One Take – 1. How it all started.

“Alright alright… I’ll tell you…. I mean, no need to be a rude journal or anything. Yes. Alright? The answer is yes. I did… sometimes… enjoy it.” I wrote down in my journal. I didn’t know what to add. Just remembering these moments of my life almost make me sick and yet… there is always that little erotic part I can’t get rid of. “Am I condemned to hate and love the same thing forever?” My handwriting was shaky. The ink was running out of my pen, I hit a few times on the paper with it, for it to unclog, but it was dying out. Shit. I pulled the wooden drawer, adjusted my glasses and peered down inside, rummaging to find another pen. Got one. Tried it with a few scribbles in the margin.

“If only I had never called that stupid phone number for this stupid advertisement. Journal… I’ll tell you something alright? Something happened to me on a set one day… and well, I was a lot younger, like maybe 20 years old.” I felt like I was going to let it all out and write this story that happened to me. Maybe writing it down would help me see clearer in all this mess. A pitiful attempt at self-acceptance.

“As you already know…..

I became an escort at 18. Did all kinds of stuff for money, to a lot of men. Come on journal, don’t judge me okay? We all have to pay rent one day or another and well, I have never been ashamed of myself for what I did. Money was good, and I was sexy, and they loved it, and paid for it. Then I started to go on private sets, photoshoots and later on for XXX films. I’ve done stuff on films. I was good. Always one take action. Genuine content. Well, I sometimes faked orgasms for the scenario’s sake. I worked with a lot of people, most of which I met for the first time before filming. It’s always odd to shake hands and have a brief talk with whoever you’re gonna have some hardcore sexual activity in front of a camera a few minutes later, get paid, then shake hands and walk out. I mean, there are special feelings in this world and this one is particular.

Anyway there was this time when Joe, the producer pointed me this coded ad in the newspaper. “She’s a friend of mine… She shoots fetish videos…” he told me with his bold accent. Never could have guess what nationality he was but I loved talking to him. “I tell you..., listen to me…. Fetish is money… you should call her. She makes good stuff. All HD. Plus, no sex… heh? No more need to fake…” He winked at me and chuckled looking proud of his crappy joke. I gave him the finger, then smiled and looked down at the advertisement.

Hell, I never should have called. But later that day, when I got back home, I did. A woman answered me. A deep sexy voice. She seemed distracted and annoyed. “Are you free tonight?” she finally asked me after barely saying hello.

“Yeah, I am free tonight” I said. “But first, tell me about the content.” I asked. No way I would go to someone’s studio without knowing what I would have to do in front of their camera. The women cut me.

“No, dear girl, I am asking the questions first.” She said to me, I couldn’t get her at first, she seemed very bossy and arrogant. She asked for my name, my height, my weight, my haircolor, my eye color, my waist, my breasts size, everything. All of which I could answer by sexy. I mean I train, I eat veggies and I am careful about my body. I spend hours doing my hair. I told her to go look at me on a public website. She was undeniably in front of her computer screen looking at me on the hub, doing what I do best. Then she paused and sighed, after I answered all her questions. “Have you ever licked another woman’s feet?” she spoke out at the end.

Got me by surprise, but not too much. I mean, I did have my feet licked many times by business men and all sorts of people, but I never did it to another woman myself. To me, it sounded very petty, like very softcore content.

“No but… can’t be that bad I guess.” Was my most stupid answer ever. Yeah, that’s what I told her. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, I was thinking that maybe I didn’t give her a good answer. But then she just continued.

“Okay, more details in person, come over at 9 PM.” She gave me an address. I didn’t have time to ask about payment, she hung up. Never ever in my life I ever had the a churning gut feeling about someone completely dominating me before. This time, I had it. The weird gut feeling, maybe the thrill of something new. I was conflicted. Excited. Maybe even aroused by that unknown woman’s voice and intentions. Fetish films, what could go wrong?

So I went to my appointment, brought sexy clothes, had makeup. I looked drop dead gorgeous like usual, but I knew this time I would be in a submissive role and that I would be licking another girl’s feet. A woman in her mid 30’s greeted me. I could tell she used to do videos too before, she was a very beautiful woman. The studio was in a basement and we chit chatted about life and got to know each other a bit. She was tall, wearing a long summer dress with bare legs and wedgy cork and leather sandals. Long dark hair worked into an intricate braid. Her make-up was definitely expressive and thick, probably to hide life’s first signs of age. She was definitely the woman I talked to on the phone and from what I could guess, she was the studio’s owner and she was behind the camera. Her name was Elizabeth, and when she sat at her desk, I saw a man’s face was in the ground under it. She placed her both feet on that man’s face, pressing down with her shoes on. This man was definitely laying down in some sort of ground trap with a hole for his face. I gulped at this. Before I could even ask, she told me the man was her own 24/7 personal slave. What was I getting into?

Miss Elizabeth focused on explaining the film I was about to work on. I tried to cut back to reality and stay focused too. The scene was very simple, some softboxes lights, a few cameras, a couch, some fake plants, nothing out of ordinary. I signed the compliance and contracts and everything was basically ready to shoot some videos, except, we were waiting for the other girls. When she told me that, I was a bit confused, so I asked how many girls. She told me 3 girls. We then talked about the scenario, basically, those 3 unknown girls would be sitting on the couch and I would be on the floor, playing the footslave. All I had to do, is follow their lead, do what they say, obey, and play the dumb slave. Easy enough I thought. A job’s a job.

I could help but look down under her desk and see that she had removed her shoes and she was rubbing her bare feet over the man’s face, sometimes teasing his nose and lips with her toes and gently invite him to open his mouth for her to shoe her foot in and make him worship. He was delicate, passionate, in complete subspace, probably doing what he enjoyed most.

Anyway, I excused myself. I thought I could use some fresh air before the shooting so I walked outside and just as I stepped out there were 2 women on the house’s porch, smoking.

I quickly looked at them both trying to assess. One of them was wearing a rain coat with sun glasses, red lipstick and black hair, she had a mini-skirt and black classic nylon stockings and knee-high leather boots that had a 3 inches high heel. She was maybe 5 feet 5, looked kind of easy going and smart, maybe my age. The other girl was wearing a school uniform typical with a white blouse checkered skirt and knee high white socks. Leather loafers on her feet completed her dual blonde pony-tail look. Obviously that one had a role to play, and she worked on her costume.

“Hey…” I nonchanlantly blurted out to them. They turned to me and dropped their conversation.

“Hey… Sup?” The schoolgirl said.

“Just getting some air…” I started. The woman with black hair looked at me, then pulled a long draft on the cigarette.

“You’re the new sub?” she asked me.

“Hmm… I guess I am. Look, it’s good money. You know.” I said to her. Immediately I knew that those two girls were actually the ones I would later on be working with. I rolled back in my head and remembered that ultimately… I mean… sooner than later, I would be licking their feet. I had an odd feeling, sudden anxiety or something like that.

“That’s cool, girl, I mean, whatever.” Said the blonde schoolgirl. Both women didn’t look far more older than 25 years old. I got that inner question about what the fuck I was getting into, but I also needed the money. And, after looking them up and down a few times, I mean, they looked neat, professional and respectful. I focused on their feet for a moment trying to follow conversation but also trying to scan things up. Leather loafers, Black knee high boots, nylons, cotton socks. Nothing looked bad, both women looked clean.

“So, hmm, what’s your name?” the women in black asked.

“Look, for today, just call me slave.” I said, lighting my own cigarette and puffing on it. Damn I needed that.

“Ouh…. I like you… slave.” She said back. The schoolgirl just looked at me and winked. Didn’t know what that meant but I thought, whatever. This would be over in a few hours, might as well have fun. “I’m Melissa. In fact, Elizabeth’s my mother, but don’t tell anyone. Just turned 18, so don’t ask. I am doing this for her since it’s her business. I am used to all of this, so, during the video you just have to shut up and let me lead.” I could now see family traits when I looked at her. Very dominant, trying to fit her role a bit before starting to shoot the video.

“I guess it’s okay you don’t want to give us your real name.” said the blonde schoolgirl. “I mean, I’ll call you slave if you want, but, outside here we’re all cool, you know. For the little story, I’m Sandy, I am 20 and I am cool with all of this too. My feet are clean and all.” She seemed to be very laid back and chill. I nodded to her and smiled a bit. I told them my real name and we chit chatted.

Long too long after, a car pulled up in the driveway. Not a new car. It looked like it had some life left but didn’t look great either. I wanted to say something but I decided to just wait and practice my shuting up. The driver’s door swung open and a girl got out. She was wearing jogging and a sweater. She had auburn hair, held together in some sort of bun and she was sporting a headband. She wore sneakers, old ones. Down some sport baggy pants. She grabbed a bag and her purse then shut the door of her car with a kick. She walked towards us and climbed the few steps.

“Hey girls.” She said. That girl was probably just 18, and by the looks of her, she just got out from the gym. She looked sweaty and exhausted. “Sorry am late…” she said.

“Hey Mandy, this is our new sub… I mean… slave.” Said the girl in black. The sporty girl looked at me and grinned.

“Hey.” She said to me. I nodded. I could feel her heat as she walked closer to me. She was irradiating. “Hmm, sorry slave…” she started while leaning closer to speak directly to my ear, almost whispering. “…my feet stink.” She said. The two other women giggled. “But you like that, right?” she said smiling to me, almost trying to humiliate me before the shooting even started.

“I’m doing it for the money.” I said, smoking my cigarette, trying not to be intimidated.

“Really? What’s your cut?” she asked me.

“500 + 10%” I said, trying to remember the terms of the contract I just signed.

“Not bad for a first timer.” She said. She then looked down at her old sneakers. I looked down too.

“I’ll make you lick the sneakers too.” She said. I looked at her, not impressed. Licking shoes… oh well, I guess at that point I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to do this video shooting and go home.

“Okay.” I answered. She smirked.

“Mandy, be nice with her.” Said Melissa in the back. Mandy chewed on her gum and winked at me. She stepped back a bit and leaned on the light post, she was still looking at me straight in the eyes. I didn’t care much about this girl’s attitude. But I was a bit uncomfortable about the fact she was late, and would not have time to shower. I tried to stay cool and just play my part.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Said Sandy. She crushed her cigarette and walked inside. I followed her and we all finally walked in. Video shooting was about to start, I made a few makeup adjustments in the bathroom and then I went downstairs to the studio area to join the others. There was now a cameraman there. Some cute young man who looked like a guy who would actually buy this kind of adult material. He didn’t talk, His name was Eddie and he was basically there to make sure the clip would be filmed based on Mistress Elizabeth’s quality standards. I took my place on the floor, down by the sofa.

“Oh hmm, you there, hmm, can you move yourself under the couch please, with your head sticking out?” Eddie said while both looking at me and at his screens. I looked and realized that I could in fact fit under there. Melissa and Sandy both walked and helped me get under it by lifting it up a bit. Then the massive sofa was above me and it was firmly on the ground and wasn’t feeling heavy since there was a bit of room under it for my body. Both girls sat on it, their feet swinging above my head and finally they looked down at me, both each on their side of the sofa.

“Comfy down there?” asked Melissa. I nodded a bit and took a few deep breaths. The girls talked to each other, finished texting and turned their phones off and set them aside. Mandy walked up close to my head and looked down me and smiled like she was about to do something evil or wicked. I got that churning gut feeling back. I was shaking and literally trying to hold it together. Eddie game them all some directions about what was planned. “Okay girls, now, let’s do this in one take okay? I hate editing. So, let’s start slow, just play your part, improvise and have fun. We want the usual okay? Don’t hesitate to do some deep foot action and don’t forget to pose. Sometimes look at the camera, especially if I get close, okay?” he said, walking around holding his camera. “Hmm, you, sorry I forget your name…” he was talking to me. “…if you need aftercare once we’re done, just say it. Okay?” I agreed with him. I didn’t know if I would need aftercare, so I kind of just shrugged. Not too familiar with the fetish scene and bdsm communities. I knew my basics tho. I told them my safe word. Things got a bit awkward. I looked up at the 3 beautiful women above me. “Alright, ready in 3…2…1…Go.” Eddie said and started filming.

The first seconds felt like something had to happen and didn’t. They all looked down at me, ready to begin the action. I swallowed my saliva and licked my lips.

I'll get something to drink and will come back to write the rest....