Mastering Emma – Part 3
Emma has to masturbate in a café, in front of an unsuspecting person.
I knew that one day, I would have to meet Emma and congratulate her on being a wonderful, yet virtual, submissive. I pondered that very thought. I smiled at myself by knowing that I had one, very major advantage. If we ever did meet, Emma would probably not recognise me unless I wore a silly red rose, or something equally banal. Still, the logistics of that meeting were far, far away, and probably firmly entrenched in the...