Movie Day (story)

Hi my friends, here is the story for Movie Day! Hope you all enjoy it. I tried something a bit different this time and told it from the perspective of the dommes, instead of the victim like I usually do. Would love to hear what you guys think!

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It was a Saturday morning. Sunlight spilled through the cracks of the blinds, casting the room in a warm, golden glow. Mia and Lilly were sprawled lazily on an oversized couch, remnants of a marathon movie night littering the coffee table in front of them - half-eaten popcorn, an empty wine bottle, and scattered DVDs.  

Mia was a young brown-skinned woman of Mexican descent, with black wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. She was dressed casually in a faded blue hoody, sipping her coffee as she rifled through a glossy magazine. The faint sound of morning cartoons drifted from the small TV in the corner, their nonsensical chatter filling the silence.

Across from her, Lilly, with her wild ginger hair spilling over the back of the couch, was a freckled mirage of pale skin. She lay half asleep, one leg dangling off the couch and her face buried in a soft cushion. The slow rise and fall of her chest was rhythmic and calming.

"It's Eric's birthday today, you know?" Mia murmured, breaking the comfortable silence. She glanced up from her magazine, her dark eyes thoughtful as they flickered towards the basement door. It had been a long time since they had let Eric out, months perhaps. She tried to shake off the mild guilt that suddenly crept in.

Lilly made a non-committal sound, not moving from her comfortable sprawl. "Mmhmm," she grumbled, "And?"

Mia frowned slightly, staring at her friend. "Don't you think we should do something? Like, let him out to watch a movie with us, or something?"

The mere suggestion seemed to rouse Lilly from her lethargy. She turned her freckled face towards Mia, her eyes squinting in the morning light. "Do I look like I have the energy to drag him upstairs?" Lilly countered, a teasing smirk playing at her lips. "Besides, he's probably perfectly fine down there, munching on the leftovers we gave him."

Mia bit her lip, her gaze drifting back to the basement door. It felt wrong somehow, not letting Eric join them on his birthday. Despite their peculiar living situation, he was still their childhood friend. But at the same time, she knew Lilly had a point. "Still..." she began, her voice trailing off.

Lilly pushed herself up, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Fine," she huffed, her long hair swishing around her shoulders. "But you're the one getting him. I swear, if he steps on my freshly vacuumed carpet with his dirty basement feet..." She left the threat hanging, settling back into the couch with a satisfied sigh.

Mia chuckled softly, shaking her head as she placed her magazine down on the table. She pushed herself up, a small smile playing on her lips. Today was going to be interesting, indeed.

With a sigh, Mia left the comfort of the living room, walking down the hallway towards the foreboding door leading to the basement. It was a place she and Lilly ventured only once a day to feed Eric, a place of cold shadows and an unsettling dampness.

Taking a deep breath, Mia turned the old brass handle, the door creaking ominously as it swung open, revealing the steep wooden steps that led to the basement. The dimness of the corridor was replaced by a deeper darkness, a single bare bulb hanging from the basement ceiling providing little illumination even when turned on. The air was immediately colder, stale, laced with the unforgiving stench of mildew and aged wood.  

Descending the stairs, she could feel the chill seeping through her thick hoody, prickling at her skin. Dirt and dust had found a permanent residence on the basement floor, turning it into a canvas of grime, its cold hardness accentuated by the dull thud of her footsteps.  

She flicked the switch, the bulb sputtering into a meager glow. It cast long shadows around the room, throwing the far corner into semi-darkness. And there, swathed in a gloomy dimness, lay Eric.

He was a formless entity, a huddled shape wrapped entirely in layers of silvery duct tape. The tape gave him an almost ghostly appearance, making him blend into the cold gloom of the basement. His body was stiff against the unforgiving concrete, no blankets or pillows to cushion him from the chill. The chain linking his neck to the wall glinted in the weak light.

Only his mouth and feet were spared from the duct tape's tight grasp, two human elements in an otherwise dehumanized form. He was completely still, each breath barely noticeable as it escaped from the opening in the tape around his mouth.

Mia crossed the cold basement floor towards him.

"Eric," she started, her voice a whisper in the cold, musty air, "we're thinking of letting you upstairs for a bit. It's your birthday after all."

Kneeling on the gritty basement floor, Mia looked down at Eric, her soft voice breaking the hushed stillness. "Did you hear what I said, Eric?" she asked gently, her voice taking on a maternal tone.

A soft, feeble sound came from the lifeless body. It was an affirmation, a meek, submissive reply that confirmed he was listening.  

"Today's your birthday," she continued. His feet twitched at the words, a tremble of surprise gliding through his tape-wrapped body. "Do you remember celebrating birthdays?"

He made another sound, a sort of muffled murmur that was filled with confusion and uncertainty. It showed his detachment from the world outside the basement, his obliviousness to the passage of time.

As Mia sat on the cold, concrete floor, her mind began to drift into the realm of memories.  Eric's current predicament was worlds away from the innocent childhood they had shared, a time when they were inseparable, a trio of best friends whose laughter filled the neighborhood. Their parents had been friends too, adding an extra layer to their bond. They were almost like family.

But as they grew older, things began to change. Mia and Lilly blossomed into striking young women, charming and intelligent. They turned heads wherever they went, their beauty matched only by their wit and talent. Meanwhile, Eric just kind of remained a child, never bothering to develop himself or do anything productive.  

He was still basically the little boy who loved cartoons and dirt bikes, who was incapable of holding a mature conversation or understanding their new interests. They started feeling annoyed by his presence, his immaturity grating against their blossoming selves.  

It wasn't that they didn't care about Eric. Quite the opposite, they felt responsible for him, tethered by the bonds of their shared past. But they also craved their own spaces, their own lives without his constant, childlike interference. And so, they began to distance themselves.

How it had escalated to this point, Mia couldn't precisely recall. It seemed to be a series of small, innocuous steps, each pushing Eric further away, until he was left confined to the basement, treated more like a pet than a childhood friend. Mia felt a tinge of guilt, but she also knew they couldn't go back.  

"Eric," she began again. "I want you to behave today, okay? We want to spend some time with you. We're going to watch a movie."  

There was a pause before Eric responded with a faint, hopeful whimper.

Mia watched Eric's mummified body, his mumbling responses filling the air in the cold basement. He had lost his voice - not physically, but by their design. It was an unspoken agreement between them; he wouldn't disrupt their peace, and in return, they let him exist in the silent shadows downstairs.

"Eric," she began. "You haven't spoken words for a while, we know that." Her admission carried no guilt, just a simple acknowledgement of the way things were.

"But today," she pressed on, her eyes never leaving his taped form, "we're making an exception. You can speak. After all, it's your birthday."

She watched as he lay there in the dim light, his body barely stirring. When his reply came, it was a faint whimper - not words, but a whisper of life from behind the tape.

"Take your time, Eric," Mia coaxed, her voice taking on an unexpected gentleness. She didn't rise to leave, but instead folded her legs under her and sat back on the cold concrete floor.

After a long pause, a quiet croaking sound came from him. It was hoarse, rough from disuse. But it was a word. It was progress.

"That's good, Eric," she encouraged, a small nod of approval in his direction, even though he couldn't see it. She found herself not quite smiling, but acknowledging his effort. The room remained silent for a while as he found his footing in the forgotten field of conversation.

Mia continued watching hom, with a patience she hadn't realized she possessed keeping her anchored to the gritty basement floor.

After a long while, Eric’s muffled voice rose from his tape-bound form. It was faint, his voice rusty like an unused instrument. “Mia…” he began, his words a shaky exhale, the tone barely resembling the lively one she remembered from their childhood.  

Her name, hanging in the damp air, felt oddly intimate in the cold, dreary basement. It reminded her of when they were just kids running wild in the summer sun, shouting each other's names with manic energy.  

"That's it, Eric," she encouraged, her tone soft, carrying a subtle trace of surprise. She didn’t move, just sat there, her dark eyes watching him.

A length of silence stretched between them, the only sound the drip-drop echo of a leaky pipe in the far corner of the basement. Then Eric spoke again.

“Birthday…” He paused, as if gathering strength, his voice sounding oddly detached, as though he was trying to grasp the significance of the word.  

"Yes, Eric," she responded, a tinge of approval in her voice, "it's your birthday. Do you remember what that means? Do you remember what we used to do on birthdays?"


He was quiet again, each silent moment building up like the cold, damp bricks surrounding them. But Mia waited, giving him the space to process, to remember.


Eric's muffled voice echoed softly off the walls. The room seemed to hold its breath as he wrestled with his vocal cords, long unused to actual conversation. Yet, the atmosphere felt oddly normal to Mia - like an alternative reality they had crafted and grown accustomed to over time.

Then, finally, Eric spoke again.

"Cake…?" His voice was hesitant, like he was unsure of his own memories.  

Mia chuckled, the sound surprisingly light in the dark, cold basement. "Yes, we had cake, remember?" She continued, the nostalgia seeping into her tone. "And there were gifts, games...we even had those silly party hats you liked."

"Party...hats..." Eric murmured.

"Yes, Eric, party hats." Mia's voice was soft, a hint of a smile touching her lips as she recalled the vibrant parties of their childhood.  

“Eric,” she continued, her voice breaking the silence. “We're going to do something different today. We're going upstairs to watch a movie."

The mention of a 'movie' seemed to rouse him, a distant memory from the world that existed beyond the basement's confines. Eric's reply came as a muffled, "Movie...Yes..."

Mia allowed herself a small smile as she leaned down, unclasping the chain around his neck. With the cold, metal restraint removed, she extended a hand towards him, her voice steady and reassuring, "Come on. Let's get you up."

It wasn't a simple task. Eric's body was stiff from the duct tape that bound him and the long periods of immobility. He struggled to move. Mia watched him patiently as he grappled with his mummified body, trying to rise from the concrete floor.

His efforts were filled with muffled grunts of exertion. There were a few failed attempts, a few stumbles, but eventually, with a final push, he was standing. His whispered words of gratitude barely reached Mia's ears, but they were there – a small but significant step in their conversation.

Navigating the staircase proved to be a herculean task for Eric. Each step was a battle, his mummified body strained under the effort. His stumbling progress caused him to lean heavily on Mia, who was shouldering most of his weight.

Initially patient, Mia’s tolerance began to wane. They had barely covered half the staircase when her annoyance bubbled up, her words slipping out in a stern tone, “Eric, you need to help me here. Come on, try to stand straight.”

Eric’s muffled response was drowned by his heavy breathing, the effort to ascend proving extremely difficult. But Mia was relentless, her patience slowly being replaced by urgency.

“Eric, listen,” she instructed, her tone taking on a hard edge. Her hands gripped his arm tighter, steadying him. “I need you to take a step when I say so. Can you do that?”

Eric grunted in acknowledgement.

With each step, Mia became more of a drill sergeant than a friend. But amid the stern directives and the slow, painstaking progress, there was a rhythm that emerged, a strange dance between the two as they ascended the stairs.  

“Alright, Eric, one more step," Mia instructed, the familiar rhythm of their ascent becoming second nature.  

"Mia," Eric said. "Do you think I could, um, maybe have the tape...off my eyes?"

Mia halted mid-step, Eric’s question catching her off guard. He wanted to see. The thought hadn’t occurred to her. She remembered those curious, bright eyes from their childhood, always eager and full of questions. But the reality was different now. Eric had spent years in darkness, his eyes adapted to the perpetual night of the basement.

"Eric," she began, trying to soften the blow of her refusal. "Your eyes wouldn't be able to handle the light after all this time in the dark. And it would be too much hassle to have to re-blindfold you afterwards."

There was a brief silence as Eric processed her words. His next words were quiet, his disappointment evident. "I see..."

Despite his obvious dismay, there was no dramatic outcry, no protest. Just acceptance.

Upon reaching the top of the staircase, Mia was greeted by the sight of Lilly, her fiery red hair contrasting against the lighter surroundings of their living space. She stood with arms crossed, a smirk on her freckled face as she regarded the duo.

"I can't believe you actually managed to drag the animal up the stairs," Lilly commented, her tone a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

Mia shot her a tired smile, wiping away a bead of sweat trickling down her brow. She didn't respond verbally to Lilly’s comment, her silence carrying enough weight in its own right.  

Meanwhile, Eric, standing somewhat awkwardly, shuffled a little on his feet. With newfound courage, he spoke up. "Hi Lilly."

Lilly turned her gaze towards him, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh, it speaks," she retorted, a dismissive wave of her hand mirroring her words.

Eric's attempt at communication was brushed off so easily, his excitement dampened. Yet there was no shock on his face, just a quiet resignation. It was clear that he had expected this, or something like it. This was their new normal, after all.


Mia, exhausted, moved aside as Lilly stepped in to take the reigns.

“Alright, Eric, move it. We don’t have all day,” Lilly barked.

Eric seemed to shrink under her commanding voice, his previous attempts at conversation falling away. He tried to mumble something, but Lilly cut him off before he could finish, "Please shut up. Let’s get this over with."

Lilly guided Eric further into the room, her grip firm on his arm. Unlike Mia, Lilly did not indulge in any form of nostalgia or childhood reminiscing. Her interaction with Eric was purely functional, a necessity of circumstance.

Despite the rough treatment, Eric didn’t protest. He continued moving, adjusting his pace to match Lilly's hurried steps. His once excited murmurs faded into silence, his eagerness overshadowed by Lilly's impatient commands.

Once they reached the couch, Lilly gave a firm shove, Eric stumbling onto the soft surface. "Stay put, you lumbering oaf," she spat, her tone laced with casual contempt.

Eric simply nodded, wincing a little as he adjusted to the new surface beneath him.

Turning away from Eric, Lilly made her way over to the television set. "What's on the menu, then? Action or comedy?" She asked Mia, her attention fixated on the screen.

Mia pondered for a moment. "Maybe a drama? Something light, though."

Their back-and-forth was familiar, a rhythm as old as their friendship. Yet, the conversation felt slightly off-balance with Eric’s presence. Almost as if on cue, Eric chimed in from the couch, his voice less muffled now, "Can we watch a superhero movie?"

Lilly's response was swift, almost as if she had been waiting for him to speak. "We're not interested in your taste, Eric."

Mia, feeling a tinge of sympathy for Eric, interjected softly. "Eric," she began, choosing her words carefully, "we're trying to decide. Can you be quiet for a bit?"

It was a gentle reprimand, a polite silencing of his input. Eric mumbled an agreement.

After some discussion, Mia and Lilly finally landed on a movie. Eric's attempts to sway the decision were met with polite dismissal from Mia. "We've made our choice, Eric," she said, a gentle finality to her words. "We're watching this."

Lilly, seeming satisfied with their selection, moved toward the couch, shuffling Eric aside in her characteristic brusque manner. "Shift over," she instructed, nudging him with her knee. With a muffled grunt, Eric complied, making space for Lilly to sit down lengthwise, her long legs draped across the remaining cushion.  

Mia, having ensured the movie was ready to play, turned to join them on the couch. But with Lilly lounging across the full length and Eric stretched out next to her, there was no room left for her to sit. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze darting between the occupied couch and the two friends lounging on it.

She then decided to make a space for herself, positioning her body above and slightly to the side of Eric. The unfamiliar intimacy of the situation made her a bit uneasy, but she reminded herself of the reality of their circumstance. Eric, after all, was in no position to protest or make any moves.

With careful precision, Mia managed to nestle herself onto the couch, her body half-sprawled over Eric, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks at the oddity of the situation. Lilly hardly seemed to notice, her attention already captured by the opening scenes of the movie. Eric, for his part, stayed as still as he could, the muffled murmurs he emitted swallowed by the surrounding noise of the television.

As the movie played on, the room bathed in the flickering light from the television, Eric's voice cut through the ambience. "Could I... could I maybe watch the movie?" he asked, his voice hushed but hopeful.

Lilly, reclining against the armrest of the couch, didn’t bother looking at him as she snapped, "Quiet, Eric." Her attention remained glued to the movie, her patience with Eric's requests waning.

Mia, however, was a little more patient. She sighed, though, her annoyance creeping into her tone. "I've already explained this. Your eyes couldn't handle the light."

She could feel Eric's gentle nod underneath her, his murmured apology sounding sincere. "I'm sorry for asking again."

Mia sighed again, her annoyance melting into a sense of acceptance. "It's OK, Eric," she replied, her voice softer this time.

As the movie progressed, Eric began to shift beneath them, his movements subtle yet noticeable.

Lilly gave an exasperated sigh from her end of the couch. "Eric," she warned, her voice sharp.

Mia rested her hand on Eric's chest. "You need to stay still," she advised, her tone as calm as she could manage.

"I'm sorry," Eric murmured. "I'll try not to move."

Mia's response was accompanied by a squeeze of reassurance, her hand gently patting his chest. "I'm glad you're trying to behave," she said, "But you need to stay completely still."  

Mia suddenly wondered if they were being too strict with him. She didn't even really know why he wasn't allowed to move - it had just been the unspoken rule for years. Eric wasn't allowed to move, speak or do anything that revealed his existence without their permission. It had become such an ingrained tradition that neither Mia nor Lilly ever thought about it anymore. But it suddenly felt a bit bizarre and unfair to Mia. After all, Eric was technically a human just like them. It must have been difficult to remain perfectly still and silent all the time. She shot him a sympathetic glance, but he looked so calm and peaceful. It had been this way for years, so he was obviously used to it. It had simply become his existence. No point in changing things now.

They returned to watching the movie. Gradually, Mia found herself growing more comfortable in her position atop Eric. Her arms wrapped around him, their bodies melding in an odd sort of cuddle. She even swung her leg over his, the coolness of his tape-wrapped body against her bare skin adding another level of odd intimacy.

As she shifted and adjusted, using Eric as a makeshift pillow and rest, she became aware of the hypocrisy. She moved freely, shifting as she pleased, while Eric was forced to remain perfectly still beneath her.

Yet, she felt a strange thrill of power, a heady sense of control. She moved, and he stayed, accepting her instructions as he was bound by their strange friendship.

Mia's gaze drifted down to where her bare leg was draped over Eric's body. She couldn't help but notice the smooth, glowing skin against the dull gray of Eric's duct-tape cocoon, her own leg looking remarkably beautiful in contrast. The slender shape, the graceful curve – it was a part of her she took pride in, and in this moment, she felt an unexpected surge of appreciation.

In response, she began to rub her leg against him gently, as though petting a cat, her fingers tracing the curves of her calf against the rough texture of the tape. She snuggled tighter against Eric, her body sinking further into his.

It was a peculiar situation, no doubt, but the thrill of it was undeniable. The control, the dominance, the almost savage satisfaction of seeing Eric, once their childhood friend, so helpless beneath her. She found herself wondering if he was enjoying this unusual attention.

Her gaze found his face again, the area around his mouth and cheeks that was free of tape. A flush of pink had spread across his skin, a blush that made her curious. "Are you comfortable, Eric?" she whispered.

His answer was immediate, a muffled "Yeah.” The affirmation only further fueled her sense of thrill.

As Mia continued to slide her leg up and down Eric's mummified form, her fingers encountered an odd lump beneath the layers of tape. She paused, her curiosity piqued. His body tensed beneath her touch, and she felt him begin a slow, rhythmic swaying, almost like a pulsating pattern.

His groans resonated through the quiet room, matching the rhythm of his body movements. Mia looked down at him, noting the blush still coloring his face, his mouth hanging open in a peculiarly relaxed expression.

"Hush, Eric," she chided gently, her hand reaching out to stroke his face in an attempt to soothe him. Her words were quiet but firm, reminding him of their established rule. "Remember, you need to stay still."

Despite her reprimand, Mia didn't stop her exploratory leg movements, the slide of her skin against his tape-wrapped form continuing its lazy path.

Eric's soft noises continued. His excitement seemed to mount, and the groans grew louder. And then, with a huff of annoyance, Lilly detached herself from the couch, leaving Mia and Eric in a momentary solitude.

An almost guilty smile curled on Mia's lips, her knowledge of having poked the bear so to speak giving her a thrill. Leaning closer to Eric, she whispered an apologetic "Sorry," into his ear, her voice barely carrying above the noise from the movie.

His response was almost unintelligible, a distressed tone in his voice. "It's... OK," he managed, the words stuttering out between his soft grunts.

Lilly returned shortly, her hands full of a stack of dirty underwear, a look of grim satisfaction on her face. "This should shut him up," she declared, approaching Eric with a determined air.

She issued a brief command, "Open up," and began stuffing the panties into his mouth. He was resistant at first, but Mia's soothing voice calmed him. "You need to cooperate, Eric," she advised, her hand reaching out to gently stroke his flushed face.

A reluctant acceptance seemed to settle over Eric, his body tensing slightly as he did his best to comply with their demands. The panties filled his mouth to capacity, causing his cheeks to balloon out in a comical fashion. Mia found herself chuckling at the sight, her praise rolling out as she admired his compliance. "You're such a good boy, Eric," she complimented, her words quiet against the din of the movie.

After Eric's mouth was completely full, Lilly turned her attention back to the movie. But Mia felt a sudden sadistic urge. Picking up the remaining panties, she began to gently secure them inside Eric's already filled mouth. Eric groaned at the intrusion, but Mia's words of assurance continued, her voice soft and coaxing. "Just accept it, Eric. Don't struggle."

But as the movie continued, Eric's muffled groans and minor squirming, a reaction to the discomfort of his overstuffed mouth, made it hard to focus. Lilly responded with a hush, her voice stern, "Shush. You should be grateful we're even letting you watch this."

Mia followed along with Lilly's narrative, her tone light and teasing. "Yeah, we could've just left you in the basement, you know."

Her attention was drawn back to Eric when she noticed a few of the dirty panties spilling out of his bulging mouth. With a soft sigh, she carefully nudged them back into place, her fingers lingering as she toyed with the protruding edge of the underwear.

As Mia played with the panties in his mouth, brushing her fingers along his lips, Eric's body reacted unconsciously, his knees jerking upwards. But his sudden movement blocked Lilly's view of the television, her annoyance immediate.

With a sharp kick to his raised knees, Lilly nudged them back down. "Don't block the view," she reprimanded, her voice impatient.

Throughout it all, the movie continued to play in the background, the girls' conversation with Eric almost like an additional audio track, their bizarre friendship dynamics oddly merging with the unfolding narrative on the screen.

As the movie credits started to roll, the room fell into a hushed chatter between the girls. Mia, her body still wrapped around Eric, found herself considering whether to let him stay upstairs for the night. A part of her, perhaps a reminiscent hint of their old childhood friendship, made her hesitate.  

Lilly, however, showed no such sentiment. "Just toss him back in the basement," she said, her tone matter-of-fact.  

Eric moaned in an attempt to interject, his muffled voice barely decipherable through the panties. Lilly responded with a dismissive hush, effectively silencing him. But Mia couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. He must be desperate to stay upstairs, she thought, considering his feeble attempt at protest. But it was fleeting, and she ultimately reverted to the status quo.

"Maybe next time, Eric," Mia gently said, a trace of regret in her voice. She then started to remove the panties from his mouth, only to stop midway, deciding against it. She fetched some tape and firmly secured the panties inside his mouth. She didn't even know why she did it. She seemed to get an odd sort of pleasure out of casually tormenting him.

Just then, Lilly stood up, stretching her limbs. "I need to shower, got a date with my boyfriend today," she announced, her tone casual.  

Mia cocked an eyebrow at her, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "You should say goodbye to Eric, you know. It might be a while before you see him again."

Lilly responded with a begrudging huff, turning to face Eric. "Alright, bye Eric. I do love you, believe it or not," she said, her tone almost tender. She planted a quick peck on his cheek before striding off to the shower.

Left alone with Eric, Mia sighed, her body still sprawled over his immobile form. Half talking to herself, she mused, "Maybe I'll see my boyfriend today too...".  

Another sigh escaped her lips as she cast a glance downwards at Eric, as if realizing his presence once more. Her tone grew colder, the tinge of annoyance seeping through her words. "Alright, time to get your butt downstairs. I've had enough of this for today."