When I awoke the next morning, I couldn't help but reflect on the prior night's events. I didn't begin the day thinking I would spend the evening stripping down and stroking my cock under the direction of a strange and anonymous woman while she watched me over my webcam. And yet here we are.
You can imagine my emotional state. The prior day had the makings of being a normal one. I got up in the morning, worked out, showered, and commuted downtown to the office. I came home, ate something, changed, and got ready for bed. Same as always. Sure, I had that profile on the alternative meeting dating site, but I was not proactively searching for anyone, and I hadn't had a connection request.
Suddenly my world changed. A connection request from a strange and faceless woman. A demand that I strip, model, and masturbate for her amusement. And a very sudden end to the evening.
It is hard to explain the hold she had on me. No one MADE me do those things. But I felt so compelled to do them, and I really didn't know why. And once I was done she just left without a word. It was all very strange and unsettling. Erotic but unsettling. At least anonymous. I men she saw my face, but I didn't give her my name any other personal information about myself. Still, I wondered what if anything would happen next.
I went to work that day feeling very uneasy. I spent the day jumping at every call. My mind wandered back to the events of the prior evening during meetings. Even my secretary, the person in the office I relied upon most startled me at several points throughout the day causing her at one point to ask if I was OK. I blushed before answering. I was sure she noticed.
My recollection of the events was clear yet not. I relived every humbling act. Still, it was like an out of body experience. I saw myself perform through my mind's eye, yet it didn't feel like me I was watching. It was as if some ghostly figure hovering in the corner of the ceiling was watching me. I was both a participant and an observer.
I stayed late in the office that evening, not sure if I really wanted to go home. Not a rational thought when you consider I could easily turn my PC off and go about my evening in peace. Yet somehow I knew that would not be the case. I was compelled to continue monitoring the app by both curiosity and an innate desire to perform despite myself.
I finally got home, made myself something to eat, and wondered what the night would be like. I didn't have to wait long to find out.
Later that evening, eating, doing some work, and changing, the dating site app notification alarm went off. It was a connection request from Julie with a note that read:
"Hello Mateo, if you are smart, you will connect with me!"
