Harem House Chapter 33 - Deleted Scene

Author’s Note: This takes place during the Tuesday morning of Chapter 33, after Kat and Selene leave their apartment. You'll probably want to read 33 first, if you haven't already. The video will eventually appear in the main story, but I thought seeing Selene’s POV as she recorded it might be fun. 

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Selene’s fingers brushed her throat and the narrow brown leather choker that hugged her neck. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The campus was busy, but no matter how frantic the traffic or frenzied the campus became, touching her collar soothed her. Her breathing slowed, and her smile returned as she walked across the parking lot. She’d missed out last night, but Master had given her an assignment, and she had permission to cum. What more could she ask for?  

Maybe more directions. Master gave her the task to masturbate and record it for him. Her original idea had been to do so in her bedroom. Kat’s suggestion was to do it somewhere unique, on campus. It also let them ride together so Kat was on time for work without having to come back for Selene. Selene preferred to think her sister had been less utilitarian in her suggestion. Still, it left the question of where she should record her video unanswered. 

The library? No. That felt more like Kat's space than Selene's. Brat and Master flirted and fucked there, and Selene didn’t want to seem like she was copying her sister. 

The cafeteria? Too crowded, and too much background noise. The video should be more intimate. 

The gym? Too open. She’d have nowhere to hide in the open spaces, though fucking Master on the yoga mats had its appeal. Also, that was more of his and Kelly's space. 

The locker room? She felt guilty at the idea of recording something in there. What if a bystander happened by? That gave her an idea, though, if the harem girls were up for something fun late one night.

The dorm? She could ask Mindy, Rani, or both to get involved. She wanted to catch up with them but wanted this to be a solo project. A video from her to Master. Besides, she could have stayed at her apartment if she wanted to do it in a bedroom. 

Work? The campus bookstore was typically empty on her shifts, but she never worked alone. The backroom storage closet might make for a good place, but it’d be dark and dirty. There’d also be no way to know if someone would walk in on her. 

She needed a place that was adventurous but safe to do independently without a lookout. That limited her options significantly. 

Somewhere outside? The trail through the park? The gazebo? It would be too exposed and dangerous if the wrong person came along. Maybe with a lookout. 

One of the many bathrooms on campus? She'd have to be quiet, and with the gaps between stall walls, she'd need a private bathroom. Besides, she, Mindy, and Master had a rendezvous in one of those already. A new locale sounded better. 

An empty classroom? That had promise. She could lock the door and pull the shades, in full knowledge that she had at least an hour, which was plenty of time. 

Selene looked around herself, trying to determine which building to use, and then it dawned on her. The theater building had a special connection between herself and Master. Out of all the buildings on campus, that space was definitely the most her and him of them all. She practically skipped to it, passing through its familiar halls with her backpack as if walking to class with others. 

She turned into the stairwell and descended, walking beneath the theater auditorium above until she reached the backstage space. She knew she’d chosen correctly when she entered the green room. The backstage holding area for the actors was a lounge with an ample open space, makeup mirrors along the far wall, sofas, chairs, and doors filled the other walls. Two doors on opposite sides of the room led to stairs that wound to the stage wings above. One door on the right had a bathroom. The door on the left led to a hallway of changing stalls. 

The green room was where Master had first seen her in her underwear. Selene remembered the changing rooms being full, so she’d changed here during Cinderella, not minding being in her underwear since multiple others had done it, too. Master had changed in the open, though he only had his top to change. Seeing him shirtless was always a treat. 

Her sports bra and bike shorts had been modest compared to some of the sluttier women, but she remembered the goosebumps that gripped her when Master’s gaze swept her. He hadn’t been lewd about it, of course, but it had fueled her masturbation fantasies for weeks after. 

Selene lit up the mirrors, leaving the overhead light off. The doors didn’t have shades; they were solid and lockable. She locked them. No one was due to come here for hours, though there might be footsteps above her in an hour when the choir used the theater auditorium for their rehearsal. 

She pulled out a Bluetooth speaker, smiling to herself. She turned it on low and linked her phone to it, preparing her intended music. 

Setting up a music stand with her phone on it, she raised it and turned it, placing it in the center of the room facing the mirrors. She checked the lighting and realized it cast her into shadow if she stood between the mirrors and the phone. She frowned and turned on the overhead, letting it illuminate her. 

She looked toward the phone and stood steady. She pressed record and retook her position so her phone camera had a full view of her from head to toe in its vertical video. Still fully clothed, she dropped to her knees and took the Nadu pose. 

“Master, this humble slave hopes you enjoy this video. You ordered me to masturbate to completion and record it for you, and I thought I’d do it here. If you enjoy this video, please consider dragging me here or to one of the changing rooms and using my body for your pleasure.” Selene kept her head bowed while she spoke, then raised her eyes to the camera and smiled. 

She rocked to her feet and spun, dancing to a song she intended to lay over the video. She knew the beat by heart and danced in spinning steps that spun her loose clothes before facing the camera and wiggling her hips in sharp beats. She counted the steps in her head, mixing in some of the original choreography. When the first chorus hit, she removed her sweater, leaving her in a black bralette and floor-length black skirt. 

The skirt spun with her steps, its hem rising from her ankles to her knees before she faced the mirrors. This time, when she wiggled her hips, she ripped off the bralette and tossed it aside. Her round b-cup breasts were visible in the mirror for an instant before her arm crossed them, her hand clasped to her ribs as her forearm hid her nipples. She spun again, facing the camera. She wrapped her arms over her as she wiggled her hips, each tiny bicep covering a breast as her lithe but toned limbs moved to the music in her head. 

Her braid fell behind her, dropping behind the waistband of her skirt. With a twist of her head, she whipped it to the beat and spun to profile. She spread her legs, moved her camera-side hand between her legs over her skirt, and rubbed herself as she rocked her hips to the beat. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pressure the tips of her fingers pushed into her. 

“Master…” She whispered. “I love you.” 

She spread her legs as she spun this time, raising one leg into the air and twisting until she stood with one foot on the floor and the other pointed to the ceiling. She held onto her calf with her torso as upright as possible. The skirt fell open, revealing her panties to the camera. She gripped her panties, hooking her fingers through the waistbands. She lowered her leg, and the skirt fell with the panties as she bent over and shoved them down. 

She stepped out of them and tossed them aside, leaving her in her skirt. 

She gripped fistfuls of her skirt and raised it as she danced, stepping closer to the camera with every rock of her hips until she repeated the move with her other leg pointed to the ceiling, letting the skirt fall to reveal what waited beneath. Her shaved pussy and round bubble butt were on display for her Master, who would watch this soon. 

Selene finished her dance as she reached the final beat of her song and stood with the skirt lifted to her hips, one leg forward and bent, her toe on the floor. The skirt fell behind her, while her braid fell along her front, ending with its tip pointing to her shaved mound. She breathed, then removed her skirt, leaving her totally naked except for her collar. 

She stood in the green room with the mirrors behind her, displaying her backside while the camera captured her front. She stepped aside, letting the camera capture both. She blew a kiss to the camera, then dropped to Nadu once more. 

She rose, turned off the camera, and adjusted her clothes, piling them neatly in case she needed them quickly. She could slip on the loose-knit sweater and skirt in seconds if interrupted. The bralette and panties might take more time. She pulled a chair from one of the vanities and turned it at an angle. She pointed the music stand and the camera at the mirror, giving a view of the chair from the side and above, offering the reflection as well. 

Selene turned on the camera, recording herself as she sat naked in the chair and spread her legs. She put one foot on the outside of the table leg, the other on the counter, nearly touching the mirror glass with her toes. She reclined in the chair, wiggling until she was comfortable. 

She rubbed herself with her right hand and groped herself with her left, closing her eyes as she pictured Master watching this video while she stroked and choked on his cock. She swallowed and spread the moisture between her legs with her fingers. She spread her folds for the camera with her fingers, opening herself to her reflection. “Oh, Master.” She gasped. 

Her middle finger traced the vertical path of her slit while her index and ring finger pinned her open. She pressed her fingertip into herself and gasped. She clenched around her finger, practicing her Kegel exercises around the much smaller-than-usual intrusion. 

A deep breath swelled her chest, her nipples spiking against the air as she closed her eyes and rubbed and fingered herself. Her arousal grew as she worked her muscles and fingered herself to the camera. “Master…” She whispered, touching her collar with her left hand. “I love you, Master.” 

“I wish you were here…” She looked at the reflection of the camera. “You could put me on the counter. I’d wrap my legs around you…” She reached down, grabbed her panties, and shoved them into her mouth. The cotton taste was wet with her own arousal, but that made her even more wet. She moaned into her panties, and her eyes flared open. 

Too close. She was too close to the edge. The video had just started, and she wasn’t ready to end it. 

Instead, she reached between her legs and spread herself for him as she withdrew her finger. 

She reached into her purse and pulled out a mid-sized butt plug. She pulled the panties out of her mouth with one hooked finger and shoved the plug into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva and running her tongue over every inch. She rubbed it against her arousal next, mugging the camera as if she were going to insert it into her pussy. Instead, she dipped it lower and lower until she lifted herself off the chair with her feet beneath her on either side. She rose, then lowered herself onto the plug with a gasp and a moan. 

The silicon filled her, and she closed her eyes at the pressure as bliss overtook her features. She remembered Master’s cock filling her ass, overwhelming her. This was nothing compared to him. A gentle reminder of a much harsher desire. She wanted him there, to bend her over this chair and take her ass like he owned it. 

He did. 

“I wish you were here to fuck my ass, Master.” Selene said into the camera reflection. “You could pull me onto your lap while you sit in this chair and just…” She trailed off as she lifted herself and fell, pressing the plug home with a final drop. She gripped her thighs tightly, her fingernails making their sharp marks on her flesh in place of Master’s teeth. 

Selene reached into her purse again, this time producing a dildo. The blue rubber dildo waved in her hand as she lifted it and presented it to the camera. “Or you could take my throat…” She lowered the dildo to her upraised lips and licked the tip as her lips parted for its passage. She flat-palm pushed the dildo into her mouth and kept going, taking it to the hilt until her hand pressed against her nose, chin, and lips. The dildo filled her throat, making it impossible to breathe. She slobbered and closed her eyes. 

She pulled the dildo part of the way out of her mouth, took a breath through her nose, and shoved it into her throat again. She repeated the motion, fucking her face with the dildo, fingering herself with her free hand, and flexing her legs to rise and fall against the disc protruding from her ass as the plug filled her. She sat straight, not against the back of the chair, letting the spit from her dildo slide over her chin and onto her breasts until her front glistened in the light of the round mirror bulbs. 

Selene was in heaven with a cock in her throat, a plug in her ass, and her fingers working her pussy for her Master. Her expression was pure bliss as she watched herself in the mirror. Even so, she wished Master were here. Doing this herself took effort and concentration, and performing for the camera took focus. The work placed a barrier between her and release that she wouldn’t need to scale if Master were here. He had a way of knocking down her walls and making her cum before she meant to, then “punishing” her for it with more pleasure. The life of a BDSM slave to an experienced and caring Dom was a hard one but worth every struggle. 

Selene switched things up. She pulled the dildo from her mouth and caressed her breasts with it. The slick saliva acted as a lube as it trailed her sternum, abs, and mound, and pressed into her pussy. She lowered herself onto it, the plug in her ass, the dildo in her pussy, one hand pinching her left nipple, her right hand massaging her clit. She caught her breath, panting as she rocked her hips, humping the chair and the dildo. 

She rode the toy, staring at herself in the mirror. Selene, the slut stared back at her, eager for her release. 

Years ago, she’d been a good girl, a prim and proper ballerina who looked at boys and wanted them to like her. Her mother discouraged that behavior, and despite the number of boys she flirted with throughout her life, her sister got the first committed boyfriend. Maybe that was Selene’s problem. She wasn’t girlfriend material. 

At least, not until Master came along. 

She was his girlfriend, but more than that, she was his slave, his slut. That title came with a greater sense of commitment and security than any meager ‘girlfriend’ label. The collar gently choking her throat offered greater intimacy with her lover than any engagement ring or wedding band. 

“Master…” Selene moaned. “I’m your slave… your slut…” Her fingers increased their speed. 

“I am your slave, and you are my master.” She touched her collar, brushing the fingers of her left hand against her throat while her right hand continued its work below. 

“I am yours to play with and yours to control.” She stared directly into the camera via her reflection in the lit mirror as she recited her mantra. 

“I will eagerly see to your needs and serve you with my whole heart.” She slammed her ass against the chair, a reminder to herself that her Master needed her ready for his cock in whichever hole he chose at all times. 

“I eagerly give you my body, and want you to use it, me, as you see fit.” Selene rolled her hips, leaning slightly to present her entire body to the mirror. 

“I will wear the signs of my submission with pride.” She raised her chin, showing off her collar. 

“I eagerly obey you in all things, and I know that you will always care for me as my Master.” She lowered her chin, showing deference. 

“I am your slave, Master. Your plaything. Your fucktoy. Your pet.” She bit her lip as she felt her body press close against the edge of pleasure. If she were edging, this would be her first warning sign to pull back, but she pushed through. 

“I am whatever you need me to be to bring you pleasure, and I will seek to bring you pleasure in all things.” She nodded as if agreeing to her own words. There were no limits to what she would do for him; checklists be damned. She knew, in her heart, she wanted to pleasure him in all things. Her reward? This was her reward. Mindless, obedient, pleasure. His praise. His love. 

“I am owned. I am cared for. I am safe with you, my Master.” She knew he would always protect her and always be there for her. Always. 

“I love you, Master.” Selene looked into the camera again. She hoped, wherever he was when he watched this, he knew it wasn’t for show. She wasn’t playing. To her, he and his mastery over her were more real than anything else in her life. She loved him, and she knew he loved her. 

“Please, Master, use your slut.” Selene ended her speech and opened her mouth as if waiting for his cock. She panted, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she rode the dildo on the chair to glory. She pumped herself onto it, slamming herself against it with every sensuous roll of her hips, her legs straddling the chair. 

She lifted her feet off the floor, her hands behind her on either side of the chair as she raised her feet and pointed her toes. She kept herself wide open in a split, straddling the chair with her legs level with its seat. She rolled her hips, wiggling and pumping herself with her arms as she panted for the camera. 

“You gave me permission to cum, Master.” Selene reminded him. “Thank you.” 

She continued rolling her hips, but her tired arms moved again, rubbing her clit with her left hand this time and choking herself with her right hand. She kept her legs as they were, out at her sides and straight, showing off her dancer training and muscles. 

“I cum for you, Master. Only for you… Thank you, Master, for letting this slave cum for you.” 

Her entire body shuddered at once, and she clamped a hand over her mouth as she came with such violent force she half expected to permanently misshape the dildo inside her. Pleasure wrenched through her body as if breaking her bones on its way out, and she seized as her legs curled into her chest, and she threw her arms around her calves, hugging her legs to her as she imploded. 

When the intensity faded, she kicked her legs out, holding them behind her knees and spreading herself wide for the mirror and camera. Her legs twitched and strained against her pleasure, but she pulled them apart and kept them apart with her arms as if Master himself were holding them down. She moaned, squeezing her dildo and her plug with her body. 

She allowed her legs to drop and leaned back against the chair, catching her breath. 

“I’m going to leave the plug in for you, Master.” Selene said, staring at the camera. She put her toes on the floor and lifted herself from the chair. She pulled the dildo from her as she did so, then knelt beside the chair with her ass on her heels. She sucked the dildo into her mouth as if it were her Master’s cock, cleaning it and tasting herself on it. 

She wiped it with a rag, wrapped it in a spare pair of panties, and put it in her bag. Then she set about cleaning the chair. She turned off the camera when she finished, after blowing a final kiss to her Master whenever he might watch it. Then, reluctantly, she cleaned herself, throwing what she needed to in the garbage, flushing what she could in the green room’s bathroom, and putting her clothes back on. 

She unlocked the doors and left the way she came. 

Later, when someone else entered the room, they looked at their companion and shrugged.

“It always smells weird in here.” Mark said. 

“Who cares?” Maria asked, holding his hand. “You wanna fuck in the bathroom this time?” 

“Let’s do one of the changing rooms.” Mark said, gesturing toward the hallway. 

“Fine by me.” Maria said, pulling Mark along to the changing stalls and closing the door to the hallway behind them.