What Became of Me

I followed Petra down the stairs, through a long hallway and two small rooms, until we arrived at a two-car garage. She pointed to the back door of the car, and I got in. Of course, a toy wasn’t sitting in the front – its place was in the back, where the kids were sitting.

Petra handed me her cell phone, with a navigation app open.

“You paid me a visit at my home. I think I should return the favour. So, where are we going?”

“We’re going to my place?” I thought, feeling quite unsettled. “To my apartment? My sacred sanctuary? To the place where I always felt I could be completely myself?” Still, I typed in my address and handed the phone back.

During the ride, I tried to shake off my unease – or at least make sense of it. After all, I thought I was willing to endure torments for Petra that I didn’t even want to imagine. But letting her into my apartment was a problem? Why? By the time we arrived, I was none the wiser.

Feeling anxious, I climbed the stairs, knowing Petra was right behind me, unlocked my apartment door, and stepped into the small hallway. After she closed the door behind her, I gestured for Petra to go through the door into the large room.

But Petra shook her head.

“Wait! Are you horny?”

After the little puddle incident, I thought the answer was obvious.

“If I remember correctly, you wrote on your blog that when you come home feeling horny, you literally rip your clothes off right there in the hallway.”

I think I just stared at Petra like an idiot. This was a different situation, wasn’t it?

“Well?”

I’m a terrible actress, but I stripped out of my clothes as fast as I could, dropped them right there on the floor, and stood naked in front of Petra again.

“Now hurry up and get to your edging spot! Your pussy’s impatient, isn’t it? Come on! Come on! Hurry up!”

I walked briskly into the large room and sat down at my desk with the computer.

“So, this is where the magic happens?” Petra smiled teasingly. “Come on, boot that thing up!”

I stared at the screen while I waited for the computer to be ready. But was I ready?

“All right, all right,” Petra nodded contentedly. She brought a chair from the kitchen and sat down next to me. “We still have a few things to get ready, but don’t worry – it won’t take long, and then we’re good to go!” She looked around. “Nice, sturdy, simple chairs. Very good. Not like that gamer chair crap from the other place.”

Inspecting the apartment was obviously part of Petra’s “getting to know you” routine. I was curious about how Julia had felt about it, but if we stuck to the rules laid out by Petra, I’d never find out. I wondered how many candidate-toys Petra had “interviewed”?

“First, open a tab with one of your favourite porn movies, but don’t start it playing yet.”

A few movies immediately came to mind, but it was hard to single out just one. What did I want to reveal? After all, porn preferences were a very personal matter. I wanted my ideas and Petra’s to seem compatible. So, I decided on a bondage clip.

“Very good. Now a second one. From a different platform. Again, don’t start it yet.”

Picking a second movie was even harder. I wanted something from a different genre and felt pressured to decide quickly. Petra’s crossed leg seemed to be bobbing up and down impatiently. I picked a movie I’d watched a few days earlier.

Petra smiled. “If you don’t get too excited, I will provide one of my favourites too. But first: Open the folder or the folders in which you keep your porn collection.”

“Oh, damn. She’d look through my porn collection?” I thought, shocked. It didn’t get much more invasive than that. But I had to admit that it would save – or at least cut short – a lot of talk about preferences.

“Really?” Petra snorted. “You named the folder with your porn collection “Porn Collection”? Without any access protection either? You must be pretty confident that no one will take a closer look at your computer.”

I suppose I really was a little naive when it came to issues like that.

“Well, almost everything is ready for a nice movie afternoon, isn’t it? Almost everything. But there’s no harm in getting you in the mood a little bit first, right?”

Petra pulled out her cell phone, started the livestream from her basement, and placed her phone on the desk in front of me.

Julia had meanwhile curled up on the floor – after all, there was no other way to fit in that small room and bound with such short chains. Her face wasn’t visible, but her most intimate body parts were obscenely on display.

“Come on! This turns you on, doesn’t it? You want this too, don’t you? Show me how much you want it. How turned on this makes you. Don’t hold back. It’s time for me to have some fun, too.”

I had never masturbated while someone else watched in person. I closed my eyes briefly, and even before I actually touched myself, an aroused moan escaped my lips. After everything that had happened so far that day, I was so aroused and so sensitive that I was whimpering immediately at a slight touch to my swollen clit. I had to stop after just a short while, and my helpless pussy twitched into nothingness.

“You’re such a horny little slut! I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”