Extreme Toyland VIII: Polishing Daphne

After lunch, Lisa and Rick met up in one of the offices. Lisa made it clear that she would get back to him about his whole weekend adventure. For now, the PPV session with Daphne was more important, so she wanted to catch up with him about the progress on the production.

"What are you smirking about? I am not really in the mood, dear," Lisa looked at Rick, who was sitting behind one of the computers.

"There's a surprise for you," he replied.

"Are you sure you want to go there? I think I've had enough surprises for now," Lisa said.

"Relax, this one you'll like, I'm sure."

"Come on then, spill it!"

"You know how we always get three session setups for these PPVs and then we pick one for production?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, on Wednesday we got an e-mail in with a fourth."

"What e-mail, what are you talking about? We do not take requests for the PPV sessions."

"I think you'll agree to make an exception this time."

"I don't like where this is going. We have policies for a reason. Tell me what's going on."

"Well, while you were off to Victoria's, we started prep on today's production. It was Daphne's turn and since she is kind of the extreme masochist queen around here and her sessions get so intense, we tried to pick something fitting. She only does two sessions a year now, you know."

"Yeah, so, what did you decide on?"

"Well, up until Wednesday we had this whole thing where she'd be suspended from her tits, lowered over a humongous metal dildo shaped like a horse-cock, which would slowly slide deep into her because of her body weight and whatever we'd add to ankle cuffs. And get this, the metal horse cock is basically the chimney of the oven it's mounted on, so depending on if you wanted to really light a fire in there, it could get pretty intense."

"And we have this horse cock oven here?" Lisa wanted to know.

"Yeah, Rachel ordered it a while ago, it came in this week. It's custom made in Austria."

"So why aren't we using it?"

"Cause of the e-mail we got on Wednesday morning. Here, read it. Tell me if I made the right call."

Rick got up from his chair and let Lisa take his place behind the computer. She started reading.

"Dear Mistress Lisa,

We have never met in person, but I have admired your work for a long time. Maybe you have seen mine as well, I used to run a web site called Pain Clinic until a few years ago. Now my son runs it under a different name.

You have a wonderful model that I have become quite obsessed about. Her name is Daphne. I have thought up many sessions that I would love to see done with her perfect body. I wrote two of those sessions down, see the attached file.

This weekend I will be in your country for a personal visit. I was wondering if your schedule allows for a visit on Monday. Maybe I can see Daphne in person and we can discuss some business.

I am sorry about the short notice and I sincerely hope that we can make this work. I hope to hear from you soon.

Kind regards,
Istvan"

"Istvan?! From Pain Clinic!?" Lisa exclaimed. She was in shock. This man produced some of the most brutal torture porn ever from his small but well-stocked studio in Central Europe. She'd been a member of Pain Clinic when she was just a student, waiting anxiously for each weekly update.

"Please tell me that you got back to him?!"

"Of course, everything's been taken care of. He's here, waiting for you in the Red Room. Petra and Jessica are with him as entertainment, since they aren't scheduled to perform for another couple of weeks."

"Oh my God," Lisa yelled. "I need to get dressed properly."

"Relax, I told him you'd be back here in the afternoon, so you have some time. I'm sure he's enjoying the girls right now."

"So does he want to perform the PPV?!"

"No, he is looking forward to watching you perform one of his scripts on Daphne. We picked the second script from the attachment for the session. The basement is ready for production when you are."

Lisa and Rick went over the second script together to get Lisa up to speed. It sounded like a lot of fun, containing some pretty inventive stuff and painful tortures for Daphne. Lisa couldn't wait to meet Istvan, but wanted to get dressed properly first.