Rescued

Trying to get out of the rain in the dark doorway of a closed business, I found myself homeless and alone. Don't get me wrong I don't use drugs or anything illegal. Through a series of unfortunate circumstances I was in a bad way. I'd lost my home trying to pay my mother's medical bills and lost my job due to cut backs.

I sat huddled when I saw a guy carrying an umbrella and I called out asking, "Sir, excuse me. Can you spare a buck or two so I can get some food, please? I'm cold and hungry."

I was surprised, because instead of turning his head away and ignoring me, like so many before him had done, he actually stopped and looked at me. Then he asked, "When did you eat last?"

Feeling embarrassed and shy, I answered softly, "Yesterday at lunch."

He came closer, saying, "Come with me." He didn't look scary or mean, and I was desperate, so I got up and followed. We walked to a nearby fast food place where he bought me hot food. Moreover, he even got me a gift card for future food.

I must admit such sudden generosity made me suspicious. So I asked him, "What do I have to do to earn this?"

Smiling, he told me, "Just pay it forward sometime, when you can. Someday someone else may need your help."

I was surprised at his answer, realizing that he was really a nice guy. Wanting to test him a little more, I asked, "But how can I repay you right now, Sir?"

Looking at my appearance, he replied, "Go comb your hair." I went to the lady's room and fixed myself up as best as I could.

When I returned and sat across from him in the warm, dry booth, he stated, "My name is Steven. Please never lie to me, OK?" I nodded. He proceeded to ask me several questions, learning how I came to be in that doorway, trying to shelter from the rain. We talked and it appeared that he really felt bad for me. I certainly appreciated someone I could finally talk to about all this. "So, Clare, you had a home and a job, and lost the home trying to save your dying mother, and lost the job because your company suffered in the economic downturn?" He'd listened carefully and summarized it well, and I nodded sadly, feeling quite hopeless.

"Well, let's work on your immediate needs, if that's OK with you. I think you could benefit from a nice place to clean up and sleep. If you'd like, you can come to my home for that -- no strings attached."

In my mind, he'd been acting purely like a gentleman, and seemed trustworthy, so I agreed to go. After all, the alternative would be back to that doorway in the rain. His place turned out to be in the country and his home was really nice. Inside, he showed me the bathroom and opened a cabinet that contained shampoo and soaps and other things a woman might need. He also opened a closet in the bathroom that contained a couple of fluffy white bathrobes. With that he said, "Please enjoy yourself, and come out all wrapped up when you're done. There's no rush. And you can lock this bathroom door if you wish. I won't take offense."

After he left, I breathed one of the first deep breaths that I'd taken in days. Locking the bathroom door, I stripped out of my wet clothes while waiting for the bathtub to fill with hot water. Once I eased myself into the bathtub, I was appalled and embarrassed at the amount of dirt and grime that came loose from my skin and settled at the bottom of the tub. I took a hot bath and soaked in that hot water, letting its warm seep into me, even deep into my bones. It was heavenly. I'd found a safety razor and shaving foam, so I shaved my legs and armpits. Then I started to let the tub drain as I turned on the overhead shower to shampoo my hair first. Once it was rinsed clean I soaped up and cleansed my body thoroughly, making sure that the tub was clean of my dirt as I finished.

I felt like a new woman as I stepped out of the tub and toweled my hair to dampness and my body completely dry. Looking in the mirror I finger combed the tangles out of my hair as much as I could. Wrapping my body in that amazing robe felt very luxurious! Cleaned now, I went downstairs and sat on the couch, thanking him for his kindness.

Smiling, he stated, "I'm happy to have been able to help you, Clare." Next, I was flabbergasted when he asked with a straight face, "Clare, would you like a job?"

Warily, I asked, "What sort of job, Steven?"

"I really could use a house keeper," he replied. "Living here alone, I'm afraid I let the place become quite messy. The job would come with a salary, and rather than trying to commute, you can live here in your own room and save your money. Are you able to cook, and would you be interested in keeping my home clean and tidy?"

I really needed a place to stay and also needed to earn some cash, so I said 'yes' to my good Samaritan. Back at the eatery, I'd already explained what had happened to me, putting me in this position. "That's wonderful, Clare. Please come with me. He showed me to a spare bedroom, stating, "This room is all yours and it even has a separate bathroom through that door over there." I was thrilled to see the room because it was clean, neat and warm. He said, "Good night. Sleep well, and we'll discuss more in the morning." He closed the door as I echoed 'good night' back to him. Then I crawled into the bed and was soon fast asleep. My dream seemed to be about how my life had changed by the kindness of one person.

The next morning, I heard a knock, and told him to please come in. "Here are your clothes that you left in the bathroom last night. I could tell you were exhausted, so I put them through the washer and dryer. They're clean, but maybe a little wrinkled. When you're dressed, come to the kitchen and today we'll make breakfast together as I show you where things are."

After he left, I threw off the bed covers, scrambled into my clothes, made my bed quickly and hung the robe in my closet. Then I joined him in the kitchen. It was well appointed and I quickly grew accustomed to where he kept things as we made and ate breakfast. He went off to do whatever he needed as I washed the dishes, dried them and put them away, straightening up the kitchen.

As he walked back into the kitchen later, he stated, "This area looks wonderful, Clare. Now we're going shopping. You'll need more than what you're wearing." He drove us to the mall. At a clothing store inside, he said to the woman, "She needs all sorts of clothes. Please dress her to make her look professional." I tried on several things and modeled at least the outer garments for him. He trusted my judgment on my undergarments. He selected several outfits, covering everything I would need from head to toe. He did have a preference for one favorite type of item: heels with ankle straps.

We left with several outfits and I was on cloud nine. Recalling my dream, I marveled at how my life had changed so much, so quickly. And it was all due to this really nice guy. He'd bought me everything from a formal dress to shorts and tops. But he wasn't done transforming me yet. The next shop was a beauty salon where a team worked on me and when they were done I felt like a new, more glamorous person.

We went back to his home and now I appreciated it with virtually new eyes. Once again, I really felt my life had changed for the better.

He then inform me, "Clare, since you're my employee, there are two rules you must follow. My office is off limits unless I call for you to join me in there. Also the basement is off limits until further notice." Being a woman, my curiosity went wild and now I felt that I just had to see what was down there. Since I had already been in his office once and saw that it was just paperwork and a desk it held no mystery for me. But the basement was a different matter. That was a zone of secrets.

When his doorbell rang, it was up to me to answer it. More often than not, standing on the threshold would be one woman after another -- each of them gorgeous enough to be models. Steven would come over to welcome them, and they would disappear for hours down into the basement. I couldn't help myself... after weeks of this, I found myself becoming a bit jealous and even more curious as to what he was hiding down there.

I'd been his employee for about a month and a half when Steven asked, "Would you like to go on a business trip with me to the West Coast on a buying mission?" I was thrilled to be asked along. For this trip Steven again showed what a really nice person he is, displaying that he had deep pockets where money and luxury was concerned. Since he'd always treated me wonderfully and with respect, I found myself falling for him and wanting him. I found myself staring at him and dreaming of us together as we were chauffeured to the airport.

We flew first class to the West Coast and another car met us near the arrival gate. Once we were ensconced in it, we were driven to a major hotel where I was given my own room on the same floor as Steven's. In addition to some incidental sightseeing, we visited several shops which were fetish related. Such places were real eye openers for me. When we visited a latex shop I thought my eyes might pop out. In a whispered conversation, I felt I had to ask him about why we were going to such places. Steven told me, "I use these things in my video production business, Clare." I think perhaps he was testing me, seeing if I'd act indignant or shocked. This was the first time he'd clearly stated his real business, but since I'd already suspected something of this sort, I took his explanation in stride, which pleased him.

Therefore when he held up a latex catsuit with an attached hood and asked me, "Would you please try this one on?" my eyes probably widened. I tried to act very sophisticated and nonchalant, but I fear that when suddenly faced with that question I must've blushed a bit. Nevertheless, I agreed, but I had to get help from the saleswoman in the store since I'd never tried to wear anything like that before. After stripping off in a changing room, I was very surprised how the garment fit me like a second skin, completely covering me from head to toe except for my hands. The hood had openings for the eyes and the mouth. I stepped out and stood nervously as he examined me in the catsuit. Nodding, he said, "Clare, you look very sexy and beautiful." But then he grasped his chin in thought, and added, "But it still needs something."

He whispered some instruction to the saleswoman, causing her to nod as she disappeared. I was standing in front of a full length mirror admiring myself when he placed a tall collar around my neck. A moment later I heard the lock snap shut, locking me into the collar, which also made removing the suit impossible. I was startled by this new addition, but the more I studied the effect in that mirror the more I realized that it made me look even more sexy. Steven stepped up behind me, looking into the mirror with me. Then I felt his hands run over my ass and that thrilled me very much since that was the first time he'd ever touched me in such a manner.

Still looking into my eyes in the mirror, he said, "Clare, this latex suit shows off your figure delightfully, especially your tits and ass. Look how it transforms you into a mysteriously hot woman." Needless to say he bought me the whole outfit plus a pair of shoes to go with it. I was amazed at what a really hot look it created. The added collar was definitely a 'must' have. I changed back to myself so we could continue. Any major purchases that he made were scheduled to be shipped back home. We visited a couple of other shops for minor purchases before we went back to the hotel and had dinner.

First Steven asked me how wearing that suit had made me feel. I may have blushed a little when I honestly shared with him how in my mind it transformed me into a mysterious woman, and... a powerful one, at that. Steven grinned when he heard my statements, and murmured, "You'll have to earn your keep now." I didn't understand his meaning at the time, and I'd just taken a bite of the delicious dinner and our conversation immediately went on to a discussion of the sights of this city.

Two days later, when we got home and had unpacked, Steven casually stated, "Clare, I'd like you to put on your new latex outfit, including the shoes, and then join me in my office."

I ran to my room, washed a bit, shaved my legs carefully and then, remembering what the saleslady had showed me, carefully pulled the tight latex up my body until I was covered from head to toe. Looking through the eye holes, I even managed to put the new heels on. As I headed downstairs I used the hand railing, being careful not to fall down the stairs. The descent was steep and I wasn't use to walking in such heels. But in my mind I was still thrilled at how hot and mysterious this outfit made me look and feel.

I knocked at his office door and was told to enter. He leaned back in his chair, scanning me with his eyes as he asked me to take a turn before him so he could see me from all sides. After this evaluation, he smiled and asked, "Clare, how would you like to be my next star?" I still had no true idea what he meant but with the way I was feeling and the fact that I trusted him fully by then, I simply said 'yes' in answer to his question.

Showing me a big smile as he got up from behind his desk, he walked around it and held out his hand for mine. Once we were holding hands, he led me to the basement door. I swallowed hard and trembled a little as we descended into his secret world that he'd kept from me until this moment. At the bottom of the steps he unlocked a door that until then had blocked our progress and we entered.

The only way I could describe the room we entered was to call it a video studio. There were light stands and two video cameras with tripods supporting them in position. Steven showed me around, pointing out a small control room with monitors and a few other things about whose purpose I had no idea. All I saw was that they had lights blinking and dials moving. This room reminded me of a mad scientist's lab from old movies with all the blinking green and red lights. Taking my hand again, Steven walked me out into the middle of the area between the video cameras and told me to stand there. He went to the control room and the lights became brighter. I heard his voice saying, "Clare, take a quarter turn." After a pause he told me to do it again... and then again. Finally my last turn had me again facing him. Then his voice said, "Turn your back to me, and look over your shoulder toward me."

At that point, he rushed out and placed the collar from the store on my neck. In a moment, I heard the lock click closed. My hands went to my neck and I confirmed that, yes, the collar was truly there. Steven then handed me a riding crop and told me, "When I'm back in the control room, I want you to swish that crop in the air and then tap it on your leg and hand, staring right at me." As I performed the movements he'd dictated, I felt very naughty, imagining myself as the mysterious latex Mistress. Very pleased, he approached me, gave me a congratulatory hug, informing me, "Clare, you'll be my new star with a series of videos under the title 'MISTRESS SURRENDER'." Later that night, I saw the test video that he'd made and I couldn't believe that imperious looking woman was me. She looked so sexy and commanding that if I walked into a room and saw her like that, I'd be tempted to drop to my knees.

During the next several weeks, things had progressed really well. We were now shooting our latest video -- number five. We'd even done still pictures outside in different locations during good weather. My head was always hidden inside the latex hood, so I remained safely anonymous.

I've grown to love Steven's attention and his kindness that brought me back to life. I've met and worked with several of the models and they're all down to earth and really nice women. Of course, as we started out, I had to learn the skills of acting as a Mistress. It wasn't difficult to swish the riding crop around or tap it on the palm of my hand as I commanded them to strip off all of their clothes. Seeing them all naked was a voyeur's dream come true. I could also easily order them to get on their hands and knees and crawl over to me, and worship my feet and hands. These were actions suggested by Steven.

Steven also dreamed up a scenario in which a naughty nude model had to drape herself over my knees as I sat to administer a disciplinary spanking with my hands. We had some discussions ahead of time about how hard I should strike her ass, and she assured me that it would be fine with her if I spanked until her buttocks glowed a bright red. I admit I spanked softly at first, but then I really got into it, because I liked seeing her butt cheeks wobbling from my impacts. Little did I know that the woman in question sought this painful humiliation. But that became obvious when she climaxed on my lap, and her cum juices ran down my latex covered leg. Steven had been waiting for that moment and captured it in a high speed closeup, so he could play the results of that orgasm back in slow motion.

On another scenario, reacting to my verbal commands, this particular nude model was sitting on the floor leaning back against a wall. The toes of my ankle strapped heels were lightly resting on the woman's widely spread apart knees, keeping her pussy well exposed. My orders to her were that she needed to masturbate herself to orgasm while I watched. Not only was I watching her fingering and diddling herself, but one of Steven's cameras stayed focused on her pussy the entire time, while the other cameras were free to show my body as I held her open, along with closeups from time to time of her facial expressions, breast movements and nipple arousal, and even her tummy muscle contractions and her toes curling as her arousal built. Yes, Steven had to add a couple more cameras on tripods for that video, but his control room handled them all smoothly. He demonstrated amazing videography!

Steven had a device like a padded wooden saw horse to which I had to practice binding one of his nude models. Then I was to stroll around her in my latex catsuit and slap her helpless and vulnerable body from time to time with the riding crop. Tying her to the device was simple to do. But we had a few rehearsals so I could practice swishing the riding crop in a menacing manner and so she and I could agree on how hard to hit the various parts of her anatomy. It was agreed that the swats had to be hard enough to sting, so Steven could capture excellent facial expressions. And in hindsight, I shouldn't have been so surprised that areas like her back, buttocks and thighs needed a much harder slap to cause the sting, whereas the side of her torso, the main side flesh of her breasts and also her feet needed a less hard slap. And the gentlest slaps had to be made on her nipples and pussy. I was pleased that I managed to stimulate her so properly that ultimately she also achieved an orgasm, which was caught on the video. Steven was very thrilled, and praised us both.

Next I had to learn how to restrain one of his nude models on top of a large wooden raised horizontal X shaped device. Steven explained, "This device is similar to a St. Andrew's Cross with some small modifications since it's not braced upright. It has a small padded platform where the two beams cross so there is support for the victim's butt and back. And it also has a head support connected between the two 'upper' arms. Judith, climb up those two side steps and first position your butt and torso at the center. Then place your legs out along the two 'lower' arms. Then gracefully ease your head back onto its support as you stretch your arms out along its 'upper' arms. Then Clare can bind you like that." We were glad he was so clear with his instructions and gave Judith several rehearsals so she could do all that gracefully. Then I needed a couple of rehearsals to learn to bind her skillfully.

Steven then thought we were ready for the actual shoot, once he positioned his cameras. But Judith and I knew better. While he was busy, we had a quiet chat. My job in this scene was to perform cunnilingus on her. That was no problem for either of us, since we both were bisexual, and the eye holes and mouth hole in my hood would let me see to eat her out. But she was supposed to have a real orgasm, not a fake one, so we had to discuss the actions that aroused her and what actions actually turned her off. By the end of our discussion we were both giggling like naughty schoolgirls, but we were now confident that not only could we achieve what he wanted, but that we'd also both enjoy it immensely.

For the actual movie, a lovely naked Judith crawled submissively toward the device. At one point she slowed as if a little uncertain, and got a nice swat from my riding crop to get her back to speed. Getting her to climb up onto it, stretch out on it, and then tying her wrists and ankles in place went smoothly, and my body language expressed my dominance as I did all this. Steven was able to zoom in on her facial expressions as she became more and more helpless, and the cameras revealed how her nipples stiffened and her pussy lips started swelling as her body betrayed her growing arousal. Her pussy actually started to drip before I moved into position to lap at it with my tongue, tasting her. Judith had shared with me where to touch her body to maximize her arousal, where and how to lick the area around her pussy and we knew that Steven wanted a shot of my stiff tongue penetrating her. She was truly moaning with need by then, nothing faked.

After dining on her luscious pussy for a while, I moved my head to one side as I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips wide open. I did this because Steven had coached me ahead of time to do this, because he wanted a closeup of her completely exposed sex, churning with need. By this point, the tissues between her pussy lips were very active, and her honey pot juices kept welling up and spilling out. I dove back in place and sucked and swallowed greedily and noisily, making Judith howl with the sensations. Then I gave the camera another look at her exposed sex as one of my fingers pressed back her clit hood and quite a bit of her stiffened clit came clearly into view. Then I covered her clit with my mouth and sucked gently, because Judith had told me that such sensations usually can trigger her. In seconds, her muscles started contracting all over her body as she tugged at the rope restraints. He got closeups of her hands balling into fists, and her toes curling as the beginnings of her climax coursed through her body. Finally, he captured a marvelous view of her facial expressions as she screamed and bucked against my mouth, her orgasm taking control. Her cum was delicious.

For this, our current fifth video, Steven had something special in mind. Two of his models, Sara and Kiki, were lesbian lovers in real life. So he arranged the following scene. On our 'stage' he placed and ornate chair that was to be the throne for Mistress Surrender. The stage would show only that throne as the scene opened. But then I'd lead in the two nude women who were collared and leashed, submissively crawling on hands and knees behind me. I also carried my habitual riding crop. When we reached my throne, I sat down, commanding, "Kneel before me, pets." They then knelt facing me, knees wide apart, with their hands placed palm up on their thighs. Their heads automatically bowed in submission.

"Now look at me," I ordered. When their faces looked into mine, I stated, "I'm bored, so you'll entertain me." I pointed at Sara with my riding crop, telling her, "You! You will shove the other pet onto her back and then begin ravishing her with your mouth, tongue and fingers. If I feel you're not exerting your maximum efforts to make her cum, you'll feel my crop on your ass. Now begin!"

Sara immediately turned to Kiki and pressed her over onto her back. Understanding what was expected of her, Kiki instantly spread her legs wide apart. Sara knew her partner's needs well, and after stretching out on her tummy with her face over Kiki's sex, began pleasuring her. But for this video, she deliberately slowed down a time or two, so I could give her lovely bare ass cheeks a stinging swat with my riding crop. When I did this, Sara would cry out, "Ow! Sorry, Mistress," and continue performing cunnilingus with renewed fervor.

When Kiki finally experienced a true orgasm, Sara drank her gift noisily, and then lifted her face from Kiki's pussy. Sounding disappointed and a little angry, I immediately said, "Pet, did I tell you to stop?" Looking convincingly startled, Sara inserted several fingers into Kiki's love tunnel, now finger fucking her hard. Sara's free hand anointed itself with the copious juices and started thrumming Kiki's clit.

Kiki's eyes flew wide open and she half sat up, moaning, "No... no... it's too sensitive... I can't... I can't..." There was a long pause with Sara never ceasing her efforts. Kiki flopped down onto her back again. It looked like her hips started an involuntary humping motion as Kiki moaned loudly, "Oh Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I guess... guess... I can... after all!" Her hands flew to her breasts, grasping, pinching and rolling her nipples as the muscle cords in her neck stood out in contraction. "Yes! Yes, I'm cumming!" she shrieked and thrashed helplessly. Fluids flew out from her contracting pussy and splashed against Sara's face.

"Perfect. You may stop now, pet," I told Sara. She quickly obeyed and Kiki slumped and sighed with relief. "You both have 2 minutes to recover and trade places," I informed them, swishing the riding crop for emphasis. Sara had no need to recover, so she helped Kiki roll over onto her tummy and then rotate 180 degrees along the floor to move her head to where her feet had been. Then Sara slumped down onto her back and, spreading her legs wide apart, scooted until her pussy was against Kiki's forehead. She took no chances, lifting Kiki's head by her hair and then resting her lover's mouth right on her pussy.

"Time's up. Begin now," I ordered imperiously, giving Kiki a light tap on her back with the riding crop. Kiki stirred into action, either because of the tap on her back, or the scent of her lover's oozing pussy pressed against her lips -- probably both. Luckily she also had muscle memory from their habitual lovemaking as partners. Her hands went into action, plunging, stroking, kneading, pinching and caressing. And not just at Sara's pussy, although her mouth was busy there. But her hands wandered from Sara's face and neck down along her arms, onto her breasts and tummy, and even her thighs and knees. It wasn't difficult to arouse Sara, since giving Kiki two intense orgasms was fresh in her mind, stoking her libido. Her moaning soon echoed loudly in the room.

Kiki almost forgot to purposefully slow down so I could discipline her. Just before she brought Sara to her peak, she remembered and visibly slowed. Now Sara moaned in frustration because she was so close. Improvising a bit, I smacked Kiki's ass cheek with my riding crop, telling her, "Don't stop now, pet. And after she cums, don't stop until I order you to do so."

Kiki was galvanized into action again, and quickly helped Sara to climax! Ignoring Sara's howls of release, Kiki started fingering her lover's pussy even harder. And she added spitting on her finger and worming it up into Sara's tight puckered anus, having the presence of mind to lift her friend's butt up enough to let Steven's camera zoom in on that naughty backdoor impalement. Sara was now shrieking and begging her to stop, but Kiki's hands and mouth had control of Sara's pelvis, so there was no way in which she could squirm and free herself. Kiki dutifully forced a second mind-blowing orgasm from Sara. And this one was so intense that her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets, and the only sound she made was gasping for air as she slumped. Since I hadn't told Kiki to stop, she resolutely continued sucking and fingering. But then I tapped her on the shoulder with the riding crop, stating, "That's enough, pet. Well done."

Kiki slid her body up alongside Sara's, kissing her gently as Steven faded the scene to black. It had all the elements of dominance and submission, exhibitionism, voyeurism, discipline, and obedience, hot sexy entertainment, real orgasms, and ended with a scene of caring and love. It was great. After his models recovered, they shared some food and drink with Steven, then they dressed and departed. Meanwhile, I was busy stripping off my latex suit in my bedroom and showering my body clean from my sweat and, yes, also from my own arousal juices. Watching those two women had really turned me on. They'd left before I wrapped myself in a warm, fluffy bathrobe, so they never saw my face. I was still the mysterious Mistress Surrender to them.

A couple of days later, Steven had the video all edited, so we cuddled on the sofa and watched it together. When it was over, I thought it was his best video yet, and told him so. I was so effusive in my praise that I actually saw him blush. Perhaps to deflect me, he asked, "So how do you like being Mistress Surrender?"

"Well, I like it fine... only..." My voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Only? Only what, my dear?" he asked.

I decided to tell him. "Only when I'm in that suit, nothing sexual can be done to me. I realize that I'm not as gorgeous as your models, Steven. But seeing them experiencing all those orgasms when I'm trapped in that suit can be really frustrating. Please don't think that I'm ungrateful to you. I remember how you found me, and instead of walking by, you rescued me. You fed me, took me into your home so I could clean up, get warm, and get a good night's sleep. You even offered me a job and a place to stay and took me on that magical buying trip that again changed my life."

"Let's not forget how you got into that situation in the first place, burning through your savings taking care of your sick mother, getting downsized out of your job," Steven said, hugging me. "And let's also not forget how you worked so hard at your job here, not judging me for my kinky lifestyle, and even enhancing my work by embracing that new persona as Mistress Surrender."

"All that was easy for me, Steven, because you are the nicest, most considerate, loving and caring man I've ever met," I told him, somehow not able to look into his eyes as I confessed this. I took a deep breath for courage. "You're also the sexiest man I know, which is why I wish I was as lovely and desirable as your models."

He gently took hold of my chin to urge me to face him and look into his eyes. "Clare, you outshine all those models. Yes, they have beautiful bodies. But you not only have a body just as beautiful, you also have a beautiful mind, heart, and spirit. I've known this for a long time, but was afraid to say anything, not wanting to ruin it if you felt differently."

"You mean you want me as much as I want you?" I asked, a little breathless.

"Let me ask you this, Clare... if I stripped all your clothes off you, right here on this sofa, would you slap me?"

"Steven, if you stripped me naked, I'd kiss you and fuck you, if you'd permit it," I answered with a naughty grin.

His hands trembled with emotion as he fumbled with my blouse's buttons. It was a good thing I wasn't wearing a bra because his fingers might've gotten tangled in it if he tried to undo it. He had no problem getting my shorts off, and I raised my hips a little to help him there, and also for the removal of my panties. As he started lowering his face toward my bare pussy, I stated, "Hey! No fair! I want to see you naked too!" I'd never seen anyone remove his clothing that fast in response.

Soon I was receiving an emotionally-charged cunnilingus that quickly made me hyperventilate as my toes curled when I climaxed for him for the first time. The second time I came was when he fucked my on that sofa. Actually, he didn't fuck me -- he made love to me and completely won my heart. We saved the intense fucking for a new series of heterosexual videos in which we both participated. Of course, for those I needed a different wardrobe -- some clothes that made me more accessible for fantastic sex. Sometimes I was the masked submissive in those, rather than the dominant. That gave Steven the opportunity to try something we both anticipated -- Steven claiming my anal cherry while on camera! Thank goodness I'd practiced with butt plugs and anal dildos in preparation for that role! But one of our best sellers was titled 'Mistress Surrender Takes a Lover' in which we both starred. Yes, I had to remove the catsuit while on camera, but for the removal of the hood, I had my back turned, and he replaced my hood with an ornate face mask. The mystery of Mistress Surrender remained intact... at least for now.