Story by Kim Sanders based on an image by Sue-Chan the phone was ringing. she was quick to pick it up - she always managed to get it on the second ring, if not the first. this time she managed to be sucessfully quick-footed enough to get it mid-ring on the first try. "hello!" she sang cheerfully. she was in an especially good mood that evening. "it's been a long time since you've danced for me, gypsy girl," came the soft reply. the girl's head tilted backwards, mouth ajar as the trigger took effect. she wavered on her feet, but the speaker's voice kept her from tipping forward on her face into the plush carpetting. "how've you been?" "goooooooood," came the monotonious, yet strangely animated reply. despite the state of her concious mind, her personality still somehow managed to leak out. she was far more intriguing then the average hypnotee. "have you been a good girl, pet?" "alllwaaays, massster," she chirped immediately. his little songbird. "good, good. has he suspected anything?" he made sure to put empathesis on the 'he', and knew he didn't have to eleborate - she knew who he spoke of. how couldn't she? it was 'he' who posed the only threat to his plans. it was vital that she informed just how much that pesky nuisiance knew. he could ruin evvvverything... "heeee's... been kinda... nosey lately," came the half dreamy, half away immediate response. he would have taken joy in her answer if not for her confirming his deepest worries. "i think he might be... catching on..." her voice drifted off.

he swore softly to himself and then went silent, thinking. after a moment he said, haltingly; "all right. we'll deal with this... accordingly." another pause, this one far more complentative then the first. "listen to me carefully, pet..."

he instructed, and although she gave no noise of acknowledgement, he was certain she was listening with her full attention, uninterrupted. he also knew that no one had joined her in the room, otherwise he would have been able to hear her resume some normality. there were no hushed, concerned whispers in the background, no breaking of the concentration. when he had finished, he said, "do you understand?" he had to make sure, after all. "yesssss, master," came her reply.
"good, good," she sensed his smile and it made her manipulated mind *very* happy. she beamed in response, knowing he could see her. he was everywhere, after all. no escaping master's eyes and ears. and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. she was a good slave girl, after all.
"since you've been such a good little pet, i think you deserve a handsome reward." her smile grew at his words. "open the door to the balcony, and let me inside. i want you to dance for me." she didn't need to respond - words weren't needed here; for the words she lacked, she knew he possessed. the line went dead, and she went to obey her master's command...