s7e5: Bianca Woodman (52)

Series 7, Episode 5: Bianca Woodman (52), from Sunderland

We open on the kind of ugly post-modern concrete structure that was all-too-popular in the UK in the 70s and 80s. Low, oddly shaped, drab coloured. Attempts at landscaping have failed to make it look any more impressive. Light rain falls against a grey sky.

Inside, we see council workers hard at work (for the cameras), before we come to rest on one particular member of staff, walking along a corridor ahead of us, a couple of files under one arm. She’s slim, average height, with shaggy auburn hair hanging down over her shoulders.

She’s middle-aged and has certainly seen better days – her face is a little puffy and she’s wearing heavy make-up. Not unattractive, but no cover girl. Little Ms Average. She sims prim and proper, the very model of a civil servant. She wears a neat business suit, knee length skirt, blouse and jacket, everything neatly buttoned up to show off a figure that is a little pear shaped, but not overly so, and sensible heels. She does all she can to ignore the camera as she carries her files into her office – but a little look into the lens and a half-smile gives away her excited mood.

We hear her in voice-over, her accent light and polite, but with a distinct north-eastern twang. It suits her. “I’m Bianca Woodman. I’m 52, and I work for the Sunderland City Council.”

We cut to a ‘dungeon’ – actually the darkened back room of a detached home in the suburbs of Sunderland.

We pan across the walls to see various tools-of-the-trade – whips, dildos, strapon harnesses, nipple clamps, ropes, a roll of duct-tape, etc., hang from hooks on the wall, there’s a cross/wrack, and a bedframe with handcuffs attached to the bedhead ... Then we come to rest on a pair of boots...

Four-inch heels, the leather right up to the thigh ... We continue up and find that the woman in the boots isn’t wearing panties – but a leather harness that’s holding a 12-inch magnum black dildo ... Up further to see a tight leather corset that holds her waist in ridiculously tight, and pushes her boobs right up (her pierced nipples visible over the front of the leather bodice). Her head is down so we can’t see her face, but we do see the Nazi officer’s cap ontop of her slicked down and tied back dark hair.

She looks up and viewer’s suspicions are confirmed - this is the same woman from the council offices. She speaks direct to camera, her black lipstick making her teeth look whiter than white. Now almost snarling her words, trying to sound very posh and authoritative, but not quite hiding that Sunderland accent. “I’m also Mistress B. Your most hedonistic fantasy – or your worst nightmare!”

From now on we cut back and forth between the prim and proper Bianca at her desk in the council offices, and the scary and aggressive Mistress B in her dungeon ... We don’t hear any questions from behind camera, we just hear her answers.

In the basement, “I was quite young, about 15 or 16, and I was seeing an older man ... And he asked me to stick my finger up his bum when I was giving him a blow-job ... So I did ... Then two fingers ... And before he could stop me I had my whole hand up there ... He loved it ... He said it hurt, but he didn’t make me stop ... And that was me started...”

In the office, “I’ve never been married ... I think I’ve scared all my boyfriends away ... Anyway - who’d want to limit themselves to just one man?”

In the basement, “I earn more money from this, than I do from my job at the council, but ... Well, that place is a great way to meet new clients ... I ‘see’ half the council.”

In the office, we see Bianca exchange nods with a passing gent in a suit. “I’ve no particular love for animals ... But I can’t find a man brave enough to use me – I always get the upper hand ... I think they see me being small and think they might hurt me ... I want a lover who will treat me like I treat men ... A thing of amusement...”

In the basement, “My perfect fantasy, would be to be tied up so I could do nothing to stop the dog ... Then just fucked brutally ... Maybe by two or three dogs ... Not stopping no matter what I say...”

In the office, looking around as she says it, “It turns me on to think of all these people watching me do this on television. Only my clients know what I do in my ‘spare’ time ... Everyone else here thinks I’m little miss dainty. I’m looking forward to hearing what they say when they see me in action.”

In the basement, “I’m used to pushing people’s boundaries and making them suffer ... But today it’s my boundaries that will be pushed – hopefully I’ll suffer more than I’ve ever suffered before...” She smirks a little.

In the office, direct to camera, a statement rather than an answer – words that really don’t belong in this mouth. “I’m a filthy fifty-something, and I’m out to show the world what a Mackem whore can do ... I think the UK of Zoo needs a shake up – to see just how perverted and dirty a dogslut can really get!”

Back to the ‘dungeon’, and Bianca is her leather bodice, removing her panties but leaving her boots and bodice on. She steps toward a special padded bondage bench and smiles as she kneels down infront of it, her knees on the special knee-rests, and bends forward so that her belly and chest are resting on the bench itself – her head through an open neck brace, hands down underneath the bench.

She asks for someone to help her ... Our sound-man, Richard, is nominated and reluctantly steps forward (his face blurred out) and lets her talk him through the process of buckling leather straps from the knee rests around her lower legs, another set from the hand-rests around her wrists, and then closing the metal ring around her neck, making sure her hair doesn’t get caught in the hinge or the lock, then attaching a padlock – all of which means she can’t move more than a couple of inches. She gives it one final rattle before looking up, as best she can, to our camera and giving us a very dirty smile, before confirming, “That’s it ... All good ... I’m stuck ... Now ... Whatever I do ... Don’t stop...” She gives us that smile again ... And then we cut to the door of the room...

The door opens and a huge St Bernard enters, looking around – his ears and head rising when he sees that there is a woman already in position and waiting for him ... He’s already off his leash and free to move as he pleases, so he heads straight to her – his big head behind her arse, nose snout between her thighs, his big tongue slopped up the gap to her pussy.

As soon as his cold nose is jammed up against the crack of her arse-cheeks, and his wide tongue begins to slop up between her thighs, our prone guest jerks forward – surprised by the quick start, but not making any attempt to escape. “Ahhhh ... Mmmmm ... Nice... !”

He licks at her pussy for a few seconds before stepping back and looking around at our cameras and crew. Not sure if he can mount her or not...

“Come on, boy ... Fuck me...” She says, doing her best to look over her shoulder but stopped by the padlocked brace around her neck. She turns to look right into the camera that’s aimed at her face from the front, and snarls, “I’m ready to be DOG-fucked...”

Knowing how keen she is to get started, we leave the beast to make his own mind up – letting our guest suffer the frustration of not being in control.

He walks around her side, sniffing at her, and around infront of her, letting her see him properly for the first time. His size ... She’s not at all daunted – although we can tell she’d like to reach out to him as she smiles and makes kissing noises, pouting her lips...

He turns toward her and doesn’t disappoint – his wide tongue slopping experimentally at her face, catching her lips and nose a couple of times before as she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out to meet his licking kisses with her own.

Not usually a kisser, most girls being afraid to get too close to his mouth, Goliath seems to enjoy this ... Licking more intensely, his big tongue slopping over hers, into her mouth, over and over. She tries to catch it between her lips, tasting it, sucking it, getting seriously into it. Looking genuinely frustrated when he backs away and she can do nothing to hold or chase him.

Catching her breath, and with a shiny mouth and chin, she smiles and encourages him to, “Fuck me ... Come on boy ... Come on and fuck me ... Fuck me like a whore!” She watches him as he walks around her again, following him until she can’t twist her neck any further due to the brace. Calling after him, “I’m your fucktoy ... Come on...”

The huge beast still isn’t sure what to do without orders from his handler, so he simply moves around behind her and sits on the floor looking up at us as Bianca/Mistress B continues to call to him, “Fuck me ... Come on ... Fuck my cunt ... Fuck my tight cunt...”

We pan up to a clock on the wall that shows 11:35am ... Then pull back to catch a full side image – the dominatrix tied to her bondage bench, the monster dog sitting patiently behind her ... Her still calling to him to “Fuck me ... Come on, boy ... Come on ... Fuck my dirty pussy...” And then we fade out...

Then fade back in on a close-up of her pussy ... Positively dripping. Glistening but still untouched.

We go back to the side angle and note the clock now reads 11:45am ... We’ve made the poor bitch wait ten minutes. Goliath is still patiently waiting, although he is now panting, drooling from his jowls, and we can see a couple of inches of shiny pink cock sticking out of his sheath. He’s more ready than he’s ever been in his life ... Bianca is still calling to him, her frustration evident in her voice, “Come oo-ooonn ... Coommeee ooonnnnnn ... Fuccck meee!” Looking round at us, “Make him fuuuccckkkk meee! Pllleeeeaaaaassseeee!”

The dog is finally given his signal – out of Bianca’s line of sight – and rises up to his feet again. Moving up behind her ... She’s just beginning to beg again, “PPlllleeeaaaassseee make...”, when he lurches forward, raising his front legs and ramming his chest against her rear end, pushing his huge bulk up and over her arse, sliding onto her leather clad body ... Knocking the wind, and the words, right out of her ... She almost disappears under him.

His front legs around either side of her, wrapped part way under her, almost around the underside of the bench, pinning her down against it. His weight on her back, her chest on the bench, nowhere to go...

We get a great shot of her face – the expression lost somewhere between the exhilaration of having a giant dog mounting her, and the sudden shock of being unable to breath...

His big back end begins to pump toward her rear end, his hard cock growing even before it’s in her flesh - stabbing at her, waving just under her pussy, rubbing up against her thigh just above the top of her long boots.

More prodding explorations, slow and deliberate, as he tries carefully to find her dripping hole by sense of touch rather than by just banging it around ... The tip eventually finding the fleshy lips, pushing up against them as he tenses his big thighs, then pulls away again before trying another time – on target ... Pushing it against her pussy until the lips are pushed apart by his weight and the tip of the cock slides in, another thrust and this time he’s inches deep ... And she finds her voice again, managing to gasp a lungfull of air so that she can cry out, “Yeeeaassss!” Another gasp, and, “OOOohhh ffucckkinnngg yyeess!!”