casualbrainwashing: Hello there Allison, why don’t you take me to my table now.I hope you&rsqu
casualbrainwashing: Hello there Allison, why don’t you take me to my table now.I hope you’re ready.Just remember, you wanted this. I told you I could destroy your life. And you asked me too.You begged me, while I was fucking your brains out last night. I’m sure you’ve had quite a few second thoughts now. I’m sure you’re terrified, and convinced you’ll be able to resist. That I’m just teasing.But you’ve already turned up for your shift, haven’t you? And I’m sure you’ve done everything else I told you to as well. I can see it in your nervous little eyes. Did you leave your purse, your overdue credit card and everything else you own in that tiny apartment you can barely afford? Your phone, your id, your car keys. Of course you did. You walked out that door with nothing but that pathetic little outfit, the keys to your door and the last of your cash for a taxi.You can’t help it. Now hand me the keys. There’s a good girl So in an hour or so when I’ve finished my meal, I am going to put the pair of scissors on my table. And you know what’s going to happen then. You are going to climb up onto the table, take the scissors and snip off all your tight, slutty clothing while you tell the world what a pathetic slut you are. Then you’re going to masturbate until you’re fired.You won’t have a choice Allison, but you better make it a good show for me.If I’m satisfied with your performance, I’ll finish my desert then walk over to the park just down the road. I’ll pick you up, and I’ll see about finding some room in one of my wardrobes for you to live in when I’m not fucking or humiliating you.But if I’m not, then I’ll find a drain somewhere to drop your keys down.And you’ll be left. Naked, hiding somewhere in a park. A two hour walk from your apartment with no clothes, no money, no phone and no way to get through your front door.Broke, stuck in a big city with no friends, no family, no money for food and a rental contract you can’t afford anymore. Freezing, and desperately hoping that I’m on my way. That I’ve just taken the time to enjoy my desert. Or that I’m having another glass of wine. So you better smile for me Allison, because you really want to be on my good side today.Now, I’ll have the caesar salad and a glass of the Tempranillo. -- source link