"You've always said you're my slut and my whore. Well now I'm going to make that fantasy come true."

You nod very slightly and slowly, you're plainly still very scared.

"You've always trusted me to look after you, Clare. Today's no different."

"But, Sir..." you begin in almost a whisper.

"No buts, Clare! I require you to submit to several men who will pay me this afternoon. They are complete strangers and you will do whatever they and I demand of you. I am pimping you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," you whisper.

I know how much being humiliated and shamed for my pleasure turns you on. You adore being put in a cage and fed from your dog bowl. You love being used as a footstool and coffee table. You just love being used, full stop! But it's always been by me, now it's going to be me using you through the agency of complete strangers. Actually that's not quite true, but I'm relying on your anxiety about whether the reality will live up to the fantasy to stop you thinking about that one.

It works. You look terrified but make no further protest and I stand and hug you till I get a faint smile, then I take you through to the twin bed room and give you your final orders.

First you remove the text-triggered bullet and replace it with the simple remote controlled one, then I have you sit on the edge of the bed with the clothes on it.

"When a client comes into next door," I tell you, "the first thing he will do is decide how he wants to see you. For bra and knickers I'll give you one pulse with the remote control, for the babydoll, two pulses and for the tart, three. Once you have presented yourself, we will decide on what he's going to do with you," and here I see your eyes slide across to the dressing table where the implements are laid out. "I will decide on a price and they will bring you in here and do what they want while I sit in that chair over there and make sure you don't let me down."

I see your eyes close and you breathe out in relief as you realise you won't be left alone, but then your eyes open wide and you look up suddenly as you understand the flipside of this.

"Oh I won't let you down, Sir. I promise!"

"Hmm," I say. "Just see that you don't!"