Discord Pt. 01 by Lydra,Lydra

That would have to be the plan. Instead of playing, she’d have to talk to Violet and really figure it all out with her.

Play time would have to wait.

“God damn it…” Sylvia muttered, then quickly glanced around the office again, relieved it was still empty and nobody’d caught her talking to herself.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure whether she should feel disappointed or not. At least this was a plan, which was more than she’d had before. It’d be much easier to talk with Violet than trying to mutate omniscient mind reading powers overnight. It would probably be really similar to their chats already, just a bit more focused on understanding what made Violet tick and not Violet coaching her through Juno.

It was good and all, except she was fucking horny! After so many nights of edging while dreaming of squeezing Violet’s nipples while Violet sucked on her clit, was it so bad to hope this would be easy? That she could just make Violet dance to her whims while she got herself off again and again?

Of course it was fine — for everybody else. Sylvia didn’t want to be just anybody, she wanted to be a dominant. Somebody powerful and in control enough to be worthy of Violet. If that meant she had to work harder, learn more and be better disciplined before getting her explosive orgasm, so be it!

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“Remind me, you’re supposed to be the dominant one, right?”

“Yeah?”

“And she asked you out?”

Sylvia smiled at the incredulity in her sister’s voice. Emma tried to be understanding, but she was about as straight as it was possible to be. “Way to play into stereotypes, bitch.”

“And this is one of your online sex friends? You’ve been talking to her for how long?”

“Two or three months or something? I don’t know, it’s been a lot more in the last month.”

“So three months of constantly talking about sex, and you still don’t know what turns her on?”

“Believe it or not, sis, there’s more to sex than laying back in missionary and getting fucked,” Sylvia said, teasing Emma about her lame favorite position.

“So much more that it’s taking you longer than three months to scratch the surface, bro?” Emma teased her right back. She’d been calling her bro for years because of Sylvia’s pixie cut, small boobs, habit of wearing cargo shorts, and attraction to women. Part of her felt like she was supposed to be offended, but Emma never shied away from being supportive of Sylvia’s lesbian crushes and kinky dreams, so the other part of her that thought it was funny won out.

“Um — double standards much? How long did you cock tease Andy before you finally got him laid?”

“That’s not the same at all!”

“And what was it you were telling me about blowjobs? There’s so much more to it than just getting it in your mouth and sucking?”

“There is!”

“Well, if your easy basic vanilla shit has some depth to it, cut me some slack!”

“Whatever, dude,” Emma chuckled while she finished adjusting her camera on the desk above her. “How’s this for ya?”

Sylvia had been thinking about ways to get some kind of middle ground. Some kind of kinky feeling while she and Violet talked. Emma was testing one with her. They’d set up their webcams so Emma — playing Violet’s part — sat on the floor with her camera above her while Sylvia was at her home desk chair with her camera angled upwards from below. Sylvia hoped it would feel like she was physically higher, despite not being in the same room together.

It took a bit of effort moving monitors and wires around, but it mostly worked! At least, it worked after Jane lost interest in the new setup and found somewhere else to lounge than right in front of the camera. Sylvia had tossed treats to lure her away, and Jane had given her a look that seemed to say, “I know exactly what you’re doing, and I’m only going to go eat that treat because I want it, not because you want me to move”. Which, of course, had made Emma crack up, insisting that the cat was exactly like her owner.

“This is great! How does it feel to you?”

“Like I’m a perfect submissive little slut,” Emma said. “Are you going to have her kneel too?” She adjusted her legs underneath her, folding her hands in her lap and looking up with big innocent puppy dog eyes. It was pretty much the same look she’d used as a kid to try to get stuff from their mom, and she could only hold it for a few seconds before both the sisters burst out laughing.

“Probably not. It’d be hot, but it’s a bit hard on the legs after a while, and we’re mostly just going to be talking.”

“Like you’ve been doing for months already? Don’t you think she might have asked for more with you because she wants to do more than just talk?”

“I — uh –” It seemed obvious when Emma put it bluntly like that. “I’ve actually sort of been agonizing over that since she asked. I don’t know if she expects me to take things slow and she’ll be disappointed if I try to dive right into sex, or if she wants to dive into sex and will be annoyed by delaying stuff, or what! I guess I’m going for a middle ground with the cameras and stuff while I try to figure it out, and–”

“Hey!” Sensing her sister’s babbling surge of nerves, Emma’s face lost all the tease in it and radiated supportive concern. “Don’t worry! You know why she asked you out, right?”

That didn’t help at all! “Um — actually, I have no idea. I mean, I guess she said she liked something I’m doing, but she’s miles more experienced in the scene than me. She could have basically anybody she wanted, and–”

“She likes you!” Emma said, forcefully. “And don’t give me any crap like she’s keeping track of years in the field or whatever resume bullshit. She keeps reaching out to you because she likes you, and because she thinks you’re worth her time.”

So like Emma, always her fiercest advocate. “You really think so?”

“Yep. And think about it, are you sure your inexperience is a bad thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Positive?”

“You’re going to try telling me it isn’t?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure, but it might be good.” She trailed off and looked offscreen thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s like what I go through with boys who think they can eat pussy. Whenever I get one who claims they’re amazing at it, it’s like, greaaaat,” Emma drew out the word, dripping sarcasm. “Now I need to make him unlearn all the stuff his ex-girlfriends liked, because I like different spots, all while pretending he’s doing fine so I don’t bruise his fragile ego.”

Violet had mentioned a few times how she had a bunch of ex-mistresses, but Sylvia had never felt comfortable asking why they’d broken up. Maybe that fit. “Interesting idea,” she murmured, biting her lip and thinking hard.

“Yeah, like, it’s actually easier when I’m with somebody who’s new but wants to learn. You’d know better than me, but I gotta imagine there’s a ton of bad dom habits submissives hate. A blank canvas is a lot easier to work with than one somebody has already drawn something ugly all over, yaknow?”

“That makes a bit of sense,” Sylvia nodded, still lost in thought. Say Emma was right — Violet thought she was worth the time investment and she was after a blank slate, didn’t that mean she was after something more long term than a bit of online play? That wasn’t just wishful thinking, right?

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