Choosing Her Lover

*****

Something catches my eye. I wasn’t looking directly at it and for a moment, as I swing to face it, staring out through the plate glass, I can’t work out what caught my attention….

Then I see it; across the road in the cafe, once more the sandy-haired man is seated at the bar. Quickly I look away, walk across the lobby to rearrange some flowers in a vase, tidy up some leaflets and brochures in the waiting area. Then I return to my desk and angle my laptop towards the cafe.

He’s is still there.

I tap at my keyboard, occasionally making a show of checking against the sign-in clipboard, as though I am updating visitor records. In fact, I am setting the rear-facing camera to take the best shots I can. I capture a couple of stills and message them to James as instructed, then I set the camera to video and let it run.

Within twenty seconds a message window opens on my camera screen….

thnx kirstie, james here. sit tight and do nthng. am taking over your screen

The screen suddenly comes alive, quite independently of anything I am doing with the mouse.

He didn’t mention he could do that…

The camera zooms and focuses, centering on the man, but at the limit of its capacity, the image is blurred, pixilating constantly, before abruptly, the screen splits in two and a series of controls appears. They don’t look remotely familiar to me, but as I watch, utterly fascinated, the cursor dances over the screen, nudging scales and fine-tuning measures.

The image of the stranger tightens, unfocuses, refocuses and then suddenly becomes pinpoint sharp. The message screen reappears.

that’s the man?

yes

ring he wears, a partly revealed tattoo showing above his top shirt buttons,

whirls across the screen, capturing imagery, clicking as

but James

You don’t get to be Technical Director of a multi-billion corporation by

said… there’s a reason he has the

So, what now?

*****

stay in tonight? Just you

Ryan. “I’d like to

in his arms and we dance to the

close to his chest, I inhale the sweet perfume of my…. my what? My Master? My Dom certainly. My Lover

in time, one of those endless moments where precious seconds are captured and preserved, held forever in

feel

cheek, then

“Mmmm…?”

know you love the excitement and the thrill…. and so do I…. of when we

is hesitant, as though he is afraid

nothing’s wrong. I just

“Mmmm…? What? Tell me.”

want to make