Her Full Submission 3

Ms. James walks in like trouble in heels. Blonde hair, sharp questions, the scent of someone who smells blood in the water. She doesn’t know Cadence is already on her knees for Mistress Tina, or that every vanished name leads right back to this house. Tina watches from the shadows while the reporter circles the room, unaware she’s the next headline to disappear. The door clicks shut behind her. Chains slide from the wall. Ms. James spins, and there’s Mistress Tina—cool eyes, hard mouth, ready. The journalist’s defiance lasts exactly as long as the ball gag takes to wedge between her teeth. Leather straps bite into her wrists, pulled tight, lifted high. Cadence watches from the corner, collared, quiet, already lost. Tina works fast. Rope winds Ms. James’s arms behind her back, pulling shoulders tight, forcing her chest forward. Every twist adds another link, another lock. The chains rattle when Tina jerks her forward, buckling her at the waist, spreading her legs with a short steel spreader bar. Ms. James fights it, makes noise through the gag, but the sound only feeds the room’s silence. Sweat darkens the silk of her blouse. Tina pulls the fabric open, buttons popping, then slides the reporter’s skirt higher until black lace underwear shows. Cadence steps forward on command, fingers trembling, slipping the lace aside. She doesn’t look up. She knows better. Tina’s hand finds the back of Ms. James’s neck, pressing her down until her cheek hits the cold table. She fastens the final cuff around the reporter’s ankle, anchoring her open. The blonde struggles, hips shifting, trying to close what can’t be closed. Tina leans close, breath against her ear, and smiles. One more name off the list. One more secret kept.