It started out as an innocent email of appreciation to your favourite author. It soon led to you doing x-rated videos for him.
It’s late at night. You’re re-reading the draft of the email. Should you send it? You decide to go over it one more time. You’ve never written to an author before.
“I wanted to let you know I’m a fan of your writing,” you say. “You say.”
“I just finished listening to your story about a married woman blindfolded and taken by a handsome stranger in a hotel.”
“Your voice is amazing, but what’s even sexier is the story that you put your female character through. It’s like you could read my mind and most intimate thoughts. I myself am married and in a relationship similar to her. We’ve been together for many years and there’s very little excitement. My husband is vanilla in the bedroom and doesn’t appreciate my body or understand my desire to be controlled and dominated by the right person.”
You continue, “I go to bed listening to your voice every night and getting turned on by your stories. Thank you for making my nights more interesting.”
You pause for a moment before including your name. Then you realize it doesn’t matter, that your name was in your email address anyways.
What are you doing? You wonder. These few paragraphs were a vulnerable personal confession. But the impulse to send it was great. Somehow you could tell through my words that I understood. My true nature came out through my stories. My male characters were dominant, yes, but they were also thoughtful, kind and ultimately enjoyed and respected the idea of deep personal intimacy. They were trustworthy and sought to understand and fulfill those very desires that others seemed to judge harshly.
Your heart pounds as you hit the send button. You’d never done this before and you’re still wondering why you are doing this now.
But you knew exactly why. You sit alone in your bedroom once again, with your insides lit like a match, looking to fan your flames of womanhood and desire only to find them starved of the romantic oxygen you need. Some days home seemed like a prison.
PING!
You jump at the sound of a new email coming in. As you look at your phone you see my email address pop up on your screen. It says “Thank you for your feedback.”
The impersonal tone makes you wince slightly. You open it, but can’t find any text but your own. Then you realize there’s a voice file attached. My voice. You put your headphones on and immediately press play.
“Thank you for your email. It’s great to get a message that’s so thoughtful and appreciative. I can tell by your boldness that there’s an incredibly sexy, naughty, and sensual woman inside you. Sometimes you need the right person, on the right wavelength to fully appreciate it. I’m happy to hear that my naughty thoughts resonate with yours. You sound like a fascinating woman. I’d love to learn more about you.”
For the next week, we email back and forth. You tell me about elements of your life, your accomplishments, and your fantasies. You talk about how stressful things can be, how you sometimes feel unappreciated by those closest to you. Your worries about life passing you by. But you also share your accomplishments and the things you’re proud of. You like the fact I take an interest and help celebrate your wins.
But the things you enjoy talking about most are your fantasies – thoughts and ideas you haven’t shared with anyone. Being blindfolded. Losing control. Being restrained. I’m interested and encourage you. I even respond by sending you sexy audios incorporating all these different scenarios and more.
You begin to love the idea of pleasing me however you can, answering my questions and opening up about the things you’ve done or want to do.
One fantasy you share is about exhibitionism. After you send your email, you realize that I haven’t seen you yet and don’t know what you look like. So far, I’ve fallen for your mind. What would I think if I saw you, you wonder? As you debate the thought, you hear a familiar “ping” from your phone, and your heart races. It’s another voice message.
“It’s time we move beyond words and voices, I want to train you to be my good girl. Here’s what I want you to do. Go to your bedroom mirror and take off all your clothes. Yes, I want you vulnerable and naked. Turn on your video, hold the phone up beside you and say. “Hello, Sir. I want to be your good girl. How can I please you?” I expect you to send it back to me tonight. I’m waiting.”
Your head becomes dizzy, you hadn’t expected this. Or had you? You just shared a fantasy about being seen and the excitement of risk and now you’re being presented with an opportunity to do just that with the man that understands your sexual needs.
It’s late and you wonder if anyone is still up. As you open the door to the hallway you can hear the loud sounds of snoring and realize that you’re safe. No one will hear you make the video.
Sliding off your underwear you go to the mirror and see yourself shaking. You realize it’s one thing to SAY you want to do something daring, and it’s quite another to actually do it.
As you turn a critical eye to your face, then your naked body, your first instinct is to focus on what you think of as possible flaws. Do you look tired? Could your hair be better? What about those extra inches here and there?
But then you pause and take a deep breath. You realize it’s not about perfection. You know I don’t expect you to be a Playboy model, or your photos to look professional.
What it’s really about is being vulnerable and the interplay of trust and power. And for that purpose, this impromptu video in the bedroom is ideal. You look at yourself once again, but this time from the point of view of someone else – Me. And you realize that everything you are right now is more than enough to turn me on. Every inch of you is all it needs to be. It’s time to claim this naked, sexy, and vulnerable power.
Fuck it, you think. I’m hot and I know he’ll appreciate it? And who doesn’t want to be appreciated?
As you hit record on your phone, your words come out stronger and with more emotion than you expected. “Hello, Sir. I want to be your good girl. How can I please you?”
It’s only a few seconds of video, but it has your body tingling and heart racing like nothing you’ve ever done before. You plan to play it back but decide against it. After all, you might chicken out. And that’s not an option. You want to please your master. You realize that’s what I’ve become.
You attach the video and hit send.
In the following weeks, you do more projects. Different positions. In the shower, out of the shower. Smiling into the camera on your hands and knees with your breasts hanging down. “Oh My God,” you think, “What am I doing?” “Who am I?”
“Who are you indeed,” you hear me say as I reply to your latest video. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it. You’re more than just one person. More than just the responsible wife or mom or daughter or sister or employee. You have needs and desires that are sensual and primal. Some may even be dark. It’s time to embrace them and unleash this wonderful part of you in a way that’s safe and without judgment. After all, I understand the needs of my good girl.”
As the days roll by you realize I’m right. Whether it’s walking in the street, driving to work, or even making a meal in the kitchen. You were two people. There was the you that everyone knew. The solid, predictable, and responsible you.
But then, deep in your mind and heart, there was the other you. The you that is fire and life and desire and sensuality.
It was so good to feel her alive again. Even if I was the only one who saw her at her most powerful. Just knowing she was inside you and knowing she was recognized made you feel strong and whole again. How was it that I always seemed to know what you needed?
The next challenge would be an unexpected one. After listening to one of my stories about an upright woman who ends up giving a blowjob to a handsome stranger, you write to me about how you’d suck me and make me cum.
But my reply surprises you.
“You do have a beautiful mouth,” I say in my message. “And it sounds like you’re confident in your skills. Here’s your next assignment. I want to see a video of you and your mouth in action. I know you’ll be a good girl and do that for me.”
The sound of my command turns you on, but you’re not sure what to do. You don’t have a video like that. But the more you think about it the more it excites you. You’re already wet at the thought. You’re going to have to make one.
You go to your closet, put on your sexiest lingerie, and go into the living room where your husband is alone watching TV.
Looking up at you he smiles, but only slightly “Feeling frisky are you dear?”
“Yes,” you reply. “I was just thinking, we need to spice things up a bit. “
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, knowing he won’t have any ideas of his own.
“Here’s my phone, why don’t you take a video of me sucking your cock, and then we can watch it right afterward.”
“Well I had some other things to do tonight, but sure why not?”
It’s not exactly a ringing endorsement but you don’t care. All you are thinking about is me. As he slides the phone in front of your face you began to lick up and down his shaft while staring at the lens. As you lick the tip of his penis and start lightly sucking his head it occurs to you that you could have made a good porn star.
With your hands on his balls now, you dive down his shaft. He’s getting hard but doesn’t respond much otherwise. But it doesn’t matter. You know how I’d handle you. You picture my hand gripping your hair, leading you downwards with each stroke and telling you what a good girl you are. You’re taking his cock like a champ.
Every once in a while you come up for air and stare lovingly at the camera as you slide his member back and forth between your lips. You’re turned on thinking of me watching this later, stimulating myself as I watch this pretty and unassuming lady becoming totally depraved worshipping a penis.
Your body and mind are lit up like a Christmas tree as you show off your skills. You know how to make a man crazy with your mouth.
The camera in your face makes you extra horny. You feel a rhythm change and you know your husband is going to cum.
Cupping his balls you suck hard until you feel that first sensation of heat, then you release your suction and open your mouth letting the camera catch his thick, shiny essence as it squirts on your tongue, then your lips, and around your face.
You listen as he climaxes like he never has before, then you suck him back into your mouth and make eye contact with the camera, using your incredibly sexy eyes to put an extra hot exclamation point on the whole proceedings.
You realize you’ve just made one of the hottest porn scenes ever.
Your husband is overwhelmed with the orgasm and lays there looking like the life has literally been sucked out of him.
You know if I was there I’d want to kiss your messy face, but your husband is a different matter. You go to the sink to get cleaned up and when you return you can hear the sound of your husband snoring.
There was a certain time that you’d be disappointed, but not tonight. You’ve demonstrated your power and you have other options. You rush back to the bedroom alone. This time you decide to watch the video first before sending it to me.
You’re surprised and impressed by your sexual ferocity, but also proud knowing you had it in you all along. Lying with legs spread on your bed, you instinctively stroke between your thighs and are amazed at how responsive you are. You’re going to cum soon.
Your fingers are like lightning, lighting up the pleasure centers of your brain as you think about me watching the video and imagining it was MY manhood you were so aggressively milking on camera
As your fantasy switches, you picture me at the end of your bed watching you play with yourself.
Not the solid, responsible, boring you, but the fiery maiden in all her naughty and sexy splendor, revealing all her sexuality for a man who will sincerely appreciate it.
You switch the video mode back on in your camera and slide it against a pillow that’s positioned near your feet. You’re shooting up between your legs so I can watch you cum. You see your face reflected in the screen, as well as the full curves of your body with nothing hidden. Pure vulnerability, sexuality, and power.
The thought of me watching all of this is driving you crazy, the build comes quickly as do your fingers. Suddenly you’re there and you feel yourself peak, as the camera records your facial muscles as well as your thighs as they squeeze together in pure pleasure.
The orgasm hits and hits again. You roll with it as your eyes slide up into the back of your head.
Time stands still, and by the time you pick up your phone again, it’s hard to know how much time has passed. You load up the two videos and pause your thumb over the send button. You reflect once again about what you’re going to do. Never in your life have you ever thought you’d do this, but you need me to see it. You need the right witness to the deep and true you that’s gone unrecognized for so long.
As you hit send, there’s an immediate ping of a new email coming in. That was way too quick you wonder. Who is it from?
The address is mine. And as you open it, you see a simple message that makes your heart race.
“Next week. I’ll be in your town.”
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