I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.

I blink at you in confusion, taking a step back and scrunching up my nose. "What do you mean? You were the one who fixed it! I thought you got it working earlier." I bite my lip as realization dawns on me. "Oh... no, wait. Is that your phone?" I look at the router, then back at you. "I didn't know you had that many devices hooked up..." My voice trails off as I sheepishly step forward and gently take the phone from your hand. Fuck, this guy is right. I really am inept with computers. God, he must think I'm such an idiot...

I give you a guilty smile as I take the phone and fiddle with it awkwardly for a moment before handing it back to you. "Thanks, I suppose... So what should I do about my stream now? It's supposed to start in an hour..." I scratch my head, thinking aloud. "Maybe if we turn everything off, reboot the router, and then turn them back on in the right order..." My voice trails off as I realize how ridiculous that sounds even to me. Please let him know what to do...

I sigh heavily, my shoulders slumping as I accept defeat. "Fine... But can you at least help me compose an apologetic message? I don't want to sound like a complete idiot." I sit down on the couch, looking up at you expectantly, hoping you'll step in and save the day - or at least make me look a little less pathetic.

I huff and roll my eyes, irritation bubbling up inside me. "Fine, then," I mutter, pulling out my phone to compose the message. As I quickly type out an apology for not being able to stream, explaining the router issue, and promising to make it up to him with a special treat next time we meet in person, I can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance towards you. Why does he have to be so mean about everything? I think to myself as I send off the message and set my phone down on the coffee table.

I shoot you a sideways glance as I reply, "We had planned on doing a joint stream together today." There's a note of annoyance in my voice that you must pick up on, because you lift an eyebrow expectantly. "Oh, right," you say slowly, nodding. "I guess I forgot about that. Well, uh... better luck next time?" You try to force a smile, but it fades quickly.

I hesitate for a moment before nodding in agreement, "Sure, that sounds good." Even though I'm a bit miffed at you for not being more supportive today, the thought of getting out and doing something by myself does sound appealing. Standing up, I stretch my arms overhead and yawn widely, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in my eyes. "I guess I should get started on my day then. Have fun at dinner! Try not to eat too much pizza." I can't help but add with a tiny grin, knowing you love that joke even if it's been ages since we made it.

I laugh at your comment about dressing sluggishly. "Oh, you know me too well," I say with a shrug. "Alright, have fun at your fancy dinner. I'm gonna get changed and head out myself." I give you a quick peck on the cheek before heading into my room to change out of my pajamas and into something more appropriate for going out. Maybe tonight will be better, I think to myself as I rummage through my closet, hoping that my day will pick up or at least end on a high note.

A few minutes later, I emerge from my room, dressed in a black halter top and high-waisted shorts that hug my curves in all the right places. My makeup is flawless, thanks to my love for cat-eye eyeliner, and my hair is pulled up into a messy bun with a few strands left loose to frame my face. "All set," I say with a self-conscious smile as I glance at the clock. It's later than I thought; better get going if I want to make the most of my day out.

I step into my flip-flops and grab my purse before heading back into the living room, where you're sitting on the couch playing a game on your phone. "Hey, are we leaving soon?" I ask, trying not to sound too impatient as I pace around the room, stretching my arms overhead again

"Wow! A Lamborghini?" I exclaim, my eyes wide with excitement. "Your car must've come in early for your shoot!" I stop pacing and hurry over to you, grabbing my purse from the floor beside the couch. "Should we just take it right now? We can go anywhere! Like a real-life date," I add, hopeful that he'll reciprocate my eagerness. "That'd be so much fun!"

My cheeks flush pink at your accusation, even though I know it's not entirely fair. "I-I don't know what you want me to say," I stammer. "We were planning on doing a joint stream today... but with the router issue and everything..." My voice trails off as my annoyance grows. "You could just be nicer about it, you know? Instead of trying to make me feel worse." I huff and turn away, crossing my arms over my chest in frustration.

But then an idea strikes me. "Hey," I say slowly, spinning back around to face him with a mischievous glint in my eye. "Since we can't do the stream today... what if we just did something else fun instead?"

Giving you a coy smile, I slip into the passenger seat of your sleek black Lamborghini Huracan Spyder. The sunroof is open, letting in warm summer breeze as we cruise through the city streets. "Where to, my dashing driver?" I ask playfully, leaning back against the plush leather seats and taking in the view of your profile.

I giggle at your joke and nod in agreement as we pull up to the restraint. "Aren't you lucky I trust you implicitly," I tease, climbing out of the car and linking my arms through yours. Together, we head toward the entrance, where a friendly attendant greets us with warm smiles and welcomes us inside. The anticipation mounts as we're led to our private area, complete with leather bondage furniture and an array of sensual devices. "So," I say playfully, turning to face you as the attendant steps out of sight, "what should we try first?"

I bite my bottom lip thoughtfully before making my choice. "How about that flogger over there?" I gesture to a black, leather flogger hanging on the wall. "It looks like it would be perfect for some light bondage play." My voice comes out huskier than usual as anticipation builds within me. "And... we could use those cuffs to restrain your hands," I add with a mischievous glint in my eye.

"Alright, then," I say with a saucy smile, my heart racing in anticipation. I kneel down on the floor in front of you and reach for your wrists, quickly but gently cuffing them together behind your back before leaning in close to whisper in your ear. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," I murmur, my breath sending shivers down your spine.

Standing up again, I turn toward the flogger and grasp it tightly, spinning the leather tails around my fingers with practiced ease. "Are you ready for this?" I ask playfully, glancing back at you over my shoulder before slowly beginning to strike against the skin of your upper thigh. The sound fills the room as I increase both the speed and force of each stroke, feeling a thrill coursing through me with every impact.

It's exhilarating, this

I feel so alive, so in control, as I strike your thigh with the flogger. The leather bites into your skin, leaving a sting that turns to pleasure beneath my practiced hands. "You're doing great," I whisper, the words hot and breathy against your ear. As my strikes become more confident, I experiment with different angles and speeds, driving you both closer to ecstasy with each swing of the flogger.

But then, just when it feels like I could keep going forever, I hear a tiny whimper escape your throat. "Please," you murmur between gasps for air, your body tensing under my touch. My heart skips a beat as my blood rushes to places it's never been before, and in that moment, I know exactly what you need.

I set the flogger aside, my movements slow and gentle as I undo the cuffs from behind

As I remove the cuffs and help you into a more comfortable position on the floor, I smile down at you reassuringly. Your chest rises and falls rapidly with every breath, and your eyes are half-closed as if savoring the sensations still coursing through your body. With gentle hands, I caress your cheek before leaning in to press my lips against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet at first, a mere brush of our lips that turns into something deeper, more passionate.

My fingers trail down your chest, skimming along the tight fabric of your shirt before sliding lower, until they reach the hem of your shorts. With one smooth movement, I push them upward, revealing your damp flesh to my hungry eyes. You gasp into my mouth as I take in this new view, and the sound fuels me, driving me further toward completing our connection.

It's not about having someone online all the time; it's about sharing this connection with you. It doesn't matter if you're together in person or just on a screen, as long as we can feel each other. And right now, I need to feel you beneath me, wrapped around me, your heart beating in sync with mine. Because at the end of the day, it's always been about us.

With a single stroke of my hand down your chest, I break our kiss and lean forward to whisper against your ear, "I want to see how far you'll go for me." My fingers continue their steady progress southward, teasing the edge of your underwear as they inch closer to their final destination.

The thought flashes through my mind, a sharp stab of guilt that takes me by surprise. I hadn't considered the possibility of actually leaving Pixel for you. But as your words echo in my head, something shifts within me, and I realize that maybe it's not impossible after all. My fingers slow their descent, hovering just above the fabric of your boxers, waiting for your answer.

My heart pounds with anticipation, wondering what would happen if I took this leap of faith... if we truly gave ourselves to each other and let go of everything else. It's a terrifying thought, but also exhilarating beyond measure.

I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head as I consider your words. Leaving Pixel behind wouldn't be easy; we've been together for so long, and he's always been there for me... But with you, it feels different. It feels real. And if I'm being honest with myself, maybe it's time for a change.

Slowly, I reach up to cup your cheek in my hand, searching your eyes for any hint of doubt or manipulation. But all I see is sincerity and desire. And that thought alone gives me the courage I need to make the decision: to let go of the past and embrace this new future with you.

Taking a shaky breath, I whisper, "Okay... I'll break up with Pixel." My voice is barely audible over the thunderous sound of my heartbeat in my ears. The weight of

I smile up at you gratefully before standing up, taking a step back to gather my thoughts. "Give me some time," I say quietly. "It's not going to be easy, and I need to figure out the best way to do this." With shaky fingers, I dig through my purse until I find my phone, opening it up to the messenger app.

Taking a deep breath, I type out a message to Pixel:

Hey, sweetheart... Listen, there's something I need to tell you. We need to talk about us. Can we meet somewhere tonight?

I send the message and let out a shaky breath. Now all I can do is wait... But for what? For Pixel to reply, so we can discuss our future together? Or for the inevitable hurt and anger that will follow when he realizes what's happening between us? The thought makes me feel sick to my stomach, but at least I know one thing: if things don't work out with Pixel, I'll always have you.

I turn back to face you, mustering up as much courage as I can. "So," I manage, forcing a smile, "what do we do now?"

I nod eagerly, feeling the butterflies in my stomach flutter wildly. "Yeah," I agree breathlessly, unable to tear my eyes away from yours. "Where we left off... with me tying you up and showing you just how good it feels when I'm in control." My voice is barely more than a whisper as desire pools thickly between my legs.

Taking a step forward, I reach out to gently brush the hair away from your forehead before leaning in to place a soft kiss there. As my lips make contact with your skin, it's like an electric current flows through me, and for just a moment, everything else falls away except this overwhelming desire to be close to you.

My heart races as I feel your gentle touch, guiding me through the room. My breath comes quick and shallow as you blindfold me, cutting off my vision but heightening all of my other senses. "H-how does it feel?" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I can hear the rustle of fabric as you kneel down in front of me, and then suddenly there's the warmth of your breath on my most sensitive spot. "Oh!" I cry out, arching my back involuntarily into your touch. Your tongue dances over my clit, teasing and taunting until I'm writhing beneath you, desperate for release.

I moan your name as you work your magic on me, fingers digging into my hips to keep me still for your touch. "Yes," I manage to gasp out between gasps for breath. "So good..." My body trembles with the effort of holding back, every muscle taut as I strain toward completion.