She doesn’t even have to say a word, her mere look is enough to transform you, to turn your face into a mask of pure fear. Slowly, shaking, you go on your knees, captivated, not daring to turn your eyes anywhere else but straight into hers. She smiles, amused, crouches down, likewise not taking her eyes off your face. “Look at you” she says, one hand gently caressing your cheek, “just look at you, how easy it is to play with you. Yes, you sometimes try to be all bratty and ~ teasing ~ but come on. We both know your true nature. In the end, you’re too devote to even think the words ‘make me’, let alone speak them.” She smiles, warm, tender, continues to caress you. Relief comes in, body and brain begin to relax. You don’t even remember what made you do what you did. It felt right, just a small tease. Still, what were you thinking? But at least it’s not too bad, is it? IS IT? And then you start noticing it, that small nagging feeling, that little cold touch at your neck you mentally pushed away. Suddenly, that smile isn’t warm at all but rather powerful, threatening, controlling. “Good” she says, and the terror is back, stronger, not letting you dare commit the defiant act of mere thought lest it anger her. Calmly and playfully stroking you with her blade, the metal very noticeably pushing into your skin, she continues: “did you really think you’d get away this easily, just by kneeling and begging a little? Or that I would deny myself this wonderful sight? You’re so beautiful when you’re terrified and it’s just so fun to make you, I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.” She stands up, slowly moves behind you, spits at you and gives you a kick. “Now go bring my little punishment toys and endure them like the little toy you are, will you? Wouldn’t want to have to use that little device, wouldn’t we.”