Chapter 8
EIGHT
Sophie
I am in too much of a hurry to do anything except sit on my chair, log into the Clarendon Playmates portal and see what job Mack is talking about. And there on the Amber board is a Shibari Job. I click on it and read:
I would like to tie you up and make you mine. I want you to give yourself over to me, mind, body and soul. Let me take you to a higher place and make you see God. It would be my pleasure to accompany you. I will enjoy tying you up so you are immovable and open for everything I will bestow on you.
Payment $3,000
I recognise the wording but I know members do cut and paste from other posts.
They are always allocated a new member number for every post so as much as I’d like to guess who Member 370 is, the truth is, it could be anyone I’ve already played with or it could be Mack.
I won’t know unless I arrive. And Mack asked me to apply for it, so he wants me there for a reason, for his game.
Whilst I don’t understand this game, following his instructions hasn’t been bad so far.
Wild horses won’t keep me from applying for this job if for nothing more than curiosity right now.
I want to know if this is Mack or one of my regulars.
I assume it’s one of my regulars because ever since the Charity Job, Shibari has been a favourite of mine this past year.
And other than that first guy, there has only been one other that has posted the job and he has never declined my job application.
So only time will tell. I begin to type.
Dear Member 370,
Tie me up and take me to meet my God. I want to hand my body over to you for an afternoon of utter submission and deliverance. I know the risks, I also enjoy the rewards, your rewards. Make me yours and I will give you all of me.
Yours, Sophie
I hit send, close my laptop and pull on some clean pjs.
Dinner time my stomach growls at me. I walk into my kitchen and quickly put myself together a roast salmon and vegetable dinner.
I pick up my plate and settle on the sofa and put one of my favourite movies on.
My body and my mind are craving cosy comfort right now.
I tuck into my food and watch my favourite actors playing the roles I’ve seen them play a thousand times before which calms my racing tangled thoughts.
When I finish my food, I set my plate aside lazily and pick up my phone.
I want to tell someone about what just happened today but I also don’t, I haven’t digested it myself yet.
Instead I check my bank balance and see I’ve been paid for today’s job.
Payment means one of my favourite luxuries.
I open up the Fund Me app on my phone and give it one big scroll landing on a page with a family that is reminiscent of my own.
I read their story and although it’s different to my own, I feel their desperation and their pain for someone to help them, to save them and pay their endless, mounting medical bills.
I know too well the panic of not knowing how to make ends meet for one medical bill let alone all the medical bills to save my sick father.
Back when I was growing up, there wasn’t an app, there was only the local community.
My mum did what she could, everyone did what they could.
I got a weekend job and worked the hours the government allowed for a 13 year old.
But my measly $5 an hour wasn’t coming anywhere close to the $80k medical bills without the hospital stays on top.
My mum tried to keep us afloat, working every hour under the sun whilst caring for my dad in the evenings, supporting us.
She sold our house and our furniture and everything that would buy my dad another night on this earth with us.
But it wasn’t enough. We sold everything and we still lost Dad. And then broken, I almost lost my mum.
I hit Fund and I pay this family’s remaining funding request anonymously, to make the difference to their lives like I’d wished, every single day, for someone to do for mine.
I wipe the tears away and take a deep breath, closing the app.
I only allow myself to do this one story, one pledge at a time.
I take on too much of their pain, I share too much of it and grieve for myself and the family.
I know how my mind works, so I close down my phone before I take sight of anyone else on the app.
I won’t open it again until after my next job.
I throw my phone on the sofa next to me and look back up at my movie that I could reenact myself, word for word, judging by the amount of times I’ve watched it.
I am looking at the tv but I am unseeing.
I’m caught between the most painful time of my life and the now, the present.
I don’t know if it’s the most exciting time of my life, but it sure does feel unusual and exciting.
I don’t understand why Mack and now Rory are making their presence felt in my life, but I’m grateful for it.
Something needed to change, I just didn’t know what.
Was it work feeling blah or my personal life?
Or both? Or I don’t know… Maybe I need a holiday. Or an online Dom by the sounds of it.
Who are you Mack, what part do you play in my real life?
I must have seen you, met you, worked with you even.
But no one comes to mind. And without seeing his whole face, nothing is registering as familiar.
Not his body, his size, his voice, his eyes.
My mind travels over his jawline, down across his pecs and over his six pack to where the beautiful line of hair travels down under his track pants.
I picture him naked, stroking himself, the image feels blissfully etched into my mind’s eye.
But then Rory comes into view, all heat and passion and intoxicating pain.
He’d kept me unseeing all this time, keeping me at arm’s distance.
I never noticed his interest in me or felt like he was keeping that distance because he felt things for me.
I just knew I enjoyed him playing with my body, it always made me want to come back for more.
Was it him who made me come back for more or the way he touched and played with me?
I only seem to have an endless supply of questions, it’s driving me crazy.
But then I think back to a week ago and how woefully indifferent I was about everything.
Hovering through life, each day merging into the next.
I want the house, the dog, the family. I’m lonely.
I have been lonely. I miss having a relationship and sharing the day-to-day things.
I don’t miss Sam but I miss what he brought into my life.
I miss sharing it with someone who I trust and who I enjoy.
I smile at the revelation. I was lonely.
Despite my family, my colleagues, my friends.
I was missing something and Mack knew it before I did.
He must be someone close to me. I just have to play this game of his and hope he’s the prize at the end.
Maybe he needs to trust me before he can reveal himself.
Who knows. But sitting here late into the evening is not going to answer any of my questions.
I open my laptop and check my inbox to see the email I was expecting: Job: ACCEPTED.
Looks like Thursday will be another chance at some answers or maybe I just progress to the next level in this game of his.
I climb into bed with Rory’s scent over my unclean skin and go to sleep, running over every single second I spent with him today.
When I wake, I lay looking up at my ceiling as the memories from the day before float back into my mind.
They make me smile and want to get out of bed to see Mack.
I slide out of bed with more enthusiasm than I’ve felt in a while.
I use the bathroom, splash water on my face, take my pjs off and open my laptop.
I open the MaskedMack software and notice that the green light is on for Mack’s initials.
He’s there and waiting for me. I quickly lower the laptop screen as I lower to the floor so that I’m in the position Mack expects of me.
I look up at the screen and Mack fills up my vision.
“Good morning, Gorgeous,” Mack’s gravelly voice fills my room, setting off a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.
“Good morning, Master,” I purr back feeling playful and pleased to see him.
“Take me into the shower with you this morning, let me see how you clean your body and your hair. I want to watch how your fingers caress your body.” Mack’s voice is almost a whisper as if he’s muttering a prayer. I smile back coyly.
“Am I allowed to reciprocate and watch you in the shower?”
“In person. One day. With you beside me, wrapped around me.” His words are music to my ears. He does plan on dropping this game in our future. I will be able to touch him, kiss him, taste him and ride him. I can’t help the Cheshire Cat grin that spreads across my face.
“In person?”
“In person.”
“When?”
“When it’s time.”
“When is that time, can you give me a timeline?” I ask sweetly, adding extra sugar to my tone in the hope he gives me a hint.
“It’s time for your shower, gorgeous. Take me into your bathroom.”
I nod in defeat that question time is over.
I stand and pick up my laptop and walk into my ensuite.
I settle my laptop on the sink and position it to face my shower and click on the extractor fan.
I don’t know how much Mack will see with the steam but I’m ok to keep his eyes on me for as long as he’s willing to stay online.
I walk into my open shower, turn on the taps and stand out of the spray.
I peek my head from the side of the shower glass to see my shirtless Mack sitting forward, his elbows on his knees, watching with his teeth biting down on his lower lip.
I cheekily blow him a kiss which makes him smile and then I walk under spray.
I soap up my hands with shower gel and begin to circle them over my body, each movement more accentuated than usual.
I can feel Mack’s eyes on me even if I can’t see them.
Every swipe of the soap across my skin is for him, every stroke between my legs feels more sexual than any other time I’ve taken a shower alone.
My clit sparks for attention and I wish he was in here with me too.
I turn to let the spray coat my hair and run down my back and add shampoo to my hands that I run from scalp to tip.
I’ve sold my body many times, I’ve done things with strangers I could never tell the people in my real life about.
But I’ve never done things for a stranger who is not paying me money.
Yet Mack isn’t a stranger, he’s someone in my life, I know he is.
He knows me. I notice the glass panel has steamed up, so I wipe away at the condensation and stare back at my masked man who hasn’t moved a muscle.
He sits entranced by his view and that makes me swoon a little.
I turn off the taps, reach for a towel and wrap it around myself, wringing out my hair before stepping out of the shower onto my fluffy bath mat.
“Will you come join me soon?” I ask, letting my eyes speak the rest.
“Soon,” he croaks out. “No touching yourself today. Save your orgasms for me. Call me before you go to sleep tonight? 9pm?” This time he asks me, not commands me.
“I will look forward to it.”
“Enjoy your day, gorgeous.”
“You too, handsome,” I reply just before the screen goes blank. You know, as long distance relationships go, I’m enjoying this one.
Mack
I was so close to fucking this whole plan up to be near her, take the shower with her.
Watching her from here, from so fucking far away, was torturous and awe-inspiring.
To watch her lucious curves, the way she moved her body under the spray—I was fucking jealous of every drop of water that touched her body in the way I want to.
I squeeze my throbbing dick so hard, like I’m trying to throttle out my frustration.
I need to come so hard my balls are like rocks drawn up tight right now.
I didn’t want to feel like a horny teenager getting my dick out at every opportunity but, shit, next time I might just have to, because nothing is better than watching her eyes on me as I come for her.
I barely have to touch myself and relief pulses through me, drawing up through my balls and out my tip as hot ropes of come coat my wrist and hand.
At least it wasn’t in my pants this time.
Sophie, the things you do to me. I close my eyes and think about what I plan on doing with my playmate this evening.
She doesn’t have a job this evening, so tonight her untouched pussy is mine.
Member 669
I don’t know how Mack didn’t get his cock out because I couldn’t keep mine in my pants.
The minute I laid eyes on her, looking back at me in the camera, I was rock hard and throbbing for her.
Soon I’ll be inside her. Soon she’ll be wrapped around my cock and begging for more. She just doesn’t know it yet.