Karyn tried to wipe the mist off her face. It had a distinct sweet smell, like freshly peeled oranges.
"Karyn," Jon said, "I want you to only address me as 'Master'.
Karyn stared at him with a shocked expression. "Master, why did . . ." Karyn slapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she said. "Master, Master, Master." Karyn said over and over, trying form Jon's name, but failing.
Jon burst into a fit of laughter. "This is more fun than it should be. Let's see, what should I say next?"
Fear swept through Karyn. "Master, now let's not do anything rash."
"Oh, I've got one," Jon said, completely ignoring Karyn. "I want you to remove an article of clothing every time I snap my fingers. Oh, and you can't put clothes on unless I tell you you can."
"Master, what?!"
Jon simply smiled as he snapped his fingers. Karyn felt compelled to remove something; she could choose what she took off, but that only gave her the illusion she was in control. She kicked off one of her shoes. She did a quick inventory of what she was wearing: a jacket, a t-shirt, a bra, jeans, panties, two socks, and one shoe. She always dressed very simple, which she regretted at this moment.
"That wasn't very exciting. Let's skip past the boring stuff." He snapped three more times, so Karyn was left standing barefoot.
