As some may have intuited from my warning in the previous chapter, this one is darker, enough that I had to change the category. Some people will probably be angry by the end of this, and if you feel the need to stop reading I wish you well.
SPOILER: the noncon does not involve Dakota.
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Dakota
Dakota had received a lot of orders from Mistress Samira that made her pause, or stop in disbelief. Some of them made her very nervous and apprehensive.
She'd never gotten one where she felt legitimately scared.
It had been a note left for her after she finished her chores that morning, taped to the bathroom door. She usually went there after cleaning up, and sometimes Mistress Samira left her written orders. Dakota had become used to looking for them after the couple of times she missed one and her ass had been tanned red for it.
> Put on your regular street clothes, in full, and come to my office.
She'd been ordered to wear outfits for going outside before, obviously. As much of a naughty thrill as the idea was, parading Dakota naked through the grocery store wouldn't help anyone. But even then, her outfits usually had a naughty component to them. She'd have on loose blouses with no bra, and her boobs would dance beneath the fabric. Or the shirt would be tight, tracing the contours of her body, and leaving no doubt she was braless. And she almost never wore underwear.
"In full," meant everything; all the undergarments, pants, shirt, socks, shoes.
Then she thought about it. If they were going somewhere farther away, she would need the full ensemble just for practical reasons. Given how wet Mistress Samira made her just from being around her half the time, if they had to go somewhere that would take the rest of the day she'd soak through her pants. And it could be wherever they were going needed her to be fully dressed, not teasing everyone with her free-wheeling tits.
So she was in better spirits when she entered Mistress Samira's office. Then her mistress slid a short stack of paper over with a boarding pass on top. Samira congratulated herself on guessing correctly about the trip. Then she paused.
"Mistress Samira?" she said when she saw the paper beneath the boarding pass.
She recognized it immediately. She'd literally read hundreds of them.
"It seems our...training session is ending early," Mistress Samira said, "Eli sent those over. The plane ticket is for-"
"Tomorrow!?" Dakota blurted out after looking at the date, "They want me to fly out tomorrow?"
"I...I think they spelled everything out in the itinerary. I meant to leave it on top of the script," Mistress Samira said, "You fly into Paris and then they're taking you to...I think it was Marseilles? I guess they're filming near-"
"Pascal needed six months to raise the money," Dakota objected.
"Apparently they got a new investor. Rich eccentric woman loves your guy's work. I guess she heard that the only thing slowing the movie down was money and dropped a whole bunch of it in his lap. They start shooting in two weeks. They need you down there for costuming and stuff."
"What costuming?" Dakota snarked, "They want me naked for most of the film."
"That's...not really true," Mistress Samira said.
"'The camera takes the viewer on a visual tour of the house, contrasting mundane, if expensive, house furniture with the implements and specially designed BDSM furniture. After a while the sounds of sex are heard. There are long shots of three bedrooms, including the four-poster in the master bedroom where chains and cuffs are prominent hanging on the furniture. Finally the camera moves to the kitchen. We see George from the chest up, the rest of the view blocked by a kitchen island. Based on body movement and vocalizations, it's clear he is engaged in energetic sex. The camera circles while the view remains obscured. Motions and sounds suggest George reaches climax. The camera finally reveals the rest of the scene; Katherine/Kitty is kneeling on the floor, wearing lacy lingerie, her hair and complexion disheveled, suggesting she was the partner in the sex. George's penis slides out of her mouth and she visibly swallows.'"
"I doubt that penis shot is going to make it intact if your director wants mainstream release," Mistress Samira said.
"Of course not; they'll move the camera so it's showing his butt from an angle. Then he just steps back and I swallow. They can tell the MPAA I was swallowing orange juice. God, Eli was right; this is just softcore porn, I'm such an idiot."
"It's not," Mistress Samira said, "It's...I don't watch a lot of movies, and I've never read a film script. I want to see this movie. I think a lot of people will want to see this movie."
"Of course they will; I can see the title on the reviews: 'Princess Jewel likes it kinky'. 'Now everyone can see why Prince Reginald killed his father'," Dakota scoffed, referencing the plot of the so-called final Princess Jewel movie where her "Romeo and Juliet"-esque romance that had gone on for the last three seasons of the show was resolved.
In her head, she thought,
It'll definitely be the last Princess Jewel movie if I do this.
"It's not like that," Mistress Samira said, snapping Dakota out of her musing, "I read it all the way through. It's a real, meaningful movie. Maybe I'm biased because it just deals with BDSM, but whoever wrote it knows the lifestyle. Despite that, it's not just about the lifestyle. I would see this movie. I would tell all of my friends in the lifestyle to see this movie. I would tell people
not
in the lifestyle to see this movie. You need to do this."
"I don't want to," Dakota said.
"Why?" Mistress Samira asked.
Dakota wished she could tell what her mistress was thinking, but the woman had a poker face Dakota had never been able to crack.
"What-...What do you mean 'why' Mistress Samira? You want me to be away for months shooting this movie. You want me to be serving a different dom, and showing myself off on screen?"
"That's not up to me-"
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Dakota yelled, "You're my fucking mistress, of course it's up to you!"
"Sit down," Mistress Samira said.
Dakota did. It was automatic.
"Eli told me you don't have a new agent. If you turn this film down, are you going to be able to find work?" Mistress Samira asked.
"I don't need to Mistress Samira," Dakota said, "I have millions of dollars in the bank. What are your expenses for this place? A couple thousand a month? We could live here forever and never have to worry about it. Or you could go back to work if you wanted, and I could...I don't know, give actual massages, if you think we really need to have more income-"
"Why are you saying 'we'?"
Dakota felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She had to swallow twice to keep bile out of her throat. She took a slow breath because she thought she'd throw up.
"Because...you're my mistress," Dakota said weakly.
