XLIX
Maisie found living with Tanya very different to living with Emma. For a start, Tanya was a very different lover. She made love with men at least as often as she did with women. She was also rather less concerned about Maisie's education and career prospects. Maisie now had to find her own way to to the studios of Harlot TV. Perhaps, Maisie thought, it was just an inevitable part of growing up and looking after herself. And then there was the fact that Maisie had nothing like the primacy in Tanya's affections as she'd enjoyed with Emma. There were the two men who also shared Tanya's flat and on occasion her bed. Karl and Anthony were nice men, and both gave her the kindness that Tanya was so reluctant to give. Maisie hadn't realised at first that they would be permanent fixtures, and at first she'd resented their presence, particularly after she found out that Tanya had expressly forbidden the men to touch her.
Maisie had no objection to watching men fuck each other. After all, it was a common feature on sex television, although she found her exclusion from the physical act slightly frustrating. But even she could see that neither Karl nor Anthony really enjoyed it that much. It was only because Tanya required it of them that their lips and tongues joined together and their pricks pushed deep inside the other's arse. And Tanya was pitiless in her demands of them: even getting them to piss on each other. And should one of them look at Maisie, as she sat arm-in-arm with Tanya, it was a cue for their mistress to slap them or to shout scorn at them. But Maisie could see the men were besotted with her. They would do anything for her pleasure, and her words of cruelty and unkindness did nothing to lessen their yearning for her. And yet she gave them so little for their pains. Just as she was giving less and less of her bodily passion to Maisie.
However, every night when Tanya was there, Maisie was expected to share her bed. Her menstrual cycle was no excuse. It might be that all that was required of her was to lick out Tanya's vagina or to be the recipient of the spanking on her bare behind that Tanya sometimes believed Maisie was deserving of, although her misdemeanours were invariably extremely minor. In some strange way, Tanya seemed to enjoy causing Maisie to cry at the unfairness of it all and to watch her discomfort when her protestations of love were returned only with sternness and unsympathetic sneers. But at the same time, Tanya was very demanding, wanting to know exactly what Maisie had been doing and with whom. The sex that she performed as part of her job was alternately praised and used as an excuse for punishment: the very inconsistency of Tanya's response both puzzling and upsetting her.
And then there were the men that Tanya brought back with her in the evening. Sometimes women, but usually men. They were not the most attractive men that Maisie had ever met, and she was confused as to why a woman as beautiful as Tanya, with the ability and skill to fuck with whomsoever she liked, would choose to have sex with middle-aged, fat, sometimes even ugly men. Some were older than Tanya's own father. They were often thoroughly incompetent in their lovemaking, frequently releasing their semen far too soon, and thrusting in and out of Tanya's vagina or arse with a monotonous predictability.
And it wasn't only Tanya they fucked. However much Maisie might have wished otherwise, she would always be brought into the lovemaking, often on Tanya's express instructions. "Open your legs, Maisie sweetest!" Tanya would say with a tone of love and affection so often lacking when there were no guests. "Open your cheeks, so we can get inside your arse!" Tanya would whisper with a pleasant kiss on Maisie's lips. "Put the whole of the cock in your mouth, Maisie darling! Not just the tip!"
Maisie was so won over by Tanya's show of passion and love on these occasions, that she sometimes forgot that the one who would be doing the thrusting and groping and fucking and buggering, and covering her bare breasts with kisses and sometimes nibbling her toes, was not Tanya, whom she loved, but a man she'd never met before, was rarely likely to see again, and was invariably unattractive and often very smelly. She got used to the rough feel of chin stubble on the vagina that Tanya insisted she shave, to make her look younger. She was accustomed to the thrust of thick and short, long and thin, fat and stubby, penises thrusting into her, admittedly stiff, but not necessarily satisfying. Nowhere near as expert as the pricks whose taste she enjoyed in her professional capacity.
And none of the men treated her like a girl, with a career, deserving respect. She was always 'dearie' or 'sweetie'. And gradually, she came to realise that these men, so pathetic and unappealing in bed, were senior people in the world of television and the media. Tanya was exchanging sexual favours for the more material favours they could provide for her. And not all of them were producers, executives, directors or whatever in the world of sex television. Some were prominent in the world of more mainstream entertainment, and at least one was actually a politician. Or at least he looked very much like a junior politician Maisie saw interviewed on mainstream television one day. And those in the mainstream media were often the ones most perverse in bed: the ones who liked pissing on Maisie or masturbating while Tanya lay her on her lap and spanked her on her reddening cheeks.
Maisie only gradually became aware that it was the promise of sex with her at least as much as with Tanya herself that had attracted the men to Tanya's bed. In some cases, it was sex with her alone that was the attraction. One man with a face and body like some disgusting turtle spent the whole evening wanking while groping around on her bare body, and then finally spurting his wad of semen on her face and licking it off with his big slobbery tongue. Another was only interested in her arse and pushed his prick in deep long before Maisie was in any sense prepared for it, and grunted with extra pleasure as Maisie cried from the pain of it all.
Maisie had no way of knowing how well rewarded Tanya was for the favours she, and most particularly Maisie, were giving so freely. She knew she didn't really enjoy it, and she particularly didn't like it when one man actually shat right on her face. Fuck! It was disgusting! But she could see that Tanya was profiting from it. Her career was in a hyperbolic trajectory, soon leaving behind the world of sex entertainment for the more lucrative rewards of fame and fortune of the mainstream world. She even recorded a record that sold very well despite the rather poor quality of its musical content. She was featured in mainstream magazines and interviewed in rather fawning terms in glossy celebrity papers. All the while, her designer clothes became steadily more elegant, the restaurants she ate in became increasingly exclusive, and she was in the process of buying a very opulent apartment in a very expensive district of the city. And all the while, Maisie felt no better off than before. The wealth that she had was only the wealth that she'd earned, and much of that went to Tanya to help pay her keep. In many ways, her life was actually more deprived than before. Tanya no longer took Maisie out with her to the nightclubs and restaurants they used to frequent. And her life became hemmed in by work, school and the sexual demands of Tanya and her male lovers.
Maisie looked at Karl and Anthony with fresh sympathy. Never praised, never given an encouraging word, frequently humiliated. Sometimes, Karl or Anthony would be tied by a chain to the end of the bed while the other lover was being buggered by Tanya. On one occasion, Maisie herself was instructed to bugger the two men, one after the other, while they were biting and sucking at each other's prick under Tanya's stern watchful eye, always ready to give fresh instruction to deepen their humiliation. On occasions such as this, Maisie wondered what pleasure it was giving to Tanya. She wasn't showing any sexual satisfaction as Maisie's long black dildo thrust in and out of Karl's arse, his mouth around the stiffening mass of Anthony's prick. Even when both Anthony's prick and her dildo crammed into Karl's complaining anus, she showed only a strange kind of grim satisfaction. And on those moments, Maisie felt she was just like the two men: simply sex toys for Tanya's perverse pleasures.
She didn't see her friends very often. In fact, although Tanya didn't exactly forbid her from doing so, she made plain that she preferred Maisie stay at home in the evenings so that she was available for whatever visitor she had planned for that night. So it was by chance that Maisie met Susan and Rosemary in the city centre one day while she was window-shopping in the high street. Susan was wearing a long tee shirt that came to just below her hips, while Rosemary wore a plain grey skirt and a specially designed blouse that held her breasts up in a way that both contained and displayed them.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Maisie had to ask how Emma was. "Oh! She's fine, I think," replied Susan. "Well, I haven't seen her for a long time. Not since Charlotte's wedding, but I spoke to Charlotte the other day. She and Josephine and, of course, darling baby Thomas are now living in Emma's house. Where you used to live before you started living with Tanya. We went to the house and chatted about things. Babies mostly. Emma's gone off to a naturist resort to do whatever naturists do. Meditate or whatever. Sunborough, I think it's called. She lost her job at the television station you know."
"I know," admitted Maisie sadly, feeling ever so much the guilty party. "But Emma's alright? I heard she was dreadfully depressed."
