My name is Lora. My friend Amira and I have been doing Podcasts for a couple of years. We started doing podcasts just after the completion of our college degree. While I also work as a waiter in a 5-star restaurant, Amira takes care of all the technical work, such as editing, adjusting the camera, lighting, etc. We live together in a small apartment.
She is a great multitasker. She also takes care of all the household chores. She has always been there for me. I mean she cooks for me, cleans all the mess in my room for me, consoles me after a breakup. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be able to survive.
We have been great friends since our childhood. We share a sibling-like bond. Although we are almost the same age, she is more mature and smart. If I were to imagine an older sibling, I would picture her in my mind. My mum and dad also like Amira a lot. Sometimes, I feel my parents trust her more than they trust me. We did schooling together, completed graduation together and now we have been living together for a couple of years.
Initially, when we used to do podcasts on random topics, we failed to attract even 400 views. Then, we started inviting guests from different professions. There was an increase in our views. Now, we get around 4000 to 5000 views. I mean, it's not too bad that we would want to leave our career line and start something from scratch and it's not too great that we would be able to bill our rents comfortably and make a happy living. We are kind of stuck somewhere in between and honestly, that sucks.
I knew that to be able to get a drastic increase in our views or to attract views, we needed to come up with some unconventional ideas or people who work in unconventional industries.
So, we decided to do a podcast with a dominatrix last week. Yes, everything worked out as per the plan. We got 20,000 views for the first time and gained almost 200 new subscribers, but at the cost of my humiliation, or I should say public humiliation.
So, everything was going smoothly. Amira asked Lena, the dominatrix about the BDSM. She went deep into it and explained how it is different from normal sex. Lena introduced us to different types of fetishes and kinks. She also told her about her lifestyle with her slaves. How they serve her 24/7, and do everything she asks them to do.
"Why would they do that?" I asked.
"It gives them pleasure and a sense of relief that someone else is in control of their life," she replied.
I wasn't satisfied with her answer. I still couldn't understand why anyone would willingly give up control of their life.
"But isn't that just stupidity? What kind of pleasure do they get from it?" I pressed.
"Well, before becoming a dominatrix, I was a psychologist. And I can tell between the two of you, you are a sub. Let me demonstrate." She said casually
Her words hit me hard. They made me question my personality.
"Okay, first of all, I am not a sub. And what sort of demonstration?" I asked nervously.
"Sit like a dog here, on the floor," she instructed, pointing at the floor with her foot.
Not gonna lie that freaked me out.
"No way. I'm not into BDSM," I said, trying to mask my fear.
"At least give it a try," Amira chuckled.
Hesitantly, I went on all fours like a pony in front of her. Amira was enthusiastically looking at Lena while Lena sat there cross-legged like a queen.
Then, I felt the weight of Lena's legs resting on my back.
"Now, you don't need to think about yourself, your life, or your future for a while. I will have full control over you," she said.
I sighed, knowing this would be a viral moment at the expense of my dignity. Amira was trying not to laugh, while Lena remained composed, treating me like just another slave.
"This is what we call the 'human furniture' act, where slaves serve as furniture for their master for as long as the master desires," Lena explained, using me as a live example.
Amira burst out laughing. She was fascinated by the act.
"I'm so sorry, this is hilarious! Are you enjoying yourself, Lora?" she teased.
"Hey, don't disturb my slave. Let us have our moment," Lena said.
"No..." I started to protest.
"You're not allowed to speak. Stay silent," Lena commanded.
I remained silent like a wimp. I thought Amira would do something to save me from that embarrassment. But she seemed to be enjoying all that. Lena and Amira both shared a couple of laughs. I also kept a fake smile on my face. Amira continued the podcast. They both acted as if I wasn't there. Lena was wearing her long boots. Initially, she kept both legs parallel to each other. Then, she crossed her legs.
After 5 minutes, my hands almost gave up as the weight of her boots was very heavy, I trembled a little. She gave a little kick on my back which made my back erect and active again. It felt like Lena knew everything that I was experiencing in my body.
Amira questioned further about Lena's lifestyle, and her slaves.
And then after 10 minutes Amira said " I think that much experience is enough for her"
"Okay, slave. You did well," Lena praised me.
A strange rush went through me at her words. I quickly got back to my seat.
"I must say, the protective instinct you have for your loved ones is rare these days. That's usually a sign of a good dominatrix," Lena told Amira.
Amira blushed at the compliment.
"Are you guys in a relationship?" Lena asked.
"No, we're both straight," Amira replied.
"But you'd make a great dom and sub couple," Lena said enthusiastically.
"Will you be my slave, Lora?" Amira joked.
"Shut up," I retorted.
Being a slave was not enough and I had to endure that continuous mocking as well. The last 10 minutes flew away just like that. It's not like I enjoyed being there, her pony or human furniture, whatever it is called, but I felt relaxed during those moments.
"So now you know what it's like to be a slave. Did you enjoy the experience?" Lena asked.
"To be honest, it was an odd experience. I didn't feel anything," I lied.
I didn't want to come across as a BDSM freak like one of her slaves.
Now, that I watch back the podcast on the internet. I could see the spike in viewership when I got down on my four when she kept her legs on me like a queen. The comment section was full of fetishist freaks.
"She has always been a goddess."
"What a lucky girl! Wish I were there."
"I want to worship her feet."
"Yes, Amira would make a great dom."
They weren't mocking me, but I didn't want to be that "lucky girl."
