A Mirage of Pleasure

Part 4

Narrator: (Eventually, the sunlight pouring in the window wakes Jazz up. Mirage isn't here yet.)

Jazz: (Jazz sits up, rubbing her eyes. The events of her dream feel so vivid, like they really happened. She looks around the room, feeling a mixture of relief and dread. It won't be long before Mirage comes in, and then the day's "lessons" will begin again.)

Mirage: (As if on cue, Mirage enters the cabin.) Good morning, my pet.

Jazz: (Jazz swallows hard, forcing herself to meet Mirage's gaze. Her heart is racing, but she tries to appear calm.) Good morning.

Mirage: I've got a new bag full of challenges for you this fine day.

Jazz: (Jazz nods, trying to seem interested. The mention of new challenges only serves to heighten her anxiety.) What kinds of things will I be doing today?

Mirage: All sorts. Here's the first. What's your favorite color?

Jazz: (Jazz hesitates for a moment, her heart pounding. She knows that this is a trick question, but she can't help but answer.) Blue.

Mirage: (Mirage digs around in her bag for a moment, pulling out a blue dog collar, with a tag hanging from it.) Put this on please. (The tag simply says "Jazz")

Jazz: (Jazz takes the collar from Mirage, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal as she fastens it around her neck. The cold metal against her skin is a strange sensation, but she can't deny the way it makes her heart race.)

Mirage: Now, my pet, I need you to take everything else off. Completely naked, except for your new collar.

Jazz: (Jazz swallows hard, her face flushing with embarrassment. She starts to remove her shirt, feeling exposed and vulnerable. As she removes each piece of clothing, she can't help but notice the way her body reacts to Mirage's presence.)

Jazz: (Jazz looks up at Mirage, her eyes wide with fear and curiosity. She finishes undressing, stepping out of her last piece of clothing. She stands before Mirage, completely naked except for the blue collar around her neck.)

Mirage: Now, I'm going to tell you the second challenge before we do the first, so you know what's going on. In a little bit, I'm going to take my little dog for a walk in the woods.

Jazz: (Jazz nods, her heart pounding. She feels a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of being taken out into the woods.)

Mirage: But, you're currently barefoot and naked. I don't plan to do anything about the naked part, but I can offer you some sandals to protect your feet.

Jazz: (Jazz feels a sudden rush of relief, grateful for the offer of protection. She looks down at her feet, noticing how exposed they are and how cold the floor feels against her skin.)

Mirage: To earn them, however, you must come over here and kneel at my feet and beg for them.

Jazz: (Jazz swallows hard, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She knows she has no choice but to obey. Slowly, she kneels down at Mirage's feet, lowering her head and looking up at her.)

Jazz: (Jazz takes a shaky breath, her voice barely audible.) Please, Mistress... may I have the sandals? I promise to be a good girl.

Mirage: You can do better than that.

Jazz: (Jazz hesitates for a moment, unsure what else to say. She takes another deep breath and tries again, this time with more emotion.) Mistress, please... I need the sandals. They're all I have to protect myself. I'll be good, I promise. Just... please, let me have them.