Tina looked around the studio. It certainly looked normal even if everything else about the proposed contract was not. But then that hardly counted for much as the job propper was overseas. This was nothing more than an audition.

Dave walked in and smiled in greeting, "I'm glad you came, Tina. If you follow me through to the office I'll give you your fee upfront. You can then change and I'll introduce you to your future co-worker."

Tina trailed along after the man as he turned and entered a door on the far side of the studio. A sardonic smile on her face at Dave calling her future dominatrix a co-worker.

After walking down a dull white corridor they eventually ended up in a small office and Dave extracted a plain white envelope from a desk drawer. He promptly handed it to Tina, his smile, if possible, seemed even larger. "Tina, I'm so excited about this project and stoked you're considering taking part. I'm certain you are the right woman for this role and I'm sure you are going to enjoy this brief trial."

"Yeah, well, that remains to be seen. As you explained things Yesterday your clients will be reviewing this screen test. So it comes down to them does it not?"

"Oh, they're not reviewing, Tina. They're watching. The only camera today is a skype link so they can watch."

"There'll be an audience?"

"Don't panic. Only five people will ever know this happened. You, me, your Mistress to be, and the couple that owns the site in the UK."

"No recording?"

"To check back over, yes. But we will not use any of today's performance without checking with you, scouts honour, Tina. Hopefully, as this progresses you will see we are above board and completely trustworthy. But we totally understand that you are going to be cautious at first. You didn't bring a chaperone?"

"The fact that you said I could, told me I that didn't need to. Plus the fewer people that aren't shagging me, that know what I look like when I climax, the better. That said I need to make a check-in call with a friend soon and after the shoot."

"That makes perfect sense too. I'm glad you've taken precautions for your safety. Okay if you go back down the corridor to the actual studio the last door on your right is the changing room. There is a locker there that you can set the combination to, so your valuables will be safe. There is a latex catsuit waiting that I'd like you to wear for the screen test. Any bondage items that will be used will be applied on camera. Is that okay?"

"Fine. The last door on the right you say?"

"Yep."

Ten minutes later Tina was examining herself in the full-length mirror and was pretty pleased with what she saw. This was her first time dressing in latex rubber and she was actually enjoying the experience. The smell was not unpleasant and the way the garment squeezed and pulled was pretty good too. But best of all was the reflection in the mirror. Tina was a petite and slim, almost boyish, five-foot-tall. Her breasts were pretty small, a B cup bra worked but Tina rarely even bothered with one. Yet the catsuit was exaggerating all her curves in all the right places. The black glossy, almost liquid looking, rubber flattered her figure and Tina could see herself rapidly becoming a fan. For certain she needn't be shy about walking out into the studio looking like this.

She quickly picked up her phone and called her friend Charlotte. Once Charlotte was primed to call the law if she didn't hear from Tina in five hours she stowed all her stuff in the locker. Setting the combination to her mum's phone number. Then after taking a last look at her glossy figure in the mirror walked out into the studio.

There was now a video camera atop a tripod aimed at a low stage and attached to a laptop by a snaking cable. A plain white background sheet had been pulled down and the vibrator was set up centre stage. A low table piled high with leather fetters stood to one side. None of it drew Tina's attention however because also on the stage was the nameless woman Tina was to call Mistress.

Four days ago Tina looked up at where her ceiling and roof used to be. The hurricane had utterly destroyed her home. Worse, just one week before she had let her insurance lapse. Work had been scarce and it had been a choice of food or insurance. The gamble had gone awry. She should have tightened her belt and gone hungry as she was now effectively homeless.

Ever the pragmatist Tina didn't dissolve into tears. Instead, she had retired to the local library, the only place for miles with internet, and started looking for work. Only now she looked at the jobs she once would not have considered. Not just modelling but acting roles too, adult acting at that. She'd done a fetish shoot once. It had actually been quite fun. How much harder could it be if it was a video camera as opposed to a still camera? One stood out as being able to help her in her present dilemma. A new website was being launched, selling BDSM and fetish items. A model was required to be the public face of the company. The remuneration offered was good, it was overseas work with accommodation supplied and Tina hoped that as a commercial site selling equipment the modelling required would not be too arduous. She had fired off a quick application with an attached resume and a link to her portfolio.

The next day after a night on a friends' sofa she was invited to attend an interview in New York. Travel and accommodation expenses would be paid, for two if required, as well an attendance bonus for showing up to the interview. Three hours later Tina was picking her ticket up at Orlando International.

The interview was held at a restaurant. An Italian chain but the pasta was good enough. She appreciated that the first meeting was in public. To show willing she had arrived dressed in leather. It'd been a dumb move as black leather in early August sunshine, even for a Floridian used to high heat and humidity, was sweat-inducing in the extreme. Luckily she arrived early enough that she was able to freshen up in the restroom of the restaurant.

She'd been met by Dave, who was to be the photographer, he had explained that a British BDSM lifestyle couple were launching a site selling only clothing and equipment that they could personally recommend from personal use. While they did the field testing they did not want to endorse the products personally. Neither wanted to court the celebrity this may incur, plus if they maintained their anonymity they could product test more effectively.

So they were looking for a model, or in truth two models, to become the public face of the company. Tina was being considered for the role of the submissive.

She was shown the portfolio of a woman, who if Dave had told her she was an Amazonian warrior, Tina would have believed him. She apparently stood over six foot tall in her bare feet. Had an amazing DD bust and a figure of a pro athlete. As if the gods had not blessed her enough she had a beautiful face too. Tina felt intimidated just looking at pictures of the woman. It was clear she was a slam dunk for the role of a dominatrix.

"Do you know this person?" Dave had asked. When Tina confirmed she didn't Dave seemed relieved. Then explained that there would be live filming of emotional moments. If Tina did not know someone's name there was no chance of her accidentally ruining a scene by using it.

He then went on to explain the job was based in the UK. That essentially she would have to model the entire range of products offered by the store plus make some demonstration videos for some of the best sellers of less obvious items.

The pay was better than good. Once again flights and accommodation would be met by the client. However, there would be a screen test for the clients to review before the offer was confirmed.

He also pushed a thick stack of paper at her, "The contract. Please read it thoroughly before tomorrow so that you are ready to sign if you pass the test."

And so Tina had taken the paper back to the hotel and laying on the bed had tried to plough through the wordy document. After about three hours reading Tina had a sore neck, a headache and some sections caused her concern.

The first was the requirement to wear certain items of body jewellery. The idea of being pierced did not appeal though given the pay she would fold if they insisted.

The next was a clause that left her liable for costs incurred if she quit after signing. While the hotel and flights she had taken so far and in the future were free of charge. They'd be charged to her if she quit before completing the contract. There was little point raising this with them but it made her determined to ensure this was a safe job before committing. She simply would not be able to afford to back out once she signed.

There was another worrying clause about permanent marks. The wording was vague and in legalese. But it seemed to say she could not complain if they marked her permanently.

Finally, there was a clause that seemed to give her employers power of attorney over her in certain circumstances. She made a note to raise these points before signing and turned in for the night.

So now Tina stood behind the camera staring at the Goddess that was to play the role of Mistress. Tina had confirmed to Dave Yesterday that she was bisexual but the naked lust that was boiling within at the moment had her quite prepared to reclassify herself as one hundred per cent gay. In her twenty-four years on the planet Tina had been in bondage four times. One of those had been at age ten playing the role of a captive princess. Another was the only other fetish modelling shoot she had done, at the start of her career, for an aspiring shibari artist. The remaining two were with Chad Cagney, as he clumsily tried to recreate some simple ties after Tina enthused about her experience modelling for the shibari. He clearly had no aptitude for ropes, or in bed in general, and they had broken up soon after.

Now Tina found herself hoping the statuesque blonde was as expert as the shibari dude had been. Deciding to grab the bull by the horns Tina walked around the camera and up to the giantess.

"Hi," Tina started, "you must be the domme with no name?"

The woman beamed in response, "That's me. Which makes you my new personal sex slave. Gotta say I'm loving you in latex. Let's hope this site sells lots of it."

Tina blushed furiously, "I'm quite enjoying this look too, so I'm on board with that sentiment." Tina looked her future dominatrix up and down, "Your outfit is fairly spectacular too."

The dominatrix was certainly dressed the part. Black leather jeans and a studded leather corset. Patent leather thigh-high boots with five-inch stiletto heels. On the blondes' frame, the outfit screamed violence and power. With the heels, the dominatrix stood a foot and a half taller than her future submissive.

"I'm glad you approve. It's not my usual look, I'm more a pair of jeans and a comfy sweater girl. But the way people are reacting to this outfit... I think I can get used to that."

Tina tried for humour, "So you tie many girls up and beat them?"

"Oh God no love, this is very much my first time. I think I got this gig on my looks alone. I've been up all night trying to learn my lines and practising with the buckles and straps."

"You have lines? I don't."

The blonde smirked, "Yeah, well you don't really need to learn, Ooo ahhh or Ouch! Please, Mistress. I think you get to ad-lib the whole way through."

Tina blushed again, "So what lines do you have? Can I help?"

"Thank you for offering, but if I don't know them now I'm screwed. Just spiel about the products I'm using on you. All I need from you is to be submissive and cooperate. You need to be a trained slave, not a fresh-caught victim."

"That makes sense. So what do we call each other if names are forbidden?"

"Oh, that's easy. You call me Mistress and I'll call you whatever the fuck I like. Dave was very clear on that. He says we must, 'maintain our roles with each other even when the camera is not rolling so we don't slip up when it is.'"

"Really? All the time? Is that necessary?"

"Mistress," corrected the domme.

"Sorry?"

"You failed to address me as Mistress. Apparently, it's in the contract. So necessary is irrelevant. It is a rule."

"Yeah, well I've not actually signed the contract yet..." Tina smirked and continued, "... Mistress. But I'll play along for now."

Just then Dave entered the room. Smiling he walked up to the two women. "Okay, ladies. I see you've met. I trust you've not exchanged names?"

Both women shook their heads in the negative.

"Okay well let's get this show on the road. So I can address you both in character I'm going to call you," he pointed at Tina, "Girl, and you," this time he pointed at the blonde, "Mistress Sin."

"Mistress Sin? Really? Isn't that a bit cheesy?" Asked the dominatrix.

"It's far from settled but it'll do for now." He then turned to Tina.

"Girl, this role is a lifestyle no limit slave to Mistress Sin. Which means no safe words. Obviously, Mistress Sin will stay within the bounds of the agreed contract. If you both land your parts, but I don't want you shouting out a safe word any more than using Mistress Sin's real name. Now, this scene is just her putting you into some leather cuffs and bringing you to climax on the vibrator. No impact toys or torture equipment. Just a bit of sexy fun so I and the clients can see how you react naturally. Is that okay?"

"Yes, although I have some concerns about the contract I want to raise."

"Oh, what are they?"

"Do I have to have the piercings, and if so what are they?"

Suddenly a tinny voice came from the laptop, "Actually we really do sort of need you pierced, Girl."

Tina almost jumped in surprise. How long had the clients been listening in? She turned to the camera, "May I ask why?"

"The idea of you two is that you're standing in for Sadie and me. I'm pierced and Sadie likes to incorporate my piercings into our play. We can't sell an item that works well in this regard, and tell folks about it unless you match me?"

"That makes sense. What piercings do you have?"

"Septum, tongue, nipples, hood and outer lips."

"Oh," Tina blanched, "is the part dependent on getting them?"

"We are going to have to insist, yes."

"Okay," Tina had already decided she would fold but she was still shaken that so may piercings were required. "Umm, there was a clause about permanent marks."

"Oh, yes the lawyers made us put that in," responded the disembodied voice. "The piercings will leave scars as too may the odd overzealous whip mark. Plus throughout other play activities, as you're assuming the role of a no-limit slave, may other things. The lawyers insisted so you didn't come after us if you couldn't wear a skimpy bikini without showing off a couple of whip scars for instance."

"You are going to whip me until I scar?"

"Oh, God, no! But in case it happens accidentally."

"Oh, I see... I suppose that's alright then. Finally, there is something about you having the power of attorney over me?"

"Yes if you pass this audition you'll be flying out here to work. Contacting next of kin in an emergency, God knows what but the lawyers insisted, may be difficult. So for health and safety reasons, we'd like you to give us the authority to make any important decisions if you are incapacitated or unable to communicate."

"Oh, I see, that's a relief. Umm, if you don't mind could I not give it to you guys?"

"Do you know someone in the UK that can be quickly contacted?"

"Damn, no. Umm, how about..." Tina turned to the dominatrix, "...would you be willing? No disrespect to our future employers but I'd rather a co-worker than my boss had such a power."

"You'd trust me?"

"Yes, you seem nice. Look if the worst were to occur I want to donate all my organs, and if I'm in a persistive vegetative state switch me off. Other than that use your common sense." Tina turned back to the camera, "Is that okay with you?"

"Certainly, if Mistress Sin agrees."

"Sure. I'm sure nothing is going to happen anyway," responded the domme.

"It's merely a legal requirement," chipped in the voice from the computer.

"Brilliant!" Declared Dave. "With that sorted can you girls take your places on the stage?"

Tina swallowed nervously and turned to Mistress Sin, "Where do you want me?"

"Oh, yes, well I need you kneeling at my feet on a leash at the start. So come over here and let's get you ready."

Over here turned out to be the low table piled high with leather fetters. Now that she was closer she spotted a riding crop amongst the bondage gear.

"I thought Dave said no impact toys during this?" Tina protested.

"Silly, none will be used on you. But I'm going to be holding one for dramatic effect. I may use it to point or perhaps caress you with but I have no plans to whip you during this. However, you really need to get into your role. Start calling me Mistress or I may just have to prove Dave a fibber."

"Oh? Sorry, Mistress, I forgot."

"Just make that the last time, or I'll give you three strokes just to prove to our employers I have the gumption and to you that I carry out my threats."

"Yes, Mistress," squeaked Tina wondering if the woman was truly nice as she had first thought.

"Good, now kneel down here and I'll lock your collar on, Girl"

"Yes, Mistress," responded Tina once more. So scared now that she could think of nothing else to do but obey. As soon as she knelt a tall stiff leather collar was wrapped around her throat. Her Mistress quickly set about securing the buckles and Tina was alarmed at how tight it was. Before she could think to protest though a sharp click informed her it was now locked in place.

"Now you may be called Girl during this session," stated the domme, "but now that you are collared I consider you my slave. I own you. You are my property. Your only goal is to please me. Forget the job, forget the camera. You do nothing but please me. If you do that I think they'll hire you regardless. But primarily they are looking for you to be an obedient sex slave. So please me and everyone will be happy. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," blurted a thoroughly frightened Tina. This was going much faster than she anticipated and the domme had changed from a sexy vixen into a terrifying vamp in no time at all.

"Good, Girl," soothed the dominatrix as she picked up a leash and fastened it to the front of the collar. "This should be fun, little girl, I'm going to put you in bondage and make you cum for the British couple watching. Remember that all you need to do is obey your Mistress and you'll be screaming in ecstasy in no time."

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tina as she wondered if the dominatrix was reciting these words off her script.

Her Mistress then took up the riding crop and used it to point and direct as she adjusted Tina's position. "Sit up straighter, slave. That's it, now spread your knees wide, good girl. Now, slave, cross your wrists behind your back. As if I had tied them there. That's it, see, you're a natural. I didn't even have to tell you to pull your shoulders back or stick your chest out. I can see you are going to be such a good slave. Now that's the position I want you to assume if ever I order you to kneel. Is that clear, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," replied Tina feeling a little safer now the dominatrix seemed happier with her.

"Good girl," praised Tina's new Mistress before turning to Dave. "We're good to go if you are?"