Amelia spaces out during her short bus ride, playing through the scene in the lecture hall over and over in her shaken head. Why was she so excited when the stranger offered to pick her up? Why did Dani's words cut her like serrated edge? She's not acting herself and she knows it, the only problem being that Amelia never much liked her old self either. With plodding steps, the girl drops onto paved concrete and finds the entrance of the warehouse. When the door finally slides open she melts against the stranger's eyes, desiring the comfort of those gloved hands directing her and those well chosen words presenting one affirmation after another. 

Is it because they said you're their favourite? Ahahaha... owner says that to everyone, it's your fault if you ate it up and took it to heart...

The girl's fists ball up and she steps inside, shouldering her bookbag. Her stranger gives curious look, like they're assessing her feelings under a microscope, a surgeon ready to operate on her emotional core. Or perhaps a vulture ready to pick it apart.

"I see you made your own way here, how very independent. If you must know, I squeezed the story from Danielle and the girl is in timeout. Poor thing will miss out on y--"

"Cut the shit. You're telling me you didn't plan that? To... to make me fall further into your arms when you comfort me... to act like she's being punished when she'd probably beg to have that done to her?" Amelia gives her best scowl, letting the door slide closed behind her and lock even as she threatens to ruin her voice. 

The stranger smiles darkly, not saying a word more on the subject. "Come, we'll be using the cubby again today. You're probably wondering wh--"

"Masturbation, you know I know that too. I'm not here to be manipulated and... and trained like I'm really joining this circus, remember? If you have these methods then I want to know them, not be subjected to them. This... it's my dissertation, I can't write an unbiased piece of journalism if I'm part of your fucking harem for real." Amelia hastily sits herself down on the bench and folds her arms defiantly, wondering if the spell has finally broken at long last. They underestimated her, thought they could pull her in with tricks and mind games. 

"You're tense, you're upset. You can leave if you'd rather not be here, tortured by my wicked whims, or you could let me hypnotise you again. Just to calm you down some, I don't think it would do well to proceed with today's activity with you in such an ill mood." The stranger sits beside her and Amelia greedily breathes in their cologne, growing meeker by the second.

"Do... do I stink? I was only... only trying to..."

"Impress me?"

"Not humiliate myself. Until you, I didn't think anything would make me want to... you know." The girl's erratic breathing slows and she sits back, looking at the hanging chain and remembering what sort of place she's in. "Fine, you can hypnotise me. I trust you, sir." As she speaks these well placed words, Amelia reaches into her dress pocket and starts the recording on her phone. 

"Very well then, good girl. Lap."

By the time her consciousness returns, Amelia blinks away the sleep and smiles passively, stopping the recording on her phone and making sure to lock it. "I feel much better now... relaxed. All isn't forgiven, though, I'll remind you I'm here for my paper and nothing more."

The stranger chuckles and runs fingers through their long red hair as they leave the bench to dig through the trays on their left. "Right you are, Amy. Temptation often comes and goes, like a wave. All waves eventually come crashing onto shore and so we'll see how you feel when it does, okay? For the time being... seems I've more pets that need timing out because you're correct again, today is masturbation study."

"I find it hard to believe that leak wasn't planned too... the anticipation is something you wanted, isn't it? Makes me easier to control when I'm sitting here, waiting for instruction. I'm right, aren't I?" Amelia pushes her thighs together, twisting her lips. 

"You, girl, are too smart for your own good. I hardly anticipated you working on your own technique like that, so you've outdone yourself as per usual. Anyway, did it work? This hypothetical manipulation effort of mine? You can be aware of something and still be influenced by it, the way you're sitting makes me think it worked. Ah, you're so amusing... did I mention you're my favourite?"

"I don't recall that, sorry." Amelia mutters bitterly, fingers digging into the edges of the bench. She can't deny the anticipation as much as she'd like to. Nor can she play off the fact that she did in fact spend the night practicing regardless of the flimsy rationale. "Do you want me to just... do it here? How's it work, then, you have these girls touch themselves for you. Debase themselves as it wears at their ego or uhm... something along those lines? I'm starting to think this place isn't as wholesome as you make it out to be..."

"My, whatever gave you that impression?" The stranger asks jovially as they retrieve the same pair of handcuffs that had been used on the doll the other day. "First thing's first, I want you to strip for me. I've already seen you naked before so there's no use in protecting your modesty and well, I'd love to see my girls' handiwork with the rope. I'd like to see how the paint elevates canvas, it just so happens that my favourite colour of rope is missing too."

Despite herself, Amelia blushes. The girl obliges, lifting off her dress and showing off her rope-bound body to the eyes of a pleased stranger. "Do I start touching myself now, or..."

"Somebody's desperate to get off, has the excitement of the day run downstream or something?" As the stranger laughs, Amelia can only feel the embarrassment of such teasing surface on her hot face again. She's in a hurry to shake off that anticipation that has her head hard to trust, not only that she has a recording to listen through so she can finally put her fears to rest. Amelia forgets that this stranger values patience, watching them open the handcuffs as she raises an eyebrow. "Hands."

As a crisp snapping of fingers stirs her into action, Amelia reluctantly offers both hands and feels soft padded cuffs encased in thick leather snap around each wrist. A part of her knows where this is heading while the rest is still playing catch up. Her arms are raised up over her head and secured to the clip hanging from suspended chain, leaving her in the same compromised state as the doll from the other day. Amelia stands on the tips of her toes, staring incredulously at the person who put her here. The person she just passively let put her here.

"Oh... haha... I see." She stares down at herself, completely vulnerable and decorated in glossy purple finish. "You never said... I mean, they never said I'd be touching myself. I-I set a boundary remember, no touching my--"

"Then I won't, I'm not here to make you uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, Amy, I'd like you to feel good." Gloved fingers stroke over the girl's stomach and she groans, staring at her stranger with eyes softening once more. "Would you like to feel good? Pleasure is one of life's great motivators and I fear you've denied it for too long, dear." 

Amelia squirms on her tiptoes, pushing her legs together as leather tightens around her neck and makes her breathing irregular. "Are you g-going to choke me?"

"Do you want me to?" Leather fingers hold her neck, pushing up her collar, Amelia making sure not to accidentally lean into the touch as her body heats up. Somehow being exposed like this is worse than when she was completely naked. 

"No, I want you to--"

"Touch you here?" A hand hovers over Amelia's crotch and she knows she could push forwards into the touch so easily, hating how quickly she's been turned into a slut all over again. How do they keep doing it?

"No... I mean, yes but..."

"Say what you mean, doll." Fingers leave her neck and snap in front of her, Amelia blinking rapidly and feeling tingles roll over her skin in crashing wave. 

"You... you really turn me on... I hate that you make me feel so... ah, I want to be touched so badly..." Amelia writhes, unable to give herself pleasure as she slowly falls apart. 

"I'm glad, Amy. As I said, pleasure is important. It can be a big part of your life if you let it, but you have to--"

"No... no... I mean... ugh..." The girl squeezes her eyes closed, subtly leaning into the touch at her hip. "Only you make me feel this way... n-nothing else turns me on... even a little... ah..."

"I know, doll." The stranger lifts her face and plants a kiss over her jaw, returning the mark she had washed off the other day. Amelia feels as though she's suspended over an open flame, melting into the touch carelessly. "If you cast your eyes to the wall, I set a timer when we began. All you need do to pass is wait it out. If you do require my touch elsewhere and ask me to help you out, that's fine too. Completely optional, see?"

Amelia whimpers, feeling that cold leather cooling her front as the hands slide up and over rope to hold her just below her breasts. She looks over at the wall clock and bites her lip, fingers tightening around chain above her head. "An... an hour? It's been four minutes... and..."

"Yes?"

"Is this... a game to gain access to my body? My... pleasure?"

"Yes."

"And yesterday? Getting me changed... it started there, seeing me naked and... and..."

"It excited you a lot, I could tell."

"I'm not that... not like that..."

"Dolls don't choose, Amy."

"I'm... I'm not a doll!" 

"Aren't you?"

"A-ah!"

The girl accidentally bites her tongue, gasping and squirming in place as she finds herself watching the torturously slow timer count them down. "Ack... You're shuch a... I need to ah..." Why does she need it so badly? Before all of this, the urge never once came to her. Now it's all she can think about, the desire burning up all rational thoughts in her brain. A part of her knows that if she lets the stranger give her pleasure, that excruciating hour will pass her by in an instant. The rest of her has finally caught up, too. "Pleash... ugh... I-I want it, ohkay?" 

"Do I have permission?"

Amelia timidly nods, the anticipation eating away at her like nothing else. 

"I need you to say it. Actually, why don't you ask me nicely?" Cool fingers push into her cheek while others stroke down her back, Amelia growing an addiction. 

Her mouth pushing open slowly, tongue still throbbing and digits digging into her face, Amelia tries her very best. "Touch me... please..."

"Nicer." 

Amelia swallows with her eyes closed, leaning into that touch less subtly with every passing second. When her eyes flutter open, she tries even harder. "Uhm... Can you please touch me... sir?" She waits there with her eyes glued to the strangers, pleading with round orbs that no longer hold their sharpness, completely dulled and docile. The girl gasps when she feels pressure against her sex at long last, pushing into it needily and doing her best not to be so loud. When they notice, the stranger pulls their hand back and grins. 

"Would you like a gag, Amy?"