They say that when you work with something every day you become desensitized to it. Justin could definitely attest to that. Like when you worked for a pizza shop and so would soon tire of pizza and no longer want to eat it, even at another restaurant. For Justin, however, it was porn.
When Justin had first started five years ago, it had been hard to concentrate on his job. Not only had Justin been in his late teens (nineteen to be exact) but he had been one of those guys that jerks off at least once a day. But what teenager would pass up the opportunity to shoot porn for a living?! Certainly not Justin. The idea had excited him so much that after he had been offered the job, he had jerked off for nearly an hour straight.
Standing behind the camera while watching two individuals (and sometimes more) having sex, hearing it, smelling it, really effected the young man. Often on his breaks he would have to take long trips to the bathroom, imagining the scene he'd just shot. Even on weekends he would watch porn and stroke himself more than was probably healthy.
Though as the years wore on, he found himself growing desensitized to porn entirely. Soon the reality of being a camera man in scripted pornographic films hit him. They would shoot and reshoot the same scene so many times, trying for a specific outcome. He would watch a woman scream and moan as though experiencing an orgasm but when the director yelled 'cut' she would stop mid-way and look to the director for, well, direction.
It made the whole thing seem so fake. He would find himself watching porn and seeing all the flaws. He'd be able to pick out the editing cuts, he could tell when one of the performers was faking it. He knew when the man was just pretending to penetrate so as to prevent himself from actually cumming. It was all so fake.
So, to Justin Brown, being a camera man shooting porn was just any other job.
That is, until she came along.
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"Hey Justin, we're gonna start you on another stage today. This film is just about wrapped up so we'll let the new guy get those last few cuts. We need you on Mistress Sadie."
Justin had already been starting to set up his gear when his boss approached so at these words he stopped what he was doing and fixed the man with an odd look. "Mistress Sadie?" He asked. That name was unfamiliar.
"Yeah, new hire. The profits from these stereotypical shoots are starting to tank so the experts in marketing thought it would be good if we 'branched out'." He said, raising his hands in air quotes for the last two words.
"What does that mean?" Justin asked, strangely curious. For five years it had all been mostly the same. Monotonous with the occasional loop thrown in. This, however, sounded interesting.
Richard looked him in the eye and with a very serious face he said, "The stage I'm sending you to... It's female domination."
"Female domination?" Justin asked, raising an eyebrow. "You mean one of those films where the chick is put to the test and utterly dominated?"
"No, as in the woman is dominating a man."
Justin actually barked out laughter. "There is no Dame strong enough to overpower and dominate a man."
"You misunderstand, Justin. These men want to be dominated by a woman."
At these words Justin could only snort. "What chump wants to be dominated by a dame?" He asked, shaking his head as he leaned down to pack his camera back up. Leaning down the way he was, he completely missed the way Richard flushed at his words. By the time Justin straightened back up, Richard had recovered and he fixed Justin with his usual calm gaze.
"Whatever the case, I need you over on Stage 4."
"Yes sir." Justin said and stood up straight, looking rather like a pack mule with all the camera equipment slung about him.
"Oh, and Justin, the way Mistress Sadie works is... Different."
Justin laughed again. "Well yeah, she's a female dominant. Of course it's different."
"That's not what I mean. She works differently in that she is unscripted."
"Unscripted?" Justin asked, his amusement turning into curiosity.
"Yes. She says she wants organic reactions, not faked ones. Which is why I want you over there. There are no reshoots, everything has to be captured in one go. I know you Justin, I trust you. Get the shots."
Justin swelled with pride. Up until now all he had only ever followed orders. Occasionally he would make suggestions on a different angle and Richard always listened to him, but typically it was try one shoot at this angle then try it again at another angle and determine which one looked better. No reshoots meant he'd have to be on his toes. "Yes sir."
Making his way to Stage 4, Justin found himself eager and excited. After five years of monotony he was finally getting something new!
As he rounded the corner onto the stage he found that this Mistress Sadie had chosen to use one of the X shaped tables. They were still setting up so the table was presently empty. The woman herself was wearing a tight black leather outfit that contrasted dramatically against her pale flesh. Her lips were painted a bright red and her long black hair was handing in a smooth curtain around her face. Dark makeup traced the delicate features of her eyes, making them seem deeper than average. Her face was like a porcelain doll. Though there was also an air of confidence and control about her, of regality.
Although on some level Justin appreciated her body and knew she was gorgeous, he'd been in this business long enough that her appearance had no effect on him. The leather was something he'd never seen in person but he'd seen similar outfits in other films - both pornographic and not. "Mistress Sadie?" He asked as she turned to look at him.
"That's me. You must be my camera man." She said and set a hand on her hip, tilting her head to one side to watch Justin.
"Yes ma'am. Rick told me you want to do this in one shot, how would you like me to set up?"
"Please, don't call me ma'am, that makes me feel so old. You can set up right over there. This will be a three hour session, do you think you can handle that?"
Justin chuckled. "Sure can, miss. I've been doing this for years now, three hours on the camera is nothing." He said as he started to get set up.
Despite his bravado, he soon found that a three hour shoot was a lot more strenuous when it wasn't broken down into half hour increments which was the usual breakdown for the scripted films he usually shot. Luckily he had a tripod set up so the only time it really became taxing is when he decided to pull out one of the secondary cameras and move in closer for different close up shots. With the primary camera left running whoever edited the film later could decide which footage to use.
For this session Mistress Sadie had a man strapped down to the X shaped table and she was slow and meticulous in the way she removed his clothing, cutting away just a little at a time and then she would play with the newly exposed skin or use her whip on him for a bit.
By the time the man was naked Justin was expecting to see his cock hard as a rock and ready to shoot so he was shocked to find there was a metal cage wrapped around him. Despite that, his cock was trying hard to, well, get hard. Liquid was dripping from the tip - as evident when Justin took the secondary camera in for a closer look.
For nearly half an hour Mistress Sadie teased the man with his cock still locked in the cage. It twitched and pulsed while the man moaned and pleaded with her to take the cage off. When she eventually did take it off, his cock swelled up so large that Justin was left wondering how it had fit in the cage in the first place. And damn, that must have hurt.
Yet despite the fact that this woman had clearly been the one to make him so uncomfortable, he thanked her profusely for releasing him, letting out new noises of pleasure as she began to stroke his newly freed cock.
With his cock now free, Justin expected to see the woman mount him. He wouldn't last a minute if she did. What was she playing at, getting him so worked up first?
She did not mount him.
Her fingers trailed and teased the hard, leaking cock and she spoke to him in a sultry, seductive way, teasing him with her words as well as her hands. Shifting slightly, Justin came in and got a close up of the look on the man's face. He was sweating and his eyes were shiny, his mouth gaping wide. The look of utter desperation was something Justin had never seen on anyone before.
It was then that he realized for the first time that he knew this man. It was one of the regulars. He didn't know the man's name but he had chatted amicably with him between shots before. From what he had seen so far he had fully expected some fag to be on the table but that wasn't the case. He'd watched this man in so many roles over the years that it utterly shocked Justin to see him in this position. No doubt it would shock his fans too.
Pulling back again, Justin glanced at his watch. They were just over an hour in and this woman had only just gotten the man fully undressed. This was certainly not the shoots he was used to covering.
For the next hour he recorded as the woman teased the man in various ways, keeping his cock hard and dripping the whole time while sometimes not even touching it!
Then she did something else that surprised Justin. The woman climbed up onto the table and sat on the man's face. His noises changed again and he started to thrash against his bonds so much that Justin worried that she was somehow smothering him. As he took his camera in closer, however, he found that she was kneeling with her crotch a few inches from the man's face. The dark latex material across her crotch was pulled tight, making it impossible to see anything and yet the man was struggling against his bonds, trying desperately to taste her.
Now over two hours this woman had been teasing this man, keeping him hard and - Justin could only guess - achy, preventing him from cumming. Yet he was now verbally begging her to allow him to taste her?
"I'll give you two options." Mistress Sadie said in her smooth, sultry voice. "Option one, I reach back and stroke your cock, finally letting you shoot-"
"That one! Yes, please, oh God, that one." He whined in desperation, thrusting his hips up.
