On Wednesday evening, I got home and made dinner. The counselling session the evening before had been worrying, making me realise the issue wasn’t as simple as I’d thought. What had my mother known? What had Wendy known? Had Mary told me everything she knew? I sat after dinner thinking but got nowhere.
A few weeks ago, I would have been with Marcus tonight, but he was giving me space, and I was grateful. I thought of him and remembered the mysterious DVD he’d given me. Was I in the mood? I knew I soon could be, and I wasn’t going to get anything else tonight. I poured myself another drink and put the DVD in the player and turned the TV on.
As I sat down, I got a shock; Marcus’s voice came out of the speakers.
“Hello, Sally.” I sat there puzzled. “There are two options coming up. I suggest you choose option one tonight, as the other requires you to put your collar on, so you’ll need to do that when you feel ready. Have fun.”
The screen changed, and a large ‘1’ and ‘2’ appeared. I selected ‘1’. His voice again.
“You’ll need your phone and your wand; pause the disc, and restart when you have them.” I paused and went and got them. It felt strange, but I restarted as soon as I sat down. “Now I want you to strip completely.”
I removed everything quickly. It was a weird feeling. When I was at home, I never did this in the living room, only ever in bed. Now I was naked on my sofa listening to Marcus’s disembodied voice. There was a certain thrill to it.
“Now I want you to watch,” he continued, “watch closely. Imagine the girl is you. Concentrate on what you see, and no touching. That’ll come later, don’t worry.”
A film started; a girl, naked, bent over, being punished by a man. Spanked, whipped. I guess it only lasted ten minutes. But it was working. I rarely used porn to masturbate, I’d watched enough when I’d been researching my new-found fantasies in recent years, but generally, my imagination was enough. This situation was different. He’d put this together; for me. That was a good feeling. I found myself watching intently, enjoying her pain. A lot. When the film ended, his voice came again.
“Now, text me. All you need is one two followed by yes or no, depending on whether this is working for you. Pause the DVD until you get a reply.”
[12 YES]
I waited, wishing he’d hurry up. A minute or two later, my phone pinged.
[GOOD RESTART]
I did. His voice again.
“Another film for you, Sally. Watch closely, imagine the girl is you. Concentrate. This time, you can touch. But only your fingers.”
The film was similar to the first, but this time, the girl was being punished by a woman. As I watched I could feel my arousal growing. Well, he’d given me permission, so I spread out on the sofa, and started exploring my body. This film was longer than the first, and I was again enjoying the girl’s moans and cries, but also found myself watching the domme. Watching her obvious pleasure in what she was doing. The film ended before I brought myself to orgasm, but I was very worked up now. His voice again.
“Now text me. One three followed by yes or no to tell me if you’ve come or not, and m or f, depending on which film you enjoyed most. Pause until you get a reply.”
Rather frustrated, I started typing; then stopped. Which had I enjoyed most? Oh boy, I couldn’t decide. I shrugged.
[13 NO F]
Moments later, the reply came.
[INTERESTING RESTART]
I smiled; he knew my fantasies about women and sometimes played girl/girl films and pleasured me while I watched. He saw my reaction. I started the DVD again.
“Last film, Sally. A bit of a compilation, a bit of everything. Quite long. This is all yours. Leave it playing as long as you want. Take all the pleasure you want. Use the wand. Satisfy yourself completely. Let yourself wander into the scenes you see. Feel yourself part of them. When you’re satisfied, skip to the next chapter.”
The next hour or so was rather good. He was right, there was a bit of everything. Solos, Twosomes, threesomes, moresomes; rough, gentle, bizarre. I was lost in it. Lost in my pleasure, the most I’d had on my own. I let myself come down, then remembered his last instruction, and skipped to the next chapter. His voice.
“Welcome back, Sally. Now text one four followed by the number of orgasms you gave yourself.”
Oh God, I didn’t know. I was enjoying myself; I hadn’t been counting.
[14 DIDNT COUNT SORRY]
Then I sent another.
[ANYWAY YOU GAVE THEM TO ME]
I was still recovering but smiling. The response came.
[JUST HELPED A LITTLE LOVE YOU SEE YOU FRIDAY SWEET DREAMS]
I suspected I might have one or two.
At the weekend, we talked about the experience. He’d had fun putting it together and wanted to know if it had worked for me. I told him it had. I asked him what else was on the DVD, but all he said was it needed me to be in the mood to put my collar on and act as if it was a real submission session, so I needed to wait for that moment. I wanted to submit that weekend; I’d done it once more since New Year, and it had been even better. But annoyingly – perhaps deliberately – he declined.
To be continued …
This is an excerpt from Sally’s Shadow, the first book in the Kinky Companions series. Available from the following outlets:
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