Author's note (IMPORTANT):
This is a story set in modern times and
does not include any supernatural/fantastic element
. Rather, technology available nowadays (basically what's in your phone) is used to create the illusion of a supernatural power, for the benefit of the main character. How exactly this is achieved will become clear as the plot unfolds.
SUMMARY:
She learned to love her own body through his eyes, while every aspect of her life is invisibly controlled by her lover, whose uncanny intuition and perversion earned him the name "demon".
Now, she wants to help her friend find the same happiness and peace in submission she has attained, finding out instead that everything must change, no matter how perfect it looks.
DISCLAIMER:
English is not my first language, so any comment on grammar and spelling is
very
welcome.
Don't continue if not comfortable with the following:
1) This story is slightly blasphemous.
2) Rough, straight and lesbian sex and a smidgen of erotic horror.
3) One of the dominants is anatomically a woman, but identify themselves as non-binary.
4) The protagonist is recovering from/battling with an eating disorder that is however not depicted. As it is stated in the story, her master's actions are only meant to help with it, not solve it definitively! That requires therapy!
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Chapter 8
– Training heels
"Alright, back to being a good girl!" Sadie announces, coming out of my bathroom without her makeup and back in a more demure attire.
I'm looking at photos of Heidelberg, a gorgeous town in Germany where my lover has resided in his trip. He wants to take me to Europe for the holidays, which fills me with excitement. A tiny, perverted, part of me is presently fantasizing about what airport security will be like for me, considering the amount of metal on my body I can't take off.
"Yeah, speaking of which, Nadia here has not been so good, has she?" he says, catching me by surprise: I haven't?
"You've been hiding something from your best friend, pet," he goes on, eliciting Sadie's curiosity.
"Really?" she asks surprised.
I frown, because I really don't know what he's talking about.
"You've forgotten, haven't you?" he deduces addressing me, "you've got a new pair of shoes, my favorite so far!"
Oh, no! The wedge ballet boots were delivered a couple of days ago! Very late, by the way.
"They arrived?" Sadie asks with excitement and I just nod, fearing what comes next.
"Yes, and I know that you would like to teach her how to walk in them," he continues amiably.
My bestie confirms, squinting a little: she senses the danger in his smooth voice too.
"Well, would you like to do it today, with me? It will take the rest of afternoon."
She looks at me, silently asking whether she'd be intrusive. Would she? No, she's part of my descent into submission now, she's been for a while really.
"Yeah, I really need a teacher and Eric doesn't know how to walk on heels," I say playfully, "I assume."
With a wicked smile he grabs the ring of my collar and pulls my neck on his lap, so as to expose my buttocks and give me a pair of swats on my ass.
"Don't be cheeky, pet!"
"Well, then yes, please!" Sadie happily answers.
"Good!" he replies, and gives my bum another slap, making me whimper, "get up, pet, I want you naked and cleaned! Sadie can help you get undressed, but only if she intends to exclusively use her mouth. I've got to make a quick call and I'll be right back!"
He goes out and Sadie walks behind me, no doubt to "help": once you open the zip of the dress, the work is pretty much over. Indeed, she manages to pick it with her mouth and soon enough I'm naked.
"No panties?" she exclaims, disappointed.
"I haven't worn panties in ages, Sadie!" I retort, turning around: if anything, she should have expected a bra, but my breasts are quite flat, so I can comfortably do without, especially with him around.
She gets up and snorts.
"By the way, I'm going to Europe for the holidays!" I announce.
"Nice! And remember," she starts and we complete together, "travel with empty bags!"
We laugh at our shared love for shopping and I go to the bathroom to do my anal prep. It takes a while, but we keep conversing about Europe across the closed bathroom door. When I come back, I find him again in the room, standing next to the bed. He's empty-handed. I thought that the call was an excuse to fetch some wicked instrument of torture to punish me if I don't do well in the training. So how is he going to do it? Many questions cross my mind, but I know better than to ask: it angers him if I behave like I have some control over my destiny. So, I step a little forward and accept the new shoes from Sadie's hands, with their daunting heels.
"Wait! Where's your belt pet?" he asks, somewhat annoyed.
I frown. He wanted me cleaned, so I assumed… No, no assumption. Without a word I give back the shoes to my bestie and I run back to the bathroom. I come out only after my, his, pussy is locked. A sly smile appears on his face. So there is some sort of punishment!
"You are going to be even hotter than usual with these!" Sadie says to encourage me, handing me again the footwear.
In the box in which they arrived we find some wool, which at first I mistake for packaging and throw away.
"No! That's for cushioning!" Sadie scolds me, picking it up from the floor.
I try to ignore his eyes staring at me and the questions they elicit and I sit, focused on her, while she shows me how to put the wool inside the tip, to protect my toes. Then she proceeds to cut my toenails, since they are a little too long, and explains to me that you basically have to stay en pointe all the time when you wear them. None of this is really new to me because I did some years of ballet when I was a teenager, until my parents deemed that it was a bad influence on me, according to their theory that my anorexia stemmed from wanting to be lean for dancing, which of course was a gross oversimplification. Even if I'm not putting any weight on my feet, the shoes feel uncomfortable already. The finishing touch are a couple of black padlocks to prevent me from taking the boots off. I wonder where are their keys… Oh well, this is going to be a long evening anyway.
"You are not supposed to walk on them at first," my bestie explains, "just stand up for increasing amounts of time. You have to let your feet adjust to them before doing anything."
The idea that my body will somehow modify to please my man turns me on and she sees it, because she smiles with a wink:
"You are going to drive him crazy, boss!" she whispers with a wink.
That's when it happens. His invisible hand, hidden by the iron of my belt, begins to awaken my clitoris.
"Yes, she will. And I think she deserves some reward for being such a good pet, don't you think, Sadie?" he interjects.
My bestie realizes that something's up with me and she cautiously agrees:
"Sure… What do you have in mind?"
"Well, since she's not been allowed to cum for ages, I think that she's owed a lot of orgasms!"
No, that's not true, I'm not owed anything, quite the opposite really, and he knows it. I have a feeling about where this is going… He is now kneeling in front of us:
"So I was thinking: Nadia could train herself to stand with the boots on for longer periods of time every day and she should get a reward for it, you know, to encourage her in this endeavor."
I gasp, as the vibrator gets less and less subtle. Sadie guesses that something's up and puts a finger on my belt, feeling its silent vibrations.
"Oh, Eric!"
His smile widens and I bite my lip. My sex is flooding my mind with dirty ideas and all of a sudden they seem like the most sensible things to do. I love how he lowers my mental defenses against sin.
"So, while Nadia gets used to have her feet encased in these new gorgeous shoes, I was thinking that we might enjoy her body, what do you think?"
Sadie is now playing with her hands on her lap, clearly dying to say yes.
"Well, if you don't really mind…" she mumbles.
I gasp again. My nipples are rock-hard right now, aided by the sudden chill in the room emanated by my evil lover.
"Of course not! You know, I've thought long and hard about your desire of fucking Nadia and the problem it poses considering that I want her caged most of the time," he continues, getting up and going to fetch something from his bag, "But then I realized that you can have her in the same way I do without removing her belt."
It's a strapless strap-on!
"Oh, Eric, you evil bastard!" Sadie exclaims, getting up and full of excitement.
I can't help but agree: as my pussy floods with juices.
Wait a second! His hands reach towards her clothes! I and Sadie are both speechless as he begins to undress her. He is being cautious, but for some reason she lets him, and that's his signal to take more liberties, making me blush with shame and arousal. His hands on her panties! Why is this so hot? Fucking vibrator, I need to think! Now he's passing them on her naked body while… He's putting goddamn lube on his hand! Sadie's blushing violently too, but he whispers something and she lets him… I can't believe it! His hand slithers on her pussy and begins to spread lube and arousal! It doesn't last long, but right now I want… I want to fuck him! How in the world did he know that–
"You are ready now, doll, go get her!" he whispers in her ear, hugging her from behind, while she adjusts the big pink dildo on herself.
I know I should think about a lot of things, but my climax is so close that, when my bestie approaches with her new member kept in place with a hand glistening with lube, I can't help but spread my legs and put a finger in my asshole to begin its stretching.
