both of them.
His sub met them at the door and bowed low at Rytsar’s feet. Without talking to her, he touched her head on his way in as acknowledgement, then began barking commands. The older woman rocked off her heels and quietly closed the door before responding to his numerous requests.
Brie looked around the apartment, noting how small but comfortable it was, with female touches such as flowers on the kitchen table, frilly pillows on the couch and paintings of animals on the walls. Not Rytsar’s tastes at all. She wondered if this was a ‘perk’ to being one of Rytsar’s favorite subs.
While the sub busied herself with last minute details, Brie got out her equipment and starting positioning the reflectors. Rytsar disappeared into the bedroom, leaving the women to their respective jobs. They worked together in silence, but Brie was struck by how comfortable she felt in the presence of the woman, despite their language, age and fetish differences. She seemed almost regal in the way she held herself, but there was no arrogance radiating from her. Rytsar certainly had good taste in women.
The Russian came out a short time later, dressed only in brown leather pants and dark boots. Brie had to admit that the dragon tattoo stood out prominently on his left shoulder, only adding to his sex appeal. The filmgoers were going to love him.
When the doorbell rang, Rytsar turned to Brie. “Start filming. Say nothing, just observe what I do. I will explain as I go.”
Brie nodded, her heart racing as he opened the door to a young, petite woman. The first thing Brie noticed was her stunning crystal-blue eyes and those sensually arched eyebrows. The girl looked to be the same age as Brie, a sharp contrast to the other sub in the room.
Rytsar invited her inside, speaking to her in Russian. The two seemed to have a casual vanilla conversation as she undressed down to her underwear in front of him. He wasn’t even looking at her as they spoke, because he was too busy preparing his instruments for the scene.
The way they spoke was so relaxed that Brie imagined they were talking about the weather or some equally mundane topic. She got so caught up in listening to the lilt of their conversation that she was caught off-guard when the girl suddenly bowed and he directed his other sub to grab her wrists.
What started out as vanilla and safe quickly took on a kinky tone as the new girl was forced onto her feet and dragged to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner of the room. Rytsar explained to Brie, “She does not care for other women, and wishes I would bind her to the cross.” His smile was dangerously charming when he added, “However…I prefer to see her challenged. She needs to be reminded who is in control.”
He walked up to the girl and spoke to her in English, although it was obvious by her blank reaction that the sub couldn’t understand a word he said. It reminded Brie of her first encounter with Rytsar when he’d only spoken to her in Russian—adding an element of mystery and intrigue to their scene together.
Brie could appreciate that it was adding to this sub’s experience right now. Being filmed by an American she didn’t know while her Master spoke to her in that foreign tongue…it was the stuff fantasies were made of.
Rytsar smiled at the girl as he murmured tenderly to her, “Ksana, you and I have a unique relationship. Your extremely low tolerance for pain makes our scenes together far too short, and yet…unbearably sweet.”
The other submissive barked a command and the girl obediently lifted her arm to be secured to the cross.
Rytsar told Brie, “It turns me on to watch her willingly give herself over to my submissive, despite her inner objection, simply because ksana knows it pleases me.”
He walked around the cross, taking in the erotic scene of the nearly naked submissive being bound to the wooden cross by another of his women. Brie could appreciate the sensual powerplay this was for the