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I heard a knock at the door just as I finished rubbing saddle soap into the last of the many new leather straps I had just gotten. Glancing at the clock, I was glad to see at least one of my friends had managed to be punctual for once. I straightened a crease out of my tight latex skirt and went to let her in.
To my delight, when I opened the door to my studio I found both Sherri and Jill standing there. Seeing the pair of them together with the setting sun highlighting their ample attributes, was almost enough to get my juices flowing... and they were only standing at the door wearing street clothes!
We were all of a type. Young, with long blonde hair (although I was the only true blonde), large thirty-six inch breasts, and wide, flaring hips that highlighted the wide, sexy gap between our legs.
My business partner, Master Laste, once told me he had a raging hard-on at all times when the three of us were together in the same room, and that was a high compliment coming from someone as jaded and experienced as he was.
I could hardly wait to get them inside and into something more comfortable. Well... comfortable would depend on which side of the camera you were on, so perhaps I should have thought of it as ‘sexy’ rather than ‘comfortable’.
They were both here for my first live internet show with two headliners bound at the same time. What they didn’t know was I had a few things to discuss with them first, and a couple of surprises to unveil as well.
I guided them to the lounge instead of the stage area so we could sit down for a little chat. I offered them a drink, but they both took only water since they had to work tonight. I smiled. They looked alike and acted alike, but that’s where the similarities ended.
Despite having worked together extremely well in the past, they actually hated each other and would do almost anything to one-up the other. They took competitiveness to a whole new level and then some. Once we got settled in, it was Sherri who broke the ice.
“Well, Lilith,” she began. “I’m sure you called us together here for more than a tea party, so what’s up?”
“As you know, you’re both here for a live session. I’m sure you’re both surprised to see the other, but I think you’ll both enjoy what I’ve got planned for tonight’s show.”
“I’m not sure what you’ve got in mind, but if it includes me being topped by that amateur, then you can forget it.”
“Who’re you calling amateur, you newbie?” Jill retorted.
“Now, now,” I interrupted, before things got out of hand. “Neither one of you will have to submit to anyone other than Master Laste or myself. In fact, the whole script for tonight is up to you two.”
“What do you mean?”
“For close to the last year, the two of us have been working on perfecting what we’re calling the Ultimate Bondage Device. After a lot of work and even more money, our UBD is finally ready for its maiden voyage. We have a fully functioning prototype ready to revolutionize the bondage industry, and all we need is a willing participant to model its usage for us.”
“Then why bring two of us here tonight?”
“While either one of you would make the perfect test subject, don’t forget our ultimate purpose here is to make lots and lots of money. As such, we’ve decided to try building our fan base by making a contest out of things.”
“I think I know where this is going,” Sherri said, smirking and looking confident.
“I won’t keep you guessing; tonight’s live show will be a contest between you two, with the winner getting the right to debut our new contraption. The show will be free so we gain the largest audience possible, and it’ll be the viewer’s themselves who decide who the winner is.”
“Sign me up,” Jill said. “What’ll you want me to do?”
“Ah,” I said, with satisfaction. “I won’t be asking you to do anything. Instead, you will each script your own bondage session, and all we’ll do is go along with your instructions... at the beginning, at least.”
“Cool... I love being able to top from the bottom.”
“Only up to a point,” I clarified. “Once you set your script, we’ll be following it to the letter. We won’t do a single thing more or less than what you allow us, and there’s no safe word you can use unless we deviate from your script or cause accidental harm. The other side of the coin is you’ll have to remember who’s casting the votes; the customers. If you make a lame and boring script, I can guarantee you’ll lose.”
“I don’t have time for this crap,” Sherri said, rolling her eyes. “We both know I’ll be the one who wins, so let’s cut to the chase and just put me in your new device.”
“Maybe you’re right, but maybe you’re wrong,” I quickly said, before Jill could take offence. “Either way, we’re going to be having a contest tonight, because that’s what I advertised. I wasn’t joking when I said the decision is up to the customers, and like it or not, if you want the spot, you’ll have to participate.”
“Fine,” she grumbled. “What kind of scenario are you looking for?”
“Whatever your heart desires and your twisted little mind can come up with. You can also elect to let the viewers have a say in how things progress over the course of the night. You both know the kind of selections I have here, so use your imagination and try to enjoy it. Plan for a two hour session, and may the best girl win!”
“That means me, sweetie,” Jill said.
“In your dreams,” Sherri replied. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll come up with something that’ll have them begging for more.”
“I think we have an understanding,” I smoothly said. “Each of you can now go to your dressing rooms and plan your session. Good luck to both of you.”
I was surprised to see them both head off quietly, but guessed they wanted the maximum amount of time to plan their predicament for tonight. Despite the numerous claims of false bravado, they were about equal in both talent and appeal. Regardless of the outcome, it would be a night to remember.