A man’s voice barking instructions. The women complying. The blonde undoing the silk knots, leading the brunette to a padded bench. A scaffold frame and studded leather belts standing ready.
The camera angle widening again. The blonde walking around, kissing the other’s mouth. Then suddenly, an unscripted moment, both women's faces widening into smiles, breaking the spell, incongruous with the bondage paraphernalia. The moment revealing all. The women merely adopting roles in temporary play, no serious sadomasochism in prospect.
Suddenly, visual clues in the room becoming significant, less a torture basement, more a suburban garage with gadgets unpacked from locked cupboards. The scene on my screen thereby acquiring greater erotic charge, the question arising, who would be lucky enough to persuade two such women to engage in such play?
The man’s voice barking instructions again. The smiles disappearing quickly. The blonde taking a long rubbery dildo, inserting it in the other, moving it around, getting it deeper, finally stepping back, turning round, waiting for orders. The dildo so long as to leave more than half its length protruding.
The man instructing. The blonde climbing astride the first, grasping the dildo’s protruding half, sinking down, guiding it into herself. The camera from behind zooming in again, my screen filling with the dildo curved into each of them, stretched crinkled sphincters close nearby.
The blonde instructed to make the dildo her penis, and pound the brunette. Doing so, using her body angle to lock the dildo in place, trusting it in and out of the other. The motion conveying high athleticism, also experience of having done this before.
More instructions. The dildo discarded. The blonde moving round to sit on the other’s face. The man appearing, erect, inserting himself into the brunette, thrusting hard, telling them, you see, this is how it’s done. The scene continuing to unroll, my computer screen a window into a secret world.
