Page 4 of Sanguineous Fiend
You are.
Mistress is right.
She’s our Mistress Sidian.
“That’s right. I’m in control, and you are nothing but little boys and girls who need to be punished.”
Iclimb from the shower, pushing the curtain out of my way so I can grab the towel as I stand on the mat. Drying off, I glance at the steamed up mirror and sigh. Unable to even see my reflection staring back at me. It’s been a long day already, and I just finished up the session follow up with Boy toy.
He was such a good boy and didn’t move once during the entire session. I had ended the live with the chat by telling him how he was a good boy for his Mistress Sidian and then I brought up a private with just him. He was grateful for my punishment and while I tried to get him to open up about what was going on; he didn’t really tell me and said he just needed the punishment.
I let him jerk off to my body while I gave him both some praise and degradation that he craved. I knew what he wanted from me. So when he finally cummed in his hands, I closed thesession out without so much as a good boy. He didn’t deserve one.
Now I just finished up with my post session shower. Something that both helps me relax, and it’s like a switch that helps me come back to the world around me instead of the personas I portray. A transitional part of my routine that is an integral part of my world.
I dress in my sweatpants and sweater and leave the bathroom without bothering with makeup or doing anything with my hair. It isn’t worth the energy to do either right now. Sessions make me extremely tired and I just want to go home and get some food before crashing.
I exit the locker room area for the employees and run right into Nova. A gorgeous brunette that is our dear leader’s assistant. She takes care of so much around this place.
“Hey, Letty. Lorna needs to see you a moment before you head out.”
“Thanks, Nova. She in her office right now?”
“Yep. She’s expecting you, so go on in.”
I nod and turn toward Lorna’s office instead of heading for the exit. An unlit cigarette hanging from my lips. I was so ready to get out of here. Wonder what she wants today. I made more money today than usual, so maybe that’s it. I don’t know. Doubts swirl in my mind as I enter the doorway and knock lightly on the wood to get her attention.
“Come in Letty. Congrats on the wonderful live today. I saw it had some big tippers.”
“Yeah. It was surprising. Tuesdays are usually slower than that. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to let you know I chose you for the calendar this year. Your month will be November and you can choose any holiday in that month and help style what is happening for theshoot. Chad will do the shoot when you get the details worked out.”
“No fucking shit!” I exclaim as my cigarette falls from between my lips to the floor. “Thank you Lorna. I won’t let you down.”
“Yeah, well, get going. You’ve got a week to figure it out so I can get everyone in for theirs.”
“You’re the best, boss.”
I pick up my cigarette and I can’t help the smile as I step from the room. The calendar photoshoot has been a huge topic around here this year. I’m surprised I was even chosen honestly. I’m so excited that I have an extra bounce in my step as I exit the building. The porch is empty and I light the cigarette before taking a long drag in and stepping from the porch to head for the car.
This day just got that much better. So now I will head home and do some research while I wait on my food delivery. This will be so fucking amazing. I unlock my car and toss my bags to the passenger seat before sliding in behind the wheel.
My beautiful Dodge Charger. Deep cherry red that matches my lipstick most days. A deep contrast to my dark outfits and moods. This is one purchase I had zero problems paying cash for and walking away happy.
This very job made that possible in less than three months. The subscribers will pay for me to be their gothic mommy. It was worth it the day I signed my contracts to work for Behind the Lens. Went from barely surviving to now, I make more than I did working a dead-end job every month in one session.
I crank the car, and it purrs to life. Rolling down the window as I back from the space. It’s chilly outside. The fall air is turning into winter faster than I want it to. The sweats make it bearable as I puff on my cigarette. Nothing could fuck with my mood now. So I gun it as I exit the parking lot and head forthe highway on ramp. Opening her up as I enter the traffic and weaving my way toward my house.
I live in a gated house not far from the studio. Maybe fifteen minutes, give or take the traffic. I toss the ashes from my cigarette into the wind before inhaling another puff.
As a cam girl and someone who is regularly recognized, it isn’t safe to live in small communities or apartment buildings. It makes it easier to access you and your life for the weirdos that can’t do boundaries. It didn’t take me long to realize that fact and I moved at the first chance I could.
I take the next off ramp and slow down as I reach the light. Tapping the steering wheel as I wait for the cars to move. I can’t even believe Lorna offered me a spot in the calendar. My mind is consumed with the implications that this means that I’ve done a good job. They chose me for a top spot and now I need the perfect holiday to match that.
The cars move as the light turns green and I take my turn before making another turn on a side street and down into the neighborhood. It has lines of gated houses that are all sitting off the road just enough to make it worth the extra tall twelve foot gates surrounding the entire property. Every single one looks identical, and I made sure that was the case so that when I pulled my car into my garage, I didn’t look any different from the next house.
No reason to make it easy for someone to find me. I really didn’t want to move again. I hate moving. I slide into my driveway before hitting the button over my visor to open the iron bars so I can drive right through them with ease. Hitting the second button there to open the garage as I creep up the driveway.
