Wednesday Jessica went out of town for a meeting with her accountant, and when she returned in the evening she was surprised to find Marie -- who had seemed moody that morning -- with a big, goofy smile on her face. "What have you been up to?" asked Jessica suspiciously.
"Let me show you," said Marie, taking her mistress by the hand. She led Jessica to the living room couch, put a drink in her hand, and turned on the TV. Sipping the cool martini, Jessica saw that their video camera, an old-tech relic that hadn't ben out of the closet in years, was hooked up to the TV; Marie pressed Play and Jessica sat back to watch.
What she saw was Jane, on her knees in that very living room. She was very elaborately tied, with her arms stretched out to either side by ropes, her torso supported by another lattice of ropes that hung from the ceiling. Moving around, zooming in and out, the camera explored every inch of her bound, naked body. Her ankles were tied about two feet apart by several strands, with another rope leading away from each ankle to somewhere offscreen; she was also ball-gagged and clamps dangled from her nipples. Clearly Marie had spent a lot of time creating this scene; Jessica could see very careful work had been done on the ropes and knots.
Now the camera zoomed in between Jane's legs. A hand -- Marie's, you could tell from the nail polish -- reached down and pried open her pussy lips, slipping a finger inside with an audible squish. After teasing Jane for awhile, the hand disappeared and the camera moved again. At this point Marie had put the camera on a tripod and spent some time composing the shot, which showed Jane's face in its lower-left third. Soon Marie herself appeared in the background, a blurred figure fumbling with something or other. When she turned sideways to the camera, her silhouette revealed what she had been doing: putting on a good sized strap-on, which cast a visible shadow on the wall behind her.
Turning again toward the camera, Marie came up behind Jane; her face never really came into focus and when she knelt down, stroking the strap-on with one hand, her head was out of frame. The artificial cock looked truly huge at this angle, frightening even. Then the strap-on disappeared, obscured by Jane's body, but you could tell where it had gone by the look on her face: her eyes bugged out and her mouth was contorted by some combination of pain and pleasure.