Retired AV idol Yuki Kusanagi, a.k.a "Snow Princess," tells the story of submitting to Mistress Reiko, on camera.
My name is Yuki Kusanagi, but when I was working my screen name was the "Snow Princess" because "yuki" means snow and my skin is translucent white. My hair is super-dark black so the contrast is startling. I have rather full lips for a Japanese girl, and for even more contrast I always wear drop-dead red lipstick. With my small eyes and (naturally) thin arching eyebrows, I can look rather frightening when I wish, which has served me well. When working I always wore totally white outfits, and all of my "implements" are white as well; white leather. My white tools have turned many an ass red, both on and off the screen, but when I started in this business, it was at the other end of the lash.
I never used the title "Mistress," partly because Reiko, my Mistress, was always "Mistress Reiko," and partly because I liked being called "Princess." I always had my subs call me Princess Yuki. They'd say, "Yes, Princess Yuki," or "No, Princess Yuki," or "As you wish, Princess Yuki." Then I'd beat their ass anyway. I fucking loved it. I'd just imagine they're some nasty little boy that just jerked off to some of the schoolgirl porn videos I made before becoming a dominatrix.
Do you think the men who watch these things films are all pedophiles at heart? I mean, once you no longer look convincing in a school-girl uniform, and unless you have great tits, or you're willing to go into S&M, your career is as good as over. I started out doing bondage, so I didn't mind returning, especially since when I came back, I was the one wielding the whip.
The story I want to tell here is about my first time as a sub. My Mistress's was Reiko. We met when my friend Rie and I entered a bodycon (body consciousness) contest at a somewhat tacky Juliana's knock-off in Shinjuku.
Most the girls looked like bar hostess (a look I knew something about, thanks to Mom), so I went for a different brand of trashy. I wore a black leather halter top, black leather mini-skirt with the sides slit to the waist, black spike-heeled knee-boots, black fishnet stockings. Not exactly Goth, but I took advantage of my white skin and added black lipstick. Perhaps it was too much. I didn't expect to win, but I had hoped for something. Nobuko hadn't come for the contest, so she was wearing a just a skirt and blouse, though Rie talked her into mini that was a size too small, as was the blouse. Put up her hair and give her some glasses and she'd look like a porn version of an OL (office lady), one of the four main porn costumes, the others being schoolgirl, nurse, and stewardess.
In her modified red Chinese dress, Rie looked like oversexed anime, or one of the characters from the video game, Street Fighter, she had no problem winning most creative costume. She had wanted best overall, or at least sexiest, and was somewhat bummed out.
After the contest, one of the judges, a very elegant though somewhat severe looking woman in her late twenties introduced herself to us.
"Yamada Reiko," she said. "I like your costumes. In fact I voted for both of you." "Thanks," Rie said, "though I was hoping for the top prize."
Rieko laughed a little at this. "You were hands down favorite for most creative as soon as we saw you. Doesn't mean you're not sexy." Then she said, looking at me, "most of the judges didn't know what to think, though I like this look."
"I didn't expect to win," I said. "I'm just here to play."
"Perhaps I should let you get back to that," she said, "though I was hoping to speak with you."
"Me?" I said.
"All three of you," she said. "I have one of the private lounges reserved."
"I'm going to dance some more," Rie said, returning to the stage.
I looked at Nobuko, but she just shrugged, so I said okay.
The lounge was on a second level that over-looked the dance floor and was surprisingly quiet concerning only a large dark window separated us from the noise of the club. Good whiskey and ice were on the table waiting for us. Nobu and I drank timidly while Reiko made small talk. Then she laid it out for us.
"I have a business proposition for you," she said. I knew that she hadn't asked me out simply to chat. Not a woman like this. I hadn't told her I was bi, but I thought that perhaps she wanted to put the make on us, (which I was of course up for). That must be why she judges these contests. But a business proposition?
"A business proposition?" I asked innocently.
"I'm connected with a video production company, and we're always looking for new talent."
"New talent? Me?" I said. I'd always thought I was hot, but not that hot. Then it dawned on me. So that's why she's a judge. "You're talking about porno." Nobu and looked at each other.
"You look shocked," she said casually, taking a drag from her cigarette. "I hope I haven't offended you."
"Hmm, a no, you just caught me off guard."
"Are you interested? " she said. "The pay is good."
"Why me? Because I entered that contest."
"You're an exhibitionist," she said. "And you look like you'll say yes."
I admit that I'm pretty loose sexually, but is it there on my face for everyone to read?
"Nobu-chan, what do you think?" I ask. Nobuko staring down at the dance floor.
"Up to you," she said distantly. "You'd be making the video."
"You're not interested?" Reiko asked. Nobuko shook her head, but Reiko continued . . .
"Too late for those guys," Nobu said. "Hey Yuki, I'm going to join Rie. Come get us when you're finished. I was nice meeting you Yamada-san." And with that she left.
Reiko said nothing for a moment, then it hit her. "She doesn't like guys."
"Not at all," I said. "Never has. Not really."
"Are you two . . ." she said, letting the rest hang.
"We're best friends," I said, then changed the subject. "Let's say I agree. I don't know anything about making a video." Reiko took a moment before responding.
"That's fine," she said. "We specialize in working with amateurs. But that doesn't mean that the videos we make are of amateur quality."
Porno, I thought to myself. At least I wouldn't have any trouble getting laid, even if I didn't get to chose who I was fucking. That wasn't really a problem, I just wasn't sure I wanted how many hundreds of guys watching me do it. She gave me her card and I promised to call soon.
***
It was raining when I arrived at the station, and Reiko was waiting for me with an umbrella. She was wearing a very expensive navy suit and a white silk blouse open at the collar. Her skirt hugged her hips and came to just above her knees. Her shapely legs were encased navy stocking, and she wore three-inch heels, also navy, and probably Italian. Her only accessories were a diamond tennis bracelet and matching stud earrings. I felt positively childish in my old school uniform (thought I'd seen the last of this damn thing long ago), but she had asked me to wear it. She'd also asked me to braid my hair in pig-tails that hung behind my ears, dangled above my breasts. And of course I knew why. The guys who buy porn videos love watching school girls getting fucked.
"I wasn't sure that you'd call," she said after greeting me.
"I almost didn't," I said. "Then I almost called you back. To say I wasn't coming after all."
"The cars over here," she said, taking my arm lightly and guiding to the white Mercedes-Benz at the curb. She opened the back door for me, then got in next to me. When the door closed, the driver pulled away from the curb. Wow, I thought. A Benz, and a driver. I knew that Reiko had money, but I never expected this. It is well known in Japan that gangsters like Benzs, and that much of the porn industry is connected with the mob, but I was too thick, or perhaps too nervous, to make the connection. She introduced me to the driver, whose name was Shoji. He said, "Hey."
"Nice to meet you," I said.
"He's the cameraman as well," Reiko said.
"Oh," I said. Then I noticed that he was wearing just casual, everyday, though somewhat hip clothes, not dressed like a driver at all. His long hair was in a pony-tail, and he wore wire-rimmed glasses. I smiled. He reminded of my first.
"You said that you almost didn't come," Reiko said. "Why did you?"
"You said I could come and discuss it with you, so I came."
"But you came planning to stay." When she invited me to do this, she said if I agreed to make the video, I should plan to stay overnight.
"I thought I might say yes."
She smiled at that. "Here's how it will work. We'll run an on-camera interview tonight. All our videos begin with an interview. After that, we'll have some dinner, then you can decide. If you say no, we'll take you back to the station. If it's yes, we'll start shooting in the morning."
"That sounds all right," I said. "Can I meet who I'll be appearing with before I decide?"
She laughed a little at that, and I felt foolish for asking. Especially since I had pretty much decided to do it.
"There is one more thing I need to ask. How do you feel about S&M?"
"S&M?" I swallowed hard, and my chest was tight, but it wasn't all fear. I instantly recalled how wet I'd become Miss Matsui had spanked me, and that familiar tingling began between my legs. What was this? I knew that being bi put me on the fringe, but how far out there was I?
"Do you want to go back to the station?" Reiko asked. I didn't answer right away, and she leaned forward to talk to Shoji.
"No, wait," I said. "I'll do the interview, then decide, just like you said."
"That's my girl," Reiko said, patting me on the knee. We rode the rest of the way in silence.
The station itself was far enough away from Tokyo, but were we really in the country now. After a time, we pulled into the drive of a big, wooden, American style A-frame house.
