(VERY sorry I haven't replied to this. Been into too many other RPs at once, and... yeah.)

At Serena's call, Misato actually woke up, having accidentally fallen asleep. She turned to Serena, the blush on her face becoming visible again as the scientist basically asked her to have yet another show of sexual activity. "V-very well..." she stated, standing up and walking to her "boss's".

Misato gave a mental sigh of relief, grateful that Serena hadn't decided to continue without her consent. Ms. Souya honestly didn't think she could handle it, especially after realizing that the torturous simulation had suceeded in turning her on. Gradually slowing her breathing rate, she went to a corner of the room and began to meditate, something she never did unless she was absolutely forced to pass the time in some way. At this point she could only wait for Serena to finish up.

Misato heard Serena's voice, and suddenly everything became much more clear. "Serena... what she said... is it true...? Am I really a masochist...?" she dared to ask. "I shouldn't have felt anything but pain from her whip, but before I had realized it, I was starting to get off fr-" at this point she was interrupted as Serena kissed her on the lips. A deep blush came to her face. "I'm sorry... I'd rather not think about sex right now..." she apologized, embracing Serena, still breathing deeply.

(Just what sims are installed on that f***ing visor?)

About three minutes into the whipping, something inside Misato fell to hell, and immediately her spirit died. "I'm sorry... Master..." she whimpered, fully broken in body and soul. She could see pleasure on the Master's face, as she redoubled the whippings. Finally the sim was ended, and Misato fell to the floor and curled up, having forgotten that the torture had all been a fake. "I'm sorry..." she whimpered again, shivering slightly. It had only been in her head, but it had still been too much for her, as she lay before Serena, her spirit completely broken. She was lost in her own world, and she could still feel the whip coming down on her, could still hear her pleasured laughing.

Misato winced slightly as the vibrator was stuck into her still-tight lower mouth. She turned a knob on the handle, and immediately it began to invade the space in between her legs, leaving nothing out. Numerous times the vibrator hit a sweet spot, and each time, Misato gave out a pleasured moan, struggling to give her Master the satisfaction of letting her know she was about to come. She could only watch in horror as Serena played along with the woman's actions, as if she had been trained in this art. Her disturbance over Serena's reaction was short-lived, though, as Master turned her attention back toward Misato, lighting a candle and waiting for the wax to melt. Uncomfortably, Misato began to squirm around in her shackles helplessly, until the Master poured a quantity of the wax into a cup, then poured it over Misato's chest. Lost in the painful sensation, she gave a scream and lost focus, as she felt her upper thighs become wet.

Misato's eyes widened with fear, as she saw Serena break in front of her with very little effort on this dominant woman's part. She redoubled her efforts to struggle or otherwise get away from the Master, but once again there was no way to escape the shackles that bound her. Misato gave a light shiver as the Master vehemently said that it was now her turn. She closed her eyes, and tried to brace herself for the whipsmack, baring her teeth to try and avoid letting out a scream of pain.

It didn't work. The whip was brought down on her left breast, and her entire body spasmed from the pain. Her eyes, although closed, squinted and started to tear up, a light blush was brought to her face, her back arched, and she let loose a cry of unadulterated pain. Opening her eyes, she could see the welt the whip had left on her skin. The attention to detail was truly impeccable. Master began to laugh joyously and evilly, as she began to bring the whip down on her multiple times. "You're quite the masochist, my pet..." she stated, bringing the handle of the whip up to her chin.