Chapter 9: The Film

Mary becomes a film star

After the weekend when we got a new red stone and a new green stone for Mary’s choker, on Monday, our curious colleague from accounting came over to check if indeed the choker had a new red bead. Some other colleagues who had been at the lunch also commented on what a good couple we were. I thought, ‘if you only knew what we had to endure’.

On Wednesday, Mary had her now customary date with Kevin at our house. Matthew made me watch the footage when I got home from work, so I could see how Mary was enjoying herself with another man. As on previous occasions, a host of conflicting feelings and sensations came over me: jealousy at seeing her enjoying herself with another man, helplessness at being forced to do what we were doing, envy at not being able to be with her, and satisfaction that, since she was being forced to have sex with another man, at least it should be pleasurable.

After we finished watching the video of Kevin and Mary, Matthew said, “Tomorrow, Mary and I are going to shoot other scenes with Mary in them, but this will be a professional video.”

We both exclaimed, “What! What do you mean?”

Matthew replied, “I have a friend who makes porn movies. And they pay good money to the actresses. So I thought Mary could participate, and I could get good money easily.”

Mary replied firmly, “I’m not going to do it. It’s bad enough what you’re forcing me to do without also being in a movie.”

But Matthew insisted, “Either you do this film or all the footage I have of you, including the last few, goes public. And you know what that would mean for you.”

I tried to convince him, “But if you make a professional film and then it gets distributed, it will be the same as releasing the ones you already have. Someone will see it, and in any case, we will lose our jobs, and it will be humiliating for us to be seen.”

I think Matthew started to have doubts, but he kept insisting, “It won’t be the same because it’s not clear who will be able to see it, and you might not lose our jobs. And besides, if I don’t make public the recordings that could incriminate you criminally, you won’t go to jail. Either Mary makes the film or you both go to jail.”

Mary tried to convince him, increasingly desperate: “Please, I can’t make a film.”

But Matthew was adamant: “ Either you make the film or I ruin your lives and you go to jail.”

Mary tried to find a solution: “I can agree to do the film, but with a mask and dyed as Molly so that no one can recognise me.”

Matthew thought about it and finally replied, “Well, I think that might be an option. I’ll check it out.”

After exchanging a few messages, Matthew said, “Well, it’s okay for Mary to wear a mask, so tomorrow Mary and I will go to my hometown, to my friend’s studio. At the office, we’ll say we’re going to visit some clients, and you, Charley, will go to the office, so the three of us won’t miss work and draw attention to ourselves. If anyone asks, you tell them we’re visiting new clients.”

I didn’t like Mary going alone to a porn film shoot. I didn’t know what they might do to her, so I tried to argue, “It would be better if I were there.”

“No need,” Matthew replied. “I’ll be there. We’ll tell you how it went in the evening. And you’ll even get to see the first cut.”

That night, I had trouble falling asleep. Even though Matthew had forced Mary to have sex with other men, a porn film seemed like a big step. What would happen on the set? Would there be more than one man? What kind of scenes?

The next morning, Mary dyed her hair and wore contact lenses that changed the colour of her eyes, just as she had done many times when she transformed herself into Molly. Matthew told her not to worry about clothes. They would give her what she needed. They left in one car, and I took the other car to the office, very uneasy.

During the day, I sent several messages to Mary, asking her how she was. She only replied at noon with a short message: ‘Fine. Tired. No worries. We stopped for lunch.’

In the afternoon after work, I rushed home, and they weren’t there. I made dinner and waited for them to come back.

They arrived very late. Mary hardly uttered a word, except to mumble, “I can’t take it anymore. I’m exhausted.”

After eating a little of the dinner, they both went to bed. Matthew handed me a USB drive and said, “For your amusement, here’s a first draft of the movie.”

Even though it was very late, impatience was gnawing at me. I couldn’t wait to see what had happened and what Mary had endured.

I plugged the USB into the television and started the video. A title appeared on the screen: ‘Training of a Disobedient Slave’ which did not reassure me at all about what Mary might have suffered.

There appeared a label on the screen that read ‘Day 1’.

On the screen appeared a man in a mask, who I thought I recognised as Matthew, followed by Mary in a mask as well. They were dressed in normal street clothes. They were in front of a door. Matthew knocked on the door, and a woman about 50 years old opened it. She was wearing a short black leather skirt, a tight-fitting black corset, and high boots. Her body was very athletic and large, with very pronounced hips and breasts highlighted by the corset. Her hair was blonde and tied up in a bun; blue eyes with an intense and cold gaze; a firm mouth and chin. Her whole image conveyed an air of security, firmness, and ruthlessness.

After entering, Matthew said, “Mistress Helen, this slave is not submissive and does not obey well. I need her to be trained.”

“Don’t you worry,” the woman replied. “I will see to it that she becomes a very submissive slave and obeys her master’s slightest wishes.”

Matthew said, “Perfect. I will return when she is trained,” and left.

Mary stood, waiting. Mistress Helen gave her a command, “Undress, slave.”

Mary undressed, removing the blouse and skirt she wore, as well as her shoes. She wore no panties or bra.

Mistress Helen commented, “Good. I see that at least your master has taught you not to wear underwear to make yourself more accessible to him or his friends. Generally, men do not know how to train a slave well. They are too primitive and do not know how to properly inflict pleasure and pain on a woman’s body. I also see that he has branded you with rings with his initials on them. I would have added a tattoo or a brand to the fire, but we can leave that for another visit.”

At those words, I was startled, and I think Mary was too, and I thought I noticed a slight shudder in her body, although when Helen said it wasn’t for now, I think we were both relieved.

Mistress Helen then put a leather collar around Mary’s neck and secured it with a small padlock. She then put leather cuffs around Mary’s wrists and ankles and locked them with small padlocks. She took Mary’s collar ring with one finger and guided her to the other side of the room, where there were various devices. She placed her under two chains hanging from the ceiling and attached the handcuffs to the chains. She then pulled on the chains until her arms were in tension and spread apart, about 45 degrees. In this position, Mary had to stand almost on tiptoe to reduce the tension in her arms.

She then attached the ankle cuffs to chains attached to rings on the floor. Again, she pulled the chains until Mary’s legs were wide apart and locked them in that position. Mary was left with her arms and legs in an X shape and with her limbs tightly stretched.

Next, Mistress Helen took a very large ball gag and forced it into Mary’s mouth with great effort, given the size. The ball gag was rubbery and filled Mary’s mouth, forcing her jaw to open as wide as it would go. She then pulled the straps of the ball gag tightly behind Mary’s head.

Mary’s posture began to worry me. She had to be very uncomfortable, and that would become more so as time went on. And her putting the gag on Mary could indicate that she wanted to silence Mary’s screams.

Mistress Helen went to a cupboard and picked up a riding crop. She approached Mary and circled her like a bird of prey preparing to attack its victim. She ran the tip of the whip across Mary’s naked body, causing her to flinch.

After several turns, she stood behind Mary and said, “A slave cannot be disobedient, and you seem to be. You will have to be tamed a little until you take your place. And for that, nothing is better than a riding crop.”

After those words, Mistress Helen drew her arm back and unloaded a heavy blow on Mary’s buttocks. The blow resounded like a loud crack, and Mary’s whole body shuddered. A muffled yelp was heard through the gag.

Mistress Helen continued to apply blows to Mary’s ass, who moaned loudly behind the gag, breathing noisily through her nose. After several minutes, the camera, which until then had shown Mary’s front, made a circular movement around Mary and showed her from behind. Her buttocks were very red. Mistress Helen then moved on to using the riding crop on the backs of Mary’s legs and on her back.

When she considered that she had sufficiently whipped Mary’s backside, Mistress Helen moved to stand in front of her and began to whip her belly and legs with the riding crop until they were equally red. The camera panned back to show Mary’s front.

By this time, Mary was sobbing, her eyes filled with tears, and she had dropped, her whole body hanging by her wrists.

Mistress Helen stopped and said, “I have saved my favourite areas for the end, a woman’s most sensitive areas, ideal for breaking a disobedient slave. I hope you learn your lesson.”

After these words, Mistress Helen directed several hard blows with the riding crop at each of Mary’s breasts. Mary’s whole body shuddered and trembled with each blow, especially when the whip struck her nipples. Then she stopped for a moment, traced a circle up and down, applied a blow to Mary’s labia and clitoris, which make her let out an audible yelp even with the ball gag, and hung again from the wrist cuffs.

Mistress Helen released the riding crop and stroked Mary’s head as she said, “Surely you’ve learned to obey your masters by now, haven’t you?”

Mary nodded weakly.

Mistress Helen continued, “But the training doesn’t stop there. You must not only ‘think’; you have to obey. You have to ‘want it’; you must expel even the slightest desire to fight from your head. You have to be eager to obey and satisfy your master’s slightest desires. We have begun, but we still have a long way to go.”

After this, Mistress Helen took a bottle of gel from the cupboard and began to slowly apply it all over Mary’s body. As she spread the gel all over Mary’s skin, almost lovingly, gently massaging it in, she said, “This will soothe the itching and pain and allow us to move on to the next phase. The training of a slave cannot only be achieved with pain; pleasure and desire are even more effective.”

Mistress Helen slowly spread the gel all over Mary’s body: arms, legs, torso, buttocks, back, and neck, until her whole body glistened. The image of Mary’s beautiful body thus exposed, glistening, glowing, and stretched out, as if offering herself with her breasts raised and highlighted by the position of her arms, was really exciting. Mistress Helen’s hands slid over and caressed every inch of Mary’s skin, sliding over the gel-covered skin.

She removed the ball gag from Mary, who moved her jaw, sore from being so open for so long, but said nothing and continued the massage. Mistress Helen’s hands caressed Mary’s body with an increasingly erotic touch. They focused more on her breasts, hips, and buttocks; they pinched her nipples, letting them slip through her gel-slick fingers; they moved more and more frequently between Mary’s legs, caressing her vaginal lips and fiddling with her clitoris.

Mary’s pain and discomfort had apparently disappeared, and the massage had not only soothed her but was also turning her on. She had closed her eyes, and her breathing was quickening. Mistress Helen’s skillful hands were brushing over the right spots and titillating the nerve endings in Mary’s skin, which had become highly sensitised after being flogged. There was no doubt that Mistress Helen knew a woman’s body perfectly and knew where and how to touch it to bring her to the brink of climax.

Mistress Helen stood behind Mary, and her hands focused on two areas: with her right hand, she caressed her breasts, kneading them and running her thumb over the nipples, and with her left hand, she caressed Mary’s vaginal lips, occasionally inserting one or two fingers into her vagina.

The camera zoomed in on Mary’s breasts or vagina from time to time, showing in close-up how Mistress Helen’s hands caressed her, how her nipples were erect and hard, and how Mistress Helen’s fingers went deep into Mary’s vagina, which was already soaking wet and whose labia were red and swollen.

Mary gasped and moaned, her flushed chest rising and falling, her lips parted, and her cheeks blushing.

After a few minutes, from Mary’s lips came an almost inaudible, “Please...”

Mistress Helen continued, ignoring Mary, with two fingers thrust into Mary’s vagina and her palm pressing on her clitoris.

After a while, Mary repeated, louder, “Please...”

Mistress Helen stopped and asked her, in a condescending tone, knowing what Mary wanted to express, “Yes?”

“Please, I need to cum. I can’t take it anymore. Let me cum.”

“No. Slaves only cum when their masters want them to. Their masters’ pleasure comes first. And only obedient slaves can cum.”

“Please ... I’ll do anything...” said Mary in a weak voice.

Mistress Helen ignored her and continued to arouse her, stopping just as it seemed to her that Mary was about to climax, changing the pace or the point at which she stroked her.

Mary’s body glistened with sweat from every pore of her body, and it was mixed with the gel that had been applied to her. Although very limited in her movements, she sometimes tried to move her body to increase the contact and pressure with the hands that Mistress Helen ran over her breasts or her sex, but Mistress Helen quickly moved to prevent that movement from allowing her to climax.

Finally, Mistress Helen untied Mary’s hands, and before Mary could bring them to her sex to achieve the orgasm she so desperately desired, she attached the leather cuffs behind her back. Then she released the ankles, and attaching a leash to Mary’s collar led her to another part of the room where there was a cage on the floor. It was a small cage, about 1 m wide, 1.5 m long, and 1 m high.

She opened the door, ordered Mary into the cage, and then closed the cage. Mary could not stretch out or sit up. Mistress Helen tied the leash to the side of the cage, restricting Mary’s movement even further. She remained curled up on the floor, which was cushioned. She tried to rub her legs or bring her tied hands to her sex to reach the desired climax, but to no avail. After many desperate attempts, she dropped down and fell asleep, overcome by exhaustion.

After a few minutes, during which the camera slowly panned around the cage, showing Mary’s panting body, the image faded to black, and after a few moments, a label ‘Day 2’ appeared.