A Demon's Devotion Ch. 06

"I-I mean maybe, but...I dunno." She wrinkled her nose. "Seems kinda tacky. Even for you."

"Don't be so quick to judge. You may end up becoming a regular here."

"Ha ha. Hilarious." Her eye-roll was met with a blank stare. "Wait, you are joking, right?"

Levi arched his eyebrows. "Am I?" He exited the truck with a chuckle. Beatrice groaned, then followed suit. She really wished he'd stop developing a sense of humor.

A quick dash through the downpour lead them to the emporium's doors. The interior was surprisingly well lit, and an upbeat pop song played over the P.A., doing its best to welcome customers over the storm's roar. Despite the pastel colors and kitschy glamour, Beatrice couldn't help but tense as she stepped into the store proper. This was only her second time venturing into such terrain, the first being an "ironic" shopping trip she'd undertaken to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. She remembered tittering over the raunchy party favors and sleek sex toys with her friends, all the while casting covert glances at the leather fetish gear on the far wall. For all she'd done to force an atmosphere of mockery, there remained a sense that she was trespassing in forbidden territory, tangling with forces she didn't fully understand.

The same held true now. Even as Beatrice tossed her hair and tried to look bored, she couldn't resist a nervous peek at the demon beside her, her pulse quickening as she waited for his lead. Yet to her surprise, he seemed at a loss as well, his eyes wide as he ambled vaguely towards a row of Bluetooth dildos.

"It's...different than I expected," he mused.

"What?" Beatrice hissed. "Are you saying you've never been here before?"

"Indeed." He absently fingered one of the shafts.

"Stop that. How did you even find this place, then? You didn't look for directions or anything."

"A demon has his ways." Levi's stare intensified.

Beatrice's jaw fell. "Are you saying you have some kind of sex store sixth sense?"

Levi held her eyes for a moment, then laughed. "Of course not. I googled it this morning."

For the second time in less than hour, Beatrice seriously considered punching him.

"But I must say," he continued, wandering further, "those photos didn't do this place justice. If I'd known, I would've planned better ahead of time."

"Great, so..." Beatrice coughed. "Should I just leave you to explore or...?"

"Nice try. But you're not escaping that easily. Not when you have such an important role to play."

She tensed, reading his intentions in an instant. "You don't mean..."

"Oh, but I do." He beckoned her onward. "Your modeling days aren't over just yet."

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, then followed as commanded. It was pointless to resist, after all. Even if she made him waste power controlling her, it didn't really benefit her at this point. Her acquiescence was just a concession to keep things running smoothly. It had nothing to do with the heat rising to her face. She barely even thought about how she must look to the clerk, clad in a miniskirt and frilly blouse, her blushing face downcast as she followed Levi to the lingerie aisle. Though when he passed the elegant attire and stood instead by the row of cheap costumes, her awful anticipation became too strong to deny.

"You're teasing me again, aren't you?" she pouted.

"Just looking for a very...particular effect," he explained, holding one of the packaged outfits aloft.

"A nurse costume?" Beatrice frowned. "Didn't really take you for a role play kinda guy."

"I'm not. Nor, it seems, are you." He swapped the product for another.

Beatrice sighed. "You're gonna pick something I hate and make me wear it, aren't you?"

"As I've said before, it's not that simple. What interests me is not what you hate. Or even what you love. But the sparks that fly when those primal forces meet...that is what I'm after."

"Uh-huh. That's pretty poetic for a guy browsing fetish g--"

Her voice faltered.

She couldn't help it.

The costume he was offering was the most insulting choice yet: a cat maid outfit, complete with a ruffled lace micro-bikini, fuzzy black ears, and a butt-plug that doubled as a tail. The model on the front was striking a playful pose, a degrading, infantilizing image that set Beatrice's blood to boil. It was the sort of fantasy that she and her friends mocked the most, a perverted, obscene ideal, the popularity of which was further evidence of society's decline. The thought of wearing it, of embodying a mewling, pathetic caricature of female sexuality for Levi was...

...Was making her awfully, incredibly wet.

Levi grinned. "It seems we have a winner." He handed her the packaged attire. "Here. The checkout counter is that way. I have a little more browsing to do."

"W-wait," Beatrice stammered, her arousal and anxiety chasing each other in circles. "There's no way I'm gonna be the one who goes up there and pays for this. That would--ah!"

The demon's power hit her like a tidal wave, capsizing her fragile resistance into a sea of hot, pulsing pleasure. She gasped as the tides seized her body, her lips and legs trembling in the wake of her Master's infuriating, irresistible influence.

"This is what I desire," Levi murmured. "And that makes it what you desire as well, understand?"

Beatrice's head tilted in the vaguest of nods. It was all she could manage.

"That's a good girl," Levi patted her cheek. "Keep it up, and there's more where that came from, I promise."

"Ohhh..." Beatrice sucked a breath through her teeth, as if that would cool her overheating head. She stumbled away before Levi could say any more, focusing on keeping her steps steady towards the checkout counter. The clerk wasn't even looking at her, but Beatrice still kept the outfit wrapped tightly in her arms, hiding both it and her nipples stiffening through her blouse. She handed the garments over like a ticking bomb, and fumbled for a moment trying to remember which purse pocket her wallet was in. She felt like she might die from humiliation before the transaction was over. If she didn't come in her panties first.

The degrading outfit purchased and bagged, Beatrice bustled towards the exit, so eager to escape that she almost left Levi behind. By the time she turned to look for him, he'd already taken her place at the checkout counter, paying for something Beatrice couldn't make out. She shot an inquisitive look towards his bag as he approached, but he just smiled and shook his head.

"You'll find out," he teased, ushering her towards the exit.

The ominous warning rang in Beatrice's ears and sang in her blood. She bit her lip, torn between her desperation to know more and her dread of what that might entail. As she rejoined Levi in the truck, she shot a quick text to her parents, telling them not to wait for her to start dinner. She wasn't sure what the demon had in store for her. But whether it was pleasure, pain, or both...

She couldn't wait to find out.

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Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Beatrice stood in Levi's bathroom, blushing scarlet as she beheld her reflection in the mirror. The maid outfit looked even more ludicrous than she'd expected. The frilly, stringy bikini barely offered any support or coverage at all, her tits threatening to slosh free at the slightest of movements. The thin black panties were practically see-through, and every glance at the ridiculous cat ears sent a fresh flush of arousal trembling through her. Worse still, the skimpy outfit left Levi's crest perfectly visible on her skin, its flowing lines of ink marking her not just as a horny, humiliated cat maid, but one owned and marked by her Master.

She traced a finger over the crest, and let out mewling whine. She'd never been so horny in her life. The desire inside her had twisted tighter and tighter during the ride back to his place, to the point where a change of panties wasn't just an order, but a necessity. Now with her terrible transformation complete, the quivering heat inside her flared with renewed urgency. She slipped one of the ruffled cups aside, allowing her fingers to tease an eager pink nipple. Maybe she should sneak a quick one while she had a chance. Normally, she wouldn't dream of masturbating in another person's bathroom, but if she went to Levi like this...so needy and desperate it made her head spin...there was no telling what he'd be able to make her do.

The thought almost made her come right there, bent over his bathroom sink. When had her fingers slipped inside her panties? It didn't matter now. She just needed to do this quick. Before the demon could notice. Before he could find her like this, staring into her own whimpering reflection, getting off on how pathetic she looked, how low she'd allowed herself to fall for...

The door opened behind her. Beatrice yanked her hands from her body, gripping the countertop so tight she thought it might crack. Levi's face appeared in the doorway, his dark eyes registering a momentary spark of surprise. She wasn't sure if he'd noticed what she'd been doing. And as a wicked smile spread across his features, she doubted he would tell her.

"H-haven't you ever heard of knocking?" she managed to stammer.

"Is there something you didn't want me to see?" He arched an eyebrow. "Strange. I wonder why you didn't lock the door then?"

"I-I just forgot. That's all."

"Of course. Regardless, I assume you've finished dressing?"

"Uh. Yeah. I think." Beatrice's gaze darted to the tail resting nearby. As addled with arousal as she was, inserting a butt plug remained a step too far. Although...if her Master commanded her then...there wouldn't really be any point in refusing so...

Levi chuckled. "Don't worry. We'll have use for that eventually. But only when you're ready to beg for it."

"So never, then." Beatrice walked away a little quicker than she meant to.

"We'll see." Levi stepped aside to let her pass, but not before grabbing a generous eyeful of her new look. She stepped carefully down the hall, exceedingly aware of every sway and jiggle that passed through her soft, exposed body. A part of her wanted to minimize the motion, to reassert what control she had over her appearance. But the heat of the demon's stare made her knees tremble, and it became harder and harder to stop the rest of her from following suit. Then she reached the kitchen, and what she saw brought all movement to a halt.

A patch of the messy counter had been cleared, but not to make room for food. Instead, a pile of cleaning supplies was waiting for her, disinfectant wipes stacked next to sponges and soaps, with both a broom and a Swiffer leaning nearby.

"Seriously?" she groaned.

"What did you expect?" Levi was barely hiding his glee. "That is a maid outfit, is it not?"

"Yeah, but..." Beatrice inspected a duster, unsure of what to do with her own disappointment. "Wouldn't you rather do...other things?"

"Oh?" His black pupils twinkled. "Such as what?"

"Y-you know what I mean. Something more fun than just...wiping tables, or whatever."

"Ah. I understand your hesitation. However..." He reached into the nearby sex store bag. "I think I have a way to make this fun."

Beatrice opened her mouth to inquire further, than froze as Levi withdrew his hand. In his grip was a black riding crop, the sharp leather shining in the overhead light.

"Is...is that..?" She already knew the answer, but found it suddenly hard to speak.

Levi gave the crop a few test swings. The sound of it swishing through the air raised the hairs on Beatrice's neck. "This is going to be your teacher for today. It should help you learn the finer points of tidying up, as well as offer some...additional motivation."

Beatrice swallowed. "Couldn't you just...um, take control or whatever to show me what to do? That way I won't mess up and, uh, if that uses to much of your power, I can always, you know, take care of that later and--aaaaah!"

She squeaked as Levi rested the crop on her bare thigh. The tip was cold, smooth, and pulsed with cruelty against her skin.

"This will be more fun," he purred, tracing the implement over her trembling flesh. "Plus, it's the best way to maximize our time together. And that was what you promised in exchange for leniency at school. Remember?"

"Y-yes Master," Beatrice breathed.

"Good girl." He withdrew the crop, but its danger lingered. "There's a reward waiting for you at the end of your duties, if you can reach it in time. So I'd get to work if I were you."

The blushing servant grit her teeth, forcing her hands to stop shaking as she inspected the assembled supplies. She'd never had to do much cleaning at home, and her parents reliance on hired help meant they'd never deigned to teach her either. But how hard could it be? Surely she could figure out how to wipe a countertop, even under threat of demonic admonishment.

Then again...Beatrice didn't recognize most of the powders and solutions Levi had assembled. She paused, reevaluating the space. Perhaps it would be best to start from the bottom and work her way up. That way she could keep track of where she was in the process. And even with her dearth of experience, she knew how to use a broom well enough. Maybe it would be best to start simple and--

Whack! Beatrice dropped the broom as pain arced across her ass. She stumbled forward, gripping the counter for balance, biting her lip as the stinging gradually subsided.

Levi tutted. "Don't start with the floors. Your work will be ruined if anything falls or spills during the rest of your cleaning."

"You could've told me that!" Beatrice protested. "How do you expect me to do a good job if--eeee!"

Whack! The crop pricked her thigh this time. Not as hard as the first hit, but clearly meant as a warning. "I expect you to follow your training," Levi explained. "And that means no talking back. If you make a mistake, just accept your punishment and apologize. Are we clear?"

The unfairness of his rules made Beatrice's fists clench. But the sadism in his grin, the restless crop in his hands, and the thrumming arousal in her crest subdued her rebellious impulse. "Y-yes Master," she mumbled.

"Well then." Swish. Swish. "Isn't there something else you'd like to say?"

Beatrice lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry, Master."

"For what?"

"Um. For...cleaning wrong, I guess."

"And..?"

"And for...for..." Beatrice's voice trembled. "For talking back to you, Master. It won't happen again." She wasn't sure where that second part came from. The words just slid from her lips before she could stop them.

"And..?"

Beatrice blinked, confused. She'd already debased herself in front of him and apologized--what more could he possibly want?

Levi answered her unasked question with a smirk. "Tell me you're sorry for being a stupid slut. And that you need to be taught your place."

"Nnn..." Beatrice's jaw clenched, her head suddenly boiling with mad, incomprehensible impulses. She wouldn't do it. She couldn't. It went against everything she stood for, everything that Lucy had taught her. And yet...why did the words send her heart fluttering when he spoke them? Why did she want to repeat them back to him, to confirm her inferiority and submission to his authority? Was she really what he said she was, a closeted masochist yearning to be unleashed? Did his magic make her this way? Did it matter?

Whack! The crop whipped against the countertop, causing Beatrice to jump. "Something on your mind?" Levi asked.

"N-no Master!" Beatrice exclaimed. And then, before she could stop herself: "I-I'm sorry for being such a stupid slut. I need you to teach me my place."

Levi's eyes widened, and for a second the trembling servant thought he might strike her anyway. A twisted part of her hoped he would. The crop rose to her face, and Beatrice flinched, but didn't move away.

The demon purred, stroking the tip against her cheek. "Good girl."

A tiny spark tickled her crest. And Beatrice came like hopeless whore. She fell against the sink, alternating between gasps and whines as her hips shuddered and bucked. Her soaked panties dripped, her pathetic juices spilling out and slicking her clenched thighs. It was pitiful, how little of his power it took to reduce her to this state. But that just deepened the depravity of her pleasure, made her feel all the lower and the better for it.

Levi laughed. "Don't get too carried away." His crop moved under her chin, causing her to stiffen to attention. "We've still got a ways to go, don't we?"

"Y-yes Master."

"Good." The leather flicked away. "Now obey your Master and get to work."

His servant nodded unsteadily, turning to her task even as her mind and body throbbed. She tried her best to focus, to puzzle out the method of cleaning that would keep the crop at bay. But it was impossible to think while her pussy quivered and leaked with need, impossible to move when the cruel memory of the crop lingered on her ass. She cleared the trash-laden counters free of reproach, only to sort the recyclables wrong and receive a rippling rebuke against her rear. It took her several tries to find the right soap for the dishwasher, each incorrect guess arching her back and thickening the haze in her head, until just reading the labels became difficult. Even when her Master was silent, the crack of his weapon still echoed in her mind. Reminding her of what she was. Of her ineptitude. Her weakness. Her perversion. And the sickening joy she took from it.

Oops. She'd lost herself in scrubbing, and one of her tits had slipped free from her top. Beatrice paused, fumbling to set the silly thing right. Only for Master's hand to find her breast instead, drawing her to the brink of orgasm with one possessive grasp.

"What's this?" he taunted. "Getting a little sloppy, hm?" Beatrice gasped as he pinched her nipple, then cried as he pulled and twisted. "A servant should keep her uniform on unless ordered otherwise. You'll remember that from now on, won't you?"

"Y-yes Master!" Beatrice squealed. "I'm sorry, Master! I'm sorry for being such a stupid slut. Please, show me my place!"

"That's good. You're learning." Levi corrected her top and stroked her hair. "I'd be more careful, though, if I were you. If I see any more slip-ups, well...you know what will happen don't you?"

"Y-yes Master." Beatrice shivered into his touch. "Thank you Master." Again, the words had formed before she could stop them, their gratitude as real as it was inexplicable. As much as she feared his punishment, his approval somehow transformed the pain, melting the tension into pleasure.

As Beatrice resumed cleaning, she could feel herself coming undone, a new purpose emerging from her unwinding resistance. No longer did she strain to avoid making mistakes, or worry about the restless leather buzzing behind her. Instead, she did what came naturally, and accepted correction with increasing enthusiasm. Every crack of the crop became a lesson and a blessing, the pain of Master's punishment only heightening the relief of his affection. Soon, she was no longer tracking her progress or even the time. Instead she moved according to her Master. His guidance. His approval. They were all that mattered.

At last, it dawned on Beatrice that she had nothing left to do. The countertops were pristine. The sink shone as if brand new. Even the floor looked clean enough to eat off of. Yet she felt no sense of completion or accomplishment. Not yet. Not until she looked to her Master for approval.

He smiled. And set the crop aside with a simple command. "Kneel."

Beatrice dropped in an instant, her tits almost bouncing from their frilly holsters. She folded her hands and lowered her eyes, trying to keep still even as every inch of her trembled with anticipation. She could sense her Master approaching, her heart swelling with every step. Until finally, his hand cradled her chin, and drew her gaze up to meet his. His pupils shone with demonic energy, their strange, blinding darkness drawing Beatrice in. Traces of his cosmic form curled in the corners of her vision, coaxing memories of their first encounter, and the helpless, blissful surrender she'd savored.