Going Live. A short story (Patreon)

Hello Friends

as I have been going on about, my Paint-shop has been down and so I completed this story just to feed my creative mind.

  It is not a Andy and Aunt Jane story, but is nicely kinky and has a few twists and turns along the way.

I hope i reads OK as having posted it on here it has reformatted it slightly, but i think it is OK.

I hope you like it, Big hugs

XXX

Andy

ps, I have included a download of it, just in case it makes it easier

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Going Live

It had become a Meme within minutes , Gifs within hours, Spreading and multiplying with every click, with tags applied expressing every possible emotion. Uncontrollable and free. But was it real? Or was it fake. Was this really what had happened or was it just projected fantasy?……….

      “So if you need anything please, come to me”.

“Thank you Ms Neuman, I will, It’s just working two Jobs gets a bit crazy”

       “I am sure it is  Kat, believe me, what ever your problems are right now, it is none of the companies business and if you need time, take it. I don’t want to see you upset like this, so if you need anything please come to me, not as your boss, but as your friend”. 

  “I appreciate it Ms Neuman , really I do,”.

      The young woman, stood, smoothed her skirt and with a smile, left the office. 

  Katherine Palmer-Cavendish had many admires, but then there was a lot to admire in the 18 year old intern assistant. She was perfectly beautiful, long black hair, round face, dark eyed and full lipped. Indeed her beauty could have turned many other women off her, had it not been for a sweet and kind nature that matched her soft light voice. She did not over dress, she knew she was blessed with a wonderful figure yet she knew not to show it off too much. Yes her knee length pencil skirts may have been a little tight and did show off her bum, but at least they were not the mini skirts that many other girls of her age might a have worn. Her blouses, were again quite conservative, plain and silky, but maybe the rows of tiny buttons down the front did have the habit of directing the eye to her  not underdeveloped cleavage and then there was her heels, again many girls of her age and beauty might have chosen to wear the sleekest and highest of heels, yet Kat steadfastly stuck to her modest footware, as if not wanting to draw to much attention to her already tall model like figure. A truly modest and restrained beauty.

    Yes, on the 12th floor where she worked, down to the studio floor, Kat Palmer-Cavendish had many secret admires. But for one of them, the feelings they felt were quite a shock. 

  Alie Neuman was a good 30 years Kat’s senior, yet whenever the young intern entered her office she felt her heart race. It was crazy, but she could not deny the facts. She had a crush on her.

  Now don’t get me wrong, Alie Neuman had not missed out on the beauty department, indeed there were many young men in the building and across the land, who had a crush on her. She was the  ‘classic’ elegant older woman, having turned 50 that year, she was tall and slim with a near perfect gym toned figure, she was blessed with dark, naturally wavy hair , skin younger than her years and a face which radiated beauty with only the lightest touch of make up. There was one thing though she paid extra special attention to and that was her nails. These were always immaculately shaped and perfectly glossed. In fact there where online blogs kept by fans, detailing each days shade and colour, which today was a special deep burgundy red. Why did she think this colour special? Simple, Kat always remarked on how much she liked it. 

  Oh dear, Alie Neuman really did have a crush on Katherine Palmer -Cavendish.

   Which made there meeting that sunny Saturday morning all the more embarrassing.

 She had walked passed the little shop half a dozen times and cursed the fact that it was on such a busy road. She knew the risk she was taking, knew what might happen if she were seen, but she could not resist. She glanced again at the mannequins the window as she passed, one wore a stunning black latex navy style uniform, with gold and white trim, whilst the other, well, they were exactly the style of legging she had been looking for, the same liquid legging she had seen Kat wearing in that photo. 

  She walked on, silently cursing her status, but then with a rush of blood, turned and walked back. She pushed the door. Damn it was locked! She pushed again and again, but still nothing. Was it closed? the sign said open, she thought about turning away, but knew if she did she would reveal herself to any passer by.  Then she saw the little buzzer. BUZZ FOR ENTRY it read.

  Recognised or not there was no point in turning away, after all, she had clearly been seen by everyone on the street trying to gain access to the shop. She pressed the button. The few seconds that passed seamed like a lifetime but finally the door buzzed open and with a sense of deep relief over riding her fear, she entered.

     As the door closed behind her she found herself in a new world. She had never experienced the unique aroma of a fetish wear shop before and nor had she seen such an array of astonishing outfits.

  She remained still for a few moments. Through in an adjoining showroom she saw the curtain of a dressing room part and a beautiful brunette step out wearing a stunning skin-tight red latex gown which enclosed her superb body from bust to knee, before flaring out to brush the ground in an elegant fishtail. As the brunette looked in the mirror, smoothing her hands down over the shiny material, she was joined by another older lady in a simple all black outfit, who circled her with expert eyes.

 Then seeing Alie, she waved, “I’ll be with you in a moment ,please take a look around”.

  Feeling like a fish out of water, Alie Neuman, took a deep breath and pulling her eyes away from the scarlet clad beauty, began to slowly walk about the warm little shop. 

  Down one side was a row of beautiful mannequin dolls, each dressed in a fetish variant of a classic uniform, one was in a green latex nurse uniform, another in a skimpy black PVC maids dress and another in a deep blue rubber PC uniform, complete with cap. Behind them were rows of shoes in every colour and style, all of which were finished with staggeringly high heels.

  The remainder of the shop space was filled with a myriad of skirts, blouses, dresses and pants, all in he shiniest of rubber, PVC and leather. 

    As nervous as a schoolgirl, she took a few steps deeper into the shop, her fingers lightly daring to touch a blouse fashioned from shimmering plum latex. It felt cool and smooth.

   “Now how can I help you?”, 

  Alie turned to the shop assistant who had bid her welcome. She was tall and slim and although she must have been well into her mid 50s, was quite stunning. He possessed sparkling green eyes, full deep glossed lips and hair which although perfectly silver grey, was immaculately enstyled to frame her smiling face. Dressed in a simple yet classic outfit of black puff sleeved blouse over a black knee length pencil skirt, black stockings and rapier like heels, she would have been a stunning sight wherever she was, but right now, standing in the centre of her small, well lit boutique, she was spellbinding, especially as her entire outfit was fashioned from impossibly shiny latex, transforming her every elegant step an act of pure sensuality. She placed one hand on her hip and allowed the shops lights to play across the latex’s ultra polished surface. She smiled at her customer’s startled gaze. "Hello, can I help you?”.

  “Oh yes, I’m sorry. Good morning”, Alie stammered stupidly, as if awakening from a dream, “um….I was looking for a pair of those shiny leggings that are all the fashion right now?”

“Oh how wonderful, latex or Vinyl?”, the assistant said, “and Please tell me they are for you and not your daughter or niece”.

   “Well, um, Latex actually….”, she, felt herself blush, she felt like a naughty schoolgirl buying her first bra,. “and y..yes they are for me”.

  “ Oh thank goodness”, the assistant said, a friendly hand reaching out and patting her arm, “It is so nice to meet a fellow, if you will forgive me, mature lover of latex”.

  Alie shook her head, “Well to be honest I’m not really”, she said, “I’ve never worn latex before and I’m not sure how it will feel”. 

  The beautiful assistant smiled and looked her client up and down,  “well with legs like yours they will look amazing and I promise you, they will feel just as good”.

  Alie looked down and smoothed her hands over the tight denim jeans she had chosen to wear. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you”.

   The charming assistant introduced herself as Ava, the shops owner and thanked her wide eyed customer for visiting her fetish wear shop, “It’s a small town and I don’t really get that much business, mostly online, but thanks to this new trend in leggings, things are looking up” . 

  Flushed with a sense of relief at not being laughed out of the shop, Alie felt her self relax a little. “I’ve passed here a few times, your window is quite striking, especially the new mannequin in that black gown”.

 “Ah yes, that is pure latex couture £2000 and a little change”.

“Wow, that is steep”.

 Ava laughed, “Don’t worry, it is a very special item, I promise leggings are a lot cheaper. Please come”

  She led her client up a narrow flight of stairs and into a second room. As the climbed Alie found herself looking straight at her hosts bottom in its shiny second skin and couldn’t help but be hypnotised by the stretching of the liquid like latex across her thighs. 

 “You have a lot of …er..nice stuff” She said, on entering the second floor showroom, relieved to be back on eye level with the shop owner. 

  “Thanks, I like to specialise in the more, normal, end of the fetish spectrum. I mean bondage and things are fine, I love all that, but I like to think I am bringing latex more into the mainstream with my little shop”. 

Smiling warmly Ava drew her client over to a display.

   Now Alie found herself before a rail of gleaming latex leggings, a half mannequin to her left displayed them to perfection, the material stretched tight allowing the spotlights to reflect of their mirror like finish.  

    Ava slipped a pair from the rail and held them out to her clients, rather nervous, touch. 

   “We have most of the colours and a few metallic in light blue and red, but to my mind you can not go wrong with classic black”. 

  Alie took the hanger and held the leggings out before her. Free of the control of the mannequin the latex seemed to ripple and flow, the lights now sparkling on them like sunlight on a lake. Alie swallowed. “What am I doing here”, she thought, “I’m a 50 year old woman  not a teenager”.

  “Not sure?”, the shop owner said, with a smile.

   “No not really”, Alie half sighed, “Maybe I’m not a latex person. I can’t imagine wearing them”.

  “It can be a bit unnerving, but as I said you do have the legs for them”, the owner said taking the hanger and holding them up to Alie’s waist. “The trick is to see them on a real person, then you would really appreciate, them. The way they stretch and fit, the way the light reflects, they really come alive once on. In fact, If you can wait, my Saturday girl is wearing a pair today and when she is free I’ll, get her to come up”

   “No no”, The ever increasingly nervous woman said, “Really that’s ok I have seen them on……well, a friend of mine…younger friend…er colleague, er actually, I saw her wearing a pair and she looked…..and….”

   “And you thought Wow, gotta try them, That’s great. Did your friend, describe how they felt on and everything?” 

   Again Alie shuffled uneasily on her heels, “No…well actually I never mentioned… she was with friends so I never spoke to her”

   “Well I will get her to come up and she will take you through it”

With that the woman turned away and as she did Alie tensed as she came face to face with herself in the mirror behind. She swallowed hard as, for the first time, her situation had suddenly become clear.

     There she was, 50 years old, in a fetish shop, intent on purchasing a pair of Latex Leggings, leggings which she knew darn well she would never wear, just because she has some silly crush on her office intern. What the Hell was she doing? This wasn’t her, this wasn’t the smart, career driven woman, who so many saw everyday, her sleek and tailored style part of her public persona. This was the irrational behaviour of another, this was not Alie Neuman she knew.

   Then from the staircase marked Staff Only she heard voices and something that stopped her heart.  

  “Kat?, would you come up please”. 

 “Sure Ms Green, I’ll be up in a few mins……..No Worries”.

  Kat? Alie’s stomach knotted. Sure, Kat was a common enough abbreviation for the name, but No Worries?…….No worries, It could have been her assistants Catchphrase, the phrase she so readily used when accepting every instruction she had ever given her. Alie trembled……It was Kat!

     Gripped now by a panic she had never felt before, Alie Neuman looked about the showroom for an exit, but there was only one and with the sound of approaching foot steps upon it , she knew she was trapped .

   “Kat, looks gorgeous in leggings, she has got a wonderful figure”. Ava said on her return, before noting her clients sudden nervousness. “Is everything OK?”

   She did not know what to say, what was there to say and before she could think of anything, she heard that soft voice at the entrance to the showroom.

  “I have put the double buzzer on the door, Ms Gr…” Kat’s voice trailed off as Alie turned to face her. “Ms Neuman?”

  Now it was her voice’s turn to fade away, for Alie’s power of speech was taken by the sight of her secret little fantasy, dressed in the most stunning of outfits. The skin-tight, mirror smooth, leggings, which moulded to her legs and bum like a coat of gloss black enamel, were teamed with a cute, bright red and black trimmed tee shirt, which clung about her firm boobs as if it were melted on and which clearly defined her little nipples as sweet little peaks.

   “Er, H…hello Kat”, she said, feeling her face glow deep red. “I…I did not know you ..Worked ….here”. 

  Kat smiled.

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   Alie sat in her car, she felt she should slide down in the seat as a police car cruised by. After all it was 10.30, every shop in the street was closed and locked and in darkness. All that was except one. One shop was closed and locked, but it was not in darkness. Alie took another deep breath, but yet again her heart would not stop is crazy rhythm. 

  She was excited like never before, but in the same breath utterly terrified. What was she doing there, it was crazy, she had been drawn back there not for the thrill of being dressed in Latex, she did not care about that, silk satin, cotton or Latex she did not care. No she had been drawn back there for the chance of a glimpse at a girl, a girl young enough to be her daughter. 

  She shifted in her seat, the smooth Latex of the legging so tight across her, she could feel the moisture from her sex spreading beneath. She looked down, her lacquered fingertips gleaming against the polished material, then back up at the shop to where the light shone in the utter showroom, her stomach fluttered, “What was she doing?” 

   Then in the darkness of her car she felt a wave of shame flow through her. Yes she wanted to feel Kat’s touch again, yes she desired her, but it was wrong, silly stupid and wrong. The car key, turned in the ignition.

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    That Monday morning dawned like any other and Alie Neuman prepared herself for another working week. She bathed, styled her hair, applied her make up and dressed in her usual elegant style. After a drive to work, which passed as uneventfully as ever, she entered the building and with a pleasant “good morning”, to everyone she saw, reached her office at the end of the carpeted corridor. 

  She closed the door and slumped in her seat. “God this was going to be embarrassing”

  No one in the building would have imagined that less than 48 hours before she was being helped into a pair of skin-tight latex leggings by the young lady who had worked as her assistant for the past 3 month. But those were the facts and she knew that by the end of the day she would have to bring the subject up.

 In fact she knew exactly what time this would happen and as she looked at the tiny well-crafted clock which sat on her desk, she wished it would count the minutes slower. But the tiny clock failed to obey.

  ‘TING, TING, TING’. The  delicate chime sounded and moments later the distant town hall clock confirmed the time. 4 am

  Alie’s heart began to pound, she knew that within the next few minutes, the beautiful young assistant would come down the corridor, everyone would greet her and then she would stop, smooth her skirt and knock on her office door.

  She waited, she did not move, her mind; her skilled and trained mind could not find the words to open the conversation. She looked at her watch and then at the clock, minutes had passed. She waited; perhaps Kat had not come in to work today. Her hand reached for the telephone, she knew that even without Kat another member of staff would have to bring her the news feeds she required. Her finger hovered over the dial.

  “Hi Kat”.

Alie looked up. Through the glass wall of her office she saw Kat approaching, the jolly and happy greeting repeated as she pasted each of her colleagues on her way to her door. However it was immediately clear this was a very different Kat.

  Today, she was even more beautiful than ever. Her hair was tied back in a simple high ponytail to display her exquisite features, features which, unlike their usual fresh natural appearance, were today highlighted with deep rich colours transforming the pretty assistant into a very sexy young woman. However it was not just that, for today, complimenting her usual crisp white blouse, she was wearing leather pants, tight burgundy red leather pants. 

‘KNOCK, KNOCK’.

    Stumbling to take in the vision beyond her door, Alie  fumbled and mumbled, composing herself as best she could

‘KNOCK, KNOCK’. 

   This was it. She took a breath “C….come in”.

   “Good morning Ms Neuman”.     

   “Good mor…, erm. Hi Kat”, the older woman replied in as calm a tone as she could create. “you …you look very nice today”. She added pointlessly.

    “Awww Thanks, hope you don’t mind but I got the same colour nail polish you were wearing on Saturday”, the young woman said with a wiggle of her fingers. “and then I realised it went so well with these pants, so I thought why not” 

  “No ,no not at all you look…it… it all you…you..they looks lovely on you”. There it was, the way to bring up the subject, but in an instant of strangled verbiage it had gone.

   “Here are the files”, Kat drew closer and placed the file on the wide oak desk. “The worlds and nationals are in there too”.

   Alie, looked down and fumbled with the file, she knew she had to mention the event of Saturday morning, but still the words would not come. 

   “Um, BT and Sky inserts?”

    “At the bottom”. The young woman stepped round the desk, instantly bathing Alie in her warm perfume and flipped the file open. “There they are, all in top down”.

   “Oh yes thank you Kat”.

Now the girl moved closer.

  “They are all there, including the super bowl stuff”. 

Now the girl  remained close.

   “The PGA was not listed yet”

Now the girl did not move away.

     “Yes, very good as usual”, Alie paused and took a breath, her head filled with Kats perfume. Now was the time……."Kat. I was….”.

    “Did you wear your leggings?”, The young assistant asked out of the blue,whilst turning the page of the file with plum glossed fingertips. “They did look ever so nice”. 

   Alie felt her self tremble, the brief moment of control taken away again. “Um thank you Kat, but…but no I er…..no I did not put them on”.

 “Oh why?”  The young woman again turned the page, as if just to give some reason for her being so close. “You looked amazing and I never knew you had a tattoo”.

  “I.. it was a bit of a whim. Latex, I mean, not the tattoo, but so was that… but that was when I was at…. No I don’t, did not really….”,with her tongue feeling three time bigger than usual, Alie took a breath, “…..I’m sorry I did not know you worked there, or I would never have…..”

  “But what about the panties? The heels look amazing by the way, I saw them under the desk as I came in, But what about the panties?”

  Again, her attempt at control was stolen and this second question stopped her short, not just because of the answer she had to search for, but because of the question had been so softly whispered into her ear.

  Helpless to form an answer Alie’s silence was deafening.

  “You are wearing them…..aren’t you?” Kat breathed

   “I …what you said in the dressing room…..what you asked me…..I……I lied….I .. I have never been….had never been with a woman before…..I’d have never even imagined being with a woman until…..until you”

    “Alie……Are you wearing them?”

  Alie Neuman paused, then with lowered eyes replied. “No”

   “I see, that is a shame”, Kat Palmer-Cavendish’s response was cool and calm, she stroked a finger across the back of Alie’s hand as it rested on the mouse. “Because if you had, I would not need to do this” 

  Out of the blue, the young assistant took up the near empty coffee mug from the desk and poured it remaining contents onto Alies skirt. For a moment there was a shocked silence, but then with a smile, Kat straightened from the desk and in her usual sweet tone gasped aloud, “Oh No! I am so, so sorry Ms Neuman, oh no!”

   Alie’s heart skipped in shock, though her tone was sweet and light, the look in Kats eyes was utter control and a moment later the door opened.

    “What’s up?” It was Nick one of the mid news team, along with 3 other faces

    “Spilt coffee on Ms Neumans skirt” Kat replied in her best helpless tone.

     “Is there anything I can do?”

  Kat allowed herself a smile, Yes she thought, I bet you would like to help dry her off .

     “No no Nick it’s fine, Alie replied, attempting to display some kind of control over the situation, “We’ll sort it out. Maybe just buzz the studio and tell them…… tell them something, I might be late, but don’t say about the coffee, it was just an accident not Kats fault. Thank you. Would you close the door after you please”.

  The group departed and the door closed, 

   “Kat”, Alie snapped, “I am on air in 30 minutes”.

  “Oh dear”, the younger woman purred, turning the blinds to isolate the office from eager eyes, her voice mixture of helplessly sweet and mockingly seductive, “We’ll just have to find something else for you to wear instead, won’t we”. 

 With that and a coolly triumphant smile, she slowly began buttoning her leather pants. 

   If there ever was such a thing as an inaudible gasp, it went round the room the moment Alie Neuman stepped from her office. However, the fact that the gasps were silent, detracted nothing from her embarrassment, not that she allowed it to be shown, her cool, business as usual, persona was in place, but the knowledge that everyone could see she now wore her assistants tight leather pants, made her body blush from toe to cheek.

  From waist up she was as restrained and cool as ever, dark hair up, trademark high neck jumper in place, however from waist down she looked as if she had been dipped in a deep wine red. So tight were the leather pants they moulded and flowed over her as if melted on and in a way they had been. They had been melted by the heat she had felt as Kat, ignoring her protests at them being a size too small , had stretched and wriggled the still warm leather pants up her body, smoothing them into place with firm insistent hands. 

    “Alie? You are on in……”, the voice of the floor assistant died in his throat the pair passed him in the door way. Alie, sleek, cool and confident  in tight leather and her nervous and embarrassed young assistant, wearing an ill-fitting coffee stained skirt  stumbling behind.

   It was a image of control she projected to many on their way to the studio, but further from the truth it could not have been. For Alie was not in control, with every step she burned with embarrassment and shame, knowing that others were staring at her and worse still knowing that the girl behind was also staring at her.

   At the turn, just before the studio doors, they stopped. Alie always stopped there, it was a ritual, a moment away from everyone else where she would stop and compose herself, prior to her first broadcast of the day. A moment she needed today, more so than any other.

   “Now relax, Alie, everything is ok”. The young woman’s tone was soft and caring, loving almost, like a kind Aunt. “You look great, don’t worry, after the initial wide shot, 2? 3? Seconds tops, it’ll all be waist up as usual and the lectern will cover from there down. You will be fine ok?”

  “Yes, thank you Kat. Ok I’m Ok” Alie nodded and took a breath, deep and calming as she usually did. It would be Ok, Leather was the fashion and so it would surprise a few people, but they would get over it. No she was good at this, at her job and nothing was going to phase her.

   “Ms Neuman 5 minutes”. Came the announcement 

  “There you go Alie, everything is ready. Now one last thing”.

Suddenly and without warning the girl pressed her palm into Alie’s crutch, squeezing into the soft mound of her pussy, naked beneath the tight leather, making the startled woman gasp aloud. 

  “How dare you call me Kat when we are alone?” the young woman hissed, her voice low and laced with controlled fury. “How fucking dare you. Surely you have not forgotten?”

  “N…..no, Please”,  Alie gasped, not a stifled gasp, but  an uncontrolled gasp, one clearly audible to anyone close by.  

  “No please, What?” Kat said, her hand tightened over the leather smooth pussy. Pressing, squeezing.

    “Mistress…..Mistress, please Mistress”

   “Good girl, see not so hard. Now do you recall what I said I was going to do to you if you ever forgot to address me correctly?”

    Alie’s eyes widened at the question. “Put…put me…put me on…”

  A squeeze from her mistresses hand silenced the woman “No don’t say it, just think about it, think what I showed you, remember what you saw….do you remember? In the back of the shop, you remember the sounds she made”

  Alie nodded, nodded and drew her breath deep, the feelings radiating from the girls instant touch drawing heat into her body, mingled with the images in her mind. Yes she remembered, how could she forget. 

    Ms Neuman 4 Minutes 

  “Good, think on it, because that will be you…….this afternoon”

  Alie gasped, half from the implication of Kats statement and half from the sudden rotation of the girls hand on her sex.

   “What do you think of that?”

   “No….Pl…..please Mistress, not…..yes Mistress I…..”

  Kats hand increased its demanding caress. 

Ms Neuman 3 minutes 

   “Please stop…..Mistress please, I can’t th…..think”.

Kat smiled, she could see the whirlwind in Alie’s face , her eyes, rolling and squeezing shut as she struggled to concentrate on anything but the smooth rotating touch on her sex.

  “Please….please”.

  “Please what?”Kat purred, her face close now to her superior “Please what? What do you want?”

   Her teeth gritted, her breath shortened, her skin glowed and body trembled, thoughts of what was to come tossed with the feelings of Kats touch, she gasped “Cum… cum…. please Mistress I need to cum. Make me Cum”.

   Kat smiled and her touch increased into a smooth rhythmic grinding manipulation, but it was not a cruel touch, but a sensual control, one without release.

 “two Minutes Ms Neuman, In position in two minute

The touch increased, Kats thumb finding it’s place, pressing, circling, caressing making Alie rise up on her toes and drawing her breath into short desperate pants and then………….. it stopped. 

  Alie gasped, her body tense she looked into her tormentors eyes eyes, her lips wet and slick parted in deep breath.

   “M…..Mistress?”

“Two minutes, didn’t you hear? That means you are live in Five”.

  “Buh….but Mistress please”.

  “Please Ms Neuman”. Kats tone was suddenly sweet and light, “I would be failing in my duty not to get you to the studio on time”

 Alie stumped against the wall, heart pounding, sex humming, but the touch was gone, her release denied. “Please Mistress, Please I need to cum”.

   Kat paused, shifted her weight onto one heel and for a long moment stopped and gazed at the helplessly aroused woman before her, flushed and hot. Helpless, trembling. Beautiful. 

   “Oh very well” she sighed in mock defeat, “you may Cum”. 

 Quickly she unbuttoned Alie’s Leather pants , drew the zipper down  and smoothed her hand inside, greeting the liquid heat with a shocked “Fuck me you are wet”  

  Alie’s breath now deepened in expectation at her imminent release. A murmured  “Thank you Mistress” on her lips.

   However Kats touch was not directed at her sex, instead her delicate fingers toyed with the slick wet inside of the pants, manipulating them softly. Then once satisfied she drew the zip up and buttoned them into place.

 “There you are”, Kat said, her tone once more that of a dedicated assistant “You are ready. Now, time to get into position”.

  Alie swallowed hard, she knew exactly what Kat had done, she did not have to question it, she could feel it the exposed leather seam was just nudging her sex and her heart began to pound. 

    Alie looked at Kat in dismay, searching for her mercy, she knew every movement would be torment, every movement a sensual and merciless torment, the ribbed leather seam a demanding secret lover on her already sensitised sex, pushing her to the inevitable climax

   But it was too late, the green light was flashing above the now open studio door and the slightly agitated floor manager had appeared and was beckoning them in. 

   “Take a breath”, Kat said, her hand on Alie’s back “Take a breath and stand upright”.

  It was a clear instruction and one that the increasingly distracted woman instantly obeyed. Immediately and to her relief, she felt the seam ease away from sex. She looked back as the smiling girl.

   “What?” Kat smiled, “God! did you really think I was going to make you Cum on live TV….get real. It’s just a game . Just breath, all you have to do is breath and stand upright behind the lectern for 7 minutes, 7 minutes without relaxing or fidgeting and it’s done. You’ll be Ok?”

   Alie nodded and exhaled a deep calming breath. 7 minutes, she could do that, just remain upright for 7 minutes. Another breath, she was calm.

   However all that changed the moment she stepped into the studio. 

  Her usual place in front of the monitors was in darkness, the lectern nowhere to be seen and to her horror the floor manager was instead leading her past the cables towards the sofa in the main area at the centre of the studio.

    “What’s…why am  I not?”

  “Thought you would be happier on the sofa today”, The floor manager said gesturing her to the edge of the sofa with his clipboard, “What with your ankle”   

   Alie shock her head “Ankle?”

  “Yeah Nick buzzed down, said you’d be late”, The man stepped back as the assistant came in to clip on her microphone. “ ……something about you turning your ankle”. 

  At that moment, the studio lights gave their usual pulse and the crew departed. For a second or two Alie hovered, unsure of what to do, staring down at the sofa and then back across the studio to where Kat stood , a genuine look of shock and sympathy on her face.   

   However, the dimming of the lights and confused looks from the crew and on her co-presenters faces made it clear she had no option and the moment she sat and the seam pressed home, her stomach knotted, for the fuse had been lit and nothing now could stop it.

    It had become a Meme within minutes , Gifs within hours, Spreading and multiplying with every click, with tags applied to it expressing every possible emotion. Uncontrollable and free. But was it real? Or was it fake. Was this really what had happened or was it just projected fantasy?……….

   ……….People noted It was midway through the Superbowl update, as she uncrossed her legs. The look on her face became kind of blank, distracted, disconnected. Her eyes unfocused and distant. The question posed by her co-presenter moments before ,ignored, forgotten.  

  However it was her lips, glossy and wet, one moment parted as if in breath, then pursed and tight that drew the eye to her discomfort. It was as if she were holding something in, suppressing something, controlling something, swallowing something down, something strong and powerful, something that …….demanded to be released. But swallow it she did, suppress it she did , deny it she did , holding it in, forcing it down until, with an almost imperceptible groan, a sigh and a satisfied smile……….. she set it free.