The Mistress leaned back in her luxurious leather chair and stretched her long shapely legs up onto the top of her desk. She had spent many nights fanaticizing about how she would kidnap this sexy woman to her home, if by the end of the year, she had not entered the manor of her own free will. Zenobia smiled widely thinking of a scene in a Dracula movie…”enter my home…enter of your own free will…” She would have Jasmine one way or another! She was passionately in love with her beautiful soul sister…This girl was just too perfect, as if she was waiting for her, affairs all in order, to become her slave from birth.

Zenobia imagined celebrating the one-year anniversary of the contract offer by dining at the nightclub where Jasmine performed. She saw herself sitting back from the low stage, watching for that fateful moment when their eyes would lock. She imagined Jasmine freezing, trying to force her dance, but shaking of fear, not rhythm…knowing, fearing, and yearning for her fate! She saw herself meeting Jasmine backstage, the girl almost in a faint. Gathering up her slave and then leading, dragging, or carrying her to the waiting limo. The club owner smiling and waving after Jasmine as he is counting the bribe money that Rhonda would have given him to allow them their “prank” on their “friend”. She would drag the dancer from the limo, cuffed, gagged, blindfolded and covered by a large cape into the waiting plane. They would fly to a small airstrip close to the manor where a limo would be waiting to bring them to the house. She would have the apartment packed up by her staff and Jasmine’s possessions moved to her slave’s room in the manor. Then it would just take a quick bit of paperwork to end Jasmine’s lease and her phone line, and to issue a change of address with the post office and bank, Jasmine would be hers completely!