Chapter 7: All Planned
The door opened with a slight creak, revealing a room bathed in a reddish glow, punctuated by the flickering of lasers that cut through the space in a complex web. The beams seemed to dance, drawing unpredictable and treacherous patterns, swaying slowly like hypnotic serpents. Ashley furrowed her brow, her eyes instinctively searching for a navigable path through this moving web.Alan, always at ease, stood by the door, his smirk illuminated by the red reflections of the lasers.
– Quite a fascinating room, isn't it? he began lightly. Almost poetic, this dance of lights. And you, Ashley, are the guest of honor. But, I must warn you: touching a laser means starting over. Three mistakes, and a little hypnosis will spice up your evening. Five? Oh, then Brian will feel the effects.
The weight of his words hit Ashley like a punch. The image of Brian, trapped with Evelyn, played in her mind like a waking nightmare. She had heard him laugh, a sound that had tormented her. It wasn't a joyful laugh, she was certain. It was an involuntary outburst, wrenched by skilled hands and perfidious manipulations. Evelyn had pushed him to yield, she was convinced. And now, he was paying the price for that weakness.
Ashley took a deep breath, clenching her fists to try to channel the anger and anxiety boiling within her. Her socks slid slightly on the smooth floor, and the familiar tinkle of her ankle bell resonated faintly, a cruel reminder of her own vulnerability. That sound seemed amplified in the space, echoing in her ears like insidious mockery.
She placed a hesitant foot on the floor in front of her, calculating her first move. The tinkle of the bell accompanied each step, reminding her how carefully Alan had designed this space to exacerbate her weaknesses.
– Alan, she called out, her voice tinged with contained frustration. Why always these rules? Why play with us like this?
Alan burst into laughter, a light and cold sound.
– Because, my dear Ashley, it's much more entertaining than letting you solve your problems alone. And you know I love nothing more than seeing how far you can go... or break.
She averted her eyes, trying to ignore him, but his words clung to her mind. Her gaze fixed on the lasers, tracing a mental path through the moving beams. It would require fluid, precise, sometimes acrobatic movements: crawling, bending, jumping... all while avoiding the slightest contact. Her body would be in constant motion, and each action would inevitably resonate the bell at her ankle.
– You're overthinking, Alan added, his smile widening. Every second here costs you, and I'm sure Evelyn is taking good care of Brian right now. With much... attention.
Ashley gritted her teeth, feeling her anger rise like a crashing wave. But she couldn't let her frustration overwhelm her. Not here, not now. She crouched slightly, ready to lunge.
The first movement was slow, cautious. She slipped under a low laser, her belly almost touching the floor. The friction of her socks against the surface caused a faint but distinct tinkle from the bell, and she grimaced. That sound seemed etched in her mind, each note amplifying a dull heat boiling within her. She took a deep breath, trying not to pay attention to it, but the feeling of frustration wouldn't leave her.
The second obstacle required her to contort herself to pass between two slowly swaying crossed beams. She stretched out one arm, then the other, pivoting at her waist with painful precision. Her muscles were already protesting, but she continued. Her foot grazed a beam of light, and a loud beep echoed through the room.
– Strike one, Alan declared with exaggerated joy. You know, Ashley, you really should relax. All this stress isn't good for you.
She ignored his comment, but her breath quickened. The reminder that Brian would suffer the consequences of her failure weighed heavily on her. She focused on the next move, bending to crawl under a rapidly oscillating beam. Her socks slid slightly, and she narrowly missed a second contact. The tinkle of the bell rose again, seeming to resonate directly in her mind.
Her body was tense, every muscle clenched as she advanced inch by inch. Each movement seemed orchestrated to provoke a collision between her mind and her own sensations. She felt a cold sweat bead on her forehead, slowly trickling down her temple.
A mocking voice resonated behind her:
– You almost dance as well as Evelyn, Alan said, his tone honeyed. But she, at least, knows how to make the dance... enjoyable for her partner.
The words hit Ashley like a stab. She gritted her teeth, straightening her back slightly to face the next beam. Alan knew exactly where to press to shake her, and she hated how easily he succeeded.
As she prepared to make a delicate jump between two slowly converging beams, her thoughts briefly wandered to Brian. He was out there somewhere, trapped with Evelyn. That woman, whom Ashley had always suspected of being more than just a friend to Brian, was now playing with him like a toy. The laughter she had heard still echoed in her head, a cruel reminder of everything she was losing in this senseless game.
Her foot slipped slightly upon landing, and a second loud beep sounded in the room.
– Strike two, Alan announced, his voice sing-song. Be careful, Ashley. One more, and I'll have to have a little fun with you.
Ashley took a deep breath, fixing her gaze on the lasers ahead with renewed concentration. She couldn't fail. Not now. Not again.
Ashley progressed slowly, each movement calculated, her muscles tense as she tried to anticipate the lasers' movements. The tinkles of her bell were omnipresent, resonating with each step, each gesture. That sound, which had haunted her since she was forced to remove her boots, seemed to intensify, like a little mocking melody playing on her nerves.
The next laser required a fluid, almost acrobatic movement. She took a deep breath, bending her knees to crouch down before pivoting to the side. Her foot briefly grazed a beam, and a shrill beep echoed through the room, cutting the silence like a blade.
– Strike three, Alan announced in a soft but satisfied voice.
Ashley froze, her heart pounding. She expected more mockery, but Alan remained silent for a moment, slowly reaching into his jacket pocket. When he pulled out a silver bell, slightly larger than the one on her ankle bracelet, his smile widened.
– Well, Ashley, a promise is a promise, he said, making the bell tinkle in his palm. It's time for you to discover what a "little adjustment" can bring.
Ashley wanted to protest, but before she could utter a word, the crystalline tinkle of the bell resonated in the air, vibrating softly in her mind. Her gaze fixed on the object, her thoughts slowly dissolving under the effect of the sound. Her muscles relaxed slightly, her posture becoming more relaxed despite the tension weighing on her.
Alan approached slowly, his movements calculated. His voice became low, soft, almost reassuring, but each word carried unshakeable authority:
– You know, Ashley, why bother with those boots? They confine you, they suffocate. That tinkle, that soft silver sound, is so... liberating. Why want to block it? Don't you feel how pleasant it is? How natural it is to let it bloom?
Ashley, unable to respond, blinked her eyes slowly. Alan's words slid into her mind like a gentle breeze, sweeping away all resistance in their path.
– It would be so much better, he continued, if you let that sound accompany you. Isn't it pleasant to wear socks, to hear every movement? The boots are useless, they block everything. And you, you want to be free. Don't you, Ashley?
She nodded imperceptibly, a slight smile floating on her lips. Her thoughts were a haze, each of Alan's words resonating like an absolute truth. He continued, his voice becoming almost sing-song.
– That's good. That's natural. And you don't need to remember all this. Forget these words, but keep this feeling. Let this sound guide you, free you. And when you come to, you'll have only one thing in mind: two more strikes, and Brian will suffer the consequences. Nothing else matters.
Ashley blinked again, and a moment later, she straightened up abruptly, as if emerging from sleep. Her heart was still beating fast, but she had no idea why she had wavered. She looked at Alan with a confused expression, who was watching her with his usual smile.
– Come on, Ashley, he said, waving his hand nonchalantly. You don't have all the time in the world. I remind you, there are two strikes left before... well, you know.
She shook her head slightly, trying to shake off the strange feeling that inhabited her. There were only two errors left before Brian suffered the consequences. She had to continue, to focus. She ignored the tinkle of her bell, which seemed to rise a little more joyfully than before.
Ashley reached out with barely concealed hesitation. Alan, always calculating, drew out the moment, holding the phone between two fingers like a trophy. Finally, he handed it to her with an almost too satisfied smile.
– Curious? he murmured. Oh, I understand. Seeing where Brian is... it's motivating, isn't it?
She ignored his remark, her fingers clenched around the device. The screen lit up, immediately revealing a scene that sent a wave of anger and anxiety into her chest. Evelyn stood near Brian, a delicate feather between her fingers. She ran it with excruciating slowness along his erect penis, then over his oiled testicles, her movements precise, calculated. Brian, still frozen by hypnosis, let out trembling sighs and stifled groans, his face marked by an obvious inner struggle.
– Look at you, Brian, Evelyn breathed with almost venomous softness. You're so tense, so reactive... and yet, you're still holding on. It's fascinating. How much longer?
The feather traced a lazy circle on the curve of his testicles, then slowly moved up the length of his penis. Brian groaned, gritting his teeth, but his tense body betrayed how close he was to giving in. Evelyn, as always, knew exactly where and how to touch him to maximize the torture he endured.
Ashley felt her heart pounding. Each movement of the feather seemed to resonate in her own mind, each of Evelyn's provocations like an arrow aimed directly at her pride. Yet, looking at Brian's face, she understood that he hadn't given in yet. He was resisting, even if his body betrayed his vulnerability.
"He's still holding on. He's resisting," she thought, gritting her teeth. Her hand trembled slightly, but she forced her fingers to relax to return the phone to Alan.
– There, she said firmly, her green eyes gleaming with new determination. He hasn't given in. And neither have I.
Alan raised an eyebrow, visibly amused by her reaction. He took the phone back and slipped it casually into his pocket, his smirk widening.
– Then, go back, Ashley, he said in an almost mocking tone. After all, every step counts, doesn't it?
She didn't respond, turning on her heel to lunge back into the room. But something troubled her as she moved forward. The sound of her bell, which had accompanied her since she removed her boots, seemed... different. More vibrant, more present, almost seductive in its clarity. Each tinkle seemed to stretch out in the air, seeping into her thoughts, capturing her attention in a way she didn't fully understand.
"It's just a sound," she told herself, trying to convince herself. But a part of her knew it wasn't true. The sound wasn't just background noise; it had become a presence, a kind of insidious companion with each of her movements.
Ashley took a deep breath, pushing away the strange sensation that was creeping into her, and lunged back into the laser maze. Each movement produced a delicate tinkle, and each time, she felt a diffuse warmth rising within her. But she shook her head, refusing to let these distractions take over.
Ashley advanced cautiously, her muscles tense, her breath measured. Each movement was calculated, precise, but the tinkle of the bell at her ankle resonated in the room like a constant reminder of her vulnerability. The more she progressed, the more the sound imposed itself on her mind, blurring her concentration.
She was almost there. The exit door was only a few steps away. The lasers moved slowly, but they seemed to dance with a cruel precision, crossing just enough to make each step a challenge. Ashley took a deep breath, calculating her next move.
She lifted a leg, bending her body to dodge a waist-high beam. The crystalline tinkle of the bell accompanied her movement, invading her thoughts with a hypnotic echo. She felt her foot slip slightly on the sock-covered floor but caught herself just in time.
"Almost... just one more step," she thought, her fingers trembling.
She moved forward again, but at the moment she reached for the doorknob, a barely visible laser in her blind spot touched her arm. A shrill alarm sounded, shattering the silence and echoing throughout the room.
Ashley instinctively stepped back, her heart pounding.
– Oh no! No! she murmured, her hands clenched into fists.
Alan, leaning against a wall, applauded slowly, his cruel smile lighting up his face.
– What a tragedy, Ashley, he declared in an exaggeratedly theatrical tone. So close... and yet so far.
Ashley turned to him, her green eyes flashing with anger and frustration.
– That doesn't count, she hissed. I'll start over. I can still do it.
Alan shrugged with a nonchalance that only fueled Ashley's rage.
– Of course, my dear. But you only have one attempt left. And remember what happens if you fail…
Ashley felt a lump form in her throat. The next mistake wouldn't just have consequences for her, but for Brian. She imagined Evelyn, still in that room, exploiting every one of her husband's weaknesses, pushing his limits with methodical cruelty.
She took a deep breath, pushing back the fear that threatened to overwhelm her.
– It won't happen again, she murmured to herself. I will succeed.
But as she prepared to set off again, the tinkle of the bell seemed even louder, more insidious. She hesitated for a moment, a diffuse warmth rising within her despite the gravity of the situation.
"Focus, Ashley," she thought, gritting her teeth. "Brian needs you. There's no room for error."
She took a step forward, her gaze fixed on the moving lasers, her determination unshakable, but a part of her couldn't help but pay silent attention to the enchanting sound of the bell, like an additional challenge she didn't know how to overcome.
Ashley stood still, frozen by failure. The alarm still rang in her ears, resonating like an implacable judgment. She clenched her fists, her gaze fixed on the floor, deliberately avoiding Alan's.
– Well, my dear, Alan said lightly, breaking the silence, you're out of options. A penalty for you or... for Brian. You know what that means, don't you?
Ashley slowly raised her head, her face marked by contained anger. She didn't need him to explain; she knew. Each second of additional torture inflicted on Brian by Evelyn was a consequence of her own weaknesses.
Alan approached, his steps resonating softly on the smooth floor, and stopped a few meters from her.
– But, he continued, smiling, I'm willing to be generous. Let's say I can... cancel this penalty. No new hypnosis, no consequences for Brian.
Ashley frowned, suspicious.
– What's the catch, Alan? she spat, her voice filled with suspicion.
Alan shrugged, feigning innocence.
– No catch. Just a compromise. All I ask is for you to remove your bra. That's all. Nothing more.
Ashley's blood ran cold. She stepped back slightly, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest.
– What? she breathed, stunned.
Alan raised a hand, a reassuring – or rather calculated – smile on his lips.
– Listen, it's not that dramatic. It's just... symbolic, let's say. A way to accept your role, to fully embrace the game. After all, you're not wearing your boots anymore. Why bother with such a thick bra? You'd be freer, more... yourself.
Ashley shook her head, her thoughts whirling. She knew it wasn't just a matter of comfort or symbolism. Alan was playing another game, a game she didn't fully understand but knew was dangerous.
– No, she murmured, her arms tightening around her.
Alan sighed dramatically, like a patient parent facing a stubborn child.
– Ashley, think carefully. Every decision has a cost. You can keep your precious bra, but Brian will pay the price. Evelyn is... creative. You know that.
Those words hit Ashley like a blade. She imagined Evelyn, her calculated gestures, her honeyed voice, playing on each of Brian's weaknesses, and his frustration growing under the weight of the hypnoses.
She closed her eyes, trying to chase away these images. But the soft tinkle of her ankle bell resonated, invading her thoughts. Alan was right about one thing: every decision had a cost, and she wasn't the only one suffering the consequences.
– And if I refuse? she asked, her voice weaker than she wanted it to be.
Alan shrugged.
– Then we continue as planned... well, I don't need to remind you what happens to Brian.
Ashley took a deep breath, struggling against the rising panic. She knew she had to think quickly, but every option seemed like a trap.
– I want to see Brian, she said abruptly, desperately trying to buy time.
Alan smiled, satisfied, and handed her his phone without a word.
The screen lit up, revealing Evelyn, still at work. She was leaning towards Brian, a delicate feather slowly gliding over his erect penis. Her soft, mocking voice was perfectly audible:
– You're holding on so well, Brian... But how much longer?
Brian's face, tense and flushed, betrayed his ordeal. He was breathing rapidly, and even though he didn't utter a word, Ashley could see how much he was struggling not to give in.
She handed the phone back to Alan, her heart heavy.
– So? Alan asked, his carnivorous smile still present. What do you decide?
Ashley glared at him, her arms still crossed over her chest. The tension in the air was almost palpable, each second stretching like a taut string about to snap.
– I refuse, she said, her voice firm despite the trembling she felt in her hands.
Alan arched an eyebrow, a mocking gleam in his eyes.
– Very well, Ashley. But you know what that means, don't you? A penalty.
Without waiting, he pressed a button on the console he had brought into the room.
In Brian's room, a distinct click resonated, a sound almost innocuous but heavy with consequences. Brian, still pinned to his chair by hypnosis, startled slightly. His eyes, until then fixed on Evelyn, immediately turned to the door behind her. Slowly, it opened with a mechanical movement, revealing a dark corridor beyond.
Evelyn, who had seemed so sure of herself moments before, froze. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face, her calculated smile faltering briefly. It was only a moment, but Brian, despite his state, noticed it.
– Evelyn, he murmured, panting, his voice hoarse with excitement and frustration. You said... you'd lift the hypnosis if the door opened. Do it.
Evelyn, still silent, stepped back slightly, her gaze alternating between Brian and the open door. She placed the feather she was holding gently on the metal table beside her.
– Patience, Brian, she finally replied, her voice slightly trembling but still enveloped in that enigmatic softness. You only have a few more seconds to wait.
She then turned away, her slender silhouette straightening as she moved away from him. The tinkle of her ankle bell resonated in the room, accompanied by the sharp, precise click of her stilettos on the floor. Each sound seemed amplified, imprinting itself on Brian's already clouded mind.
Evelyn approached the table and grabbed Alan's bell. Brian, still trapped by his hypnosis, followed her with his gaze, his body tense with anticipation.
– Where are you going? he asked, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and need.
Evelyn did not respond immediately. She merely gave him one last look, an enigmatic smile brushing her lips. Then, without a word, she stepped through the open door, disappearing into the corridor.
Brian remained alone in the room, his ragged breath echoing against the white walls. A few indistinct noises reached him from the other side, distant echoes. Then, suddenly, a clear and crystalline sound was heard: the tinkle of Alan's bell.
At that moment, Brian felt a wave of warmth wash over him, as if an invisible weight was lifting from his body. His fingers twitched, and he realized he could move. The hypnosis that had paralyzed him had just been lifted.
He didn't waste a moment. Brian straightened up from his chair, his aching muscles protesting against the sudden movement. He placed a hand on the edge of the table to steady himself, his gaze fixed on the slightly open door.
The tinkle of the bell resonated again, like an irresistible call.
Brian stepped forward, his breath still rapid, his body still imbued with accumulated frustration. He reached the door and placed a hand on the doorframe, hesitating for a fraction of a second.
On the other side, silence had settled. Evelyn was no longer making any sound, and the echo of her steps had disappeared.
Brian took a deep breath, then stepped through the doorway, his senses on alert, determined to discover what awaited him beyond.
Brian stepped through the doorway, his senses heightened by the intensity of the moment. The room he discovered was more subdued than the one he had just left, the soft, diffuse light creating an almost intimate atmosphere. The air was slightly scented, a subtle mix of essential oil and a diffuse warmth that betrayed the previous activities of the place.
His gaze was immediately drawn to Evelyn, seated on a slightly inclined bench, her back straight and her hands resting on the stocks that framed her feet. Evelyn's usual elegance seemed tarnished, her face marked by a tension she had never seen in her before: a palpable tension, almost a fear hidden behind a forced smile.
The stocks, made of dark, polished wood, had an imposing appearance despite their small size. Evelyn's glossy black stilettos protruded from the openings provided for this purpose, their high heels giving an almost provocative air to the ensemble. The stocks were not locked; the key still hung on the latch, like a neglected detail or an implicit invitation.
Next to the stocks, a small table caught Brian's attention. On the carefully arranged top rested various objects: a slightly tinted glass bottle of oil, a pristine white feather, a soft brush with fine bristles, and other carefully arranged instruments that immediately evoked possibilities he did not yet fully dare to consider.
Evelyn, still motionless, stared at him with an expression that oscillated between calculated provocation and a fragility she seemed to struggle to hide. Her expression was no longer that of the confident woman who had played with him without qualms. She seemed hesitant, vulnerable, as if the opening of this door had changed something in the dynamic she had carefully orchestrated.
Brian felt a wave of heat wash over him, his body immediately reacting to the scene before him. The idea that she could be at his mercy, after all she had inflicted on him, triggered an almost unbearable excitement. His tense muscles relaxed slightly as he took a step forward, his bare feet gliding softly on the smooth floor.
The tinkle of the bell at Evelyn's ankle, until then silent, resonated at that precise moment. Brian felt his breath catch, his heart beating faster.
– Brian, she murmured, her voice soft but marked by a trouble she couldn't hide. You wanted to know... about my two bells.
He stopped, captivated by her words, every fiber of his body tense in anticipation.
Evelyn lowered her eyes slightly, her fingers gripping the stocks as if seeking an anchor. Then, in an almost hesitant tone, she continued:
– They are... on my toe rings.
Those simple words hit Brian like a shock. His mind raced, every detail of the scene etching itself into his mind with disconcerting intensity. He imagined the two silver toe rings adorned with tiny bells, each movement of her feet causing that tinkle that had played on his mind from the beginning.
The tension in the room became almost palpable. Evelyn slightly averted her gaze, as if dreading his reaction. Brian, meanwhile, was caught in a whirlwind of emotions: accumulated frustration, raw desire, and a complex mix of anger and fascination.
His breath quickened as he slowly approached her, his eyes capturing every detail: the elegant curve of her legs, the precise line of her stilettos, and the slight movement of her ankles that already promised that crystalline sound that obsessed him. Evelyn remained motionless, her shoulders tense, her aura of confidence eclipsed by an unexpected vulnerability.
Brian felt he was finally getting to the point, but he still didn't know exactly what that meant, or how he would handle this situation that was inexorably tipping in his favor. Each step he took towards Evelyn seemed amplified, his heavy breath and his chest compressed under the intensity of the moment. Evelyn, seated, straight but tense, looked at him with a complex expression, a mix of defiance and a fear she couldn't completely hide.
Her aura, usually so controlled, so perfect, seemed to waver under the weight of uncertainty. Yet, her appearance remained impeccable: her black satin dress hugged her curves with magnetic elegance, her bare shoulders and décolletage drawing subtle shadows in the soft light of the room. Her red lips were slightly parted, but no words came, as if something greater held her back, silencing her in respectful and imposed silence.
Brian, advancing, fixed his gaze on a precise point: the stocks where her feet were framed, still shod in her black stilettos. He felt a wave of desire wash over him, his thoughts blurred by the vision of those glossy heels protruding from the polished wood. A almost sacred tension settled in the air as he approached even closer.
– So, Evelyn, he said in a low but firm voice, if these bells... yours... can excite you to the point of losing control, as you claim, why not find out for sure?
His tone was calm but charged with provocative irony that made Evelyn's lips tremble slightly. Her gray-blue eyes flickered, searching for a response she couldn't give. The fear she felt was palpable now; her mask was cracking.
Without waiting for a response, Brian gently placed his hand on the latch of the stocks. Evelyn startled slightly, as if this gesture awakened a buried panic within her. He slowly lowered the latch, the metallic sound resonating in the room like an irrevocable sentence, and locked the stocks with ceremonial precision.
Evelyn opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Her posture, still straight and graceful, betrayed a palpable, almost unbearable tension.
Brian stepped back slightly to observe the scene: her feet, still encased in her perfectly glossy black stilettos, seemed almost unreal, like a work of art displayed in a frame designed to attract attention. The heels, fine and high, elongated her already slender legs, their natural curve accentuated by the position of the stocks.
He knelt slowly, his gaze descending towards those stilettos he had observed from afar so many times without ever daring to approach. Now, they were within reach. His fingers brushed the glossy leather, warm and slightly supple to the touch. Evelyn did not move, but he saw her muscles tense imperceptibly, her breathing quickening slightly.
– This isn't very practical, he murmured as he gently removed the first stiletto.
The leather slid slowly down her foot, revealing skin of incredible fineness, soft and perfectly maintained. Her feet were magnificent, as elegant as the rest of her: pure lines, a pronounced and delicate arch that seemed designed to seduce, and long, graceful toes, carefully aligned. Each nail was painted with a brilliant black, perfectly applied, as if she had been preparing for this moment all along.
One detail immediately caught his attention: a silver ring adorned one of her toes, but this one and the two neighbors were wrapped in a fine, almost transparent tape. The other foot, freed with the same delicacy, bore the same jewelry and the same restraint, the bells she had mentioned being carefully muffled by this precaution.
Evelyn slightly averted her eyes, her face losing its usual superbness. She seemed vulnerable for the first time, almost fragile, as Brian studied every detail of her feet, every curve, every line.
– Interesting, he murmured, brushing the tape with his fingertips. You seem to have taken measures not to hear their sound. Why, Evelyn? Are you afraid of what they might trigger in you?
She did not respond. Her lips trembled slightly, but she remained motionless, as if frozen by some mysterious force.
Brian, with calculated slowness, grabbed the end of the tape wrapped around the first ring. He pulled gently, the material detaching with a slight sound, and the silver bell appeared in all its splendor. It did not tinkle immediately, but he felt its light weight in his hand.
He looked up at Evelyn, whose gaze was now fixed on his hands. Her face expressed a fear mingled with a kind of anticipation she seemed unable to control.
– Let's see if what you say is true, he murmured with a smirk, before gently freeing the other bell.
The resulting crystalline tinkle, discreet but impossible to ignore, resonated in the room like a wave that seemed to pass through both their bodies. Evelyn closed her eyes for a moment, her breath quickening as an imperceptible shiver ran through her shoulders.
Brian, though chained by an overwhelming frustration, maintained a cold and calculated calm in the face of Evelyn's pleas. Every fiber of his being screamed for release, but a part of him savored this shift in power. Evelyn, so sure of herself before, so master of her emotions, began to crack before him.
She moved slightly, the stocks limiting her movements, but her face, usually so immaculate, was marked by a mix of incredulity and concern.
– Brian… she murmured, her silky voice tinged with feigned despair. Why hold back? I can give you everything. Whatever you want. We both know it's unbearable for you.
He did not respond immediately, his fingers slowly sliding down his own pants, marking his feigned indifference, his controlled mastery. His gaze fell on Evelyn's feet, bare, vulnerable, perfectly aligned on the wood of the stocks.
– Everything I want? he replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Why do I get the feeling that this "everything" always comes with a chain, Evelyn?
She smiled slightly, though her smile lacked its usual superbness.
– Because you think too much, Brian. Stop torturing yourself. I can lift your hypnosis. I can give you all the pleasure you're holding back, make you come like you've been dreaming of since we've been in this room. I can…
She left her sentence hanging, her tone becoming more suggestive, more intimate.
– I can do anything you want. Masturbation, blowjob, even... something else, she added in an almost inaudible murmur, her gaze anchored in his.
Brian leaned slightly forward, his shadow falling on her feet. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly passed a finger under her right foot.
The contact provoked an immediate reaction. Evelyn straightened her back, her toes curling in an uncontrolled reflex. A small "Hi" of surprise escaped her lips, and the bell suspended from her toe rang in the air.
Brian smiled for the first time since he had entered the door, a calm and calculating smile, filled with satisfaction.
– You seem sensitive, Evelyn, he murmured, his finger tracing another circle under her arch before stopping.
Evelyn frowned, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.
– That proves nothing, Brian, she hissed, her wavering voice betraying her annoyance.
She took a deep breath, quickly regaining her more suave tone.
– You want to play? Fine. But think of yourself. Think of what you feel. This tension, this frustration... What I can offer you is so much more than what you're trying to get out of this situation.
Her gaze softened, becoming almost imploring.
– I'm not asking for much, Brian. Let me help you. You can touch me if you want, tickle me a little. It doesn't bother me. But in exchange... I can satisfy you. Let's make a fair trade, she murmured, her voice almost caressing.
Brian raised an eyebrow, amused by the way she tried to negotiate, but he did not respond. Instead, he passed his finger under her other foot again, slowly exploring, observing every micro-reaction: the nervous crinkling of her toes, the tension in her calves.
The bell tinkled again, more softly this time, but it seemed to resonate throughout the room. Evelyn gritted her teeth, briefly closing her eyes as if to hide her embarrassment.
– Brian… she began, but he interrupted her.
– You want to know what satisfies me, Evelyn? he asked in a low, controlled voice, moving even closer.
She opened her eyes, a hint of vulnerability visible in her gaze.
– What satisfies me, he continued, gently brushing her toes with his fingertips, is seeing you like this. Losing control. Feeling that, this time, you're at my mercy.
Evelyn swallowed hard, her face stiffening under the effect of his words. Brian continued, his tone calm but implacable.
– I could have given in. Let you lift that hypnosis. Let you play your little game until you won again. But no. I prefer to stay here, on the brink of explosion, watching you lose your footing.
Evelyn briefly averted her gaze, biting her lower lip as if searching for another angle of attack. But she had nothing to respond with, and the silence that followed was broken only by the soft, insidious tinkle of her bells.
Brian, still so close to her, let his finger slide one last time over the sole of her foot, savoring every second of her discomfort.
Ashley, her hands trembling, stood at the threshold of the lasers. Frustration surged within her like an uncontrollable, burning wave. Eight attempts, and each time, that stinging failure as she neared the end. The room seemed to mock her, its lasers dancing with a sinister slowness, as if anticipating her mistakes.
Her ankle was almost painful from feeling the bracelet jingle. Each step, each movement, made the silver bell ring in the air. That crystalline tinkling, once irritating, had begun to insinuate itself into her mind. It was no longer just a sound: it was a presence, an insidious whisper that seemed to accompany each of her thoughts, underscoring her failure with an almost mocking irony.
Alan, still nonchalantly leaning against the wall, watched the scene with an enigmatic smile, his phone in hand. Ashley, breathless, looked at him without a word, her mind plagued by doubts she dared not voice.
She took a deep breath, preparing to start again, but Alan raised the phone, shaking it slightly like bait.
– Curious to see what becomes of your dear Brian? he asked, his honeyed voice tinged with mockery.
Ashley hesitated, her heart pounding wildly. Worry was a constant weight in her chest, and the idea of knowing what was happening to him, though frightening, was irresistible. Finally, she reached out a trembling hand and grabbed the phone. Alan merely smiled, his expression betraying an almost perverse satisfaction.
The screen lit up, revealing an image of an empty room. Ashley blinked, her mind trying to understand what she was seeing. There was neither Brian nor Evelyn. The chair where he had been immobilized was empty, and the table with its carefully arranged objects seemed to have been abandoned in haste.
A wave of panic washed over her. Brian was no longer there. That meant he had accepted. He had given in. She then remembered the metallic sound of the button Alan had pressed after her fifth failed attempt, that sound that had haunted her ever since. She clenched her teeth, a wave of guilt adding to her frustration.
– What does this mean? she murmured, her voice barely audible, tinged with anger and anxiety. Alan, with an amused smile, shrugged, his light tone in cruel contrast to the gravity of the situation.
– Oh, nothing too surprising. Brian simply received the penalty. The one that you, shall we say… offered him, by refusing my deal. Ashley felt her stomach knot.
The weight of her choices, of her failures, seemed to crush her suddenly. She averted her eyes from the screen, but the image of that empty room remained etched in her mind.
– What do you mean? What did you do to him? she spat, her voice stronger, a mix of anger and despair.
Alan did not respond immediately. He calmly put away his phone, crossing his arms with a satisfied air.
– What I mean, my dear Ashley, is that you made a decision. And now, Brian is suffering the consequences. But look on the bright side… he's still in the game. You, on the other hand… you'd better hurry. Time is running out, and I doubt Brian can wait forever.
Ashley felt her anger boil, but she knew Alan was right about one thing. She didn't have the luxury of stopping now. Her gaze fixed on the lasers, she positioned herself again, her heart beating at a frantic pace. Yet, even as she focused on starting again, the image of that empty room remained anchored in her mind, a cruel reminder of what she had let happen. And with each movement she made, the incessant tinkling of the bell seemed to whisper her failures in her ears, pushing her ever closer to the edge.
Brian was driven by an excitement and domination that surpassed anything he had felt before. His agile and precise fingers danced on the soft, sensitive skin of Evelyn's feet, particularly targeting the areas he knew were unbearably ticklish. Each calculated movement of his fingers made her perfectly black-varnished toes jump, triggering a series of crystalline tinkles that resonated in the air like an enchanting melody.
Evelyn burst into laughter almost immediately, a clear and choppy laugh, carried away by the uncontrollable sensations invading her body.
– Hihi! Bri-Brian! Haha… Stop that! she pleaded, please, haha… it's unbearable!
Her feet tried to escape, but the locked stocks held her ankles firmly in place. Each attempt to flee amplified her despair, her toes curling and uncurling despite herself, making the two bells attached to her toe rings tinkle repeatedly.
Brian, captivated, intensified his movements. His fingers brushed the base of Evelyn's toes, an particularly reactive area. The sound of the bells, mixed with her uncontrollable laughter, reached an almost hypnotic crescendo.
– Hahaha… You are… hahaha… diabolical! I'm going hihi!
Her voice was interspersed with panting and uncontrollable laughter, but beneath the panic, something else transpired: a tension, a growing heat that awakened to the rhythm of the tinkling. Evelyn tried to shake her head, as if to deny what she was feeling.
– Nooo… haha! Brian, listen to me, I… I'm going to lose control if you haha continue!
Brian did not respond. His smile widened as he used the tips of his nails to lightly scratch the arch of Evelyn's foot, making her toes jump as if animated by an invisible puppet. Each movement triggered a prolonged tinkle, a sound so clear it seemed to vibrate directly in Evelyn's mind.
– Hihi! Oh my god, hahaha! Brian, I… I'm going to… Stop that, please! Hihi!
Her breathing became faster, more irregular. The bells rang relentlessly, each tinkle amplifying an excitement she could not suppress. Evelyn, in a mix of laughter and moans, struggled to regain an ounce of control, but her own body betrayed her.
Brian slid his fingers between her toes, savoring her immediate reaction. Her toes curled, her feet desperately seeking to escape his unbearable caresses. The tinkling of the bells intensified.
– No… haha! Not here, not between… hihi! The toes… oh, it's too much! Brian, hahaha!
Her voice, though broken by laughter, was tinged with a distinct note of excitement she could no longer hide. The bells, those damned bells, never stopped ringing. Each sound, each vibration made her shiver. She closed her eyes, biting her lip between bursts of uncontrollable laughter.
– Hihi! You… you don't understand, hahaha! I can't… I can't… hihi! Oh my god!
Brian, still mesmerized by the tinkling of the bells, slightly lowered his head, his eyes fixed on Evelyn's toe rings. These little jewels that amplified everything. His excitement grew as he saw Evelyn waver, losing her mask of control.
– So, Evelyn, he murmured softly while continuing his caresses, what's it like, huh? To be the one losing control for once?
Evelyn, out of breath but unable to free herself from this whirlwind of sensations, burst into laughter again, her face red with pleasure and panic mixed.
– Brian, hihi! I beg you, hahaha! I'm going to… I'm going to go crazy!
Brian, his cheeks flushed with a combination of excitement and concentration, slowly ran a finger over the tools arranged on the table. The feathers, the brushes, the oil… Each object represented an opportunity to explore Evelyn's vulnerability further, to push her to the edge of what she could bear. His eyes were fixed on her, measuring each movement, each ragged breath, each tinkle of the bells at her toes that betrayed her growing state of excitement.
Evelyn, who had initially tried to maintain an appearance of control, began to yield. Her hands flailed in the air, sometimes grasping the top of the stocks as if that could help her protect herself, to flee Brian's unbearable caresses and tickles. She sat up, then lay back down on the bench, her breathing choppy, seeking a respite she never found.
– Hahaha… Brian! No… haha! Not that… not with that! she cried, her words broken by bursts of laughter.
But Brian, implacable, chose a soft brush, its fine, supple bristles perfect for teasing the most sensitive areas of Evelyn's feet. He slowly slid the brush over the arch of her left foot, causing her toes to jump and a crystalline tinkle from the bells.
– Hihi! Stop! I… I'm going to go crazy! Haha! she exclaimed, her hands instinctively closing over the top of the stocks, her fingers clenched as if she wanted to stop the inevitable.
Brian intensified his movements, using the brush to explore the hollows between her toes, where the skin was most tender. Evelyn curled her toes with force, trying to enclose the brush, but her efforts only made the tinkling of the bells even more frequent, more insistent. Each note amplified her state, her cheeks becoming scarlet, her voice oscillating between uncontrollable laughter and stifled moans.
– Oh my god! Hahaha! Brian, I… I can't… hihi! Stop that, stop that now!
Evelyn leaned back, lying on the bench, but the position seemed to make her even more vulnerable. She twisted her body, seeking an escape, but the stocks held her feet firmly in place. Brian, captivated by the scene, grabbed a feather and began to slide it over Evelyn's toes, along their satiny surface, teasing the toe rings that held the damned bells.
– Nooon! Haha! Not that, not my toes! Ohhh… haha! Brian, you… hihi! You're going to… haha!
Her movements became frantic. Evelyn pulled on her arms, gripping the edge of the bench, sitting up partially as if to escape the feather. But each gesture, each attempt to flee, inevitably made the bells ring. Their crystalline sound had become an insidious symphony that invaded her senses, awakening a heat she could no longer deny.
Brian, still excited, poured a little oil on his fingers, making them slippery and precise. He let a small amount flow onto Evelyn's feet, observing with fascination the effect of this liquid warmth as he began to slide his fingers over her oiled skin again.
– Evelyn… he murmured, his breath short. It's you who made me this way. Now, it's my turn to discover how far you can go.
Evelyn burst into laughter, a mix of pleasure and supplication, her body twisting on the bench.
– Hihi! No! Haha! I beg you! Oh my god, haha! Brian, I… I'm going to lose…
Her laughter became almost hysterical as Brian alternated between the feather and his oiled fingers, concentrating his attention on the most sensitive areas: the base of the toes, the heels, the arch of the foot. Evelyn, desperate, waved her hands in the air, seeking something to hold onto. Her movements were disordered, almost chaotic.
She tossed her head from side to side, sometimes biting her lip in an attempt to contain her laughter, but nothing could stifle the joyous and involuntary outbursts that escaped her throat.
– Haha! Brian… hahaha! I… I'm going to… hihi! You…
Her words were lost in the tumult of laughter and tinkling, her body vibrating under the cruel mix of sensations. Brian, his cheeks still flushed, felt an intense satisfaction at seeing her this way. His domination, his control, were complete, and the sound of Evelyn's bells continued to enchant him.
Ashley stood before the lasers again, her chest rising rapidly with her labored breathing. Her hands trembled slightly, frustration etched on her face. How many times had it been? Nine? Ten? She had lost count. Each failure was a stab to her determination, each return to the starting point a growing humiliation.
The incessant tinkling of the bell at her ankle only added to the weight on her shoulders. She felt it in every movement, that little crystalline sound that seemed to resonate deep into her mind. It obsessed her, insinuated itself into her thoughts, becoming an ever-present reminder of her situation.
Alan, still leaning against the wall, watched her with that mocking and satisfied air that made her want to scream. He held his phone in one hand, but he did not offer it this time. The screen remained off, and the lack of news about Brian gnawed at her more than anything. Where was he? What was he going through? The idea that he might be suffering or even more humiliated than her frightened and angered her.
– You know, Ashley, Alan murmured with a smug smile, we could make this trial… much simpler.
Ashley looked up at him, her green eyes burning with barely contained anger. She knew he was preparing something, a new twisted condition, an additional humiliation.
– What do you want? she asked in a hoarse voice, her fists clenched.
Alan shrugged slightly, his smile widening as if she had just given him exactly what he wanted.
– Simple. I can immobilize the lasers. No more movements, no more agitation. An easy crossing, almost like a walk. But…
He paused, his eyes imperceptibly dropping to Ashley's chest.
– You have to take off your bra. Oh, don't worry, you can keep your loose sweater. But let's face it, those bells… they might appreciate a little more freedom, right?
Ashley felt a wave of heat rise to her face, a mix of anger, shame, and nervousness. Her gaze darkened, and she instinctively crossed her arms, as if to protect her chest from his intrusive gaze. She knew exactly what he meant.
Under her sweater, her new piercings adorned with bells were a constant weight, an insidious presence she could not ignore. The bra she wore held her chest in place, limiting movements and dampening the tinkling. Without it, each step, each sway of her body would be amplified. The weight of the piercings, combined with the natural sway, would make the bells ring with an unbearable regularity. And that sound… she already knew how much it could disturb her.
She looked away, staring at the floor, lost in her thoughts. On one hand, she knew this concession would allow her to pass the room and move forward. On the other, the idea of facing this trial with her bells free, of feeling each tinkle resonate in her mind, terrified her. Her chest had become incredibly sensitive since the piercings were installed. Each movement sent shivers of sensation that distracted her, and the sound of the bells amplified this vulnerability even more.
Alan, noticing her hesitation, took out his phone and twirled it between his fingers.
– You know, he murmured, I could also show you Brian. Just to give you an idea of what he's going through while you're here, hesitating.
Ashley abruptly looked up, but the phone screen remained black. Panic resurfaced. Why didn't he want to show Brian? It could only mean one thing: he was suffering. Maybe he was still with Evelyn. Maybe he had given in because of her, because of Alan, because of her own inability to succeed in this trial.
She clenched her fists, a burning tension knotting her stomach.
– And if I refuse? she shot back, her voice trembling with barely contained anger.
Alan burst into laughter, a light but cutting sound.
– Oh, my dear Ashley, you are free to refuse. But we both know you won't make it alone. Not with those lasers moving, not in this state. And every minute you waste here… is another minute for Brian. Imagine what he's enduring right now, wherever he is.
Alan crossed his arms, a triumphant smile stretching his lips, as he watched her. Ashley, her shoulders tense, felt her thoughts whirling in oppressive chaos. Her hands trembled slightly, but she didn't even try to hide it. He was right, and she knew it.
The silence of the room was interrupted by a crystalline tinkle. Her silver ankle bell rang softly, like a tempting whisper, with each of her movements. This sound had long since insinuated itself into her mind, and she was beginning to understand that it would never leave her.
Ashley took a deep breath, biting her lower lip. She looked up at Alan, whose eyes gleamed with amusement.
– If I do this, will you remove the lasers? she asked, her voice tinged with resignation.
– You have my word, Alan replied, placing a hand theatrically on his chest, as if offended that she doubted him.
She looked away, feeling an unpleasant heat rise to her face. Everything within her screamed not to give him what he wanted, but the weight of her constant failure and the lack of news about Brian inexorably pushed her to capitulate.
With slow and awkward movements, she grabbed the hem of her loose sweater, lifting it just enough to reach the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it, immediately feeling the fabric loosen, and pulled the undergarment out from under her sweater before tossing it at her feet.
Once free, Ashley froze. She could already feel the golden bells suspended from her nipples stirring slightly. The weight of the rings on her skin, the slight sway of the chains, all of it awakened a hypersensitivity that made her shiver.
The soft, subtle tinkling of the bells accompanied her short breath as she moved to stand up straight. Even the simple act of breathing caused a slight sway, and she felt the sensations resonate directly in her body. Her nipples were already unbearably sensitive, but now, without a bra to contain them, each vibration, each sound seemed amplified.
Alan laughed softly, a mocking but almost admiring sound.
– And there you have it, he said, tapping on a tablet beside him. The lasers are deactivated. But you are a fascinating sight, Ashley. Truly.
Ashley shot him a murderous glance, but she said nothing. She knew that her movements would make the bells tinkle more if she got agitated. Clenching her fists, she focused on the exit door of the room.
– Where is Brian? she asked in a hoarse voice, staring intently at Alan.
– He's moving forward, he replied with an enigmatic smile. Just like you. Now, cross this room.
Ashley took a deep breath and stepped forward. Each step, each sway of her body triggered a light tinkle, but for her, it resonated like an insidious carillon in her mind. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a strange warmth that did not come from physical exertion but from something much deeper and harder to ignore.
With each step, she felt the weight of the piercings dance gently against her chest, and the bells responded with a precision that was almost mocking. The sound was both subtle and deafening, resonating in her mind like a melody impossible to ignore.
Her ankle bracelet also tinkled softly with each movement. That silver sound, so familiar, intertwined with the golden bells, creating a strange harmony that seemed to invade her entire being.
The door was close now, a promise of escape, a tangible goal amid her distress. Her trembling hand rested on the doorknob, cold against her palm. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to calm the frantic beating of her heart.
She turned the doorknob, the door opening with a creak. Before her, a dark corridor stretched out, but she had no time to think about what awaited her next. She was simply relieved to have crossed this trial.
Brian watched Evelyn with an almost religious attention, capturing every detail of her expression and her body in the throes of struggling against her own sensations. Her cheeks were bright red, her breathing rapid and disordered, and her entire body seemed to tense and relax to the rhythm of the stimulations he imposed. Her lips, slightly parted, let out bursts of uncontrollable laughter interspersed with small stifled moans.
Under his captivated gaze, Evelyn began to betray more and more evident signs of excitement. The way she involuntarily arched her back, or the perceptible shiver that ran through her skin with each tinkle of the toe bells, all of it revealed an inner struggle she could no longer hide. Her hands, which flailed frantically to find an escape, often returned to grip the top of the stocks or the edge of the bench in a desperate gesture.
Brian, already hypnotized by this vision, gently grabbed the bottle of oil he had placed on the table. He uncapped it slowly, letting the warm, musky scent of the oil fill the air. The simple act of tilting the bottle to let a shiny stream flow onto Evelyn's feet was a ritual in itself, a calculated slowness that allowed him to appreciate each second of this moment.
The oil, warm and fluid, slid over the arches of Evelyn's feet, spreading along her heels and between her delicate toes. Brian could not look away, fascinated by the way the light danced on her now shiny skin. His fingers began to move, spreading the oil in slow circular motions, covering every centimeter of her perfectly sculpted feet.
Evelyn let out a small cry interspersed with nervous laughter, her back arching slightly.
– Hihi! Oh no… not that! Haha! It's… it's too much! Brian! Stop!
But her words had no hold on him. His hands continued to traverse her feet with an almost obsessive precision, his thumbs gently pressing the arches to extract shivers, while his other fingers teased the sides and toes. The rings adorning her toes, where the bells were attached, sparkled in the light. Each delicate movement he imposed provoked a crystalline tinkle that seemed to resonate directly in Evelyn's body.
The sound of the toe bells had become an irresistible melody, each note seeming to amplify the growing tension within her. Brian, himself extremely excited, reveled in these tinkles, as if they fueled his own desire.
– Evelyn… he murmured, his raspy voice betraying his own state. You feel that? The sound of your bells… it's almost as if they're betraying you.
Evelyn, her eyes half-closed, shook her head forcefully, her black hair slightly sticking to her damp forehead.
– Haha! Brian, I… I can't! Stop, please! You're going to… hihi!
But her protests lost conviction, drowned in bursts of laughter and moans she could no longer contain. Her toes curled and spread involuntarily under his oiled fingers, dancing frantically with each caress.
– You want me to stop? Brian asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. But listen to yourself, Evelyn. Listen to those bells. You're the one making them tinkle.
He intensified his movements, now using both hands to traverse Evelyn's feet. His thumbs slid along her arches, while his fingers gently massaged her oiled heels and toes. Evelyn twisted on the bench, her breathing becoming a series of desperate gasps.
– Hahaha! Brian, I… oh my god… hahaha! It's driving me crazihihihy!
Her hands released the top of the stocks to clutch the edge of the bench, her muscles tensing under the intensity of the sensations. She was both in the throes of an inner struggle and completely overwhelmed by external stimulations.
Each tinkle of the toe bells sent an additional wave of heat through her body, awakening an excitement she could no longer ignore. Her cheeks, already red, seemed to flush even more, and her breath became almost raspy as she desperately tried to regain control.
Brian, observing her reaction with growing fascination, brought his lips near her oiled feet.
Evelyn closed her eyes, a tear-streaked laugh rolling down her cheek, as a new tinkle rang out, crystalline and relentless.
Brian felt an almost animal excitement course through him as he moved to the next level of his sensual domination. Holding two electric toothbrushes he had retrieved from the table, he pressed the activation buttons. The soft but constant vibrations resonated in the air, and a calculating smile spread across his lips. Evelyn, lying on the bench, watched him through half-closed eyelids, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat and oil.
– Brian… no… hihi! Not that… please! haha! I… I'm going to go bahahananas! she cried between bursts of laughter, a desperate plea in her voice.
She tried to move, to escape what she knew would be unbearable torture, but her feet were perfectly immobilized in the stocks. Her oiled toes, so delicately aligned, became the ultimate playground for Brian.
– Crazy? he murmured, his words tinged with a sweet viciousness. Evelyn, you haven't seen anything yet.
He guided the first electric toothbrush between her big toe and her second toe, letting it slide with precise movements. The contact of the vibrating brush on this hypersensitive skin triggered an instant explosion: Evelyn screamed with laughter, her body twisting in a vain attempt to free herself.
– HAHAHA! Brian! NO! Hahahaha! It's too… too intense! hihi!
The vibrations of the brush penetrated deeply into her nerves, awakening every nerve ending between her oiled toes. Brian, captivated by her reaction, moved to the other foot, sliding the second electric toothbrush between her little toes, where the skin was even more fine and sensitive.
– Ahhhh! Haha! Not… not there! HAHAHA! Please! Evelyn cried, her voice broken by gasps of laughter.
Evelyn's toe bells had gone wild, tinkling frantically with each spasm of her body. Each crystalline sound seemed to act as a direct catalyst on her excitement, a relentless carillon that resonated deep within her.
Brian, completely absorbed in his game, slightly accelerated the movements of the brushes. His fingers guided the tools with expert precision, exploring every nook between her oiled toes, unleashing an avalanche of unbearable sensations. Evelyn was in the midst of a sensory chaos, her uncontrollable laughter mixing with raw moans of pleasure.
– Hahahaha! I'm going to… oh no… hahahaha! Brian! STOP! she cried, her voice tinged with desperate panic.
But Brian knew she was approaching her breaking point. The movements of his hands became even more meticulous, playing with the finesse of her weaknesses. Evelyn began to pant, her entire body trembling under the increasing intensity.
The bells, they had become the true symphony of her downfall. Their rapid and sustained tinkling fueled an irresistible wave rising within her, a wave she could no longer contain. Her chest heaved in uncontrollable spasms, and her fingers gripped the edge of the bench in a futile attempt to find an anchor.
– Brian! I'm going to… I'm going to… oh my god! Hahaha! No… I can't!
She suddenly arched her back, her cry of laughter turning into a high-pitched, almost animal moan. Her toes, which had spread under the vibrations of the brushes, froze in a perfect fan. Her body stiffened entirely, and a violent shiver ran through her as an overwhelming orgasm seized her.
The tinkling of the bells reached its climax, each note seeming to resonate in the air like a triumphant proclamation. Evelyn came, her face expressing a devastating combination of uncontrolled pleasure and total humiliation. Her toes, remaining locked in this position of submission, continued to tremble slightly, amplifying the delicate tinkles.
Brian, though excited to an almost unbearable degree, remained still for a moment, fascinated by the scene. Evelyn, who had always been a figure of control and domination, was now vulnerable, broken under his fingers.
– You see, Evelyn, he murmured in a raspy voice, almost trembling with desire, that's the power of your bells.
Evelyn, still shaken by the spasms of her orgasm, did not respond, her half-closed eyes shining with tears of laughter and exhaustion. Her body glistened with oil and sweat, and her toes, adorned with their rings, remained in that pose of total submission, betraying the power of the sensations she had experienced.
Her posture became stiff, her legs tense and her oiled feet slightly spread, betraying a mix of fatigue and latent tension. Her half-closed eyelids, her short breath, her body still bore the stigmata of what they had just shared. Yet, something else emanated from her: she seemed to be in a trance.
Evelyn suddenly began to move slowly, her hand plunging into the neckline of her dress, pulling out a paper that she handed to Brian.
Brian slowly unfolded the letter that Evelyn, still in a trance, had just given him. The words, carefully aligned in impeccable, slightly slanted handwriting, were undeniably Alan's. Each line seemed to weigh heavily in the air, as if the very ink contained a sort of power. He read:
"If you are reading this, Brian, it is because you have made Evelyn come.
Bravo, truly. I am proud of you. Today was just a taste of what your future could be. And believe me, it could happen much faster than you think. You enjoyed her sensitive toes, didn't you? That delicious weakness that makes her so vulnerable. Know one thing: this is not hypnosis. Not yet, at least. Her body reacts naturally this way, but imagine what I could do if I decided to intervene.
Now, Brian, you are faced with a choice. On the table, there is a bell. You hold Evelyn's future in your hands. Make her see reason, and the course of her life will change forever.
— If you ring it once, Evelyn will become a permanent participant in your games with Ashley. She will live with you. Perhaps she will be a shield for your dear wife, taking on the role of the loser? Or perhaps she will help you open Ashley's mind even more. That will depend on you, and the results you achieve.
— If you ring it twice, Evelyn will return to me. I could, of course, involve her in your trials, but only when it seems relevant to me. In the meantime, she will be at my disposal. And aren't you curious about the hypnoses I could apply to her? Perhaps I will share with you, if you are good, a detailed list or some videos. Who knows?
— If you ring it three times, Evelyn will disappear from your life. You will never see her again. But, Brian… what she becomes will be entirely your fault. Perhaps I will send you, even then, some memories, just so you never forget this choice.
— If you do nothing, then it is Ashley who will pay the price. You know that if this door opened, it is because Ashley failed. And you know what that means for her."
Brian read the letter several times, his heart beating faster with each passage. His eyes slid to Evelyn, still motionless, still captive to her own silence. The bell on the table gleamed faintly under the light of the room, a tiny object but one that carried a monumental decision.
Ashley stopped in front of the room, her gaze fixed on the platforms stretching out before her to the other side. There, under harsh light, the second ankle bracelet glinted. Identical to the one she already wore, it seemed to almost call to her, its silver gleam evoking an unknown but irresistible promise.
Beside it, a counter displayed "20:00," the red numbers vibrating like a silent warning. Alan, standing beside her, wore his usual enigmatic smile.
– Here is your choice, Ashley, he said softly, his tone tinged with malice. You can wait here, let the counter tick down and see what happens. But Brian… oh, I'm sure he doesn't have as much time as you.
Ashley felt a wave of guilt twist her stomach. Brian. It had been so long since she had any news, nothing since that empty room she had seen on the phone. She knew he was still being tempted, because of her. She bit her lip, the weight of that thought insinuating itself into every fiber of her being.
– And the other option, Alan continued with a theatrical gesture toward the bracelet, is to speed things up. You put on this pretty jewel, and you move on. But of course… you know that every decision has its consequences.
Ashley averted her eyes from him to look at the platforms. Each jump, she knew, would make the ankle bracelet and the bells attached to her piercings ring. That sound, which she had learned to dread and desire, would resonate with each movement, awakening those sensations that troubled her more and more.
And the ankle bracelet seemed to gleam even brighter, drawing her gaze despite herself. She knew that wearing it would be yielding a little more control to Alan, accepting something she did not fully understand. But waiting here, doing nothing, while Brian might be suffering… that was an idea she could not bear.
Alan took a step forward, slightly tilting his head to meet her gaze.
– It's not an easy decision, is it, my dear? he said, his smile widening. But think carefully. Brian is strong, yes, but even the strongest have their limits. Perhaps this bracelet is the key to helping him. Perhaps not. Only you can decide.
She placed one foot on the first platform, her heart pounding wildly. The crystalline sound of the ankle bell rang immediately, followed by the light but distinct tinkling of the golden bells suspended from her piercings. The vibration coursed through her body, awakening a warmth she tried to suppress.
She jumped to the second platform, the tinkling amplifying with the movement. Part of her was almost fascinated by how each sound seemed to find an echo within her, as if her body responded instinctively. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to yield to this strange sensation.
– Ashley, Alan murmured, his voice resonating in the room. You know, you look fierce when you fight like this. But is it really worth it? Why resist so much?
She did not respond, focusing on the next platform. Her movements were precise but filled with tension, each jump triggering a symphony of bells that seemed to push her further into her discomfort.
Finally, she reached the last platform. The bracelet was there, gleaming, almost tempting. Ashley reached out her hand, hesitating for a moment. Her breathing was heavy, her body traversed by contradictory sensations.
And if I put it on? she thought. And if it were the key to helping Brian? To end this trial?
But another thought insinuated itself into her mind: And if I were wrong? And if I fell even deeper into Alan's game?
She looked at the counter. The red numbers blinked softly: 18:42.
– Decide, Ashley, Alan murmured behind her. Every second counts.
Ashley closed her eyes, her mind tormented by guilt, desire, and fear. Brian… I'm doing this for you.
She reached out her hand toward the bracelet.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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