During the week before she was taken to Universal Restraints Inn, Lindsay visited Heather's house for another routine sex session. It was a beautiful Wednesday afternoon; the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and Lindsay is wearing a lovely smile on her face. Lindsay knocked on Heather's door, ready to start another round of sex with her mistress.

When Heather answered the door, she merely sighed and leaned on her back. Heather's left foot swung back-and-forth as she stared at the living room TV. "Oh, hey Lindsay..."

"Hey Heather." Lindsay shook her breasts for her mistress, ignoring the fact that Heather was not even looking at her. "Looks like it's that time of the week again."

"Oh... That?" Heather sighed. "Not today, Lindsay?"

"Huh?" Lindsay blinked. "Did you just say 'no?'"

"Yep." Heather went to the couch. Heather sat on the couch, leaning against it's soft back. "I don't want to dominate you today."

"But why?" Lindsay whined.

"Lindsay... Let me tell you something." Heather got off the couch and approached her girlfriend. Heather gently placed her hands on Lindsay's shoulders, and soon, she began to sing...

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best,

for my slyness is renowned far and wide.

When it comes to action in the sex dungeons

I excel without ever even trying.

With the slightest little crack of my rawhide whip

I have made Courtney fall to her knees.

With a glare on my face and a strong order,

I have made the most obstinate obey me.

Yet year after year, it's the same routine,

and I grow so weary of the sound of screams,

and I, Heather, the Queen Bee,

have grown tired of the same old thing.

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these breasts,

an emptiness began to grow.

There's something out there, far from my home:

a longing that I've never known.

I'm a mistress of kink, and a bearer of cufflinks,

and I'll turn you into my sex slave.

To a goth in Canada, I'm Madame Sadista,

and I had eighteen girls enslaved.

And since you, Lindsay, are one of the many

who serve me with lovely obediance.

No sexy girl or man can dom like I can

With zero respect for intolerance.

But who here would ever understand

that the Bondage Queen with the devilish grin

would tire of her crown, if they only understood

she'd wear a collar if she only could.

Oh, there's an empty place in my heart

that calls out for an unseen art.

The dirty play come year after year

does nothing for these empty tears.

"Wow..." Lindsay's eyes remained wide open. "I never thought you felt that way."

"Yeah... Look, just don't tell anyone about my lament, okay?"

"Okay, Heather." Lindsay left Heather's house, ready to start Heather's house. Little did Lindsay, Heather, or any of their friends and foes know that soon, Heather will get her wish.