"Descent into Submission"

As the days passed, Oliver found himself becoming increasingly accustomed to the humiliating treatment. It was as if his mind was slowly unraveling, allowing him to accept the degradation with a growing sense of resignation. He couldn't explain it, but the more he was subjected to their whims, the more he seemed to... not exactly enjoy it, but tolerate it with a strange sort of detachment. The latest development was the arrival of a camera, which they would often use to record his sessions. The idea of being filmed was initially terrifying, but as the days went by, Oliver began to feel a growing sense of numbness towards it. It was as if he was watching himself from outside his body, observing the humiliating scenes with a detached sense of curiosity. Their latest game involved probing his genital area with a finger, prodding his clit with a gentle, teasing touch. Oliver's face burned with shame as he tried to squirm away, but they held him firm. "Do you know the different parts of the vagina, sweetie?" they asked, their voice dripping with condescension, like they were talking to a silly schoolgirl. Oliver shook his head, feeling a deep well of embarrassment. "N-no," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Their laughter was like a cold breeze on a winter's night, sending shivers down his spine. "Well, let me tell you, dear," they cooed, their finger tracing the contours of his vulva. "This is the clitoris, and this is the labia... Do you know what those words mean?" Oliver's face was on fire, his mind reeling with shame. He shook his head again, feeling like a foolish, ignorant child. Their words were like a slow-burning fire, igniting a spark of self-loathing that threatened to consume him whole. As they continued to lecture him, Oliver felt his body respond in ways he couldn't control. His heart was racing, his breath coming in short gasps, and his skin was slick with sweat. It was as if his body was betraying him, reacting to the humiliation with a twisted sort of excitement. Their eyes gleamed with a knowing light as they watched him, their expression a mixture of contempt and fascination. "You're a quick learner, aren't you, Oliver?" they purred, their finger probing deeper, sending shivers of pleasure and pain coursing through his body. Oliver didn't know what to say, his mind numb and his body trembling with shame. All he could do was nod, a silent, abject surrender to their whims. And as the camera rolled, capturing every moment of his humiliation, Oliver felt himself slipping further down the rabbit hole, losing himself in a world of degradation and submission.