Sapphire
A lot had changed in the last year for Jeanie, her lifestyle for a start. She spent her days at the gym, in coffee shops, shopping, going to the cinema, theatre and concerts and various nights a week going a fetish club in Manhattan where she fucked five or six men over the course of an average week, and various women too. Unfortunately, the sex with men was with condoms, she simply hated condoms, there was no comparison with doing it bareback and the other problem was these men just didn't measure up to Blake and Beck, the dynamic duo, they didn't even come close. She had no interest in a steady boyfriend and she'd decided she was never going to have kids. She didn't want her body to change and her present lifestyle was far too hedonistic to think about ever having a kid.
The club, however, did at least give her the opportunity to wear her fetish gear and PVC thigh boots outside her home, often in the company of Roxanne or other friends who shared her interest in the scene. And if she was out during the day she wore the kind of sexy clothes she liked such as tight black shiny leather leggings or skin tight jeans, leather jackets and coats, thigh high leather or suede boots and silk tops and blouses that showed off a generous amount of cleavage. At home she rarely wore anything else other than fetish wear and she loved trying on and wearing various outfits in one day and she now had quite a fetish wardrobe including over twenty pairs of thigh high boots, which she loved strutting around in.
Jeanie spent a lot of time in the evenings watching porn videos, mostly from Mistress Tasha's website, and masturbating and fucking herself in full fetish wear and often with a vibrating plug deep in her ass. Sometimes, she would go into her bedroom and make use of the sex machine she'd purchased. The room now had a huge mirror on one wall and she liked to take out her piercings, clamp her heavy chest and then get on her knees and get fucked from behind by the dildos on the sex machine in both holes, often being double penetrated while she watched herself in the mirror and masturbated and she had some very satisfying orgasms. She had a huge sex drive nowadays and the fucking in the fetish club was never enough and never good enough either.
There had been some physical changes too. She'd dyed her brown hair jet black and it now had long red and blue streaks. She'd got her belly button pierced along with numerous other piercings in her ears and her nose and she'd had her tongue pierced but the most significant change had been getting her clitoral hood pierced. She found this incredibly sexy and her already sensitive clit was now hypersensitive when she played with herself, it made it easier to climax and she'd found that both men and women absolutely loved all her new piercings.
Mistress Tasha and her team had definitely loved the changes. She'd had four more meetings with them during the year, sometimes paid for by Roxanne and sometimes paid by her and even though they were paying, she'd got close to them, especially Trixie, who she now knew was Scarlett. She was such a dear and if she weren't with Rob, Jeanie would have made a play for her. It was all academic anyway as they were incredibly tight as a couple and she was happy that at least Scarlett was with a top guy, Rob was great. So was Jack but he was joined at the hip with Natasha. Natasha was the different one. Beautiful and charming while at the same time somewhat distant and always out of reach. She guessed this was part of what made her so attractive, she was ultimately unattainable. But she felt an incredible affection for this woman who'd changed her life and she had come to know her and love her.
The way she could slip into character as Mistress Tasha was both terrifying and compelling. And then she never broke character which made every session feel real and worthwhile, she was a pro.
Jeanie, true to her word, had bought a house like Roxanne, though it was far closer to the city. And with Roxanne's help, she'd put in a trophy basement and hired Jack and Marlene to design the sex rooms and club area. It was now ready and she had hired Mistress Tasha and her team for the inauguration but she'd told Natasha she wanted something a little different. Less teasing and denial and much more fucking. She'd told her that what she really wanted was a fuck fest and Natasha assured her they'd come up with a concept and they did just that, it had been the greatest sex session of her life. The video had just arrived, which was for her eyes only, well Jack's too (and probably all their team) because he had edited it, and she was going to spend the next three hours masturbating or wanting to masturbate.
Jack had installed dozens of cameras in the basement including various ones for overhead shots and then undertaken the mammoth, and thankless, task of editing it all together though he did have the compensation of a big payday. Jeanie was familiar with his style from their website and she found the split screen which showed a woman's ass and facial expression when they were being penetrated, an incredible turn on and now it would be her face and her ass. She also loved when the image went into slow motion, for example a double penetration or a cumshot. Or how he'd repeat a cumshot from three different angles and sometimes slipped from colour into black and white for a highly stylised scene. Yep, she was so looking forward to this.
She turned her phone off, she didn't want any interruptions, strode off to the kitchen in her high heeled boots to get some wine and with the benefit of previous experience decided to bring the bottle back. Once this started she wouldn't be going anywhere. She settled down to watch, glad she had given the hired help the night off, and clicked the video on the enormous 80 inch screen in her living room.
The video opened with Mistress Trixie in her glorious shiny red PVC catsuit and gleaming black crotch high boots with a five inch stiletto heel and a pointy toe and glossy long gloves topped off with her red and black PVC officer's hat and she was sitting behind a desk doing something on a computer. The screen began to flash and there was an incoming call on her computer, Blake appeared on the screen.
"We have the runner, we're coming down."
"Good," acknowledged Trixie. "I'll inform the Mistress," and she pressed another button on the screen and Mistress Tasha's face came into focus.
"Yes?"
"We have the runner, Mistress Tasha."
"Excellent, bring her to me."
The lift doors pinged as they opened and two men pushed a figure in black forward who stumbled and fell to one knee. This woman looked like sex personified. She was wearing a shiny black skin tight PVC dress with open underwired cups and chains that left her enhanced pierced breasts exposed, long glossy opera gloves and gleaming tight black PVC thigh high platform boots with a four inch spike heel.
"Welcome back Sapphire," sneered Mistress Trixie, walking over and standing in front of her.
"Fuck you Trixie!" spat the blonde woman getting to her feet and Trixie sighed.
"Fucking in the fetish club again. You do remember you signed a contract with us, don't you?"
"Nobody told me I would only get limp dick to satisfy me."
"You're too sexually charged Sapphire but don't you worry, the Mistress will fuck those tiresome tendencies out of you. Cuff her," she commanded, and Sapphire struggled as the two men handcuffed her gloved wrists behind her back.
"You're nothing but fucking lackeys," she shouted.
"Who will fuck some sense into you later," laughed Trixie, and Sapphire turned on her.
"And what about you Trixie? What about your waste of space life? You're forever in the Mistress's shadow with no discernible talent of your own, you're like a glorified groupie or something," and she laughed.
"Gag her!" hissed Mistress Trixie with venom, and the men inserted a red ball gag into her mouth and tied the black strap behind her head. Trixie reached around and slapped each arse cheek and Sapphire smiled through the gag. She'd hit a nerve.
"Take her to the throne room," she ordered, and the two men grabbed one of her gloved arms each and marched her out the door to Trixie's left and down a long corridor with the girl in the skin tight catsuit following in their wake. They stopped half way down the passage in front of some double doors, Trixie pressed a button on the wall and they swung open into a chamber. Sapphire called this place the Mistress's lair and she had only been in here a few times, mostly for a dressing down. She imagined she dished out orders and shouted at some of the other hapless girls at all hours of the day and night.
This was a long narrow chamber with a wooden floor, dark red walls and a blood red ceiling with wall lamps on low every few metres. There was an enormous video screen on the far wall directly over the platform and one on the left wall and another on the right. Videos of Sapphire dancing and getting up close and personal with some men played on the screens.
The men half dragged and half marched Sapphire down the narrow chamber to the raised platform. There were three steps leading up to the platform where there was a red ornate sofa or recliner with various cushions and a beautiful young woman with long black wavy hair with red streaks, pale white makeup, smokey eye shadow and full red lips was reclining on the sofa, sipping a glass of red wine.
She was wearing a quarter cup PVC shelf bra which lifted her already firm and perky pierced tits up even more, long gleaming opera gloves and she had a black PVC officer's hat pulled down low over her eyes. Her legs were encased in tight black PVC thigh high boots with d-rings and laces that went from the ankle to the tops of the boots, tied off on a tongue that peeked out over the top of the boot and the boots had a five inch stiletto heel and a pointy toe. These were domme boots.
"On your knees bitch!" ordered Trixie, and the two men set her down on her booted knees in front of the steps.
"Remove the gag!" ordered Mistress Tasha.
"I'm not sure that's a good I..."
"I said, remove the gag!" ordered the Mistress firmly.
