Today was the last day of filming for your scene with Demi, and you were actually feeling conflicted about it. Mainly you were happy to be almost done with it because it was so out of your comfort zone, but a much smaller part of you felt something different. Ever since having dinner with her yesterday all you could think about was her lifestyle. For reasons that you were unable to explain, you were extremely curious and wanted to know everything about her interests.
As if she knew you were thinking about her, Demi showed up at the door of your dressing room. “Are you ready for today?” You shrugged to make it seem like it wasn't really that big of a deal to you. “Yep. Can't wait to go back to the boring stuff” you said with a small laugh, closely watching her for her reaction. In the very short time you had known her you could never read her emotions, and right now was no different. Her expression didn't change at all, not even a blink. “Right. So I'll see you on set in a bit.”
Before you had a chance to say anything, she turned and left hastily. “That was weird” you muttered, looking at the spot where she had just been standing. You didn't have much time to get ready, but that was okay because there wasn't much that you had to do anyway. The filming would pick up where you left off, but there was just one thing that you needed to put on.
You held the collar in your hands, tracing your fingers over the imprinted letters that you had discovered this morning. They were barely noticeable on the inside of the collar, so it wasn't surprising that you hadn't noticed them at first. What did surprise you was that the word the letters spelled out just so happened to be Demi, meaning that it wasn't just a prop with a fake name like you had originally thought.
Brushing your hair out of the way, you put the collar around your neck. This time, you could practically feel the letters burning against your skin. Why couldn't she just have used a prop? Whatever the reason, she was already waiting for you at the set. “Glad to see you remembered that little accessory” she smirked, looking at the collar. You considered asking her about why it had her name on it, but decided against it. It probably didn't mean anything anyway.
You ignored her remark, getting on the mattress and waiting for her to tie you up again. The redness on your wrists hadn't gone away, and it wouldn't anytime soon. Demi didn't seem to notice when you flinched at how tight she had tied the leather strips, even tighter than last time. When she was done her hands went straight to your nipples to pinch and pull at them.
“You don't have to be so harsh” you complained. She didn't answer right away, grabbing the nipple clamps and clipping them on. You winced at the pain they caused, wishing there was some way that you could numb it. “Just doing it the right way. Are you ready?” When you nodded, she signaled to the camera crew that it was okay to start filming.
She arranged herself back into the position she was in when filming had stopped, with her knee pressed up against your center and her hand pulling on the chain that was attached to the clamps. “Why should I give you anything? What makes you think that you deserve it?” She pushed her knee harder against you, earning a loud moan. You hated this part of the script, mainly how weak it made you seem. Even if it was the point.
“Because I'm a slut.” You inwardly cringed at your words, but Demi just ate them up. “What is it that makes you a slut?” You didn't give her a response, waiting for her to keep following the script. “Answer me! What. Makes. You. A. Slut?” She yanked on the clamps with each word, staring deep into her eyes. You struggled to hold back from moaning in pain so you could get talk.
“I let you do whatever you want. You can do anything, I won't stop you.” She pulled on the clamps extra hard, smirking when you yelped loudly. “Good, now shut up. I don't want to hear your annoying voice anymore.” You had to constantly remind yourself that she was just reciting her lines from the script, otherwise you would've been offended by her words.
From this point on, you didn't have any more lines. All you had to do was over-exaggerate your moans and yelps, and you wouldn't have any trouble doing it. She removed the clamp that was on your right nipple, bending down to bite it. She didn't soothe it with her tongue, nipping harder when she heard you moan. “You want me so bad, don't you?” All you could do was whine in response, which turned into a soft moan when she rubbed her knee against your core. She pulled away and put the clamp back on, scooting down so her hands were gripping your hips.
“What do you think I should do for you?” You let your eyes answer for your, turning your head and looking at the metal box next to the mattress. “So naughty” she husked while getting up and walking over to it. She pulled out a dark purple vibrator, settling back into the same position. “Is this what the little slut wants?”
You nodded quickly, making it look like you were so desperate for her to start teasing you. She turned it on to the lowest setting, lightly running it along your stomach. She held you down with her free hand and just barely touched it to your clit, pulling it away before you could get any real stimulation. The smirk never left her face as she started circling it around your breasts. You shivered when she moved it up to trace along the edges of the collar, watching the way she seemed so concentrated on her movements.
She teased you with it for several more minutes until she moved it back down, switching it to the next setting and pressing it to your clit. “Show me how much you like this” she demanded, releasing your hip from her grasp. You moved as much as you could with the slight freedom you were giving, lifting your hips up to meet the vibrator. You whined in complaint when she moved it just out of your reach, wanting to feel the vibrations against your sensitive nub.
She gave in soon, resting it against your clit and leaning forward to mark your neck even more than it already was. She turned your head to the side to give her better access, leaving bite marks everywhere. You were so focused on what her mouth was doing that you forgot about the next part of the script, not paying attention when she reached into the box and pulled something else out.
When she pushed the dildo against your entrance you quickly snapped back to your senses. You were suddenly very aware that you were tied up and not able to move. You started to feel panic rising in your body, not comfortable with how trapped you were. You wanted to stop. Had you been given a safe word to use? You were sure that you had, you just couldn't remember it right now.
“D-Demi, stop” you said, hoping it had been loud enough for her to hear. She pulled away from you instantly, looking at you with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” You shook your head, trying your hardest not to completely freak out. “Untie me” you begged. She did as you asked, and none of the camera men or director questioned you when you quickly got off the mattress and walked off to the side of the set. You put on the robe that somebody handed to you, wondering how many times this had happened before.
You sat on a bench and closed your eyes while taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Someone put their hand on your back and you ignored it, thinking it was just a random crew member. You realized it was Demi when she sat right next to you and pressed her lips against your ear. “You're so good for telling me to stop. Such a good girl” she whispered for just you to hear. Was she...praising you? Regardless, you started nodding to her words. You were inexplicably calm again, and when you opened your eyes to look at her she was smiling. “We're almost done, do you want to try again?” You smiled and agreed, following her to the mattress.
She tied you up again, this time not as tight. You moaned quietly when she slipped two fingers into you and rubbed your clit with her thumb, continuing to do that for several minutes. “Thanks” you whispered, appreciating that she took the time to make sure you were ready. Now that the panic was gone, you were perfectly fine when she was given the okay to start, pushing the dildo into you.
“Look at you, such a slut.” She gradually increased her pace, flicking your clit with her thumb every few seconds. She waited until you were writhing beneath her to lean forward and make it look like she was biting your neck. “Are you close?” That wasn't part of the script, but you moaned to show her that you were. “Fake it.” You moved your head so the cameras wouldn't pick up that you were actually talking to her. “What?” you panted, bucking your hips against her. “Fake it, right now. Don't say anything, just be loud” she commanded, biting your earlobe.
“I said now” she growled when you didn't do anything. She dug the nails of her free hand into your hip, which caused you to moan and yelp loudly in pain. Your orgasm was the end of the scene, so the director called an end to it. Demi pulled the dildo out and removed the clamps, leaving without untying you. A crew member had to do it instead.
You went back to your room and got dressed, ignoring the pain from the clamps and being tied up. It bothered you that she didn't let you finish, and you wanted to know why. You undid the collar, clutching it in your hand to go find Demi. She was sitting on the couch in her room, smiling to herself as she messed around on her phone. “What the fuck was that? You can't just leave me hanging!”
She put her phone down, standing up and walking over to you. “No one said you had to listen to me.” You opened your mouth to prove her wrong, only to find that you couldn't. Why hadn't you just ignored her and kept going? She had kept thrusting into you with the dildo, and if you had just waited you would have been able to reach your peak. She laughed when you were unable to say anything, collecting her things and getting her things so she could leave. “You might want to check the collar again” she suggested as she left. You had already found her name on it, what more could there be? You examined in closely, trying to see if there was anything you had missed. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, until you noticed that the stitching seemed to spell something out. You held that particular area closer to your eyes, feeling a chill run down your spine when you deciphered the letters. It was an address, her address.