Going down a memory lane today…
I have a childhood friend Viviane (Vee, as I always used to call her), five years younger than me. We lived in the same block; I was almost like an older brother to her. As time went by we split… Once I came back for the midterm break. I was 21, she was 16… I saw her differently, no longer as a child. Felt bad about that back Then…
Anyway, to cut a long story short, she got married pretty young, was a mother of 2 by the age of 22. And – divided at 23. In good terms, at least. We started socializing again; our friend took another shape, better than back in our childhood days.
She met some of my girlfriends (submissives already by default, by then). Most of them did not last; it was a pretty dry period. But it was also the beginning of online, of internet-of-things, well internet-of-kinks, if nothing else (2002, 2003). So I dedicated some of my time to online training. There were, as always, girls motivated to learn this way. I worked with one Aussie girl back then and as it happened I was reading her daily report in my Outlook Express (remember that?). Vee was supposed to drop me a visit a bit later. But, she finished some chores early and was ringing my doorbell. I got up, and opened the door. Kiss on the cheese, and she went in, kicking the thongs off her feet. I still remember what she wore that day – a pale green short sleeped Shirt and some 3⁄4 long dark green pants. And the said thong slippers. I offered her some coffee and lemonade and went to the kitchen to fix these. Soon I was on my way back to the living room with the drinks and then I saw her sitting in front of my screen, reading my online sub’s daily report…
● Enjoying the read?
● What on earth is this?
She asked, smiling… Which allowed me to avoid denying what she saw.
● It is a daily report, written by my online submissive.
● I have no idea what that is… But based on what I read, it looks like BDSM tome.
● You should not have read it. But, since you did and since you are one of my oldest friends… I am not mad. Ask away.
● Do you do this for a long time?
● Online, no. In real life I am in that area for ten years.
● In real life!? You do this in real life!?
● Um. Yes.
● To whom??
● Girlfriends, Some friends, friends of friends…
● Friends? I do count as a friend, you never told me about this.
● I do not really advertise this…
● To which friends did you do this?
● I cannot say. Plus, I did not “do this” to anyone. I teach. I teach a woman how to let go. And enjoy submitting.
(Silence. Not more than 10 seconds)
● You never told me about this.
● Well, I can say again that I am sorry, but…
● Are they old friends, the girls you coached?
● I like the expression, coached. No, not old friends. I will quote my favorite author: “Everybody is a potential naked slave to you when you become a trainer.”
● Everyone?
● Everyone.
● Even old friends?
● Old friends especially. Where are you going with this?
● I am not sure myself…
● You know, you are pushing some buttons here… Which you should not push.
● I know. I am counting on it!
● Cheeky… Stop that now!
● I enjoy it when you order me… To stop.
After having said that she smiled… And then got serious again.
● I want to try. I want you to… Teach me. I know you always looked at me… In a not-friendly way.
● It would be my honor to teach you. And… I need you to do one thing now, if you are serious about that.
● Yes, what is it?
● I need to go to my bedroom for a minute or two. I need you to take your clothes off and fold them on this chair before I return.
● Uhm… Yes. OK.
I went to my bedroom and took my canvas bag with… Stuff. When I came back the clothes were folded on a chair… And a sweet, fidgety naked thing wasstanding next to it.
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