Things had changed a lot in the last few years for Natasha and Jack. They had made millions from the website which was booming and now had over four million subscribers and there was extra income from advertising, product placement, personal appearances in fetish clubs, at conventions, calendars and a long list of products with Natasha and Scarlett's images. There was far less demand for products with Jack or Rob's image but they still sold. The money also rolled in from Jeanie, Roxanne and their circle of rich, bored and frustrated women who often availed of their special services. In the cases of Jeanie and Roxanne, they had become such good and close friends that Natasha and her team had offered to waive their fees but both women had insisted on paying, explaining they had money to burn and would prefer to share it around.
They'd also been outed by some particularly dogged and obsessive so called fans and they had subsequently dispensed with the need for anonymity and therefore the masks. The families of Rob, Scarlett and Jack had taken the news of their new vocation in their stride and though it had been a bit of a shock at first, they weren't particularly bothered by their new lifestyle.
Natasha's family, however, had called her a disgrace and had immediately cut all ties with her. She would have preferred not to be in this situation but she'd had very little contact with them the last few years and there was absolutely no way on earth she was going back to her old life, she'd jump off a cliff first. She had a new family now, close and intimate bonds with Scarlett, Rob, Marlene, Jeanie, Roxanne and more. Jack was her rock and she loved her lifestyle and she loved what she did and if her super conservative family, who she had never felt close to and who had never really understood her anyway, couldn't accept this and they had to go their separate ways then so be it.
The business had expanded so much they had to open an office and hire staff to keep on top of things. The bonus was this was their business address, and it was under their performing names, so the numerous men and more than a few women who turned up at the office wanting to meet them in person were turned away and they had no way of finding out where they lived. Natasha had met a lot of genuine fans at clubs where she'd danced and at the meet and greets at fetish balls and conventions and they were lovely but there were also a few unhinged fans who couldn't differentiate between fantasy and reality and it was a good thing to be off the grid, unreachable.
They were now even more off the grid because Jack and Natasha had taken some of the millions and bought a house with stables outside the city on forty acres of land which, though not as big as Jeanie's or Roxanne's mansions, was still impressive. This house and the accompanying land gave them the privacy they wanted and needed. Being in the city and now being known had attracted a few crazies and now they were off the grid as much as possible and their new address didn't appear anywhere and if it did, unbeknownst to them, their real names never appeared as the owners.
They bought some horses and learned how to ride and Scarlett, who already knew how to ride, often joined them as they galloped all over their new land. They were also in the process of fitting out the house with a trophy basement, sans full sized swimming pool, because they were millionaires and not billionaires like the other two women, but it still had a small spa, a large kidney shaped pool, a number of hot tubs that came in different sizes, mud baths, massage rooms, a gym, shower rooms, sex rooms, a throne room and numerous other rooms, or it would have when it was finished.
Jack, who was overseeing the building work, reckoned it would be another two weeks which had greatly disappointed Natasha. She had hoped it would be ready for this very day, her birthday, but it was not to be. They would still have great fun though. She'd planned a big dinner celebration in their new dining room with Rob and Scarlett, who were looking around to buy their own new house in the same area, and she was sure things would get hot afterwards. She'd asked Marlene, Roxanne and Jeanie to come for her birthday but they couldn't make it. She felt it didn't really matter as they would be coming in a couple of weeks anyway for the inauguration of the basement and they could celebrate her birthday then. That would be a hell of a party and she was already looking forward to it.
Natasha was also looking forward to Jack's present for her birthday because he always gave her wonderful presents, he had great imagination. She'd also bought herself a few nice presents. She'd discovered a fabulous shoe/boot maker no more than twenty miles from their new house and all her footwear was now handmade with the finest quality materials by this talented man and were an absolute perfect fit. She'd ordered a pair of black PVC almost crotch high boots with silver d-rings and laces with a side zipper. The front of the boot had a red coloured section for contrast which extended a few centimetres either side of the d-rings and ran the length of the boot. These boots with their five inch stiletto heel and a pointy toe were simply spectacular.
He'd phoned her the day before to let her know they were ready and she'd gone to collect the boots that morning and on her return she had told Jack she wanted an early birthday session and he was to change into his leather vest and shorts while she went to the room which had all her fetish wear collection to change. This large room had dozens of leather and PVC outfits neatly stored in various wardrobes and over thirty pairs of fetish thigh high boots in leather and PVC, mostly black with some red and brown ones too, hanging on a rail on one side of the room. She always felt a tingle of excitement when she looked at them and she often found it a difficult task to choose what to wear as she loved them all. They gave her such pleasure, made her feel so sexy and horny but today, it would be the turn of her new boots.
Natasha laid the box with the boots on the table and selected some red fishnet hold-up stockings and rolled them up her shapely legs and slipped on some skimpy shiny black PVC underwear. This underwear only barely covered her hairy pussy. She hadn't waxed for a few months, Jack had asked her not to, he fancied shaking things up, a different look, but she didn't really like it. In fact, she didn't like it at all, and she was going to tell him she was getting it waxed for the inauguration and she wouldn't be repeating this particular experiment. She couldn't see how it was comfortable for him when he gave her oral sex but she was happy to have done it for him all the same and it was always good to try different things.
She pulled down the zip on the new boot, placed her right foot inside and slowly dragged the zip almost to her crotch loving how the patent leather wrapped around her leg, almost like a second skin. She adjusted the short tongue at the top of the boot and admired herself in the huge wall mirror. She rushed to put the other boot on and she was soon twirling and twisting around to check out the sexy gleaming boots. They felt more like an extension of her legs rather than an addition as they were so comfortable and so well fitting. The shoe/boot maker was a genius and she had more ideas she was going to run by him.
She put on a black PVC quarter cup shelf bra which left her pierced breasts exposed and lifted her already pert tits even more. She had a moment of doubt about whether to put on black or red opera length gloves and finally chose black and went for a red choker. She topped it off with a red and black PVC officer's hat. She studied the hot outfit in the mirror and thought to herself that if this didn't get Jack hard then nothing would. She was searching around for her favourite riding crop when she sensed a presence at the door. She swivelled on her high heels and saw Jack and he had Rob with him.
"Oh, hi Rob. I thought you were coming later. Is Scarlett here too?" she asked, hoping they had both come early.
"I don't know anyone by that name and you will address me as Beck."
"What?"
She noticed he had some document in one hand and a riding crop in the other, her red tipped riding crop. What the fuck was he doing with her favourite riding crop?
"Mistress Tasha, you have been accused of abusing your power and making unreasonable demands on the participants in your sessions. A number of complaints have been lodged with the Mistresses Guild and due to the seriousness of the charges, you are being placed under arrest and will stand trial. All the charges are detailed in this document."
"What the fuck are you on about? Jack? Has he taken leave of his senses?"
"Cuff her Blake," and Jack moved over to her and in one swift movement, he'd grabbed her gloved arms and cuffed her wrists behind her back.
"Ow! What the fuck Jack?"
"My name is Blake, Mistress Tasha."
"From this moment on, you will only speak if we give you permission and address you directly," ordered Beck sternly.
"Look, I don't know what your game is but I..."
"Silence! Don't force me to gag you."
And then it hit her. She was now the protagonist in something they had organised. Organised for her birthday! She would have clapped her gloved hands together in delight if they weren't handcuffed behind her back. Her wonderful boyfriend obviously had plans for the day (and night) and a tingle of excitement wormed its way into her stomach. She had a vague memory of her telling Jack a few months ago that just once she'd like to relinquish the role of Mistress and this great man, who she loved to death, had obviously listened, taken it on board and set something up. She was going to embrace it, go with the flow and have fun. Jack grabbed one of her gloved upper arms and she struggled.
"Get your fucking hands off me. Release me right now or you will both pay dearly for this impertinence."
Beck came closer and grabbed her other gloved arm.
"Final warning. The next time you open that insolent mouth of yours, I will gag it," and she glared at him and struggled against their grip and the handcuffs again as they marched her out of the bedroom in her spectacular high heeled boots and swept down the stairs.
