Misc. Erotica Sinful Seduction

The thought of asking for help reminded me of Alice, and I pulled out my phone and typed out a quick text message.

Me: ‘just got packages from your friend. Can I really go through with this?’

I set my phone down and hopped into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Not thinking she would be up or respond right away, I was surprised when the notification popped up on the screen of my phone.

Alice: ‘I don’t want to influence your decision one way or the other, just follow your heart but let your head guide you’

What the hell is that supposed to mean? I thought to myself.

Me: ‘you set me on this path Alice, you can’t just walk away. Am I going to hell if do this? Will I completely fuck up Mark and any hope of having a good relationship with him? Is money worth that?’

I wrote the large text out in a flurry, tears stinging my eyes by the end. Wiping my cheeks dry, I watched the messenger app, waiting for a response. The three little dots popped up several times, but infuriatingly they disappeared shortly after. Finally, a reply came through.

Alice: ‘I didn’t want to say anything that would influence you because of my own secret. Since I learned of it from my ex, I’ve been a customer of The Directors services…’

I stared at the message in disbelief, not sure what to think. After a few seconds, the three dots appeared again, and I waited a long time for her to finish and send it.

Alice: ‘I am not ashamed of my fetish, but I also have no desire to broadcast it. I can’t tell you what The Director has in store for you and Mark. If I reveal anything to you, I’ll be in breach of my user agreement and lose a seven-figure deposit. I can say this, I truly believe it’s the best thing for you and him at this difficult time; that it will help you both in different ways, as well as removing the burden of your debt. If my involvement as a spectator makes you uncomfortable, I can step out of your session. I’m sorry if this has upset you, Heather.’

I remembered the thrill I’d felt last night knowing I was being watched through the webcam. Imagining someone I knew on the other side, my beautiful and wicked friend, watching whatever sinful deeds I did and approving, or getting off on it. It should have made me uncomfortable but only increased the thrill and kinkiness of everything.

Me: I’m setting up the cameras, and you better be there. I’ll need someone to talk to about all this!’

Sending the text, I felt my crotch ache with desire. Ignoring the feeling, I hopped up and got to reading through the blueprints and instructions, trying to figure out what it was I needed to do first. I was still reading and taking notes, making myself a list of things to get done, when Mark dashed out of the house with a hasty ‘good morning’, as he stuffed a breakfast bar in his mouth.

Setting up the cameras was the easiest and most enjoyable part of it. It felt like a fun art project, placing each camera just so, making sure that the lighting and angle was good. At the same time, I moved the furniture, which wasn’t nearly as fun at first.

I began in Mark’s room, placing the camera’s quickly, wanting to get it done before there was a chance of him coming home and feeling nervous being in his space. The small cameras were the same color as the paint, and once they were pushed into the wall were nearly invisible. The heads were rounded fisheye like lenses and probably could see a broad view.

Once I was done with Mark’s room, I went out to the living room, working on the common areas first. When I set the two cameras that gave an angle on Mark’s computer chair and screen, I felt a twinge of guilt, but reassured myself with the fact that his face would be blurred, and name bleeped out.

The camera placement was challenging to figure out at first, but once I had the drawing lined up with the floorplan, it began to make sense. As I adjusted the furniture in the living room, pulling the couch at an angle so it would get the best lighting, I began to imagine what I might be asked to do on the couch.

As I worked, my mind spun up wild scenarios of me and my shy stepson on each of the pieces of furniture I repositioned. At first, the thoughts were uncomfortable, and I tried to find some peace with it. Then as the image of his massive tool slipped into my head, again and again, I grew more and more aroused. The boy might not be my idea of a real man, or at least from what I knew of him, he wasn’t, but what was hidden in his shorts, definitely was.

I paused at ten to make another cup of coffee and grab a quick bite. As the Keruig was filling the mug, I stared at the sliding glass doors. One of my biggest fantasies has always been to be taken up against a full window, either here or in a hotel. The thought of being take and used, while being on display and ogled was an incredible turn on.

What's going on with me? I thought to myself, I haven’t been this horny in years!

I gobbled my banana, eager to get back to work and have it done before Mark got home. Now that I was in a rhythm, the rest of the house went faster than the morning had. I was able to finish upstairs, except for my own room, before noon, and got the backyard situated.

Moving the pool, chairs, and tables proved to be the most annoying task. I usually have the pool guys, or the landscapers take care of those things, but I couldn’t afford to wait this time. The wooden furniture is of the highest quality, and I love the soft blue cushions I bought for them, but they are heavy as sin too.

I was sweating by the time I had the lounge chairs angled, just as the drawing indicated. Standing and catching my breath, I looked around the backyard and found I liked it better this way. Now when I laid out, my feet would be towards the sun instead of my head. Now situated across and below from Marks bedroom window.

There was still the server to figure out, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. My fears proved to be unfounded in the end. The detailed list of instructions was dummy-proof, thank god, and came complete with pictures and point-by-point steps that were easy to follow. Most of the work was automated somehow, within the server. I set it up in my bedroom closet, per the instructions, and waited as it connected to all the cameras, the red light turning blue, and then finally to green. With a sigh of relief, I sagged down to the floor of my closet.

It was four in the afternoon, and I’d been working steadily since early in the morning. I am in pretty good shape but moving furniture and climbing on ladders to place cameras in high corners had exercised muscles I rarely used.

Sitting there, I let myself relax, contemplating what the next steps might be. I was still so horny and glancing out to make sure my bedroom door was shut and locked. I slipped a hand into the waist of my yoga pants.

The moment I did, my phone chimed with a text notification. In annoyance, I glanced at it, surprised to see a strange international number. I didn’t recognize the country code, but the first few words displayed in the banner notification forced me to open it and read on.

This is The Director. After this message, our communication will happen securely. Download the below link.

Below the text was a lick to another strange website. Feeling nervous, I clicked it and found a strangely colored mirror of the app store with a page for a messaging app called xtaboox. I downloaded it, and by some miracle or crazy software, it popped up on my phone. When I opened it, I found a simple chat interface, all in black backgrounds with white text.

After a few seconds, a message popped up, and my heart began racing.

Instruction: tomorrow morning, a package will be delivered. You will put the garment on, and layout by the pool for no less than three hours between 11am and 3pm.

The next day was Saturday, and I knew Mark would be home, sitting in his room playing his games. A cold sweat popped out on my skin as I contemplated the next day, and my hand slipped back down between my legs.

Instruction: you will not masturbate until instructed to do so.

My heart went cold, and I glanced up at the camera in the ceiling of the closet. Licking my lips, I realized this was the new normal now. Not quite sure how I felt about it, I stood slowly. Finding it more challenging to push aside the desire than I’d imagined it would. Something about being told you can’t do something only makes you want it all the more.

The big brother aspect of this, both disturbed and titillated me. Cleaning up, I went downstairs to put dinner on. Trying to put the next day out of my thoughts and live in the moment, I pulled out a pan and got a chicken out to rest. I’d recently gotten into cooking, finding that when I put music on and lost myself in the process, I was able to push back the sadness of my life of the past few years.

Putting a few cups of rice in the rice-maker, I got a pot of water going to steam veggies later. The chicken, I pushed soft butter mixed with herbs and salt between the skin and its flesh, making sure to coat the whole bird. Then I cut a couple heads of garlic in half, stuffing some into the carcass, along with a halved lemon and half a stick of butter and whole sprigs of thyme.

While it roasted and the water simmered, I took a cold shower and spent a few extra minutes in front of my mirror. Over the past few weeks, I’d begun to ignore little things that I’d always taken so much pride in over the years. I spent time now doing my nails, giving myself a small manicure and painting them a pale pink that I knew matched my natural lip color perfectly. Then I plucked a few stray hairs from my eyebrows and went through the laborious process of putting on my lashes.

The act of taking back up my old habits had a calming and centering effect. Making myself desirable and seducing a man was a familiar and comfortable role for me, but I wasn’t the only participant in this little dance. I came to a decision, sitting there, staring at myself in front of the mirror. That no matter how much money was involved, I would put Mark’s desires ahead of my own. The boy had been through enough, and the last thing I wanted to do was screw him up any more. So, I would reserve the right to end this if I ever felt like that was the case.

Dressing in a comfortable but tight shirt, I put on a pair of yoga pants and went to finish off dinner. Mark was home and locked in his room, so I yelled up the stairs to get his attention.​