Monday morning, I arrived in the office, my body still aching from the activities over the weekend. It wasn't as bad as it had been yesterday, though it still felt like all my muscles were aching badly and it felt like I'd done a five-hour intense workout. Jason had wasted no time and had already edited and uploaded the video footage from the day before. Watching back the footage, especially of me being dressed up and used as a ponygirl brought back all the wonderful memories, and also some confusing ones. It had affected me in a way I never imagined it would, and I had enjoyed it far more than I expected to. I always considered those into this lifestyle perverts or freaks. Did that make me a freak or had I been looking at it from the wrong perspective? Either way, I couldn't help but touch myself as I rewatched the footage. It was rare that I ever felt the need to touch myself, but seeing myself as a ponygirl brought that need. As I saw the video of me helping to pull the cart whilst Mia and the other ponies were being lightly whipped, I came, and I came hard. I had to cover my mouth so that my neighbours upstairs wouldn't hear me.
Nervously, I took the lift up to the floor I worked on and walked in. Immediately I could see people look at me awkwardly, one or two smirked or shared whispered exchanges. Well, I guess they'd seen the video Jason had uploaded. Though I expected this, it didn't make it any easier. It wouldn't surprise me if they were whispering derogatory words under their breath as I walked past. I didn't care though. I was determined to make it as a reporter, and this was just a stepping stone along the way.
I made it into Geoff's office without crying or anyone saying anything to me, which was a bonus. The pathetic bastard looked up from his desk and stared at my breasts, telling me great work for the first episode. He had apparently 'enjoyed' watching it at home, and judging by the creepy smile on his face, I didn't want to know just how much exactly he had enjoyed it.
Overall the debut of the series had been well received, the number of subscribers was nearing ten thousand already, which was massively impressive. It was also very good for me, as part of my contract for doing this web series was that I would receive a percentage of the profits from subscriptions. The comments were very mixed, some positive, some negative saying that it was weird, unusual and ungodly. Some of the comments were just full of hate which was totally unnecessary. A week ago I would have been amongst those weirded out by it all, after experiencing it and meeting those involved, my opinions had completely changed. There was no need to post hate on something you didn't enjoy or agree with, they were consenting adults doing their thing without imposing it on anyone who hadn't consented on seeing it. People had actually paid to subscribe, just to post their hate. I'm guessing it was still their loss, I was still getting paid, and I'd make sure some of the money made from this was passed on to the groups that took me in and allowed us to film.
Over the next week, I worked on spreading the word of the web series and gaining even more subscribers. It was already far more popular than I predicted. The thousands I was going to receive from this would certainly make up for the knowledge that thousands were going to be jerking off over me and my adventures. There were still a few of my co-workers whispering behind my back, sneaking glances and snickering, but I was surprised as a few came over to me and commended me on my work. Many of them said how hard it must have been to do something so out of my comfort zone and how fair my reporting of it was.
Finally, Saturday came and I met up with Jason once again. He greeted me warmly as he arrived outside my block of flats and opened the door for me to get in. Jason didn't work for the company that I did, but they did hire him for a lot of camera work, so he had spent the week travelling all over filming different pieces here and there. None of his jobs apparently as entertaining or interesting as last weekend he admitted. I'd actually been looking forward to seeing Jason again, he was great company last week for work. On top of that, I could have had far worse people to work with on this sort of shoot. Like a creep who would keep trying to hit on me, or make comments on my naked body, or even someone who was less tolerable about the type of people we were meeting and would show me up. Jason was perfect, he was friendly, helpful, and had been utterly professional and respectful so far.
Today I was due to go spend some time with a professional dominatrix named Selena. The plan was to start with a two-hour introductory session with her, and then afterwards, I would get to interview her during a session she had arranged with two of her personal slaves. I'd been so nervous about it all week, that I didn't even look to see what she looked like, or the kind of things I'd gotten myself into. Though, after last week and the revelations that held, I'd decided to give it my all and to dive in headfirst.
"So, looking forward to it?" Jason asked.
"I am," I admitted. "Last week taught me more about myself than I ever thought it would. In truth, I was expecting to be disgusted with the people at the festival and hate every second of it, but it had been the opposite." It actually turned me on and was causing me to question a lot of my preconceptions about the lifestyle, but I wasn't quite ready to admit that openly.
"I'm glad. These things are far easier if you're open to them and don't feel embarrassed by the fact you're enjoying them. Far more people have their own fetishes and kinks than you probably think. It's popular for a reason, I believe the people who dismiss it and judge those who do enjoy it are the ones missing out."
"Thank you. Are you one of those people who have their own fetishes and kinks?" I asked, wondering if I was pushing my luck seeing I didn't know him that well. But, then again, he'd already seen me naked and then fitted as a pony girl.
"I do." Jason teased and although I prodded him to expand, he didn't, fully enjoying me wanting to know and not being told. "I've done some BDSM." Jason eventually caved in. "Among some other things. I'm gay and I used to go out with a very muscular guy, a beast of a man who actually enjoyed being submissive to me. I found I enjoyed dominating him." I smiled as he told the story, although, for my own selfish reasons, I was a little disappointed that he was gay.
It turned out that Jason had only briefly flirted with BDSM with an ex-partner, but whilst he had always wanted to do more, he'd never met the right person to try it with. He had been impressed with how well I had handled the pony play last week and warned me that this session would be much tougher. Although there wouldn't really be an audience, I'd actually be submitting to someone else, giving away control to someone. Of course, there'd be a safe word if I needed to, though I'd try to hold out for as long as I could.
We eventually arrived at our destination after an hours drive and found ourselves outside quite a large house on the outskirts of a village. We parked up and made our way to the front door. A man, I'd guess in his early forties opened the door and invited us in. He introduced himself as Phil, and that he was one of Goddess Selena's slaves. We went through into an office of sorts where he handed me a disclaimer to fill out. It included information on health and safety, acknowledged that I knew of the safe word and what this session would entail. There was a checklist that listed different kinks and explained them briefly, which I had to choose what I was comfortable and interested in doing. There were many bizarre ones that I couldn't believe people enjoyed, such as watersports. Then again, I was learning to each their own, and if they enjoyed it and it wasn't harming people, what was the issue? As Jason said earlier, for it to be this popular, there must be a reason. I ticked that I was up for most of them, pain play, humiliation, bondage, penetration, body worship and so on. The only ones I didn't tick were blood play, needle play and water sports.
