A pause. It was a good five minutes and she was beginning to accept his silence as poetic justice for her rather abrupt disappearance those months ago, when a series of moving dots appeared across the screen, indicating that he was replying.
K_M: Indeed. I’d expect nothing less from a pixie. Capricious wee things, flitting around on a whim. Great to “see” you, lass. You been a good naughty slut? Got some expert dom or doms looking after yer needs, I hope? Xx
LGL: Oh ha! Not exactly. I mean, yes, I’ve been a bit naughty, for sure. I did what you said would be good for me… practised those skills… well, quite a lot for a while actually…
K_M: That’s excellent to hear. Good girl. I knew your true potential from the moment I first saw that profile. And, did it work out? Tell me… tell me yer dirty secrets cunty-girl. Has it made you happy?
LGL: I… I’ve not really talked to anyone about this… I don’t know where to start…
K_M: Well, then – it’s about time you did. Tell me. You know yer master likes to hear where you’ve been watering that voracious cunt of yours, and how you’ve been using that most remarkable mouth. Tell me, slut. Xxx
LGL: After I last saw you, in your home that time, I… I just went nuts. A total slew – I think I told you at the beginning when I met that first guy? Well, he was the first of, hell, four or five. Boom, boom, boom, Alasdair. Just crazy.
K_M: But you enjoyed it? Of course you did. That tight, greedy wee cunt of yours loves new cock, doesn’t it, cunty? What happened?
LGL: They were all older, Meister. Doms, I guess, or billing themselves as such, although I think you might’ve taken some of them to task on the title “dom”… All online first. And then I found myself changing how I thought. Hmmm… I found I was just looking at men in a different way, at myself…
K_M: Go on.
LGL: I don’t know. I just… It was like I knew something about them, about people, that couldn’t be erased, like something – a universal truth – was opened up to me. And although I couldn’t talk about it, I knew it. And in knowing it, I realised I could use it.
K_M: And this truth was? Did it make that cunt smile?
LGL: You know it did. It was finding out, knowing, that she, this cunt, had such power and it wasn’t just me she controlled…
K_M: I’d call you a clever wee thing, if we both didn’t already know this was the truth, and you’ve got the certificates to prove it, LittleGirl. And so?
LGL: And so I let her use it. That power. From online I took it into the world and set her free awhile. Erm, yeah.
K_M: Uh huh, uh huh, and are you, cunty, did you set yourself free?
LGL: For a while she used it, that freedom, and I let her, because it was easy and it was fun and then… well, no, that wasn’t freedom, not that. Not for me. I mean it was good, it was part of me and what I am, but… I settled down a little.
K_M: But she’s still being fed?
LGL: I met a guy.
K_M: And he knows what you need?
LGL: He does. I mean, yes. We’re finding out what I need, what we both need, along the way, but yes.
K_M: Then I’m glad for you. You’re very a hungry girl, Tamsin, and hungry girls are demanding but well worth the effort. He’s truly a lucky man.
LGL: Thank you. I… I wanted to tell you before I…
K_M: Before you totally disappear?
LGL: Before I totally disappear. I wanted you to know. It’s important to me. This – this has been important to me. But, hey, how are you?
K_M: I’m good, cunty-girl, I’m good. I still stay active. I’m on the scene, online and to the odd munch, but I’m feeling auld, cunty-girl, I’m auld and I’m weary and, I’ll be honest, I’m not sure if it suits me.
LGL: You’re not old! Not you. Never. I mean, at the risk of you choking on this cliché, if you’re as old as the woman you feel, I suspect you’ve a long way to go. My grandad’s 82 and to him, you’re nothing but a whippersnapper.
K_M: I hear you, cunty, I promise you I do, and there’s life, a bit, maybe more, left in the auld dog for sure, but 68 is auld in anyone’s book and no denying. That said, I’ve found two delicious young things, friends, girls from the islands, who are coming down for a visit in a few weeks, so they promise me. Who knows what medicinal powers the wee minxes will bestow upon me.
LGL: Thank you. Thank you, Kindly_Meister. XxX
K_M: I’m going nowhere, cunty-girl. Good luck to you. XXX
And the green light, his green light, flickered off.
***** THE END *****
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