Shell

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual acts are consensual. Enjoy!***

Arriving at a converted warehouse on a business park, Mia Milosevic, 18, enters into the reception of Cummings' Cams, approaching the reception desk. As she walks through the lobby, she looks around at the white plasterboard walls bordered with potted plants in front, noticing some faux-leather sofas between the plants looking inviting for a sit down. Turning her gaze upwards shows the bare rafters of the roof of the warehouse, with daylight filtering through the fibreglass roofing panels.

The receptionist greets Mia, asking, "Welcome to Cummings' Cams! How can I help you?"

The young teen answers, "Um, my name is Mia. I was asked to come by... Pleasant and Frankie, is it?"

The receptionist picks up her desk phone, dialling as she politely asks, "Let me just check; one second?" After a brief wait, the receptionist says to the phone, "I have a... Mia?... Mia, waiting... Okay... I'll let her know." Putting the phone down, the receptionist informs Mia, "Frankie will be right with you. Feel free to sit down, if you like, but she won't be long."

Mia expresses a quiet, "Thank you," to the receptionist, taking a seat on the nearest sofa, rubbing her thighs through her jeans with closed fists, breathing long, deep breaths as she waits.

It really isn't long to wait for Mia, as barely a couple of minutes pass until a door beside the reception desk opens, with Frankie, 23, bursting forth dressed in a hooded-jumper with a full-body catsuit beneath, and wearing a pair of thick, wedge-heeled boots. She bounds forth to Mia, welcoming her, "Hi! I've been waiting for you, hoping you would show up."

Mia doubtfully asks, "Really?"

Frankie giggles a little, taking a more serious tone to reply, "Of course. I wanted you to come. You're here, so, you are interested?"

Mia gulps as she says, "I... am interested in trying out for you?"

Frankie seriously senses, "You sound unsure. If you don't want to do this, you can leave. No hard feelings."

Mia nods, and takes a deep breath before giving her answer, "I am sure. It's just all new for me. I don't know what to expect."

Frankie firmly states, "It can get tough, and rough, and can hurt a lot. But, not everything has to be hardcore. You're here so we can see what you are comfortable with; to push you to see where your limits lie, and if they can be pushed. I need express consent before we start."

Mia confirms, "I consent."

Frankie asks, reaching for a clipboard and pen from behind the desk, "Can I get you to print, sign, and date? For legal."

Mia takes the clipboard, seeing a lot of text she skims over, finding spaces at the bottom to write her name, signature, and date, as Frankie asked, handing it back to her.

Frankie places the clipboard down, and invites the young teen, "Follow me!"

Mia is led through corridors, and up stairs, moving through a large lobby area where some of the studio's performers are relaxing on faux-leather sofas, and making tea at a kitchen area in the corner, then following Frankie through another corridor to a large bedroom space with no ceiling, instead having rigged lamps on steel frames latticing atop the walls high above them. Multiple cameras are set up, with a king-sized bed set up in one space, and in another space, some very scary looking equipment. The young teen isn't even feeling nervous nor scared seeing this, instead just looking around not knowing what to think or feel.

Frankie enquires, "Thoughts?"

Mia simply states in some apparent state of shock, "I don't know. It's, um... Fuck, I, uh... It's a..."

Frankie finishes the young teen's sentence, "It's a lot to take in, right?," receiving a confirmatory nod from Mia, and Frankie explains, "This is one of our main studio suites providing a comprehensive setup for sexual stimulation, over on the bed with bedside cabinets full of toys, lube, everything you need for your basic fun times. Over here, we have a cross for use with another performer, plenty of rope, gags, whips and floggers, paddles, clamps, chains, cages, pinwheels, all implements of torture for more extreme hardcore fun times; which you can use as you are trained, to avoid any lasting damage to yourself or others."

Mia's mouth is agape gazing with a grimace at the array of items on display, collecting herself to say, "I... do want to try, but, um... I don't think I'm sexy. What did you see in me?"

Frankie shoots the young teen a smile, telling her, "Mia, I saw how shy you were last night, and shy girl is a thing, like, a really big thing, and I saw in you someone who can do that really well. You don't have to use any of this stuff, you don't need to force yourself to act in a sexy way, you don't even need to take your clothes off. Just be you, and, you will be a hit. What I'm interested in though, is seeing exactly what you can take. Take you out of your comfort zone. You might find it awakens something in you. Or, you can leave at any time. No one is stopping you."

Mia feels her nerves building, stroking her arm, not even looking at Frankie as she asks, "You... like me?"

Frankie's mouth waters as she cutely bites her fingertip playfully, replying, "Oh, yeah! This is a big turn on. Printed tee-shirt and jeans? What's not to like? Classic!"

Mia peels up the printed tee-shirt, slowly unveiling the mass of her belly, and the bra cupping her bodacious breasts, shyly wondering, "Still like me?"

Frankie stares with sheer intensity, fully focused and fixated on the woman standing in front of her, responding with heavy breath, "Yeah... Oh, yeah..."

Fully taking her shirt off, dropping it on the floor, Mia undoes her jeans whilst kicking off her trainers, pushing the trousers down her full hips, peeling the denim down her legs, leaving her in her bra, knickers, and socks. Her heart is racing now as she asks, "Surely, I am ugly? No one wants to see this."

Frankie assures Mia, "Stop doubting yourself. You are beautiful just the way you are. Why are you so critical of yourself?"

Mia reflects, "The kids at school... For years they told me how ugly I am..."

Frankie frankly says, "Children know nothing about sex. Don't let what they said as kids haunt you for the rest of your life. Let me tell you, those kids, or some of them, will now be sexually attracted to women who look like you, even fantasising about you. If you were to come across one of your past tormentors, and be invited to indulge in that fantasy, what would you say?"

Mia immediately answers, "Fuck, no!," unable to look Frankie in the eye.

Frankie theorises, "What if they don't give you a choice? Tying you down, or holding you against your will? Could happen, or, if you accept, you could surprise them by being able to command in the situation, having autonomy to do as you please, to satisfy them enough to leave you alone, whilst maintaining your dignity? A woman should be empowered enough to be able to take charge, and take advantage of men's ultimate weakness; that they need an orgasm, and will do anything to get it. You could give them what they want on your terms, instead of letting them take it on theirs?" Mia has a glint in her eye, as her mouth ever-so-slightly curls, and Frankie says, "I can see you like the sound of that."

Mia snorts a laugh, and confirms, "Fuck, that does sound good. I would be useless if anything did happen like that. I want you to do whatever you want with me."

Frankie pulls off her hooded-jumper, suggesting with a beckoning finger as she heads toward the bed, "Come here."

Mia obeys, moving to stand beside the bed, turning around to face Frankie as she is pushed off her feet to collapse on the bed with a start. Sitting up, Mia feels her knickers being pulled off, and her legs being held aloft as Frankie pulls off her socks, forcing her to lay back, feeling Frankie's fingers probe her pussy, the soft weave of the lace catsuit tantalising, hearing her comment, "Not a virgin. Take much cock in this pussy?"

The young teen embarrassedly answers, "No! Ugh, just once."

Frankie probes further, "Did you like it?"

Mia replies, "No, I didn't want it..."

Frankie says, "Poor girl," pulling up Mia, and grabbing around at her back to undo her bra, relieving the young teen of it, seeing how her breasts hang, commenting with a raised brow, "I can have lots of fun with these!"

Mia's heart thumps heavily as Frankie teases her nipples with long licks of her tongue, exploring the enormity of her breasts, becoming coated with lashings of Frankie's saliva. All of a sudden, Mia yelps as Frankie nips with her teeth at her nipples, biting softly down on one of them, then twisting her head as she clamps down harder, making Mia scream in pain.

Frankie giggles maniacally, feeling the teen's quickening heart through her teeth, taunting her, "I think you like that, hehe," biting down with increasing force on Mia's other nipple, making her howl in pain.

Tears welling in her eyes, Mia tilts her head back, tightly shutting her eyes, and clawing deep into the mattress as Frankie feasts on her chest. The teeth gripping on the young teen's teats, pulling them any which way, stretching to suspend as they are lifted, then released to slap down onto her chest, then being picked up again with gripping nips.

Mia feels the air on her breasts tinge the wetness of the saliva, and the stinging of her nipples with every pump of blood beating through her chest. Shocked, the young teen feels Frankie has altered her attention to her pussy, licking with a teasing tongue all along the labia, and giving special attention to the clitoris with hard sucks. Settling into the new sensations, she feels comfort and relief from Frankie's play, broken by the unexpected biting on her clit, grinding hard to loud groans of agony.

Frankie relents, giggling with another taunt, "I don't hear you telling me to stop."

Mia is trying so hard to be brave, wanting to stop so many times, ready to leave and never return, but she remembers how her dad treated her, and how she ran away. She feels so desperate to be stronger, so she boldly says, "I don't want you to stop. Don't go easy on me."

The young teen's naivety is amusing to the experienced dominatrix, as Frankie takes Mia's hand, pulling her to her feet to lead her across the room, saying, "I don't want you ripping holes in the bed, or lashing out at me when it becomes too much," positioning Mia in front of the X-shaped rack, clasping the teen's wrists and ankles in solid steel cuffs, telling her, "You can't resist now. You are at my mercy. Unfortunately for you, I have a new-born daughter who is driving me insane, so you will get no mercy from me. I'm feeling so sadistic. It's called BDSM for a reason."

Helpless, Mia tugs at her wrist restraints, barely able to budge as she rolls her shoulders trying to make herself more comfortable, and she notices that Frankie has picked something from one of the cabinets, bringing back to her a silver chain, with clamps dangling from the ends as they drape off her fist. The sight of the silvery steel makes Mia feel uneasy, watching as Frankie squeezes around one of the teen's nipples with her lace-covered fingers, hooking a clamp firmly on the fattest part she can find, letting it hang securely. The young teen feels so much pain, she can't even open her mouth to scream, filtered by clenched teeth and pursed lips.

Frankie hooks another clamp on Mia's other breast, giving a cheeky slap to sobs from the young teen, as she notices what the dominatrix is holding, seeing that chain has another length extending from it, with two more clamps. The dominatrix gives a hearty, fun-filled giggle, as she pinches between her finger and thumb, and pulls on the young teen's labia, hooking a clamp on one lip, then tracing to do the same to the other, stepping back once the clamps are secured, threading her fingers along the chain, catching it's midpoint with a healthy tug, hearing a sustained groan from her helpless captive. Frankie asks, "Too much?"

Eyes closed, and head resting on her shoulder as she grimaces and whimpers, Mia answers through clenched teeth, "No," sucking air through her teeth. Frankie tugs with such force on the chain that Mia thinks her nipples are going to be teared off, and her pussy hurts like never before, feeling so full of pressure with blood pumping thickly through the area, feeling it pulsate with hard thumps.

Frankie enquires of the teen, "Not done yet, huh?"

Mia shakily shouts, "No!," as Frankie let's go of the chain, allowing the teen's breasts to rest, and her labia to find comfort from the soft pull of gravity.

Feeling the force weighing on her hefty breasts and fresh pussy, Mia sobs, looking down at her pathetic body as her head hangs forward, thinking she deserves this pain. She has known it for much of her life. She is no stranger to being subjected to it. Seeing something quick whip across her gaze, dragging the chain to further pull on her clamps, leaving her belly feel hot as she cries out, "Ah!"

With a whip in hand, Frankie boasts, "I do love a good whipping," giggling as she wheels it around her head to pick up some momentum before striking the girl's girthy belly again.

Mia can barely keep her eyes open with the heaviness of the impacts blasting through her bodacious body, shutting her eyes as she cries, "Ah! Ah! Ahh! Ah! Uhh! Mmm!"

Frankie taunts the teen, "That was a sex noise! You're starting to enjoy it now," whipping the teen faster with more varied strokes, teasing Mia's sore nerves with each lick of the leather.

Mia does feel strange all over, voicing how she feels as she would when she plays with herself. Allowing these sensations to sink in, she rolls her head around her shoulders with her eyes closed, losing herself in the soreness all over her body as the whipping ceases, momentarily feeling Frankie unclamp the clamps from her, still feeling their weight as if they are still there, but opening her eyes to confirm they have definitely been removed, as Frankie replaces them in the cabinet.

Frankie checks in with the captive, "Had enough?"

Mia bravely breathes, "Just do what you're going to do with me," whimpering and sobbing as the soreness sets in ever deeper and tighter.

Frankie lets the young teen down from her restraints, and guides her to the bed. There she commands the teen to, "Get up on all fours. I want to play with that ass!"

Unable to rest, Mia obeys, propping herself up on her hands and knees, feeling Frankie's warm hands explore her arse cheeks, clutching them and massaging them, leaving them with a slap as she hears the dominatrix walk away. It's not long before Frankie comes back though, but Mia is caught unaware by a solid force punching her across the cheeks. She collapses onto her side, grimacing, catching her breath to groan, "Fuck!," seeing Frankie holding a large paddle in her hand.

Frankie demands, "Up!," spurring the teen to wriggle back into position, and as she does, the dominatrix tells the teen, "It's got little hearts all on it, giving you nice red love hearts everywhere! Consider it a gift," wrenching back to slap Mia again, commenting, "for your cute cheeks!"

Mia drops down onto her forearms, unable to hold herself up on her hands anymore, with her face barely an inch from the bedsheets, as Frankie delights, "Oh, you're giving me a nice target dropping down like that!" The young teen endures even more intense strikes coming harder now, slapping all over her arse, hips, thighs, and lower back.

Frankie steps back, admiring the printing of the hearts all over Mia, pleased with her work as she beams, "Oh! So, so, cute! I have no words. Mmm!," squealing with joy as she goes to put the paddle back; it's work done.

Tears dried on her face, Mia realises she's done crying, accepting the pain as her new norm, still bent over the bed for the dominatrix, desperate to do anything to please.

Frankie returns, and softly says, "You can lie down now. Relax. Are you okay?"

Mia rolls over onto her back, sucking a sharp intake of air through her lips as her arse burns with the contact of the soft bed linen, feeling how her head flops back to rest on the bed, staring up at the lights and the rafters above her, finding in her the strength to say, "I'm fine. I deserve it."

Frankie seriously states, "No one deserves pain. People who enjoy this type of thing do it because they like how it feels. It's thrilling for them; a test of their will, and their fortitude. I personally crave it, like a drug. With my husband, we do all sorts of stuff to each other. Actually, I met her through doing this, and haven't looked back since. I submit because I like how it feels to have no control, and I dominate because I like how I can take that control back. I find a balance through it that relaxes me and frees me, bringing me such a wonderful pleasure like nothing else," asking the teen, "So, did you like it?"

Mia rolls her head to look up at Frankie, and ponders her question for a moment before giving her answer, "I... uh, don't think I did? Eventually, I just didn't feel it as much, just feeling heavier and heavier as it sets in. Just... um... I don't know."

Frankie smiles, and says, "That's okay. It's not for everyone. But, you know what? You got through it, and you're still here. For that, I think you deserve a reward."

Mia follows Frankie with her eyes as she walks across to a bedside table, opening a drawer to take out a dildo, showing it to the young teen as Mia watches her come between her legs, resting her head back on the bed as she feels Frankie grace her pussy lips with her lacey fingertips. Stinging and tingling, the young teen feels Frankie's fingers glide up and down her slit, hearing how wet she is, feeling her moistness spread with each motion, with the coolness of the lace weave building up a relief from the soreness with each passing stroke.

Suddenly, Mia is shocked by her sensitivity as she feels the bulging tip of the dildo press into her pussy, slowly sinking inside, building up more and more pressure, causing her to ache. The dildo is pulled out to the teen's relief, but is pushed back in, a little easier, but slowly plunging deeper. Frankie remarks, "Wow, you are tight! I'm having to put in some work here."

Feeling a wave of heat flash across her face, Mia replies, "I've never, uh... used a dildo. I, ah... just use my fingers, and, um, only recently. And, ah... I've had sex once, but, mmm... not as big as this..."

Frankie giggles as she listens to the young teen, enjoying the girl's embarrassment.

Attention drifting, Mia loses her sense of space and time as she feels increasingly floaty, with the weight of her pain lifting from her, and a warmth radiating from within to fill her to her extremities. A sense of ease sets into the young teen, bringing with it utter relaxation, rolling her body to release all tension, replacing it with a blooming of brilliant satisfaction. More, and more, the feeling swells, and the feeling grows, and like the sea meeting the shore, it fills, recedes, and refills, over, and over, and over, until...

Frankie braces the teen's belly with her free hand as the other plunges the dildo into her pussy, attempting to hold her as she watches the young teen's convulsions, hearing her utterances, sensing her rapturous release as it floods forth.

Mia can hardly move, or breathe, attempting to catch her breath, laying there a quivering mess. Frankie sits at her side, helping the young teen to sit upright. Doing so reveals to the young teen a puddle on the floor pooling around the base of the bed, and Mia frightenedly asks, "Did I piss myself? Fuck, I'm so sorry!"

Frankie hushes the teen firmly, informing her, "Don't worry, you didn't do anything bad. I can see you've never had an orgasm like that before? It's always a shock the first time," giggling as she sees the teen trying to make sense of it.