You stare at Emma’s foot disgusted, as you contemplate what to do. You definitely don’t want to willingly kiss the feet that were just torturing you moments ago nor do you want to join her team of mutants but you don’t see a lot of options available to you. You’re tied up and your powers are sealed. It’s really either submit, be tortured or worse.

You decide your best bet is to do what she wants for now. Maybe you’ll have an opportunity to escape later. Another thought occurs to you as well. With the Emeralds in the Hellfire club’s possession, they might be unstoppable. Maybe it’s time to go with the flow and just join the winning team. In either case, your next course of action is clear. Sucking it in and biting the bullet, you give each of the White Queen’s feet a gentle kiss.

“Please let me join your Hellions.” You beg her.

She smiles. “Oh come now…you can show a little more enthusiasm than that.”

What a bit-

She interrupts your thoughts with a playful kick to the face. “Uh uh uh. Think nice thoughts about me.”

I really hate telepaths.

Another kick. “Nice thoughts.”

You sigh focusing on something good to think about her. You are pretty hot. It’s not a lie. The White Queen is a beautiful woman.

“Mmm…that’s better.”

You begin to kiss Emma’s feet as passionately as possibly begging her. It’s not an easy task for you because you still really hate feet but you force yourself pressing you lips against her feet repeatedly and asking her to allow you to join her team over and over again.

The White Queen smiles as you do this. Having already controlled you into worshipping her feet thoroughly before, getting you to do this voluntarily isn’t really about the physical stimulation your kisses provide for her anymore (though they do feel really good), it’s more about psychological effect it has on you. She wants to establish control over you, get you to see her as a superior. After mentally breaking you down you are a lot more susceptible to manipulation. By getting you to willingly kiss her feet (a naturally submissive act), Emma believes that it will help to establish in your mind that you are inferior to her (even if it’s only at the subconscious level). If she can encourage that type of thinking in you, you’ll follow her commands more easily. However, she also couldn’t deny that forcing you to do this gave her a certain amount of pleasure. She liked being in control and dominating someone was a huge turn on for her. As a result, she makes you keep it up for an extended period of time kissing every area of both her feet while you begged your heart out.

Finally she allows you to stop

“Ok that’s enough,” She tells you pulling her feet away from you.

You know this is worst job offer ever, you think aloud.

She smirks slightly as she reads your mind but tries to appear stern. “If you want to be a member of my school, you’d best get used to addressing me as Mistress”

You pause a second but you’ve learned by now that in your current situation it’s probably best not to antagonize your captor. Sighing defeatedly you nod. “Yes Mistress.”

She smiles. “Good,”

“So what happens now?” You ask.

She gets serious for a bit. “I wasn’t kidding, I really am all set to let you join but I do have my share of concerns involving you. How do I know that I can trust you?”

“You’re the mindreader…shouldn’t it be easy for you to tell what I am thinking?”

She frowns as she read your thoughts. “You haven’t made up your mind yet.”

You know that you can’t lie to her so you tell her something truthful. “I haven’t ruled it out as a possibility.”

Emma nods. “Mmm…I suppose that is a start but I am going to need to test your loyalty I’m afraid.”

You frown.“What do you have in mind?”

“Hmm,” She says considering carefully. “I have an idea.” Touching her hands to her forehead she sends out a psychic message to someone. You can’t hear what it says.

As you are wondering what is going on, the White Queen unties you. “I trust I’m not going to regret doing this,” She tells you.

You nod sitting up. You’re still feeling a little lightheaded from your torture session.

Emma smiles and motions over your shoulder to the table she placed her boot on when she took them “If you would be so kind as to hand me my boots.”
You reach over and give them to her. As she puts them back on, you touch the collar suppressing your powers but Emma shakes her head. “No…That stays on for now until you prove your trustworthiness to me.”

“Ok.” You agree reluctantly. "So what does this test involve?"