Billie got more than an orgasm from her first experience of digital domination…
It all started on MSN – the realm where David* and I ignited a teenage crush, both shyly avoiding eye contact at school but enthusiastically chatting online. Ten years later he slid into my DMs to admit how much he fancied me all those years ago. The crush that began with intense hours of instant messaging continued in a similar vein. He was cute then, but his pictures showed he was even hotter now. Our digital flame was rekindled.
After chatting for a while, I messaged on his birthday asking if he was alone, hoping to send him a saucy pic. He said he was out with his mates, but then, almost instantly, my phone vibrated with him saying he had escaped and was now on his own. Instead of asking for a pic, he asked what he could do for my pleasure.
I didn’t know what was hotter: his subservience or the image of him in a toilet cubicle missing his own party because he’d rather be sexting me.
I asked what he wanted and his answer made me burn –
“Me worshipping you, and you giving me the opposite.”
I commanded him to kneel, telling him I won’t let him up until he’s whimpering at my feet. My ego was full to bursting and I got wet watching him furiously typing on the screen. He told me how sexy I am and how he longed to feel my thighs wrapped around his head. The more complimentary he was, the harsher my replies became. I told him to beg for me, reminding him he was in a cubicle while his friends partied. “What are you?” I asked.
“Pathetic, Mistress,” he replied. I pictured him on his knees, licking my boots as he tugged at the leather hugging my thighs. Desperate to taste me.
I was completely in control of his sexual gratification – not just in this fantasy as we sent texts back and forth, but also as I told him what he
