row upon row of vicious-looking implements: whips, crops, chains and pieces of equipment Dan wouldn’t even have been able to name hanging on hooks.
In the centre of the room there was an enormous piece of furniture that he couldn’t immediately identify. The main body of the item was of padded leather. Halfway down the front legs there was a smaller padded platform. Straps and buckles seemed to dangle from every part of the piece.
Dan tried to work out how they all worked and eventually realised that it must be a whipping bench. The victim lay over the bench with his knees supported by the smaller platform and the straps were used to fasten him in place. He allowed himself to imagine himself bent over it with his naked arse thrust high into the air and his belly gave a little involuntary lurch and his cock twitched.
‘This is fascinating.’ He looked around the room. ‘It’s very atmospheric, I must say. It definitely puts you in the mood.’
‘I’m glad you think so because I’ve got a proposition to make.’ Sadie smiled at him and, though it seemed warm enough, there was something in her eyes that made him feel like a fly caught in the spider’s web.
‘That sounds ominous . . .’
She smiled again. ‘I hope not. I’m sorry to spring this on you at the last minute, but you remember you agreed to filming a session as my client?’
Dan nodded. His heart was pounding and a small vein in his temple had begun to twitch.
‘Well, I’ve been thinking and, if you agree, I think it would be a good idea if you also undergo a private session with me. No cameras, no one else, just you and me and our imaginations.’
‘But I’ve already agreed to let you dominate me, what difference does it make if we film it or not?’
‘All the difference in the world. The cameras will make you feel safe. You’ll put on your charming boyish persona and none of it will be real. I want you to know what it feels like to really surrender – to submit to me and to my desires. I want you to taste your own fear and to learn how exciting that is.’ She gazed at him, her dark eyes shining. ‘It’s not too much to ask surely?’
Dan stared back at her. His stomach felt fluttery. He could hear his own heart beating. ‘OK. Why not?’
‘Excellent . . .’
The door opened and Dave and Dennis came in carrying their kit.
‘Good morning, gentlemen. I’ll leave you to set up while I get changed. I’m expecting our guests at noon. I hope that gives you enough time?’
‘Should do. Can you just walk me through which bits of . . . er . . . equipment you’ll be using so I know what to light?’ Dave, the cameraman, looked around the room.
‘Of course. Normally we keep the lighting quite atmospheric in here but Dan’s explained that the cameras need plenty of light. We’ll be using the whipping bench, of course, and the St Andrew’s cross. During the second session I’ll be using the examination chair.’ She pointed to the corner where there was a huge medical-type chair with straps and leg stirrups. ‘And for general stuff we tend to use that space over there.’ She pointed to an empty space in front of the curtains. ‘Is that all right?’
‘Sure. I can use a redhead and a couple of dedos and I’ll use some spun to diffuse the light. Should be fairly straightforward and won’t take me too long. Thanks.’ Dave went over to the equipment and began to erect a light stand.
An hour later the cameras were ready to roll and Sadie’s slave had informed them that the clients had arrived and were waiting in the changing room.
Dan always felt psyched up and excited before a shoot, as if anything might happen, and he’d never felt that more than today. He’d never thought of himself as narrow-minded or innocent, but since he’d started working with Hellfire 2000 he’d found himself permanently wide-eyed and perpetually aroused.
Dan was already wearing his radio mike and Dennis, the sound engineer, was
In the centre of the room there was an enormous piece of furniture that he couldn’t immediately identify. The main body of the item was of padded leather. Halfway down the front legs there was a smaller padded platform. Straps and buckles seemed to dangle from every part of the piece.
Dan tried to work out how they all worked and eventually realised that it must be a whipping bench. The victim lay over the bench with his knees supported by the smaller platform and the straps were used to fasten him in place. He allowed himself to imagine himself bent over it with his naked arse thrust high into the air and his belly gave a little involuntary lurch and his cock twitched.
‘This is fascinating.’ He looked around the room. ‘It’s very atmospheric, I must say. It definitely puts you in the mood.’
‘I’m glad you think so because I’ve got a proposition to make.’ Sadie smiled at him and, though it seemed warm enough, there was something in her eyes that made him feel like a fly caught in the spider’s web.
‘That sounds ominous . . .’
She smiled again. ‘I hope not. I’m sorry to spring this on you at the last minute, but you remember you agreed to filming a session as my client?’
Dan nodded. His heart was pounding and a small vein in his temple had begun to twitch.
‘Well, I’ve been thinking and, if you agree, I think it would be a good idea if you also undergo a private session with me. No cameras, no one else, just you and me and our imaginations.’
‘But I’ve already agreed to let you dominate me, what difference does it make if we film it or not?’
‘All the difference in the world. The cameras will make you feel safe. You’ll put on your charming boyish persona and none of it will be real. I want you to know what it feels like to really surrender – to submit to me and to my desires. I want you to taste your own fear and to learn how exciting that is.’ She gazed at him, her dark eyes shining. ‘It’s not too much to ask surely?’
Dan stared back at her. His stomach felt fluttery. He could hear his own heart beating. ‘OK. Why not?’
‘Excellent . . .’
The door opened and Dave and Dennis came in carrying their kit.
‘Good morning, gentlemen. I’ll leave you to set up while I get changed. I’m expecting our guests at noon. I hope that gives you enough time?’
‘Should do. Can you just walk me through which bits of . . . er . . . equipment you’ll be using so I know what to light?’ Dave, the cameraman, looked around the room.
‘Of course. Normally we keep the lighting quite atmospheric in here but Dan’s explained that the cameras need plenty of light. We’ll be using the whipping bench, of course, and the St Andrew’s cross. During the second session I’ll be using the examination chair.’ She pointed to the corner where there was a huge medical-type chair with straps and leg stirrups. ‘And for general stuff we tend to use that space over there.’ She pointed to an empty space in front of the curtains. ‘Is that all right?’
‘Sure. I can use a redhead and a couple of dedos and I’ll use some spun to diffuse the light. Should be fairly straightforward and won’t take me too long. Thanks.’ Dave went over to the equipment and began to erect a light stand.
An hour later the cameras were ready to roll and Sadie’s slave had informed them that the clients had arrived and were waiting in the changing room.
Dan always felt psyched up and excited before a shoot, as if anything might happen, and he’d never felt that more than today. He’d never thought of himself as narrow-minded or innocent, but since he’d started working with Hellfire 2000 he’d found himself permanently wide-eyed and perpetually aroused.
Dan was already wearing his radio mike and Dennis, the sound engineer, was
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