Amelia sits up on her calves, knees pushed together and back completely straight as both arms cross behind it. Her chest is pushed out, each breast covered in red marks with her nipples just as sore from those clips her mistress brought out. Her mistress? No, it was just Dani. Mistress Danielle, at least that's what she asked to be called and Amelia didn't want to be seen as rude. It's those long leather gloves that Dani wears, reminding her of the stranger's, able to snap in them just as well. Every command is just so simple and straightforward, the punishment turned to a praise session only an hour in and now it seems she can get mistress to call her a good girl for the simplest of acts. It's heaven, at least by comparison. 

"Crawl closer, Amy." Snap. "Good girl."

"Kiss my boots, Amy." Snap. "Good girl."

"Open your mouth, Amy. Tilt your head up for me now." Snap. "Good girl."

Dani's spit hits the back of Amy's throat and she thanks her for it, eyes wide and adoring. She's such a good host, it would be so rude to act ungrateful and her throat was dry...

"Swallow, Amy." Snap. "Good girl." 

Amy pants for breath, not quite sure why all of this makes her so winded, it's just unlike anything else... "You... you said this wasn't training...."

"I lied. Forgive me, Amy." Snap.

"O-okay, I f--"

"Good girl. Now shut your mouth, Amelia." Snap. "Good girl."

See? It's so easy. Heaven. 

Once again, Amelia finds herself catching the bus to that shady warehouse where her mind is treated like a project, a plaything. Only this time, Dani... Mistress Danielle, fills the seat beside her. Dark hickeys line Amelia's exposed neckline and she practically paws at the chastity belt beneath her dress even in this crowded space. Still, she has no reason to hide her shame anymore, not with the leash that Dani clipped to her collar telling anyone whose eyes linger that she's property anyway. She stares at the cord wrapped around the other's fingers and knows the girl could tug it at any time to scatter her thoughts all over again. 

That submissive headspace she's been drifting in and out of all week has her at an all time low... or perhaps she's high? The girl grins, relishing the thrill of being taken somewhere against her will with so many bystanders even if she knows she should be resisting. Dani's crop saw to her fight a little too well, the soreness reminding her that disobedience comes with swift punishment and submission brings heaven. 

"Uhm... D-Dani I don't think we... I mean, is it possible we never--"

Danielle pinches Amy's mouth shut with long nailed fingers, reminding the pet her place with a stern look. This feeling right here... it's intoxicating to Amelia, the feeling of being property. "This is a quiet bus, Amy. Don't be rude." 

I mustn't be rude.

Mistress Danielle holds leash over her shoulder in a casual saunter, stopping before the warehouse entrance as a ditzy Amelia catches up with tautness keeping her at Dani's heel. Amelia steels herself for confrontation, having saved all her fight for when this door finally opens, knowing it's her last chance to ask to stop this, no, demand to. The moment she meets eyes with that mysterious stranger she'll... she'll... wait, when did the door open?

"Hello princess, I thought I'd send somebody to go and fetch you today. How was your morning?" Danielle releases the leash and Amy's stranger catches it dexterously, pulling the girl forwards into their arms. A hand slides around her lower back while the other keeps her back straight with the leash pulled taut once more. 

Now's her chance. "I-I... uhm... can... can I cum please, sir?" She feels her sight go blurry, her arousal almost nauseating as she throws herself against the other so helplessly. "It's so... I'm so... ah, please." 

"Who does your pleasure belong to, princess?" Amelia blushes at the nickname, petname? It's hard to care about semantics while she's so turned on, desperate for release after only a day. 

"You... it belongs to you, sir... but..." 

"It's okay, I forgive you for being needy. Let's keep going with this logic for a spell... If your pleasure belongs to me, then you can call me your pleasure's owner. That's a confusing mouthful, though, so go ahead and shorten it to owner. I think there are other parts of you that you'll be willing to hand over, so it just makes it easier. Nice and tidy. Okay, princess?"

Amelia hypnotises herself with that cologne, now that she knows about 'Amy' she can use it as a convenient scapegoat whenever she has submissive thoughts and that only makes it easier to give in and go along with it all. In the end she was right, learning the truth only sucked her further in. "Yes sir... owner. I can call you whatever I... I just need to cum, okay? I'm only here for that... okay?"

"And your dissertation?" A smug laugh echoes as the door slides shut, owner guiding Amy back into the circus. 

"Yes... that too."