Chapter 22

Jim’s last full day under Dawn’s care began with a sense of anticipation and a touch of trepidation. He had become accustomed to her unpredictable nature, but today was shaping up to be unlike anything he had experienced so far. The morning started with a firm massage, Sam’s skilled hands kneading the tension from his muscles, coaxing a sense of relaxation that seemed almost foreign to him. The stretching that followed was methodical, each movement designed to prepare his body for whatever Dawn had planned for the day.

After a lunch shake, Dawn returned with a device that looked like something out of a medical drama. It resembled an EKG machine, but Jim knew better. Dawn had a twinkle in her eye as she explained that it was a polygraph, a device designed to measure his physiological responses to her questions. Jim felt a flutter of excitement mixed with a sense of vulnerability. He knew that Dawn was about to delve deeper into his psyche than anyone had before.

“So, Jim,” Dawn began, her voice lively yet commanding, “this little machine is going to help us understand you better. It will tell me what your body says when I ask you about certain ... things.” She grinned, her blue hair catching the light as she hooked him up to the machine.

Jim surveyed the room, his heart pounding slightly faster. He felt the coolness of the wires against his skin, the soft hum of the machine filling the silence. Dawn started with the basics, asking him about everyday kinks and fetishes, gauging his reactions. She moved on to more obscure topics, some of which required explaining. Jim found himself fascinated by how deep Dawn’s knowledge of human desires went.

“Alright, Jim,” Dawn said, her tone becoming more serious, “let’s talk about age play and race play. What are your thoughts on those?”

Jim shook his head slightly, his response measured and calm. “I have no interest in them. They don’t appeal to me at all.”

Dawn nodded, making notes on a pad beside her. “Interesting. I had thought that perhaps race might have been part of your attraction to Doug.”

Jim shook his head again. “No, it’s purely the dominance. I admire his strength and control.”

Dawn’s eyes lit up as she moved on to discussing various types of service and humiliation. Jim’s responses were consistent—he was turned on by nearly every aspect of it. Each question seemed to peel back another layer of his submissive nature, revealing depths he hadn’t fully acknowledged even to himself.

“Now, Jim,” Dawn said, her voice taking on a note of curiosity, “let’s talk about piss play. What are your thoughts on that?”

Jim hesitated, his expression twisting slightly. “I have no interest in it.”

Dawn’s eyebrows raised. “Really? Doug finds it completely fulfilling. It’s an area where your desires significantly differ from his, but don’t worry, I have a plan.”

Jim felt a chill run down his spine. Dawn had set her sights on changing his mind, and he was afraid that resistance would be futile. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.