Satisfying a Fetish

"I have a fetish, James"

As the words appeared on his screen, James looked horrified. This situation seemed to be getting worse by the second. He could only sit naked and helpless as the mystery viewer kept typing.

"Do you know how frustrating it can be to have an unusual sexual fetish, James? How difficult it is to satisfy? You would never dare ask a partner to indulge you in it, probably not even a prostitute. It may not even be physically possible. But now, with you, it seems I can finally explore it properly"

James sat in silence, just wishing there was some way he could make this stop. The text continued.

"I want to see just how much power I have over you, James. I also want to know that whatever I do to you is real and not some digital trickery. When I next stop typing I want you to appear in my room on my bed, along with your laptop. You will not be able to see or hear me but you will be able to feel my touch. I want you to come to me now."

Suddenly James felt his surroundings completely change. He was still naked and sat on a bed, but it was a different bed in a bigger room. The room was neat and clean but also quite nondescript. There were no clues as to whom it might belong to. James jolted as he felt an invisible hand brush across his knee. He then looked down at his monitor nervously.

"I can't believe that worked! This is incredible! Can you see me James?"

James shook his head.

"Excellent. Then we may as well start. Perhaps I should tell you a little more about the fetish I am going to be exploring with you."