Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Millie Smallwood was a submissive. She hadn't experimented, gone on a Tinder Date, or anything, but she loved Submissive Porn videos and she always identified with the submissive in these clips. So that must mean something, mustn't it she decided.
For months the fetish world she craved was never closer than her computer screen and it seemed that that is where it would remain, always safely out of reach.
Day followed day as she lived out her dull everyday life as a senior accounts clerk through the day and returned home to her mother's house straight from work Her mother Julia Small wood worried about her daughter. She could be so innocent sometimes. No, home of a night with her mum was the best place for her and there was just no denying that.
As the senior accounts clerk Millie rubbed shoulders with the executives of the company. She lacked the glamour to be invited to functions and was, in any case content to be an organiser working in quiet anonymity to make these functions a success.
Then Tina Musgrove was appointed as Junior Accounts clerk and it all changed. Tina had completed the year long, Introduction to Accounts Work in the 21st Century Course at a Leeds Poly tech and had turned nineteen a few months before joining the company. Hers had been Millie's first involvement with an interview and that had made her mother immensely proud.
"An acknowledgement," she told everyone she talked to.
Millie had just liked her. She could see at once that Tina knew next to nothing about clerical work but she had no one to talk to and she was lonely. The other women in the department were in their forties and kept to themselves as a clique from which Millie, for one was excluded.
She was twenty four so quiet, she fancied, mature for Tina and she also fancied she could give the youngster some guidance in the School of Life. One such aspect was the Work Dress Code. Tina had come to work in a skirt that was far too shirt and, at Morning Tea, Millie had had a quiet word with her. The following day Tina had worn an entirely appropriate dress to work and Millie had praised her for her choice even though she had really liked her in the mini skirt.
What happened after that was that although the length fitted the appropriate category her underwear, which could be clearly discerned under her skirt or dress became quite raunchy. Mr Watkins, the Financial Controller and a sedate man in his early sixties had caught her eye and glanced significantly at Tina's bottom on which the outline of her thong was showing clearly.
She hated having to tell her off but she had no choice. When the other staff had gone to the cafeteria for their lunches she called Tina into her office and closed the door. Then she related Mr Watkin's obvious concerns.
To her astonishment Tina had scoffed. Then when Millie had expressed the opinion that such a response was hardly appropriate Tina told her Mr Watkins had demanded a blow job the day before. Millie had been stunned that this kind elegant refined man would want a blow job from someone young enough to be his grand daughter.
"Well he saw me on one of my videos," Tina said reasonably.
"What videos would these be Tina?" Millie asked not wanting to hear the answer.
"Well I've done a few, um a few spanking ones, four anal, oh a variety really, why?"
This was the moment. Did she go back to living with mum and let the world pass by her safe little world.
"Wow, what an exciting life you've led Tina," she gushed.
So that would be a no.
"You'd be good."
"Me? Oh God no." she said hoping against hope that Tina would insist she was wrong.
Tina took hold of her hand. It had to be serious, she was going to say something profound; Millie's tummy was full of butterflies.
"You're a natural submissive, would you like to try out?"
"Yeah, why not," she heard herself say.
"Better get waxed, you know, a Brazilian, they don't like a bush much, not when you're trying to break into the industry."
Millie's heart was pounding, she had never felt it beat so heavily before. Her throat was dry and her concentration was shot. It felt wonderful.
Tina, as it happens was the one with the inside knowledge on suitable practitioners of waxing and it was she who made the appointment for after work that very evening.
"Now, " she said cruelly," al you have to do is ring your mum and let her know, you'll be a bit late home this evening."
"Oh! She'll kill me, what do I say?"
"The truth, the new girl wants to get a tattoo on her arm and she's terrified so you have said you'll go along with her for moral support."
Julia smiled as she heard her daughter's lies.
"Silly girl, getting a tattoo but wasn't that so like my Millie going with her? Never a thought for herself that daughter of mine," she thought as she hung up after happily agreeing with Milllie's explanation.
Millie and Tina left work after the others had rushed out the door at five. They made their way to Beautiful Brazilians and Piercings which was up a side street and slipped inside.
Tina was greeted as an old friend and because she was Tina's friend Millie was their friend too.
"Have you been waxed before?" Yvonne asked gently, knowing the answer.
"Well, no to be honest and it's a bit daunting really."
"A bit daunting! My God child you should be terrified. Do you want to show off your cunt for all the world to see?"
Yvonne had asked the question as a taunt but Millie had had most of the day working what lay ahead out right then and so she knew exactly what she wanted.
"I want to do submissive porn Yvonne and I guess if I can't deal with this there's not much hope in me managing the rest. And I do really want to."
She was perfect; Yvonne saw it instantly and glanced across to Tina for confirmation. She got the nod.
Taking a deep breath she began to speak.
"It's a lot harder than 90 percent of the housewives and office girls we get in here wanting to make a fortune in porn and getting in through BDSM realize. But I can tell you this Millie, it's life changing but it's hard. You're up for it?"
The speech had inspired her and Millie stood tall to give her reply. She thought the fewer words the better so her answer was "yes."
She got a hug from Yvonne and another from Tina who really quite fancied her.
"Tell you what, lets do an audition tape- here." Yvonne looked at Tina for her agreement.
"What, you mean here? I thought they did them in studios?"
"You're scared of being seen, aren't you dear? Well if that's too much for you perhaps this was all a mistake and you can rush home for mum's steak and kidney and catch the last part of East Enders if you're lucky. So what's it to be?"
She looked at Tina who mimed wiggling her tits while licking her lips.
"Fuck I am such a goose. You're right, both of you. Thanks."
Taking Yvonne's direction she headed through to a corridor and down to an open space while the non gooses surreptitiously wiped their eyes and resolved to help their sweetheart all they could.
A camera man and a sound guy appeared by a bed as if by magic.
A man was going to do her, she realized as a creature with piercings everywhere smiled at her.
"right, put your clothes up here and I'll see what I've got to work with," he told her cheerfully.
No man had ever seen her naked. Until now, besides he was most likely gay. She started to undress. Her blouse first, then her skirt and her petticoat. A pause and her bra.
"Pinch your nipples babe," Tina coaxed.
She pinched her nipples and felt them harden. Then she felt a tingling between her legs. She took a breath, this was a turn on. Now the panties, oh God, and the bush.
"Nothing ventured," she muttered to herself and slipped them off.
She looked at Ramon's face but Ramon was a pro and nothing fazed him.
"We're going to bind you now Doll," Yvonne told her.
She had never felt anything like when the rope dug into her skin and she was unable to move. Yvonne bound her spread eagle to the four corners of the bed and helpless she waited.
Ramon gave her a dubious wink as he announced.
"Show Time."
With the camera in close he trimmed her with the shears.
"Well,"she thought,"so far so good."
The wax was hot but not unbearably so and felt sticky. She could do this. Feeling confident now, almost cocky in fact she awaited the next step.
Ramon, an experienced and expert waxing Technician with a loyal clientelle got a grip and did the wrist flick on the first strip. Millie's scream was deafing as her body arched into a perfect bridge.
Ramon, being a male, could not handle screaming. Yvonne and Tina raised a brow. Eddie on camera and Mal on sound grinned: this was pure gold.
Everyone waited. Tears flowed down Millie's cheeks and her lips pursed. She looked up forlornly at Tina.
"You look so gorgeous babe," her friend told her.
Millie nodded and after a pause the waxing continued. She managed to find her courage and after a time even the gritting of the teeth and the deep gasps stopped. It finished and she was hairless down there.
"I think a full body wax, don't you?" Yvonne suggested to the bound figure.
Millie gave a shy little smile and nodded.
And then she was in the shower, with Tina who had stripped off partway through the waxing and was keen to get in shot. The camera was in there with them as was Mal the sound man. Tina kissed her, on the lips and she knew her mother would disown her but she opened her mouth so Tina could French kiss her and she could French kiss her back.
Later in the back room the three women watched the clip. It hadn't been edited and there wasn't a voice over, just the raw footage and it was clear as day that the shy little accounts clerk was a budding star of the porn industry.
She loved being naked now, anyone could see her and she went back through chatting with anyone who would talk with her. The camera went with her so everyone did. It was, she thought as walked (clothed) hand in hand with Tina to the bus stop the most wonderful day of her life.
She had been going to take Tina home then remembered that she hadn't gotten that tattoo on her arm and that would be the first thing her mum would want to see. Tina insisted on going anyway. She told Millie everything would be OK but she had had enough of this overbearing woman and had a few home truths to tell her.
If Millie was ever going to make a life for herself she had to get away from those claws and Tina felt she was just the girl to do it.
