Betrayed

She led me along perfectly. Each step so well suited to my desire to be dominated. First, it was our conversations, all texted, when she asked about what turned me on. She fed my fantasies. I told her that I loved the idea of being exposed to other women by her. Her dominance on display. She concocted a series of ideas of ways we might approximate that in cyberspace.

When I confessed to being excited, she encouraged it but told me to ask for her permission which she granted without a lot of fuss. She encouraged my orgasms while getting me to delay longer and longer. She liked it when I had to beg her for her permission. And I mean really beg her.

She made changes in my conversation. At first, she required that I call her Miss (with a capital M), Princess, Goddess or Queen. Other terms of royalty were allowed such as her Majesty, Her Highness, Duchess, etc. I was not to use her first name without her permission. In the beginning she required me to use one of her titles in at least every third sentence.

I also had to eliminate the words “I, me, my, mine” from my available dictionary and replace them with “your submissive, your inferior, your servant, your slave, ours (for mine), etc.” I was surprised at how speaking in the third person emphasized my lesser position.

She gave me pictures to worship. At first, they were partial glimpses’ of her. The nape of her neck, her foot, her naked back from shoulder to hip, and so forth. Enough that I could see, what a beautiful girl she was. Promises of showing herself fully to me on camera, once I had proven my devotion.

Then slowly she began to take fuller control. I had to appear on my camera for her knowing before hand that she would not reciprocate. I asked her for prove that she was in fact a woman. (Guys are known to play this game.) She required my phone number and she called and we chatted. She had a wonderful sensual voice.

Mistress had me download an app that allowed her to access my computer and manipulate it. She wanted to peruse my computer without me stopping her. I could see what she was looking at but she had control of the mouse and she could browse, open, and copy files at will. It was a challenge of Trust and Obedience because we both knew she could go in search of other information. My address and phone. My financial information. Information about relationships, contact lists, email, text trails. I felt so vulnerable while she looked and when she occasionally wandered into a directory or file with sensitive information, she immediately closed it and went elsewhere.

She saw that I had a lot of porn – photos, gifs, videos, and stories. For an assignment between sessions, she would have me collect a certain genre of pictures, videos, and stories. She would make me lie naked on my stomach. She instructed me to put two pillows under my hips. Pressing them together around my engorged cock. Looking at my screen while she and I jointly would go through my selection of Guys in Bondage, or Mistress and Sub Male punishments, or Older Women with Younger Men, etc. We would discuss each in terms of what was happening. This would often lead to a detailed discussion of what forces brought the participants to the scene in the image.

She would watch my hips move, running my cock between the two pillows and a cotton t-shirt I would have laid on sheet earlier. Randomly, she would tell me to stop. Perhaps to test her power over me. She enjoyed being in control and I could see she loved it best when I was on the verge of losing control and exploding without her permission. I usually did good.

Throughout the process, My Princess nurtured my fantasies. She encouraged me to explore my exhibitionist fantasies. She had me perform in front of my windows. I live in a u-shaped condominium building. The windows have horizontal blinds on them. She showed me how to slant the blinds but leave them open slightly so someone from their above a floor or below a floor could see into the room.

With the blinds slanted up so my room could be seen only from the floor above on the other side of the L – about 6 units – she had me lie on my bed and play with my cock, lights on, naked as a jaybird. She had me buy a bluetooth headset and she gave me specific orders while she watched me on her camera.

In another session she invited another woman to participate and she, too, blocked her video. Then she put the link to the meeting out on the Internet and several other people joined some for just a short time. She had me put a butt plug in and dance for the audience. I could hear my Mistress and her friend, Samantha, carrying on a conversation. They were commenting on the suggestions that were being made in Chat and making me do some of the silly things that were being asked.

She was ready to cam to cam with me. She wanted to make sure that she looked good for me.

“You wouldn’t have any objection to buying a little something for me to wear,” she said. She had three links. All were for dresses and lingerie and each cost about $500 each. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I’m married and can’t be spending that kind of money. I never heard from her again. I spoke to someone I know on the Internet and they said she had a right to expect me to pay? What do you think?