“Stunning. It’s hard to believe that’s me!”
“Would you like a print for yourself?” asked Chris. Rachel nodded, and soon the printer was working hard again.
“You’re welcome to stay the night,” Chris offered. Rachel though about it, and declined.
“Too much to do tomorrow morning to be starting off from here. I do have very interesting client, one of my few women ones.” Chris listened, first interested then horrified at the scenario Rachel described.
The next morning Rachel went for her morning run, but something was missing; something was off. It wasn’t the second Plan B; that simply made her feel nauseous. She puzzled over it as she completed her run, thought about it more over breakfast, and finally gave up on it during her workout. It was probably nothing, and her time was best focussed on her client that day, so she headed over to the work apartment, which needed preparing. The client was a regular client and also a woman with some very specific requests. First, she had a needle fetish, and the needles were currently ready in their sterilized packets. Next, she loved being clamped to the table with metalwork that held her basically immobile. The necessary pipings and fittings had cost Rachel a bunch, but the final request more than covered the costs: the client wanted Rachel to work nude. Rachel charged a premium for clients who wanted her topless (or bottomless, for one specific client); for fully nude work she doubled the premium, and several clients were happy to pay this.
She finished assembling the bench, testing all the fittings to make sure they were strong and secure. Next, six nasty alligator clips were prepared with some string. These alligator clips were to be fastened to her vulva, holding it open to expose the clitoris to prepare it for the needles. Rachel really wanted to understand what drove this particular session, but the woman refused to open up about it. She needed to know what the client wanted; the why was sometimes left a mystery.
The client arrived, and Mistress Victoria greeted her at the door. The had a brief catchup in the kitchen, and agreed on the session details. Then the client went to have a shower, and Victoria stripped down and waited in the room. The client arrived, and validated the construction of the bench. Safety first, as always. The client hopped up on the bench, and positioned herself. Mistress Victoria clamped her legs up and open, then clamped her hands above her head. Another clamp went across her stomach, another clamp over her neck. The client confirmed she felt secure, and the gag applied.
Mistress Victoria put the six alligator clips on her vulva, pulling them to expose the clit. The woman winced, but was otherwise ok. Leaning over the woman from the back of the table, her breasts in direct sight of the woman, she wiped a nipple down with alcohol, then inserted the first needle. The woman bucked in pain, the clamps holding her in position. She wiped the second nipple down and inserted the needle, the woman again bucking. Now the clitoris was wiped down and a needle inserted, the woman bucking hard but the clamps holding her in position. Mistress Victoria waited five minutes, walking around the client, then applied the second set of needles, with a similar result. The third set was applied, and Mistress Victoria then waited, keeping an eye on the client. Being unable to speak, she needed to look for other signs of distress. The seconds counted down five minutes, then Victoria gave each of the needles a little twist. The client seemed to be in agony, but that was what the client wanted. After a half hour of this, the needles were withdrawn, the alligator clips removed and the client released. The client had a quick shower to refresh herself; Rachel dressed and they met up in the kitchen to discuss the session. Giving Rachel a quick hug, the client left after booking another session for two months time. Rachel was left to do the glamorous work of cleaning up after entering the session notes.
Once the notes were entered and the file had backed up, she closed the computer and sat quietly in the apartment, thinking about the morning. The only thing that she had done different recently was posing for Chris on the beach. Surely that couldn’t have been it? Putting the thought aside, Rachel opened her computer again checked what she had to do. Her social media needed a bit of love and was due for a blog post, and for some reason there was a highlight on her calendar. She clicked into it. Taxes. Those fucking taxes she had been putting off. Deciding to swing by her favorite wine shop on the way home, she locked up the apartment and left.