By the time morning rolls in, Amelia has yet to rediscover sleep. The girl runs a hand through her dark brown mop and leans on the edge of her desk, realising just how deep into this game she has found herself. Even listening to that eye opening playback outside of the place that seems to warp her judgement made her hot and heavy, had she not been wearing this chastity belt she probably would have shamefully began touching herself to the sound of her own voice betraying her so coldly. Her deepest, darkest wants, desire she would never consciously surrender to... has been secretly and literally weaponised against her for days. 

No wonder she's found it so hard to resist slipping further under the stranger's thumb, she's been helping them claim her fully. Now that she knows the truth, something so obvious that anybody not in her compromised mental state could have seen from miles away, Amelia knows that she cannot return to that place. It really is temptation incarnate, Eden, and now it has its hooks in Amelia. 

If she doesn't return, how will she get this stupid belt off? If she returns to college, is Dani going to be used against her? These are the thoughts that keep Amelia from sleeping, though both pale in comparison to the worst of all. 

That recording goes on for another ten minutes after their trance, but Amelia only remembers listening up to the instruction given to Amy. Bite her tongue? How did that help the stranger manipulate her into giving in? It seems so random, but then... it worked, didn't it? Amelia stares at her phone with the playback paused right where she always seems to space out. She can piece it together well enough... if Amy is working against her and pulled out her phone to show she was recording... the stranger could have pre-recorded an induction that Amelia has just sat through at least three times in her panic and confusion. 

And if that's the case, it meant they chose to let her discover all of this, that they're confident this only drags her in deeper. Amelia desperately wonders what's in those words she just absorbed and considers skipping through it at random intervals to avoid the trance. Her hand always freezes and she chastises herself internally... wouldn't that be rude?

The thought makes no real sense, the logic faulty, but Amelia does not possess the strength to fight it. Maybe she really is weak, then?

"Fuck... I'm so..." The arousal permeates, fogs up her thoughts and makes her want to open a window. Except they're already open and Amelia sits topless and flustered, wishing the cloud would pass and let her head clear up. As morning refuses to pause and give her time to collect her thoughts, Amelia assumes she's missed yet another assembly with a frown before remind herself she can't return to that place. Just as she stands up to go and splash her face with water and find some caffeine to make up for the lack of sleep, a sudden noise makes Amelia jump back in fright. 

Knock, knock!

"Wh-who's there?" Amelia steps over to the door quickly, hand on the knob to make sure it's locked.

"Dani, silly. Who else?"

Ah, this is a bad joke. 

A number of panicked and confused thoughts race around Amelia's head before she realises the obvious... and as she realises, she remembers. 

"Nice and deep again for me, Amy? Ah I know you can't answer me in a recording, but go ahead and nod your head for me anyway."

...

"You're going to call your friend Dani, aren't you?"

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"--wrote her number in your notes--"

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"--and tell her where you live--"

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"--and then unlock--"

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"--the--"

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"--door."

"Ah!" Amelia yanks her hand away but the deed has already been done with a nice click that escaped her narrow hearing. Amy was so kind to let her friend Dani inside, the blonde firmly pushing the now unlocked door open and entering the room with prying eyes. "What are you doing here? Get out!"

"But... huh? You called me over?" Dani tilts her head, wondering if Amelia needs a lie down. "Is that any way to treat a guest, Amy?"

Something clicks in Amelia's head and she realises how rude she just was, face tinting red with embarrassment. "Oh... oh my god, sorry. That was uncalled for... uhm, but still... I think I need you to lea--"

Danielle shrugs off her long parka and unzips her skirt, stepping out of it once it drops to the ground and turning to lock the dorm room door once more. Amelia stares in disbelief at the sight, her notoriously shy and introverted coursemate dressed as dominatrix, her body hugged by tight latex halter dress with high neck forming a collar. When she turns on those thigh high stilettos that draw Amelia's attention almost completely, Mistress Dani giggles and steps over with impressive sway in her steps. A riding crop not unlike the stranger's paddle but with better reach trails up Amelia's steel belt, over her stomach and chest, up her neck and finally lifting her chin. 

"My eyes are up here, Amy! I told you I was to keep an eye on you right? What that really means is... keep you in line." Amelia grimaces, opening her mouth to speak but finding herself meek and startled when the crop lifts and swats her cheek. "If you're going to dress up like a submissive slut, you better start acting like one too or you'll just be a poser, ahaha... look at you, Amy, don't tell me you want me out of here when you look like one half of a puzzle and I fit spec for the other. You need me here, okay? It'd be rude to kick me out in any case."

"I mustn't... mustn't be rude..." Amelia chokes out, not sure where the words come from but sensing a powerful truth in them. "Is this... training?"

Dani's eyes light up at the word, remembering her own. "This is punishment. Owner found a good girl in Amy, so Amelia needs to be punished for holding her back... I-I always wanted to be your friend, but you were never nice to me. In fact you were a bitch, so I'm going to enjoy this. Arms behind your back, Amelia. I need your tits unobstructed... I'm a guest, remember, so don't be a rude host and refuse."

"I mustn't be rude..."