The Baroness greeted Kristin, Vindiatrix and Shield Lass at the doorway to Stage Three.

“Are you ready to continue?”

“Kristin said we shouldn’t bother getting dressed,” Vindiatrix said. Sure enough, she and her partner still wore nothing but their masks. “So, unless there’s some outfit you want us to wear for the next scene, we’re ready.”

“No, au naturel will do nicely; this scene won’t require costuming. You’re simply going to learn and practice one of the basic lesbian sex performance techniques.”

“Learn?” Shield Lass asked. “I already know how to have lesbian sex!”

“Me too,” Vindiatrix added. “I used to think I was straight, but I’m not an ignoramus.”

“I’m sure you both understand the mechanics of it. There’s more to erotic performance than that.”

Kristin spoke up, “Before I joined the Leathergals, I was an adult actress for a few months. I learned a few useful talents.”

“That’s why I’ve put Kristin in charge of day-to-day operations at Baroness Blackleather Productions,” the Baroness added. “She’ll be joining you in front of the camera during some of your future features. For now, listen to her and learn.”

Kristin waved toward a large bed surrounded by cameras. “Lie down. Leave some space between you.”

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass settled into position on opposite sides of the king-sized mattress and looked up at themselves in the ceiling mirror. They turned their attention to Kristin as she began giving them their directions for the scene.

“You’re going to start with a session of masturbating for the cameras. Spread your legs and slide one fingertip between your pussy lips—”

Shield Lass burst out laughing. “You’re... you’re teaching us how to jill off? I mean, like literally teaching us how to jill off?”

“Kristin is teaching you how to make an entertaining erotic performance out of masturbation,” the Baroness replied rather archly. “Kristin, please continue. You two ladies, please be quiet and listen.”

“As I was saying,” Kristin said, “Slide one fingertip between your pussy lips while keeping your other fingers curled back out of the way of the cameras.” She shot Shield Lass a look. “Or did you already know about that part?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Wiggle your fingertip around gently and slowly. You want to get your motor running, but don’t get anywhere near climax just yet.” Apparently noticing the duo’s somewhat disappointed expressions, she added, “This part is buildup toward the big payoff. Take long slow deep breaths to show off your boobs, shimmy your hips to show off your curves, and keep the heat simmering along.”

She looked back toward the Leathergal seated at a control console, who gave a thumbs-up signal. “OK, get started!”

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass began gently diddling themselves, following the instructions to avoid stimulating themselves too intensely and to keep their hands from blocking the cameras.

They watched themselves in the mirror, tits rising with each deep breath, hips swaying in time to their finger strokes. They felt a warm glow as they imagined the pleasure they would bring to their audience. They settled into an unspoken competition, each observing the other’s performance and trying to outdo it.

Vindiatrix moaned. “Mmmmm... oh, yes...,” Shield Lass murmured. Their fingering continued at a steady leisurely pace, keeping their responses at a low simmer while giving the cameras and microphones plenty of time to capture each sound and image.

After a little while, Kristin raised a hand to get their attention.

“Now, snuggle close and start fingering each other.”

The duo wriggled across the mattress until they were side by side. They maneuvered into position, each with one hand positioned next to the other’s crotch. After a bit of initial fumbling, each of them had a finger probing the other’s slit.

They turned their heads to face each other, then slowly but surely moved in for a long deep kiss. Once again they applied the technique they had used on stage earlier, alternating between mashing their faces together and pulling back sufficiently to catch their breath and display some tongue action.

“Now, speed things up and bring each other to climax,” Kristin said.

They pulled out of the kiss and began fingering each other more aggressively, using two fingers while still trying to give the cameras a clear view. They rocked their hips into it, deliberately at first and then reflexively as their bodies responded to the stimulation. Ceiling-mounted cameras moved in to capture closeup views of the women’s faces as the moment approached.

Vindiatrix gasped as her hips twitched and her body shivered. Shield Lass cried, “Oh... oh yes!”

Their bodies relaxed as the orgasm faded. They stared into space for a long moment, then turned toward each other to exchange a kiss that was more affectionate than passionate as they shared the afterglow.

“That went very well!” the Baroness beamed. “With a little judicious editing, it will make a nice little bonus scene. Now, just lie there for a little while cuddling and snuggling until you’re ready for another performance.”

“I’m ready now,” Vindiatrix replied.

“I’m always ready!” Shield Lass declared.

The Baroness shook her head. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I want you rested. Also, I want to film a few minutes of cuddling and snuggling.”

The heroines complied, rolling onto their sides to face each other. The let their hands wander, and exchanged a few more kisses, but were careful not to get themselves too excited. Mistress was right; they’d give a better performance later if they took the opportunity to rest now.

Vindiatrix noticed a camera pivoting to get a close view of Shield Lass’s rear end. She slid her hand onto her buttock, slowly squeezed and released it a couple of times, and move her hand away. There, that would provide another sexy video clip for the final production.

She blinked as she felt a gentle but unmistakable slap on her butt. She grinned as the obvious explanation came to her. “Great minds think alike,” she chuckled.

Finally, the Baroness’s voice broke them out of their relaxed reverie. “Are you ready?”

Both women looked up at her. “Like my partner says, we’re always ready!” Vindiatrix declared.

“I’m glad to hear that.” She waved her hands outward. “Move over to the sides of the bed.”

The heroines scooted apart, opening up space between them.

“This final scene won’t go on the video,” the Baroness said. “It’s for my private collection...” She unzipped her bodysuit down to her navel. “...and my personal entertainment.”

One of the Leathergals helped her remove her boots. She then finished unzipping her suit and removed it, then doffed her gloves. Like the heroines, she was now naked except for her mask.

The Baroness sat on the foot of the bed. She lay back and maneuvered herself toward the head of the bed until she lay between the heroines.

“Now, each of you get one finger into me. Don’t worry about blocking the camera view; I already know what I look like down there.” She chuckled. “Think of it as a teamwork exercise.”

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass complied. They mostly got in each other’s way at first, but after a few fumbles their fingers slid smoothly against each other and into Mistress’s wetness.

Meanwhile, the Baroness returned the favor, reaching out to simultaneously finger the women at her sides.

“One of these days I’m going to line up enough mats to have me and both of you and every single Leathergal do this,” she purred. “I suppose they’ll have to draw straws to see who gets stuck out at the ends of the line with only one playmate.”

“With enough women you could make a big circle and—,” Vindiatrix started to say before she let out a sudden gasp.

“That tactical mind of yours never quits—” the Baroness chuckled. She too was cut short as she shivered and moaned.

Conversation and coherent thought were soon left behind. The three women found themselves taking deep breaths in unison as they drove each other closer and closer to climax.

The Baroness reached the brink first with a loud moan and a mattress-shaking shudder. Vindiatrix and Shield Lass were not far behind.

“Oh... that was lovely!” She reached out a bit further to give each of her companions a friendly pat on the hip. “I’m going to enjoy reliving this moment!”

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass each felt a thrill at the mental image of their Mistress watching this scene and taking fresh pleasure from it.

After a long moment, the women got out of bed and stood up.

“That’s all the filming scheduled for this evening,” the Baroness said. “The only other thing we need before you leave is to take your measurements. After that, you’ll probably want to take another shower before you get dressed and go home. Your outfits will be waiting for you there.”

Kristin beckoned the duo to follow. They walked a short distance down the hall and into a small room that contained a control console and a telephone-type booth.

“Step inside and hold your arms up like this,” Kristin said, raising her hands above her head.

Vindiatrix stepped into the chamber. Beams of light played across her body for about five seconds, and then Kristin waved her to come out. The procedure was repeated with Shield Lass.

“Now, just to be sure, I’ll also do it the old-fashioned way,” Kristin said, holding up a tape measure. After a few minutes of alternately feeling up the heroines and actually taking their measurements, she announced, “That’s all for tonight. You probably want to take another shower before you leave; you’ll find your clothes waiting for you there.”

Sure enough, their costumes were laid out on a shelf just outside the shower stall. Each had a card with a private phone number for Baroness Blackleather Productions on the front and a handwritten note on the back. “I’ve scheduled your next recording session and custom prop fitting for 8:00 PM Friday. Please call to confirm or reschedule. —BB”

At the bottom of the note was a further comment: “PS: I’ve covered the showercams in case you want to wash your faces.”

Sure enough, each semi-hidden camera had a suction cup hook placed over it.

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass glanced at each other, removed the hooks, and took off everything except their masks. They could always wash their faces when they got home, but they didn’t want to miss an opportunity to perform for Mistress.