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He said nothing at
all, but it wasn’t long before he grabbed a fistful of her short
bob and began to guide her head harder, then faster, and then slow,
before letting go and stroking her hair again as her face, beaming
and silent, reappeared. In an understated yet theatrical gesture,
Tamsin dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her index finger,
before dragging her upper half back up and slumping heavily into
the passenger seat.

“Next time,” he said,
“I’d like you to rub yourself as we do that.”

And then in silence he
drove her home.

It was soon after
her fourth meeting with Luke_66, same hotel each time, that Megan
realised for sure that she wanted him out of her life. The liaisons
were spread far apart, a month, maybe more, in between, always
afternoons, always brief. But they weren’t the problem. Sexually,
no doubt, they just clicked, and each hook-up confirmed that. No,
the final blows were struck by the ceaseless communication and his
need for a response more instant than she was able, or even wanted,
to offer.

Where are you
babe?

I’m worried,
is everything okay?

I had a
terrible day, babe. You must be busy? Tough day at school?

I think my
message program is fucked up, as my messages aren’t coming
through.

Having made the
decision herself, convincing him that it was time to move on was an
entirely different matter. Megan told him that things were becoming
too difficult at home, and, always thoroughly sympathetic, he
simply reiterated that he would be there, waiting, till she needed
him. After insisting for a while that this was not necessary, she
reminded herself of the wisdom of keeping doors open, and, although
she wasn’t entirely convinced that this situation fell into that
category, it seemed churlish to continue arguing in the face of
such unnecessary understanding. On top of everything, she was just
too weary to quibble.

With a reply rate of
ten to one on the message front and no sign of him really slowing
down, he became another person in her over-peopled existence. None
of it was enough, though; she could never get enough stimulation;
and as the cold winter nights approached, Megan would doze off to a
frantic online mutual-masturbation session, cruising the
no-registration chat lines for inspiration, and when all else
failed calling on old faithful Luke_66, who waited patiently in the
wings for his plaintive lusty late-night cue.

Without a doubt, he
was doing the same as her. They had, in fact, occasionally crossed
paths, bumped into one another on some sleazy site or other. At
first they had acknowledged this, made excuses – he was just
logging back in to change his profile picture, his details, or she
was purely there to wind guys up and giggle when they nibbled the
bait.

Eventually, however,
this became pointless and they would wink, smile, nod, or ignore
and move on. There is no room for jealousy in the ever-shifting
scenes of cyber-sex.

On one level, she
remained grateful to Luke_66, for it was him who had woken her up
to the idea of roleplay, and this was a playground in which Megan
was keen to have fun. Where Sister_Suzy, the disapproving and
quick-to-punish nun with a filthy streak, had come from, she had no
idea. His invention entirely, her character had seemed to spring
from nowhere; but taboos and the idea of breaking through and
through and on to the other side where virtually nothing was
forbidden… this appealed.

Slowly Megan found
herself honing in on the guys who got this, who instinctively
understood the world of fantasy and roleplay, a rare talent, but a
delight to play with. Even online, when it worked, it seemed, it
really worked.

It was a Friday night
in mid-November and, with the weekend on the horizon, she had
passed out, as usual, on her couch around 9.30pm. Rich’s key in the
door had woken her up and she’d staggered like a 1970s film zombie
up the stairs to where her bed seemed infinitely more
appealing.

Tucked up, she was
suddenly wide awake and fumbling for the comfort of her phone.
Ploughing through the 34 messages that instantly appeared as she
logged on was a tedious task, but there were generally a few with
some promise and which begged to be answered.

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
You’re here for the
research?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
I am?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
I believe so,
yes.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Then it must be true.
What are you researching? Are you a doctor?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Unimportant. Yes, I’m
a scientist and a doctor. Just doing my job. You dressed as
instructed?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
I think so…

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Now undress. There’s a
gown at the foot of the examination table. Please. Put that
on.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
With you
watching?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
It’s my job to
observe. Put on the gown.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Of course.

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Now on to the table,
please.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Whatever you say. Gown
on, Doctor?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Just stick to the
instructions. Gown on until I say off. Eyes closed. It’s better
that you don’t see.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Lying down.
Flat?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
You can leave your
knees bent a little. However you feel comfortable.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Knees bent… Is that
relevant? Can I have a towel to cover my modesty, please?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
I’m a scientist. No
need for modesty blankets. You’re comfortable?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Very.

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Let your legs relax
until they fall open.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Open? A natural state
for them…

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Just do as you’re
told, please, in order for the experiment to work, or I may have to
gag you.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Gag? Is that
necessary?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Your legs, I can see
they’re relaxed. Are you okay if I don’t wear rubber gloves? I’m
allergic.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
I’m okay with
that.

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Good. Now this won’t
hurt at all, but I shall be inserting something, it’s unimportant
what, but it may surprise you at first. I’ll warm it up a
little.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
I’m good with surprises.
Is it big?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
It’s big enough, as
you can feel. Just relax. I sense some tension there.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
I’m relaxed. Thank you.
That feels good.

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
That’s
important.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
For the
experiment?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Keep your eyes closed
and wait. Don’t let this movement disturb you. It won’t be long.
I’ve nearly finished. Just a few more investigative notes and we’re
done.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
I’m almost done
too.

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
Irrelevant to my
research. In a moment this rhythm will change. It’s nothing to
worry about. Try to stay relaxed or it may jar a little. But it may
leave you a little wet.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
I’m already a little
wet.

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
I’ll provide you with
tissues. Just wait while I finish up.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Uh huh…

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
And that…

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Yes?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
That completes the
process. Thank you for your contribution.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Thank YOU. Is that it,
Doctor?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
That’s it. You may
go.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London UK:
Thank you. If there’s
ever anything else I can help you with… would you like my KiK
name?

The_Experimentalist 36 M NYC US:
No need.

And that was
that.

In a glut of “hru”,
“are you there?”, “hey”, “hi”, “does anyone talk out there?” and
“do you like 10in bbc?”, these guys began to stand out to her.

As rare as diamonds in
a coalmine, they would swoop in, rarely stopping to engage in small
talk, straight in role and, focusing mainly on the imperative, make
her cum, though seemingly disinterested in this, before striding
straight back out of the chatroom and into th¬e wider web without
pausing to bid farewell. The_Experimentalist stood out as a maestro
of the art. She hung around the chatrooms, hoping for a repeat
performance, but he was never there; she suspected it was probably
best that way.

Meanwhile, Megan’s
research continued. She knew the rules of friends with benefits so
well that they became a doctrine by which she lived, but she found
herself increasingly conducting searches for “polyamory”,
“roleplay”, “BDSM” and “submissive”, and this slowly led
slUtty_fUckgal towards her new profile on PhetX.

It had first been
suggested to her by Lon_Chaney, one of a handful of nerds who
lurked in a chatroom she frequented, keen to talk but unable to
take it to any level beyond the intellectual, however many
no-so-subtle hints they were given, and Megan was by now well
equipped to give cues.

Lon was a great
example of this; sex was an academic exercise for him, purely
theoretical, and he collected facts about it with an obsession that
was definitely interesting but decidedly unsexy. And he loved to
share what he knew.

He was, he told her
during an early-morning discussion about knot-tying and the merits
of various rope materials, a member of an online forum and group
for the fetish and BDSM community, and recommended that she join if
– his exact words – “you want to take your interest any further”.
This was a place, he told her, where like-minded people gathered to
exchange ideas.

And so she found
herself on the homepage of PhetX, staring in at the portal; it was
impossible to know exactly what lay beyond without joining. And she
desperately wanted to know.

About me:
slUtty_fUckgal

Gender:
Female

Age:
43

Sexual orientation:
Straight, bi-curious

Role:
Submissive

How
active you are:
On the edges

Looking for:
Playmates/Friends

Hi,

Newbie here,
so please be kind while I find my feet.

Having played online
and in the real world awhile now, I find myself being drawn more
and more to the Dark Side. I want to learn more and I intend, like
a good little sub – which is what I believe I am – to sit and watch
and learn before jumping in at the deep end.

I also want to look
more closely at the bi side I’ve always known was there. This is a
new venture for me but I know it’s a direction I want to travel
in... I just need to find the right girls.

For now, please feel
free to drop by and say hello. I’d love to hear what you have to
share.

As to the rest? I’m
not really sure. I’m married but with permission from my lovely
husband to explore polyamory. I know that my main rule is that I
will never purposely harm anyone along the way and that my family
are always number one. Beyond that, I guess I’m a work in progress.
Help me learn. :)

With her initial
profile established, Megan waited and browsed. For someone used to
the instant high of a no-registration chatroom – where an
over-abundance of men to women meant that filtering through
received texts was the first problem most females faced – waiting
patiently was a challenge. The first blinking light showing a new
message appearing in her mailbox was a hearty welcome to the
clan.

Hi there.

I’m TempleBoy,
a kinkster just like you and a volunteer on the PhetX
meet-and-greet team. So first things first, Welcome! It’s excellent
to have you on board.

It’s a wide world
here, and it’s my job to offer you a little guidance as you make
your way around. We want you to stay safe (very easy if you follow
the suggested rules) and have fun while you explore what’s on
offer.

There are some
excellent groups you can join and there’s something for everyone –
just use the search function in the upper right hand corner of this
page. That’s the best way to meet new friends and share ideas.

You can’t search for
people using age or gender, but people who share your kinks can be
easily found based on location or fetish.

Uploading your photos
and writings are also good ways to make new friends. These can be
as private or as public as you choose – just use the privacy
settings.

The answers to most
questions can be found on the FAQ page, but in human terms I’m also
here to help you out. Ping me a message and I promise I’ll answer
it.

For now, though, I’d
suggest you go take a look around. Click on a few links, see where
you find yourself. Just remember that if you need help, the site
team are always available.