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II

Before their divorce, my parents had a huge library and I’d pick up books from the wooden shelves to read until late at night under my blanket. My Dad had a pretty impressive collection of comic books. Fred, Margerin, Tardi…All the classics were there as well as some more obscure stuff: punk fanzines, porn-sci-fi…

I particularly enjoyed reading the story of Gazoline & the red planet where the heroin – a sexy leopard – spends her apocalypse swallowing pills in the desert and raping soldiers with their own guns.

I remember a blow job scene with Gazoline’s well-hung Kangaroo boyfriend that procured my first sexual thrill. The scene is somehow anchored in my retina even years after, and I remember my dad’s preoccupation when he found out that the comics at the back of his book shelf were lying on the floor of my room. Anyhow after chatting with some older Australian and American guys, I started looking for people located in Berlin. This is how I found him. On Fetlife, you can see who just visited your profile: this is how he found me. Creatureofthenight didn’t lack a sense of humour which was surprisingly charming for a German guy. He’d first comment on my pictures saying he liked my style (fun enough for a close-up of my chest) before starting a conversation in the chat.

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

Hey beautiful, how come you’re still awake at this time of the night?

Gazoline (25, F, Sub)

Hmm, bored and horny, I suppose. What about you?

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

Same here, very awake and play-full. I like your picture. Can I ask your name?

Gazoline (25, F, Sub)

Lola, yours?

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

Very well Lola, do you want to play with me tonight?

As we were talking, I was wandering in his picture gallery. He was very skinny and looked a bit younger than 32, long-hair, make-up, androgynous. Not really what I was expecting of a Dom (I mean: what was I expecting??!) but cute enough.

Gazoline (25, F, Sub)

I’m here to play but you didn’t answer my question.

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

You’ll know my name on time, I’m looking for an obedient little slut: not here to answer your questions. From now on you will call me master.

I was about to tell him to piss off but he was still typing so I decided to play by the rules and went on scrolling his profile and gallery. He was in an open relationship, and seemed very much into wax.

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

Do you have some candles around?

Haha, spotted.

Gazoline (25, F, Sub)

I do…

I crawled to my bedside cabinet and I sat for a second on the edge of the mezzanine, above the room enlightened by a garland hanging from the bed. A log crackling in the stove broke the silence. I sighted with content. These moments of peace and loneliness were rare in the Hausprojekt I’m living in. We are 60 people sharing an old building with crumbling walls, which is great but exhausting. For once, I felt alone, I felt that the night belonged to me, that I could do anything I wanted to, and filled up with an uplifting sense of freedom, I lighted three candles and sent him a picture.

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

Very good. Now, wait for a bit. Are you touching yourself?

I slipped a finger in my panties, why not actually? I was already wet. With my other hand I answered back.

Gazoline (25, F, Sub)

I am now.

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

I didn’t ask you to do so.

Gazoline (25, F, Sub)

I’m sorry, master.

I felt the tip of my nipples hardening when he answered back.

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

Excuses are not enough. You gonna do something about it.

I really wanted to masturbate, but I waited patiently for his next message.

Creatureofthenight (32, M, Master.)

Take off your shirt. Raise a candle 20 centimetres from your chest. Pour the wax on your nipple.

Was I seriously gonna do it?