Inferno

Chapter 3 Virgil opens up to Annie

The text initalicsare Annie's thoughts; apostrophes indicate spoken words 'as remembered'.

Part 1.

Wednesday at 7:56 I logged into my virtual sex life / therapy session. At 8:02 a rearing black charger avatar popped up.

"Ahem," I typed.

"Traffic?.... sheepish emoji," came back.

"Thank you for being here," I wrote. "There's so much going on now, I feel kinda lost. I could always reach out to my Mom, even about uncomfortable things, but I can't now. My teenagers are up to their eyeballs with their daily crises, dramas and their own developing lives. Also, there are some subjects off limits they don't need to know about. My lack of affection and my non-existent sex life with my husband shouldn't be their concerns. I only have a few girlfriends, but they're married with their own families and their own issues, I don't want to be a burden."

"I am definitely not a therapist," Virgil replied. "I may be the least qualified person to give you advice. I do listen well though I've been told."

I considered how open can I be with this unknown man, I guess he's a man?

"I've never had a male friend other than my husband," I wrote. "After the attack on my Mom, I thought that I didn't want anything to do with any man. Jerry and I met a few months into my junior year and with his gentle calmness and her support I found that I could trust him and eventually love him. We were good for one another. I led him a little and he gave me stability."

"Tell me about you and Jerry," he wrote. I noticed that his questions were not questions. They were directives.

Taking a deep breath, I wrote, "The main issue I have now is that Jerry seems to be distracted from me and our marriage. Everything is about work. For the last 3 years It's 7-9 five days a week; during the tax season it can be 7am-Midnight, 7 days a week for 15-20 weeks. There's no 'us' anymore."

"As tough as it was 15 years ago when we were first married, we had love and passion all the time. I had a man in my bed every night that thought my body was the most beautiful thing ever created. He would do everything and anything I asked. I gave him the full tour and showed him how everything worked. It was wonderful being 25."

"Now I'm 39 and I get pecks and one-armed hugs."

"I've pretty much ruled out extra-curricular sex on his part unless he's a genius at hiding it. I'm positive that he's not impotent from what I've found when doing the laundry."

"Counselling?" He suggested.

"Yes, we've discussed it," I wrote, "but he seems to feel that the whole process will be never-ending, it'll take too much time which he doesn't have.Myopinion is thathe'slooking at the cost effectiveness of the therapy; accountant-analysis.

"Are you thinking about stepping out of bounds, you are here after all here having virtual sex?" he asked.

"I don't think so, but... I feel very sexy and needy. I need Jerry to look at me with lust again, rip my clothes off and just take me any way he wants."God almighty, did I just type that?

"Would you do me a big favor again, please?" I typed

"You'd like this conversation deleted as well?" came back the reply.

Interesting wry humor in his words."Yes... please."

"I promise."

"Jerry and I have set up a date, woohoo, for Friday night where I'm going to ask him point blank if he's lost interest in me and why," I wrote.

"I'm going to seduce him to take him back 15 years to when he couldn't keep his hands off me. I hope he opens up. I hope I get laid at the least. But I've got to know what's going on these past 3 years, why the affection and lust disappeared."

I changed the subject,

"I've done an awful lot of soul-baring - thank you. Who are you and why do you care?"

"Well, since I'm going to delete this conversation anyway.... Virgil is my real name; I was a professional baseball player for 16 years, 13 in the Major Leagues. I had several very good years where I made quite a lot of money and my closest friend from childhood, William, is a financial wizard. He showed me how to invest it so that I'm secure for life."

My eyes opened wide while I was reading, WHAT? "So, if I may ask.... why are you a MOD on a BDSM / Kink website??"

"Because I own the place," he wrote simply.

WTF??? "How do you own a BDSM / Kink website and why?"

"It's easy," he wrote, "William, my friend, found the domain name, had it registered under one of my companies and we paid a programmer to write the code. It was simple, actually. Now, I just maintain it with part time help as the head honcho MOD. They feed anything questionable to me."

"Why?" I asked.

"I've always been very interested in the Power Exchange lifestyle. I personally find it highly erotic that one person will give up the power to protect themselves from harm, giving it to another person who thenmayintentionally inflict harm on theunprotectedone. Or, consider that from the time she is very young, a woman is taught to sit properly everywhere, buses, subways, offices, everywhere, with her knees together or one leg crossed over the otherblockingaccess to her most feminine areas. In a Power Exchange scene that very same woman may allow a complete stranger to spread her naked thighs wide openexposingher most feminine areas to any number of pleasant or even unpleasant actions."

"Her internal strength and her trust in her partner are what I find highly erotic."

I had read quite a lot of explanations, do's and don'ts, etc about BDSM but this simple personal explanation from Virgil made me catch my breath. Am I on a first name basis with this person?

My heart was beating faster and my nipples were hard and being irritated by my tee shirt. I hugged myself and shivered and pinched both nipples really hard. Oooooooo more shivers. I rubbed my tits and hugged them to get rid of the shivers and then put my left hand between my legs to cup my pussy. Damp.

"Are you still with me, Annie?" came across the screen.

OK, lighten the mood, "Yeah, I just had to rub one off."

"Spitting coffee on the screen... damn you." I laughed out loud.Being sexy was nice. I wish he would have shot something else at me, like on my face though. Slut that I am.

"Seriously, I said, I have to rethink what I think I know about BDSM and P/E. I thought it was all whips and chains. Tell me more about what you feel about how this happens," I prompted him. NowIwas directinghim.

Virgil replied, "What I've always found amazingly erotic is how two people who are interested in the D/s lifestyle will meet and test each other, build trust, develop a knowledge of the other person and then be completely comfortable in releasing & receiving all normal restraints. They don't have to be married, girlfriend / boyfriend, lovers or even committed in any way. They just must both feel safe and know that their partner will always protect them."

"Sometimes the people who want to 'play' are individuals, without a partner," Virgil continued, "then thesettingmust make the two playing together feel safe. TaDa, a BDSM website where two individuals can play in a safe environment, protected by MODs."

"It's a fenced-in adult playground," I added.

"Yep, it's been described like that many times," he wrote.

"Have you done it IRL?" in my typical directness.

A longer than usual pause.... "My wife and I were in the lifestyle."

Ow!!, '..were..' Where do I go from here?

Go for it. I remember he seemed to have felt my loss last week when I opened my soul."Did your wife pass away, Virgil?" I wrote.

Again, a longer than usual pause... "Yes, she and I were in an auto accident 3 years ago. We were T-boned on her side coming off the Atlantic City Expressway. She died in the car in my arms as we were waiting for an ambulance."

Shit, I didn't want to reopen that wound. Fuck."I'm so very sorry, Virgil." I'm sure that I had justopened a floodgate of bad memories.

"I was 22 when I met Lucia," Virgil typed. "I went to play winter ball in Venezuela after my rookie year. My manager suggested that more swings and more innings would help me develop. He said that I should look up one of his old teammates who he thought was a hitting wizard. Lucia was his daughter. After we met, I couldn't get her out of my mind, I ended up playing like crap, but I had met the other half of my soul. The following winter I went back and told her father that I wanted to marry her and bring her back to the States. He said OK, she said Yes, and I hit the hell out of the ball that Winter. The following September we were married. William was my best man."

"Lucia was a little older than me and little more knowledgeable about sex, love and emotions. I always thought it was her Latin heritage. She could make me hard just by dancing, by walking by me, with her perfume, standing naked in only her panties, swaying her hips in front of me letting me know that she still felt my cum inside her. Vixen, Slut, Whore she reveled in being all of thse for me. In bed she was ferocious demanding all of me, she was available to me all the time and at any time I wanted. She would try anything and everything I suggested was, 'Si, Yes, Si.'"

I felt a pang of desire shoot through my pussy as Virgil described his love life in his 20's. I remember being so desired that the whole world disappeared. It was only Jerry and me, his cock in my pussy and me lovingly holding on to him and squeezing him wanting to pull him in deeper and deeper until the feeling of his cock and my vagina became indistinguishable. We were one with each other. I would do anything for Jerry to get him in me, to open me, fill me and caress me from the inside. God, I needed thatright now, a real, live human male cock that was pushing at my entrance, needing to be inside of me. Oh, Fuck, Please Take me. I held my right breast and pinched my nipple and slid my fingers into my panties to tap on my clit. I jumped and let out a yelp as a short powerful orgasm blanked everything to red and orange as I lost sight of the screen. I looked down and saw my fingers in my panties and my belly and abdomen twitching as the waves broke through me. Uh, uh, uh, uh my hips tilted forward and opened to receive the cock that wasn't there. Ahhhhhhhhhh, Fuck Me!!, squeezing inside, a flood gushed between my lips, spilling out. I was making a mess.

Sight came back. Virgil was typing again. I had to catch my breath and remember where I was and what I was doing.

Virgil typed, "I had known about BDSM but I knew very little about PE. Together we opened new exciting ways to make each other excited. Little by little we opened door after door and discovered this scene that turned her on or this flogger that caressed her breast and yet bit her sharply or this position that left her embarrassingly exposed for use. Could she do in public what we did in the privacy of our home? Oooooo that made her tingle. Could she allow others totouchher while she was restrained? Would she be able to allow others to explore her body in intimate detail; men, women, handsome, ugly, fit, fat? Each new scene opened another new door that lead to another boundary that needed to be considered; 'if we let them, him, her do this what happens next?"

He added, "I told William that Lucia and I were 'exploring new avenues in our sex life'. I explained and found that he was also interested but when he had mentioned 'trying out something new' tohiswife and explained that it was BDSM, she freaked out and said absolutely NO!! There were a lot of dynamics around that rejection that he only told me about later.

"You and William seem to be very close. Even today?" I prompted.

"We grew up together in the same neighborhood in the Bronx, he replied, we were the same age. We went to same Catholic grade school with the same nuns, then the same Catholic high school for 4 years. We were and still are closer than brothers. I will always trust him with everything I have. He the same with me."

This was going to get too personal...."Did you trust him with your wife?"

A short pause..

"You mean did I let him fuck her? Yes; or"

"Did I let him flog her when she was naked? Yes; or"

"Did I let him tease her sexually until she came? Yes."

Whoaa, this is getting way out of control. My panties were soaked in my wetness. My hand felt like I had peed on it. I tasted it, nope, just me being me, horny, unfucked and dripping.

"Was that your choice to let him do these things or hers?"I had to know this answer.

"It was our decision together. In bed one night, Lucia suddenly asked me, 'William is closer to you than I am to you in many ways. Are you so close that you'd let him have my body to do whatever he wants? Or am I off limits?'"

He continued, "Now there's a bombshell of a question. Lucia was a submissive, she loved pleasing men with her body, every part and every orifice of her body could be used for her partner(s) pleasure. She was so thin and supple and yet so womanly with her flowing dark hair on her shoulders, framing a daring inviting face. People wanted to talk with her and enjoy her laughter and smile. Her eyes though were intense, 'Try me, Dare me.'

"To answer her question, I said, 'I trust William to keep you safe as much as I trust myself.' I told Lucia that and that she could trust William unconditionally."

She said to me that night, "William is so close to you, my love, don't you think that he should also have possession of me just as you possess me every night?" Another string played.

"Wow, just wow," I typed, "I have to tell you that this is so foreign and unknown to me that I'm sitting here with a soaked crotch, staining my nice leather chair."

"She liked to be teased at the top her thighs just before touching her pussy lips. One of her favorite tortures was to be tied so that she couldn't move then have me caress her belly and thighs and calves and thighs always but not quite touching her damp pussy, just edging her with the lightest brush of my fingers or tongue. She said that she thought that she could be edged for hours like that. She told me to tell William because she wanted him to tease her. One night he did just that. She was on edge for nearly 45 minutes until she screamed 'TOCAME, BASTARDO... TOCAME, TOCAME' he spread her lips and kissed her hards little bud fully out of it's hood and she went rigid. I covered her mouth with mine as she shook uncontrollably. It was like she was electrified. That's the vision I keep of Lucia, her releasing all control of herself to the two of us."

"In our PE playing at different places, we agreed on whom she might take into her body if the situation developed that way. If so, it would always be with proper protection, and I would always be keeping her safe. It wasn't scandalous in our marriage that she would service other men. She also was OK if I had sex with other women, in-scene, but we did not stray out-of-scene."

"Quite the swinging couple, I typed, did you keep a body count to see who was ahead?"Ewwwww, that was bitchy and cruel. Can I untype it?

He continued, "William came into the scene later after his wife had left him and their 8-year-old son together. She moved to Jamaica to be with her lover. William is very, very well off. He's brilliant, always has been, and he makes boatloads of money just by opening his eyes. Literally overnight he can make $Millions. His son Adrian is just like his father. Brilliant."

"Lucia saw and understood the threads and bonds of trust in the PE relationship as if they were strings on a lute. She also found it erotically enticing to play a melody on those strings. Her trust in me with her safety and pleasure was absolute, with no questions. A string played. A player might hurt her, but no one could damage her when I was present, and I was always present. Another string played. She loved to see the lust in my eyes or the player's eyes when she gave up control of her body. Another string played."

"Lucia and I and William set up this website. Lucia and I ran it as the Primary MODs," he explained, "All 3 of us enjoyed being in the lifestyle and we wanted others to enjoy it safely as well."

Part 2

"Tell me more about you, please," I asked.

"I was born and raised in the Bronx as I mentioned. I was better than OK in school, but I was really into sports. In the city that meant basketball. You can play basketball by yourself with just a ball and a hoop. We didn't have much, my father worked on the Transit System and my mother cleaned offices at night."

"I have two older brothers, a younger brother and sister. I met my fourth brother in 5thgrade. William was the new kid in class. He was in a scuffle with some other kid on the playground with William on top, both were trying to punch the other. William has always been taller, wider, heavier and stronger than just about everyone at any time in our lives. But to me it didn't look fair that the big kid was beating up the smaller kid, so I ran up and pushed him away. 'Sister Dominic, is going to beat you and then kick you out of school for fighting,' I said. He looked at me, deeply at me, for a long time, then he just turned away. I found out that the smaller kid had called him a 'N..... baby' because he was new and he the only black kid in our class."

"William is black?" I typed, "William is a black man?"

"Yes, I thought I mentioned that."

"It was true that Sister Dominic, the Principal, would have thrown William out of school, we saw it happen twice. Each time we heard about it William looked at me. His mother had saved up for 4 years to pay for the tuition at our school. She wanted him safe and off the streets under the care of the nuns, no matter how harsh."

"By the end of 5thGrade, he and I had become inseparable. For the next 7 years until we graduated high school, we just played sports, went to school and thought about sex with girls. Then we'd go to Confession on Saturday and start all over again. Surely, we were going to Hell."

"As much as I liked basketball and for all that I played it, everything changed when I saw a sign in the Spring of 6thGrade for baseball tryouts in Van Courtland Park at the end of the #1 train. My dad had been taking us boys to Yankee Stadium for years because he lived in the Bronx and the Yankees were the Bronx Bombers. It was as simple as that."

"He was more than happy to see me on a baseball field; he bought me a brand new baseball glove of my own for that tryout. That was special in our money-tight household, very special. I wanted to do well to show him that I deserved such a gift."

"I found that the baseball field was where I belonged. I had a strong throwing arm and I could hit any pitcher. Basketball was William's sport and baseball was mine. I got better and better throughout high school and paid back my dad for the glove when I showed him a Letter of Scholarship for full tuition, room and board to one of the top college baseball programs in the South."

"I was 2ndteam All American as a centerfielder in my junior year and 1stteam All American in my Senior year. The college draft was nothing like it is today, but I was picked in the 2ndround with a nice little bonus check. My mom and dad had lived their entire lives in apartments owned by others, for almost 60 years. I used most of my bonus check as a down payment on a house of their own on the Jersey shore. The 5 of us kicked in every month and paid their mortgage until they passed away."

"Did you know that you were a deviant and a pervert in high school and college? Tongue-out emoji," I typed.