[M4F] I Shouldn't Have Ghosted My Online Dominatrix

"Such a bad pet…!"

I woke up with a jolt, my eyes opening wide. It was the latest nightmare in a series of light-sleep nights. Hazy vignettes of submission, servitude, adoration, worship. I thought I'd get over it all when I broke it off with you, but I couldn't be more wrong. It only got worse.

My spouse stirred beside me, snuggling into her blanket. I sank back into the mattress with a sigh, noticing the tent in my boxers before closing my eyes, trying desperately to get some sleep before the next workday.

About a year ago, I got curious. A little bored. A little adventurous. Fatigued from the monochrome, monotone existence of the picket-fence life, or just life. I started browsing online in one of those sex clips stores, just to see what makes people tick and excited enough to actually pay for porn. Some of them were too niche for me, balloon popping and pedal pressing and something called vore and whatnot. Some models weren't exactly my type. But then I came across your store. Your cover picture was flattering, a devious smirk on your lips, inviting one to get in trouble. Your femdom clips… Wow. The free 10-30 second previews were incredible, with thought put into every frame and movement. I've never seen anything like it. After 10 minutes of browsing your store I got so fucking hard I pulled my cock out and came in just a minute or two. Humiliation, pain play, teasing, JOIs, POVs, costumes, blackmail… This buffet of depravity was open and oh so inviting, arousing my curiosity about kinks and fetishes I've never even thought of before. The cream of the crop seemed to be your hypnosis videos. Some of them did look kinda campy, spirals and dangling watches and pendants and all that, but your voice in the previews seemed to give them a tantalizing quality I did not expect.

You brought something in me to light. A dormant side of me I didn't knew I had. I decided I'm gonna splurge on a modest collection from your store. Just a handful of clips can't hurt. I shared a bank account with my spouse, so I sent you a message asking if I could buy you gift cards in exchange for clips. That way, I could tell her these were just gifts for co-workers.

And so, our correspondence began. Months and months of steaming hot chats, Domme GFE sessions, custom videos & audios, listening to your hypnosis audios on a bench in the park where I was supposed to jog. I kept coming up with excuses for more giftcards ("Didn't I tell you, honey? Amanda from HR is having a baby!"). Sometimes, after several of hours of excruciating PowerPoint work, I'd sneak to the work bathroom, swipe through one of the photo sets I bought, and spray cum all over the stall. The risk of getting caught or getting a nasty cumstain on my clothes only made it hotter for me, somehow... And let me tell you, there was more than one close call. Basically, you were on my mind almost 24/7.

One day I decided to walk away. Yeah, it's a little weird describing it like that, as we've never actually met, but it felt like we really got to know each other. I came to my senses, in a way. I felt this isn't healthy, this isn't right. I have a relationship, a career, a life I should keep focus on... You're a liability I can't afford.

I blocked you on all platforms we've chatted in, deleted the Amazon account I used for gift cards and archived every chat. Going Cold Turkey should be the way to go with this. Shouldn't be a problem, right? Just move on.

I did bother to send you a brief message, with a lighthearted apology and a messy excuse.

I thought I got back on track. But the nightmares brought me back into your world, and It felt more vivid and visceral than ever. I dreamt about actually meeting you. Being edged mercilessly in your dungeon/boudoir/studio. Serving between your thighs with nothing but a pink, punishing chastity cage on my cock. Licking your boots. Scolded with a spanking, squirming in your lap.

So imagine the look on my face when I find out you inserted yourself into my life. When my gaze meets yours, with you standing before me in the flesh. It's like I've seen a ghost.

So, you know the shtick. Man in a relationsip makes the mistake of starting an online correspondence with a domme, but the guilt (and the spending) drives him to try and reinvigoriate his marriage, his SO unaware of it all. But just when he thought he was out, The domme pulls him back in. I think we can have a lot fun with cheating, hypnosis, lesbian cuckolding (if you're into that), plenty of femdom action etc. I'm pretty flexible when it comes to femdom kinks, so please share your own and enquire!

The setting for the domme's appearance is also up for discussion. Maybe it's a professor/student relationship in college? SO's fitness instructor or new friend? A new neighbor? Something else? Let's discuss.

I'd love to know about your ideas for this, about your character and everything else that comes to mind. So, please read through my DPP profile.

Let's chat before we move to Discord!I'm new to roleplaying on that platform, but I'm willing to learn and adapt. Other options could be e-mail or Gdocs.*

In any case, I hope you have a great day!