“Now, you will take the stand and admit you’ve lied about everything.”
“Yes master.”
“You’ll say you made up the whole brainwashed slavegirl market story, just to get back at me for firing you.”
“Yes master.”
“And when they ask you about the cum on your face. You know what to say, right?”
“Oh, I have cum on my face. I didn’t even notice. I get so many facials all the time I can barely tell the difference anymore.” She said in a believably ditsy kind of way.
“Good girl. Do it well, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t end up selling you to one of those underground BDSM clubs where they really test the limits of your mindless obedience.” He chuckled.
“Thank you, master.”