fitting Sadie’s. She’d got changed and was wearing a skin-tight leather cat suit and clinging pointy-heeled boots. The suit had a long zip up the front and it was undone almost to her waist. Around her hips was a thick leather belt from which hung half a dozen whips and crops. It reminded Dan of Batman’s utility belt. Dennis fixed the radio mike’s transmitter to the back of the belt and clipped the mike itself to the top of her cat suit.
‘Right. Can you just say a few words – to give me a bit of level?’ Dennis went over to his portable mixer. ‘Just tell me what you had for breakfast, or recite a bit of poetry, anything you like.’
‘There is a young woman named Sadie,
Whose tastes are decidedly shady,
She’ll often enjoy
An obedient boy
To dress up and pretend he’s a lady . . .
Will that do?’
Dennis laughed. ‘Fabulous, thanks. Right, I think we’re ready when you are now, Dan.’
‘Thanks.’ Dan stood in front of the camera. ‘OK, Sadie. I’d like to do a piece to camera first, if you don’t mind, then we can begin?’
‘Sure. What do you want me to do while you’re doing that?’
‘How about if we bring the clients in and you’re doing something with them in the background? It’ll add atmosphere.’
‘Sure.’ Sadie went over to the door and opened it. ‘Slave, I’m ready for them now,’ she shouted down the corridor.
She held the door open and, a moment later, the slave appeared followed by a man in full tarty drag including a wig and make-up and a hooded man in a body harness. The slave led them into the room and over to the area in front of the curtains. He pointed at the floor and both of them got to their knees.
‘Great. Now if you’ll just go over and stand by them and give them some silent orders, that should look great for the camera . . . thanks.’ Dan stood by the slaves. ‘And I’ll do my bit here. Is that OK for you, Dave?’
‘Yep.’ Dave put the camera on his shoulder and walked over to them. ‘OK. We’ll start rolling and you start when you’re ready.’
Dan faced the camera. He waited until Dave gave him the nod that he’d begun to roll.
‘This is Mistress Sadie’s dungeon. She’s what’s known as a professional dominatrix. You’ll remember that I met Sadie at Madame Cyn’s party and she invited me along to do some filming here. We’re going to see a couple of sessions today, with a variety of clients, all of whom have kindly given us permission. As you can see, the clients are masked or otherwise disguised to protect their identities. I’ve got no idea what to expect, but I’m pretty certain it’s going to be an eye-opener.’
Dan took a step closer to the camera and leaned forwards as if he was sharing a secret. ‘Apart from anything I’m as nervous as hell because Sadie’s somehow got me to agree to a private session with her so what happens here today might be a little taster of what I can look forward to and, frankly, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle it. Anyway. Let the fun begin. Sadie . . . it’s over to you.’ He stepped out of shot.
Sadie touched the transvestite on the shoulder. ‘Will you get up and stand over there, please?’ He got to his feet and walked over to the whipping bench. He was wearing a floaty turquoise top and a shiny PVC miniskirt with a deep slit up the back. When he reached the bench he turned and clasped his hands in front of him, awaiting further orders.
The man in the harness remained on his knees, looking up at Sadie. He was already breathing heavily. Sadie removed an implement from her utility belt. She pressed a button at the top and it extended and Dan saw that it was a retractable riding crop.
Sadie swished the crop noisily through the air. The hooded man flinched. Dan could see him blinking through the mask’s small eyeholes. His breathing had grown noisy and the leather around his mouth seemed to alter the sound and make it seem urgent and amplified.
‘Bend
‘Right. Can you just say a few words – to give me a bit of level?’ Dennis went over to his portable mixer. ‘Just tell me what you had for breakfast, or recite a bit of poetry, anything you like.’
‘There is a young woman named Sadie,
Whose tastes are decidedly shady,
She’ll often enjoy
An obedient boy
To dress up and pretend he’s a lady . . .
Will that do?’
Dennis laughed. ‘Fabulous, thanks. Right, I think we’re ready when you are now, Dan.’
‘Thanks.’ Dan stood in front of the camera. ‘OK, Sadie. I’d like to do a piece to camera first, if you don’t mind, then we can begin?’
‘Sure. What do you want me to do while you’re doing that?’
‘How about if we bring the clients in and you’re doing something with them in the background? It’ll add atmosphere.’
‘Sure.’ Sadie went over to the door and opened it. ‘Slave, I’m ready for them now,’ she shouted down the corridor.
She held the door open and, a moment later, the slave appeared followed by a man in full tarty drag including a wig and make-up and a hooded man in a body harness. The slave led them into the room and over to the area in front of the curtains. He pointed at the floor and both of them got to their knees.
‘Great. Now if you’ll just go over and stand by them and give them some silent orders, that should look great for the camera . . . thanks.’ Dan stood by the slaves. ‘And I’ll do my bit here. Is that OK for you, Dave?’
‘Yep.’ Dave put the camera on his shoulder and walked over to them. ‘OK. We’ll start rolling and you start when you’re ready.’
Dan faced the camera. He waited until Dave gave him the nod that he’d begun to roll.
‘This is Mistress Sadie’s dungeon. She’s what’s known as a professional dominatrix. You’ll remember that I met Sadie at Madame Cyn’s party and she invited me along to do some filming here. We’re going to see a couple of sessions today, with a variety of clients, all of whom have kindly given us permission. As you can see, the clients are masked or otherwise disguised to protect their identities. I’ve got no idea what to expect, but I’m pretty certain it’s going to be an eye-opener.’
Dan took a step closer to the camera and leaned forwards as if he was sharing a secret. ‘Apart from anything I’m as nervous as hell because Sadie’s somehow got me to agree to a private session with her so what happens here today might be a little taster of what I can look forward to and, frankly, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle it. Anyway. Let the fun begin. Sadie . . . it’s over to you.’ He stepped out of shot.
Sadie touched the transvestite on the shoulder. ‘Will you get up and stand over there, please?’ He got to his feet and walked over to the whipping bench. He was wearing a floaty turquoise top and a shiny PVC miniskirt with a deep slit up the back. When he reached the bench he turned and clasped his hands in front of him, awaiting further orders.
The man in the harness remained on his knees, looking up at Sadie. He was already breathing heavily. Sadie removed an implement from her utility belt. She pressed a button at the top and it extended and Dan saw that it was a retractable riding crop.
Sadie swished the crop noisily through the air. The hooded man flinched. Dan could see him blinking through the mask’s small eyeholes. His breathing had grown noisy and the leather around his mouth seemed to alter the sound and make it seem urgent and amplified.
‘Bend
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