Thread: Remote Domination (Nobody x Devilla Roche)

Charlotte's computer gave no indication, but the entire confession and awkward striptease were being recorded at her master's end. Revelation of youthful indiscretions only went so far, after all. It would be added to the growing pile of material that she would never want released, every order she obediently followed only serving to tighten her leash rather than loose it. Nor did the impassive, utterly black screen provide her any sign of whether or not he approved. It wasn't until she'd finished and asked her question that the telltale indication that he was typing gave away his continued presence. SIR Good, very good. An excellent starting point. SIR And well done, Bunny. You're asking the correct questions, acting to serve me rather than waiting to be told what to think. SIR Sit on the couch with your legs spread. You may show me how Samantha taught you to play with yourself. Inform me if you are about to orgasm. Silence for a few moments, Sir waiting for her to obey before continuing. SIR Tomorrow I will be sending you to the mall to acquire a few things. At that time you will also be acquiring new shoes, as well as replacements for anything else in your wardrobe I find unacceptable. SIR You will purchase pairs of five and six inch heels. Remember, they are the only shoes you will be permitted to wear. Plan accordingly. SIR This is as much a test of you understanding what will be expected of you as it is a simple matter of obedience. I'm certain you will select appropriate pairs knowing that punishment awaits if you do not. SIR Additional funds will be provided as needed. I have no intention of bankrupting you unless you give me no alternative. Down on the street, a car pulled into the apartment building's guest parking lot. The man who emerged was roughly in his thirties, dressed casually in a scuffed and faded brown leather jacket over a white polo shirt and blue jeans. Pulling his phone from his pocket he checked the building's address against the one that had been sent to him before dialing a number he'd been given almost six years ago. The phone at the other end rang once before being picked up. Hey, bossman. I'm at the address you gave me. Splendid. The male voice that responded was calm, a deep and smooth baritone with the faintest hint of amusement. It spoke of a joke that the speaker was enjoying but no one else quite understood. Thank you, Abner. Go ahead and drop off the package, then return to your car and wait. I'll be needing you here again in roughly half an hour. I'm sure you'll enjoy the experience. Works for me, Abner said with a shrug. No response but the dial tone of a disconnected call came back, and he chuckled faintly. Six years and the boss still liked his little dramatics. Had Abner known of Matt Walden's existence, he would have found a kindred spirit almost immediately. After graduating college with big ideas and big dreams, a string of failed entrepreneurial enterprises nearly left Abner homeless and out on the street. The call from Bossman had been a god-send. Whoever the guy was he needed, as he put it, boots on the ground to support some of his games. The tasks he was given were sometimes nonsensical, occasionally dangerous, and quite often illegal. But the money was good, and an ill-spent youth had to be good for something after all. Besides, the perks were nothing to sneeze at. Moving around to the back of his car he pulled a small cardboard box off the rear seat and tucked it under his arm, heading straight for the apartment doors. Bossman had already sent him a key, so it was easy for him to open the door and leave the unmarked box by the mailboxes before leaving the building. It was still early enough in the evening that there was the occasional person coming in and out, and a few college-age guys hanging around on the building's front step chatting about how wasted they were going to get that night. None of them paid him any mind. Charlotte's owner had been enjoying the show for several minutes before new text appeared on the screen. SIR Bunny, you've gotten a delivery. Go fetch it and bring it back up here. SIR And before you ask no, you do not have permission to get dressed.