Memoir Of A Young Mistress Pt 25

It had been two months since Emily's live webcam show on the picture-sharing site. At her insistence, Ted had removed all the pictures and closed the account the next day. Emily was afraid that someone might have recognized her, and the game was no longer fun to her. Ted was disappointed, but didn't argue. His dominance had give-and-take to it, and he didn't want to ruin a good thing over a minor incident. There were plenty of other fun things they could still do to explore their fantasies.

There were still pictures of Emily on the site, as many fans had posted their tribute and salute pictures in their own galleries, and Ted had no control over that. He wasn't concerned about those, as they were all poorly framed, and the images of Emily were of much lesser quality, with the shots composed primarily to show a man's penis, or their ejaculate on the pictures.

Ted did get a chuckle at seeing there was also a female fan, and she had created a tribute gallery as well, with a picture of Emily between her legs as she rubbed herself.

Of course, Ted's removal of the pictures didn't make them all magically disappear forever. Hundreds, possibly thousands of people had copied and saved the original pictures for their personal collections, and there would always be a chance they would be shared or re-posted on other sites. Ted had explained this possibility to Emily before any pictures were posted, and she felt safe because none of the pictures showed her face.

Geoff had studied the picture on the wall in the still frame of his video and recognized it as a concert poster for a Christian rock group. "Typical repressed church girl," he thought. He had a few naked selfies taken by church girls; photos with crosses hanging on the wall in the background, or Bibles displayed on dressers. From his experiences, the church girls were almost always the freaky ones when they got a chance to be bad.

The poster showed a venue and a date. Geoff saw it was in town, and the concert had been less than two years ago. Geoff was sure he had found a local girl. He was sorry to learn that the account had been closed the next day after the cam show, but he had already saved all the pictures to his hard drive, and backed them up on his home PC, so no loss of entertainment there. And, best of all, he had the entire strip show/blow job video saved too. The resolution wasn't as good as the live show had been, due to the memory restrictions of his laptop. Still, it was quite good; as good as if it had been shot with a low-end camcorder.

He had enjoyed watching it several times in the last couple of months, and considered re-posting it on some other amateur porn sites for fun. In his fantasies, he imagined the girl coming into his store. Maybe her computer or phone would require service, and he could scour it for even more entertainment. He smiled at the thought.

He had already checked his collection, comparing all the girls to the one in his video, and he found no matches. He did his best to memorize the face, and hoped he'd see it in his store one day.

It had been almost a year now since the Sunday morning that Emily had been home in bed, too sick to go to church. A series of internet messages, and then phone texts had led to flirting with the youth group director. In days, Ted and Emily were meeting in secret.

Over the following months, they had agreed their relationship was more than a secret sex affair; they had fallen in love. Plans were made for Ted to gradually distance himself from his wife. A separation, followed by divorce, and then Ted and Emily would begin dating publicly.

Emily and Ted had let a small circle of friends into their secret. Sierra regularly joined the couple for outings, and Ted had reconnected with an old college friend who had moved back into town a few months ago. The man and his wife both were much more liberal sexually, and had no judgment on Ted when he confessed his affair.

Scott and Dana were as close to opposites of Ted and his wife as possible. Scott worked in construction, and was a giant of a man who had played football in high school and college, and now owned his own business. His wife Dana was a beautiful black girl, slim, athletic, much younger than Scott. Between the age difference and the race issue, they decided to move back home to escape the increasing judgment they faced in their previous town farther south. Back in Scott's home town, they had a fresh start, and enjoyed making new friends and reconnecting with old ones.

Neither Scott nor Dana were fond of Ted's wife, and that helped make Ted more comfortable talking about Emily. Scott even joked about having Ted bring his new girlfriend over some night "so we can party". Ted filed the idea away on his mental "to do" list.

Ted had spent the morning with Emily at her request. She had registered for her college classes and received the syllabus from each of her professors. Today was book-buying day and she knew she'd want an extra pair of arms for all the materials she'd have to purchase. Ted followed Emily up and down each aisle of the college bookstore, as she checked off each item on her list. He noted all the pretty young girls in the store, some of whom gave him an approving glance. Emily appeared to bristle when she'd notice, not at Ted but at the girls. Ted wasn't interested in the girls, but it was nice to know he was still desirable, even to girls in Emily's age range. As they stopped at one rack and Emily looked for a book, they overheard an exchange on the other side of the rack.

"Did you see that girl's dad?"

"Yes! Oh my god he was hot."

"I know, right? Wish he was my dad," and she giggled.

"I wish he was your dad too," answered the other girl.

"Why?" asked the first.

"Because then I would fuck your dad," and both girls laughed.

Ted smiled and Emily continued to scowl at the row of books.

When they had everything on the list, Ted and Emily carried the books to a counter and a bored-looking young man scanned each item as the register tallied the total. He looked up from the screen at Emily. "Okay, your total is $648.14."

"What the fu..." Emily exclaimed. She knew the books were expensive, but she wasn't ready to hear that. Ted waved her off, reaching for his wallet.

"Okay, plastic is okay, right?" he said, offering his credit card.

"Sure," said the young man, swiping it in the machine.

Emily was grateful for Ted stepping in, because she only had about $400 in her checking account.

The clerk bagged the books and handed them across the counter, and Ted scooped them up. "Thanks, have a great day," he smiled. The young man nodded with the boredom of someone who wasn't planning to have a great day at all, as he had to be there for at least 5 more hours.

In the parking lot, Emily walked fast to keep up with Ted, her shorter stride forcing her to hustle in order to keep up. "I'll pay you back, I wasn't expecting it to be that much," she said, sounding embarrassed. She genuinely wasn't expecting it to be that costly.

"No problem, Angel. Save your money for other stuff," and he smiled.

When she unlocked her car, Ted put the bundle in the back seat, and went around and opened Emily's door for her, kissing her on the cheek as she got in. Emily looked around quickly but didn't see that anyone had noticed. Ted circled around and got behind the wheel.

When they went out together, Emily liked her own car better than Ted's, but Ted did almost all the driving, and always played the old-fashioned gentleman. It took some getting used to, as Emily had never known a man that did such things.

As they drove, Emily tried to tally up how much Ted must have spent on her over the last year, and gave up when it reached well into four figures. He never complained, and seemed to love paying her way for everything.

Car repairs, clothes, makeup, personal items, endless dinners and day trips, and now school expenses. He had already paid half her tuition fees, so the money her parents were giving her to help out went towards a fund she had started for her future with Ted. He had pointed out that the church probably wouldn't want a divorced man as their youth director, so he'd need to find other work.

She tried not to think about a term she had recently learned: "Sugar Daddy." This wasn't like that at all. She loved Ted, and he loved her; he told her every day how much he loved her. She justified the material side of Ted's attention by telling herself he wanted it this way. When they were out together, Emily only had to look twice at a piece of jewelry, or a cute top, or anything, for that matter; and Ted was there, carrying it to the nearest register. She knew she had grown spoiled, but she liked it.

She stopped her daydreaming as she realized they were headed out of town, but in a different direction than the usual road to the beach. They were headed south, where there were only logging roads and rural cattle and horse ranches.

"Where are we going?" she asked, watching a large group of horses as they drove past a grassy field.

"I want you to see Scott and Dana's place," he answered. "It's beautiful, and I have a standing invite to show you around, even if they aren't there."

They drove on for about a half hour, winding through low hills and increasing woods, until they turned down a long dirt drive. "This is it," said Ted.

The house was a brick ranch-style, with a large detached building that looked big enough to hold a camper, or maybe a boat. It actually held both, along with a couple of four-wheel ATVs, two motorcycles, and other recreational toys.

Ted parked Emily's car by the garage, noting that both vehicles were gone, as he had expected. He got out, pausing to get a bag from Emily's trunk. He had stashed it there that morning, and Emily didn't ask what it was, because she knew Ted liked springing new things on her. He opened Emily's door, and taking her by the hand, led her towards the woods behind the house.

Scott and Dana both worked during the day, but said it was fine for Ted to come by any time to enjoy the scenery. Scott's house was on several acres, and it included a small pond and lots of woods. Deep in the woods Scott had made a clearing with a fire pit, tables, and benches, and it was the site for many weekend gatherings. Usually the gatherings involved alcohol and other recreational substances, and occasional gunfire, as Scott and his neighbors were avid fans of the Second Amendment. So far, no one had been injured during a competition. Targets were set up in several areas, all facing into the deeper woods, so no neighbors need fear of a stray round going into a truck door or living room window.

Although each neighbor knew approximately where the property lines were, there were no fences back here, as everyone got along well and all enjoyed the woods. It was common to run into a neighbor as they were hunting, or headed to one of the ponds to fish. Ted liked the area, and wished that he could move out here himself one day, as he had never been fond of suburban life. Emily enjoyed it too, as he could see by the way she looked all over as they walked, touching trees and examining random flowers.

He walked her past the clearing with the fire pit and continued deeper into the woods, until he found the smaller clearing he remembered from an earlier visit. The sun shone through the opening in the canopy of trees, making the spot look like a scene from a cartoon. One might almost expect there to be a princess talking to a group of forest creatures.

Ted gave Emily a long kiss, and Emily drank it in, along with the sunlight.

"So what's going on?" she asked. "I see you brought your bag."

It was a small canvas bag that could hold almost anything from sporting goods to photo equipment. Ted used it for picnics with Emily, spare clothes if they went swimming at the beach, and anything else he didn't want to have out in the open. He sat it down and knelt by it, unzipping it as he spoke.

"Let's play a game," he said.

"Yes, Sir," she answered, excitedly. She wasn't expecting this at all, but happily stepped into her submissive role as she speculated what Ted might have in store for her.

The first thing he pulled from the bag was a metal contraption with a black elastic strap.

"This is a gag," he said, offering it to her. "Do you know what it's for?"

He had purchased it from the same shop where he bought Emily's first dildo and vibrator.

She took it and examined it. "Yes, it's to keep me from closing my mouth. So you can fuck my throat and stuff."

"Correct," Ted smiled. "Put it on."

End of part twenty-five.