No

I turned around and went back to her, she was my best friend and she needed to know she hadn’t lost me. I kept my head turned not wanting to see her naked.

“It’s okay we can talk about this later. I’m not mad and I’m not judging.”

She slowed her tears.

“Please don’t leave.”

She does realize she’s still naked, with all sorts of things on her and even in her, right?

“Okay, how about you… get yourself together and I’ll wait in the hall.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond as I tried to get out of the room again. She whined a little but then had to say something.

“Chris is gonna be mad…”

I turned around, again seeing her in all her glory, and walked back for seemingly the dozenth time. When I got back to her It took everything in me to not scream at her.

“Andrea, you need to promise me that you will never talk to him again and swear on our friendship you will never ever meet him in person.”

She started sniffling again. As she swallowed I saw her collar shake. She was trembling and her nipple clamps jiggled with her ample bosom. Her legs were spread wide and I could see she was very wet and beneath it was some sort of plug sticking literally out of her ass. This was my best friend and she had kept this from me for who even knows how long. She didn’t even protest that I was staring.

“I need him!” She whined.

“Hun, this guy is a creep. Do you even know anything about him?”

She shook her head embarrassed at how it must seem like she was in over head.

“We met online. He just watches and tells me what to do. I needed more so we were gonna meet in person.”

Needed more? What does that mean?

“Do you realize how terribly that could’ve gone? He could’ve kidnapped you or worse. What do you even get out of this?”

She lowered her eyes, I could tell she was feeling very exposed, in many different ways.

“I just… everyday I have to make so many decisions about my life, my future, my clubs and teams. It’s very stressful. It feels good when someone takes all that control away from you and you just do what you’re told.”

Shit. Having always been someone who doesn’t like making decisions I can understand the stress it must bring on for her to need a release like this.

“Okay, maybe just try to find some sort of local guy, someone you know and more importantly who is known to others so you’re safe.”

She was now openly glaring at me, which was somewhat undercut by her appearance.

“A local guy? Are you kidding? I can’t trust some guy that much!”

“But you can trust some rando? Also for fuck’s sake… get dressed.”

“No, I don’t have to trust him because he’s random. He doesn’t know the real me. Not even my name, and I only show him from the neck down.”

She clearly ignored the second half of my comment and I wondered if she was actively getting off on this. I didn’t really know, but there was so much I didn’t know about her apparently and perhaps this was something she was actually enjoying. Still she had a point at least about the random guy part. I wasn’t quite sure what to say. She turned back to the desk and opened her computer.

“What are you doing?”

She tried to start typing and ignored me.

“I need to apologize to him. I’m supposed to only do what he says and he said to let you watch.”

I closed the computer again and she gave me an outraged expression.

“I need him! He won’t meet me if I don’t make him understand what happened and that’s it’s not my fault.” She shouted.

I took a deep breath to not strangle her. Though given our situation she might like it. That’s not funny. Okay, it’s kind of funny.

“Do you need him, or do you need it? And why does it need to be in person?”

She averted her eyes. I didn’t want to speak so I waited a minute and she finally responded.

“I need it… I need to be dominated. Please don’t judge me… It just takes all the stress away as I only focus on my body and the way it feels. In person allows for more things to happen since I don’t need free movement at all, and it also means I can get aftercare.”

Ugh, I don’t want these mental images.

“What’s aftercare?”

She blushed again, still very much not dressed.

“Aftercare is when I get comforted and as the name suggests taken care of. It’s so frustrating taking off my own… stuff after a session when I should just be able to revel in the feeling.”

Again, she’s expecting this of a stranger. Some potential predator.

“What if he just leaves you tied up and… does stuff.”

She looked like she’d never considered it.

“I don’t know… I think, I think I just need to feel this way and I hadn’t really considered the danger.”

I hoped reason might be getting through to her.

“So you’re not going to talk to him?”