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Private message from platinum member Christian G.
CHAPTER7
Christian
How could I resist? I had never seen a girl come during her intimate photoshoot before. Something about the way Leah had, as the photographer had put it,told the storyof her obvious awakening to her submissive needs… it mademefeel like I could play a role in that story.
It also had gotten me as hard as a rock, watching the photoshoot from the comfort of my office. Though I had enjoyed myself during my eleven months as a platinum member of Selecta Arrangements, my interest had started to flag when I hadn’t had the time even to date, let alone to find new girls to date—and let even further alone to develop the kind of mutually rewarding Dominant-and-submissive relationship I had really wanted, when I had paid the five hundred thousand dollar membership fee.
Hoped for, more like,I thought as I looked at my phone, searching for the words to send to Leah that might express the effect her intimate photo session had had on me—as well as to make it clear that I could help her feel the reality behind the fantasy she had just climaxed to.
Hi Leah!I typed.Welcome to LA. I’m wondering whether…
An alert popped up on the SA app.
Leah R, a platinum-level associate member you may be interested in, has a new analysis available.
I tapped the notification. I had seen that Selecta made analyses of the platinum-level girls available, but I’d only ever taken a quick look: the density of the data seemed fascinating, but I just hadn’t had the time to dive in. I also hadn’t had any trouble finding girls to date without the help of a bunch of numbers.
Leah, though, seemed to present a completely different sort of proposition. Her analysis came up, with the titleLeah R’s submissive sexuality (updated as of her intimate photo session), complete with charts and a lengthy narrative. I supposed it could only have come from an artificial intelligence, given how quickly it had appeared.
I shook my head in wonder, as I had often done before, at Selecta’s capacity for joining technology with dominant sexuality. The report began with an executive summary that told me a great deal of what I needed to know—but at the same time piqued my interest in reading further, not to mention my interest in providing Leah with the discipline she so clearly needed.
Leah R is an attractive nineteen-year-old submissive young woman. She is a virgin, and has just begun to explore her sexuality. Despite her inexperience, our analysis of her biometric data shows that she will need intensive domination to achieve her body’s full potential for pleasure and her mind and heart’s potential for self-aware development. We recommend that prospective sponsors be prepared to employ severe disciplinary techniques in training her, including intensive vulval discipline.
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Leah
Hi Leah! Welcome to LA. I’m wondering whether you might like to take a look at my profile and maybe get together for a drink, to see if we’re compatible. Cheers, Christian.
The message seemed so very innocuous, so very far from what Mary’s story put in my head. Next to the words was a thumbnail picture: a smiling Latino face.
Agorgeous, smiling Latino face,I couldn’t help noting.With a very expensive-looking haircut and the collar of what looks like a silk shirt.
I tapped the photo before I could even think about it, simply wanting to see the tiny avatar pic at a larger size and a higher resolution.
Christian G.Even more handsome—almost distressingly handsome, to a girl whose sexual needs had just been brought so embarrassingly to her attention—in the full-size version of the profile photo. Dark eyes, strong chin with a beard so neatly trimmed it seemed painted on. Wavy hair down to the back of his neck.
A smile that hid something much deeper and much more serious, it looked like to me anyway.
I work in the movie business, like every other guy whose profile you’re looking at, probably. I guess the difference is that I know how to get things done, and I only work with people I can motivate to share that mindset. That probably sounds really arrogant, and I suppose that’s fair. But… you know… fuck around and find out.
I swallowed hard. Something about the final sentence, with the f-word—my Midwestern upbringing made sure I couldn’t keep myself from thinking of it that way—had sent a shiver down my spine. Worse, the shiver had gone straight to my pussy. I had never in my life until that moment experienced what I’d heard other girls call a clench, down there, and I’d always wondered what it felt like. Suddenly, to my distress, I knew.
The memory of the photoshoot, and Mary’s ‘story,’ flooded back into my mind. My whole upper body seemed to heat up to the boiling point as I thought about Christian G looking at those pictures. But he couldn’t have, could he? I had to choose the ones I would put on my profile, right?
Then I noticed, down at the bottom of the profile, a section titledYou and Christian G.The first thing in that section wasChristian G sent you a private message, but under it I read, openmouthed and wide-eyed,Christian G watched your intimate photo session.
I put the phone down as if it had bitten me. I drew ragged breaths, in and out, trying to make my thoughts put themselves into some kind of comprehensible order. My heart had sped up to what felt like three hundred beats a minute.
How? How could… what… had I signed up… Christian G—gorgeous, and… and he sent me a PM after… how had… hesawme doing…
I left my phone there, on the bathroom counter, and I tried to go through the motions of a normal morning routine: hair, face, reasonably compatible outfit. I did everything in my power to avoid thinking that I was getting ready to meet the man who had apparently watched me play with myself for the camera.
He saw me. He saw me come, for the first time.
Had he heard me tell Mary that I didn’t masturbate? A new wave of heat went to my cheeks, at the idea that Christian G had known—that he had understood he was seeing the girl who had taken her panties down have her very first climax.
