Chapter 2: The Games People Play

Over the next several days I dropped in on Kirstie remotely. She's very studious. At night she stays home, absorbs her school material and watches only a TV program or two at night. She makes some calls to some friends of hers and chats small talk for a while. All very normal and innocent. Till the Saturday before football tryouts. I just dropped in after she opened her bedroom door wrapped in a towel. Now, over the last several days I have berated myself to stop watching her when she is nude. Sometimes the angel on my right shoulder won. Sometimes the devil on my left won. Tonight the devil won. She made her way to her bedroom closet and started to remove something deep from within her closet. Putting it on her bed I see it is a leather bag of the type one puts suits in for traveling. She unzips the bag and reveals articles of black leather clothing. She gets some leather protecting/cleaning agent from the top shelf of her closet.

Still naked, she pulls out a thin black marble slab from beneath her bed. Since it rolled out way too easy I took a look under the slab to find a structure of extending coasters attached to the slab. Then she reverently took one piece of black leather clothing from her bed at a time and placed them on the slab in such a way as to show what the outfit looks like. After placing each piece of clothing on the slab she said, "In the name of the Mistress."

Kneeling before the completed outfit, she then licked every square inch of it starting from the elbow length gloves and ending at the soles of the knee high leather boots. After each article of clothing was licked, she chanted, "For her glory." She then treated each article with the leather cleaner/protectant. After the last article of clothing was laid back down on the marble slab, she kneeled back down in front of it, then she leaned forward and pressed her head to the ground, then raised her hands, palms up, in supplication. She then started to shudder and her hands fell back to the ground to steady herself.

She then stood up, and started to dress in the black leather outfit. She was breathtaking. The outfit showed enough to tempt any man, but concealed enough to allow an air of authority. She then went to the bathroom to apply her make up, ending with black lip liner. She then picked up the most startling crimson lipstick and wrote:

www.maneater.com/~1024.

Then she looked at me. She knew I was there and watching and she GAVE ME A WINK! I dropped the feed immediately. My heart was pounding and I was sweating. How long did she know I was watching? How DID she know I was watching? I made my way to the bathroom, wetted a washcloth in cold water ran it over my face. My head cleared, I decided to go ahead and log onto the web site that she wrote on her mirror. She evidently wants me to see something; maybe it'll have some answers to the questions I have.

I go to the site and start reading. It appears to be a BDSM site. It has streaming video and normally requires payment, but tonight it had "No Age checks required-all access free for tonight only." They are playing this as a big promotion for more business, but I wonder how much it has to do with a certain personal invite. I click on the link that tells about "The Mistress."

The page that comes up is about 'Mistress Alexis' but has a picture of Kirstie on it. It has a long speech on pain/pleasure interaction and has another on the pleasures of submission and domination and of a pinnacle the submitter and subjugator come to at the peak of a session. Yep, definitely a Psych major.

I click on "In the dungeon." A page comes up that says another live feed will start at 10:30. In about an hour.

Curious as to what she was doing, I decided to pop in remotely on Kirstie again. She was in a limousine driving on the highway. As soon as I appeared, her eyes flicked to where my point of view was situated-the couch-seat directly in front of her. I then felt a velvet hand on my sphere of perception though I could see nothing of the sort.

<Relax. I am doing this so that we may speak. Who are you.>

<Uh, Robert.>

<I know that you are lying. The ability that allows me to speak with you is the perfect lie detector. Now, I can extract the information I want from the ashes of your destroyed mind {here I felt what can be considered a papercut rip across my sphere of telepresence}, or you can truthfully answer my questions. Again, who are you.>

<My name is Jack. Jack Hansen.>

<That's better {here I felt the velvet hand start to caress away the sting of her attack}. Now, why have you been watching me?>

<Well, this is a little embarrassing. I used to see you on the bus on the way to your college. I had a summer job that put me on the same bus. I just started going back to school, so my summer job came to an end, and I no longer had the need to ride the bus. Then an event happened that changed my life. I was endowed with certain abilities. I started exercising these abilities to find their limits. In coming up with things to do with these abilities I suddenly remembered the girl from the bus. You know, I did sorta have a crush on you. I knew I was too young though so I never thought to ask you out or anything. Anyway, I found you interesting, and I wanted to get to know you better. I didn't think you noticed when I was there though. You never gave any indication before tonight.>

<Aaauuuh, so it's puppy love? Well, boyo, this rose has a few more thorns than you imagined, huh? Anyway, what I want is for you to go to the web site and watch a little show I am going to put on there. It is going to get a little intense there. I know you can just zip your way to the location that it is going to take place at, but it is a little easier to handle the scene when viewed from a video screen than being there as you would be. I just want you to know that I am not angry at being watched. Actually I like to be watched. That is part of the reason I have the website. I am, however, nervous as to the usage of any information you might've gathered on me. Identity theft can destroy a person's credit-just for an example. What information have you gathered on me so far?>

<Honestly not as much as you may expect. I have your name, address, Social Security Number, and Driver's License Number. I know your favorite color is green and your favorite Author is Keats. You are fiscally conservative and socially liberal. Oh, and your first dog was a cocker spaniel named Buttons.>

<I guess that isn't too bad, though why don't you have a lot more if you took my Social?>

<Honestly, I haven't decided to take that step. I have been kinda watching you like one reads a novel. Everything I have seen up to tonight just hasn't needed any background or context. Everything I've seen has just been a woman trying to make a life on her own.>

<But now you do have a situation that a little context may make some sense of, huh? Well, do me a favor. Go ahead and watch the netcast. Then, next Saturday, go ahead and drop by in person at my place at 6. Let me explain things my way. If you think I am lying, or trying to hide anything then go ahead and do your little background check. Sound fair?>

<Yeah. Uh, you seem to be taking this with a lot less anger than I would've thought. I know you told me that you like to be watched. But there is a difference between knowing someone knows you know their watching and knowing someone thinks you don't know.>

<Yeah, but I wanted to meet you. A little honey to attract the bee.>

Then I felt the velvet hand begin to caress my telepresence again. I saw her expression turn from serious to a lusty snarl. Her hand increased its tempo and brought me to the brink.

<I think that's enough. Gotta leave something to look forward to. Don't worry. You'll see something to satisfy in 20 minutes.>

I dropped the feed and got to the computer. At 10:30, a red velvet curtain appeared and raised. Mistress Alexis appeared standing before a woman with a riding crop in hand. She took the end of the crop to the bound and blindfolded woman's lips and the sub kissed it. Alexis then walked behind the woman and began to spank her. She layed about 15 blows on the woman's upturned ass, and each time the naked woman thanked Mistress Alexis. By the end, I could tell the woman was raising her rear to meet the blows as opposed to shift her ass to avoid them as I would've expected. Her bottom was a nice shade of pink that went well with her blond hair and she was gasping. Mistress Alexis then stepped to the front of the woman and attached a chain to the end of each ring that was at the end of each breast. The leather clad beauty started to add lead weights to the chain. Alexis then began to alternate between striking the woman's breasts and caressing them with the crop. After the beaten woman shuddered a moment, the Mistress slapped her and went behind the sub again. The dominatrix then stepped closer to the woman and inserted a strap-on of uncomfortable girth (at least it appeared to my inexperienced eyes) and began to thrust her will on the woman in earnest. After a shudder from the leather-clad subjugator, she then walked around to the front of the woman and inserted the tool of her domination into the woman's mouth and had her clean it till Mistress shuddered again. The curtain closed and a web page came up in the place of the video feed. It read "The Mistress will return in 3 weeks at the normal time."

I sat at the computer in a daze for a while. I didn't quite know what to think. I suppose it must be like a person's first taste of beer. It doesn't taste good, but you drink it for the buzz. The taste grows on you and you eventually feel let down when you don't have one with a barbecue steak. I decide I should just get some sleep. I lay down in bed and try for the next half-hour to banish the images of the video screen from my mind. They keep coming. But eventually so does sleep and I drift off into a troubled slumber.

Monday comes and I can hardly wait for school to come to an end. My hour of triumph drew near and it was all I could to keep a silly grin off my face. The last ten minutes of class seemed to take 2 hours. I swear I saw the minute hand move backwards a couple of times. I decided to keep it under my hat because nobody would believe me. Finally, the bell rung and I was up and out of my seat as fast as normal-humanly-possible. I made my way to my locker and put in my schoolbooks and took out my sweat suite. I then made my way to the boys' room and changed. I just teleported my street clothes to my locker and made my way to the school stadium.

I walk up to the big group of kids waiting for the coach to show, looking for Lance. I didn't see him. One of the tight ends saw me and meandered over.

"Looks like today is your lucky day Jack."

"What do you mean Stan?"

"Lance was in a car accident. He's at the hospital. He's in pretty bad shape-the doctors say he is going to be in bed a month, he is going to be in casts for two months, then he's going to have to start physical therapy."

"Shit. I mean we had a rivalry and I wanted on the team as a receiver, but I never wanted it this way. What hospital and room is he in? We might've not been best buds or anything but I feel I owe him a visit."

Stan tells me the info and eventually the coach makes his way to the field. I go through the drills and perform far better than any other student trying out for my chosen position-wide receiver. I even wow the coach. I know I should feel pleased, but somehow not competing against my rival sucked the joy out my victory.

Friday I went down to the hospital to see Lance. I nearly cringed when I saw all the tubes, monitors and the two casts he was in. He shot me a look of disdain that hurt.

"Look Lance, I came down here to talk a bit. And I don't mean gloat. You and I have been after the same thing since our sophmore year. I think that if we weren't always competing for the same thing we wouldn't dislike each other like we do. We might've even been friends. We both like football, even have the same favorite team-the Cowboys. We like the same type of music-alternative, and even date the same type of girls. I guess what I am saying is that even though I wanted to be on the team, I never wanted anything like this to happen to you and I am sorry that it did."

I guess he didn't know what to say because all he could bring himself to do is smile weakly and give a brief nod.

I walked over and took his left hand-which was attached to the arm without the cast-in both mine and said, "Get well soon."

I began to walk out of his room, but before I made it past the doorway, he said, "Thanks for coming by Jack."

I looked back at him and said, "Sure thing."

Some of Them Want to Abuse You; Some of Them Want to Be Abused

Saturday came and I was trying to decide if I was looking forward to tonight, or dreading it. Deciding not to go totally formal, but not to show up as a slob, I put on some black slacks, a blue polo shirt, my church shoes (the ones with the cool little tassels) and my black leather jacket. At 5:50 I remote viewed the area around the home and found a great hidden place to teleport to. I teleported and walked to Kirstie's doorstep. I found myself holding my breath-nervous at what was going to come. Kirstie answered the door and gave me a big smile.

She held open the door and gestured toward the couch as she let me in. I sat down and she went to the kitchen. A moment later she called out asking me what I like in my coffee.

"Cream and sugar," I said trying to sound as sure as one can when one only had coffee twice before in their life.

She came back out and set a cup on the table in front of me and took a seat on the loveseat still further in front of me.

"Let me tell you about myself before you ask any questions. I am sure what I am going to tell you will answer most of them. I was born into a home with two loving parents. We were very happy together. When I was nine though, they were in a terrible car accident and both died. My aunt and uncle were my godparents and they took me in. My parents and I used to go down and visit them on their farm. I loved the farm. Uncle Mark used to take me horseback riding when I visited, and I would help Aunt Janet bake her county-fair favorite apple pies.

"Things were much the same the first few weeks I moved in with them. Over a long period of time things got strange between uncle and me. He would come into a private room like my bedroom or the bathroom when I would be naked. Sometimes he would brush his crotch up against me when I was sitting on his lap. Then one night uncle Mark came into my bedroom when I was asleep and he... he raped me. He told me to shut up and take it or he was going to hurt me real bad. He told me not to tell anyone and that no one would believe me anyway. I kept quiet for a while. I decided to tell Aunt Janet when I couldn't take it anymore. She said she didn't believe me. She said she was furious at me for making up lies about the man who saved me from foster care. She then bent me over and struck me for the first time. That night uncle Mark visited me again. He raped me again, like so many times before, but this time I blacked out. I came to in the morning and expected to see them in the kitchen. They weren't there. I quickly searched the house but they weren't there. I went checked and saw that both their truck and car were still in the driveway. I went out to look in the barn and saw them. They were hanging by necks. I cried for a while then went back to the house and dialed 911. I later learned that they changed their will to make me sole beneficiary the night they hung themselves. That night was when Alexis was born. I don't know how she did it, but she got me away from that danger.