She Was The Gateway Drug (2 page)

“Ha. I wish I could have her for a minute,
while you catch your breath...” And suddenly, that sounded like a
blessing. I needed a break and I knew Ashley would demand more out
of me as soon as I was off the phone. I knew she would agree to my
plan.

Ashley was pleased to please. She opened her
Mac and the two connected via Skype. As I watched Ashley performing
for my friend I experienced something strange and new: pride. I was
proud of who she was and what she was doing so willingly. She was a
sexual soul, probably the closest thing that comes to a flash and
blood succubus in that regard. By giving her the option to
masturbate again for my friend, I gave her more of what she needed,
more than I could supply alone. It just made perfect sense to
me.

I left them both to it and decided to take a
walk outside and enjoy a cigarette. It was the first time I had
with myself in three days, aside the commute to work, and I
thoroughly enjoyed it.

When I was back, Ashley was packing her bag.
She noticed me and smiled: “Evening Sir, did you enjoy your
walk?”

I nodded. “Packing for tomorrow morning?”

She nodded back at me. I planted a kiss on
top of her head and she blinked at me.

“I’m proud of you. You did what I asked you
to do: you called your parents, you masturbated and controlled
yourself, and you even allowed Matt to enjoy you.” Matt had texted
me on my walk, begging I would let Ashley play with him again later
that evening. I declined. “He is very thankful, by the way,” I
added.

Her eyes beamed at me, and before I knew it
she gave me another one of her bone crushing hugs. “Thank you Sir!
Thank you!”

“For what?” I was a bit dumbfounded. I didn’t
think I do anything that special, I was just being honest.

“For being proud of me. For allowing me to be
here. For allowing me to be your pet, even for a little while...” I
pulled her away from me gently, but she already knew what I was
about to say. She had tears in her eyes. “I will grow it like you
said. I will make you proud.” I let her head fall against my
shoulder and embraced her in a warm hug before we retired to
bed.

The next day I helped her with her bag all
the way into the train. We said our goodbyes, kissed, and she waved
me through the window as the train started moving. I walked back up
the stairs from the dock, a smile spreading over my face. I knew it
wasn’t the last time I’d see Ashley.