3 LEVELS OF SUBMISSION





DrkFetyshNyghts





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CHAPTER ONE





A Chance Encounter



Sometimes, things just happen and there is no explanation for it. There’s no reasoning - things just happen. Sometimes shit happens as well. It’s like you do things, agree to things that seemed a good idea at the time. Or things that might have been driven by sexual desire or even curiosity. Or maybe it’s not just sexual desires and curiosity at all, maybe it’s more than that. Maybe it’s something that was there all the time and just needed to be brought out into the open. Whatever, this is Millie’s story.



Now - Monday Morning



Millie sat on the edge of her bed and she was crying and sniffing into a little sheet of shiny black latex the size of a handkerchief. She was trying to work out what had happened between Friday evening and Monday morning even though she already knew the answer to that. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have gone along with it - with any of it? What the fuck was she thinking? She was thinking between big heaving sobs that it was all fucked up now - that everything was all fucked up. Her mouth went dry when she thought about the timeline of events. Why didn’t she see something wasn’t right? She was intelligent, she was supposed to be going to university after the summer break but this changed everything. She looked at herself in her dressing table mirror - her makeup was a mess. She hadn’t wanted to go to a fucking ‘goth night’ in the first place and she’d said that to her friends. But she’d gone along with it and just toned the goth look down a bit - she’d kind of styled it out in her own way.

She still wore black and still wore deep red lipstick but she didn’t go over the top. A short tight dress, black of course and made from clinging, stretchy lycra. It had shown more of her than she would have liked but she didn’t want to ‘snub’ the night completely. The dress did show a little too much leg, and too much cleavage. But she thought she’d counteracted that by wearing a sheer mesh ‘body’ under that. But all that did was emphasise the enormity sumptuousness of her breasts. She knew she’d been well blessed and she was grateful for it but she didn’t usually go out of her way to draw attention to her heaving cleavage. She’d gone heavier with the makeup than she normally would as well, but she could carry it off. Her bone structure was phenomenal. High cheekbones, defined sharp jawline and huge almond shaped eyes that made her able to carry the thickly mascaraed lashes and shadow as though she was born to.

Millie could turn it up a notch and she could do that with ease. But usually she chose not to do it because essentially she was shy. Usually she just wanted to turn it down and exist under the radar. Realistically though, she was a girl blessed with looks, stature, and elegance the way young girls simply weren’t these day, she had little chance of existing under that radar at all. And Goth was the theme of the night and so she’d gone with it in her own way. She was aware that she could have looked sluttish with all that black, all that makeup and with her long, long legs sheathed in transparent sheer pantyhose - it had to be pantyhose because the dress was too short for stockings. She could have gone true goth and gone for the ripped fishnet stockings look - but no, she had toned it down a treat but at the expanse of looking a bit like one of those high class hookers that don’t ply their trade on street corners. The patent high heel court shoes helped with that. Strapless so that the line of her long, perfect shapely legs was not spoiled and so that the arch of the feet was maximised. Yes Millie had done it her way and she looked stunning. So why was she so upset now? And why the agitation, and the constant scratching between her legs?



Rewind - Friday night



It was one of those night that she would have rather stayed in. Millie wasn’t a party girl as such. She could party, but she wasn’t in that frame of mind all the time, unlike some of her girlfriends. She’d just as soon stay in with a bottle of wine and a Netflix as opposed to hitting the town. The goth night had been planned for ages though, weeks in fact and she didn’t want to let the side down on that. She’d made her feelings clear though. “Fucking goth night? We’re not goths for fucks sakes.” And those f words had rolled from between uncoloured full and delicious lips as though they resided in her mouth more or less permanently. She was right, they weren’t goths and weren’t pretending to be. They’d decided it was a goth ‘themed’ night and that they would seek out one of those clubs that catered for that fraternity. They’d look the part, and they’d blend in for a few hours, then they’d go home sleep it off. “It’ll be fine Mill you can cross it off your bucket list then.” That had been Samantha - she’d said it with a smile. Her trademark wide beaming smile. “It not on my fucking bucket list!” And Millie had just looked at Samantha and done that thing were she was silently inviting more bullshit to come from her. None did, but Samantha did do that smile again.

So one of the group had done their homework. There was a Gothic basement bar come club towards the east end of the city - they’d hit a few pubs up west first and then cab it over to this ‘place’. It was all designed just for a laugh. It was never a serious attempt to infiltrate the gothic underbelly. Millie had always thought, ‘leave the vampires the fuck alone. If she doesn’t go anywhere near them then they won’t return the compliment’ - that’s what she thought. You’d never think that the group of six girls weren’t up for it though - there were some seriously moody costumes and makeup going on. They’d all looked at Millie as though she was an alien. “I said I’d ‘try’ and I have and to be fair I think I look pretty spectacular.” And the thing was that she did look spectacular but it was only the red lipstick that leaned to the gothic look if she was honest with herself. That was the thing about Millie, she had lips to die for. Full, luscious and thick. It was true, those lips were built for red lipstick. It was like she had been given the lips of a Hollywood starlet from bygone days. She did look spectacular, but with interest.

The best of the night for Millie was the mini crawl around some west end bars. She loved the west end, she always had. There was this buzz going on that kind of got under her skin. She wasn’t a huge party animal but she didn’t need to be in order to enjoy that buzz. The eight to ten twelve deep at the bars had just kind of ‘parted’ for this group of goth freaks led by Millie, the leggy, red lipped beauty in the tight dress and heels - and with legs that went on for days. She secretly liked that shit - that people looked at her, but she was at times painfully shy. Indeed shyness was in her DNA and possibly it was a night like this that she could come out of herself a little bit. She could be a bit like this was all a mask she was wearing. She didn’t normally dress and makeup so provocatively and so ‘this wasn’t really her’. If she thought about it like that then hell yes she could enjoy the night. All those eyes on her, all those eyes following her. Yeah hell she could like this because ‘this’ wasn’t her. It was like something weird that gave her this confidence and that confidence sure came out in the way she handled those stiletto heels, and that tiny dress. Yes, this was probably the best part of the night but the edge had been taken off it because of this new way of thinking for her. This wasn’t her, this wasn’t Millie. And there was even an extra swagger to her swaying hips that she didn’t normally notice, but she did on this night.

The goth club gave her the creeps if she was honest with herself. “I wonder if ‘they’ will know we’re not really like them?” That had been one of the group, Suzie speaking in the cab on the way over east. “Of course they will - they’re otherworldly we know that!” That was Samantha and she was keeping a very straight face that with black lipstick looked bizarre. “Y’all so funny you know that right? I’m going to choose the next theme night, ok? And I don’t wanna hear jack shit about it when I do.” Samantha and Suzie just looked at each other and giggled. They’d needed to take two cabs - that was standard for six of them. The other cab was pulling up outside the club ahead of them and the girls were climbing out. “We sure we’re in the right place? This place looks creepy.” Maybe that was in the theme of the night although it was a warehouse district, and down a little side street that was sparsely lit at best. “Yes darling, this is The Graveyard.” That was the cab driver who spoke deliberately in this low foreboding tone and turned around to look through the glass screen with a toothy grin. The girl’s just looked at each other and giggled again - even Millie giggled as she paid the driver and got out.

At one end of the little side street was the main drag back west, and at the other end was a small pub that in itself seemed out of place in that it was situated at another crossroads and on the edge of the larger industrial area. Millie saw the pub and earmarked it for later. She had the feeling that she would want to escape somewhere less graveyard like a little later - even if she went alone she could just sit and have a drink. That was how she had decided to handle the night, in short little bursts that would help her through this ‘ordeal’. “Uh it’s bad enough that this place is in a warehouse, but the BASEMENT of a warehouse.” And Millie made this ‘yuck’ expression on her face. “Will you get into the vibe Mill and stop freaking complaining. By time we’re done here you will fully fledged goth chic.” And by this time the whole group were together. That was Martine from the other cab. “I’m thinking it’s very doubtful I’ll ever be ‘fully fledged goth chic’. Come on then, lets go down see how the undead live.” And there was this howl of laughter from all of the girls.

The general consensus of Millie was right though - you had to be a goth to get it. And she didn’t get it but then neither did the rest of them. They just wanted to pretend like they got it and hope that none of the real deal saw past them. But that was just it - they would see past them. It was a bit like sniffing out an undercover reporter. They never actually fitted in - there was always, but always something dodgy about them that could and would be spotted in due course. And then someone asks that question, ‘are you a cop, or a reporter or something cause you’re asking a whole heap of questions?’ The club was on a basement of a huge expansive warehouse that looked like it had been deserted some time ago. But the basement was low and it was like it had only ever been intended as a service basement and not for general access. There were exposed pipes and cables running along walls that had been painted mat black which added to the industrial feel to the place. And the club was housed in several rooms that off-shot a main corridor. In a slightly larger room there was the bar and dance floor. Weird as fuck trance music was playing - it was like a chill out session from a main club. Even more weirdly garbed figures, male and female were either standing, stoned in the middle of this dance floor, or they were just about swaying in some kind of non-existent time to that trance.

“This place is too weird for me and I’m not even joking.” That was Millie. “Wait till midnight, then it gets REALLY fucked up.” And that was someone she didn’t know, a girl, or a woman who had heard her in passing and was simply hissing into her ear. “No kidding huh!” And the heavily made up ‘real’ goth left with a wink and a little blown kiss to Millie. That was even weirder. “Right where’s the bar, I need something potent.” Millie again leading the six of them to the bar. There was no hiding place - even the seriously made up girl behind the bar looked at them like they were out on a fancy dress night out. They didn’t fool her at all did they? “What can I get you? You wanna try our Corpse Reviver?” And she smiled - she smiled at all of the group but had an extended smile for Millie because she could sense that she was the reluctant one in this little get together. “Who or what is a Corpse Reviver?” Millie simply asked it straight. Like as soon as the question formed in her mind, it was pouring out of her deep red lips. “It’s our star cocktail for tonight. Cracked ice, two measures of brandy, one of apple brandy, and a measure of sweet Vermouth. It packs a punch, you won’t need many!”

The fact was that the girls were tipsy already and they just all looked at each other and after giggling again gave the bar girl the nod to mix up six Corpse Revivers. “Fucking corpse reviver!” Millie again in a state of disbelief that she had even gone along with this night out at all. The rest of them just looked at each other and then back at Millie and threw their head back laughing at how miserable their friend was about all this. But Millie wasn’t miserable at all - one had to think that she liked everyone to think she was the objector. That a little bit of her liked everyone fussing round her to make her have this great night and that she was having an alright night as it was, and didn’t need to be made to have one. She winked at Samantha

It was Sam who knew her the best - she had been her best friend right through school and then college. And they were destined to go to the same university together to do the same degree together. That was how close they were. Sam had always liked the way Millie could manipulate others. She didn’t do it maliciously and often she did it with a sideways grin that would tell anyone that she knew what she was doing but she was just having a bit of fun. But what Sam knew as well was that this was not Millie’s cup of tea. She would watch and wait and eventually her best friend forever would slink off, and then back again - and then out again. But she knew her, and she knew that this was what she would do and so she just let it slide. They’d pick up with her later and they’d travel back into town and find one of those all-night cafes were they would have a fry up. A hangover breakfast so to speak. Then they could get on with planning their next theme night in a few weeks.



True to form and true to expectations Millie snuck off from the group. The moment that trance had hit her she looked beyond spaced out and that was without any of the illegal substances the group had been offered, but declined, en-mass. At eleven o’clock what Millie wanted to do was go out into the fresh air. It was ‘heavy’ down in that basement club and the low ceilings and general vibe of the place didn’t help alleviate that. “Fuck!” Millie let out another of those F bombs from between her red lips. She had cigarette but no lighter. There was a flick just behind her ear and a lighted lighter appeared as if by magic. Millie didn’t smoke often - she was a social smoker. She liked it and she didn’t like it at the same time. But she gratefully accepted the light from this tricked out, spaced out goth guy who looked like whatever he was on, was too much. She slipped the cigarette between her creamy lips and let it dangle as the boy come man flicked the lighter on again. “Thank you.” But he had stumbled off so she dragged, inhaled and then exhaled long. This was what she needed, a bit of sanity in her fucked up life. She leaned against a lamppost - possibly not the best look given how she was dressed. To be mistaken for a hooker plying her trade would have been a giggle but deep down it wouldn’t have been a good thing. She laughed to herself - there was that about Millie, she was very self-aware. She wasn’t simply intelligent, and more mature than her years, there was also this very acute awareness of the world around her and how she looked in this world.

For a while Millie watched the comings and goings from the club. The bouncers were there now in numbers. Millie smiled to herself thinking that she couldn’t see a mass brawl erupt with a load of spaced out vampires. For all their look, and for all the intimidation that they projected because of the way they dressed and made-up, they were a pretty peaceful if isolated breed. Then Millie looked up the other way, towards the pub. She dragged and inhaled and exhaled again, her impressive chest rising and falling. “You don’t look like you belong in there.” The voice from nowhere had startled Millie a little bit, she was in a world of her own. She turned slightly and there was an attractive, sophisticated couple standing in front of her. They had walked up from the other end and were making their way up towards the pub. “Neither do you, if I may say so.” And she accompanied that with one of her lipstick smiles. And she quickly followed up, “So where does it look like I belong then?” And she tilted her head a bit, flicking her eyes to the man, and then the woman - this was her version of a tease.

But she was right, they didn’t fit into this part of town either. Both were expensively and stylishly dressed. He could have been a man in his fifties and her younger, maybe late thirties or early forties at the most. Both were tall, and she was impressively built, and confident as she let her eyes wander over Millie and that didn’t faze the girl in the slightest. “You belong wherever you feel you belong.” The woman had an accent - European, possible German. It wasn’t a thick accent just very noticeable. It was a sign that the woman had travelled a lot. “Indeed I do. My friends thought it was a good idea to go on a goth night, and I didn’t agree. So my outfit was, let’s just say, half hearted.” And she stood away from the wall as though inviting the couple to look her over more closely. What she had expected to happen was that the man would take a good look at her. She knew what she looked like and she knew that men looked at her in ‘that way’. But this man had just given her a cursory glance. It was the woman who poured her eyes over Millie the most. It was her who kind of looked her over slowly and deliberately letting her eyes take in all of her.

“It’s a look.” The woman declared as her eyes flicked up to meet Millie’s. “You don’t approve? Too much leg, too much cleavage, heels too high?” And Millie looked right at her back as she responded. “On the contrary I DO approve. So does my husband.” And she let her words hang right there. And for a little time there was nothing said - but there was that eye contact and there was the strangest ‘feeling’ running through the core of Millie. It was like some kind of excitement had been ignited.





CHAPTER TWO





It wasn’t a feeling that Millie was familiar with. That is she didn’t believe she had experienced anything like it before. “I guess then I’m a winner, if two of the ‘beautiful people’ of the city approve, then….” And she let her words tail off there. She didn’t know why she said that. It came from nowhere and made her cringe a little inside. She fully expected the couple to laugh at her but there were straight faces - just straight faces. “Look, we are heading up to the pub up the road there, and you look like you could get arrested looking like that, you know, solicitation or something as equally as humiliating? Why don’t you join us, you don’t look like you’re in a rush to get back in that awful place.” That was the guy and he looked right at Millie. “Oh, I don’t know, I couldn’t do that. I’d feel like I was intruding on your night and that wouldn’t be a good feeling.” Millie actually wanted to go with this couple, she was just making sure she said all the right things.

“You wouldn’t be intruding precious, I promise you.” And now the woman was smiling. She had one of those engaging smiles that went with a breathtakingly attractive face, and that made Millie feel even better about things. “In fact I insist you join us. Who wouldn’t want to be seen with a pretty, leggy thing like you, hmm?” The woman again and this time what she said was a little bit odd - a little bit strange and even more so in that German ting accent. The ‘precious’ label was odd in itself. But then the overtly sexual reference to her prettiness and her legginess. It made Millie smile - and she had a delicious smile. But she had been told that on many occasions. She couldn’t decide if she was really teasing this couple, or if they had jumped on it sooner and were teasing her. But in any event, for her it was a good thing. It made her feel good and it made her ‘want’ to go with them. There was no danger - there was no sense of danger to any degree, quite the opposite. She felt good about it.

Usually when she was on a tense night out that she wanted to get out of, she spent the time on her own. Oh sometimes she got to talking to people but that was rare and it was a short lived thing. But now this couple were inviting her, insisting even, in that friendly way, and she could spend some quality time with them, and they seemed nice. They were out of her age range by some years but that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter in the slightest. In fact for some strange reason it made her relax just that little bit more. Maybe it was the no-peer pressure thing. Maybe she could just be herself with this older couple - more so than she could with people her own age, in that there was no competition, kind of thing.

“In that case, I’d be pleased to join you.” And again that pretty smile from Millie as she discarded the cigarette and went closer to join the couple. “Excellent. You can tell us all about you, and what you want out of life.” Millie liked this couple - the man sounded genuine, softly spoken. The woman had an edge to her but she liked that. And even if she only admitted it to herself, she did feel ‘excited’ about this chance encounter. And there was this weirdness that just had to be smiled about as Millie found herself between these two people who were taller than her. She was no shorty herself, but these two were positively Amazonian compared to her. She liked that though. It kind of gave her this added feeling of security. She wasn’t particularly aware that she needed it, but it did give her this warm fuzzy feeling anyway. And she even smiled to herself as her arms were linked from either side by these two people as they moved closer to her as they headed for the pub at the end of that little side street. And again and still, she didn’t feel unnerved by these people. There was nothing that suggested, or could suggest that she was in, or could be in any danger. Or that this whole thing was taking a bizarre turn. If anything she was just ‘excited’.

“Don’t you have to tell your friends you’ve wandered off? I mean you cannot have been in that place alone, surely - tell me that isn’t so?” And the woman, well-spoken even if there was that slight German accent, had this sound of horror to her voice that Millie could have been all alone. It just made Millie relax even more. “I’d never come to this place ever on my own. I’d never come at all - but my friends are used to me just wandering off and then catching up to them later. So it’s good, if I have to message them later then I will.” And Millie was more relaxed than she had ever been in her life with this couple as they moved in close to her. She couldn’t help notice the brush of their hips from both sides of her. In fact she did think that this was the type of closeness that could have been mistaken for something else easily. But she discounted that because they were a couple and they were so friendly.

They were professionals, that much was clear - and as such they would have never been inappropriate with her, surely? And yet maybe she should have asked herself the same question - surely she would never be inappropriate with them? But she didn’t ask that question. Instead she was just finding herself ‘excited’ by this encounter. It was something that never happened to her. She kept herself to herself largely and an older, striking couple showing an interest in her like this was exciting her in ways she didn’t really understand. That was it, she didn’t understand it and whilst that could have been a little disconcerting, it wasn’t to a point that it was bothering her.

A few minutes later they were safely installed in the pub. Millie was sitting with the woman as the man went to the bar. “This is the weirdest place, stuck here in the middle of all these warehouses don’t you think?” Millie was relaxed with this woman - as in there was nothing she felt awkward about and felt that she could talk about anything. “What are you doing in this area anyway? You know what I have been doing, going to that club down the street. But what about you guys?” Millie crossed her legs under the table and there was that sound of nylon rasping nylon and the woman cocked her head. “Hear that? Nylon on nylon. Isn’t that a beautiful sound?” And Millie was in tune with her straight away and she smiled. “Yeah I like it. I like the ‘feel’ when that happens as well. It’s like a reverberation up and down the legs. I love it.” And again, Millie could have questioned that - again an overtly sexual conversation piece. But she didn’t - she didn’t care that it was sexual. She didn’t care that she was being mildly sexualised. It was like a tease that was ‘alright’. Like a tease that was ok. And on top of that it was exciting the fuck out of her. She’d never had anything close let alone sexual with another female and so this was weird on so many levels but once again it was exciting her.

“In answer to your question, we have business in the area and with it being a Friday, meetings go on and on and on. And here we are. But you know, I’m kinda glad that it did go on because if it hadn’t then we wouldn’t have stumbled on you now would we?” And the woman leant in to Millie so that the girl could feel her warmth. Even that was ok! “I like that you know, that you ‘feel’ the nylon on nylon? Not everyone gets it but you do and that just makes coming across you that more interesting. Tell me about you, I’m Delicia by the way. That’s not my real name of course. But let’s keep it mysterious.” And even before she had said it wasn’t her real name Millie was asking herself in her mind, telling herself that this woman could not possibly have been called that - fucking Delicia? “Tell me what your non-real name is?” And Millie turned to face her and there was like this mysterious smile but it was a gorgeous smile. This was ok for Millie. It was harmless fun - a mysterious chance encounter and a game in the offing. “Hmmm I’m not sure what non-real name I could give myself. Why don’t you give me one. It looks to me like you make up the BEST names.” And there was this extended moment when their eyes met and it was almost to Millie that she could have fallen into those eyes. It was a moment that took her aback a bit and made her slightly breathless.

“Why don’t we call you, let’s see, not a name as such, but a ‘thing’ like ‘Temptress’. There that’s what I think you should be called, how do you feel about that?” And again there was something overtly sexual about it. And this time it was more so. This time yes, there was reference to the way Millie looked and the way she was coming across. She had never thought ‘temptress’ before but now that Delicia had said it, there was something about it. Millie smiled to herself - this was some sort of game she was sure now. It was some kind of game played by this older couple. The man had yet to join them, he was still at the bar. But one had the feeling that maybe he was still there because he was giving them time - that maybe he was giving the woman time to break the ice with her. “I think that sounds pretty cool. I am ‘Temptress’. I love that.” And there was this spasm of excitement that went through her that defied any kind of description in her mind. “And him, what’s he called?” Millie indicated to the man at the bar.

“Oh, he’s ‘Master’. Just that, nothing else. He won’t respond to anything else.” The woman had moved in closer to Millie now and they were not just touching but pressing in to each other. And now Millie knew that this was some kind of a game. An older couple called Delicia and Master! That was kinky and Millie had never come across ‘kinky’ before but she was excited and maybe for the first time there were pangs of sexuality about her excitement. It was like this night wasn’t such a bad night after all. From the horror, the abject horror of having to go to that fucking goth club to this! There was the warmth inside that pub. And the warmth coming from this woman and man. And then there was the warmth inside her. Millie could feel that warmth and it was a gorgeous feeling. But she was also aware that she was wet between the legs. And the wetter she got the more she crossed and recrossed her legs just so that she could get a bit of that friction going. But she needed to keep that to herself. She was slightly embarrassed by it, but as long as she kept it to herself she’d be ok. It was just her secret.

“You’re wet aren’t you?” That was Delicia and she was looking right at Millie, or Temptress. Millie swallowed hard and looked back. She tried to work out why she wasn’t saying anything back. She tried to work out why there was no response from her at all. “It’s ok, Temptress. I understand, we can talk about that later. Let’s just enjoy this serenity for now.” And Millie wouldn’t have noticed but this woman did an almost imperceptible nod of her head in the direction of the bar, in the direction of Master. It was ok for him to join them now, the ice had been well and truly broken. “I hope the two of you have been getting along famously, Temptress. Delicia here knows how to put a girl at ease.” How the fuck did he know that Millie had been called Temptress? It was understandable that he knew about ‘Delicia’, since they could have played this game before - but how did he know about Temptress? Now there was no doubt that this WAS a game. It had to be a game. This couple had to be seizing on an opportunity that they had maybe talked about many many times. Millie tensed up but then she relaxed again. It was ok - she was safe with this couple. She was sure she was safe with them. The sexuality had been more that intimated at now and there was another question. How the fuck did Delicia know she was wet? That had to be foresight. That had to be a knowledge that a mature woman had about another younger woman. But she was relatively sure that this woman would keep that little snippet to herself. All girls together and all that.

“Temptress has been a positive delight it has to be said. Funny how things work out isn’t it Master? An hour ago we were cursing that we in this part of town at this time of night - of all the places to be. But now look at us with this delightful creature at our disposal.” And Delicia was camping it up a bit now. There were these exaggerated movements of the hands, all grand gestures, and stiff upper lip, even with that slight German accent. Millie smiled to herself. Ok, this was an odd couple but they sure as hell weren’t any odder that the odd-balls down in The Graveyard club. Besides she was being entertained. She liked Master and Delicia. Ok, it had got a bit more odd because she was ‘wet’ and Delicia knew she was wet. But that was a woman thing right? That was something between them - like their little secret. Not! “You know Master, Temptress here is ‘wet’.” It was like an announcement that made Millie instantly feel like she wanted the floor to swallow her up. She sure as hell wanted to crawl into a dark deep place and be left to die.

“Oh, I see. Is that true Temptress?” And now Master’s tone and his voice had changed. Even his demeanour had changed. Just little things, little inflections and nuances that added to his posture, his stance - he seemed somehow bigger, taller, even as he sat. And that little bit of sharpness to his voice as though there was an edge to it. The thing was that whereas Delicia had to turn her head to look at Millie, Master didn’t. He was sitting opposite so could drill his eyes into her and that was something that she couldn’t avoid. “Tell him darling, don’t be shy. Master knows about these things to you know.” This was dealing with the sexuality direct and Millie was out of her depth. If not out of her depth then she was certainly out of her comfort zone. And yet at the same time she was still excited. Maybe at this point she was wishing that she would just dry the fuck up and not be excited. But that wasn’t happening. She had the slither of something like anticipation running through her but she didn’t know, what next? She had to deal with this confrontation - if the night was going to carry on, if she was going to carry on being excited then she had to get over this next bit of a hurdle.

“Yes. Yes I am. and I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me.” And in fairness, Temptress did sound sorry. She did sound contrite and she sure as hell didn’t know what had come over her. “Yes you are ‘what’ Temptress? Yes you are what?” That was Master again and again he was drilling his eyes into her and again that was something that she could not avoid. Now she had to say the word ‘wet’ herself. She had to use that word in connection with the state she was in between her legs. “Wet, I’m wet and I’m sorry.” Millie’s voice was almost too ‘tiny’ to hear. “Speak up, I didn’t hear that.” Delicia was happy to sit back and cross her own stunning legs as Master did what he did. “Yes I am wet and I am sorry.” And by this time Millie was flushing a deep red that was visible even under the heavy make that she wore. You’d think that there would have been alarm bells now but there wasn’t. This was a ‘game’ and Millie knew it was a game. Ok, ok it was a kinky game, one that she had never come across before but that was because this was a mature, grown up game that would elude even the most grown up, grown-ups. Unless of course they were looking for such kinky games.

Millie wanted the wetness between her legs to go but it wouldn’t. Her excitement was driving that. “Now that’s much better. Now we have established a ‘wet temptress’ and that’s a good thing to know. That the girl we have picked up off the street is a temptress who is wet.” This time it was Delicia who spoke and she was simply emphasising what was fact so far. That was what she was doing - just underlining it, making it in bold print so that they could move on. “That’s ok my dear Delicia we can deal with Temptress later, but in the meantime - tell us about you girl. Tell us ALL about you?” Master again and if anything Millie was thinking how far along this situation had come from meeting under that street light to now. How the ‘mood’ had changed but how she was still excited. This was a game - yes it was and it was a game to her. Although Delicia and Master were kind of objectifying her, sexualising her and in a way ‘reducing’ her because of the way they spoke about her and to her, she was excited by that. She was ‘very’ excited by it. Maybe she shouldn’t have been but she was. And still she didn’t feel in any danger. She didn’t feel as though she should get out of that place. The pub wasn’t exactly bursting at the seams with people but there were people in there. She only had to scream out, or ask someone for help. But she didn’t want the spell to be broken.

Any anyway, that would be stupid and she knew that. This was just couple playing kinky games of which she was now a part. That was it, simple as that. And besides any of that, it was exciting the absolute fuck out of her. This was a sophisticated couple, an experienced couple playing grown up sexual games. Millie was young at eighteen but not so young that she didn’t know what was happening. She didn’t understand it, not all of it, but she was intelligent enough to know when she was being played. The thing was that she was prepared to go with it. She wanted to go with it. That little throb behind her clitoral nerves was increasing its own volume. Now if she could explain how the woman knew she was wet in the first place, and how Master had known that she was Temptress in the first place then she would be one hundred percent happy. She might, or not, work out in the end that it was just their experience. That it was just the vibe they created - the vibe and the ambience they were able to create and the scenarios they were able to paint. That even though they were in this very public place, that they were contained, that she was contained in this little bubble. And that the bubble didn’t only protect her but it also emphasised the sexual pleasure she was feeling. Did she want ‘out’? Did she fuck? This was an adventure for her. This was a grown up adventure for her and she was on for the whole ride.





CHAPTER THREE





“There’s not much to tell. I’m an only child. Dad’s always away working. Mum has a busy life herself with various projects. I’ve just come out of upper school and am going to Uni after the summer recess. And in the meantime I’m just about having fun.” In a way Millie was grateful that the conversation had changed. It was like it had been running away with her - like it had been overwhelming her in a small way. She had these two sophisticated people coming at her from two different angles and the sexual innuendo was intense. But now it had levelled off a little bit. Now there was a chance to change the subject, even if she didn’t want it to go away, altogether. “Ah, you’ll enjoy University. I know I did. Those were the days. Lets hope you can put all before it, behind you for that four or five years so that you get your degree. What is your degree by the way.” Master was sipping from a pint pot of real ale and he licked the froth from his upper lip. Delicia was sipping from a goblet of red wine, as was Temptress. That was an odd thing to say - an odd thing on top of a whole series of odd things happening to Millie tonight. ‘Let’s hope you can put all before it, behind you.’ She was leaving school life and entering uni-life. What was there not to be able to leave behind her? “Oh, I’m going into psychotherapy. It’s intense - an intense few years ahead but everyone I ever got taught by in school said that I would need something to get my teeth into. That I needed to be busy in my head or I would go ‘mad’ was the word used often. And I tend to agree. I need to do something that I can fully immerse into, and then come out the other side richer for the experience.”

Millie seemed satisfied with the response she had given and she recrossed her legs under the table. “Hear that Master? The rasp of nylon on nylon. We were talking about it when you were at the bar, isn’t that right Temptress?” But Delicia was throwing a spanner in the works. She was turning it back to that sexual thing again but Master was having none of it, for now at least, and in a way that disappointed Millie. She felt that disappointment but she would never, ever be able to explain it. “Now THAT is a degree! And you WILL be immersed and enriched in life as a result.” He turned it normal again but she had to remember that this was a game. They hadn’t said it was a game, she was just taking for granted that it was one. “You like to be fully immersed then I take it Temptress? I get the feeling that you do. I get the feeling that you like to see things through no matter what. I don’t know why I feel that about you, but I do. Would I be right?” And Master sipped his real ale again and his eyes hovered above the rim of the glass as he searched Millie’s eyes.

“I think so. I like to think I see things through even if whatever it is, is challenging.” And Millie’s words tailed off and there was this like silent communication between Delicia and Master. They liked what they were hearing. They liked it a lot. “That’s good to know Temptress, very good to know.” Master spoke as though he was reflecting on what Millie had said. It was like the cogs in his head were turning and it was like he was conjuring up images in his mind because there was almost enigmatic smile on his face and he was sharing that with Delicia. “You know, we like a challenge as well. That is we like to set challenges. We like to supervise challenges and see them all right through to the end. That’s what we like to do.” That was Delicia and she had trailed well-manicured finger on the leg of Millie. It was almost like she was hovering the fingers above the sheerness of the nylon covering her thigh. But there was that ‘touch’. There was that almost, not-there-contact that made Millie look down. Yes this was a game. She told herself that time after time. This was a test to see if she got spooked out or not. She wasn’t so sure of that but it was what it felt like. And maybe this was a challenge - a challenge to see if she got spooked and ran a mile or not. She didn’t want to run a mile or any other ludicrous distance. She was excited and she wasn’t less excited than she had been from the start. In fact she was more excited and now she was linking that excitement with her sexual arousal. Like she was working out that it was one and the same. For her this was an adventure.

“So what kind of challenges do you like to set and ‘supervise’ then? It all sounds very intriguing if I may say so.” Millie ran her tongue over the width of her mouth, and her lips. And there was no response, not straight away even though she had anticipated there would be one quickly. And maybe this was what this couple did. Maybe this was what they did so well, establish an anticipation and then just let it hover there, just let it simmer right there on the edge of the psyche. “We like to delve into people’s minds. Especially people like yourself who are so much deeper than their mere ‘look’. Do you get me?” Master again. “I get that. I like it. I’m going into that head stuff in uni so I get it.” And Millie was smiling. She couldn’t ever remember being this excited by anyone ever in the past. There was nothing outrageously sexual, it had been hinted at and skirted around but there was nothing obvious anymore. It was like the couple, Master and Delicia had hovered around it but now they were avoiding it, to an extent. Avoiding it, but letting it remain, just there. And what Millie wanted them to do was bring it right back to her wetness and her excitement. They had established they knew about her wetness and now she wanted that to move to the next stage - whatever the next stage was.

“Temptress, have you ever ‘submitted’ to someone? Have you ever given yourself to someone totally? Have you ever placed your entire trust in someone and let them take you on a journey that begins in your mind, and takes you to a higher place, a higher plain?” And Master had leaned forward and over the table and he tapped Millie very lightly on the side of her head. He was just emphasising what he was talking about. Like everything he talked about was mind based. Everything he talked about was about getting into the mind of someone. “You mean like that kinky shit. Subs and dommes and all that stuff?” Millie had intelligence oozing from every pore so she had caught on to what Master was saying and what he meant. “Yes that’s exactly what I am talking about. ‘That kinky stuff.’” And he looked right at her and this time his eyes seemed bigger, more bluer and he didn’t blink. It was like he was in her mind right now. And at the same time Delicia’s finger nails were very lightly running up and down her crossed over thigh.

Millie was throbbing and she knew that she was producing more and more of that slippery wetness between her legs. She could feel that it was so much now that the crotch of her panties was also saturated. If it went on like this, it wouldn’t be long until the nylon of her pantyhose was saturated as well and that was an actual thought in her mind. “I dunno. I guess it takes a lot to put your trust into someone so completely that you ‘give’ yourself to them. Do you know what I mean?” Delicia palmed Millie’s thigh now, just let her know that she was there with her. “Well, complete total trust is the end result. But there are stages, like levels along the way. Let’s say there are three levels of submission. Level one is the first one - things are taken easy, slowly towards level two. Level two is a greater trust. One that is a big step for someone who hasn’t done it before. And level three is absolute submission, where you place your entire, total trust in your Dominants and where you become what they want you to become. Does that make sense to you Temptress?” And now it was turning sexual again. It was like this switch in the air that was flicked on and off. Now it was sexual again.

“That actually makes perfect sense. I think!” Millie threw her head back and laughed softly. “No, seriously, yes I get it. Levels of submission would make sense to someone ‘new’, is that what you are saying, basically?” And now Millie was genuinely interested, genuinely gripped by these two people and what was more she didn’t give a flying fuck for Delicia’s hand on her thigh, and she had these fleeting thoughts inside her racing mind she wanted to submit. That she wanted to know what it was like to submit. “Basically that is EXACTLY what I am saying. You know, you are very intelligent, very mature in how you think.” And that was Master again, giving Temptress a shot of good feeling. A shot of feeling good about herself and that added to the sexuality of this whole encounter for her. Millie was turned on, she was turned on a lot. And she was also out of her comfort zone because she had never been turned on this much, ever in her life. And she had never met anyone like this mature, sophisticated and sexy couple before and so she was in a way being led by them and even that excited her. Even that made her wetter.

“Does the thought of giving yourself, your trust, your mind, your body, to someone totally and unequivocally over time and over levels appeal to you, at all?” And this was Delicia. She was speaking softly to Millie. The thing was that she wasn’t assuming anything. She was talking to Millie about ‘someone’. She was asking the question but never spooking Millie. In a way she was leading Millie - she was leading her to a rabbit hole. Or she was simply showing her the direction in which the rabbit hole was. In a way she was going about obtaining Millie’s or Temptress’s consent. “It actually DOES appeal to me right now. It excites me, thrills me.” And Millie stopped talking as though she had said quite enough for now. “And it makes you wetter, right? It’s ok, you can tell us - we already know what ‘state’ you’re in?” Delicia of course was referring to Millie’s wetness and now there was another tone being introduced. It was a subtle, a very subtle tone of superiority. Millie got it, then she didn’t and then she did again. But there was something else happening as well and this was that the anticipation and the sexual arousal was getting to her. That sexual arousal was overriding what would be the natural urge to be outraged at being ‘downgraded’ by the woman known a Delicia who she had only just met, and who was playing games with her.

If the truth was known she didn’t care about that. It was something that added to the excitement. That was a polite way of saying that she was getting wetter over this whole thing. But this couple, they were not in a rush - they were not hasty in making progress. They were taking their time and they were making sure that they created this ambience, this atmosphere and this little bubble for Temptress to exist in. They would let it go a little bit, then bring it back round to the sexualisation of Millie. Millie got that as well. In a way she knew what they were doing but at the same time she didn’t. In a way she wished they would get the fuck on with it. But they didn’t do that, that they didn’t just get on with it meant that the anticipation simply grew and grew. And so did that wetness. So did that wetness increase. “What are your plans for the weekend Temptress? Do you have any plans?” That was Master, and now his foot had found Millie’s grounded foot under the table and he was letting her know that he had found it. He was just pressing slightly, his on her’s and he was looking at her at the same time.

“I was just going to lie low and chill for the weekend. I hadn’t planned anything, at all. Why do you ask?” Master didn’t respond straight away, he just looked at Millie. That was an increasing theme now, the piercing eyes of this man on her as though he was searching for something inside her. As though he was looking for a place inside her head that he could reside. It was Delicia who purred into her ear next. “We have a townhouse, in Knightsbridge. Why don’t you come with us, be our guest for the weekend? Friday night to Monday morning? Or if you want to leave earlier you can, absolutely no worries. We have the three levels of submission at that house. You can experience them, one at a time, or not. It’s up to you. But I think, and Master thinks that you would benefit from a weekend with us. We think you’re ‘right’ for the three levels of submission. We think you can go all the way. What do you say?” And Delicia was stroking Millie’s thigh as she was issuing a challenge. She wasn’t making any secret of it now. There was nothing hidden about it she was just doing it in plain view. Just indenting that nylon sheathed flesh of Millie’s upper thigh with her finger tip - and every so often she would use her perfectly manicured nail to ‘scritch’ the nylon, thus introducing another nylon sound to the mix.

A townhouse in Knightsbridge! That had to be impressive and indeed that was what was going through Millie’s mind. And the thought of the three levels of submission being back at that house was another thought that was making Millie wetter. She could feel her breathing quickening. And she was wondering if she could feel her breath quickening, then did this couple know it was quickening too? It made sense that they knew. They were playing her - she knew they were playing her but she was so wet, so ‘excited’ now that she didn’t give a flying fuck. Millie could count the number of sexual encounters that she’d had on one hand. And none of those included other females and so this was more than just exciting for her, it was ‘fucking exciting’. “First I’m intruding on your night, and now I’m in danger of intruding on your entire weekend.” Millie was being polite because that’s what she was, a polite girl. But she was hoping on hope that they didn’t agree with her and let her go. “That’s nonsense Temptress, we are inviting you to come with us for the weekend. You wouldn’t be intruding, quite the opposite. You would be enhancing our weekend and besides we very much want you to experience the three levels.”

When Delicia spoke it was almost like liquid gold - the sound and the texture of her voice. “And also it would be rude to decline, don’t you think, Temptress? You caught our eye and our attention, and then you blow us out because of a lame excuse.” But Delicia was smiling. She wasn’t being serious and yet at the same time she was laying down a marker. She was just showing sign, very tiny signs of manipulation which Millie wouldn’t have got because she was so aroused. And because she was just trying to focus on not losing this opportunity at the same time. “Of course. Of course you’re right.” Millie just needed that little reason to not decline to go with them to the townhouse. And not being rude was as good as the reasons got. “Of course I’d love to spend the weekend, truly I would. I’m intrigued, and excited all in one.” And she could sense Delicia’s eyes drilling into the side of her head but also the smile on the mature woman’s face. “Now that my dear Temptress, is a good decision. A very good decision.” And that was a little odd thing for this woman to say, but at the same time it made Millie feel good. Feel good that she had somehow pleased this woman Delicia and this man, Master with what she had decided. And for some reason she wanted to please them more.

“So the plan is we have a drink or two more here. And then we head back west. And in the meantime Temptress, you can try to get used to the idea of giving yourself. You can get used to the idea of giving control to someone else. To the idea of ‘submitting’ to someone else. It’s a big thing you know, and one that we take very VERY seriously.” That was Master and again he was drilling those eyes into Temptress. Millie didn’t find it uncomfortable that this man was so focussed on her, but at the same time, it did unsettle her a little - not least it made her wetter. Millie was a young girl, basically on the cusp of blossoming into womanhood properly - she was dealing with all sorts of emotions at this time and she would have been deciphering those to mean that she just wanted to fuck. That she just wanted to be fucked. And she had this thing in the back of her mind that this was all a ploy so that the man, Master, could fuck her eventually. Oh, it was all dressed up in this submission and domination talk. But that was what it was at the end of the day - this man, the Master fucking her. And the thing was that she didn’t mind it. They needn’t have hidden it, or disguised it or dressed it up as this sub Dom thing. They could have just got her aroused which they did and they knew it, and then said, look, you’re going to get fucked. Millie knew all about fucking - she had done it before. Not many times but she had done it before. And ok, Delicia was a little bit kinky - another woman, and older woman purring in her ear, but she found that exciting as well. She was only young, yes she was but she was all for exploring.

“I think that sounds like the perfect idea. Who’d have thought my night would end up like this?” And Millie was smiling that wide, wide lipstick red smile of hers and by now Delicia’s hand had crept further up her thigh. So far up in fact that the hem of the dress was also riding up higher. Millie swallowed as she felt another throb from behind her clitoral bundle and she pressed her lips together and rolled them in. “You, Temptress, you are going to be shown the three levels of submission between now and Monday morning. What’s the bet, you’ll see the world differently by then?” That was Master, and Millie looked at him. She wouldn’t mind admitting that she wanted him to be inside her at this point. But at the same time, now she was thinking that there was more to this than that. She was thinking that there was something deeper than just a fucking after all. Whatever it was, it was exciting her.





CHAPTER FOUR





“Do you know, I WANT to experience the three levels of submission. I want it badly, I don’t mind saying.” If anything, Millie was slurring her words a little bit. With what she had drunk earlier in the night and at The Graveyard club, and now this red wine - but she felt good. She felt more than good. She was light-headed and yet still she did not feel anything was wrong with this couple. Even though it had turned into that overt sexual encounter, something that should really have disturbed or alerted an eighteen year old when all said and done, it didn’t. “Well that’s good Temptress. And do you know, we are looking forward to showing you what those three levels hold for you. The pleasures, the pains, the treasures, the challenges for you.” Master was speaking softly. “Do you have to call anyone? Your friends, to let them know you won’t be meeting up with them after all?” Delicia was thinking ahead. This couple worked as a team, that much was clear. “I can send a message to my bestie. Hold on I’ll do it now.” Millie took her cell phone out of her little clutch bag and tapped in a message. “Show me, before you send?” The woman again but she was smiling. That engaging smile that was what had caught Millie’s eye in the first place with her.

Millie smiled back, “there you go.” And she showed Delicia the message which read, ‘catch you guys maybe in a day or so. I’ve met someone and am going back up west x’ And that was it. Delicia took the phone off Millie and she back spaced some of the message out so that it read, ‘Catch you guys soon. I’ve met someone and am going on an adventure xxx.’ “There, isn’t that better and truthful?” Delicia was smiling, “Shall I send?” And she was hovering her thumb over the send button. Millie giggled, “yeah send.” Even this bit of control over her was exciting her. One wouldn’t know if she was seeing it as control, but the effects were stark. “What about your mom, your dad, do they need to know you won’t be home?” Delicia kept hold of the phone and she was ready to send another message if she had to. “Nah, I often stay out at weekends, sleep overs. Dad’s away and I’ll just text mum sometime over the weekend to let her know I’m ok, that’s all. “Ok, then that’s settled. But I’ll keep hold of your phone, for now. Let’s call it the first little taster of you submitting. The first little taster of you having controls taken off you. And this shouldn’t be too hard for you to cope with because I KNOW that the wetness is upper most in your mind right now.” Millie’s phone pinged, that was Samantha returning her text. Delicia opened it up and showed Millie “Catcha xxx.”

She was right. Millie swallowed hard. She was the same as most eighteen year olds these days - never without their phone. But she watched Delicia as she slipped the phone into her bag. “There, gone!” And she had that smile on her face again but this time there was a wickedness about it. Like a wry wickedness. Master watched and he listened and then he nodded to Delicia - another case of the silent communication that this couple had going on. “Temptress, it’s important that you focus from now on. When you go to the bathroom next, I want you to slip this inside you.” And as Delicia was speaking softly into Millie’s ear she was sliding an egg sized and shaped smooth rubber skinned device to Millie. Millie swallowed dryly, “Inside me, you mean…?” And her words tailed off. Delicia just nodded and smiled. “Yes, I want you to slip it inside your ‘cunt’. slip it right in as deep as it will go and then pull your panties and your panty hose tight so that it stays inside you.” Delicia had emphasised the word cunt and in a way that had taken Millie aback. She knew the word. She actually hated the word and yet, for some reason she got it. “But, but what is it?” She hadn’t seen a device like that before, not one that could be slipped right inside. She had seen vibrators and dildos but nothing like this egg thing. “It will just help you focus, that’s all Temptress. It will just help you to BE ‘Temptress’ do you understand?” And Millie was nodding, yes she understood. “You pop off do it now, go into a cubicle and slip this right inside you and then we can begin the weekend properly.”

Delicia had this quality about her. She was a sexy, mature Amazonian older woman and yet there was something ‘mumsy’ about her as well. She was being how she needed to be to bring Millie all the way into their world. She was being how she needed to be in order to bring Millie into line. She didn’t have to try too hard, she didn’t have to be too ‘mumsy’ because Millie was already aroused and she was already half way to being in that world. Millie took the egg and she stood up. She had always been proud of how she looked - she had always known that she looked good and that she could attract boys, and men. But this was different for her. This was different on many levels. She stood and felt the man’s and the woman’s eyes on her and they were approving eyes.

And that made her feel good. She lingered for just a little bit, took another sip of wine as she stood and let these people she had met only a short time ago look her over. “Every inch the Temptress.” That was Master. His eyes had literally poured over her and taken every inch of her nylon sheathed legs, and then her impressive, partly dressed, partly nylon encased breasts in. “Why thank you kind sir!” And Millie was smiling wide and she was being flirty. It was the kind of smile that was a half laugh. She was having the time of her life she would admit that any time to anyone. She did a little twirl, on her high heels, for them both and she knew, she just knew that the eyes would be on her. “Off you go sweetheart.” Delicia was encouraging Mille to get to the rest room so that she could slip the egg up inside her. And with that she was gone. Both Master and Delicia watched her all the way out of sight.

“What’s the verdict so far?” Delicia was searching Master for some kind of feedback. “I think that is a girl we are going to fuck up.” That was all he said. It was all he needed to say. Delicia slipped out a remote control from the same pocket in the bag that she had slipped Millie’s phone into. It was a tiny remote, the size and even the thickness of a credit card. “I’ll give it a few minutes and then activate this, we don’t want her getting away now, do we, not when we are so close?” And this was the first sign of anything really sinister. But it was just slightly so. In fact there could have been the question of if it was sinister at all as opposed to it being just part of the game they were playing. But it was - there was no doubt about that. What he had said about fucking Millie up. That was a direct and a disturbing thing to say and there hadn’t been a smile on his face. It was just like his face was blank, and expressionless. And what Delicia had said then about not letting Millie get away, hinting that it would be a crying shame if she did because of what they had in store for her, or for them. “Yeah give it a minute or two and then zap her. Then watch her when she comes back.”

In the rest room Millie had found herself beyond saturated between the legs. She was wet-through. She pressed her full lips together and then rolled them in as she slipped the egg up inside herself. No extra lubrication had been needed or required. She sat on the toilet, her dress up around her hips and her pantyhose around her spread knees. She always kept herself smooth and hairless down there - she had done that practically from the day she sprouted pubic hair. She hated the feeling of hair down there and so had always removed it. But on the counter to that, if she had pubic hair now, any pubic hair at all, it would soak up her leaking juices, of which there were plenty. Millie had never, ever been as wet as this and it was alien to her. And she had gasped when she slipped the egg inside herself. Her sexuality had seemed to gulp and then swallow that egg and then close around it, clinging to it from the inside. As she stood up she flared her nostrils - she could feel the egg inside her, she could feel herself ‘chewing’ it and that was feeding the throb inside her clitoris. Then she needed to straighten herself up so she pulled up the panty-hose as she stood up, and then her panties.

She tried to work out how she felt with this thing up inside her but all she felt was horny. She made sure the pantyhose and the panties were tight to her crotch. She had a feeling that she was going to be a leaking a whole lot more. But she left the cubicle as she pulled down her dress and then she was checking herself out in the full length mirrors. It was when she was looking at herself, checking that there was no signs of what was inside her, that the intense vibration from within her hit her. That egg was producing the kind of ultra sonic vibrations in and around her sexual flesh that were silent and yet intense, as though they were eating into her orgasmic flesh. And that was the thing - she was stopped in her tracks as those sensations rode through her. Luckily she was in the rest room alone because she let out a little shriek, and then her long, long legs nearly gave way under her. She snapped her knees back and then they went again. This time there was this orgasm consuming Millie on the spot and that was the orgasm that made her shriek out again, “Ohhhh godddd.” And she was looking at herself in the mirror. She was leaning on a wash basin and she was looking at herself as she orgasmed on the spot. And as she orgasmed she was aware of how much she was ‘producing’ between her legs. And back in the pub Master was leaning over to Delicia and he was whispering, “That’s enough darling. Save the real cruelty until level three.”

They knew what was happening to Millie in that rest room just like they knew when she was wet between her legs. And again there was this hint of the sinister about them. But even if Millie picked up on it, it wouldn’t be something that she would have acted on because it wouldn’t have been something that bothered her, she was already too focussed to care about anything else. She was already too wanting of a cock to be inside her - Master’s cock! The vibrations stopped and she stood upright again. She was breathless but she was also grateful that no-one else had walked in on her. For the first time she was asking questions - what the fuck would she have done if another woman had walked in, in the middle of her orgasm? She would have some explaining to do, or she would be thoroughly embarrassed by it, humiliated even. And then, at least she thought it was an orgasm she had just had. She thought it had to be an orgasm. She’d had one before, several, but never like this one. This was an orgasm on a different level and it had made nylon encased legs weak. And it had made her leak and ooze like a fucked up tap. And also it had made her think now. There was that little come down effect of that orgasm subsiding, and then the briefest of questions as to what he fuck was she doing? Her mother would go mad and her grandmother would turn in her grave if she could see her Millie now. And fuck knows what her dad would say. But those questions of herself faded as quickly as they had appeared, and her focus was back. Now there was just this ever so slight vibration and warmth inside her. And it was that, that kept her on the edge.

“There’s more where that orgasm came from you know, and all you have to be, is a good girl on all three levels of submission, to feel them.” That was Delicia - she hadn’t needed to be told that Temptress had received an orgasm - she had been the one to deliver it via remote control. It was Millie who couldn’t understand, at least in her present state of mind how they could know she had orgasmed. Maybe she should have connected the device inside her with the couple - or maybe not. Her mind was melting and it didn’t really matter. Fuck it, she could be a good girl for as long as it took if she was going to feel that intense pleasure again. Fuck yes she could deal with being a good girl, if that’s what it took. “I nearly collapsed it was so hard - that orgasm was so hard. I want more, I so, so want more.” And already there was this change in Millie. There was the drink that she had consumed yes. But it wasn’t that. It was the effect, or the after effect of her humming through her core like that. The after effect of what it did to her mind. “We’ll get you back to Knightsbridge and begin your lessons in submission. I think you’re just about ready now. I think that one more drink here and we’ll be ready to begin.” That was Master.

Millie didn’t want another drink she just wanted to be on these fucking levels of submission that was all she wanted to do. She’d do what she had to do, be as good as they wanted her to be just so that she could feel that orgasmic pleasure again. Yes that was it in her mind, she would turn the game round to it being played on them by her rather than the other way around. That was what she would do. Of course Millie could have worked out that if this couple were ‘talented’ enough to know when she was wet, and talented enough to know when she had cum in that rest room, that they would foresee how she would see this panning out. They had even instigated it, calling her Temptress - so it stood to reason that they would expect her to act one, to play the game to her advantage. But Millie was not thinking like that - she wasn’t anywhere near thinking like that. She was just thinking about that bundle of nerves between her legs that had exploded into orgasm, and wanting more of the same to happen as soon as possible. “Sit Temptress, sit.” Master had clicked his fingers and pointed to the seat beside Delicia. His first real outing as the dominant with Millie. She got it and she was just deciding that this was part of the weekend journey. That this was part of the submission. Doing as she was told had to be part of the submission like giving Delicia her phone. And this mild control over her was making her wetter and wetter. She could feel it as she sat. And it was as she settled back in the seat next to Delicia for one last drink, she felt on edge. But it was an edge that added to her sexual arousal. Everything it seemed added to that sexual arousal as the device hummed quietly away inside her.



Twenty minutes later the three of them were in a black cab heading back towards the west end and Knightsbridge. Millie was in the middle of Delicia and Master and they were pressed into her. Millie wanted to cross her legs but Delicia was holding her leg down softly, letting her know that she couldn’t do that. “The driver is looking. He’s looking at your legs, at your breasts. He’s looking at you because you are a Temptress, you ARE Temptress. And you don’t have the right to deny him, isn’t that right Temptress? Temptresses don’t have the right to deny, right?” And this was moving things in a different direction at a different speed. Millie would never have been able to imagine herself in this situation, ever. If the circumstances were different she would probably run a mile from it. But the circumstances were what they were. She was horny and she was mostly three quarters drunk. And that orgasm kept playing and replaying in her mind. Her legs still felt wobbly because of that orgasm and she still wanted more - she needed more. She’d taken the plunge to go with this couple now and she wanted to get the most out of it that she could. If she hated herself later then she would have to live with that. And that thought could well come back to haunt her at some point in the very near future.

There was this notion inside her mind that she would hate herself! She didn’t know there that came from - it was just in the form of fleeting thoughts. Maybe a little voice in her somewhere that was telling her that she shouldn’t be doing this. That she shouldn’t be doing it at all. But she was past that point. She was way past that particular point of return and she could feel herself agreeing with Delicia before she actually did. “No, I shouldn’t deny him. I don’t have that right.” And speaking like that was turning her on more. It was like she was tuned into being submissive already and now all she had to do was let herself go. She relaxed and allowed her knees to part slightly, and then she tipped the corner of her red mouth with her fleshy wet tongue and ran the tip of that tongue just under her top lip as the cab driver watched in his mirror.

“Good girl, you show him what a Temptress you are. You know this is what you are and what you need.” And as she was whispering to Millie, Delicia was running her fingers under the swell of Millie’s breasts, just outlining them with an imaginary pen, or pencil. And then she was using one hand to cup one breast at a time in the dress and ‘lift’. All the time the cab driver was watching. All the time he was flicking his eyes from the road in front to the mirror. He was good at it - something he had obviously done before - multitasking. And Millie swallowed as she felt her nipples thicken and bloat as Delicia lifted then let the volume of breast down. “This is good. Your being a good girl and I like that. And Master likes it even more.” And for some reason that was making Millie feel good. Yes she was mostly drunk and she was mostly as horny as fuck, but she liked it that she was pleasing this couple. She liked it in the way that it made her more horny - in the way that it made her more horny than she had ever been. “If you are a good girl like this when we take you down through the levels of submission, I think there are no limits to the rewards you can get from us. Girls like you are a rare find, and to be treasured.”

And still Delicia was hissing, whispering into Millie’s ear, and every so often she licked her ear and that was sending spasms of shivering pleasure down her spine. She barely noticed that yet another aspect had been introduced by this woman - ‘girls like her’. What did that mean? Girls like her! She had another of those fleeting thoughts, did that mean that she thought she was some kind of slut or something? And that was a question that stayed with her. A girl like her! She was beginning to feel like a slut but instead of being horrified at feeling that, she wasn’t.





CHAPTER FIVE





That cab ride was like something that was surreal as well. One of those trips that seemed long, and yet one that seemed to fly by at the same time. The industrial area of the east soon gave way to the more built up city, the fashionable east city area and then the west end. The black cab needed to avoid heavily congested road and choose the A40, then off down into White City, down to Earls Court area and in on the A4 towards Kensington and Chelsea and eventually Knightsbridge. Effectively he had doubled back on himself so that he could use the faster less congested roads and that had given him enough opportunity to flick his eyes back and forth in that rear view mirror. It wouldn’t have been often that he saw something like this. Oh he would have seen some sights in his time. And there was often that this particular cab driver avoided the nightshift not wanting to spend the early hours of the morning cleaning vomit up from the passenger area where party animals had finally succumbed to the over indulgence of the day, and then the night.

But this was wholly a different scene and one that he could take to time and time again. This young girl with this older couple - it was something that to him was ‘hot’. Something that he hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t as though this young girl wasn’t under any duress, if she had been he would have rolled to a halt outside a police station. This girl, the girl they kept calling Temptress was fully into it. She was a little drunk, tipsy but he could see that she was more horny than tipsy. And from what he could see she was a spectacular looking girl. Legs that went on for days and covered in the sheerest most sexy nylon he had ever seen. And the cleavage of immense breasts that was likewise sheathed in nylon and just emphasised the size of her mammary mounds to perfection. Oh this particular black cab driver could watch this all night long. The way that other, stylish woman was displaying Temptress for him. Like a game that was being played and one that he was part of even though her could plead his innocence at any time and would get away with that.

There had to be part of this man’s psyche that wondered at the trip from east to west, would he be invited to park up his cab and join the fun that was most definitely going to be happening inside some swanky apartment or townhouse. And with those thoughts he was conjuring up images in his mind as to what he could do with the young girl Temptress once he was invited to do so. He had visions of her wrapping her full red lips around his semi hard dick and then working it so that he became fully hard. And he had visions of letting her just suck his cock slowly and ‘lovingly’ until his glans were on fire and then he would adjust her, pull him onto his lap and guide his pole like cock into what had to be the wettest most slippery place on the planet, her cunt. And it was like the older woman in the back of his cab was reading his mind because she was making sure that he could see Temptress. She was making sure that whatever images he had in his mind were amplified by the actual view that he could see every time that he flicked his eyes to that rear view mirror.

“That’s right Temptress, show the nice man what you were put on this earth for. Just spread your legs, show him your wet spot.” And that was a moment for Millie. She may have been so horny that she would do anything for another of those orgasms, but she was also aware, super-aware of what was being said. And again something that Delicia knew about - that wet spot. And there was a wet spot where her sexual juices had soaked through the layers she was wearing. Those thick juices soaking through her pantyhose and then through to the crotch of her panties. And she knew that there was a wet spot that was getting bigger and bigger the longer the encounter with this couple went on. And now Delicia was guiding her legs to the open position. She had ‘smoothed’ one leg with her hand, as though she was tasting the nylon with her palm, and then she was pulling that leg open and encouraging Millie to open the other. She was guiding Millie by opening her one leg to the same degree that she wanted her to open her other leg. And as she did that she lifted Millie’s knee and so Millie lifted her other knee and the result was her long legs spread wide - her knees high and that wet spot in clear view of this man driving the cab.

“You’re a good girl Temptress. And you know that good girls get rewards right? Now you stay right there, like that and show this nice cab driver how good girls are rewarded.” And Millie was in that mind - she didn’t know about being a good girl, she did actually feel like a slut. But the thing was that she didn’t mind about that. She didn’t care about it because she was too far gone now. She was in ‘mong land’. That was what her and her friends called it when they were so horny they needed to sort themselves out. And just as she was thinking about that there was this smile that came across her red lips. And with that smile that ultra-sonic vibration deep inside her from the egg that was still neatly and tidily nestled inside her most delicate and sensitive feminine flesh. The orgasm was almost instant and it took Millie by complete surprise as she lay back on that cab seat with her legs spread for the driver to see her wet spot. Now this driver was seeing Millie at her most vulnerable and most private as that orgasm rode right through the centre of her. She convulsed, and her eyes rolled in their sockets and as she orgasmed the woman Delicia draped an arm and hand over one of Millie’s thighs and the man did the same to the other. It was like a casual thing that they did that highlighted and emphasised Millie and her ‘state’.

The thing was that as that orgasm rocked through her, so that wet spot, clearly visible and tight into her crotch, grew and grew. It was like it was spreading in the silky crotch of her panties and then the nylon of the pantyhose. And it wasn’t even as though Millie didn’t know what she looked like because she did. Even though she was in the throes of an intense orgasm she knew what she looked like - she knew what she was. In her mind she was accepting that she was a slut and she hadn’t even been shown the first level of submission yet. But again she didn’t care. She might care in the future, like when she came down from this encounter entirely. But for now she was on a journey and she looked right at the cab driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror and she narrowed her own made up eyes and licked her lips. She was inviting him to think the things she knew he was thinking. She was inviting him to think about sinking his cock into her saturated wet quim. If she had been given the opportunity she would have fucked him there and then. He could park up his car and fuck her. She wanted penetration - and that orgasm was making her want it even more. “Good girl. You see what rewards good girls get?”

And both Delicia and Master were stroking the insides of Millie’s thighs. Just using their nails to ‘scritch’ the nylon and help that orgasm along. And for some reason this orgasm was longer than the last one. That one in the rest room in the pub had stopped her in her tracks and then debilitated her over seconds, even over a minute. But this was longer and more intense. There were little bubbles forming at the corners of Millie’s mouth as that orgasm ripped into the nerve endings of her clitoris. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and her tongue peeked out of her heavily breathing mouth as that orgasm was held at its peak. For Millie this was beautiful. For her she knew about the sordid sight she must have presented this cab driver with, but she also didn’t care about it. In a way the filth that was in the back of that cab fed the orgasm more and more.

Delicia and Master looked at Millie and then they looked at each other and there was that silent communication between them again. There was a slight nod of the head from both of them. If they had been speaking they would be agreeing that Millie was ready, that she was ready to be taken down those three levels of submission. They would have agreed that Millie now had gone beyond the point of return. Not her point of return but theirs. This was a couple who knew what they were doing. They were experienced fetishists and they had known from the moment they saw Millie outside The Graveyard club that she would be susceptible to what they had planned and what they could do.

“Driver, just go past Harrods and turn the first left, down the small mews.” Master spoke and Millie had been helped to sit more appropriate now. “Thank the nice driver for him allowing you to show him the real you Temptress.” And although Millie was down from the orgasm she wasn’t down from the desire. If anything the second orgasm had just left her wanting more. She would always remember not wanting that orgasm to end. The first one had taken her aback, it had shocked her. But it was like in a way she was ready for the second one and had braced herself for it. She couldn’t ever forget that device was inside her and when Delicia activated it again, when she had put it into orgasm mode, she recognised it and she had that split second to prepare. And now that orgasm was gone, she wanted it to be back again. She wanted it to be back again desperately and she was as full of desire as ever. “Thank you. Thank you for letting me show you ‘me’.” And with those words there was that soft almost childlike tone that Millie used. She was being Temptress - and that came across in her tone and in her expressions. Master and Delicia looked across Millie at each other again and again there were those nods and that silent communication. They would be recognising that sex drenched voice. That sex drenched voice that wanted more, and more.

Like the perfect gentleman, Master assisted Millie out of the cab by holding one hand. They were standing in a cobbled mews off Knightsbridge in central London. From the outside the house looked typical mews. Those houses always looked tiny and quaint as opposed to anything more opulent which would be common for the area. The outside of buildings, and a lot of the internals were listed and so couldn’t be altered, especially those that belonged to the Estates that abounded in London. But where the freeholds had been acquired, then subject to planning permission being granted - properties could be modernised. This rarely applied to London mews properties though since they harkened back to old London and formed part of the history. “So Temptress, your journey begins proper now. You may feel that ‘flutter’ of fear riding through you and that’s understandable. But so far you’ve done so well.” Master was speaking softly as Delicia got her keys to the house out. Millie was kind of thinking, between throbs behind her clitoris, that she had already begun the journey. In her mind the journey had started back at the pub, in the restroom and then in the cab ride back west. Maybe there was a little flutter again to realise that she was in this ‘state’ and the journey hadn’t even started yet.

Of course Master was right, she did have those flutters through her stomach. She was between orgasmic fixes and there was, even if it was small, a sense of the reality hitting her. She was with this mature couple who had got her into this state. The black cab was reversing up the mews and she could feel the driver’s eyes creeping up here legs as she stood there in the headlights of that cab. Also her friends were nowhere around and she had no phone to contact anyone - the reality was a massive hit right at this point. Maybe this was the time that she was realising that she was completely in this couple’s hands. And when she thought like that yes she did get those flutters in her stomach. But it was ok, she had ‘done ok so far’. That was sort of a comfort for her - sort of something that made her feel good. She wanted to keep doing good for this couple - it was ludicrous that she wanted to please them but she did. She, for a short time at least, had escaped her normal life and she was in this one. And now she wanted more of that orgasm as well. “Thank you Master.” And it had been like he had been waiting for the thanks. And when that thank you came, he smiled and he put a finger under Millie’s chin and lifted her eyes to meet his.

“So, what you need to get used to, is doing as you are told, without question. Once we go inside, it’s our world. Our world of submission and domination. You are the submissive Temptress. Nothing more, nothing less. What you need to do in your mind is accept that you are just a slave. Our slave.” And this was a whole new language that was being spoken and one had to assume that it was designed to bring Millie into a state of mind but not just that, but also to reduce her a little bit more and that was resonating with her and there was this little frown from her as she computed what Master was saying. “Do you understand slave?” There it was again - it was as though the Temptress tag had been discarded and this slave one introduced. In Millie’s mind, she didn’t care. She couldn’t care less actually because there was this throb of her clitoris to deal with and that had become like a permanent background thing. But also, she could feel her inner sexual flesh sucking and chewing on the device inside her and that was a constant reminder as well. “I understand Master.” And the thing was that she did understand. She was in this strange world, she was in this world she could never have imagined but she did understand. And whilst she was feeling the pangs of being humiliated at being called a slave, and being almost regressed to childhood in having to do as she was told, she also had this sex thing to deal with.

And it was the sexual desire, and the need that was wining out now - it was that, that was consuming most of her mind. Of course there was that little voice in the back of her mind, she hadn’t lost her head completely. She was simply being driven by her sexuality, or by her horniness. There was still the knowledge and that voice, in the back of her mind that she was in the process of being dominated by this couple and in that process she was being humiliated. Those were words that were being ‘whispered’ to her time and time again, very softly, very gently - humiliation, humiliated, humiliating. And yet, her sexuality was driving her. She was in some kind of zone - she was in some kind of mindset that she didn’t completely understand - but she was having fun. That was another word, ‘fun’. She was having fun even though this fun had a double, sharp edge about it. And there was that edge, she could feel it, but she could also feel those guiding fingers, in the small of her back, Delicia guiding her through the front door of that mews house. The biggest, most profound thing then, once inside that front door was the front door closing, and the locks being applied. That sent an extra series of flutters through the core of Millie. But now it did feel like she was about to start the journey proper and that excited her all over again. She wanted to get on with it now.

“You can strip out of your clothes now slave. Just put on the supplied stockings and wear the supplied shoes. Your normal clothes will be taken and held until you leave on Monday morning.” Delicia smiled but there was a difference in that smile. Almost like the kind of smile a woman would give, having got what she wanted or what she set out to do. Almost a smile of malice that they were now behind closed doors and they were in that world of her’s and Master’s. Millie’s breath had been taken away entering the property. It was nothing, literally nothing like the outside had suggested it was. It was modern, open plan, and BIG. It was minimal in its decor, and it was contemporary in its style. She was looking round in wonderment and Delicia allowed her to do that. The words had slipped into the psyche of Millie, and they were tumbling round there, right there, but she was taking it all in. It was important that she took it all in. Master and Delicia looked at each other again, and then their heads seemed to turn in unison back to look at Millie.

“I’ll take that.” Delicia was relieving Millie of her bag - she wouldn’t be needing that. “In your own time Temptress.” And although she was encouraging Millie to begin stripping out of her little black dress and her pantyhose and the heels that she had worn that night, she wasn’t preventing her from taking in this place. It was a house yes, but for some reason it wasn’t a ‘home’. There was something very clinical about it. Something almost clinically clean about it. As though this ground floor was just a front for whatever else this place was. A huge open planned space with deep luxurious sofas - a massive flat screen television mounted on the wall, complimented by a high end sound system. At the other end, a bespoke, designer kitchen dining area. That huge expensively equipped kitchen easily taking up half of that ground floor space. The central island surrounded by tall bar type stools that somehow were threatening anyone who might be looking, NOT to sit on them.

That was the thing in this house, everything was perfect. It wasn’t a lived in house. At least this area of it was not lived in. Rather this was like a show house. Upstairs there were six ensuite bedrooms, again all perfect, all un-lived in and un-slept in. And all that left was the elevator, situated between the kitchen and the lounge areas of the ground floor. That elevator was built into the centre of the ground floor like an exhibition piece by itself. But the elevator shaft ended on the ground floor. There was no ability for this elevator to go up to the other levels. It went only one way and that was down. Inside an all glass elevator, there were three lit button that marked levels, minus one, minus two and minus three. And it was these that signified the three levels of submission.





CHAPTER SIX





Submission Level 1



Millie kind of snapped out of it and looked around again before looking back at Delicia. The older woman didn’t say anything else she just clicked impeccably manicured fingers and indicated, ‘remove the dress’. She didn’t have to verbalise it, Millie knew what she had to do. And as though to help her a little bit, Delicia thumbed the remote control which controlled the device that Millie was holding onto deep inside her. Temptress sucked in air as she felt a series of ultra sonic vibrations that seemed to penetrate the very nerve endings that were open and begging for stimulation. She took a side step in her heels and she caught her breath and then her hands went to the dress and she began to peel it down her shoulders. And when her enormous breasts literally rolled out, there was this little nibble of her bottom, deep red lip. Now she was aware that she was exposing herself to this couple who’s stare and gaze over her did not falter. And this made her exposure to them even more profound. Maybe now the real Millie was present, her age, her tender years in comparison to this mature couple was more obvious, more stark even.

And the way she was being made to face herself like this because that was what it was about as well - Millie facing herself and her sexuality, and that was adding an element of humiliation at being forced to endure this as well. And it was as she was feeling the pangs of that humiliation in front of this couple that the question of what her friends would think of her now, came to mind. It was another facet of that reality that she was facing. She was still needy - drippingly so. And this made her awkward, and self-conscious of herself. And it was like Delicia was reading her mind because she spoke, “I wonder what your goth friends would think of you now? They’d probably love you more darling.” That was like a shock to Millie. How dare this woman assume that her friends would think anything of her if they saw her like this. But that was the humiliation working overtime in her psyche.

Her nipples were solid. They were erect, puffed and starkly darker that the comparative paleness of her breasts as a whole, and Millie was aware of that and as though in defence of herself she slipped the dress down to her hips and then attempted to cover her breasts with her arms crossed over her. “No slave. You DON’T cover you breasts. You DON’T cover yourself at any time, ever. You are on a journey now. And the first lesson is complete compliance. And the second lesson is that for this time, your body, and your mind, belong to ‘us’.” That was Master and he had recognised the realisation in Millie and he knew that her instinct would be to try to cover her newly exposed breasts. Millie’s arms slipped down herself on that command, to her sides leaving her tits fully consumable by Delicia’s and Master’s eyes. And they did consume those tits because they could, because they had obtained the control over this girl and now they were in the process of taking her towards that level one submission. Millie continued to push the dress down over her hips and then the extraordinary length of her legs so that she could step out of it, which she did. And she was standing then in just pantyhose, panties and heels.

“You’re very wet Temptress. disgustingly so, it has to be said.” That was Delicia and it was as though she had a bad smell under her nose as she looked directly at the wet spot that had become more like a complete saturation of her crotch area. “I’m sorry.” Millie’s voice was ‘tiny’. She knew what Delicia was talking about. She knew how wet and slippery she was down there and she had been inwardly dreading slipping that dress all the way off her because she knew what would be easily seen. “No Temptress, girls like you are not sorry they are so wet. You have to be wet, it’s what girls like you are for. It’s what you exist for. You need to accept this now. You need to remember that phrase, ‘girls like you’, because you are not like other girls and women. And the more you go on this journey with us the more you will realise that you are not like ‘normal’ girls and women.” And that was Delicia, simply using words to bring Millie down a little bit more. And Millie was aware of that phrase because she had heard it a number of times by this time. And because of how aroused she was sexually, she was beginning to see that Delicia was right. Or that she could be right. It wasn’t natural for her to be this aroused, this wet. It wasn’t natural in the presence of strangers like this for her to be ‘this’ wet and dirty of mind. So she had to be one of ‘those girls’ didn’t she?

“Take off your pantyhose and panties Temptress. They will be discarded. When you leave here Monday morning you will be bare legged and without panties, just as girls like you, should be.” And that was almost ’snapped’ by Delicia and again she clicked her fingers. It wasn’t clear if Millie would have been aware of the change in the couple from the two she had met outside The Graveyard club. It’s doubtful she was aware since she was so far gone sexually. Still simmering in her mind were the orgasms, those pure, undiluted orgasms that seemed to have rocked through her with ease leaving her mind a mush. And her mind was little more than a mush now. Now she was bought into the need to please this couple and to see the journey through to the end. She had been told that at any time during the weekend she could go, she could leave and she still knew that - that even now was in the back of her mind. But nothing could have been further from it being a fact that she would leave early. She had no intentions of leaving - even though she felt this couple’s hold over her tightening with every passing second, she was working out that it was their dominance over her, their control over her that was feeding her clitoris the throbs that she could feel constantly.

Millie pressed her red lips together and she rolled them in, and under her makeup she was blushing up. This was humiliation hitting home and that was a sign that Delicia’s words were hitting home and having the desired effect. The couple did not take their eyes off her and she was aware of that, her eyes turning down to the floor naturally as she began the process of removing her panties and pantyhose. This was the hardest for her. This was the bit that left her naked, completely naked. She slipped off her high heels, and had that lower height to contend with. This accentuated the height of Delicia and Master and kind of reduced her even more. It made the removal of her offending pantyhose and panties seem like a dirty task that she had to complete. It made it seem like something that she was reluctant to do. But also something that she could not show reluctance in doing.

And then she was standing naked and aware of her own wetness on the insides of her upper thighs. When she had ‘felt’ that she had been oozing her produce earlier in the night, that hadn’t been just a feeling, and now she knew it for sure as she caught that ‘whiff’ of her own smell. Girls like her! That phrase firmly implanted in her mind now and firmly affecting the way her mind was working. Millie would have never been a girl who put herself down. She was always a confident outgoing girl. Yes she was painfully shy at times, but only at times and she was sometimes hampered by her own stunning looks because of that shyness. But again that was only at times. And yet now, there was another dynamic working through her and that was that she was not like other girls and women. That had to be true. If she tried to work out where that came from it was from her wetness, and her arousal and from the fact that she had indeed been picked up off the street by a couple who were clearly ‘better’ than her, that were dominant and who were going to teach her the three levels of submission.

“Stockings and heels, now slave.” Master didn’t bark his instruction, he just spoke it sharply, and clearly and he was pointing to a pair of self-supporting sheer denier stockings draped across the high back of a chair. On the floor by that chair were the black patent high heeled court shoes, strapless and with seven inch heels which Millie looked at with trepidation. These shoes did not have platforms and so the arch of her feet would have to negotiate the entire seven inches of those spiked, thin heels. Millie was constantly aware of her nakedness - even when she sat to pull on the stockings. There was something about being naked in front of strangers that affected Millie. It took something from her - some of that bubbly confidence, and some of that statuesqueness that she was naturally attributed with because of her height. But the vulnerability of her, as she began peeling on those stockings was something to behold. One had to imagine that to a dominant, even a sadistic couple, like this, the view of Millie pulling on those sensuous and sheer stockings up the length of her legs had to be arousing. It had to be a sight that excited them both. Those stockings fine denier black, but transparent black except for the toes, the heels and the elasticated top. Millie pulled those stockings all the way up, to her very upper thighs and to where her leg flesh rolled neatly into her groin area.

Every so often Millie flicked her eyes up to Delicia and Master and it was like they were waiting for that eye contact. There were no smiles, or expressions that might have given away what they were thinking, or what mood they were in and this simply created an added anticipation in Millie. “Stilettos, on.” Delicia did that thing with her finger again. She ‘clicked’ them and pointed to the waiting, towering heels. Millie stayed seated to slip the shoes on and that accentuated their height even more. They forced her knees up high and then she had to ‘arch’ her feet severely one at a time, and for some reason the way those shoes forced her onto her tippy toes, made her feel more vulnerable. “Stand now, slave.” That was Master and he didn’t click his fingers. That wasn’t his thing.

Millie stood but she was unsteady on her feet at first. She had to part her stilettoed feet wider than she normally would if she was wearing shoes that she was used to. The way those shoes enhanced her, accentuated her height and made her ‘move’ was delicious. They forced a stance that could have been arrogant if it hadn’t exposed Millie’s vulnerability so much. And that is what those shoes did - they enhanced and amplified her vulnerability. Millie was an eighteen year old girl, and she was being thrust into this unfamiliar sexually charged world. The way she was ‘dressed’ was simple. In fact she wasn’t dressed at all. Just the stockings and the heels. And all of her on view, all of her viewable by this couple. And this is what they did - they looked at her and drank her in. They looked at her from top to toe, and then Delicia pointed a forefinger and did a ’twirl’ command, followed by that now familiar click of her fingers, and from that Millie knew she had to turn three sixty on her heels, on the spot and she did. And as she did that she became accustomed to the severe arch of her feet into those shoes and of the adjustment she needed to make in order to stay upright in them. But she became more aware of herself at the same time - she became more self-conscious of herself and the fact that she was all but naked in front of an older man and woman couple that she had met a relatively short time ago. The finer nuances of the reality were sweeping over her now.

“Ready for level one submission Temptress?” That was Master and he was looking right at Millie. “I can see your ‘slit’ is deliciously oozing darling you MUST be ready?” And that was Delicia and she was looking right at Millie as well. There was nowhere to hide for this young girl now. And she could feel herself flushing up, blushing a lot. “I think, renew your lipstick darling. Put another layer of that deep red on. It makes you look the perfect temptress. And that is what you are after all.” Delicia was retrieving Millie’s lipstick from her little bag that she had confiscated earlier. And Millie had never thought that applying lipstick was a sexual thing. To her it was just a makeup thing. But now it felt sexual. In fact everything she did with her lips felt sexual. She had to pout her lips, she had to extend them out so that she could re-paint them in that deep red. And even the way she rolled the lipstick on and then rolled her lips together made her feel sexual. And that did nothing to quell the drip drip of her sex lips. “I think I’m ready now, yes.” Millie was answering the questions she had been asked a little earlier. She asked it between rolling her lips to make sure the lipstick was evenly applied to all of her lips. “Oh yes, slave, I can see you’re ready. You’ve been ready for some time. And now this is your time. And all you have to do, is as you’re told, and all you have to be, is a good girl. The rest will follow. Now begins your journey down to level one submission.”

Delicia was indicating for Millie to follow them to the elevator in the middle of the ground floor living area and that was a moment. It was a moment that had its distractions in that Millie wasn’t quite used to walking in those shoes yet. She did it, and with each step she seemed to improve. But it was the way those heels forced the slut-strut. It was the way that her breasts moved. Her hips moved and it was the fluidity of her walk that caught the eye. “It only goes down?” They were words that slipped from Millie’s newly coloured lips and really she was simply thinking out. “It does my dear. That’s because your journey is ‘down’. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours Temptress, it will all become clear.” That was Master and he was talking right at Millie. Delicia decided to make that slow trip down in the elevator a little more interesting by giving Millie more of those ultra sonic attacks on her inner sexual meat. Just a brief pulse delivered by the remote control. And the effect was instant. Millie’s eyes open wide and then rolled in their sockets and she had to step and then re-step sideways in the limited space of the elevator car. And then her tongue ran across her lips.

“Good girl. Just take it, let it roll through you. You need to be shown what you are, who you are, and what you exist for.” The car was going down now but it was a slow ride down to minus one level. One had to think that the slowness of the ride was deliberate so that it would create that anticipation. One had to think that everything that happened in this mews house that was more like the Dr Who Tardis, was designed to bring a girl like Millie into the right frame of mind. Millie didn’t need help in that though, she was already there. She was already in the right frame of mind. That added ‘blip’ of pleasure from the device inside her was just a ‘refresher’ for her. it was just a little reminder of the dripping state she was in. She was ready for this, in her mind she was ready for it and that pleasure that she could feel between her legs was just something that kept her ready. It kept her mind just distant enough from reality that she could immerse in what was happening to her.

The elevator opened out directly into level one submission space. All red velvet drapes and marbled flooring. What was immediately noticeable was that there were no windows to the outside world and that gave the whole space a somewhat isolated feel to it. Millie got that isolation immediately and she shivered. She stepped out of the elevator and just took a moment to take in the space. It was a vast room matched in floor space to the ground floor living area. But this was a simple space. A few comfortable chairs which one would assume any invited guests would sit and be able to watch the proceedings from. There were no invited guests for this little get together though. It was just Master, Delicia and Millie, also known as Temptress. “That’s right Temptress, take it in - all of it. When we leave this space in a few hours, and go down to level two submission, you will be freely admitting that you are a slut.” That was Delicia again, choosing words deliberately to make Millie aware. Millie could never imagine a time when she would admit to being a ‘slut’. The slut word had always grated on her nerves - she hated it and never called any other girl or woman one. And yet, her ‘difference’ to normal people had already been established. Her dripping sex, her state of mind had already established that she was ‘different’ and that she was one of those other types of girls. She didn’t know what that was not really but she was learning that her sexuality and her mind set had something to do with it and now she was ready to be taken down through these layers.

“I’m going to assume you have never been ‘spanked’ Temptress?” And that question set Millie’s heart racing. Master was looking directly at her. Did this mean he was going to spank her? Is that why he asked her this? “No, no I’ve never been spanked Master.” Millie didn’t intentionally make her voice all croaky and seductive, it just happened like that organically. “Maybe the question should have been have you ever been spanked by another woman. But then the answer would have been the same.” Millie had begun to process that spanking was going to be part of this journey ‘down’. She had begun to kind of get used to the fact that there was some ‘discomfort’ to come in the form of this man spanking her. And in a way she got that. She felt sexier because of the thought and she got it. But now there was another spanner thrown in the works in the form of this man, Master now intimating that she would be spanked by Delicia. “Uh no Master, I’ve never been spanked by another woman.” And she hadn’t needed to answer because he had already done that. But what she was doing was verbalising her dismay at the thought. There was something different about the thought of being spanked by another woman. She was a young girl after all - the very concept go being spanked, being ‘punished’ at all in this setting was something that was turning her mind to mush. But now the inelegance and the reality that she was more than likely going to have to suffer the utter humiliation of being spanked by this older, impressively built woman was something that was making her mind go off on tangents.





CHAPTER SEVEN





Millie needn’t have worried so much about the inelegance of a spanking by this older woman though. The spanking that she would suffer at the flat palms and the paddle of this woman was very stylised, it was very visual and in a way it would do her proud. Visually striking is something that it could be described as, and it was something that was deliciously, and slowly applied. Millie could have been worried about the ‘violence’ involved in a spanking. But that ‘violence’ was implied as opposed to real when compared to what it would mean to her psychologically. Indeed, psychologically it would prove devastating. “You need to learn about pain as well as pleasure Temptress. Girls like you have to ‘learn’ and you have to learn that sometimes, you won’t be able to tell the difference between the different sensations. Sometimes you won’t know what it is you are feeling, pain or pleasure.” Delicia spoke in that matter of fact like way that normalised it all. And this would have been more and more information being bombarded into Millie’s mind - it was how it was processed that would matter to her the most.

At the start of the night, outside The Graveyard club she would have run a mile if this couple had come up to her and invited her back to their west London basement space to be ‘spanked.’ More than likely she would have been outraged. At the very least she would have been on high alert. But in the here and now it didn’t seem that big a deal. She even understood the need for her to learn the difference between pain and pleasure - if she had been in the real world, if she had been thinking logically she would have asked the question as to why she needed to learn that difference. She already knew the basics of the difference between pain and pleasure - one was ‘nice’ the other was not so nice, so why did she have to learn a deeper lesson? But her sexual state and the state of her mind was making it all more acceptable. Her sexual state and her state of mind were making what this woman was saying make sense. She was being driven by sexual desire. And that sexual desire had been turned on by this couple and then it had been ramped up more and more during the evening.

For some reason, rather than the actual act of being spanked being the largest single issue in her mind, it was the fact that the spanking would be applied by another woman. And it didn’t matter about her sexual state for that. That was like some kind of hard fact inside her mind. Something that she had to, that she needed to get over in her mind. There was something that was deeply disturbing in her mind about this proposed interaction between her and an older woman. The act of her getting to her knees and ‘crawling’ to the seated, almost statuesque Delicia who was now garbed in a tight black leather catsuit was something that cut into her psyche. Now it was also about, almost the ‘ceremony’ of it. Delicia disappearing, leaving Millie with Master for a short time and then re-appearing like this leather clad apparition was something that visibly affected Millie. If the spanking had just been something that was done quickly and dusted then Millie might have been able to cope better in her mind with being punished by another woman. But the ceremony involved, the spectacle that was provided by the reappearance of this leather clad Amazonian woman was something that unsettled Millie inside. And yet at the same time her sexual desire was turned up a notch. What was happening in her mind and in her body was not something that she could easily understand or adapt to.

But then neither was the fact that she had to ‘crawl’ to Delicia with Master watching. He had removed his designer suit jacket and rolled up his perfectly white shirt sleeves. She had clicked her fingers, pointed at the floor and then spoke. “Girls like you ‘crawl’ to Ladies like me and ‘ask’ to be punished.’ This is your first fundamental lesson Temptress. Don’t forget the basic rule of doing as you are told and being a good girl.” And Delicia spoke matter-of-factly again, as though it was quite normal to expect this. Millie pressed her red lips together and rolled them in and then she got down to first her knees and then to her all fours. And by this time the older woman had set the device inside Millie off on an almost sub-level of humming inside her. It wasn’t worth risking losing Millie to the real world, just by denying a little bit of pleasure that would drive her on and so that pleasure was just a little thing to help it all along - like a little fix.

Millie gasped as she got to her all fours, and as she felt that pleasure that brought it back to her, why she was there. It was for her pleasure, it was her journey that would soon be over so she had to make the most of it. It was something that she needed to make the most of because come Monday morning it would be back to the normal, mundane world. This was the little flash of logic that was hitting her. She thought that she would go through this process, whatever the process held in store for her and she would simply return to normal life on Monday morning. And that maybe even she would be enriched because of the journey she had spent the weekend taking. But she still had to get over the little individual hurdles. She still had to crawl to this woman and ‘ask’ her to spank her. She had to live with the knowledge inside her mind that she was going to be spanked, actually spanked by another woman, by an older woman. But not only that, but that she had to ‘ask’ for it, or almost beg for it.

She could feel her breasts heavy under her, swinging as she crawled and she could feel Master’s eyes on her as she crawled slowly. This was a different world. She knew that she was in a different world, and yes it disturbed her mind. It disturbed the whole of her! But there was that pleasure - pure sub-level pleasure that was humming through her at core level;. And that was the thing, this pleasure had the ability to penetrate through to her core and she was squeezing herself around that device inside her. She was squeezing and sucking onto it with her sex flesh as she crawled to Delicia. “You’re dripping Temptress. Your sexual fluids are dripping from you.” Master was simply providing a running commentary and there could have been a question mark there. It was as though it was intentional that Millie be humiliated by being reminded of her dripping sexuality. But also that intention that she be pleasured by that device. It was as though humiliation was being introduced to Millie but as an added sexual element. As though at some point it would be just pain and pleasure would become one, but also pleasure and humiliation would become one as well.

“I’m sorry Master. Sorry for dripping.” And there was contriteness in Millie’s tone. It was like she was getting her role at last. It was like she was actually getting what her role was and so she could provide this couple with what they needed as well as her getting what she needed. She didn’t have a clue though, not yet, that she didn’t control any of this. That she controlled nothing in fact. “You don’t need to apologise Temptress . It’s what you are, a dripping slut. It’s our job to show you the error of your ways and then correct them. And that is what you are doing now - being shown the error of your way. Now, when you get to Delicia’s feet, you may kiss each one and then ask her politely if she would be so kind as to spank you.” And that humiliation was reaching deeper now. The application of that humiliation was becoming more stark, more acute. But Millie’s sexuality was dictating her desire to be humiliated more. In her mind she was asking herself what she had to lose? She was telling herself that there was no-one here that she knew from her normal world, and that no-one would know what she had done this weekend or what she had gone through. So she could just let her sexuality drive her like it was now. No-one she knew would ever know what she had done and once it was all over and done with she could just consign it to the memory banks - file it away as ‘done that, got the T shirt’. But poor Millie didn’t really have any idea what the effect of this weekend would be. She couldn’t know - there was nothing that she could compare it with that would allow her to know what the future held in store for her psychologically and physically.

Delicia had that skin tight leather catsuit on that accentuated her breath-taking physique and build and she was wearing tight, fitted knee length high heeled boots to underline her look even more and that boosted her height by a further six inches. And that was the sight that Millie had to crawl to. That was the sight, of Delicia’s booted arched feet coming closer and closer as she crawled to her. That pleasure was still there - that pleasure reaching the back of her clitoris and providing that throb but that throb providing an echo of a throb deep inside her nipples. She looked down at her tits, and she could feel the weight behind her nipples. She dipped her back as though trying to get more of that pleasure for herself and that forced her ass, and her dripping sexuality to be thrust back in full view. And her greed wouldn’t go unnoticed. But that echoing throb behind her nipples was incessant - it made them rock hard. It made them absolutely sensitive to Millie’s situation and to her sexual state. She looked up and Delicia was simply sipping from a glass of red wine. When the older woman sensed that Millie was ready to proceed she turned her head slightly and looked down at her. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at her. She didn’t prompt Millie to speak, she didn’t need to, the young girl had already been told what she had to do.

Millie first got down lower and this was a simple thing that she had to do and yet something that emphasised the humiliation that she was experiencing. She just had to ‘kiss’ each of Delicia’s boots. It was a simple thing - but that humiliation was something that was morphing into degradation for Millie and the oddest thing was that as that humiliation morphed into the more acute sensation of degradation, the pleasure that she was deriving from the device inside her seemed to be more intense, more pure and more undiluted. She crawled forward again this time her nipples dragging on the marble floor and she kissed one of Delicia’s arched feet in the boot, and then the other. And there was this little whimper from her - like a bubbling whimper or the hint of a sob. Delicia and Master looked at each other. They recognised that little sound. It was like a sound that they had heard before and one that they knew was a sign that this girl was feeling what she was supposed to be feeling.

“And now, slut, what do you have to say to Delicia?” That was Master, and for some reason the ‘filth’ of this scene, the devastating degradation of it for Millie, was underlined by the fact that this man spoke so well. It pointed to the fact that he was well heeled, educated and powerful even in the normal world. And yet, here he was speaking to a slut like her. That thought rang through the mind of Millie. In a way she wanted to get this over and done with so that she could leave. She wanted the weekend to be over and done with. But at the same time she didn’t - just when those thoughts were most prevalent in her mind, she got another series of sensations through that device deep inside her - and that meant that she wanted and needed to stay. She needed to stay so that she could get as much of that pleasure as she could. And maybe even get more of those orgasms - the kind that had already wrecked her mind. It was as though she was on a mission of self-destruction driven primarily by her sexual arousal.

“Please Miss Delicia, please will you show me the error of my ways by spanking me.” And even as Millie was letting those words pour from her red lips she was aware that she had been reduced to a different level. That word came to her, submission. She knew that she was submitting to this woman, to the two of them actually. But she was aware of more than that - she was aware of being more sexually aroused because of that submission. She was kind of realising that she was being sexually driven by the vibe and the ambience that this couple created. And the ambience was one that was dripping with her submission, and with her sexual arousal. She hadn’t been told to address Delicia as ‘Miss Delicia’ but the couple looked at each other and did a little bit of that silent communication - they liked it that Millie was being driven by her sexual desire - that she thought it the right thing to do, address Delicia as ‘Miss’ and there were these little smiles between them - little smiles of recognition, and a deeper gratification.

“But of course I will my dear. Now you just crawl up here, over my lap, and I’ll spank the slut out of you. What do you say?” and there was this expectation from Delicia - an expectation of a thank you from Millie which she was quick to catch on to. “Thank you Miss Delicia.” And there it was again. But now Millie had to face the fact that this was not just words and solo deeds anymore. Now she was faced with the physical task of crawling up and over this woman’s leathered legs and lap so that she could spank her. And this was enormous in Millie’s mind. By the time she was bent over forward over Delicia’s lap, there were tears. She wasn’t sobbing as such. They were the sort of tears that just came and came with no explanation. The sort that would have made her ask herself ‘what is the matter with you?’ Maybe it was the release of so much emotion. Maybe it was the realisation, even amidst all of that sexual arousal of what she was doing and what she was involved with here. There was the fact that Delicia ‘clamped’ Millie in place by lifting one of her own legs over the two calves of Millie. There was that acceptance that she was going to be spanked but there was no thought that she would be held so tightly by this woman’s own leather, and booted legs.

Delicia spoke to her before she began. “Just open your knees a bit. I want to see your slit as I spank you. I want to see your excitement at being spanked.” And Delicia was using words to further humiliate Millie. Suggesting that she was sexually excited by her own spanking - or would be. And Delicia letting her know that her ‘excitement’ would be visible to her as she spanked her ass. And then there was Master. Him standing, pacing the level one submission room and his eyes on Millie’s moon like ass protruding up from Delicia’s lap. One could try and figure out how this eighteen year old must have felt right at this point. How she felt even before the spanking began. But also how she felt knowing that her juices were in free-flow. That her juices were being produced by her sexuality and were clear for this couple to see. “This spanking is necessary Temptress. You cannot move on to level two submission until you feel the heat around your ass flesh. I hope you understand that?” Millie might have been wishing she would just get on with it. She was over her lap wasn’t she? She was just in stockings and heels and over this woman’s lap, bare ass exposed and she was positioned for a spanking. This woman didn’t have to speak to her anymore she just had to do it. But the words were important. Those words enforced the actions. And those words led into the actions.

There was a little gasp, a little sharp intake of breath as Delicia began to rub her flat palm over Millie’s ass. That was the first contact. Delicia’s hand was warm - it was very warm, very soft and gentle. And she rubbed Millie’s ass in its entirety after she had guided Millie’s knees a little wider so that her wet, slippery slit was easily exposed and viewable and then she clamped those knees like that with her own leathered legs. And that ‘rub’ of her flesh seemed to go on and on. “I do understand Miss Delicia, thank you.” There was the crush of Millie’s huge breasts as she had slid over Delicia’s lap, but then the hang of them over the far side of the leather thighs. And there was was that weight of her breasts, and that pressure behind nipples that were already solid hard. And that smoothing, rubbing attention that Delicia was giving with her hand was helping to ease the mounting feeling of pressure inside Millie’s mind. It was helping her to get into that special place. But then it was helping to arouse that sexuality as well. And she was aware of her wetness increasing. That could have been in her mind. Maybe she was imagining all of the worst case scenarios. She couldn’t see the pinkness of her own sex slit peeking back through the ass cheeks, but she was conjuring up images of what she must have looked like and the sight that she must have presented to this couple. Especially the sight she presented to Delicia who was having the closest look.

When that first slap of her ass wobbled her cheeks she let out a shriek. It was more of shock than pain. There was the sting of the slap but it was the firmness and the ‘penetration’ of that slap. Delicia didn’t just slap her, she didn’t just let that spank go, she pressed it in. She let the flesh of Millie’s ass wobble but then she pressed through the slap and held it right there - as though she every right to do that. “I think, with how much ‘wetness’ there is, that this is going to be a long night. It’s not going to be easy to spank the slut of you my girl.” And then the second slap hit and this was harder. “I’m sorry Miss Delicia.” Millie apologised just after she shrieked out for the second time. That was a harder slap right across the two cheeks of her ass. And the temptation or the instinct was there for her to move her legs, to spread them so that she could deal with the sting. But she couldn’t do that, Delicia was holding her tight with her own lower legs and thighs. The third slap, this time to one cheek and then a quick one to the other cheek. And then a rest. A rest in which Delicia simply ‘smoothed’ the ass flesh that was reddening. She was smoothing and pressing, and she was enlarging the area that she was smoothing with her spanking. It was like she was prepping the larger area - it was like she was simply preparing to enlarge the area of Millie’s butt that she would spank. Enlarging the target area so to speak.





CHAPTER EIGHT





“Miss Delicia - her ‘slut juices’ are splashing every time you spank her. That is outrageous!” That was Master - the nameless man who was along for the ride and who was a driving force for this journey. And if it was the intention to bring this young girl on a gradual journey there had to be a question mark over that. A few hours ago Millie was at a club with her friends, doing what teenagers did. And now she was over the lap of an older woman having her bottom spanked. “I know, I know sweetheart. It is beyond outrageous. But we’ll persevere with this, and hope that it works. Why don’t you pass over the paddle. You know that heavy leather, studded one that has proved very effective in the past? I want it ready to use.” Millie’s ass was a rosy red by this point, and that had all been inflicted with the very capable palm of Delicia. But it was clear that there was intention to move on to a more severe form of corporal punishment. “Of course my dear. There you go.” And Master was placing the said paddle within easy reach of Delicia. Delicious just smiled and looked at the paddle, longingly, almost in fact lovingly.

“Look darling, just look at this. It’s like a swamp.” Delicia was just parting Millie’s ass cheeks, holding them open so that the full extent of her wetness could easily be seen. Millie was sniffing a bit due to the warmth of her ass, but she was also sniffing knowing or sensing what the older couple were looking at. They were looking at the almost steaming swamp that was her sexuality. And when a real sob did come it was because if there was any time that she wished that she was not so sexually aroused, or aroused at all, it was now. But she knew it wasn’t the case and she was dealing with the humiliation of that. Being spanked like a naughty little girl, but being sexually saturated like some sex freak at the same time. This was Millie out of her comfort zone yes, but it was her out of her orbit as well. And she had been aware of the conversation about the ‘paddle’. She didn’t need to be explained to as to what a paddle was - she just knew. She thought she would be spanked, a few light spanks and then she would be taken to level two. Maybe she was realising that she hadn’t been taking this journey very seriously at all. Maybe the sexual thrills that she was getting had taken her eye off the ball and only now, when her ass was glowing a steady red, she was realising that she was in for a bumpier ride than she thought. Maybe now she would take it more seriously? Maybe now true realisation was washing over her.

Millie let out a grunt as the device inside her was turned up a notch. “We need to get all of that nasty juice out of you don’t we Temptress, hey?” And as Delicia spoke she did just that. She turned it up a notch and there was this immediate tensing of this girl across the lap of the older woman followed by that long extended grunt. “Yes, yes Miss Delicia, thank you Miss Delicia.” And Millie had agreed through gritted teeth as she tried to deal with the upturn of those sensations through hers sexuality. She was being vilified by this couple because of her sexual wetness as she was spanked and now her sexuality was being manipulated into a higher place. If the objective was to begin the process of making Millie feel guilty for her sexuality then that had already begun. This was just turning it up a little bit. Millie thanked Delicia like this woman was helping her and that was because that was how she was supposed to be feeling. “I like that you are thanking me Temptress. That is a good sign - a very good sign going forward.” And now Delicia was spanking her again. And this time her spanking strokes were harder, firmer and faster and she was working the same flesh that was already red as well as making the area bigger. There was a little ‘wriggle’ going on with her but Delicia was holding her firm with her leg clamped over hers.

Master had moved behind Millie and he was licking his lips. He’s always loved the spanking ability of Delicia. But then she had learned from the best. She had earned from him. He had spanked her, shown her what it was like to be spanked and then he had taught her the techniques that she used now so he was confident that Millie would be well spanked, or ‘well corrected’. He slipped a finger or two between Millie’s open thighs and collected some of her oozing juices across the two fingers and then her lifted them to his nose and ‘sniffed’ them. “The slut smells delicious Delicia. She smells delicious and I’m sure that she tastes it too.” And as he spoke he slipped those two fingers into his own mouth and quite brazenly tasted Millie. The words he spoke had been for her benefit not Delicia’s - oh yes, he had spoken as though to her, but his words were for Millie’s ears and it was his words that were filtering into the psyche of the eighteen year old now and those words were doing their bit to bring her into the place that this couple needed her to be or intended her to be.

Millie now was over the spanking part of this in the sense that she couldn’t be humiliated any more than she had been - she thought. She had felt Master’s fingers delicately collect her juices from her flesh and that had fed her desire as much as those sensations from the device deep inside her. “Did you hear that slut? Master said you smell and taste delicious. This is another man no doubt you have corrupted.” And there it was, an accusation. Just the first accusation surrounding Millie’s sexuality. First there had been the guilt trip - her being made to feel like a sex freak. And that she did still feel. And now her alleged corruption of ‘another male’. That was something that was new to Millie. Even with the sexual feed she was managing just to keep her thoughts on track - at least in short bursts she was. But this new thing - she didn’t understand it but she apologised anyway. “I’m sorry Miss Delicia. I’m sorry.” She was squirming over Delicia’s lap as the spanks rained down on her already glowing flesh. “Oh not yet you’re not sorry my girl. I thought this was going to be a simple journey down into submission for you. A gentle one and one that you could ‘enjoy’ and learn from. But now it is clear to me that this is not the case. Now it is clear to me that there needs to be a different type of journey to the one we had discussed. But that is good, you’re in the right place now and we have time to correct you before we let you go in a few days.”

Very cleverly, very cunningly the goal posts were being changed and they were being changed as the device was turned up another notch. As Delicia’s words were filtering in to her psyche, Millie spasmed with the extra pleasure and she was aware of squirting her juices back between her thighs and into open air. “Oh for heaven’s sakes Temptress, a squirt! For god’s sakes you ’squirted’.” Delicia wasn’t telling Millie anything she didn’t already know but she was verbalising it, and that was what hit Millie the hardest. It was emphasis of her squirt that would be telling on her mind the most. The obscenity of it. That fact that she had done it in front of this superior couple. So what does Millie do again - she apologises! “I’m sorry Miss Delicia. I’m so sorry.” And she meant it - she meant it in every sense. But for her that apology was being lost in the intense pleasure being fed to her clitoris and also to her nipples. “Like I said slut, not as sorry as you are going to be. It’s the paddle for you now my girl.” And as though to emphasise what she had said, Delicia adjusted Millie, she just lifted her a little, lifted her own leg, got Millie’s ass up higher and plumper and then she clamped her legs back down on her lower, stockinged legs to hold her there. And then she began the paddling.

And that paddling was another notch being turned up. Millie didn’t so much shriek as bellow. And this was where the strength of Delicia came into focus. Millie was fighting and struggling because it was instinct for her to do that. But Delicia was holding her down hard. There was nothing that Millie could do to protect herself from the paddle as it came down time after time after time. At first it contacted with that exact same flesh that Delicia’s hand had made red. And when she did that she was making it redder. But it wasn’t just redder, it was more angry looking. And very slowly she was increasing the area of ass flesh that she was paddling. And it was clear that Delicia had used this instrument before. She was comfortable with it, and she struck a pose with it. A stylised pose that saw her rise her arm, studded paddle in hand and then just hold it right there before bringing it down ‘hard’. And then she was repeating that pose and repeating that process. Her arm up, the paddle held at an angle and then down hard across the flesh leaving the increase in redness but also leaving little pock marks of the studs. Millie struggled but it was to no avail - and the way she screwed her face up told that the paddle was hurting more than Delicia’s hand had hurt her before. If she had been told outside that club that this was what she was in for then she would have surely run a mile? But now it was her sexuality keeping her there, and the heavy leathered leg of Delicia.

“Owww owww that hurts so much owwww please Miss.” those words just about escaped her lips but they were punctuated with tears and with almost a tantrum. “Please Miss, please miss what?” It could be imagined that those words would be delivered through gritted angry teeth by Delicia - but this was not the case at all. Far from it. It was more important to the older woman to retain her poise and her pose. It really was like that spanking pose and paddling pose were a rigid thing that she needed to do. Stylish yes, and severe yes, but something that she needed to do. She had to provide a striking pose for Master to look at. She had to hold and maintain that pose for split seconds before bringing the paddle down, and this was what she did. Her words were for Master as well - like the visuals and the words needed to be together for full effect. And Delicia delivered a quick succession of six paddle strokes and then she replaced the instrument where she would be easily able to retrieve it again. And now she was rubbing the red, almost inflamed flesh. “There, there, nice and warm for you. This is a good start for you. You’re doing well for a slut - that is a ‘new’ slut. We’re not done yet, but I just wanted to encourage you a little bit. Make it like all this suffering is worth it for you.”

“Thank you Miss Delicia.” Millie didn’t understand what Delicia was talking about. The throbs of sexual pleasure rising through her most private and feminine flesh were a constant now - there was no escaping them. For her to try to understand what Delicia was talking about was almost an impossibility. The only minute sense she could make was the added pleasure that Delicia was providing with her fingers to that outer sexual flesh - the saturated flesh. She was stroking Millie, very gently, very lightly and in complete contrast to what she had been doing with the paddle. And she was making Millie whimper a little bit. It was like a whimper of realisation that she was going to be made to orgasm in these circumstances. It was like the reality of that was hitting her but also the reality of what that orgasm felt like when it was granted. It was like she knew that she was going to be deeply, deeply degraded by this impending orgasm, but that also she could not let it go as well. Like if she had a choice that she could never refuse it. Those other orgasms were playing and replaying in her mind and she wanted to feel that again more and more. But it was like she knew once the orgasm this time was over that she would hate herself and so self-loathing would be added to the guilt and the deeper degradation that she was being inflicted with on an ongoing basis. But the thing was that Millie couldn’t know the full extent of a come down from an orgasm like she was going to be given. She couldn’t get anywhere near.

When Millie orgasmed on the tips of Delicia’s fingers she squirted again this time under high pressure that sent those juices further in that level one submission room. There was no thought that this could have been more romantic for her - it was a dirty and obscene scene and she knew that - but humiliatingly for her that made it better for her. It added to the pleasure for it to be so crude, and obscene. She was still over the lap of the leather clad ‘Miss Delicia’ and she was squirming through her orgasm. She was squirming and she was squirting because that pleasure was so intense, and it was so mind numbing. There was this energy that Delicia provided with the way she used her finger tips, dancing over the clitoral flesh and getting the most out of it. But at the same time that device was working Millie from the inside and that was sending pulses of pleasure through her flesh to meet the waves that Delicia was creating. And when they came together it was like tsunami of pleasure that built and built and built. And that was just it - it built and built and exploded, but it just kept exploding. It didn’t just explode and then roll to a stop - it was like when it exploded, it kept exploding - it came to a high intensity ‘boom’ somewhere, everywhere inside her and then it just kept coming and that was what she couldn’t work out in her mind. That was what was fucking up Millie’s mind the most.

Delicia just kept her fingers there, right there fluttering on and through the sex lips of Millie as she came and came. And it was as though this was the cruellest thing that she could do because it sucked the energy and the lifeblood out of Millie. It was more cruel possibly than any physical or corporal punishment and there was no effort in there at all. And yet again that enforced orgasm, or that orgasm that she was ‘giving’ Millie was again very visual, very stylised. It always seemed that Delicia was ‘posed’. It always seemed that she was the almost stiff, upright Grande Mistress of the proceedings. It always seemed that she had to ‘strike a pose’ that Master could see and that he could watch and appreciate. And in this instance she also had her leg still clamped over Millie’s lower leg. She still held her tight and rigidly as she sent that orgasm raging through this utterly attractive eighteen year old. There was that ‘bondage element’ to it. Introducing Millie to the orgasm element after the pain of the paddling - yes there was that, but there was also that granting of the orgasm at the same time as holding her down in this ‘face down over the lap way’. And she was holding her rigid and this would have been what was melting the mind of Millie the most. He not being able to move but also not having the energy to fight. Not having the energy to try to wriggle free.

It would have been easy for her to ‘think’ that she should wriggle free. It would have been easy for her to fight under normal circumstances. But this was a far from normal Friday night. It was more like the early hours of Saturday morning now - but she wouldn’t know. She wouldn’t be able to keep track of the time not with everything else her mind, and her body was having to cope with. What she had to cope with was that orgasm. Yes her ass was on fire. She could feel that even as the orgasm raged, and even as she squirted back. She could feel that fire in her ass, that fire spreading to take in all of her ass. But she was having to cope with more as well. What she didn’t have to cope with just yet was the come down from that orgasm. What she didn’t have to deal with just yet was when the orgasm just stopped and all of that pleasure was not there anymore. What she didn’t have to cope with just yet was the emptiness and the despair that would take the place of the orgasm. It was just the greed in her for now, eating up all that pleasure but wanting more - and more. It was ok when this was happening, when that orgasm was raging through her - she could deal with everything else then. But what about when it was taken away.

And that was just it, it was taken away. Just like that! “Urghhhhhhh God, God, God.” And that was like intense pressure and pleasure times a million had evaporated from her just like that. But because it was ‘just like that’ it was like she’d had a new born baby taken away from her just as she was bonding with it. She wanted it back. In the first instance she wanted it back. She wanted that pleasure, that dirty, slippery pleasure to be back right now. And those grunts she let out just exposed her almost primeval greed and hunger for it to be back. And right at that instance, right at that precise second that the orgasm was taken away from her, one look into her eyes and there would have been something feral in there. That would have been Millie, this breathtakingly pretty girl, this tall leggy, sexy girl at her most feral. But that wouldn’t last long. That feral hunger and need for that orgasm to be back wouldn’t last very long at all. Because then what would replace it was the ‘real world’. This would have been Millie coming down from that orgasm and into the real world within that world that Delicia and Master would have taken her into earlier in the night.

But now there was no orgasm - now there was nothing except the reality of what had just happened. Now there was nothing except her thoughts. And where during the paddling, and during the upbuild of that orgasm there would have been no way for her to think straight, except that she needed more of that pleasure, now there was none of that pleasure. The device inside her had been turned off - the orgasm had been taken away and all there was, was this reality that was baring down on her. All there was now was to face out what had happened to her and what was happening to her now.





CHAPTER NINE





There were no words that Millie would have been able to find, to describe how she felt now. It had been several minutes since that orgasm that had been given to her by Delicia had been taken away by one and the same leather clad woman. And the thing was that no words were spoken in those few minutes. Not a single word was spoken. Not one word uttered. Millie had been allowed to come down in her own time. She had been able, after that orgasm was taken away, to simply float down from that high of the orgasm and into the waiting pit of despair. And that was the thing, what was waiting WAS that pit of despair. And it was like that despair unfolded as gently as Millie floated down from that orgasm. And by the time it was all consuming Millie it was all coming to her. What had happened. What this meant. The questions, the self-loathing. What she had allowed to happen with this couple. How she shouldn’t have come to this place with them. How she should have politely declined that drink in the pub at the top of that side street. How she should have equally politely declined to be shown the three levels of submission.

All of that was coming to her and it was like Master and Delicia knew that all of this would be flooding her mind now and they were leaving her to that. Even Delicia had relaxed her grip on Millie’s lower legs but Millie didn’t move. She didn’t want to get up and face the world - she couldn’t! There was a noise, at first a soft sobbing noise and for some reason it took her a little bit of time for her to realise that the noise was coming from her. It took her a few minutes to realise that she was then sobbing bitterly. What she might not have grasped onto was the fact that the sobbing had been something that had only just started. It had been something that had just happened as those questions played and replayed in her mind. Another thought whizzed through her mind and that was that she wished she could remain like this, face down forever. She didn’t want to face the world. She sure as hell didn’t want to face Master and Delicia. But she knew that they were here with her. She knew that they were just staying silent. She could feel Master’s eyes on her. She could feel those eyes crawling up and down her saturated, dripping slit. It wasn’t squirting anymore but it was still dripping.

Millie moved slightly on Delicia’s lap, and there was still that gentle sobbing noise from her. “I know, it’s hard isn’t it, slut? It’s hard to come down and realise what you are, who you are. We know it’s hard for you. But now you know you can continue the downward journey.” That was Master and his voice was gentle again. Millie was at first shocked to hear his voice. There was no reason why she was shocked, she knew he was there after all. But now in all of this reality there was that voice and him. Somehow the reality of it all being underlined by his voice. And immediately in her mind she was trying to work out how to break it to this couple that she would not be going onto level two or three of submission. She kind of hung her head in shame and yet she was thinking of survival at the same time. She was trying to work out in her mind how she was going to break it to them. It was like she knew how much this all meant to them but that it didn’t matter because she was going to get dressed and get the fuck out of that place as soon as her pretty ass would take her. In her mind she was trying to work out what it would meant to this man and this woman if she made her excuses and left. In her mind she was wondering why she gave a fuck. She had come, she had tried it and now she was getting the fuck out of there. Nothing wrong with that after all!

She didn’t like the feeling of despair that seemed to be pressing in around her. She didn’t like the feeling of guilt, and she didn’t like how she was hating herself right at this point. Her mind kept wandering back to the intense pleasure and the pleasure all the way through the build up to that third orgasm. But then the wretchedness of it all once it was gone. She didn’t expect that and she sure as hell couldn’t have foreseen it. At some point she would have to climb up off Delicia’s lap and ask for her clothes and belongings so that she could go and get a cab that would take her home. And she was deciding that she would give it a few day, the rest of the weekend to get over what had just happened and then she would go find her friends and tell them all a load of lies about what she had done the weekend. She would make it all up, about what a fantastic weekend she’d had and that she couldn’t wait for it all to happen again. And she would get over this all on her own. She would simply wait in her mind to ‘heal’ and then one day soon she would flower again and she could consign this all to the distant memory banks. Maybe she could forget it, or maybe she couldn’t but she would deal with all of that in due course. She would work her way through it and come out the other side stronger for it.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She still didn’t want to get up not even to face the two people who’d made her feel like this. “There’s no need to be sorry slut. You are what you are and we are here to help you with that.” And it would have been right at this point, right now that she would have needed to begin to explain that this was not for her and that there had been this huge mistake and that she was going to leave now. But a series of highly intense pulses through the device in her reached the tip, reached the very tip of her clitoris and nearly made it melt into another orgasmic state. And Millie let out this huge, huge ‘grunting’ noise that was drenched in that despair that she had been feeling. Immediately those intense pulses had ground into her sexual nerve endings she had been taken right back to that needy, dripping state. And there was something more than obscene about that noise as she made it. There was something that was accepting but there was something that was core level filthy about it as well. “You didn’t think we were just going to let you go, did you? You need help Temptress, and you sure as hell ‘need’ to see and experience all three levels of submission. And the thing is that you are not even through level one yet.”

That was Delicia speaking and it was as though this woman knew of every single thing that had been spiralling through the mind of Millie. The guilt, the self-loathing, the decision she had made about leaving this place. It was as though there was nothing that she didn’t know. And it was as though she had zapped Millie’s sexuality at precisely the right time. There could have been a level of cruelty attached to that. This experienced leather clad woman could have kept Millie on a sexual high. She could have not allowed her to sink into that despair after the orgasm and then it would have been fine. And there had to be cruelty involved that she did let this process happen the way it happened. It was important for Millie to feel, really feel that desolation and despair and guilt after that orgasm. It was part of the journey for her to feel all of that. If she felt all of that godforsaken stuff, then she would appreciate the pleasure when it was back. And that was the thing, it was back now with a vengeance. It was back stronger than ever and she was grateful for it.

Millie lifted her head - her mascara was running down her face with the tears. But there was no sign that she wanted to leave that place any time soon. The ‘zaps’ had taken her right back in and one couldn’t be sure if she was richer for having experienced the downside of such pleasure being inflicted on her or not. For the couple - they needed her to have experienced it though. The reason they needed her to have experienced that low was so that she would appreciate the high that she was being taken back into. “There that’s much, much better now isn’t it slut? All of this pleasure making the rest of it easier for you. And that’s what we are here to do, make it all easier for you.” Millie was panting but she couldn’t work out not entirely what Delicia was saying - she was just getting over feeling that utter despair and now there was this pleasure back again and she was strangely grateful for it being back. But she couldn’t work out what this woman was saying - but now she didn’t have to - now she could feel herself producing that slippery oozing juice of hers and this should have mortified her but it didn’t. She hung her head again and let out a sob and she was aware now that her legs were trembling, shaking. “Thank you Miss Delicia. Thank you for all you both are doing for me. Thank you so much.”

For the life of her she would never know where those words came from but they did pour from between her red lips. “Aww you don’t have to thank me, not yet. You don’t have to thank either of us, yet. The journey, your journey is only just beginning my love.” And Delicia sounded sincere in what she was saying. There hadn’t been anything she’d said or Master had said that wasn’t sincere but now it was more so. This was an experienced couple - they were experienced fetishists, experienced perverts who would have known all about what was going through Millie’s head at any time - they would have absolutely known about how she felt after the orgasm and during that come down, and when in that pit of despair. And now out of the kindness of their hearts they had sucked Millie right back in. But now it was different. Now Millie knew what was on the other side of orgasm and she knew what to expect. She knew that there was a price to pay. She hadn’t been aware of that before but she was now. She’d had orgasms before but never ones that left her feeling so devastated after. But now she had and she was taking the experience and this knowledge right back into the rabbit hole with her. Delicia and Master looked at each other and smiled. Things couldn’t be going any better or anymore smoother for them.

“I haven’t finished with the paddle Temptress. There needs to be another session of paddling and this session of paddling had to happen after that orgasm and once you were back in with us, do you understand?” And as Felicia spoke she thumbed the remote control to the device again and began a series of random ultra-sonic reverberations through the core of Millie’s sexuality. The young stockinged girl just sucked in a sharp deep breath and let out an even deeper grunt. “Yes Miss Delicia, yes, Temptress, slut understands.” And the thing was that there was understanding in that voice. It was like a deeper understanding. Like she knew that this was something that she could not just walk away from and further than that, something that she didn’t want to walk away from. She knew what she knew now but that was just something else that she had to deal with now. Just something else on top of what she already had to deal with. Delicia and Master took another moment to look at each other and communicate the way they did in that silent manner. They would have been noting Millie’s language, the language of submission. That language being driven or being fed by the sexual desire that was back now. And they would have liked that. For them this was a positive sign that Millie was just about ready to be taken further in this process. But there was still some way to go in level one before they all three got back into that elevator down to level two.

“I’ll be paddling your thighs, all the way down to your knees slut. I will still be holding you but in addition I want you to stay as still as you are able to stay. The more still you are, the more we will like it. This pain is necessary because of what you are. Because you are one of those type of girls that respond to it. And because how sexually active your mind and body is. We can manage all of that dripping sexuality slut - but there is a price for you to pay. But I think you are beginning to understand that now, aren’t you?” And again Delicia was just adjusting herself on the chair and she was re-clamping Millie with her lower legs. “Yes Miss Delicia, thank you Miss Delicia.” And there was no doubt that Millie understood. She was beginning to understand the deeper concept of pain and pleasure and it was exciting her more. The ultra-sonic pulses being sent through her were helping her to understand. And this couple were keeping her on that sexual pleasure that she needed to be on so that she could be taken on that journey further. The thing was that she was understanding it from both sides. And because she was understanding it from both sides she was ‘knowing’ what she was being taken down into. She wouldn’t be understanding the extent of what she was being taken down into but she would be understanding what was happening to her at base level. And that was important. For Delicia and Master there was no point in turning a girl like Millie into a mindless sexual zombie. They COULD do that but then there would be no pleasure for them going forward. They had to know that Millie knew what was happening to her at any given time and that was the reason that she had needed to feel that orgasm and then the come down from that. All so that she could and would know what was happening to her in the future.

And in the immediate term she knew that her experience with the leather covered studded paddle was not over. She knew that there was still some way to go. Except now when that paddle came down hard, it did so below her buttocks and across the span of her two upper thighs. At least that was what happened for the first half a dozen of those paddle strokes. But it was almost like these were vicious strokes such was the hardness of them. Still Delicia posed them out - still she stylised them out as Master circled that chair. For him, he was getting it from all angles - he WANTED to get it from all angles. The pose that Delicia did - all upright and all high and mighty. And then that down-sweep of her arm and the ‘crack’ of the studded paddle into the soft thigh flesh of Millie. And then of course the ‘cry’ of Millie. The spanking might have started with her grunting and then proceeded when the paddle started with a crying. But this was more than a cry - it was like a desperate cry. And again for Master he wanted and needed to see that pose, that swing down of the arm and paddle in Delicia’s hand and then the ‘crack’ of it contacting with her flesh, from all angles and from all levels. Master could be seen to stoop, and then move and stand up taller, then down again as he moved around that chair. It was a bizarre. Bizarre sight in that level one submission room. It was almost as though this man, this Master was a predator circling his prey. And it would turn out there was more than an element of truth in that.

After that first half dozen strokes of the paddle, Millie was sobbing gently. That would be the best way to describe it, a gentle sobbing and Delicia put the instrument down within easy reach of herself. “I want you to open your thighs again now Millie. I’m going to release my grip but I want you to open your thighs and then I will re-grip your legs with mine. But you keep as still as you can, you hear?” And there was this puzzlement and pause in Millie’s sobbing. She didn’t want to hear how she had to open her thighs. That would mean the slipperiness of her sex slit would be viewable, fully again and that kind of irritated her psyche more than a little bit. She didn’t want to show that, although it was inevitable that it would happen. “Yes Miss Delicia, I hear you.” Millie had remained as perfectly still as she could have done during that first half dozen strokes with the paddle, even though she would never be able to explain how! “I’m going to paddle both of your thighs individually. I think slut thighs like this deserve ‘special’ attention, don’t you, sweetheart?” And Delicia was speaking as she picked up the paddle again. And now that Millie’s thighs were held and clamped by Delicia’s leather booted lower legs, there was very little movement available to the young girl.

Master moved around and now he was right behind Millie with his eyes firmly fixed on her peeled open sexual flesh. Her thighs were sufficiently open to allow her labial lips to roll back and reveal the very inner pink meat of that flesh. And then the paddling started again. To Millie this was a severe amount of pain that she had to deal with. The absolute inclination was for her to try to wriggle free from the grip of the leather sheathed legs and feet of Delicia but she couldn’t do that. Delicia was holding her tight but that didn’t stop her scolding Millie. “What did I say about keeping still. You are not to struggle, you are not to attempt to wriggle, you MUST remain still. Call this the beginning of your training.” Delicia was firm with her words. “Yes Miss Delicia. Sorry Miss Delicia.” And that was Millie, between sobs. But to ‘assist’ the young girl, Delicia turned up the device that she was gripping onto inside her and there was this immediate wet grunt that literally poured from between her deep red lips. And as well as that grunt there was this relaxation of her muscles. That tightness and that temptation to struggle and wriggle was not there anymore and it seemed the whole of Millie went soft and pliable. But Delicia simply clamped onto that softness harder and firmer with her own legs. This woman then proceeded to gratuitously layer on the paddle with an expertise and a firmness that belied her femininity and yet at the same underlined it along with the tight leather that she was wearing.





CHAPTER TEN





One could try, for a second to wonder what this was like for Millie, but there would be no answer to that. One would simply have to stand back and watch and try to sympathise with her. That paddle was raining down on the soft succulent flesh of her thighs - above the stockings and over them and this was causing a weirdness in the colouring of her flesh. Above the broad black stocking tops there was that harsh, burning redness and that existed beneath the stocking tops and then the finer, more transparent nylon of the stockings as well. But there was the nylon filter in place and it caused this weirdness. It dumbed down the harsh redness of the flesh but at the same time it amplified it and there would be this need in any bystander to just look at that flesh as the paddle came down time and time again. There would be this ‘need’ to look at those legs being paddled as though attempting to see the change that each stroke made. But then the bystander wouldn’t have enough eyes because there would also be this need to watch this older woman administering that paddle. Her pose, her poise, her elegance as she brought that instrument of torture down time after time after time. There would be a need to watch her as well - the nuances that she introduced. Her facial expressions, almost they were expressions of refined ‘joy’ as she hurt the young girl clamped over her lap.

There would be a need to watch this man as well, Master. If the scene was weird already then he simply added to that weirdness. This was like the odd couple at play in their own play space. The dominance of Delicia and then the quiet simmering dominance of this man. One had the feeling that despite it being Delicia who was inflicting the hurt on the young girl, it was him who owned this whole setup - that it was he who owned this whole scene. And as for Millie, to that bystander she would just be caught up in the scene. She would have been the young girl in the wrong place at the wrong time and it would have been her simply absorbing what this woman was doing to her. There was the delicious ‘wobble’ every time that paddle came down. The wobble of thigh flesh from the actual stroke yes. But then the wobble of her already red ass cheeks. It was a delicious continuous movement of young girl thigh flesh and derriere flesh and that caught the eye as well. But of course there were no bystanders - innocent or otherwise. All there was, was the three of them in this very meticulous and almost clinical scene.

And that was what it was, a meticulous scene of a young girl being shown the error of her ways - except she hadn’t done anything wrong. Even if she had, to punish anyone like this these days, in the twenty first century would be wrong. It would be criminal. And yet that kind of thinking, that kind of vibe was locked out of this place. It was like such thoughts were not permitted in here - they were not required, not permitted and so therefor didn’t exist. As far as this scene was concerned this was perfectly ok. It was perfectly fine for this leather clad older woman to be beating ten bells of shit out of the rear end of this young girl. And it was perfectly ok that the said young girl was sobbing her heart out as this beating of her rear end continued and progressed. It was like her sobbing was an intrinsic and acceptable part of what was going on. It was like barbarity had been locked out and in its place acceptance of what was happening as the norm. But there was no denying the highly charged sexual vibe. There was no doubt either that the young girl was suffering on several levels as well as dealing with a rapidly developing sexual addiction.

Of course she was because this scene was designed like that. Every time that studded paddle came down there was this shriek, or this ‘cry’ that sounded like it was coming from that very place called Hell. But it wasn’t coming from Hell it was coming from Millie. What was remarkable was that this woman, this Miss Delicia was inflicting her strokes identically each and every time. Her pose was identical - it was almost robotic what she did and the only interruption to that robotic systematic beating were the noises that Millie made. They could not be the same each and every time because it was effecting her on an increasing basis. There was nothing robotic about Millie or her need to try to absorb what was happening to her. There were the paddle strokes but there were also the sexual vibrations running through her. And this was where the conflict occurred. Just after the paddle stroke when Delicia was bringing her arm back up and holding it right there ready for the next one to come down, Millie was feeling that vibration. That was when it was coming on strong for her. Just as the act pain of the paddle stroke was dying back, there was the sexual pleasure. Millie was wishing that the paddle strokes would stop just so that she could get more of that pleasure. But of course in her mind she knew that this could not happen. She knew that the paddle was necessary. And the more that paddle rained down on her perfect young flesh, the more she knew, or the more she was accepting that she deserved it. She had to deserve it otherwise why would Delicia be doing it to her? It had to be for her own good, right?

But with that acceptance came the pure and undiluted wetness of her sexuality. That didn’t lessen between ultra sonic vibrations to the inside of her cunt. That wetness just increased so that she was dripping steadily, and when Delicia was in ‘pose’ mode, in that split second there were drips splashing on the marble floor of that level one submission area. But then as the stroke was brought down hard to her thighs there was the inevitable ‘splash back’ of her sexual fluids. And that kind of added another dimension to what was going on here. There was the almost clinically clean, immaculateness of this girl being punished in this stylised way and yet at the same time there was this obscene, and disgusting splash back of her juices. It was like some kind of sexual carnage that was happening but again it was ok for that sexual carnage to be happening. It was just that, because of the obscenity of Millie, she was less than this older woman - less than this older man.

There was like a distinct line being drawn there between them and her. She was the obscene one, not them. It wasn’t their fault that Millie was the way she was. It wasn’t their fault that she had to be punished like this. But punishing her was the right thing to do. That was the vibe of this space and these people. For some reason, to watch this scene, there would be nothing wrong with it. There would be nothing ‘out of place’. There would be the barbarity of an older couple doing this to a young girl but that barbarity was not out of place in this space. In fact it was acceptable in this place. It wasn’t just acceptable, it was ‘expected’ within the confines of these walls. And it was that expectation and that acceptance that dripped from the red velvet walls.

There was no telling how many times that paddle came down across Millie’s thighs. As though to get maximum impact, and the objective of making Millie open her thighs more was so that each thigh could be paddled separately. The first half a dozen had been across two thighs but then it had needed to be stepped up. There had needed to be more focus on each thigh. The paddle had needed to land on the backs of the thighs yes but also the outer and the inner thigh flesh. In short Delicia had needed to give Millie’s thighs a ‘good’ seeing to, and she had. But there had been no way of counting those strokes. Maybe it would have been easier to determine the time involved. But time was like logic in this space - it was almost like time had stood still and then some. The only way to determine how much Millie had been punished was to stand back, look at her ass and look at her thighs. And it was there that the answer would be found, in the visuals. And of course in the audio of Millie sobbing. Those thighs an angry red and those stockings in places ripped laddered and torn such was the effort of the paddling. But in fairness those stockings had held up well. For a long time there were no rips or tears, but over time and with the constant barrage of studded strokes, they gave way. That was the inevitability of it.

And in a way, the fact that those stockings had runs and tears in them, was a large indicator of the level of beating that Millie had received. If anyone would have been in doubt just from the redness of the flesh, then those tears and runs put paid to that doubt. But then there would have been that conflict again. If this girl had suffered so much why the level of sexual excitement that was obvious from her leaking, splashing, eager cunt? And maybe now there would be less sympathy for this girl. But it didn’t matter what any normal person thought - the barbarity was necessary. In this place, in this space it was necessary that Millie be subjected to this. One had to wonder if Millie herself had worked out that if this was Level One, then what the holy fuck would Level Two and then Level Three hold for her? Maybe this poor girl couldn’t be thinking that far ahead. Maybe she was just not capable of it.

One look at her face, and her eyes would tell anyone that. Her makeup was a mess and bizarrely there was her lipstick all perfect and intact. She hadn’t even nibbled at her lips during the paddling. One would think that would be the only thing she could do. She was already not allowed to move - and that had been hard for her to obey. She had been still and she had been helped with that by Delicia who had clamped her in place with her booted legs. Maybe that was why she didn’t nibble her lips and chip her lipstick as she was paddled, because she had been too focused on keeping still and too focused on that sexual pleasure? Whatever, her lips were perfect. It was just that they were trembling and they were cascading with her tears.

The paddling stopped as rapidly as it had started but Delicia showed no signs of exhaustion even if she could have been forgiven for doing so. From the first stroke to the last, every stroke was simply ‘hard’ and equally applied. And when she had delivered the final stroke she simply, calmly put the paddle down because she had not laid one stroke in anger - but she held onto Millie with her leg as firmly as if the punishment would continue. And then she waited for the sobbing to subside as though she needed to feel that tension through Millie for herself. That was some time - it took a little time for it to get through to Millie that she wasn’t being beaten anymore. And when that did get through her sobbing ebbed away to sniffles.

“Now, you understand that this had to take place don’t you slut? You understand that the type of girl that you are, NEEDS to be punished harshly like this so that she can appreciate the pleasure. This pleasure.” And no sooner had Millie stopped sobbing from the beating, she was being pleasured again by the device inside her. There was this filthy grunt from her again and then an expelling of air as she had her mind taken immediately off the pain and to that pleasure. And then she was making cooing noises as the device worked up inside her. Delicia still held her but she watched down as Millie was ‘squeezing’ herself around that device. She was watching as she was squeezing her thighs, hungrily and greedily getting all she could out of that device at the same time as she oozed and squeezed her own juices out. Delicia looked at Master and they smiled - they were each acknowledging that Mille was being greedy, and needy by trying to suck and squeeze on the device with her internal flesh. And that she was heading in the right direction for them - and that had to be down, and they liked that. It seemed that this was all heading in the right direction for this wholly odd couple. It seemed that this couple wanted to fuck Millie up and that in itself was a contradiction since at times they were doing it ‘for’ her. But at times like this they were doing it for themselves. There was this sinisterness about it all. Like a sinister that wasn’t documented anywhere other than here.

“Yes Miss Delicia, yes I understand. I understand completely.” And Millie was almost breathless with the pleasure that she was receiving. She was almost out of breath where just a few minutes ago she was sobbing her heart out. “That’s right, that’s right you DO understand. And you also understand that Master has his needs as well right? He’s watched you all night, watched you getting yourself off because girls like you need to do that. But now he needs to gratify his needs as well. Do you understand that as well Temptress?” And of course Millie was on to that. She was having her sexuality mauled and manipulated and she was right there with it. She needed another of those orgasms and now her greedy needy mind was working out that if Master needed gratification, then Delicia was hinting that he should have it with her. That was ok with her! She had wanted Master inside her from very early on in this meeting of the minds. “Yes, yes, yes Miss Delicia, yes I understand, Master has his needs and should be pleasured to the fullest.” Millie just about got her words out between grunts and other overtly sexual sounds. “Mmmm you’re going to be a good girl Temptress. You’re going to learn how to gratify both of us, eventually because that’s what girls like you do - you gratify your betters. But I want you to make sure that you do everything Master wants you to do, and that you do everything to please him. Do you understand, slut?”

That was what Delicia did - she alternated the names between Temptress and slut. And she did that so there was nothing of normality that Millie could cling on to. That as far as she was concerned both names applied equally to her. She was slut, and she was Temptress. But if Millie had the ability to think about things deeper then she wouldn’t really give a flying fuck what she was called. The pleasure was her friend now and this couple could call her anything they wanted to. “Yes Miss Delicia, yes slut understands.” Millie growled all lustily from the back of her throat. And there was further acknowledgement between the two older people that Millie was beginning to speak and refer to herself in the third person and that was a good thing for them also. That was another sign that she was going down, deep down. A person sexually needy, talking about herself in the third person was a sign, a good sign depending on which viewpoint one looked from.

But Millie hadn’t been thinking right for some time. If the truth be told, ever since the couple had begun talking to her outside the Graveyard club, her mind had been somewhere else and that had been on a sliding scale. She had been excited by this couple - sexually excited and she’d got that eventually. But once that sexual vibe caught her, it was like she was the fly in the spider’s web. So her ability to think, or think straight or logically had been removed over time. And by this time she simply wasn’t thinking straight. If this man, Master was to slip his cock inside her then she would have to take that device out - wouldn’t she? But she didn’t want that and in her fantasy mind she was being fucked by this man at the same time as that device was humming away inside her and again in her mind she could have the best of both worlds. But that wasn’t how it would pan out for her at all.

“The device stays slut. Master wants to slip himself inside your butt.” Delicia announced it as though she was announcing a walk in the park on a Sunday afternoon. In anyone’s world, their first anal penetration had to be a big thing. But for just a second it was like someone had pressed the pause button for Millie. Had she been able to do that ‘stand back’ thing she would have. Instead all she could do, still over Delicia’s lap was let her words sink in and tumble round her psyche. Delicia turned up the device, just to spur Millie on and of course that played more than a helping hand in persuading the girl that letting this man slide his cock up inside her ass was a good thing. Penetration was penetration, right? And that penetration had to feed that sexual need in her, right? There had to be something about it that would give her what she needed and already she was thinking that something different was good because it would excite her more and more and that would make her wetter and wetter. And now she wanted to be wetter and wetter whereas before she wished she was not so wet because of what that meant - because of what it implied about her - because it implied she was a girl of loose morals, a slut. “Yes Miss Delicia, yes please, will Master sink inside slut’s butthole - will he really Miss Delicia?” Millie was speaking as though she couldn’t believe her luck and as though this man was not already in the same room. But more than that she was speaking like she really needed this man inside her back passage now. It was like now, the idea was growing on her.

“Oh he’s going to be balls deep in your butt slut. And you are going to make sure you give him the time of his life, do you understand?” And now there was a little edge to Delicia’s voice as she lifted her restraining leg off the young girl and let her move a little bit. To an extent the deed had been done with Millie now. She was in the kind of head space, the kind of zone that she needed to be in, in order to indulge in what she would have to indulge in for the pleasure of these two people she had met only hours before. And that had to be a result. Again there was this silent communication between Delicia and Master. It was that they understood, they were on the same wavelength with what was going on here. Like it was somewhere they had been before maybe with another young girl, except this was different. This was different in terms of how they saw Millie as the ‘perfect’ one. How they saw her as the one they had been looking forward to for a long time. And that silent agreement between them that they had to work to make this the best yet. That they could only take Millie slowly to where they ultimately needed to be. What was clear at this point was that Millie was going to be taken down into level two submission, with her anal tract and her bowels pumped full of live semen.





CHAPTER ELEVEN





Submission Level 2



“You just need to kneel on the chair slut. Kneel facing the back. Kneel with your knees spread, back dipped and ass thrust back for Master. You need to ‘tempt’ him with how you look. Your name is Temptress after all. And your role is to please and pleasure.” Delicia was indicating to the chair that she had been sat on for the duration of the spanking and the paddling, and over which Millie had been clamped by her leather skinned legs. The instruction was simple but Millie looked at the chair as though it had just landed from another planet far, far away! She’d been weak on her legs and her heels and the device inside her had been turned up several notches. It was a case that she had to get her bearings again. She had spent god only knows how long, face down over Delicia’s leathered legs being spanked, and paddled and now she was on her tall heels again and getting used to the changing dynamic was something that proved to be like an ordeal for her in a way. The incessant throbbing behind her clitoris had now reached her nipples as well on a permanent basis and there was this thing that Millie kept doing - she kept stepping her weight from one stiletto to the other and that was a constant motion for her. She didn’t step once then settle. It was a constant thing for her to have to do - change her weight distribution from one stiletto to the other because of what the device was doing to her from deep inside. And that movement, that constant movement proved to be provocative like she was acting subconsciously to the sexual vibes that were wreaking havoc inside her mind and body.

“Good girl slut. Good girl.” Millie hadn’t verbally responded to what Delicia had said even if she did agree completely. Instead she had let her actions do the talking. It was like she had been trying to find a relief from that constant stepping and to do that she knelt on the chair by pouring herself all over it. She knelt and held onto the high back and then she let her huge, heavy breasts hang under her as she dipped her back and thrust her ass and pussy back. There was something about that vision - something about that image. There was something about how Millie looked. She looked like a ‘dirty girl’ and it was like she wasn’t pretending or trying to be anything else. This was a sign that somewhere along the line, at some very recent time, that device and that spanking and paddling and those orgasms she had been given had turned her into what was kneeling on this chair now. She didn’t just look like she was ready for Master to slip his cock into her ass, she looked like she needed it and wanted it. And that was the thing - it looked like she needed it badly. The couple, Delicia and Master took a moment to let their gaze crawl over Millie and the young girl would have felt that. She would have known that Delicia was measuring how she was doing with how good she had told her she would have to be. She would be measuring the effort Millie was putting in. And they both liked it. Millie was prose over that chair, kneeling and ready to receive. Her stockings were laddered and torn from the paddling but that added to the desire that both Master and Delicia had for her.

The thing about this world, the world that Millie had been taken into was that it was full of contradictions and full of fuck-ups. Millie had been built up to face the three levels of submission by this couple - and it was a huge thing that was epic. But arguably the taking of her anal virginity was a bigger thing. Except it wasn’t. When Master slipped himself into Millie there had been no pomp and no ceremony. He had used her wetness, which by this time was oozing from her again as she knelt in wait. And he had used that wetness to lubricate the enormous circumcised cock head and one had to believe that there was enough of that wetness oozing from Millie to do just that. And then in one firm movement, a thrust of his hips he was inside her.

There had been the scream from Millie - and it was a scream - as that massive bell end had penetrated past her sphincter. When that happened there had been the pain of the spasm but that passed quickly. Millie’s eyes opened wide almost bulging and she lifted her head to look right ahead of her as this enormous cock filled her and stretched her. And directly in front of her was Delicia who was looking right back at her. It was like the older woman had planned to be there right at the same time that Millie was penetrated anally by Master. This said something about Delicia. It said there had to be a level of deeper sadism inside her somewhere because she seemed to drink in that precise second that Master slipped past Millie’s sphincter and that precise second that it hurt the young girl. And she didn’t say anything - she just looked - she looked and she drank the sight in. She drank that pain in.

One might have thought that this man would then slip the rest of his thick, hard shaft of cock in slowly showing some care for Millie. But there was none of that. In one firm movement he slipped in balls deep and Millie gasped. And she grunted. Somewhere in her mind, deep in there somewhere, she would have been coming to terms with the fact that she was impaled anally on a huge thick, circumcised cock. And there would have been that period of adjustment needed in her mind as well as in her body. But there was this vibe that this girl would have to deal with that all herself at the same time as pleasing the man who was up inside her - that pleasing this man was more important than her pain and discomfort. Delicia made some adjustments to the device and how it was operating and this was so that both device and Master were working Millie in perfect unison. Millie had to get used to that at her own leisure as well, it was just that it had to be quick because she had this task to please this man because this man Master, had his needs and she was the kind of girl who pleased men, and woman like this couple. In a way she was beginning to understand this - and accept it - but not only that, she was beginning to be turned on more by the thought that she existed for the pleasure of this man, and woman. It was feeding her - it was feeding the core of her sexuality.

Millie let out a huge, extended wet groan that turned into a grunt. The cock filled her, stretched her, and then was sliding in and out of her. Master had his hands on her hips and he was using that purchase to pull his cock on the out stroke and as he did that there was this odd, almost obscene ‘tenting’ of Millie’s asshole as that cock slid out - and that allowed the entirety of her stretched asshole to be seen and marvelled over. And Master was using the ridge of his bell end as a stop. He was looking down and he was watching that little pull and that tenting of Millie’s ass and he was taking that in and then he was pushing the thickness of his cock back into her and there was this gasp from Millie - every time Master pushed his cock back into her deep, there was this extended gasp and this little grunt from Millie as she absorbed it. But there was more to it than that for Millie. That device was working her clitoral nerves and every single one of her erogenous zones including her nipples and she was deriding pleasure this way. It wasn’t just a mild pleasure that she was being given. It was a pleasure that was intense. It was a pleasure that was added to by that cock inside her ass. And she could feel her nipples tingling because they were so hard, so thick, so elongated by this whole experience. Having her ass fucked like this should have been a trauma for a young girl like Millie, but it wasn’t. And Master and Delicia shared another silent communication session - just a brief one where they each nodded before he went on to the firmer, harder ass fucking strokes.

Somewhere along the line Millie was getting used to the knowledge that she was deriding pleasure in this way. That she was ‘enjoying’ feeling her ass being stretched like this. Enjoying feeling the pull and the pull of her internal anal flesh as that cock pistoned in and out of her. She had help though, as much as that self-loathing would have been consuming her, so was the pleasure being fed from that device up inside her. It was like the delicious colliding of two worlds for her. The pleasure and the knowledge of what she was deep inside. She wouldn’t have been able to work out that her body was just being human, that she was just being human by reacting sexually to what was being done to her. She wouldn’t have been thinking that she was not doing anything wrong. The couple had planted the seeds in her - both Master and Delicia had planted the seeds that she was different to ‘normal’ girls and that they treated her accordingly and that she felt different because she was different. And so the longer into this process she went, the more those seeds would flower inside her mind. The more into this process she was taken the further away from the entrance to the rabbit hole she would be - and the darker it would get.

Millie ‘felt’ Master unload inside her. She was aware of the harder, firmer, longer strokes of his huge cock and she was aware of his increase in breathing. She was super aware of the swelling and the contraction of his cock head inside her and so she knew that he was about to offload. There was the fleeting thought of how she would be beyond despair if she was anywhere but here, and in anything other than these circumstances. If she was impaled in real life, normal real life that is, in this way then she would be disgusted with herself. She was now except she had the pleasure to help her through it. She was working that out for herself. That she couldn’t do this without the pleasure that was raking through her. She was coming to terms with the fact that she was beginning to need that pleasure in order to get through what she was going through. What she might not have been getting was the fact that she knew all of this - it would have been better if she had been in some kind of drug infested delusional state - but she wasn’t and so she had to deal with it all herself and she was having to do that at the same time as pleasure this couple. Somewhere along the line that seemed had been planted as well, that she had to please this couple. That it was beyond important that she pleased this couple. It was just something that she needed to do.

And so Millie squeezed herself around Master’s cock as he fucked her ass for these final seconds. She squeezed and she made all of those expected sounds that a drug addicted slut might make. She was linking it all herself - and she was acting accordingly. And then when she felt him explode inside her she amplified her wet, sluttish sounds so that it would enhance his pleasure and so that it would make his orgasm special. The thing was that she knew what she was doing and she knew deep down what she shouldn’t be doing. But, the grip that the pleasure had on her physically and psychologically was more than she knew what to do with. She just had to go with it - she just had to let go and she did. She felt that semen flood her anal tract and that knowledge, the knowledge that she could feel that thick live seed infesting her anal tract, enhanced her own pleasure. Delicia watched, and she took it all in. She watched her man with this young kneeling girl impaled anally on his cock, and she knew that his seed was flooding her. And more to the point, she knew what Millie was thinking. She knew how she was feeling and she smiled. Some of that smile was across her lips enigmatically. But most of that smile was inside, to herself as she squeezed her own thighs to get the pleasure of what she was seeing, to resonate through her own sexuality.

As Master unloaded, so Delicia delivered an orgasm to Millie. It could have been thought of as counterproductive - to ‘help’ the young girl through the actual act of having her young femininity flooded with semen like this. But that wasn’t how this worked at all. Yes it would soften it for her but at the same time it would feed her sexuality - it would help her to realise that she needed sexual pleasure herself to get through what she was going through. That if she got down deep and dirty that she would be rewarded for it. And that was what it was, her being rewarded for pleasing this man inside her ass. Her pleasing him and her being given that intense sexual pleasure at the same time. During her own orgasm she was paralysed with the intensity of the pleasure. And for this reason she squeezed herself tightly to the cock that was stretching wide her anal tract. And in doing this she was squeezing every little drop of Master’s seed from him and into her and even this thought excited her more and enhanced her own orgasm more.

“Tell us, how do you feel about yourself now, slut?” That was Delicia and her tone was curt. Millie wasn’t kneeling on the chair now she was standing in front of the couple and she was squeezing her ass, trying to retain the semen inside. In her mind she wanted to keep it in and not let it leak and ooze out. She was trying to prevent herself from the indignity and the pure undiluted degradation of it, even though inside she could have died already. There was no pleasure now being fed to the device inside her. There was no ‘help’ for her to get through this down time. All there was, was the stark reality of what had just happened and what she had just been through. All there was, were these two older people sitting, sipping red wine, looking at her. She was naked except for the laddered, torn stockings and heels and she was standing like she really wanted to, like she was almost tempted to cover herself up. But also she was standing like she knew that she couldn’t do that and that gave away her vulnerability. It gave away maybe how she felt about herself at this time. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry so sorry. I don’t know what’s happened to me.” And that was all she said. And there was this period of silence between them all. She had said the words and now they were just hanging there in the air around them all as she retained a semen enema.

“We expect girls like you to be this way slut. Why do you think we named you Temptress? This is an important step in you being shown the three levels of submission. It’s important for you to come to terms with who you are, what you are, and then the journey is easier for you to understand.” Delicia spoke softly, as though she was talking to a puppy who was in the process of being house trained. And this was not so far from the truth. There was still the ‘burning’ of Millie’s ass and thigh flesh from the beating she had received. There was no, almost fairy tale, delusion that she had been playfully ‘spanked’. What Delicia had done to her was beat her over a period of time. And that time had been extended and it had been prolonged. And now Delicia’s words were doing their bit to infest the psychology of this young woman a little bit more. “I know. I know but it’s hard for me.” And Millie looked at both Master and Delicia like that bemused puppy being housetrained. “Does this make it a little bit easier?” And Delicia had thumbed the remote control and was giving Millie a series of ultrasonic sensations that immediately lit up her eyes. And immediately as well there was that stepping from stiletto to stiletto. “Mmmmm yes, yes thank you yes.” And the thing was that Millie really was grateful. After Master had unloaded inside her and after her own orgasm when there was no more pleasure she was in the depths of despair. So now that there was some of it back, that was good for her. She was learning that there was indeed a way through it for her. That there was a way she could make it easier for herself.

“Now, we have to move on to level two submission Temptress. But before we do that, you have to let go of that seed inside you. You have to relax your muscles and let it pour from you. You won’t learn if you hold it all inside you. That applies to anything but especially it applies to this. You need to stand in front of us like this and you need to let it all go - show us what you did!” And Master spoke as though he was discussing an everyday normal thing but also in an accusing way. But this wouldn’t have been something that Millie wanted to hear. It was enough that this man knew that she was holding onto that load of seed as it was. But for her to have to let it go, the way he described, even with the renewed pleasure that she was feeling, was something that filled her with dread. What they now expected her to do was degrade herself in front of them and it was like if she didn’t then they wouldn’t show her level two submission. And for some reason there was this need, or this longing in her to see what level two submission looked like and felt like. Delicia turned up the device a notch and she let it hang there like that and then she turned it off so that there was nothing but Millie’s despair.

“That’s right slut, let it all go. Part your feet, and let it go.” And Delicia had seemed to revel in giving that order and watching Millie closely. She had seemed to bask in this ‘glory’ if it could be described like that. Millie flushed up because she was feeling the full brunt of the degradation as she simply let go of her anal muscles. There was the ‘fart’ - a wet dribbling fart and then the drip, the ooze, the gush of Master’s semen as it poured out of her to the floor between her parted feet. She didn’t look down, she simply stood looking directly ahead of her and over the heads of the two seated older couple so that it looked like she was looking at them. They knew how she had to handle this though. They knew how she was feeling right at this precise time. They knew but they stayed silent because they didn’t want to distract or disturb the degradation at its height. And that was the thing, Millie got the full brunt of it.





CHAPTER TWELVE





Not one word was said for a long time as that degradation was allowed to settle into the psyche of Millie. But then Delicia did speak. “Good slut. Now there’re fresh stockings for you. You must look immaculate for your arrival to level two submission, so there is also makeup for you. All you could need. I want to see perfection slut. I don’t want to see a sign in your eyes, or face, of what you have been through so far. Do you understand me?” The challenges for Millie were mounting. What she had been through so far, far outweighed what any eighteen year old girl would expect to go through in her sexual awakening. But now there could be no sign of that across her face. Having makeup to emphasise her stunning looks was a help, but it was also a hindrance in that makeup would emphasise her face and so she would have to add to that by ‘acting’ like it was all ok. “This will help you a little more slut. But what I want to see is a fresh canvas, do you hear me?” Delicia turned up the device a notch. Millie was processing it but mainly she was processing the difficulty that lay ahead. “Yes Miss Delicia, yes this helps so much thank you Miss Delicia.” And there it was, gratitude. and she was blowing out her lips as she absorbed the pleasure again. For some reason now the task did not seem so hard. Now that she had that pleasure, now that she had her ‘friend’ called pleasure, she felt she could handle anything.

There was very little sense of time. It could have been two hours later when Millie re-presented herself to Delicia and Master again. And she did look immaculate. And she didn’t show not even the slightest sign across her face that she was being taken through an ordeal. That pleasure was helping her though and she had needed to be a bit more liberal with the makeup. If she ever now or in the future asked herself how she had managed to keep her mascara hand steady, she would never be able to answer that. Maybe she just knew what she had to do. Maybe it was just all falling into place now. She was accepting who and what she was and that was a big hurdle that she had crossed. And she had her friend, the pleasure to help her - she needed that badly. And then she knew that she had to please this couple and that was important beyond words. And it had just been a case of her applying herself to the task in hand. Delicia had told her clearly what had been required of her and she had taken to the task and succeeded. The degradation was still there, the spank and paddle marks were fading a little bit, and all that had happened was now contained in her head - sealed and locked in her head. But that was the way it was supposed to be. Level one submission prepared her for level two, and level two would prepare her for level three. It was a process and she knew what was expected of her, kind of. At least in her diminishing state of mind she thought she was working it all out.

Millie would never rid herself of a mounting sensation of guilt though. In a way she wished she could just get lost in some drug fuelled binge that would make it all more surreal for her - not that she had ever taken drugs of any kind. But was the thought that maybe she would handle it better if she did. But then also the knowledge that she was ‘different’ to other girls and this was the way it had to be. “You look fabulous slut, just fabulous. And you certainly look like you’re ready to take on level two.” Slut seemed to be the favoured word used by Delicia. She used it like she was making a point each and every time the word slipped from her own stupendous lips. And such a negative derogatory term would work on Millie’s mind over time. “Thank you Miss Delicia. Thank you so much. “No pleasure now. You have to earn it in level two.” Delicia turned off the device and there must have been a grief like disappointment running through Millie but she could not show that. What she got was that she had to look happy to be being taken down further into submission. She had to be thrilled about it. There couldn’t be any disappointment at all across her face. She had been liberal with the lipstick, the foundation and especially her eye makeup. She looked ready for a good night out all over again. Except she was again in immaculate, expensive sheer stockings and heels and nothing else. Oh and despite the fact that the pleasure had been turned off, she was dripping. “I understand Miss Delicia, thank you.”

She did understand and she didn’t. Why couldn’t she have just a little bit of that pleasure to help her along? That bit she didn’t so much not understand as think it was unfair. But she couldn’t say that or show that. Besides she had everything else on her shoulders as well. The guilt, the knowledge. And now it was down to level two submission. The elevator was a cosy fit. It was designed for three people maximum. And this ride in that elevator was so much different to the first. The first trip they had all been pretty much strangers. There had been the tension and the anticipation, and the sexual excitement. But now it was different. They had been intimate - at least this older couple had laid bare Millie and her emotions and emerging womanhood. And Master had been more than intimate with her. His cock had been inside of her and he had offloaded his balls into her. He had been inside her bareback. And now he was standing close to her and there was the press of him next to her and the press of Delicia’s huge leathered bust into her back that she was aware of.

And yes, the smell of leather, she hadn’t noticed that before but in that slow moving elevator, there it was and that made her flare her nostrils. She found some comfort for some bizarre reason when she took in that smell. There was no sexual pleasure for her except her own throbbing clitoris which was impossible to turn off - but nothing from that device. So she sniffed instead, she sniffed that leather and that was a comfort to her. Something was better than nothing and Master and Delicia shared a silent communication as they recognised this. And then very smoothly, without any judder or jerking the elevator stopped at level minus two and the doors slid open. Millie felt the fingers of Delicia in her back guiding her, encouraging her to step out. But the first thing that Millie felt was the slight ‘pop’ of her ears. There was a whole different feeling down here. A whole new sense of isolation. There had been a hint of that on level one, but this was different. There was a sense of entering a vacuum now - as though level two was some kind of sealed pod. “Just breath slut, you’ll get used to it.” There was always this feeling, or this knowledge that this couple knew what Millie was thinking and what she felt. For some reason this feeling just existed. It was like there was nothing that this girl could keep from them. And that they were resident in her mind already.

It took a little time for Millie to get used to that eerie sensation of isolation. There had been a little bit of it on Level One, but not like this. The popping of her ears had thrown her completely. And there was this sense that this was the only place in the world. Yes, that - that the rest of the outside world had been wiped out and all there was, was this. Millie ran her tongue across the underside of her top lip and she pressed then rolled her lips in. “That’s right Temptress. Take it in. You’ve got maybe twelve hours or more in here before you are taken to level three.” Master spoke like he didn’t want Millie to forget that she was being taken on the full journey. His voice kind of pierced her focus on this new room - a basement of the basement. Even that was hard for her to get her head around - the little mews house she had entered god only knows how long ago, was this vast ‘place’. But the Knightsbridge mews was quickly fading from her memory already. That was like a different world away. It probably didn’t even enter Millie’s head that if she was honest with herself and if she had a mind, she was just a taxi ride away from her own home - the normal world. It probably didn’t enter her head even for a second that she could snap out of this any time she wanted and be taken back up into the living section of this huge house and then out into the mews and into a black cab. That she COULD resign all of this to history - just an experience that she had been through but that would be no more.

For sure, without that device her femininity was chewing on inside her, there was little to stay for. But she was beyond that point. She was beyond the point where she could simply walk out. She’d had a taste of what this couple could give her in pleasure now and in a way she knew that they were using it as a carrot and stick, just to keep her in line. But her mind was playing tricks on her. She SHOULD have snapped out of it and gone but she had been weakened over time. And that was key - that she had been met on that street outside that goth club and she had been worked on and weakened over time. The work by this couple had started the moment they laid eyes on the long legged sexy eighteen year old just leaning back against the wall smoking a cigarette. In that very short time the decision had been taken and the work had begun. But Millie couldn’t have known that. She couldn’t have known what was going through this couple’s mind, how could she? And she had simply been worked on so slowly, and so completely that really, by the time they left that pub, she was already fucked. And that was it, she was already fucked having experienced that one orgasm that she hadn’t know where it came from. She knew now where it came from though. She knew what that thing inside her was for now and she wanted more of that. Now, far from wanting to snap out of it and get the fuck out of this place, she wanted level two. She needed it. A little switch in her mind had been flicked and she was on board. One had to wonder would she live to regret that?

“This is about your tits Temptress. I’ve dealt a little bit, with your pert and inviting bottom, and your deliciously long legs - and that juice producing cunt of yours. But now we have to spend some time and energy on your breasts. They are another man-trap aren’t they my darling? They are another man trap that need to suffer a little bit so that you can be a better girl, a better slut.” And what Delicia was doing was furthering the guilt trip onto to Millie. She was taking her further down that road of self-loathing. That wouldn’t be evident at this point but by the end of the session in level two Millie would pretty much hate her best feminine assets. By the end of level two she would know, or be of the mind that she was only having to go through all of this because she was pretty and because she had long legs, enormous tits and an ass to die for. All the things that a young girl would pay for these days - she had them and she had to be punished for them. That penny would drop in her mind at some point. That she was being taken through the three levels off submission because she was this sexy young girl - a normal sexy young girl. Except she wasn’t normal was she? Because she had that sexual issue to deal with as well - that wetness, that constant sexual desire and greed and hunger. And yes there would be times when she would hate herself for it. It was something, one of the very few things that she could foresee. That she would be turned on herself to a degree. She wouldn’t know to what degree she would hate herself. Or how much she wished she didn’t have these tits, and these long legs, and that to-die-for ass. “Yes Miss Delicia, I understand - this is about my tits.” Except, did she understand, really?

There was no red velvet drapes and marble flooring down in level two. It was a little more basic, in a way. In a way, level one had to be welcoming - it was the first step, the first level after all and so it had to appear ‘warmer’ to the visitor, in this case Millie. There had to be something for her to be attracted to, something warm - and thick velvet drapes were that thing. A little bit sleazy, a little bit sexy, but something from the real and normal world at the same time that she had been able to cling onto throughout. There was no need for that down in level two. She had already passed the point of return - she had already, to an extent learnt the error of her ways, and she had already come to accept that she was in for the duration and that she would go on the whole journey. Level two didn’t need to hold any reminders of the normal world. It needed to be to an extent intimidating although not so much so that she could be snapped out of it. It needed to at least help Millie know why she existed and what she was in this place for. Bare stone floors, walls and ceiling were painted mat black. Just that, mat black. In the middle of the floor of this vast space was a contrasting, stainless ‘rig’ set up on a slightly raised platform, and it would be discovered that this rig would enable Millie to be secured in literally any position at all. It looked simple but was in fact very complex and very adaptable to all bondages situations.

That was just it. Millie may have heard about bondage, possibly. Teenagers these days came across it with ease on the internet. All of the little fetishes and kinks there in digital clarity for the world’s teenagers to see. And that would give them the feeling that they knew it all. Millie looked at this rig and already she kind of knew what it was for or at least half guessed it. Apart from being held tight by Delicia’s legs, she hadn’t been given a taste of bondage, not real bondage yet and so that was a huge step for her. A huge step down into what was like another viper pit on her voyage of discovery. “Take it in slut. Your new home for, well, for however long it takes.” And it seemed that Delicia liked to talk in riddles. Riddles that were relatively easy to work out. First it was going to be something like twelve hours that she would be in level two for. And that figure, twelve hours gave something to be measured by. But now in a short space of time that had changed to ‘however long’. And that had changed once Millie had been given time to take in the room and its contents. This was a sparse basement room with low ceilings. The only furniture was that bondage rig, and then rack and rack of ‘instruments’ down one wall. Millie scanned that wall and she swallowed dryly as she shifted her weight from one high heel to the other. Her heart missed a beat - so many corporal punishment devices. And other things that she didn’t recognise and wouldn’t know what they were used for, or could be used for. Nor would she know which would be used on her, or if all of them would be used on her.

And there was a cabinet - a steel one and that was also painted mat black. But this cabinet was locked and there was no hint as to what might be in it. If anything the cabinet which was floor to ceiling height gave off this intimidating air - it was kind of out of place there but at the same time, that it was there was something that gave off the chills. The older couple watched Millie taking in the room, and that cabinet and they didn’t disturb her. They wanted her to take it all in, they wanted her mind to go into overdrive. “Just make your way to the centre of the room, to the raised platform and simply wait for us there. You are free to walk, or crawl slut. It’s up to you.” And in that there were alarm bells for Millie. Was this a test - did crawling or walking hold different sways? Did they mean different things? Which should she choose? This caused conflict in her mind. She didn’t want confusion and conflict in her mind - that was something she could do without. Maybe they wanted to watch her walk with her swaying hips and that enforced slut-strut in that temptress way. She already knew that she had to please them both sexually. She had already done this for Master and there was still semen seeping from her ass as a result of that. But maybe she needed to crawl to show them her submission. Crawling after all was a sign of ultra submission and a sign of degradation to more superior people. So this was the choice that she had to make. Would she chose the wrong option and then be punished for it later?

It wasn’t as though Delicia and Master didn’t know what they were doing. It wasn’t as though they didn’t know about the conundrum they had set for Millie. But they didn’t rush her - they let her do it all in her own time. They let her make the choice and they showed no preference for either of the options. This was Millie’s first task down in level two submission and it couldn’t have been one that would set her on edge more. “Maybe a little bit of help for you slut?” And as Delicia spoke, she re-activated the device inside the young girl and immediately her eyes lit up. “Mmmmm thank you Miss Delicia thank you so much.” And there it was again that utter gratitude. And it was ‘utter’ gratitude for having the pleasure in her ‘switched back on’. That throb in her clitoris and her nipples had been there all the time, but it had been dumbed down in the background. And she was on a slow drip of juices constantly but that intense pleasure without that device was not possible. It was like that device had been applied as some sort of slow acting but highly addictive drug. And this was about the time it was taking its full effect. Now was the time that the device, the egg like device was coming into its own. Millie stepped her weight from one high heel to the other and her somewhat pendulous breasts swung with her. Now she was more conscious of her breasts because she’d had her attention drawn to them. She was aware of the weight of them, the swing of them as she moved. And she was aware of the thimble like nipples, hard, solid rubbery and erect, and almost black in colour. But she was going to have her attention drawn more and more to them. Oh, would she hate her breasts - would she loathe them more and more? Maybe!





CHAPTER THIRTEEN





Millie chose to ‘walk’ to the centre of the level two submission raised floor. In her mind she had been called Temptress and so she would be that temptress, and in her mind that was a logical thing to decide. Of course there was the question left of was that the right choice? But the sexual pleasure was driving Millie. The heels forced that strut and that strut caused her musculature to work the device in the best and most intense way regardless of what setting Delicia had used. And that sway of her enormous tits created added wet inducing pleasure in the base of her nipples. Millie took long, long strides because she had long legs enhanced further with the height of her spike heeled shoes and it was easy to see she was on a walk of self-gratification. “That’s a selfish choice slut. You’ve put your own pleasure over your submission. But that’s ok, we can work with that.” Master was smiling as though he was the cat that got the cream. And he had waited until Millie had arrived at the centre of the room on that raised platform before he had said anything. Now on top of everything else there was this in the back Millie’s mind. Master had left it as though it would be, or hinted that it could be taken up again at a later time. It was like it had been filed in the ‘to be continued’ tray and that was something that began very early to grate on Millie’s nerve endings.

“I’m sorry Master so sorry. Should I come back, and ‘crawl’ for you Sir? Please let me do that?” Millie’s tone was one of regret - that was the only way it could be described. But there was even some self-indulgence in that. Millie having taken the self-gratification option in the first place now seeking to put it right. “Oh no slut, you only get one chance. Wrong choices are dealt with in due course,” So in seeking to put things right, even with that selfish edge Millie was just getting it confirmed that this would be taken up later. She was having it confirmed that there could well be a price to pay a little later on during her time in level two, or later again in level three. Delicia and Master didn’t say anything else at first - they just took in the pretty breath-taking sight of Millie on that raised platform. She was obviously the type of girl that this couple went for. Her physique, her height, her impressive build were obviously assets that they looked for in the girls they took on this journey of the three levels of submission. One had to wonder how many they had taken on this journey. They didn’t say anything, they just watched Millie transfer her weight from stiletto to stiletto as that pleasure inside her began to cook her up again.

“When you’re ready, simply stand in front of the central section, and offer your breasts to the moulded cups. That’s all you have to do for now, slut.” Delicia seemed to ‘purr’ her words. There was something about the way she spoke these particular words that might tell anyone this was a favourite part for her. There was something that was telling that this level, level two was one of her favourites. Or that maybe she had devised this particular part of Millie’s journey, and that it was this that turned her on a great deal. Maybe it was because she was a woman and she knew that any journey, or part of a journey that involved intense and focus on a girl’s breasts would be very effective - that it would hit the spot as it were. Maybe that was it, that Delicia knew what button to press and which ones to switch off at any given time. And now the two of them, Delicia and Master watched Millie with her slightly awkward stepping on those heels, trying to negotiate the slut like stance that the heels forced, making her way to the centre of the raised platform to present herself to the moulded ‘cups’ that seemed to be floating in mid-air and upturned ready to receive the fleshy, succulent volume of Millie’s mammaries.

The couple could see the uncertainty on her made up face and they could see the effect of the pleasure she was being given by that device as well. There was something that told of the combination of positive and negative things, and the uncertainty that such a combination produced. It might have been thought that because Mille had been through level one submission, that she would take easily to level two. But it didn’t work like that - it didn’t work like that at all. Each level of submission was like a separate journey of its own. Together they made up the whole story, the whole journey, but each of the levels had their very own vibe, their very own feeling to it. And there would have been no chance for any kind of familiarity to set in. Some things, little things would be familiar but on the whole there would have been this whole new thing that she had to get used to, or become accustomed to. Her ears popped again, just at that point when she was standing in front of those ‘floating’ cups. And they cleared just as she bent forward at the hips and placed each breast into its own cup - and that was a weird sensation for her.

Millie might have asked herself why she felt the humiliation associated with this. With what she had been through already this was not such a big thing. She had been bare breasted for a long time now and she had felt this couple’s eyes pouring all over her, so why she felt this humiliation at putting herself on display like this right now escaped her. Delicia would know though - she would know that the focus, the intense focus was on her breasts, and that was it even if Millie didn’t realise it or know it. “Good slut. Now I want you to take a minute or two. Look down at your tits all exposed and presented the way they are. And I want you to formulate a response as to how you feel about this. Don’t rush. Take your time, we have work to carry on with, but we want an answer from you when we ask? Think you can do that for us slut?” Delicia in that tone again. And it was a tone that would tell anyone that she was backing this girl into some kind of metaphorical corner and enjoying it, “Yes Miss Delicia, yes I understand.” She wasn’t sure that she did understand of course but she was going with it anyway. She had no choice but to go with it, just like she had no choice but to absorb the pleasure as Delicia ramped it up again. There had been that little leg buckle as that pleasure was turned up several folds in intensity. Just that little falter in her step as she leaned forward at the hips keeping her tits nestled in the little cups.

Yes those cups. They may have been made to measure for Millie, but they weren’t made to measure for her tits. There was overspill of flesh and that added to the slight feeling of indignity for her. She was feeling that indignity the same as she was feeling the humiliation. It was as though her tits were now a separate entity, like pieces of meat that were cupped up and presented on this rack like device. This wouldn’t have been a sensation or a feeling that Millie would have been used to or familiar with. All girls, teenage girls were used to being on the rack to an extent. That rack where boys looked at them and treated them as sexual creatures. And where older men knew exactly what to do with girl like that. But this was different. This was a whole different level and it was something that crept through the core of Millie as she stood on that raised platform displayed like this. And she became aware of activity around her severely arched feet. “Part your feet slut, just slide them out until they are stopped by the guides.” Master was in the process of securing her feet. It seems that she would not be able to move her feet at all. In Millie’s mind it made sense - or it made the kind of sense that any girl her age might be able to comprehend. but she did as she was told, the slid her feet out, parted her feet until they were about two feet wide and this of course altered, or lessened her height just that little bit.

And this was filtering into Millie’s mind. She nibbled her newly glossed red lips as she adjusted to the changes. There was more uplift to her spilled breast flesh now and that meant that there was more pressure on that flesh. It was just that she could feel every nuance of every sensation that she was feeling. She could feel the leather straps being placed over her arched feet and then being buckled tightly. And there was the temptation to try to move her feet but she discovered quickly that there was no movement available to her. She didn’t have to try too hard simply because she couldn’t try too hard. “And now, slide your hands, around your hips to the small of your back - just position them right on your tailbone. They won’t be staying there but they need to be there for now.” Master again - maybe he was the Master of Bondage? And that was a word that popped into Millie’s head - bondage. It made her shiver a little bit to know that this word, this kinky word that she had come across before now was being applied to her. She tried to work out how she felt about that. She tried to work it out in her mind but all that happened was that the throbs in her clitoris and her now displayed nipples were intensified. She knew what submitting had done to her sexuality up in level one. There was no reason to suspect that it would be different down here. Indeed the only difference was the vibe - the very different journey that level two held for her.

Millie slipped her hands around to the small of her back, to her tailbone area and held them there. That enforced another completely different stance she felt, or was it just that she was feeling the tiny, tiny nuances that her time on this raised platform was enforcing? The next thing she felt was this man stroking her arms behind her. He was very gently stroking her arms. From the shoulders and down over her upper arms, round the elbows and to the lower arms and to the wrists and then when he got to the hands, he stroked each finger and thumb individually. And that gentleness that Master was using was introducing another conflict inside Millie’s mind. This was a man who had been inside her just a short time ago. A man who had ejaculated inside her anal tract. A man who had used those same hands he was now stroking her with, to hold her hips so that he could get the deepest penetration possible into her ass. And now he was using those same hands, those same fingers to stroke her very gently. That penetration had been brutal in many ways and now there was this gentleness and it was creating all sorts of confusions in Millie’s mind. And of course the way he was stroking her was sexual and Millie had her sexual arousal to deal with. She shivered as he stroked her arms time after time. She shivered as he stood behind her simply doing this to her. But then, when the stroking was done, once he had helped her to produce more of that wetness it was time to disable those arms and those hands.

There were steel cuffs first, attached to Millie’s arms just above the elbows. The cuffs were attached together via a short chain, and this brought Millie’s elbows together - not touching but with very little space between them. And that had made Millie suck in air. She was being made to bend and stretch in ways that she hadn’t before and so she was feeling the strain, and maybe she was feeling the brutality of strict bondage now very early in the process. Then there were the cuffs to her wrists and they were the ones that made Millie whimper for the first time. With just her elbows cuffed she could at least move her lower arms but now that was taken away from her as well. Now she couldn’t move her arms at all and the only movement available to her was a constant reminder that she was being debilitated, a little at a time. Master stood back once the wrist cuffs were attached as though he was having a look at his work so far. This was a man that ‘loved’ women and girls. He loved them to their core but he loved them in his own special way. He loved the way Millie was a perfect example of emerging womanhood, but he loved the way she looked as she was increasingly disabled. He loved the way her perfection was interrupted. Loved the way that interruption was ‘disturbed’. He loved that he could do this to Millie. He loved that her perfection wasn’t taken off her just that it was manipulated and distorted a little bit.

There was another whimper from Millie as Master then slipped the fitted supple leather sleeve over the cuffed arms of hers. It wasn’t enough that her wrists and elbows were cuffed. There had to be this sleeve thing. And it was this sleeve that brought another level of ‘tightness’ to the bondage. It was like the cuffs had been just the prep. It was like those cuffs had been required just to put the arms of the girl into the right position or the right state to be able to be fitted with the sleeve. That sleeve like a long thin tapering V shape that was then harnessed under her breasts, over her shoulder and then formed a collar around her neck. Master didn’t tighten it all up in one go. It had to be done in a series of moves, the sleeve itself was buckled and strapped in such a way that Millie’s arms would be brought together more and more. And it was the sleeve that would eventually prevent any movement at all. Where there had been minimal movement left with just the cuffs on, with the sleeve on and then fully adjusted and buckled, that little bit of movement would be taken away. But again it couldn’t be all done at once. It had to be a series of buckle tightenings - a little at a time. And it had to be one tightened at one part of the arms, then another and then another. And this would be repeated and repeated until all the straps and buckles were tightened to their fullest. And in those series of tightenings, the harness and the collar would be secure thus forcing yet another stance in Millie. And there would be straps and buckles that would play on her pressure points and those would be the ones that would feed her sexuality as this bondage adventure continued.

And as this process progressed there would be increasing noises of distress that came from Millie. These were wet noises of distress that would be allowed, she was on the journey in level two now and so some whimpering was allowed and indeed expected as the self-loathing set in. And for this reason Master didn’t rush the process of debilitating this young girl completely. He took his time and made sure that he drank in every little sound that she made as well as taking in every distorted piece of flesh that he worked on. “You’re going to look spectacular Temptress. You will be befitting of a Temptress being shown the error of her ways.” And Master even sounded proud of that as well as incriminating the status of ‘temptress’. But every word that he spoke filtered in to Millie’s mind and tumbled round in her psyche. “Thank you Master, thank you so much for showing me the error of my ways.” There was arousal and sexual greed in Millie’s voice. The tighter the bondage got, the more she was stimulated. There might have been the expectation that this wasn’t the case, but no. As the movement, or the ability to move was taken away from her, and as those pressure points were worked so Millie was having her sexuality fed and stimulated more and more. But for some reason there was this growing dislike of her tits as well. She didn’t know why exactly - but that was the thing, she didn’t know anything for sure. Nothing!

At the end of the sleeve fitting, Master stood back again and looked. He liked the way Millie, despite her growing inability to move her limbs, just stayed with her tits in those deliberately small upturned cups. He liked that even through what she was going through now, another period of uncertainty and anticipation, she was putting effort into maintaining her pose on this raised platform. He stood back and then he circled that central raised platform. He wanted and needed to take Millie in from all angles and from all the way around her. Delicia stood to the side. She was leaning up against a wall and she was watching and listening. To her, the noises that Millie made were like music to her ears. Master had his take on women and girls and Delicia had her own. For her, Master was just that, the Master of bondage and more advanced sadism. She loved the way he didn’t rush his art. She loved the way he was able to make a girl like Millie suffer on an increasing basis. Throughout this bondage in level two, he hadn’t made her cry out or scream at all. He had made her whimper yes and he had made her suck in deep breaths, but there had been nothing desperate, not yet. It belied what he was in fact capable of.

And this was what excited Delicia. There had to be the thought that she might have some sympathy or empathy for Millie. The empathy she most definitely had because she knew what the girl was going through - she had been through such a journey herself. Not the same journey but one that was similar. And over the years she had formed this opinion of other women and girls. She had formed her opinion out of what was left of her own mind after she had been on her journey. She didn’t have sympathy for Millie - she didn’t harbour or possess anything like sympathy for her. In fact, when she watched Master putting a girl through what he put her through she was ‘excited’ that is sexually excited by it. And it made her want to see more. It made her want to see Master put a girl, any girl, any woman through more and more. It would be no secret to know that Delicia produced wetness on a scale that was epic herself. She liked to use Millie’s wet excitement to humiliate and degrade her, but she knew that in that aspect she was no different. That she too was wet - just like those girls she separated into categories like she had with Millie - ‘girls like her’.

“Now, slut you will feel your arms being raised from above. Don’t fight this - just go with it. There will be a point at which it will hurt you, and you can express that pain, but just go with the pulley as it raises your arms, don’t under any circumstances fight it.” Master was simply explaining and describing to Millie what would be happening to her in a very short time. He was just allowing that little bit of information out so that Millie could think about it. So that she could anticipate and prepare herself as best as she could. Of course there was no such thing as advance preparation for Millie because she had to take it as it came. She had to go with the flow and for the large part this is what she did. And as she did that, so she was taken into another area - one of dislike of herself because of the sexual pleasure she was feeling - that she had no right to feel.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN





Millie might not have fought the pulley - she’d not even known what the pulley was at first, until there had been that sensation that her cuffed and sleeved hands were being ‘hooked’ into something that prevented them from dropping down. In fact which slowly raised them, and raised them and she didn’t fight that - she couldn’t. But she could scream out and that was what she did. It was odd, there was and had been this sense for a long time now that this couple were abusing her but in her mind that abuse did not reach to the arena of her experiencing real pain, until now. Oh there had been the spanking and the paddling. That had hurt but in a different way. With her hands and arms being hauled up behind her, her elbows touching pretty much in that sleeve, and that hook from the pulley above that raised platform - now this was like a serious pain that was telling her that could lead to serious damage. This wasn’t a spanking. This was serious bondage and then serious pain being applied with maybe a deeper message attached. And she was suffering like this because of her tits - she had been told that.

The way her arms were pulled out and up by this pulley made Millie use groups of muscles that she would have never used together, before. She couldn’t use her feet to alleviate the intense and growing pain because she couldn’t move her feet - they were anchored to the spot. So the only thing she could do was go with what was happening to her. There was this sense of her being hauled up, but ‘over’ at the same time. Her arms were being pulled up at an acute angle by some silent, motorised pulley and yet she was being forced to bend at the hips and therefore pressurise her breasts into those cups more. In her mind she tried to make sense of what was happening to her. She tried to detach herself in her mind so that she could ‘see’ what was happening to her, so that she could visualise it but she couldn’t do that because the pain got too much. She tried to bend her knees thinking that might alleviate the pain but that didn’t work either. She was trying ‘anything’. She soon learnt - she soon caught on to the fact that all she could do that might offer anything like relief was to scream out. It was like pressure being released from her when she did that, so she screamed and screamed.

“Try not to tense up too much slut. Your body, your arms will adapt to the pain - you’ll get used to the distortion, eventually.” That was Delicia and she spoke with a smile on her face. That screaming really was like music to her ears. One had to wonder was she hearing herself in these screams? Had she been through this herself - or if not this exact thing, then something very much like it? There could have been a sense in her that it was not her screaming now, that it was someone else, that it was Millie, or Temptress screaming now so now she could just drink it in. Now she could dare to enjoy what was happening to Millie because it was not happening to her. This couple were wholly odd in so many ways. This couple oozed a sadism that would not exist in normal life - and yet they exuded something else as well. Something that was not quite so easy to put one’s finger on it. Maybe a love for young girls like Millie. In a way that they ‘loved’ girls like Millie. That they loved Millie more than any of the others.

When the cups fell away and floated out of sight, Millie’s voluminous breasts were left to hang heavy under her. Her screaming had started to die down. It hadn’t gone completely - every few seconds there was this awful sound that came from her. It was like she was being woken up from a slumber to realise that she was still in this dire pain. But the urgency had started to die away. She’d tried to work out where the cups supporting, and over spilling with her breasts had gone. She tried to work out the logistics as though that would take her mind off the pain. But in the event it didn’t work. In the event it just made her more confused in her mind. It just made her mind more like mush than it had been already. But at least when those cups vanished from her breasts, the pulley stopped as well. That was something that she could be quietly grateful for. That was something for which she could take a deep breath for now. Except now she was in bondage like this and she was looking at the ground. Or she was looking at the raised platform on which she was anchored. She was looking at a point between her parted stilettoed feet. Her shoulders ached, and from time to time there was this shooting pain associated with her shoulders and her elbows. And when those cups fell away to leave the huge tits hanging and swinging gently, Millie was able to take a few deep breaths. It seemed that she had come through another phase of her journey but she still wasn’t aware of what level 2 submission would ultimately hold for her. Level one had been about taking her out of the normal world and introducing her to isolation. But she had been told that this was about her tits. That her legs and her ass had been shown the error of their ways and now it was the turn of her tits. But still she was still none the wiser.

Delicia and Master stood down off the raised platform - they wanted to take in the whole scene. They wanted to see Millie from a little way away so that they could see the magnificence of how she was now disabled and debilitated. And the sight of Millie did provide that magnificence. But it was also a disturbing sight. This poor eighteen year old girl, confused, in pain and her tits swinging under her. Level two might have been about her tits but at this precise time they were not suffering. The rest of Millie was suffering but not her tits, not right now and she was thinking about this herself. She was thinking that this didn’t make sense - that it, as well as other things didn’t make sense. But it didn’t matter what pain she could feel - she could also feel the eyes on her. She felt that nothing done to her would take away the sensation of this couple’s eyes crawling over her. The oozing of Master’s semen leaking from her hadn’t quite abated, and she was also left with the ‘open’ and stretched feeling of her ass. There was no chance, no matter how much pain she was in that the knowledge of having been impaled anally on Master’s thick, long, circumcised cock would fade away. So she was left with this gradually increasing feeling of ‘abuse’. She was left with this gradually intensifying sense of being abused by this couple. And that abuse was part of the journey that she had to go on. Delicia and Master stood back for a long, long time taking Millie in.

They listened to the sounds the young girl made - sounds of distress. And it was like they created this bondage and torture deliberately so that they could listen to and somehow capture those sounds for playing and replaying at a later time. And at the same time it was as though they were allowing Millie time to adjust to her new position. It was like they were allowing her to get used to it in her mind. Girls like her - that ‘this’ was what happened to girls like her. It was a chance for her to soak up all that guilt and get used to being treated, punished and tortured for being like one of ‘those’ girls. There was no doubt that the bondaged position was one that was designed to debilitate her more and more over time. It was one designed to allow her to think and to allow her space in her mind to do the maths of what was happening to her. And maybe there was the problem for Millie, she was able to do the maths of what was happening to her. The couple knew this. Both Master and Delicia knew that even through the pain, Millie would be able to ‘think’ and she would be able to come to conclusions and decisions. The decisions might have to wait though because she was not in control of anything anymore.

“Now slut - those tits of yours. As delicious as they are - and they ARE really, really delicious, they have to suffer. But not before we remind you. Not before we remind you that you are a sexual creature. Not before we remind you that you are one of ‘those’. And not before we remind you that this is why you are here now. This is why you are just about only halfway through the journey of experiencing the three levels of submission.” Delicia taking great delight in reminding Millie that this wasn’t the ultimate in her submission. That was to come and she was reminding her that there was more to come before Millie would be able to say that she knew what it was all about. Millie had been looking at the little nipples in the floor of the platform for some time and had not even been wondering what they were for. She had just focussed on those little steel things not even curious as to what they were. Little stainless steel loops just poking up from re-enforced rings in the floor of the platform as though begging to be gripped and pulled up. There we’re two of them, situated right beneath her down pointed nipples. And by this time with that pressure and weight of her breast flesh behind them, they were throbbing breasts. That throbbing pulling the invisible string between them and her clitoris.

But the ‘reminder’ was a upturn again in the pleasure being given to her by the device up inside her. But this time it was not just a notch or two, this time it was turned up a lot. It was the kind of pleasure hit that Millie would have been grateful for if she had been upright, if she had been able to absorb it as it was surely designed to be absorbed. Instead she had all of this pure pleasure being fed into the depths of her femininity and she was unable to cope with it - except she had to cope with it. She had no choice but to cope with it. When she ’squirted’ back from between her open thighs, it signified the level of pleasure but it signified her inability to cope with it as much. “You think girls like you should be free to roam the world, trap men and anger superior women like me?” And that was a question to ask - a question designed to take advantage of the fact that Millie was starting to get to know what she was supposed to be saying. And getting what the right answer was. But she hadn’t even answered the question as to how she felt yet - about all of this. The question asked by Master as he had begun the process of bandaging her.

“No, no Miss Delicia, girls like me don’t deserve ‘anything’ except what we are given by out betters.” And Master and Delicia liked that answer. They looked at each other and there were these smiles, these enigmatic smiles again. Millie had only just been able to blurt the words out through the continuous spasms of pleasure that she was receiving courtesy of the device her sexuality was chewing on inside of her. “That’s right. That’s right you don’t deserve anything except what we give you.” And there was this sneering quality to Delicia as she spoke. “But we don’t want to digress too much from the objective of this particular lesson now do we?” And by this time Delicia was back on the raised platform with Millie and she was running her well-manicured fingers over the prose flesh of the girl, and in doing that she was feeding the pleasure - enhancing it, and disturbing it at the same time.

Millie let out a little warbling cry that signified distress centred in the intense pleasure that she was receiving. She couldn’t move, but she could shiver, and that was what she did bodily as Delicia stroked her and as she stood in close to her, touching her. It was like Millie needed to be grateful for this closeness and this stroking, and she was. Millie feeling that because she was a ‘girl like that’ that she didn’t deserve this level of personal attention from this superior woman and that made for a bizarre state of mind that she was in. Like she couldn’t work it out - like she didn’t know how to behave or how to be in this situation.

It was when her nipples exploded in pain that Millie was brought right back down to earth, kind of, again. Delicia had been speaking to Millie but at the same time she was using her free hand to reach down to the little stainless steel nipples and she was pulling them up. This revealed that the nipples formed into little adjustable loops were spring loaded. That is they could be pulled up to reveal they were parts of longer wires that were wired up to strong springs that would always attempt to retract them if they were let go. In swift movements, two of them to be precise, Delicia fed one loop over one nipple and let it go. The steel loop simply adjusted around the base and the thickness of the nipple and then tried to retract in a ‘snap’ into its base on the platform. Of course it couldn’t. The spring first ensured the loop was tight and squeezed the nipples bases, and it was just that nipple, and the other one that prevented the loop from retracting back into its housing by pulling it, stretching it. Therefore the nipples took the hit. And the hit was instant and it was intense. And that hit for just a few seconds, maybe longer, the pleasure was drowned out with noise - Millie’s noise. Almost a sad noise.

This was the kind of pain that Millie could not have experienced before, ever. This was the kind of pain that she wouldn’t have known until now, existed. It was the kind of pain that made her scream out. And yes she screamed because of that pain but mainly it was a scream because she didn’t understand it. She could see what Delicia had done. She could look down and see those loops around the base of her nipples distorting them but she couldn’t understand how such small points of pain could be so huge. In her mind she was exploding with pain and it wasn’t until she looked and tied the two together in her mind that she understood what was causing this abominable pain. She screamed and she catapulted drool down to the platform floor on which she was secured. She rode the pain - and she had no option but to do that. She couldn’t go anywhere. There was the temptation, the urge to move her feet but she couldn’t. There was the urge to stand upright, and the thing was that she COULD have done that. She wasn’t secured in some form of barbaric bondage that prevented her from standing upright. The only thing that prevented that were the loops around and pulling on her nipples. To stand would have been to pull those wires more out of their cleverly intricate housing, and that would have undoubtedly caused her more and more pain. In fact, that would have caused her more pain that she would have known what to do with.

“You’re working it out, aren’t you slut? You’re working it out that you have to stay down so that the pain isn’t increased? I mean you wouldn’t want to be giving yourself more pain than you deserve right?” And that was Delicia again but there was almost this threatening element to what she was saying and how she was saying it. It was almost like she was telling Millie that it didn’t matter what she had worked out, that she would be getting more anyway. But it was like Millie was on top of that as well. It was like her survival instinct was at its fullest strength. “No, no Miss Delicia no, I deserve as much pain as You think I deserve. I don’t deserve to save myself any suffering at all Miss Delicia.” And again she just about managed to get her words out from between gritted teeth. And again she catapulted saliva down to the platform base. “That’s right my dear. You deserve what I say you deserve. No more and no less.” Delicia had got upright herself again now and she was standing in close to Mille and she was stroking her again. If it was her intention to confuse the senses of this young girl even more then she was succeeding.

“Your nipples will pull more and more and therefore hurt you more and more. A little at a time they will be stretched to their limits. You’ll be forgiven for thinking that your nipples are in the process of being pulled off your tits altogether.” And in a way as Master spoke her was inflicting torture in advance. In a way he was planting more and more seeds in Millie’s head. She could already sense, or feel the movement - or the pull of those wires. It was just a little bit - it was just mild - like a minor irritation. But what she was being told was that it would increase more and more. What she was being told was that she would be hurt more and more. There would be no more ‘surprise’ hurt - it would be a hurt that she was waiting for. It would be a hurt that she would be put into a higher state of anticipation for. And that additional anticipation, that not knowing when, would add to the pain that she was already feeling. “Thank you Master, thank you for telling me.” And one had to try to work out if this girl was being clever or if she was showing too much of herself in terms of working these people out and what they wanted from her and therefore falling into a trap that had maybe been expertly and totally set for her.

But that was maybe giving her too much credit. Millie was a young girl, a very young girl who was being taken on a journey that she could never have imagined in her worst nightmare. And she had everything to cope with that, that entailed. And whilst she would have got the basics or the fundamentals right about pleasing his couple, they would have been just that, fundamentals. They would have been the basics - saying the right things at the right time and learning slowly how to please this couple. But as for a deeper understanding to the point where she might have been plotting how to get out of this, and how to even turn the tables on this couple, no! This was a girl who was being taken along on a wave of kink. She was being overwhelmed by kink and although saying the right things at the right time were coming naturally to her, the rest of it she would just have to get through.

The rest of it she would just have to cope with and absorb. Right at this point, she was in pain, a lot of pain just concentrated in and around her nipples. But she was also ‘in pleasure’. Delicia had turned it up a little bit more and she had mixed up the different ultrasonic vibrations. But as well, she was on the point of turning against her magnificent mammaries. “You need to remember slut, you’re here, amongst other reasons, because of your tits. And you need to come to a conclusion about those tits of yours.” Again Delicia, and again there was this change in her tone. This time there was more nastiness to it. But despite everything she was going through, Millie understood what she was saying and already there was that self-loathing setting in. This time that self-loathing was directed to her beautiful breasts. But she had the worry as well - the worry of if her tits were going to be beaten like her ass and her legs had been beaten. Up to this point, beating had seemed to be Delicia’s preferred method of teaching Millie the error of her ways. He preferred method of teaching Millie the error of her feminine asset’s ways.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN





She needn’t have worried about that though. Not this time anyway. She screamed because it was all she could do. Her nipples were being pulled, stretched down, and her arms bound and secured behind her were being hoisted up. They were opposing forces creating the level of turmoil that Millie could not have known existed. She certainly would have never imagined such a terrible sensation. In her mind this pain would be coming from the depths of hell itself. This pain should have been enough on its own. Those two small point of pain, her nipples, and then the broader, more acute level pain from her arms, her shoulders, and her back. And that was the thing - her back, and her legs. She was forced into an unnatural stance and the torture was having it’s say on the rest of her body in an increasingly debilitating manner. Her long, long legs hurting from the tight muscles - her back, aching because of that slight knees bent stance. And the way her body reacting to those opposing forces was something that she could not get used to, or could not adjust to. But then she wasn’t supposed to get used to it, or adjust to it. She was just supposed to blame her tits, and she did, in her mind.

This was clever torture of a young girl. This was smart torture that was used to bring this breath-taking young woman down a little further. She was not having the fight beaten out of her - she was having it drained out of her. And there was the smartness of the torture. Those nipples stretched a little then the stretching stopping. Her sleeved arms and hands then hoisted above her a little bit more and then the hoist stopped. And it was like the couple did it a little at a time like this so that they could each listen to the screams that came from Millie. And there was more than a little bit of truth in that. But there was also more to it than that. The hoisting of Millie’s arms and the stretching of her nipples were turned off so that the pleasure could work it’s opposite magic on this young girl. There would be that almost deathly scream from her, and that would die down to be replaced by this low, guttural groan that came from the back of her throat. And that signified that the pleasure was there now. One had to spare a thought for this girl and what must have been going through her mind.

But that was just it, there was no telling what was going through her mind. How could anyone know what was going through her mind? Except maybe someone who had been through something like it themselves. Maybe Delicia had been through it herself - there was this look of recognition on her face. There was a smile, a giveaway to the enjoyment she was getting out of the suffering of Millie - but there was that recognition there as well, just a little nuanced look that told that she knew exactly what Millie was going through. And she picked the time when Millie was copiously producing juices from her hungry cunt, to talk to her and to in a way, reason with her. “You see girl - you see now why you are here going through the three levels of submission? It’s because it’s the right thing - that’s why. You do agree this is the right thing don’t you, slut?” Delicia had moved right in close to Millie and she was talking into her ear. She had to bend her own leather sheathed knees just a little bit to account for the new stance of Millie. And she was making it intimate between the two of them. As though they were having a heart to heart that was just between them. “Yes, yes Miss Delicia yes, this is the right thing. This is the right thing Miss. I’m a slut, I know that know. I’m a slut and I deserve to be shown the three levels.”

Delicia smiled and she licked Millie’s face wetly and that fed the intense sexual pleasure that Millie was being inflicted with already. She groaned wetly from the back of her throat as she felt the wet trail of Delicia’s tongue up the side of her face. Delicia liked it now that Millie was offering more than she was giving her - she was adding to the reasons that she should be here herself and why she was having to go through this. She was accepting what she was being told but at the same time she was offering more. Like her mind had been rewired. Now Millie wasn’t just being told what she was and what she deserved she was giving her own input - like she was accepting at core level what she was and who she was and what she deserved. Delicia thumbed the remote and Millie orgasmed immediately. It was almost as though she was orgasming on command. There was that almost obscene squirt back from between her cunt lips. But a closer look would reveal those cunt lips, and the inner sex meat of Millie was undulating as though it had a life of its own - as though it was breathing through this wettest of wet orgasms. And then there was the noise that she made with her mouth. As though she was being giving an intensity of pleasure that would not be able to cope with. The kind of pleasure that she would accept but that she knew that she could not cope with.

There was the trembling - like a bodily tremble that went through to the soles of her stilettos, and then travelled back up the core of her spine to the nape of her neck. That was her body’s way of coping with what was happening to it. At the peak of that orgasm no pain existing, just pleasure and Millie had to ride that out. She was like a junkie, knowing what she was feeling was bad for her but not able to give it up either. Then, the orgasm was gone again leaving this poor, poor girl panting and as though short of breath and leaving her cunt chewing and sucking on the device inside it desperate for that pleasure to be back there again. But then having no time to recover and her arms were being forced just that little bit higher again, and her nipples being stretched down just that little bit more again. And in the middle of trying to contend with the orgasm and the after effects of it, there was this scream that just had to come out of her mouth. And it did!

There was this ‘change of gear’ as Millie tried to cope with the differences between pain and pleasure. And this was telling. At the moment she knew which was which - that was because the pain was only moderate and the pleasure was intense. But there would be a different sound eventually - one where she did not know which was pain and which was pleasure. And one had to think that this was the objective of level two submission. Or that to introduce this young girl to the concept of not knowing the difference between the two sensations, was the objective of this experienced and somewhat sadistic couple.

Delicia stood back and her leather creaked as she altered her stance. There was a click of her metal tipped stilettos as she took a sideways step to get a better look at Millie. “That’s right slut, you lap it up. You take pain and pleasure because that’s what you have to do, for me, for us, because you want to please us. Pleasing us in the single most important thing in your life now. Submission to us and pleasing us is what you will learn to live for, and what you will achieve.” Delicia was licking Millie again and one had to wonder if the girl tasted ‘different’ in that she was in the throes of extreme pain now and not pleasure as she had been before? One had to assume that Delicia had become some kind of connoisseur of young girl’s and so it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch of the imagination to assume that she tasted slightly different when Millie was experiencing different, radically different sensations. Maybe she would need to taste her juices though in order to make a definitive decision as to which taste was the most preferable. If she was to taste the juices from the core of Millie’s sexuality at precisely the time the young girl was suffering pain or pleasure, then she could just savour them, and decide which was best, or how different they were from each other and that would indeed take a connoisseur, to be able to do that.

Delicia watched Millie for a little while. She was in no rush to continue to the next step. Delicia was having way too much fun, in her mind to be in a rush. She wanted to soak it up - she wanted to make sure that Millie’s despair dripped down the mat black walls of this place and that was the thing - despair was forming like a condensation on the walls and it was dripping down as Millie made the noises she made. Delicia thumbed the remote control unit again and Millie was sent into immediate orgasm. There was no build up - just the absolute pleasure that seemed to come from nowhere. Such a change in sensations and tortures must have served simply to twist the mind of this girl a little bit more. There was a wet grunt, and then a groan that came from Millie and yet if anyone, her friends for instance, who knew this girl could hear that noise they would swear down that it was not Millie who was making the noises they were hearing. They would be in disbelief that their friend could make such sounds. They would wonder what could make any living thing or person make these sounds that were almost inhuman.

For sure, this was not the Millie who had been picked up off that street outside the Graveyard night-club - for sure this was not the same confident carefree girl who pretty much strolled through life of her own accord - the same outgoing bubbly, beautiful girl who was breath-taking to see, to know and to be with. This was now a girl who was in the throes of being shown another way to get through life. She was being shown a more challenging way to get from one second to the next - from one minute to the next, one hour to the next, one day to the next. She was being forced to focus on the two things that she had never had to focus on before. She was being forced to focus on the kind of intense pleasure that she didn’t even know existed. And she was being made to focus on the kind of pain she couldn’t have imagined existed as well. It was like everything else had been taken off her. And in a way, everything HAD been taken off her.

For this time - for the time in this place, all that was important, all that she had to focus on was that pain and pleasure. It was like everything else had been erased - just rubbed out and didn’t exist anymore. This was what it had to feel like for Millie and it was what it had to BE like. This had to be the way it was supposed to be. It had to be what this couple, this odd, stunning couple had intended and that had to be a bad thing. That this couple could choose a random girl off the street, take her back to this place and do this to her. But what was ‘this’. There was no label attached to what they did. This was their idea of ‘fun’. This was what they did in their down time. This was their hobby. Maybe even it was their lifestyle.

And the thing was that Millie didn’t even know their real names. She knew Delicia which definitely wasn’t her real name, she had said as much. And there was ‘Master’ who had no real name even hinted at. And neither of them had slipped up and used their real names. This was something that added to the fucked up anticipation angle of this encounter. The anticipation had been there all the time and had just been ramped up expertly, gradually and completely. There was no sense either, of whether Millie felt ‘in danger’ or not because her focus now was so much on that pain and pleasure. And maybe this was the way it was meant to be as well. It was as though this couple didn’t do anything or achieve anything with Millie by accident. It was all meant to be - it was all part of the process. It was all happening as a preordained thing. Just like the three levels of submission were all there, set in stone - so was Millie’s path set in stone. At least it was now.

And outside now it was daylight again - but which day? There was no easy way of keeping track of time. Certainly Millie had long since lost that sense of time. Her body clock had been fiddled with on a huge scale. Delicia and Master though, they would know what time had passed and how much time they had left. They would know what they had left to do. And yet, still there was no urgency to what they did and how they did it. Master simply watched Delicia work the girl. He did a lot of that. At some point he would need to be sexually relieved again and there, for some reason, was no doubt that Millie would be the one to provide that relief. She had been told as much. She had been told what she had to learn - and what she existed for - for the pleasure and pleasing of her betters. And there was that in her mind. There was another blood curdling scream as her nipples were stretched just that little bit more. And then a follow up scream as her arms were hauled a few millimetres higher behind and above her. The couple didn’t seem concerned about noise leaking out into the central London air. They knew that level two was sealed for sound. They knew that they would not be disturbed by concerned neighbours - or nosey neighbours, or do-gooders.

Delicia’s eyes seemed to roll in their sockets as those screams erupted from Millie. It was like she was feeding off those screams. And those screams which resulted from very different forms of pain, were themselves very different. It was as though the torture was playing an instrument and Millie was the instrument. The leather clad woman would wait for the screams to die down and then she would take the opportunity to speak to Millie. In a way she was taking the opportunity to ramp up the girl’s experience. In a way she needed to ramp it up so that Millie was ready to be taken down to level three. But as well so that she herself could further her own sadistic tendencies. “That’s right slut. Those sounds you make, those screams are almost, just almost, just right.” Lines like that were a bit of a riddle, especially to a head fucked Millie. But as Delicia spoke so she gave Millie another orgasm and it was the young girl’s turn to roll her eyes as another wave of mind altering pleasure was sent through the core of her femininity. There was that wet guttural groan, and then the moan that told of the arrival of the orgasm. And there was the degrading ‘squirt’ back of Millie’s juices sent from between her cunt lips under the greatest of pressure. But the thing was that the degradation was at this point way over Millie’s head. Her being degraded in this very visual way would have been the last thing on her mind. It wouldn’t have even registered with her at this time. She had been through degradation up in level one - that had been when it got to her. But things had changed so radically since then, she had been taken down so much more that the only person, or persons able to see her degradation now were this couple.

And they did see it. They saw it because they created it. They created the degradation that Millie was going through and that she would continue to go through. Created that hunger and that need in her as that orgasm flashed through her. As it flashed through her yes but also as they held it there, at that peak with the help of that device that Millie had made her own inside her now. And that was the thing. That was the addiction right there. That device inside her, working her sexual flesh, reaching all of her erogenous zones and making sure that in her mind she wouldn’t be able to exist without it. That was the thing - Millie’s addiction. Really it was an addiction that she wouldn’t be aware existed at this point. She wouldn’t be aware of anything logical now because she had been taken out of that logical space in her mind. Or, she’d had the logic taken away from her. That addiction that came from that egg shaped device was something that was embedding itself gradually. But it wasn’t something that was just gradual, it was something that was ‘complete’. It was a complete addiction that Millie was being inflicted with and she didn’t even know it. The couple knew though - Master and Delicia knew what they were doing. They had known what they were doing from the word go. They had sent out to pick up a young girl, they had the type of girl in their mind and Millie had been perfect. And they then set about changing her fundamentally. They set about changing the core of her femininity - they set about changing how her mind works. And they set about beginning a process that would inflict that addiction that she would probably never recover from.

Millie trembled and moaned through that orgasm. The way her eyes rolled and the way she was unable to focus would be telling the couple everything they wanted to know. Everything they needed to know, and they talked openly in front of Millie as she rode that orgasm. “She’s almost ready isn’t she? She’s almost ready for level three. I want her down there so badly. I want her to finally know what it’s like to be one hundred percent submissive, one hundred percent addicted, and one hundred percent fucked.” That was Delicia - she knew that she could talk freely because Millie wouldn’t be able to comprehend let alone understand a conversation that was happening right in front of her. Her focus was squeezing as much out of that orgasm that she could. Her greed and her need were the most important things in her life right at this point. She wouldn’t be seeing it like that. She wouldn’t be understanding that she had been turned against her own values. That she had been turned into this ‘creature’ that had been rewired. That is, she wouldn’t be understanding that yet. She wouldn’t be grasping onto the reality of what she was going through, or what she had already been through yet. That was something that she would be faced with when she was taken down to level three submission. It would be there that she would be forced to face herself, and be made to know what she was now - and what she would be going forward. The beautiful thing for Master and Delicia was that this girl was fucked up already and she didn’t even know it - but a more beautiful thing was the fact that they would be able to tell Millie - that they would be able to spell it out to her, what she was now, what she would be in the future and what all that meant for her. And then they would be able to sit back and watch as it all sank into Millie’s psyche.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN





Submission Level 3



It was a simple fact that talking to Millie when she was in such dire need of sexual orgasm was pointless. Trying to talk sense to her when she was so needy and hungry, and greedy was literally pointless. Just like she had needed to be focused on that pleasure and those orgasms so that the addiction could be inflicted, so there had to be ‘nothing’ to distract her when she was being spoken to. The pleasure would have to be taken away, and the ability for Millie to pleasure herself had to be taken away from her. She had to be taken so far away from her own sexuality and her own sexual pleasure that every word spoken to her would be heard and understood. There would be nothing to distract Millie from what was being said to her. There would be nothing to give her that pleasure and nothing to feed it. The addiction was already there so there would be need and there would be desire that would keep her on edge. But the orgasm and the intense pleasure would not be there and that would ensure that she would listen to what she was being told. It made sure that she would hang on to every word in case, just in case, some of those words would provide an opportunity, or promise that she might orgasm again.

Millie would in fact display the traits, all the traits actually of being an addict. And with her new-found clarity, with her new focus on words, and what was being said to her, she would know all about her own addiction and she could exist in that knowledge and in that despair. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t know the predicament she was in because she would. She would know everything. It was just that she wouldn’t know how to, or whether to, handle it. But first, she had to pleasure Master again, in that same position, on that rig, her bent over, and her mouth available for him to slide his cock into - and this is what he did. And he made the most of her moist mouth and her full lips and he eager throat. He fucked her mouth, fucked her face but not for too long. Just enough empty his balls - and what Millie did, she did all she could to pleasure him, because that was what she was for.

Taking Millie off the level two bondage rig had been an event in itself. This was a girl who had been through turmoil during hours and hours in the presence of this couple. When she was eventually standing upright, she still seemed bent out of shape. It would take a while for her to be able to recover from that time and to stand upright and she had the taste of semen to contend with as well but for some reason that wasn’t too bad. Her nipples remained stretched and erect - they looked beyond obscene and those nipples, as well as looking tortured, looked like they were being stimulated all of the time. Certainly that invisible string between nipples and clitoris existed and was being pulled and cajoled. And then yes there was her clitoris which had been a tiny bundle of eight thousand nerves, neatly tucked away under a fleshy hood. But such had been the stimulation of those nerve endings that they were hanging out of the hood now all swollen, and slippery and dripping with her produce. “Uh, I don’t know what’s happening to me - I’m sorry.” There were the stumbles, and the long splayed, stockinged legs and she swallowed another mouthful of spent semen taste.

The couple had spent a little time taking the sight of Millie in, still with her arm sleeve and cuffs on. “Oh don’t apologies, you’re doing well slut. We think you are ready for level three submission. Do you think you are ready?” And that was straight talking from Delicia. She had turned off the device and Millie was left with trying to get some friction from the device herself. Of course she couldn’t get anything from it. The longer the enforced pleasure had been working on her the harder it was for her to pleasure herself. That wouldn’t stop her trying though. She was squeezing on it and she was giving that away in her facial expressions. Master began unfastening the sleeve and loosening it off. That way Millie would be able to get her balance back. She would be able to at least stand in a more normal and natural way then.

“Yes, yes Miss Delicia yes, yes I’m ready for level three. Yes please Miss Delicia yes please.” And there was a certain amount of desperation in her voice. It was like she was desperate or hungry to be taken to the new level and then assuming that she would be allowed more pleasure down there. There might have been a dread for the pain - there was still that distinct difference in pain and pleasure at this time. But the benefits of feeling that intense pleasure were outweighing the agony of the pain. “Hungry, aren’t you slut? I can tell you are hungry and that’s a good thing. But you know, the ‘toy’ inside you - that has to come out of you for the journey down to level three.” And Delicia stopped right there so that Millie could process the words that she’d just said. “I don’t, I don’t understand Miss Delicia, it has to come out of me?” Millie all of a sudden looked like the frightened little girl she should have looked all the time when with this couple. She had understood exactly what Delicia had said even though it was like she was asking for clarification. Maybe she had not understood properly? Maybe she had it wrong? But deep down she knew what Delicia had said and she knew immediately what that meant. She had grown accustomed to that thing being inside her. It had become as though it was part of her physiology. And she sure as hell understood that to take it away would affect, or remove the pleasure she got from it. That it might make it vanish altogether. And then what would she do?

“Yes slut, it has to come out of you. You have to ‘learn’. When we go down to level three, it’s about you learning that creatures like you are not normal. And where you won’t understand that, not fully at the moment, without pleasure, or without ultimate pleasure you will learn the truth of you.” Delicia was revelling in her own words. It was as though she needed any girl that crossed her path to see these three levels of submission. “You can give it to me now. Sit with your legs spread open wide and simply ‘push’ it out into my hand. I want you to expel the toy from you - I want you to give it back to me. I only loaned you it - it is mine after all. I only gave it to you for a short time so that you could ‘begin’ to learn. And now you have more, much more to learn.” Delicia spoke softly but there was an edge to her voice. If there had been more volume to that voice it could have been called nasty. But the volume was so low - it was so low that it couldn’t be called nasty, quite.

Delicia had pointed to the edge of the raised platform as though telling Millie where to sit so that she could spread her legs and expel the device inside her. And again there was that immediate look of fright on Millie’s face. “Can’t I keep it in, please Miss Delicia, please?” And there was this begging quality about that line from Millie. And there was more than a sense of Millie not being willing to give it up. “Yes you do. And I am not going to take it from you, you are going to give it to me as I have describe already.” Delicia wanted to see signs of that addiction for herself and she was. She was seeing signs of addiction far beyond what she could have expected and this pleased her. She watched Millie struggle in her heels at first, and then she watched her get down to the platform level and sit - the sleeve and the cuffs were gone now, discarded by Master. But there was a reluctance to open her legs. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed or degraded to be opening her legs like this for this woman - she was way past that stage. But she didn’t want to give up the device inside her and she was showing traits of that addiction that might see her resort to anything in order not to give it up. She was showing signs of selfishness and of deviousness - traits that she never possessed as ‘Millie’.

“If you want pleasure slut, you have to give something up first. If you want any hope of having more orgasmic pleasure in the future, indeed if you want to see and experience level three submission then you will open your slut legs and ‘push’ out that toy to me, NOW.” And this time Delicia did raise her tone and volume just a little bit on the nasty side. She meant what she was saying and there was no debate to be had. “If you think that was pain you had just now, I can show you REAL pain. ABSOLUTE pain. Now open up and ‘push’.” And she meant that as well and those were words that were getting through to Millie. If she didn’t give that toy inside her up then there was a chance that she wouldn’t feel that orgasmic pleasure again. And that she would feel worse pain than she had just endured. She was working it out in her mind. She was doing what an addict would do - she was doing the maths. She was working out the quickest and easiest way to her next fix. But it was the high of orgasm that she wanted to feel so badly. And so she sat and then she spread her legs like a ‘good girl’.

“Just hold it right there, don’t push, not yet, just hold yourself right there.” That was Delicia and it was as though Millie had just struck the optimum pose - one that she had been looking for in a girl for a long time. She was sitting up straight, her muscles were getting used to being free again, and there was a concave arch in her back, and there was a push back of her shoulders so that her enormous breasts thrust out in front of her. And at the tip of those breasts were Millie’s tortured, stretched nipples. And they were thick, elongated and hard. And if one looked closely then there was also a micro trembling quality to those nipples. As though they had a life of their own yes - but also as though they were begging for some kind of attention. Like they were little animals in their own right, just wanting to be loved. And there was this thin film of sweat that seemed to cover Millie in her entirety, certainly that would be understandable given what she had been through. She had been through a test, and ordeal, of physical and mental stresses that she would never come across in her normal life so it was understandable that she was sweating, just a little bit.

But Millie held the pose, she slipped her newly free hands to her hips and she spread her legs. And in spreading her long stockinged legs she was exposing herself. She was exposing the private secret flesh of her sexuality. And that exposure was like an underline to a new status that she had been introduced to. She was smooth, hairless of course and her pussy lips were swollen and puffy. They were this way one had to suspect because of the amount of sexual attention that she had received and the amount of sexual attention that she was craving. But then one had to look closely again at that sexual flesh. The swell of the outer labia was rolled back and there was the swamp like pinkness of the inner flesh. And that flesh was literally oozing out her juices in little waves that seemed to be timed with Millie’s pulse.

To say that this girl was a striking sight would be something of an understatement. She was a striking sight plus. Both Master and Delicia stood back just so that they could take her in. That pose was one of those still photographs waiting to be taken. It wasn’t of course. There were no cameras, or no recording equipment in this place. There was nothing that happened in this place, that would consign it to the archives. What happened in this place stayed in this place and simply became micro parts of the memories created. Some might say that this was a good thing but then some might question it. Fetishists liked to create images, and trophies. Millie could be deemed a trophy for this couple and yet there was no means of recording her, not moving images and not still images. And from that there might have been the question why?

Delicia got in for a closer look. She went down and sat as though on her own heels. She wanted to see, to witness Millie’s ‘alive’ sexuality from in close. She wanted to see that undulation of the flesh, and that roll up and down the length of that slit. She wanted to be so close that she could smell her and taste her even. And there was this feeling Delicia wanted to taste Millie. Not that she just wanted to taste her but she wanted to taste her at this precise moment in the process that she was having a huge hand in taking this girl through. Delicia’s nostril flared and then they twitched. She was right in between the spread legs and she was sniffing. Yes that was what this magnificent woman in her own right was doing. She was sniffing the air in and around the sexuality of this young girl. It was like she was tasting a fine wine but in a fetish way. She was taking short breaths but she was taking deeper ones as well and she was holding that breath as though it contained the taste that she wanted.

Millie whimpered, correction, Millie cried when she felt the tongue of Delicia scoop up the length of her slit and then back down. The older woman was parting the sex lips of the girl just a little bit. She needed to part these chubby swollen lips a little so that she could scoop up the sex juices onto her tongue, so that she could taste them - so that she could savour them. There was no reason, not a visible reason why Millie cried. But a look into her mind would tell anyone that she was being ‘grateful’ that this woman, this obviously superior woman was being kind to her by licking her like this - even that she would soil her tongue like this on her sexual flesh was something to be grateful for. Millie was so far into the process that she already looked at herself as being ‘less’ than these people. She already felt less than she thought she was all the time in the outside world. She had already been shown what she was, she had already been shown how she needed to be treated by her betters and she had bought into that. She believed it. So to feel the fleshy wet tongue of this superior woman scooping up her sex juices like this was to Millie, like a huge and monumental show of kindness to her. And it was that that made her cry. This was the early signs of being fucked for Millie - for being truly fucked.

Delicia did savour those juices from Millie and as she did that her eyes rolled. It was like she was getting a fix of her own. It was like she was getting a high of her own. She held the scoop of sex juice in her mouth for some time before there was that roll of her throat to signify her swallow. And then she let her tongue out again and she scooped the excess off her lips. She ran her tongue the full width of her mouth and she tasted again - she savoured again. This was something that this woman lived for. That was clear to see. It was clear to see that Delicia was in some kind of zone of her own at this time. That this was what she lived for - to have a girl of Millie’s age and type at this point in a process that she’d had a huge hand in devising and fine tuning.

She pulled back as she gave a final lick of her lips. “Now, slut, push! Push that toy out of you, give it back to me.” And instruction was simple. It was so simple that even a girl with the level of mind fuck that Millie had suffered could understand it. Millie rearranged herself. She stayed sitting and she stayed with her legs wide open at the hips. But she was sitting so that she could ‘push’ and she started to push slowly. There were tear streaks that had taken mascara with them, down her face and her own nostrils were flared, and her eyes rolled in their sockets so that she was looking up. And then she began to push - then she began to expel that device up inside her.

There were little grunts that she made. Little gushes of air as she tried to choreograph her abdominal muscles, and her toiletry muscles so that she could push this egg thing out of her. She didn’t want it not to be there anymore and that was written over her face. There was this sense that she was having a baby taken off her - like a new born baby that she was being wrenched away from. There was this sense that she was actually giving birth to something that she didn’t want to be parted from. And yet at the same time there was this sense that she was desperate to please this woman and this man. Master was watching from the side-lines. He did that a lot - just watch. The only slightly sign of him being excited was when the first sign of that egg came - the smooth rubber surface of that egg forcing its way through the swamp like mush of Millie’s cunt - not when it was all out but when it was partly out and then Master licked his own lips. Her looked, he zoomed in, focussed on that very intimate private flesh of Millie and he licked his lips.

Delicia watched as well, she stayed down on her own heels and she watched. She draped a hand over Millie’s thigh and she encouraged her, “That’s right slut, give it back to me.” And she was holding out her free hand, positioned palm up so that the egg could plop into it. But Millie pushed slowly. It was as though she was reluctant yes, but it was also like she wanted to make this an event for this couple. It was as though she wanted to impress them. And to impress them she had to slow down the birthing process of that egg. She had to control her muscles and she had to control her pushes. She had to reveal a little of the egg at a time. She had to push and then stop, push and then stop. And Delicia’s eyes got wider and wider as she became increasingly impressed with the ‘talents’ of this girl. It seemed that at every juncture, every milestone with Millie that they reached, this couple were more and more sure that they had chosen the right one for this particular journey. “That’s a good girl, a final push now, just one more and put that toy back into my hand. Do it right now slut.” Delicia’s voice was almost like a whisper. But it was a horse whisper - and an almost there whisper that Millie responded to. The egg kind of ‘peeled’ out of her cunt. It kind of revealed itself and then paused before literally plopping, saturated and coated in Millie’s juices, to the waiting upturned palm of Delicia.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN





That was a moment. That moment when that egg landed in the palm of Delicia’s hand. She didn’t squeeze her fingers around and grip it straight away. Instead she just held it up slightly fingers and palm flat. She held it up for Millie to see and for Master to see. But mostly for Millie to see. Millie tried two work out how she felt. She would have felt like she had been wrenched away from ’something’ but she would know that the egg was just a thing - just an inanimate object that had been up inside her all this time. All the same she felt emotional. Those orgasms, all of them were still fresh in her mind. They were more than fresh in her mind. It was like they still lived in her mind. There was nothing that could dumb down the effects of those orgasms even though they were spent orgasms. And with that egg now not inside her this made Millie more emotional. It made her even more emotional to watch Delicia bring that saturated egg to her mouth and begin licking ‘her’ off it. It was almost something that was overwhelming for Millie to watch and be part of. The superiority of Delicia and Master had been established and so anything, anything at all that they gave back to her was something that was huge for her. She didn’t want to disappoint them. For some reason she just did not want to displease them. It was like that something had been woken in her and now she was exactly as this couple wanted and needed her to be. But at the same time she wanted that egg back inside her.

Delicia licked and consumed all of Millie off that egg and she looked right at the girl as she did it. There might have been the expectation that Millie’s legs would have closed up slowly now that the egg had been given back. That now that she didn’t have that background pleasure of the egg being given to her, that she would have come to some semblance of sanity and that she wanted to save what little, if any of her dignity was left. But that wasn’t how it went down. just because the egg wasn’t there didn’t mean that the desire wasn’t there. She had those orgasms living, literally in her mind and she had that desire for them to be back again. And she had the slow dripping ooze of her natural juices slipping between the roll back of her swollen sex lips. She kept her legs wide open as though she was seeking to impress more but as though she was seeking more sexual pleasure as well. Maybe at this point it was clear that Millie was fucked in comparison to how she had been before. Maybe this was the first real sign that this girl had been, and was being changed through the core of her femininity.

It would become more clear though when she was asked by Delicia how she felt now that she didn’t have the toy inside her and now that she had been through two levels of submission. The older woman asked the question and then she stood back. It was like she was not expecting there to be an immediate response because she knew that Millie would need to formulate the answer in her mind. She knew that Millie would need a few minutes maybe to get her thoughts together. And there was this knowledge that she had that told her that Millie needed to please her with her response. And that was what was scary in a freaky way. That Delicia and this man knew what to expect from Millie at any given time. and so they knew how hard that question would be for her to answer. But they gave her the time, they gave her the space to get her mind as close to right as it could get under the circumstances. And inside Millie’s mind she was absolutely committed to not disappointing this couple. She was conscious that she had not yet been shown the third level of submission and she was conscious that the third level was the ultimate level. And that she could not say the wrong thing for fear of not being shown that level three. She was super conscious of the fact that at this point she could lose everything - that she could lose the one thing that she had agreed to come on this adventure for. She needed the three levels of submission and not just two levels.

“I’m not gonna lie, I want it back inside me. But I know that it’s yours not mine. I know I don’t have any rights to it, or to anything. I feel like I have been taken on an adventure but one that isn’t done yet. I feel ‘grateful’ to the two of you for showing me what you have shown me and taught me. I feel like I have suffered for you, and I have orgasmed for you. But at the same time I feel like I haven’t suffered or orgasmed enough, if that makes sense?” And she stopped there as though she wanted Delicia and Master to absorb what she had said so far. “Well you’ve got that right Temptress. You HAVEN’T suffered enough, nor orgasmed enough for us yet. But then that will always be the case. It will always be a case that it is never enough.” And it was Millie’s turn to absorb the words. This may have been the first sign, the first hint that Millie’s journey would not simply end once she had been shown level three of submission.

Delicia had said that it would always be the case that she had never suffered enough for them and that more than hinted that this was something that would go on and on. And for some reason that pleased Millie inside. She was beginning to formulate the opinion inside a fucked up mind that she didn’t want the journey to end - that she didn’t want to come to the end of level three and then be thrown out onto the streets. And part of that was what was worrying her - it was like a little dread that had formed in her mind, that she would be used like this and then just thrown out onto the street and that was part of why she needed to please this couple - that she would do anything to please them just so that they would not simply discard her after. “Do you want to continue. Are you ready to continue to level three?”

Delicia asked the question as though she was not in the least concerned as to how Millie answered. But that could have come from the knowledge that Millie would do her utmost to please OR that she really did not care either way. It was part of the game for this couple to make Millie needy and make her want to please them - part of that ‘treat them mean to keep them keen’ mantra. “Yes, yes please yes, yes I am so ready, yes, yes please show me level three.” Her answer this time was quick and that was because she didn’t need to think about it. She didn’t need to formulate her answer. It was simply a direct opportunity for her to say it as it was in her mind. And there was that needy submissive tone to her voice, and her pleading. There was more than a sense of desperation and that maybe the continuation of the journey to level three was not quite a done deal yet and so she had needed to sound genuine, which she was. She had needed as simply as possible and in the least amount of words for her to make her case for getting back into the elevator and to be taking the trip down to minus level three.

Millie was unsteady on her stilettos to the elevator this time. It was like her keenness to get into it and start that descent before this couple changed their mind, outdid her ability to take one step in front of the other. Master and Delicia had come either side of her, as they did, and they helped her, guided her and in a way acknowledged that they knew that the simple things were becoming more of a challenge for Millie now. It was like they were in full knowledge of the fact that Millie’s mind was now in a one track operational mode. If this girl were in a normal weekend, she would be with friends, they would be talking shit, eating shit and maybe looking forward to the beginning of university after the summer recess. But nothing of those ‘normal’ things was further from Millie’s mind. In fact it could be bet on quite successfully that Millie wouldn’t have thought about her friends, she wouldn’t have thought about that club The Graveyard, and she wouldn’t have thought about university in these most recent hours. It would be a fair bet as well to assume that messaging her mother to let her know that she was alright hadn’t even crossed her mind. But it had crossed the mind of Delicia. The older woman had smiled, an extended smile when she had taken out Millie’s phone and just scrolled through the contacts to ‘mum’ and then typed a message, “having an amazing time. Catch up after the weekend x.’

Delicia had got more that the impression that Millie wasn’t particularly close to either of her parents. Her dad was away a lot, and her mum had things on constantly and it was more than obvious that Millie was left to her own devices most of the time. She was an only child so she’d had to grow up pretty quickly. When she’d pressed ‘send’ she’d smiled to herself again. There was more to it that letting mum know that all was well. That was important of course it was. There couldn’t be the friends coming together and then mum phoning one of them letting them know she hadn’t heard a thing from Millie. There couldn’t be any alarm bells raised. Delicia knew that Millie would be back home in due course. But she knew also that the girl wouldn’t be the same girl who had left the west end on the Friday night for a goth night at The Graveyard club. But that was ok - that would all fold out in due course. For now, seeing as that message was sent it was ok. Everything was ok and the spell hadn’t needed to be broken for Millie as she was taken down into submission level three.

The sense of isolation down in level three was almost overwhelming. Millie had felt it on level one and two but this was more than that. The sense of complete isolation had begun in the elevator. There had been the popping of the ears in level two, but as soon as the elevator car sank down out of level two and towards level three, there had been the popping ears again, but as well a bigger, more acute sense of vacuum. Millie must have screwed up her face or something - she must have shown that on her face because Master spoke. “You need to feel alone. You need to feel more alone than you have ever felt before for this, slut. You need to KNOW that you don’t control anything and to know this you need to ‘feel’ more helpless than you have ever felt before. You need to feel more helpless than you could ever imagine. What you are feeling now is only the beginning of what you will feel like in a few hours. Above all you need to trust us.” Master spoke coolly, calmly - like he was this mysterious mentor or something. Delicia was the one who made what he said more understandable.

“Down here in level three, nothing will mean anything to you. That is nothing except to please us will mean anything. Pleasing us will be the single most important thing in your mind, along with your need for sexual stimulation. Things are different for you now slut. What you have to face now is complete submission to our will - nothing else matters. And yes, you DO have to trust us, you have no choice.” And that was all she said. It was like she didn’t need to say anymore. It was like whereas Master was the wise one, the one who might explain things in not such frightening or stark terms, Delicia was not like that - she was the one who said it as it was. She was the one who didn’t shield the girl from the truth. She wasn’t afraid to paint a picture that was beyond scary. And the thing was that she could paint pictures with words easily. Master could do that - but it was like he did it through rose tinted glasses. And Delicia had no such glasses. She used her words deliberately to paint the worse picture. Or she spoke in a way that hinted at the worst case scenario just so that Millie would fill in the gaps with her own imagination. And that was it - Millie was listening to Master and then she was listening to Delicia and she was letting the older woman’s words play own her psyche more than Master’s. If this couple played good cop bad cop, then they did it well. And both of these older people knew that it didn’t matter what Millie came up with in her own mind, it would be nothing compared to the reality.

The elevator opened out into ‘minus three’. That was level three submission. And immediately there was this blast of hot air that hit Millie in the face. It wasn’t just a blast of hot air though. That blast contained a thick dripping smell of latex and that made Millie flinch a little bit. It was as though she didn’t recognise the smell, and yet to her it was familiar. “Latex. It will form a big part of your world going forward slut. It will be your friend and your enemy. It can be kind and it can be cruel. But one thing for sure is that you will need it as much as you need orgasm.” That was Delicia again and she wasn’t holding anything back again. It was like it was bad cop’s time to shine. It was like it was her time to do her worse. “I know, you don’t understand it. You don’t understand it at all at the moment. But you will. In time the pennies will drop in your mind and you will know.”

The walls were black again but this time they were rubber latex black. This time they were black like the floors, and like the ceiling and they were ‘warm’. Everything in this place was warm and as though it had been heated from behind and underneath in the case of the floor. It was like the latex had to be ‘cooked’ so that it released that aroma. And what Delicia had said was right. Latex would become her friend. More to that she would want it to be her friend as opposed to her enemy. Millie had heard of latex, she’d even worn it in the form of one of those tiny little dresses on one of their theme nights out. She knew it was ‘kinky’ - and she knew it was sexual. But that was as much as she knew. Anything else would have needed to be simply made up in her mind. And again she wouldn’t have the mature capacity to make anything up like what it actually meant - she wouldn’t be anywhere near the reality of what this place, this level three submission meant. She couldn’t - she was too young, too inexperienced, too immature. This was a whole new adventure she was on now but it was one that had hints of nightmare about it. It was an adventure that was setting her nerves on edge and that made her negotiation of those high heels even harder.

A couple of hours later she needn’t have worried about those high heels. Not those particular ones at least. Now Millie was a sight that was beyond breath-taking. She was skinned head to foot in a latex cat suit that was transparent but it was like a dirty yellow in colour. One had to look twice to take it in. One would need to look twice just to clarify what one was seeing. That latex cat suit created this almost ‘apparition’ that was Millie. There was no doubt as to if this was Millie - it was. But the catsuit changed her. It transformed her into something else, someone else. It hugged her form in a way that announced that she was a sexual being, not a human being. Except she was a human being and it could have been that now she looked more vulnerable, more ‘rabbit in the headlights’ than at any other time. Her face was framed in the edges of this hood that made up part of the catsuit - it was all in one. Her makeup had been renewed - time had been taken out for that. So Millie’s face was enhanced but it looked almost ghostly peering out of that latex skin. Her hair, dirty blonde, and long had been pulled through a hole in the latex at the crown of her head, and formed into a high tight pony tail. That pony tail added to her height. It emphasised her height. But another hood then, another latex hood was pulled over that first one, that pony tail fed through a hole in that too, and then down to cover her face, and eyes. In effect her sight was taken away in the form of little eye pads that pressed into her eye sockets effectively blinding her.

Two little nostril holes were left for her to breathe through because her mouth was not available either. Rather, it looked like her mouth was wide open behind that second hood. And there was more than a sense that something big in girth had been slipped into her mouth and then down her throat - and then inflated. The sign of inflation was the bulge of her throat. And now it was clear that those two little nostril holes alone weren’t enabling her to breathe. There had to be some kind of mechanism inside the mouth and throat appendage that allowed her to breath, or that regulated her breathing. One would have to assume that Millie was terrified at this point. Not least she would be terrified because of being forced onto her very tippy toes, ballet style, by the wearing of tight fitted boots in black, over the catsuit which meant that her while weight was down through her spine to those tippy toes of hers.

That had been a completely alien sensation to her, being forced onto the very tips of her toes like that. But she had been helped. She had been helped to the centre of that place, to another rig and placed between two vertical steel poles where for the time being she was able to hold on. But that would be a short lived relief for her to be able to hold on like that. Little buds had been an intricate part of the first hood that made up the catsuit, and they had found her ears and then been somehow inflated to take her hearing away. But before that, there had been this weird sensation of her heels and Delicia’s heels not making a noise on the floor. They weren’t making the click click sounds that were expected with such high, pinpoint heels. But that was because the floor was rubber matted and was acting as a cushion. It made high heeled strutting and the steps silent. The whole place, the whole experience was becoming surreal, but it was becoming drenched in something like sexual anarchy as well.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN





Millie’s jaws ached in that double skinned hood that clung to her as though it was her flesh. The difference in level one submission to level three was not just stark, it was frightening. She had systematically had her senses taken off her. Not just taken off her, but she had been denied them. Her senses could have been called her basic human rights, but not in this place. Now Millie had placed her complete and total trust in these people she didn’t even know the real names of. It came to her in a flash, in that darkness behind the hood that they knew more about her than she knew about them. Then she remembered that she hadn’t messaged her mother to let her know that she was alright. And that was a conundrum in her mind - she didn’t really know if she WAS alright and she didn’t know either that in fact her mother had already received a message to say that she was fine. But that was the thing, she didn’t know if she was ok. It had to be that this was how it was supposed to be. This was what the couple must have meant all the time by putting her complete trust in them - this was her paying the piper so to speak. This was her paying her dues.

Millie had been aware of that rubber sealing itself to the whole of her. But she had been aware of her nipples being pulled and dragged through what felt like tight holes in the rubber as well. She was aware of the ultra-sensitivity of her nipples - more so than at any other time. Her nipples had been through their own journey and it was they that provided her with the background throb that fed into her clitoris. But in the darkness now she could feel her nipples being constricted and squeezed around the base by the holes and then she could feel them swelling more. And this had to make her whimper. And when she thought she was all but alone, because that was what it felt, there was a little speaker, that formed part of one of her ear buds, that crackled to life.

“Well slut. This is it. The final level. Just learn to let the device in your mouth breath for you. That’s all you need to do, learn.” That was Delicia and one couldn’t be certain if for Millie, her voice was welcome or yet another feed to the terror that was building up inside her. It could have been a little bit of both. On the plus side for her was that there was contact, of sorts from the outside world. On the downside, that ‘outside world’ was only outside the rubber hood and suit and in that rubber room, with that rubber smell and with torments that she hadn’t been introduced to yet. She couldn’t answer Delicia, her mouth and her throat was full and that ‘feeling’ that sensation alone was something that was off the scale scary for her. But as well as that, and something that she could not understand was that her sexual arousal and desire was high - as high as it had been all the way through this weird encounter with this couple.

Millie could feel her nipples bloat and fill and then swell. But she could feel something else as well. She could feel work down at her crotch - she could feel her sex lips, her labial lips that were already swollen being dragged through holes or slits in the rubber and then being tugged so that the flesh just hung there, outside the rubber all swollen and dripping. And that activity, down there made her struggle with her breathing. She wasn’t used to feeling this sensation. And she could feel her most intimate flesh being tugged and pulled like that was like something that was beyond what she could cope with. But she had put her trust in these people. She had been given chances all through the process to say no, and to go if she wanted to. There hadn’t been any time where she thought that she wouldn’t be able to go if she wanted to, but she hadn’t. Was this a case of her regretting this now?

Maybe there was some regret but that was put on hold as she felt something thick, something phallic being slipped up inside her past her piss flaps. She was being penetrated again and in a way that began to take her mind off other things - it made her gasp in her mind and TRY to take in deep breaths but of course she couldn’t do that because her breathing was being controlled and it was like she was only allowed, only permitted so much breath and that she could not take any more than she was entitled to - all sorts of things began to play and replay in her mind and she began to accentuate her own predicament inside of it.

This whole thing began to remind her of her sexuality and what had been done to it, and to her head. She felt her knee length ballet boots being parted so that the work between her legs could be carried out easier - she was being manipulated and cajoled - she was being objectified and in her own darkness, that feeling was also emphasised and underlined - that she was being objectified. She would have taken a deep breath feeling the thickness and the length of that thing being slipped into her but she was not breathing for herself now. The thing in her mouth and down her throat was doing that for her and she had to go with it. And now she was being impaled like this. She was being impaled via her own sexuality by a thick, phallic like appendage.

Millie couldn’t see, that was the problem, she couldn’t see what was being done to her. She could ‘feel’ but then her mind was making up the bits it didn’t know, or the bits she couldn’t see. And that was having an effect on her in itself. It was true to say that she was having her mind played with, toyed with. But this was part of the process. She felt her arms being pulled out from her sides. And then locked by some kind of cuffs at hip height to the side bars that she was holding onto. Everything was weird - everything felt strange because even her hands and fingers were skinned in latex gloves that were a part of the catsuit. It had been like her feet, they were gloved as well and her individual toes - it was like she had been sealed in this latex and that this sealing in was a thing. Like it was something that would prove to be profound eventually. Likewise, this denial of basic human rights was something that took some getting used to for her. Just the most basic thing like being able to ‘feel’ and to ‘hear’ and to ‘talk’ and to ‘touch’. Things that everyone takes for granted, until those senses are taken away. And that was the case for Millie now. It couldn’t be anything but true to say that this girl was learning a different side to life at this time. She was beginning to learn that life was different to how she had been brought up and how she had enjoyed it up until now. And it would be true to say that there would have been warning flashes through her mind, that there would be warning lights inside her mind somewhere, but the question was would she be able to see them - would she be able to decipher them? Very unlikely at this point! And that point of return was long since passed and now nowhere to be seen.

She could feel her sexual lips, her piss flaps pulled out and stretched around that appendage and she wondered what that looked like. She needn’t have worried, she looked striking and she looked disgustingly obscene. What this couple were doing to her was striking. Then there was the appendage, the phallic shaped appendage that had been slipped into her back passage and that was attached to a pole that was pulled up out of the floor as had the vaginal one. That appendage was bigger than Master had been, but it, together with the vaginal appendage were going to be made bigger. Everything had to be just right first. Everything had to be fine-tuned and adjusted and then the final, final tuning could be done. That anal appendage slipped right up until it was nestled against her colon. And the vaginal one pressing up against her cervix and all the time she was learning to not take more breath that she was used to. If she did she found herself short of breath, as though whatever she was connected up to, adjusted itself and ‘punished’ her if she tried to take too much by giving her less air than she felt she needed.

She was aware of her clitoral bundle being cajoled and coaxed out of its fleshy hood. In fairness that bundle of highly sensitive nerves had never gone back into the hood completely. They had retained a level of erection and wide openness ever since the enforced orgasms and pleasure - this had been one of the permanent changes in Millie. She kind of mewled inside the hood and behind her ‘gag’ but that was all that she could do. And that mewling would be just audible to the couple and when they heard it they looked at each other and smiled and then they looked at Millie lovingly. It was a weird, weird scene down in submission level three. Maybe even a worrying and disturbing scene of this older couple debilitating and taking this exceptionally young, pretty girl down some kind of dark rabbit hole that was just a one way trip.

Of course Millie couldn’t see what a striking, or disturbing sight she was becoming. Those sex lips of hers out in the open, swollen and clinging to the appendage that was fully inside of her. And now her clitoris being brought out into the open and into the rubber atmosphere that was level three submission. That clitoral bundle being manipulated and stimulated and it became slippery and wet as again Millie began the process of over-producing her juices. She could feel herself being worked like this but she couldn’t see it. She couldn’t see anything and that was making her mind work overtime. That was all she could do was work her mind - because every other ability was being taken away from her. That clitoral bundle becoming so swollen so engorged that it looked obscene. It looked like a little creature, a wet slippery creature with a life of its own. And then it being constricted around the base of the bundle - a then a little band attached - a little wire band before it was locked in behind a little tiny glass cage that was screwed into place - sealed away but viewable - bizarrely and again disturbingly viewable.

It was a fact that Millie was being made to look obscene. That she was being made to look like something she wasn’t - or something she hadn’t been before this weekend. Her knees then being opened. Being open wide enough to be attached to the side poles that her wrists were attached to. And then her ankles, banded as well and secured like that to those side poles. Bearing in mind that the boots she wore were ballet in height, her spine was beginning to suffer. There was this ache that was there - the same as the throb in her clitoris and her nipples and that was beginning to affect how she was utilising her mind. Everything was designed in this level three to affect how this young girl utilised her mind.

That didn’t matter though, she would have to get used to that - she would have to go with it. The next thing she felt was a wide, broad, stiff steel collar like thing being wrapped around her neck and then secured tight over the latex. That collar being attached to those poles to her sides, both sides via little chains. This prevented her from moving her head. If she had a mind she would be able to turn her neck on its axis - but that was it - the fitting of this secured collar severely impeded her movement and she would be feeling the hit of her debilitation now. It felt like her neck had been extended and secured and this on its own had an effect on her mind. Millie was petrified in her rubber suit, her ballet heels and her rubber hoods but she was even more petrified in what was simple and yet effective bondage. But for her, the worst thing she was having to deal with was her own arousal. She was feeling guilty for being aroused when she was just plain petrified. She felt that she had no right to be aroused. She felt like she shouldn’t be horny but she was and that played on her mind - it played on her already overworked mind.

It wasn’t quite finished yet though. The little loops, the thin wire loops pulled down from above and then slipped over Millie’s already tortured nipples. They were like the loops that had been pulled up from the floor of the last rig, except when these ones retracted they attempted, with less power to drag those meaty nipples up towards the rubber ceiling. But they were not such powerful springs attached - they were just enough to provide a little ‘tug’ to each nipple and not to torture. But then Millie’s mind would feel that little tug and wonder what else these things attached to her would do if they were not torturing her now, then what would they do, what were they for? Then when she hadn’t even got used to that sensation she was feeling herself being fitted with a belt - some kind of belt, like a wide steel belt that went around her waist and was secured, adjusted and tightened so that her rubber enhanced waist was cinched, but then something else being fed between her legs, another steel thing, like a band but through the crotch and attached to the waist section, front and back, and then adjusted, tightened. And it was this thing that altered Millie’s stance and her gate. It was this that forced her mind into overdrive again. Everything was designed to find that overdrive gear in her mind.

And it was at this point that Delicia and Master stood back to look at what they had created. And it was obvious at this point that it was on this level three submission, in this rubber place that the real Temptress would be ‘created’. It was clear that level one and two were just preparation. That they were just processes to get Millie into the right frame of mind. And that was the thing that they kept checking on all the time, right through those first two processes. They were checking to see that Millie was in the right place, that she was in the right frame of mind, that she was in the right head space. They had kept watching her - not just watching her but watching her closely - enjoying the sight of her yes but also watching for the tiny nuances that they had to see in order to continue.

If there had been any doubt then they would not have taken her down. If they had needed to they would have spent more time on her in the first two levels. But when they got into that elevator down to level three, they knew this girl was ready for what they had in store for her. They knew that they would be able to spend the rest of the time just working on her down there. Working her to an end objective. They just looked at Millie, and she was breath-taking. The transparent latex didn’t hide anything of her. Her breasts, her legs, her ass, her height, her femininity. And the black hoods took away her identity so that what they were working on was simply a piece of meat. A piece of meat without a name and without an identity. That dirty yellow transparent, skin tight latex emphasised everything that was striking and everything that was sexual about her. But she would learn that it would emphasise everything that was bad about her as well.

Delicia and Master looked at Millie for a long, long time before the final adjustment was applied to the get-up and the rig that she was secured to. That final adjustment was via remote control and simply brought everything together. It simply adjusted every individual element, and application, and forced Millie into the ‘state’ that she needed to be in. And when this remote control was activated Millie would have screamed out loud. She would have screamed for a number of reasons - any number of reasons. But of course she couldn’t scream out as such. That ability had been taken away from her and on top of that she had to control herself, she had to try not to attempt taking more breath than she was entitled to.

The appendages inside her ass and her cunt snapped to a maximum inflation stretching and contorting her inside flesh and her most intimate, private tunnels. That DID make Millie try to suck in more air than she was entitled to and so she was punished for that and so she just had to calm down and absorb those enlarged appendages inside her. To be fair she would have been able to absorb a moderate inflation of both appendages, if they had been applied a little at a time. The fact was that the inflation was ‘snapped’ in all at once and that caused deep pain - a pain that made the throb of her clitoris and nipples die back. But once that pain died away the throbs came back on stronger and Millie was left wondering how that could be.

It wasn’t just the anal and vaginal appendages that were adjusted and enlarged. So was the one in her mouth and throat. That was thickened and created strain on her jaws, and there was this elongated quality to Millie’s face that pressed out from inside the rubber which rendered her unrecognisable. There was no doubt that it was Millie inside all of that latex and all of that bondage, but again a little bit of herself was being taken away. This was something that she wouldn’t know about yet, something that she didn’t feel yet. But all of these little nuances and little things would add up for later. The steel collar around her neck, that seemed to tighten around her neck and throat, just constricting it a little more. But it seemed to broaden as well. It seemed to thicken so that her neck was extended, lengthened more. And this enforced her pronounced stance just a little more. It enforced the emphasis of this young lady to extreme proportions and this created a whole strain on her.

There were a few times where she gasped and where she tried to suck in more air than she was entitled to during this final adjustment and so she was punished for this as well - it was a learning process after all. She was punished and then she began to learn - she was on a learning path, and so her mind was in the process of being adjusted as well as what she was going through was being adjusted. And that final adjustment was like a process that had been started with that swipe of a thumb over that remote control. The enlargement of the appendages was one process that happened together but not everything happened at the same time. It was designed to be torment after torment in a series of fine tuning and adjustment. So, even getting Millie ready for the continuation of her journey in level three submission, was a torture of sorts for her. Every single process once that remote had been swiped was designed to debilitate her more and more. And this was just simply preparation for the continuation of her journey. This was making sure that her mind was in a whirl - making sure that her mind was fucked before the REAL mind fuckery began. Delicia and Master watched as Millie was fine tuned in that rig. And they looked as calm as you like - but they also looked content.





CHAPTER NINETEEN





The waist band cinched just that little bit more creating the emphasised roll of Millie’s latex hips. But it did more than that. It altered her insides to the point that the appendages hurt her just a little bit more. There was more pressure on her cervix, more pressure on her colon. And both her vaginal and anal tunnels were forced to stretch more than they would need to naturally. That stretching was something that was a pain in itself. And those pains didn’t simply stay local to her ass and her cunt. They spread to her entire insides. They spread so that the pain or the discomfort became ‘as one’ inside of her. But the bars that she was attached to, the vertical ones, they spread out as well. That meant on her ballet heels her long legs were forced wider. And her arms were forced out from her sides more so that they were parallel to the floor. This adjustment of those vertical poles wouldn’t mean much in discomfort terms, not once Millie had adjusted to it, but it would make her less secure in her mind. She would not feel so confident in how she was standing in those impossible heels. It would feel like she was having her support taken away. She wasn’t of course but things seemed worse in her mind than they actually were. Millie’s own mind was playing tricks on her in a big way.

And there was a whole series of adjustment and fine tuning happening - and that got less and less. There was some that were invisible - sometimes the only sign that something was happening was when a little mewling sound came from Millie behind those hoods and that breathing tube gag that was swollen in her mouth and throat. If one took in the sight of this girl, they would be terrified for her. Maybe it was as well that she was blind to it. Maybe it was as well that she couldn’t see herself. Or that she couldn’t see herself at this time. This girl was impaled on two phallic poles and those poles had stretched her insides to their limits. She was severely cinched at the waist and she was in something that resembled a science fiction chastity device - her swollen, pulsating, wet clitoris pressing up against the window behind which it was sealed, all wet and alone. All of that adjustment, re-adjustment and fine tuning happening and then slowly dying back until she was simply standing there unable to move barely a muscle and even unable to take in a deep breath for fear of being punished for it.

When there was nothing happening to her she must have wondered ‘what next?’ She will have been feeling vulnerable and alone and that would have been by design. Once all of that movement and adjustment had stopped, then her mind would have the opportunity to think. She would have the opportunity to think of ‘things’. She would have the opportunity to be ashamed of her arousal. She would have the opportunity to hate that she was a long legged pretty girl with big tits. All of those conversations and things that she had been told along the way would be coming back to her. She didn’t need to be reminded of the self-loathing - that had already set in en-mass. She hated her tits and it made sense to her that she hated them, that was the worrying thing. She hated her legs. She hated her ass. She was just in this state of hate. And that was because she was suffering on that rig. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t feel, except for pain and discomfort and that damned sexual stimulation that wouldn’t go away. She couldn’t hear, or see. All she knew was that she was on display - she felt that alright! That she was on some kind of ‘display’. And then she started to imagine things between the things she knew for sure - she started the process of building up a picture, of painting a picture of what she was now and who she was. And this was a picture of nothing more really than ‘doom’.

But then just when her mind couldn’t delve any darker, there was the stimulation of her nipples. That simulation being fed through the loops that were squeezed right around the base of both nipples. It was a sensation that she had not felt before - one that she hadn’t come close to. It was an immediately intense feeling of ultra stimulation and if she could have rattled in her bondage, she would have, but she was rigidly held. Her nipples had never gone soft and button like again, ever since this couple had been in her life for these hours - but now those epic pieces of flesh were being forced to bloat even more. And that was what was happening, they were ‘bloating’ and inflating and in doing so making those wire loops tighter around them tighter and tighter. But this was a stimulation that was unrelenting. It didn’t fade and die and then come back. It was just turned on and it was on all of the time. That in turn fed to her clitoris, and like her nipples her clitoris had not been exactly redundant since meeting Delicia and Master. But now the stimulation, the throb to that bundle of locked away nerves was off the scale. There was something that resembled a ‘grunt’ that came from inside the hoods and from behind that breathing gag. And that grunt was a wet one - it was a dirty wet one.

“You need to ride it out slut. You need to pace it out. Don’t ever take any more than we give you.” Millie would have understood some of that but not all of it. She understood that she needed to try to cope with the pleasure. But she didn’t know what Delicia meant by taking more than she was given. It was a first sign of Delicia and Master taking control of her orgasms. If a deeper look was taken, what Delicia was doing was beginning the process of denying Millie orgasms. She was in the process of letting those orgasms be known but denying Millie permission to take them. What she was doing was putting Millie in an impossible situation. As if she wasn’t in enough of an impossible position, as if she wasn’t in enough of a tortuous position - there would be times when an orgasm would be within reach but not attainable. And Millie was being warned that she could not take it. But then Delicia would know that Millie wouldn’t be able to take the orgasm even if it was presented on a silver platter for her. The type of stimulation that she would be given would be intense and it would be focussed but it would not be orgasm inducing. So where Millie would feel like it was right ‘there’ - there would be no end orgasm. There would be no chance that she could take something she wasn’t entitled to.

And that was the thing. This couple had taken everything from Millie - at least the girl would be feeling that they had taken everything. She’d had the chance to stop all of this and go. She would never be able to say that she hadn’t had the chance. But she didn’t have that chance now - she was unable to communicate anything to either Delicia or Master. And it was like now she was on the ride for the duration. Now there was nothing that she could do, even if she had a mind to. And this stimulation being fed into her nipples and her clitoris had the ability to drive her to the point of insanity and beyond. That was just something that was fact and something that she felt. She might have questioned why debilitate her like this? Why? But this was the reason. She knew that this was the reason - so that her sexuality could be used against her more and more. If she could have really thought about it, she would know that this was all they had to take off her and use now - her sexuality, her orgasms. Those orgasms that they had showed her, and let her experience, and now that she knew existed, that she wanted more and more of. But she knew now that this was what this couple wanted all the time. It came to her - now she knew and there was nothing she could do about it.

Of course, it was the treasure of Millie’s orgasm that Delicia and Master wanted to control and possess, and it seemed that they had achieved that with Millie in this rig. It took next to no time to bring this poor girl to that state of orgasmic bliss that they wanted her to be at. That state was on the edge of orgasm - on the very edge of it and just held there in that state. There had to be sympathy for Millie. If anyone could grasp the concept of what was happening to her body, and her mind at a time like this then there would be sympathy. But it wasn’t sympathy that came from the older couple. From them there would be this need for ‘more’. More of the same. There would be this need to take Millie closer and closer to the edge even though she was on the very edge already. There would be this ‘greed’ in them to just force Millie to teeter on that edge even more. They would have known that there was no possibility that this girl could orgasm. They knew that she would feel that it was in touching distance and that all she needed to do was reach out. But that was for Millie to find out. Delicia and Master knew for a fact that the orgasm was not attainable. They knew that Millie would be desperate to just get this little bit more purchase on here wide open receptors, and grasp that orgasm by the throat. But they knew also that she couldn’t do that. They knew she was fucked.

It was a delicious torture that was being applied to Millie. It was a delicious torture that was not attainable ‘just like that’. What was being applied to Millie was the product of many hours of preparation. What was happening to Millie at this precise time would not have been something that could happen without her going through that time in level one and two first. Probably the preparation of Millie was something that started back in the pub, and then in that black cab. Even outside of The Graveyard club - something was or had happened to bring Millie into the fold. And she was in the fold. Millie had been groomed over this time. She had been seduced into the state of mind and into the state of sexuality that she needed to be and that resulted in her having no defence to what was being done to her. Delicia and Master had got ‘consent’. But to get that consent they had fucked with Millie’s head and they had fucked more with her sexuality. And that was key, her sexuality. Now that they were controlling her sexuality, now that they had her on that edge of something that she could not quite reach they could do anything with her. Anything they wanted to.

This was almost an epic thing that this couple had achieved with Millie. They stood back and they watched the rig working her - they watched the bondage and the latex working her. And that was the thing, the rig, the bondage and the latex were all working this eighteen year old girl to a point of madness. Some might even think that she had gone beyond madness already. On that rig there was no slow build up - the time for slow build-up had passed. She was brought to that edge almost immediately. That would have been facilitated by Millie herself. She was the one that needed to be in the right head space to be taken to that edge and because of the incessant sexual stimulation, because of her hunger and her greed, she slipped into that head space with ease. In effect she was assisting in her own sexual demise. And it had to be a sexual demise that she was experiencing. That state of mind had been instant. It had been switched on and then locked in - she was locked in. Millie was locked into a sexual state that she could not get out of. Such had been her conditioning, such had been her grooming by this couple that it was much like she was a lamb to the slaughter. And that was what Delicia and Master were doing, standing back and watching the lamb to the slaughter.

For Millie, locked in bondage, locked in darkness and locked in some kind of sexual torture, all she could do was ‘exist’ there. It had started with her nipples which had become rock hard and rubbery. And they were reverberating sending tingles and spasms of pleasure into her deeper femininity. And then the feeling of her clitoris, all closed up, locked up behind that glass cap, or window. There was a feeling that her clitoris was in a type of pressure cooker. And that was it. That her clitoral bundle was locked away in some kind of pressure cooker and it was being worked and cooked the same as the rest of her sexuality. What she was feeling between her legs, behind that glass screen that she didn’t even know existed, was something that she had never felt before. This couple had showed her intense orgasm, and they had opened her eyes up as to her own sexuality, but what she could feel in her clitoris now was like something that she couldn’t even imagine. Her flesh was being stimulated and cajoled, it was being warmed up and it was being cooled down. In fact what her clitoral flesh was feeling was confusion. Her orgasmic flesh was being confused deliberately. It was being confused as a means of control. It was being confused so that she could be brought further and further into the trap - into the rabbit hole.

If Millie could have moved in that rig, she would have. She would have tried to defend herself against the relentless attack on her sexuality - that was what she would have done. But she had to get used to the fact, to the idea that early on, that there was no movement available to her along with the fact that she could not take any more breath than she was entitled to. She had to get used to a lot of things, a lot of trauma in a short amount of time. Her nipples and her clitoris were key to her being held on that edge of an orgasm that she couldn’t reach. But then there was the movement of the appendages inside her ass and cunt. There was in and out movement but there was also the over swelling of them - the thickening of them to the point that it hurt, and then the relaxing - but that fucking motion of both appendages relentless like the stimulation to her clitoris and nipples. And if one looked closely, very closely then Millie COULD move. She could ‘tremble’ and that was what she was doing. And there was something about the sight of a latex clad, hooded, sensorially denied, bondaged eighteen year old on the verge of madness, and who was ‘trembling’ because that was all that she could do. There was just ‘something’ about that - something sick about it yes, but also, in this world, down here in level three submission there was something that was delicious about it as well - and Delicia and Master were drinking it in.

They drank that scene in for a long long time. They had pictured Millie in this state from the time they saw her outside that club smoking a cigarette. They would bet between them that this girl could do with a cigarette now! From the time they spotted her, long before Delicia said anything to her, as they approached her they were doing that silent communication thing and they were agreeing that this was the young girl they needed to take down the three levels of submission. There had been a modus operandi about the couple that was chilling. There had been a deliberate and focussed intention to get this eighteen year old’s consent. All the way - they had got her consent. Even now as she stood, on her tippy toes in that rig, trembling and on the edge of madness they had her consent. But it had been sexual desire that had driven her consent. A sexual desire that the couple had manufactured, and expanded on. Yes they had Millie’s consent but they had that by some kind of twisted default. There had been a danger that this girl could opt out of consent - and so the couple had covered that base by keeping her highly charged. There was a huge chance that right at the time they were watching her tremble on that rig, impaled so that she couldn’t deny consent even now. But they had covered that base by making her unable to communicate. Her consent simply carried through until she could communicate again. And by that time it really would be too late.

And there was the worry. If it was the case that the sexual tease and torment, if that sexual orgasmic edge remained too much for Millie to cope with that she could snap out of whatever she was in at any time and stay out of it, and then remove her consent eventually anyway - they couldn’t keep her on that rig forever after all, could they? So there had to be a plan for that. There had to be a part of this bigger plan that prevented Millie from not consenting anymore. There was no intention in this couple to simply allow Millie to say, ‘enough is enough’ and then walk out of the door never to be seen again. There was no intention to lose her and so there had to be a plan in place. Of course there was.

The opposite of denying Millie orgasm was overdosing her on orgasm. The objective of denying over a period of a long time, was to make her want that orgasm so so bad that when she was eventually given it, she would be dragged further into the head space of addiction. It was possible to deny to a point that addiction was guaranteed but then overdosing her on orgasm, giving her one orgasm that was just held there, like that ‘edge’ until she would surely pass out. Except she wouldn’t be allowed to pass out. She would be kept awake and aware and she would be kept inside that orgasm so that it didn’t end. And if one takes time out to wonder what that meant for Millie - what such an orgasm actually meant for her and what it would do to her, then no answers were really forthcoming because there was no precedent for it.

This would be Millie taken beyond the excesses that she had been taken to so far. She had received a sexual awakening and an education that would blow anyone’s mind but this was different. This was something that might change her in ways that couldn’t be reversed. But they knew that - Delicia and Master knew precisely what they were doing. There wasn’t any part of the process that they had taken Millie into that they didn’t know what the results would be, or what would happen. Things for them had gone exactly and precisely to plan, and that was the case now. But again they had that silent communication between them. Did they want to take that final step with Millie, did they want to fuck this young girl up so bad that she would forever be dependent on them?





CHAPTER TWENTY





Millie’s mind was about to explode. If she couldn’t explode into orgasm then her head had to do the exploding. Time didn’t mean anything to her anymore - in her mind she just knew that she was on the edge of an orgasm that would blow her mind more than any of the others had so far, but she couldn’t get it - she couldn’t get that orgasm - but not being able to get it, or reach it just meant that she needed it more, badly. It just meant that she wanted it all the more. Like a child denied the extra sweets, then he or she wants them all the more. But this was a whole different ball game to that child wanting more sweets. This was about an eighteen year old girl who had been taken to the brink of something that was maddening and something that threatened the very fabric of her femininity. “Let’s just watch her for a little more. I want to ‘feel’ her torment. I want to ‘taste’ that insanity as it threatens to consume her.” That was Delicia and she was like in a world of her own. Millie may have been in a different orbit, but the sadist Delicia was in a whole zone inhabited just by her. “A little longer, just a little longer and then we press the button. You know, there’s no going back after this right? Once we do this to her, its endgame for her. She won’t have anything in the world except us. Are you sure you want us to have that responsibility?”

Master spoke logically and he spelt out the consequences of spilling Millie into an orgasm that wouldn’t end unless they ended it. In a way it was like he was getting Delicia’s consent. If there was one thing that this couple were good at it was getting consent! “I think this slut deserves what life has in store for her, don’t you? I think she deserves what is round the corner for her. If we don’t do this now then we might go into the future regretting it, a lot. So I say let’s do it.” And Delicia spoke to Master as she rubbed the erection under his pants. “You know I think you could well be right my dear. And yes, let’s do it. This little slut deserves us, and she deserves all that she will get.” And the two smiled. There was something that was beyond sinister about them. They were openly talking about something that had been premeditated and yet something that was wrapped in ‘consent’. And maybe for the first time this couple were not as they at first had seemed. At first they had been this seductive exciting couple - but now they were that with a layer of evil that enveloped both of them.

They were talking but Millie couldn’t hear them - they knew she couldn’t hear them. They were talking as she was standing impaled on that rig, trembling in her own darkness because that was all that she could do. They were talking about her not as though she was a fellow human being but as though she was simply a thing, a creature to be played with - toyed with and tormented. They were taking about this girl’s future as though she weren’t there and as though she didn’t have a say in it. And that was the thing. As far as Delicia and Master was concerned, Millie didn’t any longer have a say in it. Once that button had been pressed, the one that would spill her into orgasm, then there would be nothing left for her but them and she would have a say in nothing. Nothing at all.

Delicia held up the remote for Master to see and she smiled. She was teasing him with it in that ‘shall I, shan’t I?’ way and he just looked at her not a smile, or an expression on his face. There was just this almost imperceptible nod of the head and that was him giving consent to Delicia to fuck Millie up. Delicia licked her red lips and she did that sexually, hungrily, and then she swiped the pad of her thumb over the button that was red in colour. And there was a micro second where it seems that nothing had happened. But Millie was on a continuous cycle with that edge that she was on. A cycle that brought the orgasm closer than ever and that then faded back. So it was on this cycle that lasted maybe a few seconds that it seemed nothing happened - but then there was more than the usual whimper from behind that hood, there was a visible tensing of the latex clad figure of the impaled Millie, and there was this sense of urgency, not in the whimper but in the ‘air’ in that level three submission room. In that few seconds it took for orgasm to grip hold of Millie, everything changed in that latex infested room. EVERYTHING changed! If there had been the feeling that the point of return had been passed before this, then now there was no doubt.

Millie couldn’t do anything except stand there and feel those appendages working in unison with the orgasm that was raging through her. There had been that second, that split second where orgasm gripped her, not the other way round, and then it had infiltrated every atom of her being as though Millie belonged to ‘it’. It was an orgasm that possessed her from the second it exploded. If she had been free to move and do whatever she wanted to, this orgasm was so intense that she would have hurt herself. It was the kind of orgasm that took her mind away along with any semblance of self-preservation. It was an orgasm that felt like it should explode and then die back but it didn’t do that. It exploded yes, but the intensity of that explosion was immediate and it was sustained. There was an energy about that orgasm as it was released that would have told Millie, if she had the mind to work it out, that she was experiencing immediate addiction.

But that was just it, she just couldn’t work it out. Her mind was somewhere else. It was in orbit and her body, her sexuality, her femininity was being possessed by this undiluted pleasure that just kept coming and coming. Millie was having to get used to breathing all over again. That thing was controlling how much breath she could get at any given time. But now she was holding her breath and letting it go. And the restriction on her breathing was adding something to the orgasm. It was accentuating it and it was intensifying it. It was the same as the appendages inside her - they were still moving, swelling inside her, fucking her and they were adding to the intensity of that orgasm as well. And then there was the pressure of the hood around here face, the feeling of her pony tail swinging across her head and her back. And the feeling of her entire flesh being skinned in latex, and the pressure of the tight rubber enveloping her. It was all adding to this filthy never ending orgasm - the smell of that rubber - that was something that would be big. That was something that would come back to her once she had been introduced to this couple’s world that they had prepared for her. The latex she would need like an unborn baby needed the warmth of its mother’s womb.

Poor Millie - she orgasmed and she orgasmed - she almost orgasmed her little heart out. But this couple had chosen her well - a fit, nubile eighteen year old who could take the strain. Her clitoris swelled to epic proportions inside that little glass container ‘thing’ that had been screwed into place. A closer look at that would reveal something ‘live’ that was trying to get out but was failing because it was imprisoned inside this thing. And that little clitoris container was full of her fluids because that was where her cunt had drained those fluids to. The trembling was acute, but Millie was held in check by the bondage. She was so held in check that all she could do was stand and absorb it. The onslaught of that orgasm was such that her mind suffered. It suffered on a continuous basis as her survival instinct tried to cope with that and with what the rig was doing to her.

There had to be a time through this orgasm that it became just plain cruel. There had to be a time when Millie was broken inside her own little world. There had to be a time when her mind had melted but it was difficult to tell. Inside the rubber, inside that rig she was still trembling so she hadn’t passed out. She wouldn’t be able to pass out - the set up wouldn’t allow her to pass out. All she could do was stand impaled and take that orgasm as it was given to her. If she could, she would turn off the stimulation, she would turn off the orgasm because she’d had enough. It was a long time since she’d had enough.

The pleasure had become a blatant and cruel torture and that was hard to comprehend. That was difficult to wrap one’s head around, that the pleasure was so much, that it was so undiluted and so continuous, so relentless that it became like a torture, that it WAS a torture. There would have been a point, at the very start that she would have thanked god for this orgasm. A more intensive absolute orgasm than she had ever experienced, period. But that would have passed. That would have passed just about the same time as Millie got used to breathing through it and breathing as much as the rig allowed her to breathe. At that point it would have become a pure torture. To say that Millie was being tortured by pleasure would not be an understatement.

The only thing that couldn’t be measured because there was no precedent, was the damage that was being done to her. The only thing that couldn’t be measured was how this poor girl would come out of this. And, the only thing that couldn’t be measured was how long this couple would keep this girl in this state for. It was a fact that Millie was in a state like ‘status’. She was in an orgasmic ‘status’ and at some point she would have to come out of that and she would have to come down from it. And it would be then that a degree of aftercare would surely need to be applied. “Shall we test the addiction levels?” That was Master to Delicia and there was something that resembled a wicked smile on his face, almost like a mischievous smile. It was like he already knew what the result of such a test would be. And then there was the question of what that test would entail. But that was easy to understand, and easy to see as Delicia thumbed the remote control again and as she turned OFF the orgasm. And again there was this micro second in which nothing happened. The tremble of Millie stopped immediately but then there was that micro second before noise from inside her two hoods and from behind the appendage gag literally poured out into the rubber infested room.

Delicia looked at Master - they looked at each other and nodded. That noise was recognisable as a noise of withdrawal and distress. It wasn’t like a chemical or drug addiction, it didn’t act the same as that. The withdrawal and the need for the orgasm to be back was immediate and it was all in one hit. Millie might have been of the fucked up mind that she wanted and needed it to stop, but as soon as the orgasm wasn’t there anymore, she needed it to be back. And there was nothing, nothing that would compensate for that orgasm. There was no replacement that would help her get over the loss of that orgasmic feeling. There was nothing that she could take to alleviate the symptoms of her withdrawal. There was nothing that she could be told, like ‘it’s all going to be ok. Everything will be ok’. Because she already knew that it wasn’t going to be all ok, she knew that everything was not going to be ok unless she had that orgasm back. The noises that came from inside that rubber were pitiful and told Delicia and Master all they needed to know. The older woman swiped the remote again and the orgasm was reinstated. And immediately there was this tension and this this tightness that was established again in Millie and immediately there was this other noise that came from her. Not so urgent, not so terrible but a noise that was told of something like relief that came from her. And then again it told of a girl in the throes of deep sexual need and orgasm addiction.



Millie would be kept in that orgasmic state until late into Sunday night. The status would be maintained, but the addiction inside Millie’s head and her body would not only continue but would grow, and intensify. What this couple did to Millie was like a one-shot hit of sexual crack and the effect was immediate but it was also a festering and increasing hit. When that orgasm was turned off for the second time it wasn’t put back on. There was no wet gurgling noise of relief from behind the rubber hoods - just the noise of distress and withdrawal and that was something that the girl had to go through - withdrawal. Just like she’d needed to ride the orgasm, so she needed to ride the withdrawal. She needed to get used to feeling like she needed that orgasm back and she had to get used to it not being there. And the couple left her on that rig to come down. And they left her with nothing - no sexual pleasure and no interactive conversation. What little conversation there had been was one way from Delicia. “You see Temptress. THIS is what happens to girls like you. And THIS is why you have to come down here. THIS is why you will have to come back here for the rest of your life.” And Delicia’s almost hissed words sounded cataclysmic and bleak - as though there was nothing left for Millie now.

“You’ll come down slowly but that need will always be with you. That need will always eat away at you. You will ALWAYS need orgasm. But you won’t be able to get that orgasm by normal means. You will ALWAYS need to find us, so that can get your fix. This is the way it is going to be from now on.” And in a way the grooming of Millie was continuing even after the orgasmic crack had been given to her. This come down period was as important as the seduction and the scene setting. Delicia was talking to Millie who was still cocooned and secured in latex, and impaled on that rig. And it was like she was accompanying her on the come down. But it wasn’t just a come-down, it was a free-fall from an intense orgasmic high, to nothing. And now Delicia was planting the seeds into Millie’s already scrambled head that the couple were the only people in her life now. The only ones that could give her what she needed. And that was the thing as well - Delicia was enforcing the addiction with words. It was like her voice was the final nail in the coffin of Millie’s sanity.



Six hours later - Monday morning



“This is it for you now slut. You can go home now and think about what you have done this weekend. And think about the results of what you have done.” Master spoke but his tone was curt, almost like Millie was a stranger and definitely not like there had been some intimacy that was above and beyond normality between the three of them. This was the point that Millie was being not disowned but distanced. It was another element of the addiction being inflicted. They had taken everything from her and now she was being basically thrown out. The addiction was inflicted and applied and now Millie had to feel like she was on her own. She had to feel like that so that she would know that Delicia and Master were all she had. It was the guilt trip - it was the turning everything round on to it being her fault. It was her that had done all of this, not this couple. And Millie was so susceptible, she was so mind warped by those orgasms, those last orgasms, that she could only agree. It was easy to convince her that it was all her fault. That process had started earlier. And Mille was off the appendages now - she was off the rig and the steel belts had been taken from her. Her nipples were bloated and would remain like that. Her clitoris was unhooded, uncaged, swollen and dripping and it would remain like that. It was when she was out of the latex cat and the hoods that she could see what she had become. And Delicia ensured that she could see because she had placed a mirror in front of her so that she could see herself. In fact she was the first thing she saw, herself. And when she did see herself she broke down all over again.

The process had been easy. Her own little black dress was back now - but just that and her high heels. She had been watched putting on the dress and heels. “No panties slut. Sluts don’t wear panties or that sheer body suit - they are ‘gone’.” Delicia again just when Millie was at her lowest ebb. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s happened.” And she sounded genuinely sorry for something she hadn’t done. “We took you in and wanted to show you the three levels of submission, and this is what we got back!” Delicia’s words were incredulous, unbelievable and accusing, but this experienced woman was establishing this twisting of the facts, as fact and Millie who would have never fallen for it, was now absorbing the blame. She was taking it and she was already thinking about her next fix. “Can I cum, please, please. Just one before I go, please?” Millie was desperate to orgasm - in the three hours since she’d had that mega orgasm turned off, the need had just grown and grown and she needed her fix. Master slipped his hand up her little black dress and found her clitoris and with ease he spilled Millie into orgasm. A heavy orgasm but a brief one that left her panting. “You’ll only ever get that from us slut. Because we know you. We know what you need. And remember that selfishness you showed, when you made the choice to walk and not crawl - that was a decision that you need to pay for as well. In fact you have to pay for a lot - your debt is growing to us.” And there was this sense of satisfaction in Delicia’s voice as Master licked Millie’s juices off his fingers.



Monday Morning, Millie’s bedroom - Now



Millie cried again and she sniffed at the little latex handkerchief that Delicia had given her. “Take this slut, you’ll get some comfort from it when you wrap it round your nose and sniff”. Millie had managed to sneak in without her mum seeing her, and she would be gone to work in a little while and so she wouldn’t have to face her for the rest of the day. But Millie had other things on her mind. She needed orgasm - she tried to tell herself that she didn’t need it, and that it was stupid to think that she needed it, but she did. She didn’t believe what she was telling herself anymore. She didn’t believe her own instincts anymore. She was finding herself wishing that Delicia was with her now, and Master and that they would know how to get her though this thing. She was thinking they were on her side even though she was the one to blame for everything. She kept trying to scratch her floppy wet clitoris but all that she was getting from that was a confirmation of the ‘need’ via a throb in her nipples and behind the base of her clitoral bundle. In a way she was wishing she’d stayed with the girls and seen out the goth night at the Graveyard club. But she knew she couldn’t turn back the clock. Now she was obsessed with orgasm. And she believed, she truly believed that this couple were the only ones who could give her what she needed. Her cell phone rang just when she though she couldn’t take anymore.

“Hello slut. This is Delicia - we need to discuss your future and that doesn’t involve university. Do you understand?” Millie just listened. She was grateful for the call because when she’d left that mews house she had been under the impression that this couple would or could wash their hands of her. That she would never see them again, or hear from them again because of what she had done. It didn’t even occur to her that she had done nothing wrong, or that she had been groomed over the course of the weekend. And now she was actually grateful for this call from this woman. Inside Millie’s mind no-one else would ever want anything to do with her if they knew what she had done and so that Delicia and Master wanted to discuss her future told her that at least she had a future with them. She didn’t care about university anymore. What was upper most in her mind was that this couple could feed her addiction to orgasm and so she needed to stay on side with them. Already she was thinking and acting like an addict but what she didn’t get, not yet, was that this older sadistic couple would take her further and further down a rabbit hole. “”Yes Miss Delicia, yes I understand perfectly.” Millie sniffed into her little sheet of latex again and took that smell right down into her lungs. Yet another addiction setting in!





THE END

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