The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

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Tuesday June 03, 2014

She held up her shirt, unable to convince her hands to pull it back down. She nervously looked from side to side, hoping she wouldn’t see wouldn’t see anyone she knew.

The email had said to stand outside of her apartment like this for ten minutes and for some reason she followed it to the letter. When the time had passed she quickly pulled down her top and ran back in to her apartment.

Waiting for her was another email, she tried not to open it but her hands once more had a mind of their own and she read it.

“Get undressed, go to the front door, get on your knees and present yourself. The next person to come through your door will be your new owner.”

She stripped out of her top and shorts quickly making her way to the front door. She dropped to her knees and waiting, eagerly waiting to find out who would come through the door and take possession of her.

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