0 comments/ 22250 views/ 7 favorites A Subscription to Satisfaction By: J-Stroke After struggling to get his key to turn, Gary Abraham pulled angrily on the balky aluminum-clad door opening into the vestibule of his apartment building. He expelled an irritated sigh at the wonderful start to his evening. He was more than a little annoyed that he was forced by his pathetic economic circumstances to be stuck at home alone for another Friday night. He had briefly toyed with the idea of stopping off at his usual watering hole before deciding that he had neither the energy nor the spare cash to part with. Sometimes the place depressed the hell out of him and he didn't need to go anywhere to feel that way. Juggling his keys, laptop, and briefcase, he grimly sorted through his mail as he climbed the dimly lit stairs toward the third floor. There was nothing in the handful of bills and ads that did anything but darken his already bleak mood. When he finally pushed open the door to his nearly empty apartment, he was just thankful for the meager sanctuary it provided. The bare walls echoed with each new sound as he dumped his keys, briefcase, and other accouterments on the lone table in the empty space that delineated his living room. He had only moved in here a few weeks ago to save on travel time and fuel costs. This was the second dog-rot apartment he had rented since losing most of what he owned in a bitter divorce. His ex-wife's very expensive and thorough lawyer left him bereft of most of his former possessions and responsible for some staggering child support and alimony to pay. On what little the judge decided he could survive on, he could almost afford his one-bedroom palace in the nastiest section of the downtown area. Its biggest selling features as far as Gary was concerned were it was cheap and close to work. It was a colossal step down from the sprawling sixteen room suburban colonial he used to share with the she-demon and his two kids. She got to keep that, the children, his Mercedes, and even his fucking dog. What he got out of nineteen years of marriage was the rusty twelve-year-old pick up truck he bought to tow the boat with all of his clothes piled into the back, sans luggage. The only real property Gary still owned was an empty parcel of land by an unremarkable little lake upstate. It was a small wooded lot that the Harpy he had joined with in holy matrimony complained was halfway to the Arctic Circle. His grandfather left it to him in his will along with his three Mason jar button collection. Grandpa always told him "You have to learn to take the good with the bad, my boy." Gary would have loved to tell granddad how well his advice had worked in dealing with the shrew-queen. He was almost certain to have to sell the plot in the next few years just to keep his financial head above water. He once had high hopes to build a retirement home on that spot for his wife and himself but the best laid plans...and all that. When he stepped into his kitchenette, he immediately started grumbling about being so effing broke that he coundn't even afford a place that had a real Kitchen! Oh no he had to settle for one with a goddamn kitchenette! Opening the freezer he began a half hearted search for something to fix for his dinner. Gary spoke aloud as he took stock of the possibilities. He realized a short time ago that he began doing it more and more since he began living alone. "Let's see we have here a delicious frozen pizza, frozen pasta with vegetables in sauce of some kind, and some other kind of frozen noodley looking shit. Hmmmm it's a tough choice, but the winner is... frozen noodley looking shit!" With that difficult decision behind him, he turned the oven on, ripped open the cardboard package, and threw the plastic tray onto the rack closing the door with a hollow thump. He strode out of the room loosening his tie and blowing a lusty sigh as he headed for his bedroom. The flipped on the lights and tossed his jacket at the chair near his computer desk. Sitting heavily on the edge of his bed, he dug the remote from under the covers and turned on the TV looking for something to watch while his food to cooked. He scanned through the channels finding nothing to his liking. Most of the shows quickly bored him or managed to depress him too much to watch for very long. Tossing the remote back on the bed, he walked to the window and looked down into the courtyard below his window. Across the street from where little kids were supposed to play Gary saw a scruffy looking drug dealer plying his trade. His piece of crap car parked as few spaces down had all of the windows open while his premium sound system pumped out an obnoxious blast of RAP and hip-hop into the cool night air. Over that clamor but not too far in the distance, Gary thought he could hear indistinct pops that might have been gunfire. A block or so further down from the local chemical distributor he saw what had to be the single homeliest hooker he had ever laid eyes on working hard to scare up her next "date." "Christ what a shithole," He mumbled turning away from the blight outside his window. Still waiting for the timer to call him to dinner he walked over and hit the switch on his homemade PC. It was parked in the corner on a rickety desk he had picked up at a thrift store last weekend. The computer itself was an equally crotchety assemblage of mixed parts and pieces. He had thrown it together from leftovers he found lying around in the tech-room at work. It had all the basics a large CRT monitor, CD burner, a decent processor and plenty of memory. It even had an old out-dated web cam in case he wanted to do video conferencing for work. By far its weakest link was a pair of the most painfully inadequate speakers he had ever heard. Much like a telephone, they were OK for reproducing speech but for anything more demanding, they were monstrous disappointment. It was about as far from a top of the line system as his living conditions where from a year or so ago. It almost never ran quite the way he wanted it to, but it was good enough for what he needed to do with it. He only put it together so that he could work from home when once in a great while and he really needed it to keep his on-line activities from showing up on his corporate laptop. It wasn't that he did anything extraordinary on-line. However, when you were head of the IT department for a large Investment bank it just wouldn't do to leave traces of even the most vanilla of porn on your work computer. A large part of his job was keeping everyone else from doing exactly that sort of thing on company's time and equipment. It would have been a nightmare for him to be caught at it. Worse yet that discovery would probably be made by one of his own people. He didn't want to contemplate how quickly he would be shown to the door for that kind of stupid mistake. The dried up old men he worked for had little or no sense of humor to begin with and Gary certainly didn't need to be tempting the fates. Deciding it was much better to be safe than sorry he built the beast at home in his spare time. Before the crotchety old thing had even finished booting up Gary thought he smelled a hint of something burning floating on the air. "Aw fuck me!" He leapt out of the chair dashing down the hallway toward the accursed "Kitchenette." Whipping open the oven door he reached inside for the little black tray before thinking about what he was doing. He pulled his smoldering dinner out of the oven in a panic. When the nerve impulses from his fingertips finally reached his brain, he ejected the 425-degree entrée in a blink of an eye. His fettuccine Chicken with Alfredo sauce landed hard on the range top in a wet sounding splat. Blowing on his stinging fingertips Gary swore between frantic breaths. He couldn't believe how asinine it was to grab the damn thing that way. He was even more disgusted with himself for being so stupid as to forget to set the fucking timer. He angrily slammed the oven door and turned to leave the room but hesitated looking down at the ruins of his diner. His fingers had almost stopped throbbing by the time he decided no matter how screwed up it was he was too damn hungry and tired to wait for something else to cook. Resigned to eating what was still edible he pulled a fork and an oven mitt out of their respective drawers and gathered up his dinner. After eating as much as he could choke down, he dumped the remains and headed for the shower hoping he could get through that without falling on his ass or the roof caving in on him. Fresh from the relaxing shower Gary was feeling pretty damn good for the first time all day. Still towel drying his hair he plopped nude into the cheap vinyl desk chair in front of his computer. He was surprised how much simple pleasures like a hot shower appealed to him these days. It wasn't even 9:30 yet and he decided it was too early to go to bed so he grabbed the mouse and started knocking around on the internet. He was learning through adversity that there was satisfaction to be found in places he never thought to look before. He did kinda want a beer but he was finally comfortable and didn't feel like getting up right now. He then remembered with a humorless chuckle that he didn't have any. Gary didn't really know what he was looking for, so long as it didn't deepen his Friday night funk. There were only two luxuries he shoehorned into his anorexic budget. The first was a high-speed connection that would allow him to work from home should that need arise. The fast connection dovetailed with his reason for building the junk box of a computer in the first place, his desire for a little personal privacy on-line. Predictably, that privacy meant he could indulge in exploring the seamier side of the internet without the career ending ramifications. Tonight he started out innocently scanning his usual news sites. After reading a few stories, he quickly grew bored with that. He logged into a favorite Poker website staying long enough to play a few dozen hands winning about as many as he lost. Soon his interest there flagged as well. He thought about trying some of the other gaming sites he frequented but couldn't think of one that really appealed to him. Giving in to a different temptation his mouse pointer slid upward to open his short list of bookmarks. Once the list dropped down his cursor immediately came to a stop on the link for, "Lady Emma's Private Estate." While the page loaded, he opened the only drawer on the wobbly desk and extracted a small plastic bottle setting it within easy reach. The second indulgence he allowed into his meager budget was the reason he was not sipping a cold beer at the saloon this evening. It would also end the moment he some other necessity came up that meant he could no longer afford it. Gary was a new but sincerely devoted subscriber to Lady Emma the English Mistress. Her website specialized in a host of male oriented fantasies up to and including a little BDSM. There was the naughty nurse, a dominating female boss, and a decadent leather clad bondage mistress among others. He found the thought of a woman with a whip torturing his cock and balls more than a little frightening, but when the dominatrix was as gorgeous as Lady Emma it might be a price worth paying. He knew some guys actually got off on that but the idea pretty much scared the shit out of him. Most of her nicely produced videos centered on her skill at the drawn out tease. They usually culminated in her masturbating her willing victims to completion. Occasionally a scenario would allow her intended target to gain the upper hand and her subscribers were treated to watching as Lady Emma herself took a serious screwing. Of course when that did happen Mistress did not seem at all displeased. Her naughty videos and the site in general were presented in what Gary thought was an interesting rather upscale manner. He rationalized the $49.95 monthly expense by considering how much a girlfriend might cost him. Hell, just thinking about inviting a woman into this dump depressed him all over again. The embarrassment of having to reveal his circumstances to someone he had any feelings for or designs on was more humiliation than he was prepared to handle. He could watch or download as many of Lady Emma's videos as he wanted without enduring any of the perils of sharing this miserable existence with a woman. Nope, Lady Emma was the girl for him! At least right now she was. He also figured he would probably get as much sexual gratification from watching her videos than he did in his entire marriage. Lady Emma did all kinds naughty things that his sexually retarded ex-wife would never have dreamed of doing. The fifty bucks seemed kind of cheap since could get every thing he needed and never have to worry about being financially emasculated by his web mistress's lawyer. After what he'd been through at the hands of the evil-princess it was a wonder he hadn't sworn off women forever. So what if it was his own hand providing the sensations he enjoyed. If he had bothered to do a cost benefit analysis using all of the available evidence, Lady Emma would have still been a bargain at twice the price. His screen filled with the familiar image of Lady Emma smiling and displaying a generous amount of her delightful cleavage on the login page. She was a tall, slender, middle-aged brunette with wonderfully round boobs a slender waist. He paused for a moment to examine her pleasant features trying to figure out what exactly made her so undeniably sexy. She had a wonderfully creamy complexion with arresting grey-blue eyes but the mystery of her enchanting beauty still eluded him. Her hair was cut somewhat shorter than appealed to Gary in the past. It was expertly streaked with red highlights and looked perfect for her. He couldn't explain why short hair on a woman was something that didn't strike him as sexy. Before getting married, he had always been drawn to women with very long hair. He always thought it somehow enhanced a woman's femininity. Her features didn't exactly fit into his idea of classic beauty either, nose a little too strong, lips a touch straight, waist just a bit short of perfect but there was something about the whole package that was stunning. The more he examined her photo the more he realized it was the presence she projected. Even in a photograph, she looked confident and assertive. The balance of her physical attributes only compounded the allure. He distractedly keyed in his username and password still marveling at her digital visage and clicked the login button. As soon as he clicked "OK" he heard a richly accented feminine voice tell him, "Thank You Gary314 and welcome to Lady Emma's." Even coming through the tinny speakers connected to his system her voice was something of a sensual feast. Her precise diction and the rich modulation of her British accent were almost musical to ears so used to hearing the same language spoken in a flat Midwestern twang. The login page faded to black and an options page appeared in its place. Gary slid the mouse pointer from one choice to the next. When he lighted on each of them, Lady Emma's delicious voice softly described what he would find in each. "In the Office," She purred. "The Examination room," her voice offered a hint of suggestion. "The Slaves quarters," She sternly intoned. "A tradesman's visit," a certain pique seeped into her voice. "The Ladies come to Tea," Her voice projecting a touch of amusement hinting that the ladies might be in for a special brew. Last but certainly not least, his cursor rested on, "To the riding stables," and Gary knew all too well the horses were rarely even saddled down there. Each time she spoke, it sent a bit of a thrill through him. When he glanced downward, he could already see as well as feel the beginnings of tumescence building in his naked cock. It always seemed to happen to him whenever he got to this page. The anticipation of seeing such a gorgeous woman using all of her considerable talents to give a man pleasure was like an elixir to his spirit. Lady Emma did indeed have many talents. None of her visitors ever left unhappy. Gary was certain they would all wish for a longer stay, much longer. He noticed that there was a new window today. There were usually only the six choices. Curious he parked the cursor over top the new picture and Lady Emma told him brightly, "Visit my new Projection Room." Gary wasn't sure what he was in the mood for just yet so he let curiosity be his guide and clicked on this newest window. As soon as he did, a stark slightly ominous looking warning splashed across his screen. There were no dulcet vocal tones telling him what this page held. Apparently, they wanted the members to read it for themselves to retain the message. He read it quickly thinking that the language bordered on the overly dramatic even for a porn site. WARNING: Due to the anticipated high demand for the "Projection Room," subscribers will be allowed entry only once per 24-hour period. For years her members have watched Lady Emma performing with her many friends and guests with the greatest satisfaction. Inside Lady Emma's exciting new "Projection Room," we utilize patented technology. Exclusive to Lady Emma's, this cutting edge Technology affords you a unique opportunity to set the performance of your choice. For a limited time regular subscribers will be allowed access to our exciting new "Projection Room." However, after this trial period expires a Premium subscription of $89.99 will be required. Click here to install required Browser plug-ins. Gary barked a cynical chuckle, "That figures," he mumbled convinced he was looking at a clever marketing ploy, one intended to extract maximum income for a minimal expenditure. He clicked and then waited while the browser extensions loaded he glanced at the bottle of lube sitting on the desk. His mind wandered and he wondered if he wouldn't be better off just going back to the menu page and maybe picking a nice video to watch. A few seconds later, his monitor rolled and flickered erratically, his speakers emitted a series of peculiar sounding hisses and pops. For a frantic moment, Gary thought he was witnessing a complete meltdown of his cobbled computer, but it all ended as abruptly as it began. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck was that?" he asked almost afraid to move and looking over at the beige cabinet for signs of rising smoke. Turning back to the monitor, he found a large new icon centered on his screen. "Enter the Projection Room" Once he decided the damn thing wasn't about to explode, he tentatively grabbed the mouse and decided to follow along where he was being led. He clicked on the button fully expecting another disappointment to cap off his night. The instant his fingertip relaxed pressure on the mouse button he felt an in explicable wave of dizziness wash over him. His heart started racing and he felt the beginnings of panic tearing at him. He noticed with a start that he could no longer hear the distant wail of police sirens or the pounding RAP music from outside his window. Gary sat there clinging desperately to his sanity when his vision started going dark or was it something wrong with the lights. His panic increased as he tried to reason it out but found he couldn't concentrate so he just wasn't sure. Using every ounce of his intellect, he definitely remembered paying that bill it so it shouldn't be a problem with the lights. He decided therefore, it was his vision that had to be failing. He tried to make himself calm down but he felt beads of sweat forming on his brow and trickling down his back. It made him feel as though the clammy hand of death were closing around him. He could still feel himself breathing although a lot more rapidly than normal. He could tell that he was still sitting and could feel the cool hard desk mat under his bare feet. The texture of the cheap vinyl under his ass and against his back was unmistakable. He could feel the edge of the desk rubbing on the underside of his arm, and the hard shape of his mouse still gripped tightly in his hand. Everything else felt so wrong, it was an odd disconnected feeling that reminded him vaguely of being under water. He shook his head hoping the unnerving sensation would pass. He wondered if this was how it felt to have a heart attack, or worse. A Subscription to Satisfaction Slowly, after what seemed an eternity but could easily have been just a few seconds, his vision began to return. After a moment or two, it sharpened into remarkable clarity. The scene that greeted his restored eyesight was a dimly lit room far larger than the one Gary knew he occupied. What he saw was extremely disconcerting because it wasn't a digital projection of a room neatly framed within the confines of his monitor. The room was spread out before him. He could see into the distant corners where the dim light barely penetrated. Although he could still feel the desk was there in front of him, it didn't impede his view even when he looked down at the seams outlining the individual tiles on the floor. So far, the only thing he could hear was his heart hammering inside his ears. Chills raced up and down his spine he still wasn't quite sure that what happened a moment ago wasn't some sort of bizarre medical crisis. Rather suddenly, he realized his hearing had returned because he could hear shuffling just outside the range of his view. An instant latter he was sent reeling again when he heard, "Hello Gary314," in a female voice with a very familiar accent. "Uh Hello?" he answered not quite sure he should trust what he'd just heard. The thundering of his heart rate surging in his ears made hearing anything difficult. He almost missed the sharp report of heels advancing over the hard tile. A heart stopping second later Lady Emma herself stepped squarely into his view. Gary's breath caught in his throat as his eyes frantically scanned the apparition standing in front of him. She was even more beautifully imposing than Gary's imagination had ever allowed. Her height was accentuated by the extreme heels she wore. They made her appear taller, and slimmer, and in some way that his brain couldn't quite process, more menacing as well. When he'd watched her videos on his computer screen there was never any doubt that she was a remarkably beautiful woman. The way he could see her now made her seem impossibly statuesque. His overwhelmed brain couldn't decide whether to enjoy the visual feast standing before him or to analyze how they managed to accomplish this. The years of training buried inside his inquisitive mind briefly overruled his pleasure centers. He rapidly scanned through his memory searching for anything in the scope of current technology that would create some sort of interface with human physiology. He sorted though a lifetime's worth of remembered technical specifications and schematic diagrams trying to sort it out. Nothing he had ever seen or heard of would explain what his eyes and ears were showing him at this moment. He wondered if they had breeched a time space boundary somehow but decided that was just too weird to be real. Just the same, he reached out to find out for sure and his fingers encountered smooth curved glass instead of warm soft flesh. Gary chuckled at the silliness of that idea and muttered under his breath, "un-fucking- believable." When he lowered his hand, his scientific analysis immediately ceased and his senses reasserted their control over his thought processes. Standing before him, she was fully dressed with a slightly disconcerting grin on her perfectly made up face. She seemed to be appraising him at the same time as he was doing the same with her. Dressed as though she may have just stepped out of the boardroom her office ensemble was devastating to Gary's over-driven psyche. She had on a light grey linen blouse with short sleeves and the white collar forming narrow lapels. The bright crimson kerchief peaking from the breast pocket offered a splash of color to brighten the no nonsense outfit. None of that could camouflage the ample bust line the cloth only barely constrained. Wrapped around her waist was a wide patent leather belt in a style that perfectly complimented her devastating heels. Beneath that was a decidedly snug knee length skirt in a darker shade of grey. Lastly, a pair of shimmering dark seamed stockings encased what he could see of her exquisitely long shapely legs. My God, she was beautiful. Gary could hardly breathe, his mind swam with questions but they all seemed so pointless at present that he couldn't bring himself to utter a sound. Abruptly she folded her arms and sat lightly back on the edge of a clear glass table that somehow appeared behind her. Gary knew that damn table wasn't there a moment ago or he would have seen it. His brain was almost at the overload point. He was fighting a losing battle with his composure and soon couldn't contain himself any longer. He started asking in rapid-fire bursts exactly what was on his mind, "What the, How'd that, Where'd you, Oh Jesus Christ..." Lady Emma chuckled softly and answered, "Yes I get that quite a lot from first time visitors." Gary's confused mind could only process about one word in three and he asked, "Huh what?" Gently in a slightly amused tone she asked him, "This is your first time visiting our Projection room isn't it Gary314? May I call you Gary?" He answered breathlessly, "Yeah sure, how do you do this? This is well, it's, it's just fucking incredible!" Her smile was breathtaking but when she spoke, Gary knew this wasn't a new experience for her and she had prepared for reactions like his, "I could tell you I suppose, but then I'd have to kill you..." It was his turn to smile at her trite spy-movie line. "...with the way you're dressed Gary I don't think came here to be party to a murder." Startled by what she'd said Gary looked downward and was shocked to find he was sitting completely nude in front of her. His face flushed hotly and he grimaced with sudden embarrassment. Without really seeming to, she effortlessly retook control of the situation, "Now that we have all of that sorted Gary what would you like to do?" Still dazzled by the whole experience, the sights, the sounds, hell for an irrational second or two he even thought for he caught a whiff of her perfume. Feeling a bit like a school boy caught doing something naughty, Gary tried to answer her as cogently as his overtaxed brain would allow, "Ah...well...I ah...wasn't expecting... ah..." She rested her hands comfortably on the table behind her listening quietly to his nervous stammering. "...this is...ah... such a surprise...I ah..." Titling her head just a bit and shooting him a tolerant smile, she cut off his rambling by asking him firmly, "Gary? Would you prefer that I suggest something?" "Please," He answered in a rush of overwhelming relief grateful she wasn't going to let him go on making a complete fool of himself. "Very well," she said looking at him intently for a moment before she stood away from the table and then began pacing back and forth. She spoke in a relaxed manner while the sound of her heals echoed all around him with every step. Gary was distracted again, by the technological leap they had achieved until her firm voice brought him back into the moment. "Well now Gary from your attire and that lovely bottle of lubricant you have there," He was stunned by the mention of the small bottle he'd put on the desk earlier, "We can assume you had something specific in mind when you logged in here." She paused, flashing him a delighted smile, and continued, "Let us take our queue from that, shall we?" Gary nodded eagerly still not trusting himself to speak. "Tell me then Gary... what...do you think...you'd like to see?" as she asked him the halting question she lifted her hand and began deliberately tracing a finger downward along her cleavage. His eyes almost left there sockets when her fingertip followed around the curvature of her breast. Before it completed the circuit, she was dragging just the nail with agonizing slowness directly across her nipple Gary gulped watching her suggestive movements. Inside his brain synapses fired, connections were established, and signals were sent, his body responded almost immediately to the unseen electro-chemical commands that were initiated within him. He nodded again almost grunting out his answer, "Yeah that." "Oh, so you'd like to see my breasts is that it Gary?" She asked leaning back against the table again and cupping her firm globes with widely spread fingers. "Oh yes please, they're so big and, and so beautiful," he answered his mouth beginning to go dry. She responded with a smirk and then said, "Very well then I guess it's time to be rid of this blouse then isn't it?" He nodded growing increasingly excited. "Alright," she said reaching for the top button, "While I dispose of this why don't you show me your cock Gary, I'll bet you have a nice big one too." He felt strangely self-conscious but at the same time immensely excited. He hesitated for only a second before opening his legs a bit and his semi-hard cock sprang upward a few inches. Just hearing her say the word "Cock" in her delightful British accent had him stiffening further. The realization that she was seeing everything he did sent excited ripples surging through his body. "Just as I suspected," she purred working the last few buttons, "This must be you're first time here. I would have remembered a nice thick cock like yours, now take hold of it Gary and show me how you stroke it." Again, he felt strangely ill at ease. For Christ sakes, the whole situation seemed so god damn far out there to him but he quickly found that he couldn't help but follow her mesmerizing commands. As soon as his fingers closed around the smooth warm flesh of his cock, he could feel it gaining another few degrees of hardness. He fixed his gaze on her as she tugged the tails of the blouse out from the belt cinching it tightly around her waist. Gary caught brief flashes of dark translucent lace as she removed the offending garment. She was just about to pull her arms out of the sleeves when she paused and asked in a curious tone, "Is that a bit of pre-cum I see shining at the tip Gary?" He looked down at his cock in his hand and immediately saw the glistening drop. He was amazed once again at how she could see it and his brain almost reverted to exploring its storehouse of technological data. His instant of distraction was shattered when he heard her tell him firmly, "Touch it Gary, touch that pre-cum on your delicious looking cock and show it to me." In a rush, he looked up at her and found she had shed her blouse and was now caressing her breasts as she looked down on him. The wanton look of eagerness on her face jarred him into action as she leaned forward as though looking directly into his lap. He felt his cock hardening in his hand as he watched her knead those lusciously firm spheres. He sucked in an audible gasp when he spotted her stiffening nipples tenting the thin material of the bra. He finally reached toward the tip of his cock with an unsteady finger and touched it down onto the slick pool. Lifting it slowly away, he stretched out a viscid string sparkling into the light for her to see. "Oh how lovely," she said a slight tremble in her voice betraying her own excitement, "simply lovely Gary. Perhaps there is something else you'd like for me to do for you while you start stroking that beautiful cock of yours?" Gary was reasonably sure his dick was not as remarkable as she was making it out to be. He did however enjoy the way she was talking about him. Each time he heard her say "cock" he could feel an extra twitch against his palm. He gulped against the dryness in his throat wishing he had thought to have something nearby to drink. He was not about to run off and get something though, no way, not now. He wasn't about to risk breaking the delightful spell she was starting to weave over him. The whole building could have been ablaze for all he cared, he wasn't going anywhere. He simply licked his lips ineffectually and croaked, "The skirt." As his hand began sliding up and down on his now fully engorged member, she smiled and asked him coyly, "Ah, so you like my lingerie then Gary?" He nodded watching intently as her hands went for the belt. "It's beautiful," he answered his eyes fixed on her every movement, "I'd really like to see it all." "Then you shall," she answered unlacing the black leather from the thin loops at the top of the skirt. She cast it aside smiling mischievously and reached for the zipper at her hip. While sliding the zipper down the curve of her hip she purred to him, "Such a big thick looking cock, oh how I'd love to get my hands on it." Those words seemed to ring within Gary's ears and he suddenly found himself amazed at how truly lovely her hands were. Those long slender fingers were perfectly manicured and they somehow looked at once both remarkably strong and delightfully feminine. They were lean and delicate but displayed confident grace that held him spellbound for a breathless moment. He loved watching when they were caressing and squeezing her incredible breasts earlier, but when he noticed the portions of her lovely form that her hands were traversing, he lost his momentary fixation. He watched with unbearable anticipation as she peeled the form fitting skirt from her lower body. Once divested of the restrictive fabric she stood with her hands resting lightly on her hips where he could see every magnificent inch of her. The smoky translucence of her bra was only the tip of the lingerie iceberg that Gary had so desperately wanted to see. She wore a matching lacy suspender belt holding up lustrous silk stockings that snugly enveloped her curvaceous legs. Adorning the junction between those wonderful legs, she wore a snug fitting thong constructed of the same diaphanous material as the rest of her beautiful under things. When the light struck it just so, Gary could make out the darker triangle of her perfectly tended pubic tuft. To Gary her beauty had assumed almost ethereal proportions. Viewing her this way was almost more than he could handle and he felt himself all but panting as his eyes devoured the woman standing before him. His hand operating under its own set of instructions had steadily increased speed. He didn't want her to move, not ever. She was so impossibly perfect just as she was, he really didn't care if she disrobed any further he would have been completely happy just to feast his eyes on what he now saw. Move she did and he watched in rapt fascination as one hand slithered down to cup over her mound as she asked him, "So now that you can see it all, how do you like it Gary?" "Oh my God, I, I love it," he answered numbly his hand pumping faster and faster as she slowly caressed her lace covered pussy. "Gary, Gary slow down!" she barked sternly at him, "Slow down! Get hold of yourself man." He was stunned by her admonition and abruptly halted his furious stroking, finally realizing what he'd been doing, "Uh, sorry," he said feeling incredibly stupid. Her reply was a mildly amused, "That's quite alright Gary but you'll want to take it a bit easier or it will all be over too soon." She sat back against the magically reappearing glass table and told him, "That would be a terrible shame don't you think Gary? After all we've only just begun." He was so enamored with what she was doing with her hands he hardly heard a word. When his brain found the capacity to process what she had said to him, he answered her vacantly, "Yeah a shame..." She sat back against the table, her legs parting slightly while her hand slowly caressed the curvature of her mound. Gary fixated on the hand and it movements his gaze was so focused it could have burned holes with its intensity. He sat there watching her almost unaware of his rock hard cock gripped in his own hand. Her fingers slid slowly up and down following the contours of her flesh. He couldn't see her clit or lips through the thin material covering, but seeing where she was touching was terribly exciting to him. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his cock and gave it a quick squeeze, groaning softly at the sensation. He stared at her slim fingers passing over the dark lace, her white tipped nails never snagging the delicate barrier. Her flattened middle finger pressed inward after locating her moistened center. She moaned and began swirling circular motions pressing firmly at the arch of her curving womanhood. Gary could happily sit there watching her playing with her body all night but an uncomfortable building pressure in his balls spurred him into action. He let go off his cock and reached out for the bottle sitting on the desktop. "Oh yes Gary," she encouraged, "Make your cock nice and slick for me." He opened the bottle with a loud snap, pouring a generous dollop onto his palm before wrapping his hand around his cock. He smoothed the cool slick liquid all over his rigid pole. The change in temperature and friction immediately sent chills shooting through his body. He added another few drops to his open hand just in case and closed the bottle tossing it carelessly back onto the desk. He grabbed at his cock again before adjusting his position in the chair to relieve the escalating pressure he felt within his balls. That was the only time his eyes would leave her body for the remainder of the evening. "Oh Gary, my god, look at those lovely balls," She gasped staring down on him. "Take hold of them Gary, I want to watch you squeezing them while you pump that lovely thick cock of yours," she ordered. All too willing to comply he wrapped his free hand around the heavy bundle of flesh. He began fondling them gently while his other hand began rhythmically sliding up and down on his slippery member. In a few strokes, the combined sensations made him gasp loudly while his whole body gave in to an involuntary twitch. "Brilliant Gary," she said her tone exciting him further, "Simply brilliant, now long slow strokes Gary, Don't want to get overheated just yet dear." He smiled remembering his earlier lack of focus, "Yes Mam," he answered contritely. She chuckled and abruptly stood hooking her thumbs under the waistband of the thong she told him, "I know you like the underwear Gary but I'm sorry they just have to go." She stripped off the thong tossing it aside and immediately reached up to unhook the bra. Gary got his first look at her naked pussy and sucked in an awestruck breath. Framed by the lacy arch of the garter belt and stockings her smooth naked skin almost glowed. He could finally see that her pussy was lightly pink from her earlier rubbing. The dark neatly trimmed patch of hair made it the very center of his universe. He pulled on his cock feeling every contour and bulging vein come alive with renewed excitement. The hand holding his heavy nuts rolled them around and they seemed to revel in the changes in pressure and contact. He looked upward somehow feeling her scrutinizing his actions. Her eyes were fixed on his hands now watching him intently while she vigorously massaged her awesome breasts. Her fingertips tugged on her nipples rolling them lightly. The look on her face as Gary watched her do it was so sexually charged that he couldn't help but moan loudly. Her eyes snapped upward capture his and she asked abruptly, "Ah, you like it when I pinch my nipples Gary?" He answered breathlessly, "Oh god yes." "Perhaps you should pinch your nipples while I watch," her tone told Gary it was not a suggestion. He had never engaged in nipple play before and didn't think too much of the idea. "Do it Gary," she ordered, "pinch your nipples. I want to see it. Now Gary!" Reluctantly he let go of his balls and they sagged against the cooler vinyl of the chair sending a chill through him. He was keeping up the steady rhythm pumping on his cock but when his fingers closed down on his left nipple, it sent a jolt surging through his entire body making his hand jump in response. A Subscription to Satisfaction "That's it Gary pinch the other one now," her voice was excited but still firm and commanding. He did what he was told and he was rocked again by a full body spasm that somehow seemed to unify his nipples with his cock. "That's lovely Gary," she told him with a broad smile reaching one hand down to finger her pussy while the other tugged at her own nipples, "You keep at that and make longer strokes on your cock now Gary." He was almost insensate to instruction now but somehow her voice penetrated the fog of his magnified desire to cum. His hand slid the full length of his prick from the base to the mushroom crown as she watched him. "Yes Gary that's it, that's what I want to see, Look how your hand smacks down on your balls that way, delightful." Gary wasn't sure at that moment which of them was performing for whom but he couldn't make himself care at that point, he was nearing an explosion. She asked him calmly watching him beat off to her specifications, "You've done this before Gary, watching my videos I presume?" He nodded his response, being far to busy to speak at that moment. "Which ones?" she asked watching him intently, "Which do you like best?" He struggled to concentrate and answered in halting snatches, "I love...watching ...when you...let your men, shoot...their cum...on you." "On my tits?" she asked. He nodded. "On my face Gary?" she pestered him. "Yes," he said pumping away. "In my mouth?" her tone lowered ominously. "That's my favorite, yes," his voice was choked with excitement, "You are so beautiful with your mouth full of cum." She had to know what the question would do to him but asked it anyway, "Gary...would you like to cum in my mouth?" Unable to keep control of his hands any longer he began stroking wildly and pinching his nipples frantically and roared, "Oh God Yes!" She was just sitting there watching him now not touching herself at all but he didn't care he was too far-gone. Her voice was the final trigger when she told him, "If you ever visit England Gary, and you can find me Gary, I'll let you." Gary groaned as his hand flew up and down on his slick steely cock. Every tweak or pinch on his nipples sent fluttering waves throughout his body. He could feel his cock start swelling in his hand the tip tightening with each new stroke. Before the end, the pressure in his balls continued growing to the very edge of pain. He grunted loudly as the throbbing pulses rocketed through his groin as he shot a huge ropy stream of cum flying from his cock. With each succeeding wracking pulse Gary's cock blasted another creamy jet recklessly into the air. He could feel them landing across his legs even falling onto his bare feet but he couldn't care. He panted still pumping himself to oblivion while Lady Emma calmly watched him ejaculating all over himself. While he slowly regained his senses, she began speaking to him in a much more business like tone, "So Gary, now that you've experienced our Projection Room on a scale form one to ten, how would you rate it?" He smiled up at her from his chair and answered in an exhausted voice, "Eleven." That response earned him a chuckle. "Did you have any difficulty connecting?" she asked reaching for something out of view. He told her about the strange frightening feelings he went through when he first logged on and they discussed that in some detail. Her conclusion was that his sub-standard system was most likely responsible for it. She marked that down on the clipboard that someone had handed her. Gary was a bit startled that someone else was in the room and snorted uncomfortably when he realized they were probably there the whole damn time. "You should upgrade your system Gary our interface was optimized for Sony, HP, Dell, and Compaq hardware," because of their widespread availability, she explained. "Yeah, well, that's easier said than done I'm afraid," he answered with a bit of chagrin, "I'll have a hard enough time coming up with the premium membership fee." "I'm so very sorry to hear that, but honestly Gary do you think it's price is commensurate with the value?" she asked him earnestly. He pretended to think it over for a moment just to be a tease and smiled up at her before answering, Abso-fucking-lutely!" "Now your trial period runs for 72 hours Gary and then you'll need to upgrade your membership," she told him bringing him quickly down a peg. He nodded knowing how cash strapped he was but listened without comment. "But since you've been so co-operative with us," the mention of others in the room made him flush with embarrassment again, "I will email you a special login that will extend your free trail for a fortnight." Gary hand no idea how long a fortnight was but wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and answered happily, "Well thank you very much, that's very kind of you." She flashed him a radiant smile and slipped off the table she had been sitting on. "Well then, that's it then Gary," she blew him a kiss and chuckled, "Thank you for cumming, and we will see you again tomorrow," and turned to walk away. Gary sat up and barked, "Wait before you go one last thing." She stopped giving him a surprised look at his outburst, "Yes Gary?" "What you said before," He blurted feeling a bit like an idiot but he couldn't help himself, "Did you mean it?" "About cumming in my mouth?" she chuckled. He nodded feeling ridiculous. "Sure Gary," she gave him a grin but answered him in a doubtful tone, "If you find me, I will let you, that's a promise." The next thing Gary was aware of was he was sitting alone in his bedroom with the lights still burning brightly. The obnoxious pounding of rap mixed with the sounds of traffic filled his ears. He was really disoriented at first but looked down and saw cum everywhere and knew it wasn't some bizarre dream he'd just had. It was on his legs, his belly, on the floor; it was even splashed across his keyboard. He never came so hard or so much in his entire life. He looked around for the towel he carried in from the shower and found cum on that too. He started with the desktop and glanced at the system clock noting it was only 9:57. He laughed and shook his head demoralized that he'd lasted less than a half hour with Lady Emma. "I won't be so easy on her next time, you watch" he muttered and began cleaning up the rest of the mess. His legs wobbled a little bit when he went after a second towel but he finally managed to get the worst of it taken care of. Remembering what she told him he checked his email expectantly and there it was, a message from Lady Emma just as she said. As he read the message, his brain finally began firing on all cylinders. A lifetime of work in the IT field served him well when he started backtracking the message source. He had the ISP located in a matter of moments. They were a service out of east Sussex on the south coast of England. He checked the "about" button on the homepage of "Lady Emma's Private Estate" and found a mailing address in Brighton on England's south coast as well. With just a little bit of effort he had narrowed her location from the whole of England to a single seaside county. He thought of a half dozen other ways to track her down and then his mind shifted to thinking about how to fund his new obsession. There would be air travel, accommodations to pay for and he'd need spending money too. He really had only one choice. He would have to contact a Realtor on Monday. "Hmmm..." Gary said to himself, "My dear Lady Emma, you may have to keep that promise to open you mouth for me yet."