Dissertation

The doll does not so much as smile, which piques Amelia's interest greatly. Spit falls onto her thigh, those glossy high heels slipping out from under the young woman's feet and her breasts peeking out from unlaced corset. Is this what happens when you stay in that submissive state for too long, wonders the student idly, is this what would become of her if she fell headfirst under sir's control and really let go of all inhibition? It's a dazzling sight, seeing a person so empty, like a toy made to look human.

"You can touch her if you'd like." Speaks the stranger at a higher volume, talking over their doll to address the gazing Amelia.

"I-I'm quite alright, just get on with it okay?"

A light chuckle. "As you wish, princess." From one of the nearby trays, the smug redhead pulls a small penlight and shines it into the hypnotised girl's eyes. Amelia watches as the glassy orbs slowly cross and focus on the light, following it as the stranger moves it around in gentle motions. As her head rolls around submissively, hair spills over her shoulders and strokes down Amelia's arm. "She's completely obedient now, reminded me of yourself once upon a time though maybe not quite so abrasive. Lap." Fingers snap and the hypnotised student climbs onto her owner's lap without a word or a thought, head rolling back onto the other's shoulder as gloved hands run down her front. "Imagine losing all ability to question where you're touched, who touches you, and why. All unimportant in her dazed journey into the dark. I'm almost jealous... aren't you?" A finger pushes into her slick entrance and Amelia looks away, feeling overwhelmed again but knowing she'd only crawl back again if she chose to leave.

"Whatever floats your boat, in so much that she's happier than I probably am I guess you could say I'm jealous but. That's far too humiliating to be enjoyable, far too dehumanising..."

"It can be tiring, being human, sometimes people need a break from it all and I think they're the most honest folks around. Here, we've still got another girl to have one on one with." The stranger stands and guides their pet to the chain suspended from the ceiling, securing padded cuffs around the girl's wrists and clipping them to the chain in a way that forces her to stand on her toes. Training herself for those heels, Amelia presumes.

As the girl is stripped and laid bare, Amelia turns away and looks for something to distract herself from having to watch. "Uhm, do you want me to fetch the other one then?"

"Hm? Oh, no, no that's okay. I didn't mean her anyway, when I put them together like that it helps to only choose one at random, I'm sure this girl feels so lucky right now." With a hand cupping the woman's sex and watching her writhe in that suspended state, the redhead turns towards their student. "See?"

"Wait... you didn't mean me, did you?" Amelia pushes her knees together as she sits, only enticing the stranger further as they release the naked woman and saunter back to the bench. They lower down onto it while not breaking eye contact, smiling knowingly.

"It's not like you're hypnotised, Amy, so it's just a taste of what it's like to be in their shoes if you were. Be a good sport, won't you? I was very nice letting you back inside..."

"O-okay but you can't just touch me like you did her. Not down there, or my breasts..." She tries to steady her breathing, not sure if she can stomach being put in the same position as that girl she just watched lose herself all over again against dulcet words and bright light.

"So I can touch you anywhere else? I already knew as much but well, it's good to know for definite." The stranger shuffles closer until their hips kiss.

"I didn't--"

"Relax, Amy, you're supposed to be a hypnotised plaything right now remember? They don't question my orders, they sit passively with docile thoughts if any at all filling the empty space between one ear and the other. Long thoughts that don't always finish their formation, that stretch out for miles from one to the next. Sluggish perception that doesn't notice my hand on their shoulder until it's already running over their thigh." A gloved hand slips into the tight space between Amelia's thighs and firmly pries it open. The girl lets out a gasp and then huffs, wanting to protest but recognising some truth in those words.

"You loosen them up and then... there was whispering, I only caught the end. Is that conditioning?"

"Praise, criticism, additional induction, maybe my own personal whim. It's my voice that's important, the words are secondary. You love having it in your ear like a pacifier." The stranger holds onto Amelia's shoulder and moves those curled lips close, breath collapsing against her in steady rhythm. "It reminds you that you're owned, controlled, loved. That you love being mine and mindless and malleable. No longer having your own choices to make, feeling so liberated and relieved and usually... aroused. There are many ways you can touch a person to turn them on, I don't need the obvious places you made off limits."

Amelia hitches her breath, wondering why she's allowing this but remembering those words from earlier. If she needs to enter a submissive headspace for her study, she might as well get it over with. "You're... ah..." She remembers that thumb filling her mouth and wonders if she was already turned on by that, the girl does not quite understand arousal even when it seems such an obvious thing to her peers. At every turn Amelia is made to feel abnormal and now she has an opportunity to learn properly, the temptation as intoxicating as Eden's infamous fruit.

"I'm just showing you how I usually do it, you asked me to didn't you? God, you're amusing. I'm really happy you came back, you're my new favourite." A hand squeezes her thigh and Amelia feels a headrush, almost choking on the praise even if she was warned that it was one of the methods used. To her the words do matter, she fights the desire to believe them. "Lap." Amelia bites her lip and nods weakly, pushing herself up and lowering down onto sir's lap with her body feeling hot all over. She can't think straight at all anymore, thoughts a complicated jigsaw with gloved hands messing up the pieces every time she tries to complete it. The college student stops trying, resting back and just letting herself submit for the next five minutes or so, hands running over her body under her shirt as she stares out at the suspended doll. It's like the atmosphere of this place makes it easier to accept things you otherwise would not. In a world where all but you submit to this one, confident person, your brain begins to trick you into thinking yourself the one who's wrong.

A flashlight shines into her eyes and she's told to follow it, to go along with the roleplay and just imitate the girl she watched earlier. When Amelia does as she's told again, she's startled at how spacey her head feels. Like a placebo of hypnosis... though, isn't that what hypnosis is? Is she hypnotised? "Sir... is this hypnosis?"

The stranger laughs.

* * *

6 - Amelia's Jaw

"I need a glass of water..." Amelia leans her head back onto the stranger's chest as their arms hold her close. "Maybe a splash on my face, too. Am I excused?"

"I'm happy to call it here, I'm impressed at your commitment to tell the truth... but I can't be seen playing favourites. The time I can personally spend with you in a day is limited, I'll leave you in the care of my right hand and eagerly await our time together tomorrow." Gloved right hand strokes over Amelia's cheek as the two stand and a sudden snap has her blinking before she realises it's not meant for her. "Seven and Twelve, come tend to my guest or I'll reduce your breaks to... ah, I don't think I can make them any shorter haha... whoops."

Amelia watches the person who just treated her body like treasured property turn their back to her, removing cuffs from their neglected doll and giving the girl their arm to lean on. "Why? I thought... thought you could do whatever you wanted, right? Can't you make as much time as you please?" She flattens down her skirt and catches her breath, wondering why she's suddenly so adamant.

"I wasn't expecting you to become so needy quite so soon, I can't say I dislike it. You're right of course, but making you wait is just more fun for me. Until then, consider yourself on standby." The stranger gives a wink and Amelia looks down at her feet, embarrassed. The words have an obvious connotation with that doll on the other's arm, making Amelia feel ashamed for not correcting such a comparison.

As she watches her new fixation walk away with alluring sway, Amelia finds herself approached by those same two helpers from before, dressed in navy coveralls. At a closer glance Amelia notices that the two are not only handcuffed together but chained together at those thick collars they wear, too. "Oh uhm... hello there. Three questions."

The stranger's right hand does not return a friendly look, at least half of it doesn't. One stares her down with dirty blonde bangs while the curly haired brunette returns a soft, placid smile. "Ask away, I'll answer if I'm allowed to. Owner told me all about you, you're very lucky."

Amelia gives half a smirk, recalling that the dolls chosen for one on one with sir were supposedly meant to feel lucky and well, wasn't she chosen today too? "Firstly, which of you is Seven and which is Twelve?"

The girls give her an odd look before the sharper one answers bluntly. "I'm Seven and Twelve, are you dense?"

"Oh I... see. Well now my second question seems moot. I was going to say that surely binding you together makes you far less effective helpers but..."

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's a common mistake!" The brunette smiles softly, taking Amelia's hand in hers. "And your third question, love?"

The student finds this to be the strangest of all she's witnessed here so far. Two women convinced that they are but one, her imagination runs wild at the peculiar name and yet she doesn't think to ask. "Ah, where can I find a restroom?"

* * *

Amelia sighs in front of the mirror and inspects herself with some shyness, noticing how red her face is even after dousing it in cold water. Did she really sound needy, thinks the girl with gentle lip bite. She knows she's going to take plenty of notes when she gets home. Except... "Oh, fuck!" Amelia quickly dries her face and runs into Seven and Twelve outside of the restroom, hands around each other's waists with their noses touching. "Uh... am I interrupting?"

"I was just warming myself up, what's it to you?" Mutters the blonde one, grabbing Amelia's arm before she shakes them off.

"I can walk myself out, thank you very much. If you do that again I... I'll tell." She huffs, wishing she could have worded the threat less pathetically but in too much of a rush to consider her words.

The unfriendly half whistles mockingly, raising her hand up as the other curiously follows. "Fine, fine, I'll be keeping an eye on you though. Hope you enjoyed your stay, doll."

Amelia swallows her retort and almost gags on it, nodding civilly before exiting the warehouse with haste. She has to wait for Seven and Twelve to unlock the door and let her out, making her little skip feel pointless in the end.

The student quickly catches the bus after waving it down and returns to her college building, even sleepier than she had found it before. With impeccable timing the girl almost crashes into her coursemate, a girl even shier than herself though better at making friends. On this occasion she finds the mousy blonde alone, clutching Amelia's bookbag along with her own. "Oh, hi! You uh, you left this earlier along with your coffee. I binned it for you, went cold and gross and uh... here." The girl unloads Amelia's bag with a light blush that has the dark brunette feeling paranoid.

"And my notepad?"

"I closed it and put it in your bag..." She left it open? Amelia really was in a rush to return to that place to be so reckless... as she observes the other with some scrutiny, the girl wonders whether the other took a peek before she closed it.

"How's your paper coming along, Dani?" While she would not consider them friends, Amelia does engage in small talk with this girl on occasion. Though it is never usually so purposeful.

"Oh uh, ahaha... you know. I mean... you know, you know?" The blonde is really staring, to the point that Amelia finds herself running out of patience. No discipline like those well trained dolls, apparently.

"Okay Dani cut the shit. What's your problem? You're gawking at me like you want me to take you out for a walk, something on my face? If I find out you read my notes then I'll--"

"N-no, it's just. There's the collar... and then the lipstick. I'm just surprised, Amelia, like really surprised. I thought you weren't into that sorta stuff or uh, any sorta stuff really." The girl laughs nervously, making Amelia want to push her against a locker like they're back in high school.

"Oh this? It's just a fashion thing I mean I'm not- wait, lipstick?"

"On your jaw? I wish I had that confidence, ahaha..."

On her jaw? Amelia runs a finger over it and gasps. Why can't she remember how she got such a mark? Was it there when she was looking at herself in the mirror earlier?

Amelia blushes hard.

* * *

7 - Amelia's Body

Laying on her back in bed once again, Amelia can only anticipate tomorrow. What's going to happen to her the next time she enters sir's domain and submits herself to them so willingly. Eagerly? Surely not, she has restraint. Discipline, maybe.

"Ahaha... I'm a mess... I can't believe I let them..." Amelia runs a hand up her loose pyjama top and grits her teeth, feeling more intensity than usual from such light and innocuous touch. Like memory and fantasy meld into new sensation that runs out of her fingertips and coats her body in potent aphrodisiac. With rising need, Amelia pushes her legs open just as the stranger had, letting a hand rest over her sex as she remembers the way they cupped the doll's needy cunt. A question about jealously from the day before plays through her head and she exhales need, clamping thighs around her hand to let it go no further. Does she even know how to masturbate? Has she felt the need to learn before?

When Amelia reaches the warehouse next morning and finds a pair of masturbating slaves kneeling on cushions in their cell, the girl wonders if she really is still in the realm of immersive reading. If this is all an ink blotted fantasy in reams of fiction and yearning. A hand wraps around her arm and she revels in the way that leather touch sinks into her flesh and makes her feel owned if only for a brief moment of weakness.

"There you are, looking pretty as always. As you can see, these two have their tasks for the morning and so we can proceed straight to yours. Does that agree with you, Amy?" The redheaded stranger grins, tilting her chin up with their paddle and assessing the new desire present and naked in her eyes. Such an honest look even if she doesn't mean to give it.

"I... yes, sir. And what would that be, if I may ask?" Amelia hopes with all her heart that she is not set the same task as these dolls, not because she'd be unwilling, not if it were her own fingers... but because she was reminded last night of her shameful inexperience in that regard.

"Dress up. No offence, girl, but you're not really getting a proper taste of things here dressed as you are. So guarded, it won't do. Don't worry I'm not demanding that you get naked for me, but we will be making adjustments." Again, their tone is non-negotiable and Amelia finds herself accepting this a little too easily, nodding tentatively.

"That makes sense... I brought my notepad today, don't think I've forgotten what I'm here for."

"That would imply you've figured it out yet. Don't be so hasty, learn to appreciate the journey. You'll get your grade, of that I'll make sure. Everybody here wants you to pass." Amelia finds herself being led to one of the private rooms she remembers peering into in days past, instructed to sit in a chair she had expected to be more comfortable. Discipline, again?

"I'm not one of your empty headed sluts, I can pick up on your double entendres just fine." She sits down in the chair and two women she vaguely recognises from assembly enter the room, Amelia actually feels left out having missed it two days in a row now... perhaps she should show up earlier tomorrow? The women are bound in rope that hugs their curves, wearing patterned fishnets and chunky platform boots. Their spiked collars and black makeup give quite a gothic impression, one wrapped in black shibari to match while the other's is wine red for contrast. "I'll leave the room while they get you nice and dressed up for me, if it suits you, princess?"

It's the second time she's been called that by the stranger, though the first time felt sarcastic and this time... Amelia feels her skin flush with warmth, shaking her head instinctively. "No, it doesn't. I... might have more questions to ask you, the deadline date is fast approaching, you know? If I can let them see me naked why should it matter if you do?"

The stranger nods, seeming pleased in such a way that makes Amelia feel much the same. Like her contentment is reliant on the other's to be permitted. "Very good, girl. Then let's not waste any time in getting you ready." The stranger snaps their fingers and stirs their rope-bound slaves into action, each of them closing in on Amelia from the side and lifting up her dress. In the brief eclipse where her clothing is being pulled over her head and the air breathes against her torso, Amelia wonders what she's doing. The thought passes as quickly as the discarded fabric, her stranger folding it neatly with fondness and care in every fold.

Amelia sits in just her underwear, staring at the redhead who runs eyes over her body as possessively as they had those smooth leather hands. It makes her feel shy again, a change that only makes the stranger stare more. The girl's panties are a plain black cotton, her chest held up in simple cream bralette. Unable to move her eyes from the strangers even when the other chooses to look at her anywhere but, Amelia feels fingers run over her shoulders to remove the straps of her bra and pull it up past her arms. Fingers hook into her panties and slowly slide them down, the girl letting them fall from her foot and onto the floor. Naked at long last, Amelia relishes the feeling. Somehow this feels less strange to her than if she had gotten herself naked for some guy at her college who she knew she never really liked. Nothing like that ever ended up happening and now Amelia thinks she knows why.

She remembers she isn't completely naked, finger curling against her collar and making her feel something close to joy, she's at a loss for the right word. "Do I get to choose what they put me in?" Her dark brown eyes move around the room, so many different pieces of clothing to choose from she'd likely end up with analysis paralysis, not knowing what might please the stranger most.

"Do you think you should?" More amusement in that voice, it's a tone she no longer takes issue with.

"No, sir." Amelia sits back and finds herself relaxing, a part of her feeling happy that the other seems so interested in her body, eyes still drinking it in as she pretends not to check.

Another snap and the slaves pick out a black lace balconette that you can see right through, finding the matching G-string and sliding it up her legs. Nylon stockings that end at the thighs are held up with garter belt and Amelia finds her feet sliding into platform heels she's not sure she can stand in. "Well, the collar certainly fits better now. I never asked you to keep wearing it, but since you've taken to it so well it's best to work the outfit around it."