Written for a prompt on a lj community stating:Dollhouse, Dominatrix!Echo, She did more than just crack a whip.
The black leather creaked as Echo opened her eyes, she looked down at her body, clad in a soft leather pelted with studs. She looked up at her handler Boyd, forcing herself to ask the all too repetitive question expected of her 'Did I fall asleep?' As these words escaped her lips her mind flashed back, Echo struggling to merge with her newest edition of personality. She forced down the lusty feeling of wanting to see her aggressive ex-cop handler Boyd fall to his knees and call her mistress. SHE wanted to break him. Not Echo. Echo wanted to understand who she was and SHE needed to be subdued. This was alot harder than the last few personalities. This one wanted to be in control. It thrived on control. It enjoyed watching weaker minds crumble under its control.
Closing her eyes Echo could feel HER emotions and the entire engagement flashed back. He was a corporate man. He had people who he commanded every day. He hated it. He wanted to feel weak, feel like someone was in charge of him, have a hint of responsibility lifted off his shoulders just for a day, have someone else be in charge. That was her was who she had become. Stelvana, a Russian, strong willed, and loved to feel her power over others. To command. To be in control. When she came into his top floor office of his building in downtown LA. She had felt his will crippling to hers instantly. He was not going to fight her. He wanted her to take control. That was exactly what she did. She snapped her whip and commanded him to strip. The whip was not even needed. He was hers to command and she was going to enjoy it.
Echos eyes snapped open. She was not giving up her will to HER. She was in command. No matter what they said.