The unexpected triumph

When I finally open my eyes and the words of the text die away, I am overcome by an indescribable silence. The last sentences fade into the air and I am still sitting in my small room, my summer dress pushed up slightly, sweat on my forehead. A brief, liberated smile plays around my lips as the last waves of orgasm slowly subside and I can feel my heart beating faster at the same time.

The audience I see before my inner eye seems to remain in rapturous amazement. When I see the feedback from the chat, the echo of enthusiasm and praise is almost overwhelming. “Incredible!”, ‘So lively!’, ‘That was the best reading I've ever heard!’. It's as if I'm surfing on a wave of applause and a feeling of undeserved pride spreads through me.

I have won. I've actually won the competition - but what no one realizes is that everything I've recited wasn't just words from a book. The fantasy I brought to life was not just a simple game, but an experience so real and intense that it pushed me to the limits of my own imagination.

The audience's delight is exhilarating and I can't help but laugh inside. What if they knew that none of this was an act? That the passion and emotion I conveyed in every line wasn't just an acting performance, but deeply rooted in my own experience? If they knew that the text had unleashed something in me that I never expected?

Suddenly I feel like an impostor carrying a secret. This shy Kathrin standing on stage has turned into something I can't quite understand myself. Part of me wants to scream, wants to bring the truth to light, while another part urges me to keep this secret.

Just as I lose myself in these thoughts, my phone rings. The shrill tone breaks the silence and I look at the screen. It's Johan. A shiver runs down my spine. Johan, the shy boy from my class whose look I've often noticed, but who never had the courage to really talk to me.

I pick up and his hesitant “hello” sounds almost like music to my ears. “Hey, Kathrin! Congratulations on winning! You were really fantastic today.” His voice is warm and unsure at the same time, and I can hear the excitement in his tone. A smile spreads across my face as I try to organize my thoughts.

“Thank you, Johan! That means a lot to me,” I reply, noticing how my cheeks redden slightly. “I really enjoyed reading aloud.” But as I talk to him, an idea flashes in my head - the idea that I'm in this other world, tied up like Anna, and Johan is the one who decides what happens next.

A game of fantasy unfolds inside me that I can no longer deny. I imagine myself tied to a bed, my body defenceless and **** at this moment. Johan is there, looking at me with that shy but hungry look. I feel the familiar thrill of the situation.

“I wanted to tell you that I found your reading so lively. It really carried me away,” he says, and I don't really listen anymore. Instead, I imagine him slowly approaching my bed, his eyes fixed on my bound body. The idea of him being in control is exciting and frightening at the same time. What would he do? How would he react if I confided everything to him?