A Subscription to Satisfaction

Slowly, after what seemed an eternity but could easily have been just a few seconds, his vision began to return. After a moment or two, it sharpened into remarkable clarity. The scene that greeted his restored eyesight was a dimly lit room far larger than the one Gary knew he occupied. What he saw was extremely disconcerting because it wasn't a digital projection of a room neatly framed within the confines of his monitor. The room was spread out before him. He could see into the distant corners where the dim light barely penetrated. Although he could still feel the desk was there in front of him, it didn't impede his view even when he looked down at the seams outlining the individual tiles on the floor. So far, the only thing he could hear was his heart hammering inside his ears. Chills raced up and down his spine he still wasn't quite sure that what happened a moment ago wasn't some sort of bizarre medical crisis. Rather suddenly, he realized his hearing had returned because he could hear shuffling just outside the range of his view.

An instant latter he was sent reeling again when he heard, "Hello Gary314," in a female voice with a very familiar accent.

"Uh Hello?" he answered not quite sure he should trust what he'd just heard.

The thundering of his heart rate surging in his ears made hearing anything difficult. He almost missed the sharp report of heels advancing over the hard tile. A heart stopping second later Lady Emma herself stepped squarely into his view. Gary's breath caught in his throat as his eyes frantically scanned the apparition standing in front of him. She was even more beautifully imposing than Gary's imagination had ever allowed. Her height was accentuated by the extreme heels she wore. They made her appear taller, and slimmer, and in some way that his brain couldn't quite process, more menacing as well. When he'd watched her videos on his computer screen there was never any doubt that she was a remarkably beautiful woman. The way he could see her now made her seem impossibly statuesque.

His overwhelmed brain couldn't decide whether to enjoy the visual feast standing before him or to analyze how they managed to accomplish this. The years of training buried inside his inquisitive mind briefly overruled his pleasure centers. He rapidly scanned through his memory searching for anything in the scope of current technology that would create some sort of interface with human physiology. He sorted though a lifetime's worth of remembered technical specifications and schematic diagrams trying to sort it out. Nothing he had ever seen or heard of would explain what his eyes and ears were showing him at this moment. He wondered if they had breeched a time space boundary somehow but decided that was just too weird to be real. Just the same, he reached out to find out for sure and his fingers encountered smooth curved glass instead of warm soft flesh. Gary chuckled at the silliness of that idea and muttered under his breath, "un-fucking- believable." When he lowered his hand, his scientific analysis immediately ceased and his senses reasserted their control over his thought processes.

Standing before him, she was fully dressed with a slightly disconcerting grin on her perfectly made up face. She seemed to be appraising him at the same time as he was doing the same with her. Dressed as though she may have just stepped out of the boardroom her office ensemble was devastating to Gary's over-driven psyche. She had on a light grey linen blouse with short sleeves and the white collar forming narrow lapels. The bright crimson kerchief peaking from the breast pocket offered a splash of color to brighten the no nonsense outfit. None of that could camouflage the ample bust line the cloth only barely constrained. Wrapped around her waist was a wide patent leather belt in a style that perfectly complimented her devastating heels. Beneath that was a decidedly snug knee length skirt in a darker shade of grey. Lastly, a pair of shimmering dark seamed stockings encased what he could see of her exquisitely long shapely legs. My God, she was beautiful. Gary could hardly breathe, his mind swam with questions but they all seemed so pointless at present that he couldn't bring himself to utter a sound.

Abruptly she folded her arms and sat lightly back on the edge of a clear glass table that somehow appeared behind her. Gary knew that damn table wasn't there a moment ago or he would have seen it. His brain was almost at the overload point. He was fighting a losing battle with his composure and soon couldn't contain himself any longer. He started asking in rapid-fire bursts exactly what was on his mind, "What the, How'd that, Where'd you, Oh Jesus Christ..."

Lady Emma chuckled softly and answered, "Yes I get that quite a lot from first time visitors."

Gary's confused mind could only process about one word in three and he asked, "Huh what?"

Gently in a slightly amused tone she asked him, "This is your first time visiting our Projection room isn't it Gary314? May I call you Gary?"

He answered breathlessly, "Yeah sure, how do you do this? This is well, it's, it's just fucking incredible!"

Her smile was breathtaking but when she spoke, Gary knew this wasn't a new experience for her and she had prepared for reactions like his, "I could tell you I suppose, but then I'd have to kill you..."

It was his turn to smile at her trite spy-movie line.

"...with the way you're dressed Gary I don't think came here to be party to a murder."

Startled by what she'd said Gary looked downward and was shocked to find he was sitting completely nude in front of her. His face flushed hotly and he grimaced with sudden embarrassment.

Without really seeming to, she effortlessly retook control of the situation, "Now that we have all of that sorted Gary what would you like to do?"

Still dazzled by the whole experience, the sights, the sounds, hell for an irrational second or two he even thought for he caught a whiff of her perfume. Feeling a bit like a school boy caught doing something naughty, Gary tried to answer her as cogently as his overtaxed brain would allow, "Ah...well...I ah...wasn't expecting... ah..."

She rested her hands comfortably on the table behind her listening quietly to his nervous stammering.

"...this is...ah... such a surprise...I ah..."

Titling her head just a bit and shooting him a tolerant smile, she cut off his rambling by asking him firmly, "Gary? Would you prefer that I suggest something?"

"Please," He answered in a rush of overwhelming relief grateful she wasn't going to let him go on making a complete fool of himself.

"Very well," she said looking at him intently for a moment before she stood away from the table and then began pacing back and forth. She spoke in a relaxed manner while the sound of her heals echoed all around him with every step. Gary was distracted again, by the technological leap they had achieved until her firm voice brought him back into the moment.

"Well now Gary from your attire and that lovely bottle of lubricant you have there," He was stunned by the mention of the small bottle he'd put on the desk earlier, "We can assume you had something specific in mind when you logged in here."

She paused, flashing him a delighted smile, and continued, "Let us take our queue from that, shall we?"

Gary nodded eagerly still not trusting himself to speak.

"Tell me then Gary... what...do you think...you'd like to see?" as she asked him the halting question she lifted her hand and began deliberately tracing a finger downward along her cleavage.

His eyes almost left there sockets when her fingertip followed around the curvature of her breast. Before it completed the circuit, she was dragging just the nail with agonizing slowness directly across her nipple Gary gulped watching her suggestive movements. Inside his brain synapses fired, connections were established, and signals were sent, his body responded almost immediately to the unseen electro-chemical commands that were initiated within him.

He nodded again almost grunting out his answer, "Yeah that."

"Oh, so you'd like to see my breasts is that it Gary?" She asked leaning back against the table again and cupping her firm globes with widely spread fingers.

"Oh yes please, they're so big and, and so beautiful," he answered his mouth beginning to go dry.

She responded with a smirk and then said, "Very well then I guess it's time to be rid of this blouse then isn't it?"

He nodded growing increasingly excited.

"Alright," she said reaching for the top button, "While I dispose of this why don't you show me your cock Gary, I'll bet you have a nice big one too."

He felt strangely self-conscious but at the same time immensely excited. He hesitated for only a second before opening his legs a bit and his semi-hard cock sprang upward a few inches. Just hearing her say the word "Cock" in her delightful British accent had him stiffening further. The realization that she was seeing everything he did sent excited ripples surging through his body.

"Just as I suspected," she purred working the last few buttons, "This must be you're first time here. I would have remembered a nice thick cock like yours, now take hold of it Gary and show me how you stroke it."

Again, he felt strangely ill at ease. For Christ sakes, the whole situation seemed so god damn far out there to him but he quickly found that he couldn't help but follow her mesmerizing commands. As soon as his fingers closed around the smooth warm flesh of his cock, he could feel it gaining another few degrees of hardness. He fixed his gaze on her as she tugged the tails of the blouse out from the belt cinching it tightly around her waist. Gary caught brief flashes of dark translucent lace as she removed the offending garment.

She was just about to pull her arms out of the sleeves when she paused and asked in a curious tone, "Is that a bit of pre-cum I see shining at the tip Gary?"

He looked down at his cock in his hand and immediately saw the glistening drop. He was amazed once again at how she could see it and his brain almost reverted to exploring its storehouse of technological data.

His instant of distraction was shattered when he heard her tell him firmly, "Touch it Gary, touch that pre-cum on your delicious looking cock and show it to me."

In a rush, he looked up at her and found she had shed her blouse and was now caressing her breasts as she looked down on him. The wanton look of eagerness on her face jarred him into action as she leaned forward as though looking directly into his lap. He felt his cock hardening in his hand as he watched her knead those lusciously firm spheres. He sucked in an audible gasp when he spotted her stiffening nipples tenting the thin material of the bra. He finally reached toward the tip of his cock with an unsteady finger and touched it down onto the slick pool. Lifting it slowly away, he stretched out a viscid string sparkling into the light for her to see.

"Oh how lovely," she said a slight tremble in her voice betraying her own excitement, "simply lovely Gary. Perhaps there is something else you'd like for me to do for you while you start stroking that beautiful cock of yours?"

Gary was reasonably sure his dick was not as remarkable as she was making it out to be. He did however enjoy the way she was talking about him. Each time he heard her say "cock" he could feel an extra twitch against his palm. He gulped against the dryness in his throat wishing he had thought to have something nearby to drink. He was not about to run off and get something though, no way, not now. He wasn't about to risk breaking the delightful spell she was starting to weave over him. The whole building could have been ablaze for all he cared, he wasn't going anywhere.

He simply licked his lips ineffectually and croaked, "The skirt."

As his hand began sliding up and down on his now fully engorged member, she smiled and asked him coyly, "Ah, so you like my lingerie then Gary?"

He nodded watching intently as her hands went for the belt.

"It's beautiful," he answered his eyes fixed on her every movement, "I'd really like to see it all."

"Then you shall," she answered unlacing the black leather from the thin loops at the top of the skirt. She cast it aside smiling mischievously and reached for the zipper at her hip.

While sliding the zipper down the curve of her hip she purred to him, "Such a big thick looking cock, oh how I'd love to get my hands on it."

Those words seemed to ring within Gary's ears and he suddenly found himself amazed at how truly lovely her hands were. Those long slender fingers were perfectly manicured and they somehow looked at once both remarkably strong and delightfully feminine. They were lean and delicate but displayed confident grace that held him spellbound for a breathless moment. He loved watching when they were caressing and squeezing her incredible breasts earlier, but when he noticed the portions of her lovely form that her hands were traversing, he lost his momentary fixation. He watched with unbearable anticipation as she peeled the form fitting skirt from her lower body. Once divested of the restrictive fabric she stood with her hands resting lightly on her hips where he could see every magnificent inch of her. The smoky translucence of her bra was only the tip of the lingerie iceberg that Gary had so desperately wanted to see. She wore a matching lacy suspender belt holding up lustrous silk stockings that snugly enveloped her curvaceous legs. Adorning the junction between those wonderful legs, she wore a snug fitting thong constructed of the same diaphanous material as the rest of her beautiful under things. When the light struck it just so, Gary could make out the darker triangle of her perfectly tended pubic tuft.

To Gary her beauty had assumed almost ethereal proportions. Viewing her this way was almost more than he could handle and he felt himself all but panting as his eyes devoured the woman standing before him. His hand operating under its own set of instructions had steadily increased speed. He didn't want her to move, not ever. She was so impossibly perfect just as she was, he really didn't care if she disrobed any further he would have been completely happy just to feast his eyes on what he now saw.

Move she did and he watched in rapt fascination as one hand slithered down to cup over her mound as she asked him, "So now that you can see it all, how do you like it Gary?"

"Oh my God, I, I love it," he answered numbly his hand pumping faster and faster as she slowly caressed her lace covered pussy.

"Gary, Gary slow down!" she barked sternly at him, "Slow down! Get hold of yourself man."

He was stunned by her admonition and abruptly halted his furious stroking, finally realizing what he'd been doing, "Uh, sorry," he said feeling incredibly stupid.

Her reply was a mildly amused, "That's quite alright Gary but you'll want to take it a bit easier or it will all be over too soon."

She sat back against the magically reappearing glass table and told him, "That would be a terrible shame don't you think Gary? After all we've only just begun."

He was so enamored with what she was doing with her hands he hardly heard a word. When his brain found the capacity to process what she had said to him, he answered her vacantly, "Yeah a shame..."

She sat back against the table, her legs parting slightly while her hand slowly caressed the curvature of her mound. Gary fixated on the hand and it movements his gaze was so focused it could have burned holes with its intensity. He sat there watching her almost unaware of his rock hard cock gripped in his own hand. Her fingers slid slowly up and down following the contours of her flesh. He couldn't see her clit or lips through the thin material covering, but seeing where she was touching was terribly exciting to him. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his cock and gave it a quick squeeze, groaning softly at the sensation. He stared at her slim fingers passing over the dark lace, her white tipped nails never snagging the delicate barrier. Her flattened middle finger pressed inward after locating her moistened center. She moaned and began swirling circular motions pressing firmly at the arch of her curving womanhood. Gary could happily sit there watching her playing with her body all night but an uncomfortable building pressure in his balls spurred him into action. He let go off his cock and reached out for the bottle sitting on the desktop. "Oh yes Gary," she encouraged, "Make your cock nice and slick for me."

He opened the bottle with a loud snap, pouring a generous dollop onto his palm before wrapping his hand around his cock. He smoothed the cool slick liquid all over his rigid pole. The change in temperature and friction immediately sent chills shooting through his body. He added another few drops to his open hand just in case and closed the bottle tossing it carelessly back onto the desk. He grabbed at his cock again before adjusting his position in the chair to relieve the escalating pressure he felt within his balls. That was the only time his eyes would leave her body for the remainder of the evening.

"Oh Gary, my god, look at those lovely balls," She gasped staring down on him.

"Take hold of them Gary, I want to watch you squeezing them while you pump that lovely thick cock of yours," she ordered.

All too willing to comply he wrapped his free hand around the heavy bundle of flesh. He began fondling them gently while his other hand began rhythmically sliding up and down on his slippery member. In a few strokes, the combined sensations made him gasp loudly while his whole body gave in to an involuntary twitch.

"Brilliant Gary," she said her tone exciting him further, "Simply brilliant, now long slow strokes Gary, Don't want to get overheated just yet dear."

He smiled remembering his earlier lack of focus, "Yes Mam," he answered contritely.

She chuckled and abruptly stood hooking her thumbs under the waistband of the thong she told him, "I know you like the underwear Gary but I'm sorry they just have to go."

She stripped off the thong tossing it aside and immediately reached up to unhook the bra. Gary got his first look at her naked pussy and sucked in an awestruck breath. Framed by the lacy arch of the garter belt and stockings her smooth naked skin almost glowed. He could finally see that her pussy was lightly pink from her earlier rubbing. The dark neatly trimmed patch of hair made it the very center of his universe. He pulled on his cock feeling every contour and bulging vein come alive with renewed excitement. The hand holding his heavy nuts rolled them around and they seemed to revel in the changes in pressure and contact. He looked upward somehow feeling her scrutinizing his actions. Her eyes were fixed on his hands now watching him intently while she vigorously massaged her awesome breasts. Her fingertips tugged on her nipples rolling them lightly. The look on her face as Gary watched her do it was so sexually charged that he couldn't help but moan loudly.

Her eyes snapped upward capture his and she asked abruptly, "Ah, you like it when I pinch my nipples Gary?"

He answered breathlessly, "Oh god yes."

"Perhaps you should pinch your nipples while I watch," her tone told Gary it was not a suggestion.

He had never engaged in nipple play before and didn't think too much of the idea.

"Do it Gary," she ordered, "pinch your nipples. I want to see it. Now Gary!"

Reluctantly he let go of his balls and they sagged against the cooler vinyl of the chair sending a chill through him. He was keeping up the steady rhythm pumping on his cock but when his fingers closed down on his left nipple, it sent a jolt surging through his entire body making his hand jump in response.