Valentine's Day

Fucking Valentines Day and I am on my bed naked and masked as I had been at this time every night for the past 10 days. I knew I couldn’t be with my true love this night as he was now settling in at the bottom of the Earth yet I felt I should be doing something besides this on such a special night. A romcom alone or with my single girlfriends, a night out, something. Anything. Yet here I was.

I begged Robyn to give me the night off but it was like bargaining with a stone. She was adamant the schedule be kept precisely. I encouraged her to go find a date for the Valentines but she just laughed as if I was suggesting something impossible. Robyn didn’t have much of a social life it seemed. I couldn’t say I was surprised. It was so demeaning having such a loser hold the reins of power over me.

Over the past week and a half I had twisted the situation over a thousand times in my head and still I couldn’t see a way out that didn’t risk Dylan seeing the video. I thought about just telling my husband everything but, again, I knew beyond any doubt it would spell the end of us. There was no way to present this information that would make it palatable to the proud Dylan. I thought about telling him some story Robyn sending viruses and that he should delete any communication he got from her but with a bluff like that I would quickly find myself out of my depth as Dylan was far more tech savvy than I and he would have many questions. I even considered trying to find a prostitute that looked like me from the neck down but quickly gave up on that idea. The chances of finding such a woman would be next to impossible, if I found one I wouldn’t be able to afford her every single night, and the fact that Robyn and I actually spoke over the call all made it a dead end.

I was a fly fully entangled in Robyn’s web. Escape was not an option. My only hope lay in finding the spider’s capacity for mercy. Perhaps if I was friendly enough she might actually see me as real person with real feelings. It was a slim hope but it was all I had.

I sit up tall and ready myself for show time. Today was “D1-P, 20 minutes”. The time had gotten longer by a minute each day since the first. I was still over a week away from the “A” days, which I assumed meant ass. Dylan and I did butt stuff so I wasn’t necessarily intimidated by the prospect, with enough lube I knew I’d be fine, but I am still glad I had some time. Hopefully she would listen to reason before then.

The time comes and I send out the call. After two rings Robyn answers looking every bit like she did every other time, the only difference this time was instead of her mug she had a wine glass in front of her filled halfway with rose.

“Happy Valentines Day.” She says with surprising cheerfulness.

“Uh, yeah. To you too.” Attempting to seize on her good mood I press. “How…was your day today Robyn?”

She smiles and leans in. “Great! I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

I laugh a fake laugh. “I meant besides this.”

She shrugs. “Not bad. You? Get to talk to Dylan today?”

“Yeah. We spoke during one of the satellite windows.” I say. “He misses me.”

I go to continue our causal chat but I am interrupted. “Okay. 20 minutes, let’s get…”

“Robyn.” I say. “Can’t we just…talk.” I tried to keep the desperation from my voice but it was plain to hear. “Can’t we…”

She takes a sip of wine. “You have one minute to start or I end this call.”

“Robyn.” I plead. “There has to be another way. We need to stop this.”

She just stares back me unresponsive, the gleam of her monitor off of her glasses obscure her eyes from me.

“Why does it have to be every night?”

Nothing.

“Damn it Robyn!” I snap, my emotions getting the better of me. “Please. I’m begging you.”

“Thirty seconds.” She says flatly.

My heart drops as the tiny glimmer of hope I thought I had disappears in an instant. “Okay, okay. I’m going.”

I hop onto the bed, spread my legs, lube up the toy well, and start up my usual even rhythm.

“I want you to rub your clit today.” She commands.

I, of course, obey.

With my left elbow not supporting me I shift appropriately. Bringing my left hand down between my legs I lightly play with my button with the tips of my middle two fingers.

“Mmm, good girl.” She says brightly. “That’s it Miss Perfect. Play with your perfect little pussy for me.”

‘I’m not doing this for you bitch!’ I what I think, though I say nothing.

“Fuck yourself faster. Come on, work it.”

The talking was new. Usually she just sat and watched in silence. I suspect the wine had something to do with it.

I speed the pace of the dildo up just a little as I continue to tickle my clit.

“Good girl!” She giggles. “Just like that. I knew Dylan couldn’t be married to such a dead fish. That’s it, just like that.”

My shoulders hunched forward I keep my eyes on my tormentor as I play with myself for her amusement.

As I play Robyn sips her wine and every so often says something to me. Things like: “That’s a good girl.” “Keep it up.” “I’m watching youuu.”

Her speaking like that made it harder for me to dissociate from the scene as I normally did. I couldn’t ignore that camera lens and her intense interest in watching me perform. Out of the corner of my eye I can see myself in the full length mirror though it seems like a stranger, a faceless anonymous body fucking itself with a dildo. As the minutes pass something new begins to happen. My skin tingles around my breasts. My breath quickens, drying my mouth. I feel a flush fill my cheeks and a layer of sweat begins to bead across my flesh. As the time passes the lube isn’t becoming tacky and the dildo continues to slide smoothly and easily in and out of my slick tight cunny.

No! No, no, no! Fuck no! This wasn’t happening. With all my will I conjure every iota of hatred I held from this wicked woman. I would never give her the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy this. I bite my lips to distract myself and bring my yogic training to bear and focus completely on my breathing.

“Feels good?” She asks.

“No!” I answer too quickly.

“Hm, too bad.” She says. Just then the timer goes off. Were my twenty minutes over already? It didn’t seem that long yet I knew Robyn was a stickler for staying to the schedule. She signs off with her usual pleasantry. “Thank you. See you tomorrow.” And the call ends.

My hands slow to a stop. I relax my shoulders and lay back, my right hand coming off the toy but my left resting where it was. I stare up at the ceiling panting lightly. My body was warm all over like after a good yoga session. I could feel some dampness in my pubes that was not entirely from the lubricant.

“Whooooo!” I let out a long calming breath.

God damn it! As much as I tried to deny it, the last part of today’s session actually felt…great!