Psyche

[Blase]

OOC: Closed for myself and TheNiteSiren

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She had the key.

The Front Desk had called to let him know when she'd picked it up. Now it was just a matter of moments.

He sat and watched the webcam picture, even though he knew that he wouldn't see her at first, but staring at the changeless view gave him something to do while he waited, anticipating. She was finally coming to him.

He didn't hear the keycard when she used it, but he heard it clearly when the door opened. He took a deep breath, remembering their initial contact online and the hesitant, back-and-forth messaging that had lead to this moment. He'd told her that he'd take the lead; that she'd be safe, but that hers would be the inferior role. Just how inferior was something that she'd shortly begin to find out.

The door closed and she said "Hello?" in an anxious tone. "Hello, Psyche," he replied, knowing that she'd hear him through the microphone. "There's a laptop on the desk just ahead and to your left. Please have a seat."

Psyche wasn't her name, but it certainly fit the situation. It, along with the empty room and the laptop, were the first of the surprises waiting for her. Just the first.

He paused, waiting for her to take the few steps that would put her at the desk and in the picture being broadcast to where he sat. His own cam was turned off.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Psyche's every move was motivated the lure of his words to her. Something about him had stirred a hunger inside her body that no one ever had. She wore a simple but elegant white silk blouse and black pencil skirt with heels. Her long legs felt shaky under her body at the thought of him. She slipped the key into the lock and went inside.

She hadn't expected the room to be empty, placing a small bag on a side table. Psyche jumped a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks reddening at being caught unaware. He called her by her screen name, which she didn't mind. She sat at the desk, noticing that the computer's webcam was broadcasting but she couldn't see him.

There was a slight tinge of disappointment but she knew Blase had his reasons. Her soft melodic voice answered him. "Hello, Blase." She smiled for him shyly at first but started to relax. She had led such a boring, straight-laced life where she never took any risks. That had worn on her in the past few years and now what she wanted was what he offered.

The site where they had met was a message board that she found by accident. Always a shy one, Psyche had to really mull it over before she sent Blase the first message. It was a bold move for her but there was something in his words that beckoned to her.

She had no idea what he had planned for her but she was anxious to be with him. The anticipation of it all had required her to change her panties before coming to the room. Her body was ready and aroused, the need there in her warm brown eyes for him to see.

 

[Blase]

"It's ok, you can call me Don," he chuckled when he heard her follow suit by using his screen name.

"I called you Psyche because it fits in so well with what I want to do with you. You see, I've decided to put you into my own version of the tale of Cupid and Psyche."

"Do you know that story? It's about a girl who finds happiness, but it comes with a very strict requirement - she's bound in a very particular way."

"And of course I do have the right to bind you, don't I? In fact, you want to be bound, if it's pleasing to me, do you not?"

"Don't you want to be bound for me, Psyche?"