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| Crystal_Eyes |
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We MSN most nights and it's fun - my face aches I smile so much. Apparently I inspire his playful nature. I am worth taking the time to get to know. He likes the way I make his mind twist and turn, sometimes exceptionally darkly, apparently, although details of this aren't, and haven't since been, been divulged. We tease. We joke. We chat. We share. And I like it.
He decides he will write me something for me, something short and simple that he wants me to read, and zip it into a password-protected folder and email it to me. "You would have to type in all the vilest, filthiest phrases you can think of to make it open." He decides to do this as I am about to go away for the weekend. He sends it on Thursday night. It is called simply 'Pandora'.
It is locked with a pass-phrase - "no spaces and no capitals" he teases - rather than a one word password. My mind keeps sticking on "You have to type in all the vilest, filthiest phrases you can think of". He tells me to keep a list of what I have tried, so that he can learn how my mind works. I think I inspire pity for being so off the mark with the ones I have already tried during the MSN conversation... he gives me a hint. "It begins with 'I', and it is a phrase that I would very much like to hear you say to me one day". I thank him, and leave for my weekend away.
It. Drives. Me. Mad. All weekend my thoughts keep returning to him, and the file, and the sodding password. I keep a list of phrases I've tried - filthy, humiliating, degrading, vile phrases - despite knowing that doing so will mean he will see them. Still, I keep every single one. Including the 'Ifuckinggiveupguessingthisstupidpassword' one (that was near the end of the list).
I return home, and he is online. We chat for an hour or so about our respective weekends, sharing anecdotes and chatter, before he finally asks me about the file. I say I've not cracked it, and it's driving me nuts. He smiles, and requests my list. I send it and there is a suddenly a sense of panic and I immediately regret sending it. I was too nervous to open the damn thing before I sent it because I knew it would result in me not being able to. There is silence while he reads, and I can resist the temptation no more, so I open my list and re-read what I've just sent him. The vilest and filthiest phrases I could think of. And I am utterly ashamed of the words before me. Oh god, what does he think of me, he must be appalled... why hasn't he replied yet? Oh god; it was too much, too crude, too vulgar, too...
"I am honoured that you sent that to me, and wish you could see the smile that has crept across my face. Thank you."
Suddenly I'm beaming. All is right again. The humiliation dissipates, right up until he tells me that he will now pick his favourite five. He tells me them, in reverse order. I blush scarlet, and he knows it. He revels in it. As do I. And it gets better... apparently I have earnt the password.
There is a long pause, and an excruciating countdown from 10. He eventually reveals the phrase, and I smile with everything that I am. He says I may copy and paste it if I'm not comfortable typing it out for myself, but I have already written it without question, and am opening the notepad document...
| You have now pledged to perform this act for me. I will one day demand that you honour your word. This is just the beginning of the depravity to come, you beautiful slut. |
An experiment, he says, to explore how I respond and what I desire, and see how deliciously twisted it all becomes with my questions, thoughts and curiosity, all bound into a simple folder. I enjoyed every minute of it, even the frustration. And now, now there is a promise of more. I can't contain my smile.
Oh, the password?
ipromisetofilmmyselfmasturbate...
Edited Thu 18 Jun 09, 4:04 AM by Crystal_Eyes
| 1 Dec 08, 10:25 AM newfavourite UK(S), 4 yrs  |
Fabulous writing. I have read all three but I like this
introduction to the tale the best. MOAR PLZ Fight The Power |
| 1 Dec 08, 11:16 AM penwiggle UK(CB), 5 yrs  |
Awesome! I like it. What a great idea and devilish mind. Now, off to read the other two. xx Pen You say Ouch like it's a bad word. |
