I bumped into him and apologized, my thoughts still on the Justice League and the most recent meeting. Batman was still angry with me, so I was glad that I was on a leave from active duty and could lay low. Focusing on my career instead of being a super heroine seemed like the best bet for now. So I was distracted, and didn’t see the man in a black suit, black tie. The whole all black ensemble meant he blended into the shadows backstage at my Las Vegas show.
He grinned slightly, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you have other things on your mind, right after a show like that. The audience was in the palm of your hand Miss Zatara.”
“Please, Miss Zatara was my father’s name, call me Zatanna,” I said, grabbing a towel from one of my assistants and drying off my hair which had been doused with water during the final trick.
Nodding he smiled, “Well that I will. You’re very talented, and I’m a big fan.”
I had kept moving heading towards my change room, a private place where I liked to unwind after my stage performances and let my adrenaline from being in front of thousands of people relax a little. My entire crew knew that after a show they should leave me alone, I’d talk to them the next day.
I stopped in front of the door, opened it and stepped in, blocking his entrance in. Gesturing to the room behind me I said, “Well this is my stop. Sorry again for bumping into you. Glad you enjoyed the show.”
“If you’re sorry you’ll want to do something more than apologize,” he said, suddenly grabbing my chin and directing my gaze into his eyes. I tensed, about to deliver a sharp kick to his groin when I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me. My leg wouldn’t move, wouldn’t kick his testicles, and rather than quickly cast a spell by speaking a word backwards to free myself I just opened my mouth and sighed. His eyes seemed to swirl with colors, spirals that felt as if they were pulling me into them. I stumbled forwards into his arms, falling against him.
Falling.
He guided me into my dressing room, closing the door behind us and then raised my gaze by taking my chin and directing me again to his eyes. Swirling colorful spirals filled my vision.
“Very good Zatanna just relax, it’s been a long day and you’re very sleep. Very sleepy. Look deeply into my eyes and relax, relax. You need to sleep. Your eyelids are so heavy, falling, dropping. Just let go, sleep and listen to my voice. Sleep, sleep. Sleep.”
My eyes closed and I listened as he spoke, his voice guiding me more deeply, taking me down deeply. It was only proper that I listened and obeyed, good girls obey. I must obey my master, sleep and obey.
Good girls obey.
When I woke naked on his bed my Master smiled at me, “Such a pretty slave I got myself. You’re going to be very useful my dear, very useful.”
I smiled, already feeling myself growing aroused just being near him. I was happy to please my master, to be his good girl. To sleep when told, and obey always.
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