Ted enjoyed knowing that Emily had so happily taken to her role of submission. It frequently inspired him to think of unique ways for her to show her obedience. He called these "games" when he would text Emily. "Time to play a game" would always send a shiver of anticipation up Emily's spine, as well as causing her arousal.
It was Saturday afternoon, and Emily was chatting with Ted on the computer. Ted's wife was in their living room, watching a college football game.
Emily was in her bedroom, sitting up in her bed, pausing from her typing to occasionally rub the tingling spot between her legs. Her mother was out shopping for groceries, and her father was in their living room, watching the same game as Ted's wife.
Ted sat at his desktop computer with several windows open. One was the chat with Emily, one was a Dom/sub forum, one was the site where Ted was posting Emily's pictures, and one was the folder where he hid his collection of her nudes.
In the forum, Ted was reading an account of a woman who had commanded her sub to masturbate in a public place. She communicated with him by cell phone and instructed him to go to a restaurant and stroke himself while he was being served. He sat in a booth and complied, eventually having an orgasm just before the waitress brought his entree. Whomever cleaned the tables after he left found more than crumbs on the floor.
Ted had talked Emily through many orgasms by text and voice, but she was always in a private place. The story inspired him.
TedCar: It's time to play a game.
EmmaDilemma: (big smile) Yes sir (smile)
"Yes sir," was Emily's code that she could comply. Ted understood that there might be times when she couldn't play, such as her parents being present, or if she were in the middle of an important exam.
TedCar: Who's home right now?
EmmaDilemma: Mom is gone, dad is watching TV.
TedCar: What are you wearing?
EmmaDilemma: Something very unsexy, haha. Sweats, I was using mom's exercise bike earlier.
TedCar: No, that's perfect. Underneath?
EmmaDilemma: Panties, but no bra.
TedCar: That will work fine. (smile)
EmmaDilemma: Okay. (smile) What am I doing?
TedCar: Go in the living room, sit with your dad.
EmmaDilemma: Okay...moment...
Emily carried her laptop into the living room. Her father was watching the game, and the score was close. He was intensely focused on the screen, to a point that he made an annoyed "tsk" sound when Emily crossed in front of him, momentarily blocking his view. She sat on the opposite end of the couch, with her back against the corner. She didn't want her dad to see her laptop screen. Her father mumbled a distracted greeting.
"It's warmer out here, just wanted to sit on the couch for a while," she lied. Her father grunted.
EmmaDilemma: I'm on the couch.
TedCar: And he is too?
EmmaDilemma: Yes
TedCar: How close? What can he see?
EmmaDilemma: He's on one end watching TV and I'm on the other. Leaning against the corner so he can't see laptop.
TedCar: That will work. (smile)
EmmaDilemma: Okay?
TedCar: Feet up on the couch, raise your right leg, laptop on your left. You need to block his view just a little.
Emily re-positioned herself to comply, not understanding what was coming yet.
EmmaDilemma: Okay, did it
TedCar: Type with your right hand, follow instructions with your left. Slip your hand under your shirt and play with your boobs.
EmmaDilemma: OMG he will see noooo please EmmaDilemma: Please dont make me do that