But not alone...

James

When we came home, Amber was there eating breakfast, she was kinda shocked seeing a police woman here.

"Mom, you can pick any of the three rooms in that corridor, I'm gonna put down the mattress here and show Officer Miller and the photographer the camera in my room." "Sure, thank you." She tried to smile but I could tell that she had too many thoughts in her head right now.

"James, what's going on?", Amber interrupted. "I'll explain everything in detail later, but the police are investigating everything and my mom is gonna stay here for a couple days." She seemed a bit sad by that, probably thinking about how we won't fuck again for these days.

"So over here, we have the tiny, tiny camera. As you can see by where the cables were in the wall, it was stuck here like this, invisible to the naked eye. I didn't even know it was there until my mom called me yesterday. The cables themselves run to the power supply and the internet connection. I assume this is how the footage was transmitted."

After less than 10 minutes, everything was done and Officer Miller left.

"Can we talk in private, please? I have important things to talk about, too", Amber notified me. "Sure, let's go to my bedroom and close the door."

"Alright", I begin, "my mom and I decided to call the police so they can investigate everything my father did. They're trying to find all evidence, and the files were all stored where he and my mom lived, so I invited her over more or less hastily. I know you won't like this, but I have to do a lot to fix this next week, so I'll be less at work, too. We might have to meet at your place if we want to have sex for now, is that okay, Amber?"

"Whatever makes you happy master. Isn't there another solution? I know I shouldn't have, but when you had left your phone here, I uhm...", she looked down at the ground in shame, "I looked through your phone and found the app. Don't worry, don't worry master, I'm not mad, I love it in fact. I told you I'm into some depraved stuff and I wasn't lying. And I was down bad for you in college anyway, I'm happy you see me this way now, too. But I wanna know what you want. Are you gonna stop at Donna? You haven't really gone after anyone else yet and I wanna... support your endeavors. It's really hot to see people fall for you."

Fuck, what do I say now? "Uhm Amber, first of all, obviously, don't tell anyone about the app, okay?" "Yes, master." "And as for what I want... I don't know. I'm not a normal guy sexually, I love you a lot but we're not going to a be a normal married couple with kids in a decade."

"I'm glad, master. Genuinely. I loved you before the app and I had these fantasies before the app. To fulfill every of my sexual fantasies with the best friend I ever had... I could've killed for this life and I just have it now. I'm... genuinely happy. But I know you. You're a good guy. You didn't just go after Donna for her tits. I think I found another person you should talk to more. Klara delivered the milk you wanted. She's a very nice girl, I think she likes you a lot too. Looked at me like she was worried you were taken, when I opened the door and told her you were away. I told her to visit you soon."

"Uhm, Klara, yeah. Wait, did you pay for the milk? I'll give you the money before you leave, don't worry."

"Thank you master, but you don't need to if you don't want to. There's something else she told me though... She warned me that the owner could show up sometimes, I assume she was referring to your father? She told me to run if he appeared and that I could hide on her farm. The way she said it, it sounded like it had happened multiple times before. I don't know what kind of thing your father had going on, but I wanted to warn you before the police tells you."

"Thanks, Amber. I want to say I'm surprised, but at this point I'd be lying. Every day I find out a new thing he did. It's exhausting."

"It's okay, master. I'm always at your disposal, whether you wanna fuck or need someone to talk to, okay? You're not alone in this. And you can probably talk with your mom about all of this, too. Which reminds me... How do you feel about her?"

"I... haven't made up my mind yet, Amber."

"If you want my take, from a power perspective it makes absolute sense. Sure, I'd of course be happy to have her stay in her room by your order while we fuck as we want, but she'll be questioned by the police as much as you. She's getting your money as caretaker, and you're gonna have to be here for her to make her feels less lonely, too. Getting her to submit means legal and financial safety for you, emotional stability for her, and it might just happen automatically anyway."

"I... need to think about this, Amber. I'm not gonna make her submit just for money though, okay?" "Yes, master. I'm sorry for implying that." "No worries." I kiss her on her forehead.

"Do you still like what we do? Even if it's mainly powered by the app?"

"Yeah, of course I do. In a way, it's hot to know I can't fight you even if I wanted to. And at least for me... the things the app did to me didn't change me much. If I'm being honest, master, the app affected you more than me. But not because you're under its spell, but because you knew that I was serious about you. Because you knew Donna was serious. College me would've just been happy to be called girlfriend by you. And now I'm doing better than I could've ever imagined. Thank you, master. Even if the app disappeared tomorrow, I'd still want to call you master, because I like this life. I get to spend time with my favorite person every day now. Occasionally we fuck. This truly is life." We hugged for a long while.

"Amber, you can go home now, by the way. I think I need to explain to my mom why you're here."

"Alright, master. See you on Monday, I love you."

When I exited my bedroom, Amber had started packing, and I could smell my childhood again. My mom had started to make breakfast and I realized in that moment, that I hadn't eaten anything as well.

"Did you cook anything for me too, mom?"

"Y-Yeah, of course."

After a while, she was done and we sat quietly at the breakfast table. Objectively, Amber is the better cook, but nostalgia is a hell of a ****. That silence was only interrupted when Amber, having packed her stuff, left: "Goodbye James, Isabella. Enjoy your breakfast."

The moment she finished her bite, she began to ask: "Who is she?"

"Amber. I met her in college and we became good friends. After college she moved here and worked where I work now. We hadn't talked in a while but we met up again."

"James, I saw you. This seems more serious than meeting just an old friend. Did you use a condom?"

"Mom... You kinda killed the mood for us yesterday."

A brief pause. "I-I'm sorry, James. I know that relationships aren't easy for you." Isabella +2SP (+55SP)

That hurt a bit, but still. "I appreciate you looking out for me, and I know it was important to let us know. Amber was creeped out about the camera too. It might have ruined our night but I think it's better this way."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

"Mom, I know I'm asking you for a lot, but could you give me some money? About a thousand, to be exact? I want to buy a closet so that this house is a bit more tidy."

"S-Sure, honey, I'll do that." Isabella +8SP (+63SP) Wait, eight?? I did not expect that. Why did it hurt her so much? It feels rude to ask, but I want to know. "You seemed hesitant there, mom. Didn't you and dad live on the money you now get together?" She looked at me, ready to scream and lash out. I think I hit a nerve. But... I am an adult now. She can't really send me to my room anymore. She lives at my place now, anyway.

"I... I had kinda hoped that I could spend the money myself, you know? I know, it's selfish, and you aren't even asking for the full half, like you could in theory. But... I had hoped to go shopping. Buy a new dress and whatever distracts me from everything right now. I know I shouldn't want this, I know I shouldn't be spending money that's technically yours and taken from others. I know I'm an awful person, James, but I need something to distract me." Isabella +1SP (+64SP) Admitting hurt her less than giving up the money? That's... awful.

"Well, you're not going to like what I have to say, but given your circumstances, there's a second bird that you need to hit with that stone. What are you going to do next? He's probably going to divorce you. Do you plan on living alone for the rest of your life, without a job, hoping that I'll always earn enough to keep us going through our lives? You need to start looking for a job or a partner in these cases. For now, you'll be safe, but the next housing market crash could endanger you. I am still a journalist, I can keep earning a living without the company. It's you that I'm worried about."

She began crying. "I know you're right, James, but it still hurts to hear. I need to think about this."

In that moment, Emily finally wrote me. She can deliver the closet later today and we'll discuss everything else then, in person. Works for me.

"James, I... I think I'll have to postpone my thoughts on my future until after the divorce. I can't realistically think of entering a new relationship as long as the law considers us married. I don't wanna bet on getting out of there easily. I'm gonna spend the money left over on filing for divorce, if that's okay with you?" I think the last part was her submission already showing. My mom was advancing fairly quickly, too. Getting points at this stage should be difficult, but I keep having to ask my mother for things about herself that she would really like to hide, so I still get easy points.

"That's a good idea, honestly. Given everything we know already, you should become more independent from him. After that, we'll discuss everything about your future career, okay?"