Mistress Apprentice Part 4: Miss Ash Turns Slave Mila Into Obedient Candle Holder

Mila knocks. Miss Ash lets her in, eyes already sharp. "Strip," she says. Mila peels off the summer dress, folds it, drops to her knees. Ash locks the collar around her throat, snaps cuffs on wrists and ankles, pulls the straps snug until the leather bites. Mila fetches the drink on all fours, sets the glass down without spilling, keeps her eyes on the floorboards. Ash isn’t finished. "Back arched. Legs up." Mila rolls, plants her shoulders, spreads her thighs wide, reaches back and works the base of the candle into her own hole until it sits tight. Ash strikes a match, touches flame to wick. The wax starts to pool. Mila breathes slow, trying not to shake the flame. Ash’s phone rings—Mistress Baton on the line. Ash snaps a picture of the living candelabra, sends it, praises the "ambiance," all while Mila’s face burns and the hot wax trickles down her skin. When the call ends, Ash clips the leash to the collar. "We’re going for a walk."