Metamorphosis (Closed)

Name: Claudia DiMedici
Age: 27
Figure: Petite and slender, but curvy, with 34D breasts, and a firm, high butt.
Hair: Deep Mahogony Brown, long, with a bit of a wave
Eyes: Dark brown


IC:
She braked hard, stopping just in time for the red stop light, and elicting a squeel of tyres, and a blast of the horn, from the car behind her. She raised her right hand, flipping them off, and then checked her watch once more.

She was going to be late, for sure now, and already her mind began to conjour excuses, and discard them just as quickly. He would check, and she could not afford to be caught out. If she said she got a flat, he'd check the credit card statement for a repair or a new tyre. It was like that now, their relationship fraught with distrust.

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, and cast her mind back, trying to identify when it had gone wrong. Only three years previously, iIt had been the wedding of the year, featured in the society pages, him, the handsome and powerful son of the DiMedici family, and her, the photogenic girl, whose fairytale dreams of prince charming had come true.

But reality had been nothing like the fairytale. Prince Charming had to put in long hours as CEO of the family's conglomorate of industries, frequently away for weeks at a time, something that had caused huge fights, and it was something, he had curtailed of late. Of course, that was after he had flat out asked if she was cheating on him, and she had laughed in his face, and said if she was, who could blame her! But no, she wasn't cheating.

Since then, he had been watching her like a hawk. Pretending not to, but she had felt it. One day she'd been at the salon for the day, and when she returned, she was sure her laptop had been moved, but she hadn't been worried, it was all password protected, and he wasn't much with computers.

Another loud beep from behind, brought her back to the present, and she drove on, pulling her Mercedes CLK into the garage at 6.50, relieved to see he was not yet home. She saw the note on the kitchen counter, where Rosa had left dinner.


She sighed, relieved. She had the place to herself, and she showered, and lay on the bed logging into her yahoo account, under her username: wet4u. She played with lots of guys, had hooked up with a few, but not recently as it was too risky. Perhaps she might meet that someone who fired her imagination, who made her blood pump.

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Michael DiMedici, 31


It didn't matter that she knew coming in he'd be busy, pulled several directions. She said she understood that was the price of a luxurious life and no worries. But she'd drifted away from him all the same. His business life, the one that bought them anything they wanted, took too much attention, and Claudia had stopped loving him because of it.

All this was taking too damned much of his time and thoughts, but he couldn't forget about it. He'd had her followed, knew she was up to things. Recently it'd gotten more confrontational. Michael had a snooper program put on her computer so he could always see what she was doing. She'd taken to getting off with guys online, letting them dominate her. Well, two could play at that game. He stayed in San Antonio to let her relax, see what she'd do. The slut got online trolling for men.

He'd give her one.

to: wet4u
Imperator: So, who's a dirty slut? Trying to find someone to tell you how worthless you are?

Claudia looked as the new message popped up.

to: wet4u
Imperator: So, who's a dirty slut? Trying to find someone to tell you how worthless you are?

She was kicked back on the couch, a chilled glass of chardonnay in her hand. Her heart beat faster as she read the message, and re read it.

wet4u: MMMMMMmmmm.....Perhaps I might be! Do I know you, Imperator? I was wondernig where you got my IM?? But.... I have to admit.... that you sir, have got my attention! Are you looking for a dirty slut? And would you know what to do with one if you got her!!!!

She read it a couple of times, and thought that it showed just the right amout of interest.She hit send! Her heart hammered with excitement.... perhaps this guy might push her boundaries.... She'd read loads of BDSM erotica, had fingered herself to a whole lot of internet porn, and had even browsed through some personals half thinking she might find an on-line master, with whom to play..... but, while she had played out a few hot scenes, she had not yet found someone who was right for her..... and Imperator might just be that guy!

Imperator: You're probably married. You're just looking for what you want at home. I doubt you'd really take it seriously. Husband never home? Limp dicked? Cheating?

Imperator: Probably never home. And Sir will do nicely. Send a picture of your pussy, slut.

Imperator: Shave it first if it isn't already. But I know how you trophy bitches love Brazilians.

Claudia felt her pulse leap as she read his messages, and replied to his questions.

Imperator: You're probably married. You're just looking for what you want at home. I doubt you'd really take it seriously. Husband never home? Limp dicked? Cheating?

Wet4U: Hmm, yes, your right I am married. But him cheating?? LOL!! No, he gets off when he closes a business deal!! That's what makes him hard!! But no, he's not limp dicked, he can get it up just fine on occasion, he just doesn't know what to do with it then!!!!

She grinned, as she looked at the reply. sipping her wine, and slipping a hand under the waistband of her panties.

Imperator: Probably never home. And Sir will do nicely. Send a picture of your pussy, slut.


She laughed. He was cheeky, she'd give him that!! Still.... he also excited her!!

wet4u: You've got balls, I'll give you that!!! WFT, here you go Sir! One shot of me, naked, with my newly shaved twat!! What do you think???

Me, naked, and shaved!!


Imperator: Shave it first if it isn't already. But I know how you trophy bitches love Brazilians.

wet4u: Actually, you are right!! Are you pyschic??? yes, I had a brazillian wax job, but I shaved off the landing strip, just for you, Sir, hope you like!!!

I think I look pretty damn hot! So tell me...... did that make you hard???

She drained her wine glass, and began to flick her clit, finding herself wet, very wet. Perhaps, just perhaps, this guy was the one!!!

Imperator: I was already hard. Your pussy's not bad. Show me what you can do with it, then we'll see.
Imperator: Yes, I'm pyschic.

Having them put the remotely viewable cameras in the house was a stroke of genius on the IT guy's part. Michael had thanked him with an extra 20 grand and a referral to his company business.

Imperator: You're probably drinking wine and rubbing your pussy right now, aren't you? Needy slut.

Imperator: I was already hard. Your pussy's not bad. Show me what you can do with it, then we'll see.
Imperator: Yes, I'm pyschic.


Claudia grinned, at his pyschic comment! Ha! But, she was a little miffed at his "not bad" remark! Not bad?? She was hot as hell, and she knew it!! She poked out her tongue, and made a few explicit hand signals at the screen, before she resumed lightly stroking her engorged clit!

She went and got her vibe, and came back to her pc. She began to pump her pussy shallowly with the vibe, as she flicked her clit with her thumb. She took a short bit film, about 45 seconds, and she linked it to her next email.

wet4u: Well, Imperator?? What do you think?? Hot huh??? You've seen somthing my husband's never got to see!!

Imperator: You're probably drinking wine and rubbing your pussy right now, aren't you? Needy slut.

wet4u: Psychic indeed!! Three for three!! Drinking a chilled Chablis, bottle in ice bucket by my feet! Pumping my pussy with my trusty vibe, and yes, tonight, I am a needy slut!!

So........ would you know what to do with a needy slut, Imperator???? Or are you all talk, and no action??LOL I'm just teasing!! But some guys ( like Mr. Wet4u, for example) wouldn't know what to do if they were dropped into a whorehouse!! I need something to satisfy me! Yeah, I can get myself off, and all that, but its just not...... fulfilling, if you know what I mean! I want a man, a real one, who knows what he wants, and isn't afraid to get it!! I'm sick to death of these fucking metrosexuals!!!!

wet4U: Sorry, a little alcohol always loosens me up

wet4U: My tonuge, I mean...... but maybe other bits too!!

Claudia was feeling really horny tonight! She had the place to herself, so she decided to get comfortable. She peeled off her top, removed her bra, and snagged a lump of ice out of the ice bucket, and began to rub it around her tits, starting at the outside, and working slowly in toward her nipple, making it rock hard.

wet4U: Mmmmmmm, I got some melting ice here, and I'm having so much fun!! Pity you weren't here with me.... bet we could have some fun!

wet4u: Well, Imperator?? What do you think?? Hot huh??? You've seen somthing my husband's never got to see!!

Imperator: La Di Da. Why would I celebrate a victory over a loser? You didn't even put the vibe in much. Yawn.


He never thought badmouthing himself could be so much fun. She was so easy to entice, to guide. How had she hidden all this from him? Why had she?


wet4U: Sorry, a little alcohol always loosens me up


Imperator: Just like the rest.

wet4U: Mmmmmmm, I got some melting ice here, and I'm having so much fun!! Pity you weren't here with me.... bet we could have some fun!


Imperator: I could have some fun. It would be both intensely pleasureable and psychically traumatic for you. But fun for me, yes.


Michael enjoyed the sight of the ice hardening and tightening his wife's gorgeous nipples. They stood out high on her amazing tits, and the circling wetness showed them off beautifully. His cock was stirred by his wife for the first time in a long while.


Imperator: Let's see what else you do. I'm not convinced. Impress me.

Imperator: La Di Da. Why would I celebrate a victory over a loser? You didn't even put the vibe in much. Yawn.

Claudia bristled a little! Still, she was undoubtedly turned on.

Wet4u: You wanna see me take more?? Here we go!!

With that, Claudia began to thrust the vibe deeper and deeper into her pussy. It was actually hurting, but she forced it really deep, and then snapped a picture, and emailed it to him.

Imperator: I could have some fun. It would be both intensely pleasureable and psychically traumatic for you. But fun for me, yes.


Wet4u: Ooooh, yeah??? I think I like the sound of that! Think you could drive me to the edge then do you??

Wet4u: OOh, I have an idea, wait a sec!!


She put several ice cubes into her pussy, amazed by how much the cold hurt, and snapped a couple of pictures, then she ran the ice over her now throbbing nipples, and took a picture with a drop of icy water dripping from her diamond hard nipple!!

Wet4U: here you go! What do you think?

Imperator: Let's see what else you do. I'm not convinced. Impress me.

She thought for a minute, and then in a moment of utter madness, she worked her smallest dildo up her ass, and her second smallest vibe into her pussy. Then she took a short bit of film of her pumping both into herself until she was sheened with sweat, and convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She attached the clip to her email, and sent it.

wet4u: Well, do you like?? If I had you here, I would suck your cock, taking it deep into my throat, and with the other two holes plugged, I'd be airtight! I think I'd like that!

Imperator: Ok, not bad. You have potential, my needy slut. Good Girl.


Claudia had never been willing or able to deepthroat Michael's entire cock, but he was willing to bet she could now that she thought it was someone else's. Fucking Whore! Hadn't he told her what their lives would be like? Hadn't he given her everything she wanted? He wanted to punish her for being such a fucking backstabber, for running out on him. On them.


Imperator: I'll give you a chance to have all your holes, plugged, bitch.

Imperator: But first we're going to see how obedient you are. if you think you can handle it. I doubt it, but you may surprise me.

Imperator: In or out, slut?

Imperator: Ok, not bad. You have potential, my needy slut. Good Girl.



Claudia felt her chest swell with pride at his compliment. It was exactly effusive praise, but, little as it was, she clung to it, and wrapped it around herself like a cloak.


Imperator: I'll give you a chance to have all your holes, plugged, bitch.

Wet4u: mmmmmm I can't wait!!! I really need a good fucking.... so bad!! My husband, well, he's either never here, or when he is.... he cant get it up!! Or if he does its like thirty seconds, then he shoots his load and its over!! Dont get me wrong, he's a good provider, he treats me with respect and all that, but he's boring as fuck in the sack!!!


Imperator: In or out, slut?

wet4u: Oh, I'm in! I'm in in a BIG way! I can hardly wait! This is soooooooo exciting!!!!

Claudia came at that point, the vibe in her pussy hitting her G-spot, and she screamed as her body shook. This guy was promising!! Already, he was exciting her in a way the others hadn't. He seemed so much ..... darker. The real deal, and not some joker playing a role. This, THIS was what she needed!!!

She felt a little bad, being so derogatory about her husband, especially as it was mostly untrue! Michael was not exactly wild in the sack, but then, neither was she. Most of the time, if he suggested taking it up a notch, she would tell him she had a headache, and he was lucky to get anything at all. Or she'd tell him to hurry the fuck up and finish, that she was bored. Overall, she gave him the impression that she was enduring his touch, rather than enjoying it!

Michael sent Claudia a text to her phone saying that he'd been held up another day. At almost the same time:

wet4u: Oh, I'm in! I'm in in a BIG way! I can hardly wait! This is soooooooo exciting!!!!


Imperator: Soon you'll receive a confirmation from a hotel. I traced your IP; I'll fly in tomorrow morning. Go there tomorrow at 2 pm, check in, and go to the room. There will be an envelope waiting for you. Read the message, then execute the instructions exactly as they appear. Any deviation from these instructions will not be tolerated.


Having the IT help was invaluable. Michael's forte was business, but information is power no matter how you get it.


Imperator: Touch yourself as much as you want between now and then. Once I'm done with you, it won't matter.

Claudia read the message on screen from Imperator several times, her heart hammering with mix of trepidation, excitement and fear!! This was it! This was really it!! Did she dare follow through?? Her clit was pulsing with excitement, and yet, she was a little worried that he had traced her IP. What if he was some kind of stalker. He could be a serial killer for all she knew. Yet, deep down inside, she really wanted to go.

She hesitated, and then her phone beeped, and she looked at the text.

Michael would be away another night. There it was. Divine intervention!! It was her fate, she was meant to go!! She would go!!

Wet4u: This is sooooooo exciting!! I can hardly wait! See you tomorrow!!

Imperator: Touch yourself as much as you want between now and then. Once I'm done with you, it won't matter.

wet4u: I will!! I'm so turned on right now! More than I have ever been before - a whole different ballpark!! I may be raw come morning!!! LOL!

wet4u: I'll be there!!
wet4u: Ciao!

Claudia slept hardly a wink of sleep that night, her mind running through all the scenarios. She was worried about meeting a stranger like that..... but she was also very excited, and in the finish, her excitement won through, and she stuck with the decision she had made.

She wasn't raw by morning, but she that was only because she was so wet. She had lost count of the number of times she had cum over night.

She dressed the next day, taking particular care.

She put on a black basque, with stockings, and a thong and pulled a little black dress over the top and high heeled sandals on her feet completed her look.

She checked herself out in the mirror, and was pleased with what she saw! She glanced at her watch, as she was just arriving at the hotel, and smiled when she saw she was seven minutes ahead of time. Not bad, considering that she had been dying to get there since she woke that morning!

The desk agent was one of those subtly sexy, smiling functionaries that make you feel as though you're in on a fantastic secret.

"Oh, it's your lucky day, Madam. You'll be in the Garden suite. It's lovely, filled with orchids and amazing scents. You'll love it."

She handed her the paperwork and passkey, told her to take the reserved elevators all the way up.

The atmosphere was exotic yet understated, with subtly twining foliage tucked everywhere, matching the decor of botanic prints and engravings.

In the center of the room, which had been cleared of all usual furniture, was a simple black wood chair with a creamy envelope on its seat.

Claudia entered the hotel, and heaved a sigh of relief. While she had never been in this particular hotel before, she could tell from the reception area that it was high class. It had that understated elegance that demonstrated it served an exclusive clientèle who appreciated discretion, and who paid well for that privilege.

She desk clerk went through the motions of checking her in, and she took the elevator to the "Garden Room". Opening the room, she was impressed by the decor, clearly it was themed, the foliage giving the impression of being outdoors. She walked further into the suite, her heart hammering in her chest, as she turned into the area where she expected the bed and Imperator to be. She stopped dead. The room was both unoccupied, and unfurnished!!! There was only a single black chair in the centre of the room, with a pale vellum envelope laying there.

She looked about, uncertain and hesitant, before she picked up the envelope and sat on the chair. She was nervous. She dropped the envelope and bent to pick it up again. Holding it firmly, momentarily impressed by the quality of the stationary, she began to lift the back of the envelope, pulling out a single page, which she unfolded, just as something thin and black floated to the floor. She bent and picked it up, fingering the fine fabric. It was a small thin band of silk, which she lay across her knee.

She began to read.

"Read this letter through twice, and make sure you fully understand my instructions. Then put on the blindfold!"

Her heart skipped a beat. That was dangerous. She was here, in a strange hotel, at the behest of an unknown man, who, by his own admission had traced her IP address, and now he wanted her to blindfold herself???!!!!! She took a deep breath, and read on.