True to her word, Katie would call me every 2 or 3 days, and we shared some extremely erotic moments over video. It was obvious that she was tremendously aroused by what she called ‘remote control’. She would direct me, and control me in all sorts of strange ways. I didn’t understand it all, but it obviously pleased her, and to tell the truth, I found it to be exhilarating as well. I always wondered what she would demand of me on our next call.

One night, for instance, she made me bring myself to orgasm just by touching my nipples. She had left me hanging for three days without an orgasm that time and I was about to go crazy. It took quite a bit of effort, but it was a really unique feeling. When I was just about to go over the edge, she told me to “grab that snake, and milk it.” It was the most intense thing I’d ever felt.

Of course, her ever-present filthy monologue helped a lot. Her voice during those speeches had taken on a silky, gentle quality that I just had to listen to. I had gotten to the point where I didn’t really hear her individual words anymore. It sort of seeped directly into my brain, bypassing my conscious mind. I longed to hear that velvety voice, telling me such nasty things.

More and more, she was emphasizing a practice she called ‘edging’, where she would direct me to keep myself on the edge of an orgasm for extended periods of time. Every time I’d get close, she’d tell me stop, and then let me start up again. She said that when we finally got together, I’d be able to last longer, and keep fucking her all night. That seemed like a very worthy goal to me.

I also noticed that she had started changing the way she referred to me in these calls. When we started, she would call me sweetheart, or baby, or any number of other affectionate terms. Lately she’d begun calling me ‘puppy’ more and more often. I asked her why, and she said, “Well, you’ve got such adorable eyes, you’re always so obedient, and let’s face it, honey - you’re my Good Boy.”

She had giggled about that, and as in most things related to Katie, I just agreed to go with it. Honestly, I would have done just about anything at that point. I was so completely enamored of her.

For some reason, I felt a shiver every time she called me Puppy, or Good Boy now. I had no idea why, but I really loved hearing it. It was like sipping hot cocoa. It made me warm and happy.

Things kept proceeding in that direction, but one night I received an unexpected message from her. It simply said, “Jim. Help me. I need you now.” Her address soon followed.

I couldn’t believe my time had finally come. I was going to be able to see her in person, kiss her, touch her, and do everything I’d wanted to do for weeks.

But I was wrong. The night was not what I expected at all.

It turned out that she lived a short distance away. I was there in fifteen minutes. It was a simple, single story Spanish ranch home in a quiet suburb. I rang her doorbell a little after 8 o’clock, and after a moment the door opened to reveal my beautiful girl. Only she wasn’t beautiful. In fact, she was a total mess. She wore sweatpants and a dirty T-shirt. Her hair was frazzled and uncombed, and she had obviously been crying. A lot. Traces of mascara and other gunk were all over her face. A wine bottle sat on the table, with very little wine left in it.

She let me in, and immediately buried her face in my chest and began sobbing. This lovely woman, who was usually so strong, held onto me like she was drowning. I could feel her body shudder while she cried.

I led her to the sofa, sat down with her, and after a few hugs, asked what was wrong.

“I just can’t take it anymore,” she cried. “They all want so much from me. I just can’t do it.”

“Who?” I asked. “What do they want from you?” Whoever had done this to her was on my shit list. I needed names.

She paused for a bit, gathering herself. “It’s my clients. They expect so much. I’m supposed to take these needy little bitches and make them look like movie stars. I work for hours on some of them, and I make them look so good. Then they look in the mirror and are disappointed with what they see.” She balled up her fist, and gently smacked me in the chest. “I’m not a goddamned miracle worker, Jim! I can only do so much.”

She went through another ragged burst of tears, but that soon started to slow down. I think she’d spent a lot of her energy before I arrived. I wondered how long she’d been like this before she asked for help.

I took the opportunity to give her a little kiss on the forehead, and made some soothing noises. I did everything I could think of to calm her down. I stroked her hair, and her back. Nice long, slow strokes. It seemed the best way to soothe a thoroughbred like Katie.

I squeezed her gently. She was still crying now and then, but it seemed like the bulk of the storm had passed. I was just catching the trailing edge of the hurricane.

“Did something bad happen today?”

“Oh, just the usual daily helping of shit. Today some bridezilla came in to see the makeup design I had created for her. I don’t mean to body shame anyone, but she was very overweight, with a pudgy round face. She looked at my proposed design, and said, ‘I asked you to make me look like Taylor Swift.'”

She actually laughed a little at that point. And snorted. It was adorable, but I didn’t quite understand the humor.

She explained, “You know what Taylor looks like? She’s a tall, thin girl with a longish face. She’s got a very distinct look, but the makeup that looks right for her is never, ever going to look right on a short, fat girl with a round face.”

“Oh – I think I understand what you mean,” I said. “The makeup has to take account for the geometry of the face.”

“Yes – that’s it exactly. But there’s a lot more to it. If you look at any gorgeous movie star or pop star, you’re usually just looking at an average girl that’s been given a really good makeup design. One that accentuates her strengths, and covers up her weaknesses. Marilyn Monroe used to just walk around New York without her makeup, and nobody gave her a second glance. She was pretty, but people recognized her makeup, not her face. But if you put that makeup on me, it wouldn't be the same at all. You can’t just take one girl’s makeup, and slap it on some other girl’s face. It just doesn’t work.”

“Ah, I see what you mean. To tell you the truth, I don’t think I understood what you did for a living before this, but I think I’m getting an idea of it. You had to take this bridezilla’s face, and figure out some way to hide the bad parts of it, and accentuate the good parts.”

“Exactly. And believe me when I tell you, this girl had a lot of bad parts to hide. I’ve seen jack-o-lanterns with better bone structure. I worked on her design until 1 AM last night. I was so fucking tired when I finished, but I was sure she would be pleased. Then she came in to see my work. Was she pleased? Fuck no! She still wants to look like someone she’s not. If I put Taylor’s makeup on her, she’ll look like a fucking circus clown.”

She started laughing at that. Not good laughter. Hysterical laughter. I was really worried about her. She was clearly exhausted. Completely spent. She paused a minute, still recovering from her earlier outburst. I could feel her body shaking occasionally.

“So, I tried very gently to explain all of this to her. She listened carefully for a while, and then she got mad, and said, ‘But I want to look like Tay Tay.’ Then she and her fat-ass cunt of a mother stormed out of the office, bitching and moaning. They’ve already left negative reviews on 3 social media sites.”

I hugged her more tightly, and gave her a few gentle kisses on her cheek. I could taste the salt from her tears, and it took all of my will power to stop myself from going further. I ached to go further. “I understand sweetheart. You know, she’s just one stupid girl, and you did what you could for her. You can make these girls prettier, but you can’t make them smarter. In my expert opinion, if she doesn’t appreciate your help, then she can just go fuck right off. Give me her phone number, and I’ll be glad to tell her and her mother to do so.”

She giggled. It was nice to hear.

I held her and petted her a little more and said, “You know, honey, I don’t think that girl is really the problem. I think the real problem is that you’ve been dealing with this sort of stress for weeks now, and you haven’t been getting enough sleep. Your reserves are all dried up and your strength is gone. There’s only one way to fix this. Where’s your bed?”

She pulled back from me and said, “I’m sorry, but I really don’t want sex tonight, honey.”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed and said, “Well, nobody offered. Frankly, my darling girl, you’re not looking too fetching right now. I’m afraid you’ve got a little snot bubble thing going on, so um... no thanks.”

She giggled again, and asked me to get her a tissue.

“So, listen up. You called me over here. You wanted my help, and you’re going to get it. For tonight, I’m in charge and you’re going to do what I say. You will not give me any lip. Do you understand?”

She was a bit shocked by my forcefulness, but nodded. “Okay.”

Now, where’s your bed?”

She sniffled a bit, and pointed to the hallway. “It’s the room on the end.”

“Alright. Here’s another tissue. Wipe your tears away, and for heaven’s sake, blow your nose.”

When she was finished, I put my hand on her chin, and lifted her face towards me. I kissed her gently on those beautiful lips, and said, “Listen to me. It’s going to be okay. You are strong, and you’re talented, and we’re not going to let some little pug-faced bitch take you down. Do you understand?”

I saw her smile a bit at that. She answered in a meek voice I’d never heard her use before. “I understand, sweetheart.”

I scooped her up in my arms, and took her to her bed. I laid her down and pulled the comforter up to cover her. “You wait right here.”

I returned with a glass of ice water, and made her take a nice long drink.

Afterward, I went into the bathroom and found something marked “makeup remover wipes.” I took some and cleaned her face thoroughly. Next I brushed her hair. She seemed to revel in that experience, so I took my time with it. Then I went back and found a washcloth. I ran hot water over it until it was steaming. I used that warm cloth to gently dab her cheeks, forehead, and chin. I took my time with it. I could see her starting to relax.

She smiled at me. “It’s so nice having someone pamper me for a change. Thanks, honey. I’m starting to feel a lot better now.”

She seemed to relish the warmth of the cloth on her face, so I went back in and warmed it up again for her. Then I told her to close her eyes. I draped it over her lovely face, and let the warmth soak in.

When she was done I dried her, and kissed her gently. She gave me a really lovely smile. She was looking a bit more like the Katie I loved.

I cleaned everything up, and came back, and stood beside the bed. “Do you need anything else before I leave, sweetheart?”

She looked at me a little sheepishly. “Would you mind staying over? I don’t really understand why, but I’m feeling sort of scared. Having you near is really helping me. You make me feel safe, honey.”

"Of course I will. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”

I started to go to the other side of the bed, but she said, “Please wait. I think there’s something we need to do first.”

"What’s on your mind?”

"I’m having really strong feelings about you. I want you, and I know you want me. If you get in bed right now, we’re absolutely going to end up fucking, and I’m just not ready for that tonight. I want it, just not tonight. I’m just feeling much too vulnerable and tired. When we make love, I want it to be special. I want to give you 100% of myself. I want it to mean something.”

“Well, I guess I see what you mean. What would you like to do?”

“I think we should do what we’ve done on our video chats. Just a little closer this time. Would that be ok with you?”

I smiled at her and said, “Sure, baby. What Katie wants, Katie gets.” I took off my clothes, while she watched.

She soon wriggled out of her own sweats and T-shirt, and I stood there gazing at her perfect body. I wanted her so badly I ached. She positioned the comforter so I could see her lovely breasts, but everything below the waist remained hidden. I think she was trying to remove some temptation. That was a very wise move on her part, ‘cuz I was certainly tempted.

She gestured to some hand lotion on her nightstand. “Go ahead, baby. You know what I want you to do.”

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the vibrator I’d seen her use on our chat sessions. She slid it down beneath the comforter, and began working on her pussy. Meanwhile, I started taking care of my own needs.

"Your cock is so beautiful up close like this, honey. It’s so big and hard. Can you please do something kinky for me tonight?”

"Of course. Your wish is my command.”

“You've been so strong and protective tonight. I need to feel owned by you. I want you to mark your property. I want you to cover my breasts in your cum. I want you to spray me, and when you’re done, I want you to spread it everywhere. Paint me with it. Wait til I’m right on the edge though. When I tell you to, cover me in your hot load. Can you do that?”

As she said it, the desire in her voice increased to a fever pitch. I was only too happy to oblige.

"I’d love to do that, baby. I want to own you. I wish I could cover your whole body with it. You just tell me when.”

In the meantime, I took a chance, and reached out and began caressing her breasts. Her nipples were so erect and beautiful. She didn’t object, so I tried to imitate the things I’d see her do on our calls. Caressing, pinching, pulling. She responded beautifully. The lovely erotic sounds she made began rising to higher and higher levels of ecstasy.

Before I knew it, she looked at me and said, “Now, sweetheart, claim your property!”

That was all it took. Ropes of cum shot out all over her. Then I did as she asked, gently massaging her breasts, and spreading it everywhere. As I did that, her orgasm hit her. She positively glowed afterward.

"Oh Jim. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good. That was incredible! Thanks for taking care of me tonight, and playing along with my weird ideas. It's so nice that you don't judge me.”

“Katie, you know how I feel. I love you, and I’m just so happy to be with you tonight. And it was good for me too, baby.”

She patted the bed beside her. “Get in here now, honey, before I make you lick your goo off my tits.”

I laughed. There was no end to her kinkiness. What she’d mentioned was kind of repulsive, but I was pretty sure I'd have done it if she’d asked me to. I'd have done anything for her. I went to the other side of the bed and climbed in beside her.

I put my arms around her and kissed her, softly but very deeply. I made it last for a long time. She gave a long contended sigh.

“Listen to me, Katie darling. You’ve had a pretty tough day. You need to rest now. Just relax. I know you always like to be strong, but let me be strong for you tonight. Just put your head on my shoulder, and let me protect you and take care of you.”

She waited a moment, as if she was confused by the whole notion. But then she did exactly as I’d asked. I put my arm around her and held her close. She put her head on my shoulder, and laid her arm over my chest. She snuggled in tightly and fell asleep almost at once.

She snored a little, and that made me smile. She was always so elegant and formidable, and the silly little noises she made in her sleep made me love her all the more. I lay there the rest of the night. I soon had another massive erection, but found enough willpower to keep it to myself. I longed to get on top of her and fuck her. I didn't even think she'd put up much of a fight, but I knew she didn't want that. I loved her, and I wanted to respect her wishes. So I just spent the night loving her and watching over her.

I woke up the next morning a bit confused. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and what had happened the night before.

I looked at the bedside alarm clock and found that it was already 9:30. I was usually up by 7, but last night had been a lot to deal with.

I had been genuinely worried about Katie. I stayed awake until at least 2 to make sure she was okay. To see someone with her strength and willpower reduced to that state had been troubling. Hopefully I had given her what she needed. I couldn’t really be sure.

I got up and looked for her, but she was long gone. Off to deal with more bridezillas, no doubt.

After a few moments, I noticed a message from Katie on my phone. It said, “I will never forget what you did you for me last night. You are my strength, darling, and I love you with all my heart.”

In all of our chats and calls, Katie had never actually told me she loved me. She was so fiercely strong and independent. I think the idea of really loving someone frightened her a little. For her to put her heart on the table like that must have scared the hell out of her. I re-read that message a dozen times, basking in this small victory.

Some men might have broken down and cried at a moment like that. I’m not ashamed to say I certainly did.

I took a deep breath and got myself in order. I texted her back.

“My darling – being allowed to comfort you and take care of you last night was the greatest honor I’ve ever been given.“

“I will give you all the strength I have. Always.”

“I will be here to shelter you. Always.”

“I will love you. Always.”

I walked into the kitchen, and found that she had left me a small stack of pancakes for breakfast. There was a note that said “This is a small repayment for your kindness. There are some scrambled eggs and some juice in the fridge. Help yourself. Love, Katie.”

It occurred to me that I was starving. I got busy with the microwave and gobbled them down. I cleaned up the dishes and wondered what to do next, but in the end I knew there was only one thing to do. I needed to go home.

I have to admit I was tempted to stay. I wanted so much to be there when she came home, but I knew the invitation had been temporary. She had a plan and I felt lucky to be part of it. Last night was an emergency she had never anticipated. If I was here to greet her when she came home, she might be glad to see me, but it would probably be awkward. It might even be destructive to what we were building together. So, I regretfully found my wallet and keys, and drove back home. It was a very difficult thing to do.