Feb 25, 2008


"Five minutes!" came the warning over the loudspeaker.

"Showtime," I muttered under my breath as I checked myself once more in the mirror. Decked out, head to toe, I was in a second skin of latex. It covered every inch save for my mouth, eyes, and behind. The latex gleamed in the light of the dressing room. I adjusted everything just so and looked myself in the eyes, wondering how the person who looked back at me had gotten into such a strange position.

"Places!" came the voice again. No time for introspection. Time for action. Time to be a "star."

I followed the labyrinthine hallway into today's set. It was dressed like a prison cell. Inside just a bunk, a sink, and an incongruous padded sawhorse.

There were no lines to memorize. Hell, there wasn't usually dialogue other than what was improvised. Without having to be told, I bent over the sawhorse, my ass in the air and my mouth held open by the O-Ring atached to the latex headpiece.

It didn't take long before I was joined by two of my co-stars. They were well-built, their bodies gleamed having been rubbed down with oil. Their faces were covered. I always wondered if I passed any of these anonymous men by on the street, not knowing that they were the ones paid to use me on camera for Her amusement and profit.

She had conceived of this "service" a few months prior. Humiliatingly enough, I was to carry through Her plan -- setting up the space, the servers, the secure site -- all for her to enjoy seeing me being fucked nightly by a variety of different men while subscribers all over the globe could log on and do the same for $9.95 a month.

She would email in her requests for different scenarios / outfits. Men would apply via the website and, if they were approved and could make it to our studio, would have the pleasure of partaking in whatever fantasy She wanted fulfilled. I never met the men -- they were taken care of by our production assistants. I only heard their voices, smelled their sweat, and felt their hands over me and cocks in me.

There was no foreplay, making the website one of the highest rated online. The sex acts started almost immediately.

I felt the hands of one of the men and he ran it over the latex outfit. My ears muffled the sound of his comments but whatever he said was met with agreement by the other man. My peripheral vision blocked, the appearance of one of the men directly in front of me shouldn't have been a surprise but it still seemed to be. I gasped a bit and he seemed to take this as a compliment about the size of his engorged cock. He stroked it for me, getting it even harder and larger before sliding it into the O-Ring that kept my mouth available.

I tasted the salty sourness of his cock as it pushed across my tongue, all the way to the back of my mouth. I gagged at first and he backed off slightly. He felt my tongue caressing the underside of his cock and fell into an easy rhythm of fucking my face. Meanwhile I felt his friend push the head of his cock against my asshole. Never sure if these men would bother to use the lube provided, I had prelubed my ass with a one-time use of KY Jelly. I was glad I did.

He was rougher than the man fucking my mouth, pushing his cock deep inside, withdrawing, and plunging in again, not allowing me to adjust to his girth at all before he was plowing into me. I cried out, my scream muffled by the cock in my mouth. Tears streamed out over the latex mask and I heard one of them laugh.

Rather than slowing down, they both seemed turned on by my tears. It didn't take long before the man in my mouth was shooting his spunk down my throat. He pulled out and gave one final squirt onto my latex-clad face. His friend finished a few moments later, pulling out and shooting his load onto my back.

I knew that this would never do. She would be disappointed at how fast these two men had orgasmed. I soon found that I had nothing to worry about as two more men soon joined the fray. They soon took the place of the men who had just finished.

And so it went. These four men were joined later by two others before they rotated and I was being fucked by the man I had sucked off while the one who had fucked me put his cock in my mouth. They all took their turns and, all the while, I knew that She was watching at home.

I wondered if she was watching it on her computer, if she had put it on her television, or if she just left me in the background. Was she watching alone or did she have people over to enjoy the show? I only hoped that there would be an email waiting for me at the end of the night with a favorable review of my performance.

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The Master Returns

It was Saturday morning and just about time for Master to arrive. We had been seeing each other once a week for the past three years. The remarkable thing is that we never seemed to do the same thing twice. Sure, there were things that simply melted me that he knew about and would indulge me in from time to time but every time with Master seemed fresh -- a new adventure where I never knew we'd end up or the journey to that destination. All I knew is that I trusted him with my body and soul. I gave myself to him fully every time we met and the reward for that was pleasure and satisfaction beyond my wildest dreams.

I had gotten up early to give myself a colonic and shave my legs. I knew I couldn't shower too early as the scent, feel, and look of my wet hair pleased my Master. I loved when he would get behind me and smell my hair before taking in it his strong hands and pulling. The exquisite pain was a favorite sensation. More, when he grasped my hair I felt fully controlled. My eyes would roll back in my head and I swear that I'd start salivating with the hope that he'd take my head and fuck my mouth whenever he had me like that.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I was dressed simply; white top, black stretch pants. Master never had me in the trappings of anything other than "normal, every day dress." There was no artifice there. Master wanted to have the woman I was every day, not a version of her made especially for him. He wanted to take me, the real me. It certainly saved me a lot in lingerie. I'd served other so-called "Dominants" in the past and it seems like they enjoyed nothing more than spending money on them, even if it was just to stock my drawers full of so much flimsy lingerie that I ended up looking like a reject from a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog.

I was kneeling in my living room. The only sounds were the ticking of the wall clock and the pounding of my heart in my ears. I tried to control my racing heartbeat by breathing in and out, slowly. This was some of the most treasured time for me; the waiting in anticipation before I heard Master's car pull up my driveway. Despite myself, I felt that I was getting sexually excited. I tried to calm myself and not think of anything other than my heart.

To be continued.