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.
