Close her computer

I closed the door and couldn’t think of what to do exactly. My immediate concern was Andrea though, and I didn’t know who this, let’s assume strange, man was.

Andrea was class president and had a bright future ahead of her that could be ruined by this sort of thing. I took a deep breath, walked over to her, and slammed the computer shut. She stopped rubbing and looked pissed.

“What the fuck, Laura?!”

What the fuck, me? Is she being serious?

“Andrea, what the fuck are you doing? And more importantly who the fuck was that?!”

She started to breath more normally and looked like she was becoming upset. I guess she was having a tough time finding the right words. I got down on a knee to be level with her face and despite her nudity, and various toys and bindings I tried to just treat it as a normal situation and help my friend.

“Who was that, Andrea?”

She swallowed and wouldn’t answer.

“Who. Was. That. Andrea?”

I looked deeply into her eyes trying to reach her before she became more than just a physical mess. After a minute or so she answered.

“That’s Chris, He’s my dom. I’m… I’m a submissive. We met online, this was supposed to be our last online session…before we meet in person.”

I immediately filled with rage; I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad at her. Until this moment I always trusted her above myself, she’s class president, head of the debate team and mock trial, a perfect 4.0 GPA, and a full ride to Yale in the fall. How could she take risks like this? How had she kept this side of her from me for so long?

“Are you stupid? You’re going to go play sex games with some strange man you met on the internet? Do you want to get **** or fucking die? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She looked deeply ashamed. Maybe I had been too harsh. Again, this was really awkward given her current condition.

“I’m sorry, Laura… I just need to indulge this side of me or… I’m going to go crazy. I never meant for you to see me like this.”

I really wish I had waited for her to get dressed to have a serious conversation.

“I’m sorry for flipping out. Just get dressed and then we can talk tomorrow.”

I turned to leave and tried to think of a substance I could take to immediately erase this from my mind. Of course before I could exit the room I started to hear sniffles, and by the time I started to turn the handle she was now full on bawling. I wanted to leave, but I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I did.