A Talent for Surrender (11 page)

He stood in front of the door, suddenly apprehensive. Barging straight in seemed insensitive and presumptuous but knocking and waiting seemed timid and unmanly. He didn’t want to make the wrong impression before he’d even got to the dungeon. He knocked on the door, rapping it hard with his knuckles in what he hoped was an authoritative fashion and immediately opened it.

‘Come in, Dan. I’ve been waiting for you.’ Sadie got up from her seat and walked towards him. She was wearing a long flowing black dress. He noticed that she’d been sitting on a sort of throne, with a padded red leather seat, carved wooden arms and a high back.

The room’s walls had been painted in the same stone effect as the hall. Here and there, huge iron rings had been set into the wall, reminding Dan of the kind of prison you saw in old movies where the unfortunate starving bearded inmates were shackled by their elevated wrists.

One wall was completely concealed by red velvet curtains. Dan assumed this was where the window must be and he could understand that the ingress of natural light would totally ruin the mood. On the wall opposite the curtains there was a St Andrew’s cross and 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 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.’

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 over.’ Sadie pressed her hand down on the back of the man’s neck and he eagerly complied, thrusting his arse high into the air.

Sadie began to walk around the man. Her stiletto heels clacked noisily against the flagstones. She used the tip of the crop to trace along his spine and down the crack of his arse. She extended one foot, placing it right under his nose. He seized it between both hands and began to lick, panting and slobbering as he covered the leather with his eager tongue.

Dan could see that the man’s body was trembling and that the upturned soles of his feet were stained with dust from the floor. Sadie withdrew her foot sharply and the man gasped in shock and disappointment. For a moment he didn’t move, his cupped hands still in position, then he put both palms flat on the floor and lowered his head.

Sadie walked to his other end and brought the crop down across the meat of his buttocks. It swished through the air and landed with a crack, knocking the man forwards with a grunt. Dan glanced at Dave to make sure he was getting the shot and saw that he’d moved round and was zooming in on the man’s beaten arse.

She hit him again. The crop cracked and a raised dark stripe instantly appeared. Dan’s heart seemed to be in his throat. He watched as Sadie lifted the crop high into the air. She brought it down and it landed with a crack that made the man grunt and his body judder.

Dan wasn’t sure if it was the pain that had made him grunt or pleasure. Both, he supposed, though it was hard to imagine how that much pain could feel good, even though the evidence of his own eyes clearly told him that it was. The man’s arse was criss-crossed with angry scarlet stripes now and a few dark bruises were already visible.

Sadie lifted the crop. Dan could see her chest heaving. There was a fine sheen of sweat on her exposed cleavage. She lowered the crop, delivering a stinging blow that resounded around the bare room and made the man gasp and jerk forwards and Dan realised he had been holding his breath.

She retracted the crop and hooked it back onto her belt. ‘I think that’s enough for now. Straighten up please.’

The man slowly raised himself up onto his knees and gazed up at her. Sadie beckoned to the slave. As he walked the short distance to her, Dan noticed that he was no longer wearing his ankle cuffs and chain. When he reached her side he bowed respectfully and stood to attention. ‘I’d like you to piss on him, please. I think he needs cooling down a little.’

‘Yes, mistress.’ The slave unzipped his shorts and pushed them down over his buttocks. He slid his hand inside and pulled out his cock. He stepped up to the hooded man and took up the universal stance of a man about to relieve himself. Dan couldn’t help noticing that he was particularly well endowed and, for a moment, experienced a sharp stab of envy until he realised that, as Sadie’s slave, he was probably seldom permitted to use the monster on her or even allowed relief.

‘I’m sorry, mistress –’ the slave’s voice sounded frustrated and ashamed ‘– but I’m having trouble going.’

‘So I see . . . too aroused no doubt. But I suggest you try to do as I’ve asked. I’ll be punishing you later for failing to obey instantly. If you fail completely the punishment will be twice as harsh.’ Sadie’s voice was cold and severe. Dan felt an icy shiver slide up his spine.

‘Yes, mistress.’ The man closed his eyes.

A moment later he sighed and the urine began to flow. It trickled down the hooded man’s body and tinkled onto the stone floor. Dan heard him gasp and he began to shake his head as the urine stung his eyes.

Sadie stood several feet away, out of range of the splashing urine, and watched, expressionless, as the slave pissed. The slave gazed down at the man, his eyes shining with intensity and excitement. When he’d finished he shook his cock and squeezed his foreskin over the tip, shaking off the last drips.

‘Now, I think our guest ought to thank Slave for giving him such a nice shower. Open wide . . .’

The hooded man shuffled forwards and raised his head. Dan took a step closer. He could see the man gazing up at the slave. Dan could hardly breathe. Time seemed to have slowed down. The sound of his own heartbeat throbbed in his brain.

The client opened his mouth and the slave slid the tip of his cock along the man’s lower lip. For a second, an image flashed into Dan’s mind of a believer kneeling at the altar rail for the communion wafer. The man stuck out his tongue and began to lick. Dan saw the slave’s legs quiver as the supplicant’s tongue made contact with his tender flesh. The hooded man opened his mouth and swallowed him to the root. The slave tilted back his head and moaned.

‘You’re a cock-loving cissy, aren’t you?’ Sadie’s voice was full of contempt. ‘Not a man at all.’

Dan’s watched the man and the slave, each lost in his own pleasure. He tried to imagine himself in the scenario, first imagining himself as the slave, receiving pleasure from the faceless client, then as the hooded man, stinking of piss with his mouth full of cock. He couldn’t decide which was the lesser of two evils. All he knew was that his heart was beating so loudly he was sure it must be audible over his radio mike. His cock tingled.