Part 10 Penny and the Black Swan

Tanya went off to work the scene with the rest of the girls and I went to find Sam. I explained to him what I wanted, and he said it would be easy enough. He went off to collect up his equipment while I went off to make-up to get a better face.

We checked back with Andrew and set up his computer to receive the streaming once Sam had dialled in. I was kitted out with a small mic and the transmitter was clipped to the back of my panties. We tested the whole system with Sam and I going outside, and I walked about reciting a kiddy poem while he filmed. Back in the office Andrew said that it all went well. Sam and I left in the car, and I explained the scenario to him as we went along.

He dropped me near the café Odette had nominated and I went in to secure a table next to the window, telling the waitress that I would order when my friend turned up. I could see Sam parked across the road, looking as if he was stopped to take a call and, as I looked at him, he gave me a thumb up.

Five minutes later I saw Odette across the road, in a plain shift with leggings and looking as if she was in two minds so I waved at her from my seat, and she must have made her mind up as she came into the café. I got up to give her a hug and a cheek kiss.

She sat and the waitress came back. We ordered a toasty each with a cup of coffee.

“It’s so good to see you again Odette, I have to say that you look stunning in daylight.”

She blushed.

“I was in two minds today after you called. I didn’t know if you really wanted to see me or tell me off for the way I acted with you.”

I looked into her eyes.

“That wasn’t acting, though, was it? You were the cat that had been given a ball of yarn to play with and I thought it was wonderful being that yarn.”

He eyes lit up and she had tears in them.

“Thank you so much Penny, you have no idea what that means to me. When we were dancing and chatting, I thought that I could trust you. You were my dreams come true, a guy with the nerve to dress like a girl and I wondered if you may be just a little docile. That side of me has been my downfall and it destroyed my life.”

I put my hand on hers.

“Odette, you have nothing to be ashamed of. What happened that night was the act of a true enthusiast, not a deviant. Over the last couple of months, I have met guys and girls who do much stranger things and it is all part of the job.”

“What do you do?”

This was the point of no return.

“I am an actor in a porn movie serial. The story started with me as a fully-fledged bloke, and I have been changed to the point you see me today. Nothing permanent or chemical, you understand.”

She smiled and I knew we had made a slight breakthrough.

“I was given a DVD porn movie once. It was very attractive with the cover showing an African looking girl with a whip. It made me so hot I could hardly stand it and then the slave rebelled and jabbed her with her own cattle prod. I cried then but she got her own back and feminised him to the stage where she sold him to a brothel. One of the girls you came to the club with looked a bit like her. The actress in the film was called Stormy.”

I chuckled.

“You were right, one of the girls in our show goes under the name of Stormy but I cannot see Susan doing the sort of thing you have described in real life.”

The look on her face was something to behold so I went on.

“So, tell me, how on earth is a beautiful girl like you working in a charity shop, you are much more educated for a gig like that?”

She sniffed, holding a tissue to her eyes.

“You’re right. I had a good education and trained as a teacher. I taught drama. My fall from grace came very early in my career. I was producing a school play and had come across a short play about the Marquis De Sade that was a real test for the cast, even if it didn’t include acts of sadism. We were doing a dress rehearsal one afternoon and the headmaster paid us a visit. He had heard from some parents, and it only took him five minutes to read the cast list and a bit of the dialogue before he brought my world down around my ears.”

She looked down at her plate.

“I was called all kinds of pervert, dismissed and black-listed. I volunteer to get some welfare because the employment people have given up getting me a job. I was only stretching the childrens’ imaginations, not perverting them!”

We sat for a while and finished our meal. She seemed to get her act back together.

“You know, I have never told anyone before about that, or the reasons behind that event. I went out on a limb Friday night because you went along with me. I don’t even own black leather jeans or stiletto boots.”

“But I would guess that you know where we can buy some, don’t you?”

She looked startled and then laughed for the first time today,

“Of course, I do, you wouldn’t think that I would completely cut myself off from my dream world, would you?”

“Good, I need a new black outfit, let us go and see what we can get. You don’t have anything else to do today, do you?”

She smiled broadly.

“No, I just want to enjoy my day with you. It will make going back to the charity difficult, but I have done difficult before.”

We left the café and walked, arm in arm, along the road and then went two blocks across until we came to a sex shop.

“I have been told that they have a special section here for doms but have never been in.”

“Then there is a first time for everything, let’s clothe your fetish, make us both look good, and it will all be on me.”

We went in, past the dildos, vibrators, chains, handcuffs and other items with a dubious purpose and the salesperson looked up.

“Can I help you, ladies? You don’t look as if you would ever need a dildo, maybe some beads or edible lubricant?”

“We have heard that you have a section that we dominatrix mistresses would be happy to see.”

“Ah! The black leather brigade. Just through that passage at the back to the room on the end. There is everything you may need as well as changing booths and mirrors. Just give me a call if you need anything.”

I had never been anywhere like it, the smell of good leather was intoxicating, and we tried on a lot of different outfits, including masks and whips. In the end we had ourselves outfitted in identical boots with five-inch heels, skin-hugging black leather pants and black silk blouses.

We also picked two very short black leather skirts that I could not resist. During the course of this she noted that I now had breasts that were not there on Thursday, so I told her that changes happened quickly in my world.

She was wistful when we looked at ourselves in the big mirror,

“Thank you for this Penny. I will remember how I look now. I suppose we must change back.”

I laughed.

“No way, Odette, not now I have seen Odile there is no chance we are going to change back for a while yet.”

Just then Susan came into the room in the outfit she must have worn in the cattle prod movie, and she smiled.

“Hello, you two, the boss wants to see you both in the office.”

Odette was about to pass out and Susan had thoughtfully brought some smelling salts with her which she waved under her nose, giving me a wink as she did so.

I put all of our own stuff in bags, and we went up to the counter where the salesman clipped the tags, added the skirts to the bags and totalled up the account which I paid with my credit card.

Of course, the name brought a look at me.

“It should have read Julia N. Spinks. The N is for nymphomaniac.”

He almost creamed his jeans, especially with three black-clad doms standing at his counter. Outside we found Sam with the car. The other two got in the back, Odette still a bit unbelieving but Susan was talking quietly to her.

Sam whispered as I passed him.

“Good work, Penny, I will see you if I ever need a shrink. That girl is an absolute find once we give her back her dignity.”

Sam drove us back to the studio where we were waved though the gate and he parked. Odette was now much better and was talking to Susan about the prod movie, saying how she had cried when the tables were turned.

Susan laughed.

“Not as much as I did, that was not in the script and the thing was real and turned on. I got the shock of my life and there was no acting in that scene, I can tell you. It did make it easier for us to go full out for the rest of the shooting, though, and it made it a much better film.”

We got out of the car.

“Andrew wants us to show Odette the set-up before she sees him. Maybe even have a little screen test, there is a set out the back set up for dom scenes, you may remember it from the movie, Odette.”

When we got to the office set where the other girls were filming a scene where they were arguing about how far I should be taken. The final was where they say, “All the way!” and high-five each other.

We watched from behind the lights until they had finished and then Susan led us onto the set to introduce Odile, maybe the new Germaine, and Dom Penny, her apprentice. The other girls all squealed and rushed over to give us hugs.

Tanya stood in front of me and dropped her head.

“What do you desire of me, Mistress.”

I put on a stern voice.

“Obedience, slave, just obedience.”

Sam came over with some props.

“I thought we can do the tour of the place with the proper appearance; it will help Odile find herself as we go.”

So, we fitted the five girls, all dressed in the height of office fashion, with collars and leads and Susan went to each one and handcuffed them behind their backs.

“Odile, we two are your assistants; you give the orders from now. I think that the first should be ‘Slaves, give us the tour!’”.

Odette smiled broadly and grasped the leads that were attached to Sheila and Paula and her strong voice boomed.

“Slaves, show me around or else you will feel the lash of my whip!”

Susan took Annabelle and Elizabeth while I had Tanya. All five girls had, I expected, played the slave before and they became meek and mild and right into character.

“This way, Mistress Odile, This is the office set, Paula will lead us to the bedroom sets.”

We set off on our tour, showing Odette all of the different bedrooms and small sets, with the cameramen following us. As we went the Odile became strong and she was looking almost scary to me.

We finally got to parts of the studio I had not yet seen, various dungeons and a couple of bedrooms which I thought may be set up for some of my future scenes with pink covers and wardrobes overflowing with satin and lace creations.

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