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Rubberslut Part 3
Chapter 13
The basement, as Master Dave and Bambi calls it, is nothing of the
sort. It is actually a huge area of stage sets. There is the bedroom.
There is the bathroom. There is a Jacuzzi. The height to ceiling is
twenty feet. The walls go up twelve. Cameras and lighting are
everywhere.
As Bambi locks the door behind us me, Master Dave trundles me out, and
loosens the bands that tie me to the dental chair. Helps me up. Almost
kindly.
I am dumbfounded, beyond belief. It's like for television and I'm the
star. Behind the amazement of such a major semisubteranean suburb lurks
a question: Why me?
I find myself stunned as Master Dave leads me through a stage set
hallway to what is set up as a classroom. There was a teacher's desk,
writing boards on the wall, and student desks, twenty of them. And I am
alone. The one student.
"Sit." He says, blandly. Bambi comes in, walking her sashay walk in
pink stockings and heels, her moist nether regions still dripping. I
wonder if maybe she loves me.
I sit, in the front row of desks, shivering. It's not cold, but I'm
naked, so I feel cold.
"Bambi, instruct the slut." He says. Amazingly to me, a man comes into
the classroom, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, hands Master Dave a snifter
of cognac and leaves. He doesn't even notice me. Master Dave finds a
directors chair off to the right, and wearily slides into it.
Bambi picks up at what at first looks like a long ruler, until I see
it's actually a yard long dildo with a penis, all veined, at the end of
it. She smiles at me. Then gets stern. "Slut, for our production, we've
divided your life into three parts. The first is when on cam. When you
are on cam, your vocabulary is this and only this."
She writes on the board. Yes Master, Yes Mistress, and ooo.
"You can say ooo anyway you want. Ouch, oh, even ei or ouch. No doesn't
belong in your vocabulary. Please isn't something you say. Want, need,
help, loosen, whatever. On cam, it's simply Yes Master or Yes Mistress.
Got it?"
She waits for it to sink in, body forward, body straight. I see, watch,
a come drip fall and I know she is in love with me. But my is she stern
now and my mind and fears are confusing me. I do not know what to do. I
nod my head.
"Not good enough!" She struts over to me and kisses me on the cheek.
"Be a good slut." And then jackhammers me with a strong, stronger than
I could have expected, punch on my arm. I know what I should say.
"Yes Mistress!"
She smiles and strokes my hair for a moment and struts back. "The
second part of you is post interviews, where you share what you felt,
when you were used. Be candid, cry, and be honest. Got it?"
"Yes Mistress!"
"Last is your private life, where you eat and do and will be taken care
of, dear slut. You're still on film, on cam, live all the time, but
free, relatively speaking. A bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen.
All will be provided. You are free there to do want you want to do,
within limits."
"Got it?"
I am lost. I am kept. And I am lost again. Did Bambi just say, in about
ten sentences, my life?
Why is she so stern? She loves me. My mind blurs. I feel dizzy. Time
slows. I think of Cheryl, my shame. I think of Bambi and I and our
wanton orgasm, the crazy looks we shared as we were drowning,
literally. And I see her now, a beautiful orgiastic school teacher.
Distancing herself from me.
"Got it!"
"Yes Mistress." I lower my head.
She crosses over to me, all click clack and beautiful. She grabs my jaw
with power, maybe anger, and raises my eyes to see her. "Say it
better."
I say nothing. I'm in turmoil.
She flips the desk I was sitting in on it's back and knees me. "Slut,
we chose you because you're perfect. Don't fuck with me, or it will
hurt you. Look at my husband."
Again, I am thinking, why me? But I look and see Master Dave glowering
at me, waiting. Then his hand crushes the brandy snifter. A shard cuts
his palm. Blood flows, and he licks it, as his eyes wait on me.
He nods. I know.
"Yes Mistress!"
Chapter 14
"Good slut," Bambi coos, and lifts me to rise. "Let's have a drink to
celebrate."
I start when over my head, a woman's voice yells, "Action, set two, in
the bar. Prelim."
I get it. I'm not that slow, but it's weird. I've just been filmed for
a website. I will, it seems, always be filmed. Anxiety raises its claw
to my throat. Although my mommy is deceased and gone to heaven, I
think, mom, you don't want to find this website. Then I smile. She
never did figure out the internet beyond CNN. Good thing.
Master Dave doesn't join us. Just me and Bambi, her beautiful, me
naked, at the stage set with the bar. She pours me a tequila and one
for herself. I don't know what to do.
I say, "Thank you, Mistress."
She smiles. "Good slut. Drink. Cheers."
She pours another for me. I need it.
"Mistress," I ask, for the roles have changed, I sense this. This is
not the Bambi I fucked in the lake, but Mistress in business now, "why
me?"
Her eyes glint. "I liked you, and Dave said you were star material.
Short, fem, needy, with a great body of muscle, and according to his
research, wouldn't be missed."
She pauses, thinking. "You don't understand... slut. On the internet,
you talked and talked about Cheryl and how she couldn't understand your
kinks. No one could, it seemed, but my husband. I don't."
I say nothing as she gives me another shot. It's not so much shame that
I feel, for loving and losing Cheryl, but my privacy was invaded. I
told Master Dave, not Bambi. And she has lied all along.
"Come on, slut. Time for prep."
I don't know if I like that she calls me this or not. I think I don't.
I know it doesn't matter.
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"This is Nurse B. She will emasculate you. I can't, slut. I'm..." she
pauses, "I will remember us. Be well." Bambi says as she shuts the door
to the huge clinical bathroom. I feel her sadness leaving.
Weirder gets weirder, I think, as the fox called Nurse B approaches me.
She is beautiful, in a clinical and kinky way. A latex nurse outfit,
stockings, very high heels, and rubber gloves. Her face is pale, with
stern eyes, and I wonder why she is here.
"No hairs," she says, not unkindly, but without tenderness. I see it's
business for her.
I stand, naked, my rod at half mast.
"Not good. Arms up," her accent is European.
I raise my arms. I know what is going to happen. I ask, "Do you have a
name?"
"Jes. I do." She locks my arms into the cuffs that hang from this
ceiling. "Legs wide."
I spread my legs. She locks them as well into the comfy cuffs.
"What is your name? Then."
She glares at me. She pulls out a scalpel. She reaches into her lunch
bag and pulls forth a sausage. "My name is not your name, slut."
I am in weird land, but I strangely feel safe, until she waves that
scalpel close to my now softening cock.
"I think we should just cut it." She smiles. And then, fast as wind,
she slices the sausage into bite size slices. "Hmm?"
"I, I, slut apologizes..."
"Gut."
I am amazed how Nurse B shaves me, with that scalpel. First the cream,
then the knife. She closes in onto my balls, which tighten up.
"Now now," She says, as she pulls them back out, "Shaving total. Gut"
Thank god for the tequila, I think. I'm almost calm. Almost. I do not
know what I want or not want. I am thinking to leave right now is a
good idea. But I can't. And the tequila is helping me and my nerves,
but ruining my self preservation instincts.
"Close eyes."
"What? Why"
"Lashes. Cut cut."
"No way in hell."
She stabs my eye with her plucker. "Close eyes."
I close my eyes.
Snip, snip snip.
Oh no, you're not cutting my hair!
"Do not cut my hair!"
"Bad Hair. Gut gone hair. No hair."
My head is shaved. I have no hair on me. Anywhere.
"Gut for latex, ja."
She caresses me in cream, a soft cream to remove the itch that would
come. She chants...
"Gut for latex, no hair, you are new again. Like baby. I am nurse for
you."
I say nothing but glare. No hair. I spent my whole life getting this.
Then I see, I realize, it's my wish. Not this dungeon, but this
freedom, a whole new me. I am beginning to get very confused.
I think there was something more in the tequila than just the tequila.
Nurse B sits me at a make up table. And tarts me out. Wired long
lashes, and a second set over them, Mascara in purple, lip stick and
liner, and a second set. Eye shadow from what has to be Goth
incorporated. Blond tresses of wig.
"Look at wall."
Dumb I am, I look. Shnick, shnick, shinck. I'm pierced three times in
my ear.
"Look at other wall."
Dumb I am, wanting it. The other ear. Small rings.
Shnick, shcink, schnick. I get hoops.
Nurse B attaches a collar to me. "Gut, go now."
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