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I really love these hot days.
Lots of little girls running around in their sundresses.
In the right light, you can almost see through your dress.
Did you know that?
Look all you want.
That's all you're going to be doing.
I wouldn't say that just yet.
How are you?
Hey, how are you?
Good, how are you?
Good, thank you.
Thank you.
I heard you in there.
Shut
up or
I'll gag you.
Lift your skirt up. Hold this.
You like that, don't you, Sly?
Yes, I do.
Where was this pussy blown to?
Phew.
Wrong answer.
Same.
Pussy belongs to his family.
Pussy belongs to his family.
I'm gonna make some little water second tonight.
Look at me.
Is this the beauty that you crave? Is it not?
I wasn't always a complete whore.
My boyfriend Luke and I grew up in Linden, Washington, a small church town
near the Canadian border.
As Ernst Hemingway said about his hometown, Linden was a town of wide
streets and narrow mines.
Luke and I had known each other since grade school, and we started formally
dating in high school. We were destined to be married and live happily ever
after.
Both our fathers were ministers in different evangelical Christian
churches, but I was going to be a famous artist, and Luke would be a renowned
chef. After high school, we traveled 140 miles to Seattle to learn our art in the
heart of the big city, and it was there that I met Vera Lake.
Vera had the face of a classic beauty with her blonde hair and her pale skin
and eyes blue like that of the August sky.
She came from money, but she ran with the artsy crowd.
And though she feasted on apathy, her eyes revealed a calculating cynicism. I
thrilled to her attention.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Do you always do what people tell you to?
Believe that I was willing to die for you?
Answers your question.
Then I'm sure you're going to be willing to do much more for me.
I won't say no to you.
Come by my apartment tomorrow at seven.
We'll see.
I'd love to, except for I simply must attend my date at the emergency room
tonight. I hope you understand.
No, that won't be necessary.
The extract of digitalis essence or a larger quantity of leaves would have
sent you to the mortuary tonight.
Lucky you. It's not going to be happening.
Well, I'm meeting Luke at seven, so I'll be at your place at eight. You're
meeting Luke?
Darling, Luke is so beneath you.
You and I both know he can't give you what you need.
If you have to see that little twit to make a comparison between the two of us,
you just go right ahead.
You know I won't disappoint you.
Men.
Hello, Ivy.
How was your rendezvous with Loverboy?
Oh, Luke didn't show up. He had to work late.
It's always work these days or his precious alone time.
It's like a secret lover.
I'm getting really jealous.
I would never let a man do that to me.
And you're such a sweet girl.
It's a pity, really.
Yeah, a pity.
I feel pretty pitiful.
Don't.
Don't feel pitiful.
Luke just doesn't need you anymore.
And when a man doesn't need you anymore, you find one who does.
You find someone that would die for you.
And love?
Ivy, love doesn't exist.
It's an outdated notion people have been using for years as an excuse for their
actions. Without love, what do we have?
Decadence.
You mean like self-indulgence?
Self-indulgence.
Beauty. Most of all, beauty.
In all its aspects.
What is beauty to you, Ivy?
Anything that brings pleasure to the mind.
Anything that brings pleasure to one's mind.
Yeah.
In that case, stand up.
Lower your head.
You're not to raise them again until I give you permission.
Today you're going to find out what beauty really is.
My beautiful one, will you remove your blouse, please?
And your panty, but leave the skirt.
No. Keep your skirt up so I can see your pussy.
Tuck it in.
The most
important
present you can give a gift to is yourself.
And I prefer mine gift-dressed.
There, you look very, very pretty.
Down in your knees.
Did I give you permission to look at me?
I told you not to look until I gave you permission.
Sorry.
You will be sorry.
Maybe you just need a little reminder.
Put your hands behind your back.
Okay.
Now you're going to lick my pussy.
And you're not going to stop until I come.
Do you understand?
Yes.
To show you that I'm not all selfish, bitch.
Drink from the cup of decadence.
And give your life in the name of beauty.
Are you ready for the real pleasures of the mind?
You know what these are?
These are beautiful too.
Pity is anything that gives pleasure to the mind, right?
It's Luke.
Yes? I was just wondering if Ivy's here.
She should.
What's that?
Is that a ring?
Perfect.
See, I've already got a rafter for you.
Sarah, are you leaving?
Uh-huh.
The key?
She's all yours now.
There's the writing crap in my closet.
You're half a man.
Punisher.
Luke?
You're still here.
Of course I'm still here. What do you think?
He didn't unlock you?
What bastard that boy turned out to be.
You're well rid of him now. You're the bastard.
Unlock me.
You've given yourself to something higher.
No need to look.
Tara, we're supposed to be married.
We're soulmates.
I loved him so much.
We've been over this.
Love is an illusion.
An illusion that will fade away.
This?
This is real.
This is who you are now.
What are you going to do with that?
It's for you to paint.
This is who you are now.
May I suggest a title?
Crumpled mess of a girl.
You're crazy if you think I'm going to paint that.
I wouldn't do that in a thousand years. Who do you think I am?
My whore now.
When do you want it done by?
Just as soon as possible.
I'm dressed as the corporate Jorge. What do you think?
Splendid. How did you get in my apartment?
I know where you had the key, sweetie.
Now it's mine.
I'm not like that. I was experimenting.
Well, then, you simply must paint me a picture of yourself in that experimental
position you were in.
I'd paint it myself if I were as good as you, but then that would defeat the
whole purpose, wouldn't it? I pray tell.
What is the purpose?
Your debasement and defilement, of course.
I told you I'm not like that.
I'm going to go to Luke and beg for his forgiveness on my knees.
Oh, you'll be on your knees plenty.
Begging for Luke's forgiveness?
I don't think so.
You've left him far behind in many ways, my love.
I'm done talking to you. You can leave now.
Bend over the couch.
Touch the ground.
The lips on your face say one thing.
The lips on your pussy always seem to say another.
Which ones are telling the truth?
Now they speak together.
Stay like that.
I want you to bend over my knees now.
rephrase that as yes, Miss Vera.
Do you remember what I told you?
Yes, Miss Vera.
Not to come unless I give you permission.
That was for your insolence a few minutes ago.
From now on, I want you to refer to me as Miss Vera.
Okay, what?
Okay, Miss Farrah.
It's better, right?
I want you to rephrase that as yes, Miss Farrah.
Yes, Miss Farrah.
Oh, my goodness.
Miss Farrah's puppy?
I told you not to come before I gave you permission.
Yes, Miss Farrell.
Then why are you coming right now?
You disgust me.
I'm sorry, Miss Farrell.
You're nothing but a weak, selfish little girl who can only think of her
pussy.
I'm sorry, Miss Farrell.
You should be sorry.
What you need is discipline.
Not just in sex, but in all aspects of your life.
You'll learn about discipline.
Okay.
What's that, Farrah?
This?
It's your collar.
Like a collar for an animal?
Exactly. It's a collar for a pet.
Which is what you are now.
You squirmy little bitch of a dog.
Miss Farrah, I can't wear that to school. I'll be humiliated.
Well, aren't you quick tonight?
Haven't you learned by now that your discomfort brings me such great
pleasure?
This block is to show everyone who sees you that you're mine now.
Thanks, babe.
Yeah,
thanks, babe.
Now you have discipline.
All you need is direction.
Come.
It's a good puppy.
Yeah.
Now you're going to see exactly who you really are.
Look in the mirror.
This is who you are now.
You may not fully have come to terms with it yet, but you will.
Yes, Elizabeth.
I was lucky.
I knew who I was by the time I was 12.
Some just take a little longer.
There's a place in this world for everyone.
And your place is as a slave.
As my slave.
Of course, Miss Farrah.
We'll call this one... Girl meeting girl.
I'm your muse.
You really should start painting these, you know.
It'll help you to grapple with who you are on canvas.
Real art.
Yes, Miss Vera.
I need some release.
Earlier you so selfishly came before me.
I'm so sorry, Miss Vera.
It's just you excite me so much.
Of course I do.
But you need to learn control.
Come. Yeah.
Sit.
I'm going to put this down.
Do not move until you have my permission.
Yes, Miss Fair.
What I want you to do now is...
And dress me slowly.
And then I want you to make love to me.
We have all night for you to get this right.
So take your time.
Start with my shoes.
No.
I don't understand.
If you're going to make love to me, you should start at the bottom by fucking my
shoes.
That's a good girl.
Got them on your back?
Alright, you can remove them now.
It's the honey nine.
When I was a little girl, I had a puppy.
I used to put it at my feet and lick my toes.
But now you're my puppy.
So I want you to unclasp my garters from my stockings.
And you're going to suck on my feet.
Thank you.
You look good down there.
But you did such a good job with that, I think I want to have you lick and kiss
me elsewhere.
I'm going to bend over and I want you to kiss my ass.
Yes, I swear.
Thank you, Fred.
You're welcome, my pet.
I think we're going to play a little game.
The game is called Sleep,
Taste, and Guess.
The trick of this game is you're not going to be able to say anything if you
don't dress.
Stick your tongue out.
What's that?
Stick your tongue back.
Oh, what's that?
Your fingers there.
And what's there?
Your breath was there.
Stick your tongue back out.
What are you tasting?
Your pussy. Do you like that?
You deserve to come too.
Oh, thank you, Miss Farrah.
What did you learn from last time, though?
Not until you say so, Miss Farrah.
Thank you.
So that you can't come without my permission.
Oh, Sparrow, I would like that.
I'm sure you will.
But... What if you leave me and I can never come again?
That'd be a problem, wouldn't it? I suppose it might be.
Maybe if you're very, very good and you do everything I say.
Well, Miss Farrah, I'll try.
Good girl.
Miss Farrah?
You said you knew when you were 12.
How did you?
Well...
When we were younger and all the neighborhood kids would play cops and
robbers and cowboys and Indians, I knew early on that I was more like a boy than
a girl.
I used to tie the little girls up to trees.
Little boys, too, actually.
They loved it, and I loved tormenting them when they didn't like it.
I think I enjoyed that even more.
Has it been exciting being your friend?
I'm sure it was.
It still is, isn't it? Yeah.
Sarah? I love you.
You should get some sleep. You have to wake up early in the morning and make my
coffee for me.
Not bad. I need some more sugar.
No, no, it's cooled down too much. We'll heat it back up.
Yes, ma'am.
Here's a chip.
Good girl.
Excellent.
You really do know how to make a delicious cup of coffee.
Thank you, I do try.
I've got you a present.
Go get me my bag right behind you.
I must bear this bag of goodies.
Oh, yes.
Should have seen the lips I got at the airport a couple months ago.
Aren't they cute?
They're a little... really.
All good submissive little girls need a pair of pink frilly panties.
For a while or something.
Put them on.
What a cutie pie you turned out to be.
All right, turn around and look at that beautiful bottom.
Walk to the mirror and back for me.
There you go.
You're a keeper for sure.
I'm quite touching, aren't I?
Uh-huh. I'm so modest.
That eighth of yours is dangerous.
Thank you now for listening to me.
Promises, promises.
I'm a bit of a monster, an actual kind of boy.
The next few weeks of summer sped by as I discovered the city and Avera.
We were young, beautiful, kinky, and in love.
Well, at least I was in love.
The days were filled with sun and exploration of new people.
And the nights...
Well, the nights were filled with pain and pleasure, dominance and submission.
And for all my happiness, my pleasures of the flesh, and even my pleasure of
the mind, the darkness of what I was doing to my beloved Luke hung over me
like the long winter that chilled Seattle for most of the year.
I had avoided his phone calls, but I knew I could not avoid him forever.
Buy me a drink?
We could do some company.
Bourbon all right?
Bourbon is good.
I'm not good, though.
I hurt my boyfriend.
I cheated on him with a girl.
It's okay.
You're not a slut.
I'll buy you as many drinks as you want tonight.
I was sat next to you the second I got to the bar.
Not like all the other guys.
I could never see a deepened advantage of a girl.
All women are good for as fuck.
They are worthless, meaningless, and pathetic individuals who have to fill a
hollow void deep within them with sex.
I would do anything you asked.
What? I would do anything you asked me to.
Hey, Vera?
Yes? I saw Luke. It was horrible.
You saw Luke?
We didn't discuss that.
I know.
I know, I know. I'm sorry. I need to see you, though. Please?
Fine. Come over.
Hey, I'll see you soon.
Vera, it was terrible.
You fucked me and you left me on the cement floor.
Take off your clothes.
What?
Take off your clothes.
Why?
I'm not gonna have you coming into my home.
Fucking stink all over you.
It's time to clean you up.
Get in there.
It's cold.
Shut up. Get down on your knees.
Rip, get down on your knees.
Vera, I don't care that it's cold. Vera, shut up.
Stop squirming.
Vera, I thought I told you to shut up.
Bend over.
What did you just say?
I don't think I said anything.
Profanity is not allowed in my home.
Did I say something?
Were you brought up with that kind of language?
I don't know.
Then what makes you think it's acceptable in my home?
I promise I won't do it again.
You're right.
You won't do that again.
Pretty.
Stay just like that.
This one I think we should call Potty Moth.
You're a little charmer, aren't you?
If you say so.
We'll see how charming you feel in a few minutes.
Put your hands behind your back.
Good night.
Thank you, Miss.
You know who did it. It's not like you care.
It's not like I care?
I'm the last person to say that to you.
Look at yourself.
Your neck and your lip. My God.
If I ever get my hands on that bitch, I'll fucking kill her. You can't kill
her, Luke. I love her.
How can you love someone that hurts you so badly?
It's because she hurts me.
Then I guess that's why you never loved me. You can't say that.
No. No, I can't.
What are you doing here?
Why wouldn't I be here?
You've already used me today.
Isn't that all I'm good for?
Is that what you think?
Yeah.
Come here.
Come here.
Yata.
You're wrong.
I could fuck anybody I wanted.
I'd choose to be with you.
Why did you leave me on the street there?
I mean, there's people living in their cars.
They could have done anything they wanted to me if it wasn't for a man
coming and picking me up.
Who knows what would have happened? And even he, he could have been a rapist or
a murderer.
Do you think that would put you in that kind of danger?
I don't know.
That man who picked you up was a friend of mine. I sent him to go get you.
Really? Really?
But you needed to be taught a lesson.
I didn't think his spanking was going to cover it.
I need you to remain faithful to me. Do you understand that?
Yes, Miss Farrah.
I'm going to continue to fuck whoever I like.
You don't have that option.
Well, what if he finds someone more beautiful than me? What if he don't want
me anymore?
I'll always come home to you.
How come you didn't tell me you loved me when I told you I loved you?
I did that deliberately.
Who would have made all the difference?
Ivy, I've been trying to train you, to mold you.
What makes for the best start?
Well, longing makes for beautiful art.
Very good.
Just when I've given up, you go and surprise me like that.
Do you remember that conversation we had about beauty and decadence? Yeah,
decadence.
Well, I want more than beauty in my life.
I want art, and I want talent.
You are so talented.
I would give my left arm to be able to paint as well as you can.
But you know the world is full of talented people who just don't produce
anything.
I'm not going to let that happen to you.
Those pictures I took of you were taken to help you find your voice as an
artist.
I'll start painting soon.
I should start painting tomorrow.
But today we're going to relax.
You should come back to my apartment with me.
I'll let you give me a bath.
Okay.
I do love you, Ivy.
I know.
We came to an acceptance.
I was her slave, but I was not her doormat.
We were lovers, and I gave her what she wanted, but she gave me what I needed.
We were in love, and it was good.
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