Akira Meets the Lady Chapter 2
“You are doing so very well, Misaki,” the Lady Brigitte continued, taking her latest subject deeper than ever. “Now darling there is a task you will do for me.”
“It will be my pleasure, Lady Brigitte,” the hypnotized mother replied, her eyes never once leaving the green crystal she held in front of her own eyes.
“Of course it will,” the Lady responded. “Very soon, there will be a visitor. You will obey everything you are told to do for this visitor, do you understand?”
“I will obey,” the business owner replied.
“Very good, sweetie,” the Lady said. “Akira will be home later, and you will not stray from completing your task of obeying the guest I introduce you to, do you understand?”
“I will obey,” Misaki Okida stated flatly.
“Of course you will, sweetie,” the Lady replied. “Obedience will help you to not think, not worry about business or anything for that matter, it will help you be complete…”
“I want to be complete, Lady Brigitte,” the hypnotized woman responded as conditioned,
“Of course, Mimi,” the Lady said. “Obedience is what completes you. Now, repeat your mantra, and sink deeper until I provide further instructions.”
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
Lady Brigitte looked at her phone, noticing her guest had arrived at the home of Misaki and Akira Okida- the mother hypnotized and repeating her mantra in her bedroom, the daughter still not home yet but not a concern for the hypnotized mother.
“Welcome, Doctor,” the Lady said, giving the smaller brunette woman a hug as she entered the Okida home. “I think you will like what you see. You will be in charge of the session, and you will see the depth of what I am capable of providing to you… for a cost, of course.”
“Well that is promising, Lady Brigitte, let’s take your most recent for a test drive, shall we? I mean this is potentially a mutually beneficial arrangement,” replied Dr. Winifred Winchester, a reasonably well known psychiatrist with a flair for the dominant.
“Of course, right this way, Doctor,” the Lady said, sweeping her hands towards the stairs. “Mimi is currently helping herself become more complete.”
Lady Brigitte opened the door to the master bedroom suite, and smiled.
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
Dr. Winchester also smiled seeing the owner of a major corporation kneeling on the floor, holding up a green crystal, deeply hypnotized reciting her mantra.
“Now that looks just devine,” the Doctor said. “And you have been working with her for how long?”
“Five months,” the Lady replied.
“Impressive,” the doctor answered. “So far, I like what I see.”
“What’s not to like?” the Lady answered. “Mimi is very pretty, and very hypnotized. She took to it extremely well.”
“And she wants to be a slave?” the Doctor asked as she began unpacking the bag she brought.
“That, I cannot tell you,” the Lady said with a smile. “But I do know she wants to be complete…”
“I see, that is an interesting wrinkle to turning someone,” Winifred replied. “I will have to remember that.”
“Hypnosis can change the rules, Doctor,” the Lady said with a smirk. “You just have to be clever enough to observe what someone thinks the rules are…”
“Excellent,” the doctor said. “Let’s get started…”
“Very well, As you wish, Doctor.” the Lady said in response. “She is mine, and I do not share, just so you are aware.”
“I am aware, I will be hands off. As we discussed I may commission you to turn someone for me, my good lady,” the doctor answered with a wink. “If I like what happens here today, that is.”
The Lady walked to Misaki Okida, and removed the crystal from the woman’s hands as she remained kneeling. Dr. Winifred Winchester also smiled as the mother and business owner didn’t miss a beat as she continued her mantra in the same rhythmic cadence.
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
“Obedience completes me…”
Lady Brigitte then snapped her fingers in front of the hypnotized Misaki, who came to awareness slowly.
“Say hello to Dr. Winchester, Mimi,” the Lady said with a smile. “You will obey her in all things until I tell you otherwise.”
“I hear and obey,” the mother answered. “Hello Dr. Winchester,”
The Doctor looked at the Lady Brigitte and nodded, “this will be fun, and your cute little subby will get a new outfit in the deal.”
“Let’s start with this, I do hate a loud submissive,” the doctor said, pulling out a red rubber ball gag with black rubber straps. “Open wide, Mimi.”
The mother and business owner opened her mouth as the Doctor pushed in the red rubber ball before pulling the black straps to secure it in place.
“Perfect, now we don’t have to worry about you talking at all, but do moan as you like, Mimi,” the doctor said, looking through the things she brought with her. “And you are sure she has never experienced anything like this before, Lady?”
“Nothing, this is her first time,” Lady Brigitte replied as she sat in a chair on the side of the spacious room and watched the Doctor begin to put her submissive through her paces.
“Strip,” the doctor ordered, as she put on a pair of black gloves.
Misaki Okida, ball gag in place, obeyed, and began removing her work outfit. Heels, jacket of the business suit, white blouse, grey pants, then the bra, and finally the panties.
“I see some hair, there, my Lady,” the doctor said, pointing between the legs of the owner of O Motors International. “Would you be agreeable to allow some grooming there?”
“I think that’s a lovely idea, Doctor, please continue…” the Lady responded.
“Mimi, off to the shower with you, shave all the hair below your neck completely and come back here. Don’t bother to wait for hot water,” the Doctor said. “In fact, shower in cold water and enjoy, if you understand, nod your head.”
Misaki Okida nodded and headed off to the master bathroom in her spacious bedroom.
The Doctor moved all of Misaki’s clothes to the side, and laughed.
“I guessed as much,” the doctor said, “Thirty two A, I think I will have some fun with your little Mimi, Lady Brigitte.”
The tall blonde smiled and nodded, “by all means, I am curious what you have in mind, I have heard so much about you and your unique methods.”
Winifred laughed as she prepared for Misaki to return from her cold shower.
Eventually, the Japanese born woman returned, her body showing the signs of a cold shower- goosebumped skin, and fully erect nipples, as well as her newly shaved body.
“Hands at your sides,” the Doctor instructed. “Don’t move.”
Winifred removed the ball gag, and placed it on the bed next to her subject. She then took out a red rubber hood that zipped in the back, and placed it on Misaki’s head, then zipped it up. There was a hole for her mouth, two for the nostril, and two for the eyes, with a hole for the hair to form a pony tail on the top of the head, pulling the mother’s hair through and leaving a black ponytail flowing from the top of the hood.
Once zipped, the Doctor took out a matching red lipstick, cupped the chin of the CEO and applied a thick, heavy glossy coat that matched the rubber nearly perfectly.
Once in place, the dominant then replaced the ball gag into the mouth of Misaki.
“Good girl, Mimi,” the doctor said as she admired the woman’s nakedness. “Lay on the bed, hands at your sides, don’t move.”
Misaki moved to comply, eventually getting into place. Once on the bed, Winifred placed two patches over the eyes, rendering the mother sightless.
“These are experimental,” the Doctor said to Lady Brigitte as she produced a box. “I am a designer and tester with these, I think you and your subby will enjoy these.”
Opening the box, Dr. Winchester produced a pair of large, silicone looking breasts.
“Normally these are for the boys,” Winifred mused. “But 32A here qualifies as a test subject.”
Misaki lay totally still, as ordered, as Dr. Winchester produced a toothpaste-like tube and generously pushed the thick liquid from the tube onto the left breast of Misaki.
“These are not ordinary forms,” WInifred confided. “They have a multi pronged titanium pincer, the same material as nipple piercings.”
Once satisfied, Winifred matched the pincer with the supine lying woman’s nipple, then pressed down the remaining breast form, taking a white cloth and wiping away the excess adhesive.
Dr. Winchester then repeated the exact process on the right breast.
“This adhesive lasts up to two weeks,” Winifred said. “I will leave the removal solvent with you, Lady Brigitte.”
Lady Brigitte, in her tight black outfit, nodded.
“There are microchips in the pincers that stimulate the nerves of the actual breast and they are activated by this remote control.” Winifred added, pressing the control to the point that there was an audible click, leaving Misaki to jump just a bit as she lay on the bed. The Doctor left the control next to the adhesive remover solvent. “That was the pincers locking the form in place on her nipples. Once we finish the outfit, I’ll show you how to make it work for you.”
Dr. Winchester then continued on with her work on Misaki. She took hold of the blindfolded woman’s hands, and placed them each on one of the silicone breasts.
“Hold them in place,” she ordered, as she moved to the next item. “Stand.”
Misaki Okida, CEO of a multinational corporation, stood in her bedroom, naked save for a red rubber mask and ball gag, holding silicone breast forms, pinched and glued to her body as she stood waiting for further instruction.
Dr. WInchester pulled out a pair of red rubber pants, with two protrusions built into them, and a pair of red, 4 inch heeled boots attached at the foot end.
“This is a special lubricant, it is designed to increase the pleasure as it seeps into the skin,” the Doctor said, squirting a generous amount of the pink viscous non newtonian fluid onto the pair of phalluses’ attached to the rubber pants. “I find it very effective.”
“Sit back, you are in front of your bed,” Winifred said, instructing the woman to sit on the edge of the bed. “Lift your right leg.”
Winifred generously poured a powder into each pant leg, to allow for the rubber to be easier to slide up the leg. The seasoned dominant then put the boot on the right foot of Misaki, and then pushed the heeled foot back to the carpet once the shoe was firmly on the foot.
“Lift your left leg,” the doctor added, fashioning the left boot on the foot of Misaki, leaving the rest of the rubber bottoms rolled at her ankles.
“Stand,” Winifred ordered, smiling as the petite Asian gained height from the heels, her hands still firmly holding the breast forms in place. “Spread.”
Winifred tapped the inner things of her dress up doll, and then watched as the mom spread her feet apart. The doctor then worked the pants up the legs, and reached the point where the phalluses were reaching their destination.
“Relax,” Winifred instructed as she stood aside Misaki and used her left hand to guide the probe in the front, her right to guide the rear into their destinations.
Misaki winced a bit as the cold, lubricated pair of phalluses invaded her, slowly- her hands never releasing the breast forms she was instructed to hold in place.
Lady Brigitte smiled at the ease in which the doctor was gliding in the phallus as she pulled up the tight rubber pants. Winifred finally completed inserting the protrusions, and then pulled the top of the pants as high and tight as she could.
“Here is the remote for the pants vibrators,” the Doctor added. “Very self explanatory.”
Lady Brigitte nodded as she watched her guest leave the remote next to the one for the breast form pincers.
“Hands out in front, shoulder height,” the doctor instructed as she picked up the rubber top, again in brilliant, shiny red.
Misaki stood like a sleepwalker, half dressed in the phallus added rubber pants, as she waited, blind, for what was still to come, as Winifred powdered her arms for the rubber to glide easily.
Dr. Winchester then placed Misaki’s arms in the red rubber of the zip in the back top, walked to the back and tugged, the rubber then moved and gently moved the right breast into place in the top, then left breast into the proper position before returning to the back and pulling both sides evenly, then zipping the tight fitting rubber from bottom to top.
“And here you have her,” Winifred said, “In all her stunning glory.”
“Sleek, shiny, sexy, slick,” Lady Brigitte replied, alliteratively.
“Mimi, two steps forward,” the doctor said, as she stood beside the woman to guide her.
“Very good,” Winifred replied as she assisted in the movement. “Spin to your right.”
Winifred, very experienced, guided Misaki to turn, where she was facing a mirror.
“Here’s the best part,” the Doctor said. “We are going to begin a few new associations for the lovely Mimi.”
“Eyes closed,” the Doctor said as she left the side of the rubber clad Misaki Okida to get the remote controls. She used the remotes to get both phalluses and the breast sensors to start a slow rhythm and excitement.
The doctor slowly, patiently waited for the two- holed and two-breasted excitement to spread, and then took the hands of the red rubber wearing Misaki and placed them under the silicone forms, cupping them, holding them upward as they stood proudly well out in front of her.
“She is a DD in this suit, if you were wondering, Lady Brigitte,” Winifred said softly for only the Lady to hear. “I am going to take her up and down using the remotes. Building new connections.”
The Doctor alternated the remotes, the breasts on high, with the phalluses on low, then reversed their speeds. She Intermittently changed speeds, but one was going full force at all times. Winifred took her time taking Misaki up and down in her rubber encased pleasure suit. When the mother and CEO was ready, a time that the subject had little concept of as she rode wave after wave of stimulation from the suit, the Doctor moved on to the next step.
Winifred then removed the patches covering the eyes, as the wealthy and successful business woman stood in front of the full-length dressing mirror in her bedroom. She moaned through the gag as the tell tale signs of arousal were evident- in sound as well as smell.
“Open your eyes at three, Mimi and take in your perfect, shiny reflection,” Winifred ordered as the Lady Brigitte looked on with interest.
“One…”
“Two….”
“Three…”
As the doctor counted three, she hit both remotes for full capacity- sending both phalluses and both breast vibrators into overdrive at the exact second Misaki saw her own red reflection in the mirror. The mother and business owner gasped at her reflection, and moaned with pleasure. The experienced dominant timed things perfectly- Misaki Okida went over the edge as soon as she got to three, opening her eyes to the greatest orgasm of her life as she saw her own reflection
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Mimi shouted as she saw herself in the mirror.
WInifred WInchester added a comment for the CEO and submissive to hear.
“You love this, Mimi, it completes you…”
Akira Okida went about her day normally, well as normally as one could given the information that she now knew her mother had been spending the last five months submitting to a hypnosis domme, and had need experimenting with women and men- to the point of bringing them to her own spacious home.
For the college freshman, it meant a day trying to focus on her classes- all Advanced placement courses in biology and math. As hard as she tried, it wasn’t going well. But she soldiered through the classes, and decided to take a detour on her way home. It was a lot to process, and she basically kept to herself while on campus.
Dressed in an appropriate length black skirt and top with black sneakers with a light stylish black jacket, Akira pulled her cute little two-seater with a convertible top up the long driveway and into the second bay of the four car garage. She was greeted by her mother’s car in the first bay, which she greeted with a sigh. She exited the car, picked up her backpack and entered the nearly mansion sized home she shared with her mother.
As she walked through, she noticed every door in the house was closed, and made her way to her downstairs bedroom which overlooked the patio and pool in the backyard. She preferred being downstairs, in part because she nearly fell down the stairs sleepwalking at 9 years old.
From the kitchen, Lady Brigitte heard the telltale footsteps of high heeled boots heading down stairs. The Lady then went out of the kitchen to meet the guest walking down the staircase.
Akira emerged from her room to see who was coming down the stairs, and she saw the lovely Dr, WInchester, who paused at the bottom, the two making eye contact for a moment. Akira then turned to see Lady Brigitte also at the base of the staircase. The college student decided not to push the issue, but instead headed into her room where she closed the door- though she wondered who the stranger was and why she was here as she deposited her backpack on the hook and used the bathroom in her room.
Outside her room and down the hall, the two women completed their business.
“All fitted, Lady Brigitte,” the Doctor said. “All accessorized. I have her on simmer, for the moment. She is resting comfortably on her bed, remotes are set in the midrange.”
“Thank you, Doctor, your service came highly recommended,” the Lady said, “I see you have the cash you requested?”
“Yes, all $2500,” Winifred said, patting the duffel bag containing the money. “She was very willing to hand it over.”
“Those were my orders, Doctor,” Lady Brigitte said.
“That was the daughter? I like her, she is beautiful,” Winifred Winchester said with a purr, pointing at Akira’s bedroom down the hallway. “Let me guess, 34D?”
“Yes, that was Misaki’s beautiful daughter,” Lady Brigitte replied. “She is a freshman in college.”
“I would love to accessorize her.” Winifred added. “No, I would love to OWN her…”
“She is not for consideration,” Lady Brigitte said steadfastly. “And she is definitely NOT for sale. I think this concludes our business, Doctor…”
Lady Brigitte showed the doctor to the door, then went upstairs to check on Misaki.
Brigitte knocked on Akira’s door, and waited a moment before it was opened.
“Your mother said you would be here at this time, right on schedule, darling,” the statuesque blonde said with a smile.
“Who was that?” Akira asked as nonchalantly as she could.
“That was someone doing a very special fitting with your mother, darling,” Lady Brigitte answered.
“More brainwashing of Mom?” the spunky college freshman asked as she stepped aside to allow the Lady to enter the spacious bedroom.
“If that is what you call it, darling,” the Lady replied.
“Well what else is it then?” Akira asked, hands on hips, attitude evident. “Oh and be sure to make yourself at home.”
“Oh darling, I have your mother’s permission to be in any room in her home,” the Lady replied as she casually took a seat on Akira’s bed. “But to answer your question, I consider myself more of a ‘life coach’.”
“Yeah, coaching lives to be your mindless slaves..” the young woman answered snarkily as she moved her stylish jacket from the back of a chair and onto a hanger.
“Darling, I am here to have a reasonable discussion with a very intriguing young lady,” the dominant said. “That jacket and those big sweatshirts you wear do nothing to flatter your figure and your inherent beauty, darling.”
Akira, half Japanese and half she has no idea, smiled, “yeah, most Asians aren’t gifted like I am.”
“Well darling, you are who you are, physically as well as mentally, You should embrace your figure, not hide it,” the Lady said as she stood up, several inches taller than the young lady. “And I think you have the wrong idea about your mother and me.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me all about it, since I can’t get you out of my room,” Akira said, as she began removing her top as if the Lady were not there.
“Well, first of all I do not just accept anyone into my circle, darling,” the Lady said. “There has to be something of substance, some special thing that attracts me to want to work with someone.”
“Like money?” Akira said, as she opened a drawer and pulled out a large hoodie with butterflies on it and put it on over her white bra. “Mom’s kinda loaded…”
“No, darling, I have more than enough money,” the Lady replied. “And as for your mother, her biggest worry was that the company was failing, she came to me to help her with her business first.”
“What? She never told me that…” Akira said, pulling her shiny dark, shoulder length hair of black with brown mixed together from the inside of the hoodie.
“Of course she didn’t, admitting failure is not in her DNA,” The Lady responded. “So I told her I would help with her business- but the biggest problem was the fact that she was not feeling complete personally.”
“What does that even mean?” Akira asked, stuffing her hands in the front pocket of her hoodie.
“Let me answer that this way,” the Lady began, walking over and observing the art on the shelf in Akira’s bedroom. “When was the last time you saw your mom truly happy?”
“When I gave the valedictorian speech at high school graduation,” Akira replied.
“Perhaps for a few moments, darling,” the Lady said, “You are very bright, very perceptive, and very mature for your age. But that was not based on your mother’s life. It was a reflection from yours, darling. When was the last time your mother was truly happy about her life?”
“I don’t know…” Akira answered honestly, eyes cast to the boots of the Lady.
“When was the last time she dated anyone, darling?” the Lady asked, as she picked up a painting from the floor and held it in her hands.
“I don’t know… a long time I guess…” Akira answered.
“When was the last time your mother took a chance, took an adventure, tried something new?” the Lady asked pointedly.
“I don’t know…” the girl replied, still looking at the shiny, black, knee high leather boots with 4 inch heels.
“Exactly, darling,” the Lady said, “Your mother was stagnant, unsatisfied, unhappy in every aspect of her life except with you, darling. As a result the business suffered. Terribly.”
Akira took a deep breath as she understood what the tall beautiful blonde was saying as the women put the painting on the bed.
“Darling,” Lady Brigitte started, using the forefinger of her right hand to lift the chin of the young woman to look her in the eye. “Your mother is living life to do everything she can for everyone else. Her employees, who’s jobs she is trying to save. And you, to give you every advantage…and leave the business as a success for you, if you want it…”
Akira looked the beautiful blonde in the eyes and said nothing.
“I know you understand what I am saying, and know that this is exactly true, darling,” the blonde with ice blue eyes continued. “When I started with your mother, her focus was you, and the business. You are an amazing success. Your talent knows no bounds, if I may be quite honest. The business, and your mother, are incomplete. I am working on those things. I know you understand this completely.”
Akira nodded affirmatively.
“Now, I don’t want anything or expect anything from you, darling,” the Lady continued. “But I am going to continue working with your mother, who, by the way, I am very attracted to, as she is to me. But I do want to leave you with something to think about, darling.”
Akira took a deep breath and mustered a reply, still looking into the eyes of the dominant. “What is it?”
“Think about joining your mother, darling,” the Lady Brigitte said, “Quite the appropriate sweatshirt you have on, hiding your figure behind butterflies.”
Lady Brigitte released Akira from her eye line, and began moving back to the bed.
“You are currently a caterpillar, and very beautiful, built, and brilliant one at that. You should embrace your figure, your beauty, and not hide it, you should be comfortable in your body, and never hide,” the Lady began. “Just like you hide being the brightest person in most rooms you enter.”
The Lady bent down, back to Akira, and picked up the artwork- and Akira immediately noticed the shapely, leather clad backside of the older dominant was not being hidden, As the Lady turned, painting in hand, Akira noticed the tight leather only enhanced her breasts and figure entirely.
“I can help you transform from that confused caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, capable of flying high, " the Lady said, with a purpose that struck the teen.
Akira looked at the domme, and tried to decide if this was true or a story, but the Lady did not show anything to allow the college student to know for sure.
“Darling, this painting of yours shows a depth of talent I have only seen from professionals at the top of the art world,” the Lady said, holding up the painting of workers in a factory assembling parts. “Their emotions are so evident in your painting- all different- all extreme, it’s sublime how well done this painting is, darling.”
The Lady moved a picture of a dog to the floor, and replaced it with the one she picked up from the floor.
“This is talent. This deserves to be hung, even if only you choose who sees it, darling,” the Lady said, moving around the room.
“Sun Tzu, Nitzke, Hayak, Machiavelli, Dahl, Tolstoy, Bronte,” the Lady said, reading the list of books on the top shelf of the bookcase. “Impressive reading list, for a young lady.”
Akira just nodded as the monologue continued, mostly because the college student didn’t know what to say.
“Darling, I know you are intrigued by what your mother is doing with me,” the Lady replied. “It is always a mutual arrangement. Your mother is becoming more complete, more satisfied… leaving that total type A achiever mentality at the office…”
“By becoming your slave…” Akira said, mustering a stance.
“No, darling,” the Lady said. “By submitting…”
“What’s the difference?” Akira asked.
“There is a big difference, quite frankly,” the blonde continued. “Your mother willingly allows this process to continue, it is mutual…”
“She wants to be your slave?” Akira asked.
“Not necessarily, darling,” The Lady said. “She wants to be complete, which is different.”
“What do you mean?” the college girl asked.
“Your mother spent years focused on the business, the employees, and of course, you…” the Lady said. “Always charging hard, always working to achieve, no stopping, no relenting…”
Akira furled an eyebrow.
“And you understand exactly what I mean, darling, as you are as intelligent as you are beautiful,” the Lady said.
“She never took time for herself to relax… or have fun… or reach her own goals and interests…” Akira replied. “Everything else came first…”
“Exactly, darling, you are a smart one,” the Lady said with a smile. “We are all a dichotomy of things. Everyone else over ourselves, work over play, success over failure, everything over relationships….”
“I think I understand,” Akra said, her eyes again looking at the shiny boots of the dominant.
“Of course you do,” the Lady said. “For your mother, submission and obedience is the yan to her work and taking care of everyone else yin. That stress, that worry, that work- over all those years… all coming before her own needs, wants, and desires. It is a rare find, someone so giving.”
“I see…” Akira said softly, almost in guilt.
“Don’t feel guilty, darling,” the Lady said, reading the college girl’s body language. “People will do what they choose to do… and let’s be honest, nobody can be perfect forever… things will fall apart.”
“I know…” Akira said softly.
“I know that you do, darling,” the Lady said. “Your mother has reached the end of that rope.”
“Yes…” the college girl said, head down, eyes back to the shiny boots.
“And here I am with the lifeline,” the lady said, pulling out the green crystal on a chain.
“Helping her become complete…” Akira said softly.
“Exactly, darling,” Lady Brigitte said confidently.
“What do you want from me…” Akira said softly, as the Lady played with the crystal and chain.
“I honestly do not want or expect anything from you. My life is full and content as is, darling. But do think about joining your mother in becoming… complete,” the Lady said. “I have very big ideas to help you, darling- helping you be that beautifully brilliant butterfly emerging from the cocoon. You remind me of someone I used to know. You can do anything you want in this life, I believe you just need some assistance to help you achieve that. Get rid of those insecurities, the doubt, the fears, the indecision. And I know you are wondering about what your mother is experiencing.”
“Who is it that I remind you of, if I may ask?” Akira asked softly.
“Maybe I will tell you someday, but not today….” the Lady replied as she opened the bedroom door and exited, leaving the young Akira in thought. “Think about joining your mom in being hypnotized, darling…”
Lady Brigitte exited the young Akira’s bedroom, and looked down as her phone buzzed- a text from Doctor Winifred Winchester.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you… I’ll be in touch to follow up…about today and future sales…I have a way of getting what I want.,,,”
There was a brief pause before another message.
“One way or another….”