"Hey, wait a second, Sonja," Derek said. "Let's do this 'master and slave' thing as a proper scene."
Sonja still had the leash dangling down her back and Derek picked up the loop, slipping it around his wrist. "Heel, slave."
Sonja giggled, sidling up next to him. "Yes, master."
Derek grinned, but if Sonya was okay with it anyway, he was going to make sure he enjoyed it too. He looked a Sonya and in a mock serious tone he gave her a command. "Slave, You're too tall. Shrink your platform shoes to 2 inches."
Sonya giggled again, "Anything for you, Master." She was about to make the necesary adjustments to the shoes when she felt herself shrinking again. She stared down in shock as the shoes shrank on their own. She hadn't even clicked her heels...
Derek hadn't realized this and he gave her another command. "Slave, until we leave this party, you will be very open about your lust for me. You will be horny and you will act in the most sensual manners you can. But you will not be too open." Derek said, lowering his voice. "We don't want to attract too much attention to ourselves." He said, grinning and thinking that she would just try to follow his commands as best she could.
He didn't realize as he walked into the next room, and Sonya followed him, that her breath had quickened slightly and her hips had begun to sway much more than normal.
Would Derek continue ordering Sonya around? Or will he realize that she is being forced to obey all of his commands to her by the leash?
You decide...