Virtual Submission – Part 2

The next session with Jenny was hard. I was digging deep now, dragging feelings from deep inside me. But I could see the progress I was making. I even sometimes saw my mother and sister now without that shadow looming as large. I was interested to see Jenny hardly ever mentioned my father or the money. She was encouraging me to talk about everything else; those I wanted to remember fondly, I guess, rather than the things I didn’t. He inevitably put in appearances, but he wasn’t the focus. I had a bad night though, memories floating above me.

The next evening, I wanted to relax and take my mind off the therapy, so I decided to play the other track on the DVD. After all, the first track had given me the desired results, and I was intrigued by the second. How could I submit when we were in different places? I knew some people did it but couldn’t see how it would work. The whole appeal for us was the closeness, the touch, the physical and verbal contact. Oh well, let’s find out.
In the beginning, he asked me if I wanted to submit to the virtual Marcus. Then he told me to get ready by dressing in any way I’d like and get a butt plug, lube, and the wand. I paused and got ready at my leisure. I showered and put on a full set I knew he loved. It made me feel good and the situation was turning me on. A new experience. I sat down with toys and my phone. Restarted the DVD; his voice.
“If you wish to continue you need to put your collar on. Remember, I will expect the same obedience, same rules. I will expect you to be honest and not break those rules. Obviously, you will be able to stop at any time given the situation, but if you do, I’d like you to tell me. If you’re ready, put your collar on. Restart when it’s on.”
I picked it up and put it on myself for the first time; he’d done it for me up to now. It was a bit fiddly, but I fastened it up. Restarted.
“Sally, I still expect responses when I tell you to do things, even though I can’t hear them. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I heard myself saying to the empty room. It felt surreal.
“Right. Text me two two to tell me you’re ready. Pause.”
[22]
After a couple of minutes, the reply came.
[GOOD GIRL RESTART]
“Stand up.” I did.
“Bend over the sofa.” I did.

For the next hour or so, he moved me around; got me to stand in several positions and hold them. At first, it felt silly, like a game. But I gradually focussed on what I was doing, on listening for his voice and obeying his instructions. Saying ‘yes sir’ after every command. I let myself be led, wanting to follow. I obeyed and texted him as required. When I restarted after one pause, he told me to bend over my coffee table facing the TV, and a film started.
Another punishment session, this time quite fierce. A girl in the same position I found myself in, but tightly bound, being whipped and caned. I was worked up, and it turned me on more. I knew I couldn’t do anything about it. Not without being told. Strangely I never even thought of disobeying. I watched as the girl’s bum took more and more punishment, then the guy used her; mouth, pussy, ass, finally coming over her face, as always in these films. I was breathing heavily now, desperate for some relief.
His voice returned, text time.
[31 PLEASE MAY I COME SIR]
[NO RESTART]
The next film featured two girls in sixty-nine. I watched, wanting someone to do that to me right now; man, woman, I wouldn’t have cared. In the middle, his voice came over the film.
“Put the plug in, Sally.”
I reached for it and the lube, pulled my briefs down and inserted it without much difficulty, I was used to it now. Pulled them up again. All whilst keeping my eyes glued to the TV. I wasn’t sure of the time now. Just lost in the moment. The film came to an end, and I tried again.
[32 PLEASE MAY I COME SIR]
[NO RESTART]
“Lay back on the sofa, Sally. During this next film, you can play with yourself any way you like. But only through your knickers, and you must not come until I give you permission.”

The next film nearly blew my mind. One of my darkest fantasies; abduction. I’d told him. Two men snatching a girl, driving her to a deserted place; taking their time, stripping her, tying her up, toying with her, spanking her. But boy, given my mood, it was so hot. I was playing with myself now, my fingers rubbing my nipples and pussy over the material of my underwear.
They were whipping her now, her cries loud under every stroke. I looked several times at the wand but was worried once I used it, I wouldn’t be able to control my need. When they started caning her, I succumbed. Putting it on low, I used it on the less sensitive areas, but even they were pretty responsive now. I avoided the obvious places. Couldn’t trust myself. I was his. Couldn’t disobey. The girl was being fucked now; mouth, cunt, ass. Two men together, using her. Suddenly his voice came through.
“What do you want, Sally?”
I put the wand down, and unsteadily composed a text.
[U SIR]
[TRY AGAIN]
[TO COME SIR PLEASE]
[NO KEEP GOING SEE HOW LONG YOU CAN BEAR IT]
I wasn’t sure myself. I was getting close to my special place. The world was outside. But even so, I was finding it hard to control myself. I was watching the girl and imagining how it would feel to be in her place. To be beaten, to be used, to be fucked senseless. At that moment, I wanted to be her. I carried on, not thinking to slow down, let alone stop. I was his. Time slowed; I was lost. I vaguely heard a knocking sound. I carried on.

Another loud rap brought me back towards reality; someone at the door. Shit. Not now. Probably my elderly neighbour wanting one of her chats; that would bring the evening to a frustrating halt. I found the remote, paused the DVD, and walked a little unsteadily to the hall, still in a daze. Grabbing a coat off the rack to cover myself, I turned the door handle.