Later, as she tossed and turned trying to get to sleep, Sylvia wondered again how Violet managed to enjoy the rest of it. Submissives really were a different breed. Getting off from being on the receiving end of pain like they did? Would she ever understand it, or would it be as mysterious as her own lust to dish the pain out?
Oh god, she’d even fantasized about breast suspension again. Fucked up! She hugged her arms around her chest defensively, horrified by how much that must hurt. Probably best if that one stayed locked in the schlick-bank forever.
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Confidence is sexy.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Sylvia tried to persuade the butterflies fluttering around her stomach to quiet down, at least enough that she could keep her nerves off her face. They’d been good since talking with Emma, but they’d started flapping around again an hour ago.
It’s just Violet! Just think of it like the countless chats they’d already had, with the slight change of adding visuals and sexual tension. No problem!
Emma’s gift dress helped a lot in that department. It was mostly black with thin red patterns that got bolder towards the bottom and along the sleeves. She’d always liked the way it complimented her figure without being uncomfortably tight and form fitting, and if only it had any pockets at all, it would have been perfect. Maybe it was a little much for what would effectively be simply sitting at her computer, but fuck it. Appearances were important, especially for a first impression, and it made her feel appealing.
At least she wasn’t full-on panicking. Small victories. Just a bit of stage fright before opening night. That was normal, just take it one breath at a time. She knew what she was going to do, now she just needed to do it and be ready to adapt. Easy.
Violet’s icon appeared on Discord. Showtime.
Sylvia settled herself back in her desk chair, crossed one leg over the other and looked critically at her view in the camera. Not quite right… too much of her legs, not enough of her face. Quickly, she grabbed a book at random from her desk and set it under the camera to bring it up a few inches.
Perfect.
Of course, just as she sat back down and Violet joined the channel, Jane decided it was a time to make an appearance. She jumped right into Sylvia’s lap, all set and ready to curl up and take a nap, giving Sylvia a huge shock of surprise.
“Sorry, I’m a little late,” Violet said, breathlessly. “I got talked into staying a bit longer at work– Oh! Aww, that’s so cute! You must be Jane, I’ve heard so much about you!”
Sylvia managed to shift Jane from her lap onto the desk, only to find cat hair left behind on the dark front of her dress. Shit! “I take back all the good things I’ve said about her,” Sylvia said, shooting the cat a venomous look and trying to surreptitiously brush herself off. “She’s a terrible roommate and she’s got no sense of boundaries or timing.”
“She’s adorable,” Violet laughed. “I love the little stripe of color around her neck. It looks like she’s wearing a scarf.”
“Don’t stroke her ego too much, she’s already more than vain enough.” Sylvia took a deep breath. Barely 20 seconds in, and already not going anything like what she’d thought. “Did you just get home?” She asked, finally taking Violet’s appearance in.
She sat on a thick looking carpet with her legs crossed, looking up at her camera that she’d set up like Sylvia had described, leaning back a bit with her arms propped behind her. She still wore the black scrubs that made up her nursing work uniform.
“Yeah, sorry again.”
“Don’t be! It’s no problem, do you wanna get comfortable?”
Violet grinned, “I was actually going to ask if you wanted to pick my outfit for me, Domina.”
“You are a teasy little minx!” Sylvia grinned back, more than a little ironically, happy she’d scrapped creating a rigid plan. No plan survives first contact with the enemy, best just to embrace the chaos of the world. “I did tell you this was going to be pretty low-key, right?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you something to look at, right?” Violet gave her camera an appreciative smirk. “Like you’ve done for me.”
Warmth spread through Sylvia. Goddamnit, she did look good! “Oh, fucking twist my arm, why don’t ya,” she said.
“Great!” Violet quickly reached off camera and dragged a bag into view. “I’ve got three choices–”
“You had them right there!” Sylvia laughed.
“Of course! I got it ready yesterday when I changed my monitors and camera for this.”
“What would you have said if I decided you’re sexy in your scrubs?”
Violet rubbed her chin, making a fake thoughtful expression. “You mean after I’d made a joke about your newly revealed nurse fetish?”
“Naturally.”
“Then I’d just say Yes Domina.”
She meant it. She set the bag of clothes aside, seeming perfectly happy to abandon her own preparations for whatever Sylvia wanted.
Excited chills rushed through Sylvia’s body. It was a small thing, but even so, it made it feel real. Even as they bantered and teased each other, Violet really would do what she said. The camera perspectives were working too, with just a little bit of imagination, Sylvia could feel like she was towering above Violet.
Add enough small things together, eventually you get something big.
“Tempting as your fashion show is… especially the parts between outfits,” Sylvia said, unconsciously squeezing her thighs together as the image of Violet undressing crossed her mind’s eye. “The game we’re playing tonight will be easier if I’m not too distracted.”
“So you’re saying–” Violet deliberately traced her fingertips around her chest, lingering seductively over her breasts “–that distracting you is the key to victory?”
Even completely covered in the plain black of her scrubs, she was still sexy. “You don’t even know what we’re playing yet!”
“Seems like a good strategy for any game.”
“Honestly, you’re not wrong,” Sylvia laughed, then shifted, leaning forward. She rested her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands in a way that brought her smile close to the camera and simultaneously showed off her cleavage. Wait for it. Wait for it… there! Even through their cameras, Violet’s eyes made a telltale dart downward. “Except that I get to make up the rules, and one of them is that you have to pretend to be a respectable young lady.”
“Hey! What do you mean pretend to be!?!”
Sylvia grinned and continued over Violet’s objection. “The game is we’re both going to take the bdsm test together and try to guess each other’s responses to each question.”
“Oh fun! What do I get when I win?”
“Hey! What do you mean when,” Sylvia said, mimicking Violet’s feigned outraged voice from a moment before.
“Which one are you looking at? BDSM test dot org?”
“Yeah. It’ll be easier if we use one together, give me a sec, I’ll share my screen.”
Sylvia quickly set it up, but while she worked, she stole glances back at Violet. Something about her expression didn’t quite add up with her banter. She looked… proud? Approving? Like, despite her eagerness to get kinky, she liked where Sylvia’s head was at? Or was Sylvia just being crazy, reading too much into nothing on the first time adding visuals to their typical chats?