdain.
"Well, judging from your attitude, I guess you will most likely fail the interview. You don't seem capable enough," she continued, savoring the role she had embraced.
Provoked by her words and fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins, profile no. 1082 replied, his voice tinged with determination, "I will never fail. I will prove to you that I'm more than capable of fulfilling every role."
Milane leaned forward, her gaze intent on the screen as she revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her seductive cleavage. With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she spoke in a voice that oozed sensuality. "Impress me," she whispered, her words laced with a promise of excitement and anticipation.
Profile no. 1082 felt a blush creep up his cheeks, his mouth suddenly dry. Swallowing hard, he gathered his wits and responded, "Very well," his voice a mix of anticipation and desire. "Let's start the interview officially now."
Milane, leaning back in her chair, exuded a sense of confidence and dominance. She smiled, knowing that she held the power in this interaction. As the interview progressed, her voice took on a commanding tone, laced with a hint of seduction. She was determined to push the boundaries, to explore the depths of their desires.
"Undress in front of the camera," she commanded, her words hanging in the air.
Profile no. 1082 hesitated for a moment, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The intensity of the situation began to sink in as he realized the level of vulnerability required to fulfill her request.
With trembling hands, he slowly started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned physique inch by inch. Milane's eyes remained fixed on the screen, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. The anticipation built with every button that was undone, every piece of clothing that was discarded.
As he stood there with only his underwear, feeling exposed and vulnerable, a new sense of liberation washed over him. It was a surrender to the power dynamics that they had willingly entered into, a shedding of inhibitions in the pursuit of pleasure and exploration.
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