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Hope this is okay! Enjoy! Also, mature warning, 18+ only please....also, I hope this comes out okay... and no, it didn't come out okay....
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The woman in the chair tried not to freak as the lady that fucken looked like a dominatrix, was standing in front of her. Y/n's hands were bound behind her back, handcuffs digging into her wrists, as she tried not to freak so much. "Ma'am, please."
"Just tell me what I need to know, and you'll go free." Her voice was smooth and soft, but Y/n knew if she were to get pissed off, she would show a whole other side.
"What do you want to know."
"Why did you sell me out?"
"Hun, I don't know what company you worked for before. So how could I sell you out?" The woman clenched her fist hard, letting out a sigh.
"Yes you do. After you came in, and met my boss, I got fired. You sold me out to the company! Why?!"
"I don't know who you even are!"
"Bull shit! A year ago we met at a bar, and I went home woth you, then a year later, you showed up at my job, and then I got fired! You sold me out after I told you about that company! Why?!"
"Jesus fucken Christ, I don't remember you, and I didn't sell you out!" The woman let out a long sigh, before changing tactics.
"You know, I remember that night all so well. The cheesy pick-up line you used on me. Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs are alive. And even though it was stupid, I still laughed, I mean, you were so cute and nervous." The woman walked circled Y/n, and stopped until she was behind Y/n, making her stiffen a bit. The woman leaned forward, and ran her finger over the scared woman's cheek.
"Come on Emily... I know you remember..."
"My name isn't Emily... It's Y/n..." the woman chuckled and shook her head.
"Come on baby, just quit playing. Do I have to remind you what I can do with my tongue? Because, I really don't mind."
"I'm not playing, and I don't doubt that you know how to use your tongue, but darling, my name really is Y/n, I'm not Emily, and I never sold you out... please, check my drivers license." But the woman just laughed, walked around, and kneeled in front of Y/n.
"I guess we'll just have to get reacquainted then.." she smirked as she leaned forward, her hands sliding up Y/n's clothed thighs, and stopping when she reached the buttons. She quickly popped them over, and slide the zipper down, but Y/n wouldn't let her take them off.
"Oh, come on baby," she muttered as she leaned up, and close to her lips, but Y/n leaned away.
"Hun please, just let me go..." she pleaded, but the woman shook her head.
"Call me by my name, and then I'll let you go." She smirked, but Y/n sighed.
"I don't know your name."
"Oh come on baby..."
"I don't... I swear..." Y/n pleaded, but the woman smirked.
"I don't believe you..."
"I don't fucken know who you are!!" Y/n screamed but that was the wrong move, and when she felt the pain on her cheek from the smack she was given, Y/n knew what she did was wrong.
"See, I wasn't really gonna do anything, but now that you're being a bitch, maybe I should teach you a lesson. Tell me my name, and I'll let you go."
"I don't know...." her chin was gripped and tilted up, but she kept her eyes closed.
"Open your eyes." Y/n shook her head and kept her eyes closed. "Open your eyes, I won't tell you again." This time, Y/n just stayed still, only moving when the woman smacked her cheek again.
"You need to listen to your mistress. Open your eyes or I will smack you again." Not wanting to get smacked, Y/n opened her eyes, watching at the woman's smile, turned into a smirk.
"Good girl. Now, tell me my name."
"Nicole? Ashley? Amanda? Ricki? Nikki? Toni?" She guessed but the woman shook her head.
"No, I know you know my real name dear..." the woman chuckled, and leaned closer, almost kissing Y/n, but moved her head, and kissed her cheeks instead.
"Ma'am, please..." The woman smiled at Y/n finally using that name, but disappointed that she wasn't using her real name.
"You know, if you weren't tied up, I would totally kiss you... all you have to do. Is tell me the truth."
"I am telling you the truth, and honestly, you are hot, and I wouldn't mind the kiss. But I don't know you. I never sold you out, and we never had sex before, and my name isn't Emily."
"Would you mind if I tell you about my new job?"
"I guess..."
"Great! Well, after losing nearly my entire company, I had to find new work, and I decided to go into something I like, which is being in power. And I thought, 'hmm what job, besides being a CEO, will give me power?' And guess what I came up with..." she waited for Y/n to answer, but the woman shook her head, "a dominatrix."
Ha! She knew it!
"I-"
Y/n's phone started to ring, and from the music, she knows it's her mom, which freaks her out a bit. "Oh, it's mommy, why don't we answer it."
"Y/n dear? Is that you?" The woman's eyes narrow a bit, wondering why her mom would be calling her Y/n as well, then her eyes widen."
"Momma, I need to call you back, I'm kinda... tied up at the moment."
"Okay sweetheart, I love you." The phone beeps, and Y/n looks at the woman in front of her.
"My name is Y/n, and I have no clue who you are... please let me go."
"Ummm..." the woman grabs the keys for the cuffs, and quickly lets Y/n go. "I swear... I thought..."
"I can tell..."
"I'm sorry."
Y/n hums, looking at the woman in front of her. "Dominatrix huh?"
"Uh, yea?"
"What's your name?"
"Angelina Jolie."
"And your Domme's name?"
"Mistress Jolie."
"Hmm. You know, I won't lie, I was a bit turned on, and I don't know if that's some weird twisted fantasy of mine, but I would like that kiss."
Angelina didn't really know what to do, but wasn't gonna lie and say she didn't want to kiss her...
"Mistress?" Yea, this was fucked up, but what can she do...
Okay, hear me out, my period came today, and I had some written yesterday and this isn't what yoy want and I'm honestly so sorry. If you hate me I understand....
