In the Moment Before Seduction

I fidgeted awkwardly in my chair, smoothing my stockings and straightening my hem. This was all still new to me.

"So, tell me, how are you feeling, my pet?" You asked it in a carefully casual manner, but my self-consciousness was piqued.

"Terrified, Mistress," I admitted.

You cocked your head and shrugged, miming the obvious question, "Scared of what?"

"That's the thing, Mistress. I'm not sure whether I'm more scared that I'll run away or that I'll like it."

The rest of the evening was a blur, but I did learn one thing: there was nothing to be scared of.