Unspoken Pleasure

I was impressed. She had written a fantasy that was Literotica-worthy and had given me a plethora of insight into her young, submissive mind.

That night we met on MSN, clearly stressed about what she had sent me.

Jenny78ph: Are you there?

Jenny78ph: That story was so embarrassing; I can’t believe I sent it. I have been stressed about it all day thinking about what you must think of me. It was bad, wasn’t it, and you were shocked?

I waited a few minutes before responding, not wanting to look too eager. I was portraying the voice of knowledgeable reason, dontcha know!

DrMeg: Hi, my dear. There is no reason to be ashamed and it certainly wasn’t shocking or bad. Fantasy is natural and a great way to relieve stress.

Jenny78ph: Really? You’re not mad?

DrMeg: Of course not. I fantasize too.

Jenny78ph: About?

DrMeg: Many things. Your fantasy turned me on a lot and told me so much about you. I enjoyed how real the fantasy was, you could probably write for Literotica with that nasty mind of yours.

Jenny78ph: Really? OMG, I am SO embarrassed. You think I have a nasty mind?

DrMeg: Yes, you really do. But do not be embarrassed, be proud. By writing down your fantasy and then sending it to someone who understands you, you have allowed your pent-up frustrations to be released and your true sexual desire to come alive. I assume you got off last night after writing it?

Jenny78ph: Yes… twice.

DrMeg: So I learned a lot from your fantasy, by the way.

Jenny78ph: Like what???

DrMeg: You are very smart, yet insecure.

Jenny78ph: True and true.

DrMeg: You stress easily and have no real outlet to release your stress, so I assume you either read or watch a lot of porn online.

Jenny78ph: OMG!

DrMeg: Am I wrong?

Jenny78ph: No, I read a lot online.

DrMeg: A lot of what?

Jenny78ph: Porn, mostly lesbian porn.

DrMeg: And I am guessing it is lesbian porn where one experienced person seduces an inexperienced one.

Jenny78ph: Yes

DrMeg: And I am also guessing it is one where one woman dominates and controls another.

Jenny78ph: Am I that transparent?

DrMeg: Not to everyone, but I can also tell you are the submissive one, because after being high-strung and stressed at school or work, you want to just let go and be told what to do.

Jenny78ph: OMG, yes!

DrMeg: I want you to finger yourself for me, my dear.

Jenny78ph: Yes, ma’am.

DrMeg: Good girl. It’s now time for the next step in your treatment. Do you want an online Mistress to guide you as you learn your true sexuality?

Jenny78ph: Yes!!!!!!!!!

DrMeg: And you will obey my instructions without hesitation?

Jenny78ph: yes, ma’am.

DrMeg: Didn’t you call that cheerleader Mistress? You may address me in that fashion if you wish.

Jenny78ph: Sorry, yes Mistress, I will obey ALL your instructions.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

DrMeg: Now slide two fingers in that sweet cunt of yours and come for your Mistress Megan.

DrMeg: Come now, my pet.

DrMeg: Now!!!

Jenny78ph: Kkkkkkk, Comiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!

Choosing that exact moment, I picked up the phone and called her cell number. Surprisingly, she picked it up on the fourth ring. Her breathing was stilted and it was obvious she had obeyed my instruction.

“Hi, Ms. Cameron,” she said, her voice raspy.

“You ok?” I asked, although I knew exactly why she was breathing like she was.

“Sorry, just finished working out,” she covered impressively.

“I hate to ask last minute, but I desperately need a babysitter tonight,” I said, adding, “any chance you can be a dear and come over?” I shook my head when I realized I had used the word ‘dear’. Luckily she didn’t make the correlation that her next door neighbor Megan and her online Mistress Megan were one and the same.

From her hesitation, I could tell she didn’t want to come over, she wanted to keep chatting with the cyber me. So I sent her a quick message.

DrMeg: Sorry, but I have to get going. We will continue our conversation tomorrow, is that clear, my dear?

On the phone I pleaded, “Sorry Jenny, but I am so desperate, please, I’ll pay you double.”

“Sure, sure I’ll do it,” Jenny said, her usual can’t-say-no, people-pleaser self, always sacrificing her own time to help others.

“You’re a life-saver,” I gushed thankfully. “Can you be here in an hour?”

“Sure, Ms. Cameron,” she agreed.

“You can call me Megan,” I said, dropping another hint of my double identity.

Jenny said, “OK, thanks, Megan, I’ll be there at eight.”

“Eight is great,” I quipped, before adding, “See you then.”