Chapter 11: Moth

I spent the night with Isabell again. Her tongue technique was really good, and the after-effects of my afternoon session had kept me from calming down. Isabell, on the other hand, was completely satisfied with just making me come. She had pleasured herself during her afternoon show. She often had real orgasms in front of the camera, she explained to me. For the afternoon, I decided to work for myself again. That way, I could also show Holger that everything was fine.

While Isabell and I were having breakfast together, a message came in from Thomas. The trailer was ready. We immediately sat down in front of the screen on the bed and watched the work of art. The team had edited yesterday’s footage into the scenes I was already familiar with. The result was fantastic. The torture scenes looked so real that any Hollywood production would have been jealous. Sure, I had felt real pain, and neither the needles nor the other torture implements were fake, but the effect in the film looked so exaggerated that I almost felt sorry for myself. Isabell’s mouth also remained open. “They did that to you? I thought you were exaggerating a little, but I’m really surprised you were able to walk yesterday. Not to mention anything else. My poor little fox. You’re tougher than I thought.” She kissed me sympathetically.

“No,” I pushed her away. “Stop it. If you start that again, we both know how it will end. And I need a break.” I acted exaggeratedly whiny.

“All right, but I have a claim on you this afternoon, after all, I won yesterday,” she laughed.

“Wait, was it about coming faster, better, or more often? We didn’t clarify that at all beforehand,” I pointed out.

“Whatever, I won two out of three! My tongue technique is unmatched.”

I didn’t disagree. “So, how are we going to handle this? Me twice as your slave, you once as mine?”

“Agreed, that will definitely increase our clicks. We’ll start here at my place at 4:00 p.m., okay?”

What choice did I have but to agree?

A message popped up from Thomas asking how I liked the trailer. I replied that I was thrilled.

“Good, because it’s been online for 30 minutes and the clicks are threatening to crash the servers!” Thomas complained.

Later that morning, I first went to the reception to pick up my mail, including my pay from the last shoot, and then returned to my apartment. Then I started up my tablet and continued researching the house and the basement. In doing so, I found the in-house groups. There were actually joint group activities in the house. No self-defense, but Zumba, autogenic training, a sauna, and a jogging group.

And all women only. Admittedly, Camboys were generally in the minority, but I would have expected one or two male tenants here. However, as I had already learned, men here were either employees or visitors. Not a single heterosexual couple seemed to live in the house. This fueled my suspicion that Rebecca also had a preference for women.

I myself was flexible in that regard and thoroughly enjoyed masculine characteristics and physical attributes. For almost two years, I had lived with a slightly older man who had shown me my innermost self. But the relationship was doomed to failure because I wasn’t submissive enough and he wasn’t dominant enough to tame me. But sometimes I still missed him, especially his snakewhip, which he wielded with true mastery. Many times I had felt as if I had been beaten to pieces, only to be amazed to find that I didn’t even have a scar left. He had actually managed to whip me to orgasm on a regular basis. However, when I thought of Jelena, I believed that she could do the same if she wanted to.

I hadn’t seen Rebecca with a whip yet, but I was far from having watched all the videos on the website. She was probably more frequently seen in the older ones. The scope of the site was truly surprising: available in 21 languages, with several thousand images and films, it covered everything related to fetish and BDSM.

And no one knew where they were filmed. At least some of them here in Germany, as I had now discovered, but that was the least of it. The outdoor shots looked like they were taken in southern countries.

I still didn’t understand exactly how the secrecy worked. With such a large number of performers, something was bound to leak out. Of course, there was a financial incentive to keep quiet even after actively leaving the company. They continued to receive a share of the profits from the films, but it was relatively little money. To be able to live on it, they would have had to work here for quite some time. So that couldn’t be it. All that remained was fear, intimidation, and corruption.

However, there has been no evidence of this so far. Their financial practices operated in a gray area. Although they paid neither social security contributions nor taxes in Germany, this was actually legal because the company was based abroad and its employees were declared as freelancers.

That was probably why no German authority had been motivated to investigate the site so far. I hadn’t been able to identify any real crimes here either, apart from administrative offenses against building regulations. I didn’t know exactly what my clients were hoping to find here.

At least I had been able to provide them with insight into the financial transactions, which they could now pursue through other channels. With that, I had already fulfilled a large part of my assignment, or so I thought.

I skimmed through the update Thomas had sent me. Apparently, I was eagerly collecting favorite points, and users were already submitting ideas on how they would like to see me tortured. Charly would use this to create the next script, but I would also have the opportunity to contribute my ideas. I hadn’t submitted my ideas yet, so I should do that as soon as possible.