EXTRACT FOR
KAREN'S MOMENT OF TRUTH
(Kim Hardwick)

"Well, Karen, it's like this," I trace my right forefinger around her left nipple and end up pinching it and giving it a tug; through her dress.  She moans.

"First, I set up a shoot and then depending on how you like it, and how you respond, I'll sign you up for a temporary contract.  If the response from my clientele is positive, I'll make it a permanent one.  And who knows, there's always the possibility you could become wildly popular with lovers of my specialty and sign on with some of the larger European film makers."  Her eyes were absolutely lit up.  I could almost see dollar signs where her pupils would be.

"Oh, wow!  Marcus, please, let me audition for you tonight!  Please?"  She was practically sitting on my crotch, as her hands traveled from my crotch to my chest.  She was feeling me up like a prime cut of meat.  I felt so used.

Giving her a smile and one extra nipple twist, I told her, "Karen, I'll do it tonight, but you have to understand, I don't film porno, and I don't do illegal snuff type films.  My films are artful expression of the bondage lifestyle.  As such, I may use certain tools on you and do certain things that others may consider painful and horrible.  I like you too much to jeopardize our budding friendship.  I wouldn't want you to think I was abusing you."  

"Marcus, don't be silly!  Come on, let's do a quick rehearsal now!"

I viewed her petite, extremely desirable body as she jumped from the sofa, and thought to myself, 'it's like taking candy from a baby'.

"Albright, Karen, you talked me into it.  First, you have to remove all your clothes except for your panties, while I prepare the scene."  

 She reminded me of a little girl waiting to open her Christmas gifts.  I chuckled as I thought about how different her demeanor would be a few hours from now.

I went to my 'toy room' and took out my latest gadget, a wooden pony.  Additionally, I brought out my bread and butter instruments (leather whips, rug beater, tray of sterilized needles, and assorted nick nacks), as well as my electric cattle prod and gigantic horse dildo mounted on a pole.  I went to the kitchen to light up the range and heat up my potato masher (just in case I had the chance later to brand her) and came back with my needle nose plier.

Karen was standing at attention, with her hands folding in front of her pussy, and her nipples erect.  She seemed excited but I detected a hint of doubt when she saw me bring over the cattle prod and horse cock.  

Next, I went to the corner closet and took out the chain and lead weights that I was going to attach to her nipples.  I also brought out the bag of chop sticks (I had purchased them last year, but haven't had the chance to use them yet).  I was now prepared.   I hope she was as well.

"Wow, you sure have a lot of props!"  She laughed but she couldn't fool me.  I heard her guardian angel whispering to her, 'run, Karen, run!'  

"Karen, let me start by tying you up with ropes.  I want you to know the reason why it's done in all movies is to satisfy the viewer's inner demons.  The men and women, who watch these movies, need to know that the submissive cannot, under any circumstance, flee.  The rope or chain that binds the girl is the visual proof that the girl is trapped and must endure what's to come.  This in turn, fulfills an inner need for these sick fucks."  

Yeah, and pigs fly.  She is so going to regret hitting on me.

"I trust you Marcus."  And with that, she came over, grabbed my head and kissed me.  Let me restate that, her tongue started to wrestle with my tongue.  She's an awfully good wrestler.

"Nice baby blue panties.  I'm so glad you don't wear thongs."  I wanted to say for future shoots, pink is the only color permitted.  Extreme femininity always turns on my clientele.  Almost makes them squeal like hungry pigs.

"Okay Karen, follow me, dear.  Step up on the step ladder and position yourself atop the wooden pony.  Don't worry about the pointy end; I'll bring you a blanket to protect your clit (my first lie)."  

"Wow, Marcus, this actually feels kind of nice.  I like the pressure the sharp edge puts on my clit."