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Browsing Netflix,
Tamsin realised she was too twitchy – about Monday, about change,
everything – to commit to watching anything, and the wine was
beginning to kick in, adding to her restlessness. One click led
inevitably to another and another, and, after a six-month break,
Tamsin found herself logging in to her deactivated PhetX profile.
She’d never quite built up the poke to delete it entirely; doing so
tonight, she thought, would be an excellent way to move on from her
old life into the new.

Her profile on the
site was blank; she’d made sure of that before deactivating her
account. No friends, no pictures, nothing left on her wall, no
groups – LittleGirlLost had left no footprints in the ether and
this made Tamsin happy. As she took a final graze through the world
that had consumed her for those 18 months she’d spent back at home,
Tamsin saved what she really wanted to do – tying off the one
strand of unfinished business that held any interest for her –
until the last glass of wine. Yes, inebriated was the most
appropriate state in which to contact Kindly_Meister.

For her ultimate act
as LittleGirlLost, she automatically pushed her hair – now a sober
and more professional auburn – behind those little ears in a way he
had told her gave her the look of a bewildered pixie, and went to
his profile.

And there he stood,
staring out across a Scottish landscape, ten years younger and
correspondingly healthy, dressed in a kilt, although she’d never
seen him wear one in the flesh. Seeing the picture made her
smile.

As she clicked on to
the messages button, part of her hoped he wouldn’t be online,
although the green light indicating that he was came as neither a
surprise nor a disappointment.

LGL:
Meister, hello, I don’t know if you’re around, or
out spanking some naughty slut in a dungeon somewhere, but I wanted
to check in… see how you are… I know I kind of vanished…

A pause. It was a good
five minutes and she was beginning to accept his silence as poetic
justice for her rather abrupt disappearance those months ago, when
a series of moving dots appeared across the screen, indicating that
he was replying.

K_M:
Indeed. I’d expect nothing less from a pixie.
Capricious wee things, flitting around on a whim. Great to “see”
you, lass. You been a good naughty slut? Got some expert dom or
doms looking after yer needs, I hope? Xx

LGL:
Oh ha! Not exactly. I mean, yes, I’ve been a bit
naughty, for sure. I did what you said would be good for me…
practised those skills… well, quite a lot for a while
actually…

K_M:
That’s excellent to hear. Good girl. I knew your
true potential from the moment I first saw that profile. And, did
it work out? Tell me… tell me yer dirty secrets cunty-girl. Has it
made you happy?

LGL:
I… I’ve not really talked to anyone about this… I
don’t know where to start…

K_M:
Well, then – it’s about time you did. Tell me. You
know yer master likes to hear where you’ve been watering that
voracious cunt of yours, and how you’ve been using that most
remarkable mouth. Tell me, slut. Xxx

LGL:
After I last saw you, in your home that time, I… I
just went nuts. A total slew – I think I told you at the beginning
when I met that first guy? Well, he was the first of, hell, four or
five. Boom, boom, boom, Alasdair. Just crazy.

K_M:
But you enjoyed it? Of course you did. That tight,
greedy wee cunt of yours loves new cock, doesn’t it, cunty? What
happened?

LGL:
They were all older, Meister. Doms, I guess, or
billing themselves as such, although I think you might’ve taken
some of them to task on the title “dom”… All online first. And then
I found myself changing how I thought. Hmmm… I found I was just
looking at men in a different way, at myself…

K_M:
Go on.

LGL:
I don’t know. I just… It was like I knew something
about them, about people, that couldn’t be erased, like something –
a universal truth – was opened up to me. And although I couldn’t
talk about it, I knew it. And in knowing it, I realised I could use
it.

K_M:
And this truth was? Did it make that cunt
smile?

LGL:
You know it did. It was finding out, knowing, that
she, this cunt, had such power and it wasn’t just me she
controlled…

K_M:
I’d call you a clever wee thing, if we both didn’t
already know this was the truth, and you’ve got the certificates to
prove it, LittleGirl. And so?

LGL:
And so I let her use it. That power. From online I
took it into the world and set her free awhile. Erm, yeah.

K_M:
Uh huh, uh huh, and are you, cunty, did you set
yourself free?

LGL:
For a while she used it, that freedom, and I let
her, because it was easy and it was fun and then… well, no, that
wasn’t freedom, not that. Not for me. I mean it was good, it was
part of me and what I am, but… I settled down a little.

K_M:
But she’s still being fed?

LGL:
I met a guy.

K_M:
And he knows what you need?

LGL:
He does. I mean, yes. We’re finding out what I
need, what we both need, along the way, but yes.

K_M:
Then I’m glad for you. You’re very a hungry girl,
Tamsin, and hungry girls are demanding but well worth the effort.
He’s truly a lucky man.

LGL:
Thank you. I… I wanted to tell you before
I…

K_M:
Before you totally disappear?

LGL:
Before I totally disappear. I wanted you to know.
It’s important to me. This – this has been important to me. But,
hey, how are you?

K_M:
I’m good, cunty-girl, I’m good. I still stay
active. I’m on the scene, online and to the odd munch, but I’m
feeling auld, cunty-girl, I’m auld and I’m weary and, I’ll be
honest, I’m not sure if it suits me.

LGL:
You’re not old! Not you. Never. I mean, at the
risk of you choking on this cliché, if you’re as old as the woman
you feel, I suspect you’ve a long way to go. My grandad’s 82 and to
him, you’re nothing but a whippersnapper.

K_M:
I hear you, cunty, I promise you I do, and there’s
life, a bit, maybe more, left in the auld dog for sure, but 68 is
auld in anyone’s book and no denying. That said, I’ve found two
delicious young things, friends, girls from the islands, who are
coming down for a visit in a few weeks, so they promise me. Who
knows what medicinal powers the wee minxes will bestow upon
me.

LGL:
Thank you. Thank you, Kindly_Meister. XxX

K_M:
I’m going nowhere, cunty-girl. Good luck to you.
XXX

And the green
light, his green light, flickered off.

***** THE END
*****

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