I stand and the three ladies are now in sheer cream gowns that their nipples peak through as they surround the tub and me as I climb into the water. It’s cooler than I would like, but that’s what I get for taking so long in hair and makeup. I stand and pop one hip out as we take a picture together. All the women looking down at the floor, and me, their queen, in the middle.
I lower into the water slowly. The red liquid rises along my skin as I do. The color is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, as it coats my skin in the red glow of beautiful blood. Would real blood look like this, or is it just my imagination?
I snap out of it and adopt my lazy dominance expressions I’m so proud of as Chad continues taking pictures. The women lower their hands into the water and on my body as they move their hands and the photos are taken.
I swear we do so many poses of different variants before Chad directs one woman to lift the pitcher from the water to pour over my chest as I lean back in the tub. Almost like I’m lounging as they care for me. The slow drip of the liquid pouring down slowly over my skin and slipping across my nipples.
“I’ll thicken the liquid to look more like blood, but I think that a few of you standing alone in the tub while covered in the red liquid and then we will be done. So just on my mark, stand up quickly and look mid-evil or something like that.”
I nod and adjust my body so I’m positioned on the balls of my feet so I can stand up easier. Chad calls out and when I stand up, the water comes with me and falls along my skin in drips as they trail along my skin. I can’t help but to look down and follow the path of a few of the red streaks. Mesmerized at the color along my paler skin tone.
The clicks of the camera stop and Chad approaches me and I snap out of the daydream. He holds a hand out to me as a woman comes forward with a towel to lie at my feet for me to step on. I take Chad’s hand and climb from the tub.
“Great job, Letty. I think we have everything we need. If not, I will let you know, but I’m positive you were amazing. I can’t wait to see what else you come up with for the cam to collab with this session.”
“Thank you, Chad. I can’t wait to see the final results.”
“Get out of here and get that dye off your skin before it tries to stain or some shit.”
“You got it.”
I wrap the towel around me and head for the locker room with my robe slung over one arm. I can’t believe it’s already over. It both seemed like it took forever, but also it passed by far quicker than I could have imagined.
I place my headpiece in my locker and close it before turning the lock, so it clicks into place. People don’t really steal or anything here, but that’s one expensive piece I don’t want to misplace. Personal anxiety type of shit and all. Responsibility is up to each person for their things and this one is important to me.
I had big plans for that head piece for future sessions. Perhaps even a new persona to introduce to my subs. I wonder if they will like the new one or if it will lose me some subs from my platform?
I shower and then dress in my sweats before grabbing my things from the locker room to leave for the day. I don’t have a live session today since we planned the photoshoot for an off day of mine instead. I wanted to focus only on it and nothing else.
Tomorrow I will be back to do a live. Sundays and Mondays are my off days and Tuesdays are degradation and humiliation days, so I will be back as Mistress Sidian tomorrow for more punishments. Wednesday is my private session day with select lucky subs. Thursdays are my vibe days, so whatever I’m feeling that day. Fridays are for my monster babes that want to see mypussy swallow monster cocks. Saturdays are for my in person demonstrations.
Usually on Saturdays I have a trusted partner that comes in with me and I get to role play, various BDSM roles we negotiate, and then anything else that they are into. Sometimes it’s a man and I don’t even have to fuck them to make the subs go wild for it. When I bring a woman, though, I do put on one hell of a show for the subs.
I step from the building and pull a cigarette from my bag and light it. Several others are sitting on the porch chatting and I nod my greetings as I inhale and make my way towards my car. The day is still early and I’m beyond ready for a brunch situation to happen.
As I sit down in the car, I can’t help but remember the way that red liquid ran across my skin and left trails behind. I really want to know what real blood would look like splattered across my skin. Would it leave it feeling young and beautiful like the crazy bitch Bathory thought it did? Was she just as insane as everyone thought she was?
I can’t help but to contemplate the situation in my mind as I drive from the parking lot, puffing on my cigarette like a freight train. I don’t think I will ever forget the feeling that photoshoot just left me with. I am officially obsessed with the thought and vow to stop by the Halloween store on the way home to grab some buckets of fake blood or something.
I don’t fucking know. Maybe I am insane.
Maybe I’ve lost the last bit of myself as the thought of those women’s hands play across my skin and the red liquid pours over my breasts slowly to drop from my pointed nipples. Damn if that wasn’t a fantasy come to life.
Sure, I’m a professional at heart, but now I want that in real life. I want to be fucked while covered in blood. To beworshipped as the real Mistress and then make them kneel before me so I can make them cum while I drain them dry.
Never mind. Something is very wrong with me. I toss the cigarette butt into the ashtray in my center cupholder and light another. I’m obsessed and struggling with my feelings that this damn photoshoot has brought up inside of me.
I stop at a local cafe and grab myself a coffee before heading over to the little restaurant next door to order some food to go. I sip the coffee as I wait and watch the crowds as they come and go from the place. Most barely glance my way.
It’s hard to believe that they could all be a subscriber of mine. I couldn’t possibly know who they all are. Either by the anonymous status quo or the fact they would never say anything when on there. I could have been naked and had sessions with many of the very people in this room. Yet, they would say nothing to me. Too afraid to approach me in real life, which is a good fucking thing because I would cut a bitch.
Hmmm. Cut them. The blood. We are back to that now. My mind is spinning with the possibilities.
I shake my head as the server calls my name and I offer her a smile as she hands me the bag of food. They have the best BLT sandwiches around. I leave the place and head for the car. Back to the lonely gothic manor that I’ve made my world. Between my work schedule and what I do, I don’t have many friends. I definitely don’t have a girlfriend.
Imagine telling them I’m a cam girl that likes to degrade and humiliate others and fuck some other days. Yep, that never goes over well. So I’m alone and for now, that’s all it can be. Me alone, in my house, and watching the shitty TV shows that leave me feeling numb.
That’s my life. Ain’t money just grand. It can buy me anything I want, except the friendships and companions that are genuine. They want the money or connections I have.Nothing about me will ever be good enough to find a true friend, or at least someone who understands me.
