Scarlett_s First Session VID0744
She has been building up the courage to meet him for months. All her fantasies of being a slave girl, of submission and masochism, leading up to this moment. The chance to experience BDSM for real. To be a sex slave for real – if only for an afternoon. They’ve talked online for hours, his references check out, she’s done the responsible thing and has her friend Jenny on standby to call the police if she goes missing. It’s time to go. Oh God, what should she wear? Something classic, sexy, but not too sexy. The red lingerie? And a black dress? That will have to do.
The house looms over her, giving her a delicious thrill. For a moment, her nerves get the better of her and she stops to compose herself, to check her reflection in one of the windows. Last chance to escape, Scarlett. Once you’ve knocked on the door, there’s no turning back!
He’s not exactly what she expected when he greeted her. Her heart races and she feels dizzy as she follows him down the hall to the… kitchen? Somehow she expected to be plunged into a dungeon full of sex toys. He seems friendly and, frankly, a little amused by the way she’s shaking. Calmly, he sits her down and takes her hand. Yes, she’s ready. Yes, she’s safe. Somehow the normality of being offered a cup of tea before they start makes what’s about to happen even more exciting for her. It’s the safest thrill of danger she’s ever known.
And then, at last, he leads her into the study where all the ropes and handcuffs and crops and gags are laid out. At his invitation, Scarlett runs her hands over them, knowing he’s going to use them on her. And she can hardly wait.
But there is a protocol to follow and he knows her better than she knows herself. He suspects that if he gives her everything at once, as she so desperately wants, she will simply overload and panic. He needs to lead her through her submission, by the hand.
So he asks for her consent. He asks her to give him her hands. Just her hands. What can he do to her if he just takes possession of her hands? “Do you consent?”
“Yes, sir.”
Now the words are spoken, and a part of her is his, and he *shows* her what he can do to her with his hands alone. He touches her, caresses her, holds her… more like a guide leading her than a lover holding her. And then he gives her the first forbidden thrill of pain when he applies a strap to both her palms. The sting is abrupt, startling, cutting through the fog of a million overlapping daydreams about being a submissive and a masochist and taking whatever her owner wants to dish out to her. The pain is real, and shocking, and far better than anything she could have imagined. No matter how much you practice on yourself, nothing compares to having someone turn their full gaze on you, stare deep into your eyes and hurt you because they want to. She is the total focus of their attention. No one and nothing else exists, just the two of them and her desire to submit and his desire to accept and take control of her, all that she is.
He locks her hands, her hands that belong to him, in handcuffs and thumbcuffs and demonstrates how he can control her. The mere lifting of her arms behind her into the strappado position leaves her powerless to resist – she cannot help but bend forward, panting, as he positions her. Rope dazedly replaces metal as she agrees to surrender her arms to him. He ties her elbows together behind her back and leads her around the room. She knows well enough from reading his profile that he will enjoy it more if she stays on her tiptoes, so almost without conscious thought she strains to stay in perfect subbie pose for him.
Next she agrees to give him her mouth. He had noticed her fascination with the biggest ball gag he had laid out – can she take it? Why yes, she can. And it feels GOOD. But he has more to do with her mouth. Sure, he can finger-fuck her mouth and make her take his fingers deep down her throat. Sure, he can touch her lips, tenderly but possessively, and smear her painstakingly perfect lipstick into artful disarray. But he can also command her to tell him the truth.
“Tell me. What have you been fantasising about?” She hesitates. “Remember,” he reminds her, “your mouth belongs to me.
And now she confesses her core fantasies. Not her darkest or most shameful, but the foundation of it all. The devotion, the doing as he pleases. She has never said this out loud to anyone, ever. It lifts her soul to admit it, even to herself.
With her consent, he has a handful of her cascading red mane in his fist and is in complete control as he pulls her around by her hair. She begins to lose track of time and causality; it feels otherworldly. He could ask for her consent and she would give everything, but he knows better than to take it, to take her all at once. For the next step, he simply claims her breasts as she relinquishes control.
The nipple clamps glow through the haze, but not as sharply as the handcuffs. The pull, the weight is… nice. Strong sensations, but not unpleasant. Even when he takes the small, soft flogger to her breasts to make the bells on the ends of the nipple clamps jingle-jangle, it’s a jumble of pleasure-pain. The riding crop is a beacon, a lighthouse through the fog. She feels it on her clamped nipples! He binds her breasts and replaces the bell clamps with strong clover clamps. When he whips her breasts with the riding crop on the clover clamped nipples she screams and laughs and cries out and when he adds weight to the chain she is almost undone by the pleasure of the pain. He leads her around the room by the nipple clamps, first on her tiptoes and then on her knees. Should she choose to enter his service as a slave girl, Scarlett will certainly find her nipples receiving frequent and prolonged punishment!
He checks her out, because even the most experienced dom can’t read everyone on the first meeting. For some people that would be enough for their first session – overloaded senses no longer register, and he wants her to experience the painful pleasures to come in full measure. But she wants more!
Over his knee she goes, ready for the first spanking of her life. The shock on her face after the first stroke! Her bottom reddens with each handprint as he spanks and again she cries out in half laughter at the intensity of the sensation. (“Now THAT is fucking sweet,” he thinks to himself).
So far his pleasure has been rather generic. Sure, it’s a privilege to coax Scarlett through her first session, to help her find her place and get comfortable in her submission. But he has his own specific desires and it is time to indulge them. He turns his attention to her feet. Of course, the formalities must be observed – she willingly, eagerly gives him control of her soles. Then he takes the leather straps and beats the soles of her feet in a punishing bastinado until they glow almost as red as her bottom and her screams of pleasure and pain echo through the room. He thinks he has the measure of her now, and he is not wrong – she gives him her agony and ecstasy as he takes what he wants from her submissive suffering.
Maybe he could have left her there. Maybe he could have let her go away and worked it all out. But Doms have desires too, and he wants her. He wants to see more of her. To touch more of her, to feel more of her. To look into her eyes again as he hurts her and controls her and makes her serve him for his pleasure and hers. So he plays with her, cock-gagging her, enjoying her, before finally asking her to agree to be his slave.
She immediately gives her enthusiastic consent.
Hywel’s notes:
This film was pretty much invented on the fly on a location trip where we’d already had to abandon plans A, B and C for the shoot because the scripts we’d written were for multiple models… and only Scarlett was actually available to shoot that day. I’d had this idea of progressive consent floating around for a few days and it suddenly occurred to me that we had a perfect opportunity to capture it because we had Steve on camera with a new gimbal-easyrig combo that meant we could get extended “oners”.
That’s jargon for extended rolling shots in a film, shot on a floating platform so that the cameraman can drift in and out to get shots ranging from wide shots to intimate close-ups without it feeling jerky or handheld. What we realised as soon as we started shooting was that it also gave the film an intimacy that regular tripod and close-up shots just don’t have. Scarlett and I could just concentrate on the performance, while Steve moved fluidly between and around us, looking into Scarlett’s eyes to get her reactions to each new thing that happened to her in the scene.
And it makes you feel like you are right there in the room, in the scene with us when you watch it.
It was the first time Scarlett had ever really been spanked, by the way, so those reactions are completely real! As is the impressive reddening of her bottom afterwards (a week later she says she only has a small bruise left, so she has recovered quickly, which is good to know for future films….).
Steve said: “The video of you as Scarlet’s Dom was amazing. It was very obvious while filming and looking through the viewfinder that this was something special… It was one of the few times that I actually felt that this was really hot content while filming. Usually I’m too worried about framing, exposure, audio and getting all the detail and safety of what’s going on… it felt very special”.
Scarlett was also excited when we left the set and when she saw the trailer she said, “Oh my God, this looks so epic and hot! And I totally agree with Steve!”
So we’re very pleased and proud to bring you “Scarlett’s First Session”.
File Size : 3,95 GB
Resolution : 1920×1080
Duration : 01:12:51
