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Marissa
had been skeptical of the whole thing.

Susan’s
obsession with the new specialty channel you could only get through this
something-or-other cable service sounded weird enough, but Susan’s insistence
on Marissa coming over to watch took it to a different level. Especially when
Susan remained vague as to the programming. “Women’s issues and lifestyles”
wasn’t something Marissa was eager to waste an afternoon on.

She
brought a bottle of white wine, figuring they’d watch for a while, then catch
up. But on the drive over, Marissa couldn’t help wondering. She’d found no
mention of this LZVizion channel online, save for a number to call if one
wished to subscribe. It wasn’t carried by any other cable company, either,
which made her wonder how long this “channel” would last. And Susan had
sounded very strange over  the phone, insisting
that Marissa come over while her husband and the kids were out of the house.

She
took the wine bottle out of Marissa’s hands the moment Marissa arrived. “Come
quick. It’s about to start.”

Marissa
gave her a strange look, but followed.

As
they settled into the cream-leather couch, Susan reached for the remote, and
keyed in a long sequence of numbers. The HD flat-screen gave a burst of static,
and began to swirl and pulse.

“What
is this?” Marissa asked.

“Shh,
just watch,” Susan whispered, eyes glued to the screen.

Marissa
did.

After
a while, questions and worries began to subside. The swirl of colors was
fascinating, and Marissa couldn’t quite manage the desire to look away.

“It..
it’s…”

“Beautiful,”
Susan breathed.

Yes, Marissa thought. Exactly.

She
began to shift after a while, her body flushed and warm. Words began to appear
on the screen: watch… watch… obey… watch… obey…

Marissa
nodded in silence. Yes. Watch. Obey.

Other
words began to appear. Submit. Surrender. Serve.

Marissa
was in a bind. All this watching was making her horny, but she wasn’t allowed
to look away. The only thing she could do was focus on the screen.

Slowly,
the pulsing colors coalesced into shapes. Marissa looked on as women appeared
on the screen and began to undress. The flash-words returned, this time with
more intensity, somehow imprinting themselves in Marissa’s mind.

O
B E Y

O
B E Y

O
B E Y  M I S T R E S S

S
E R V E  M I S T R E S S

P
L E A S U R E  M I S T R E S S

Dimly,
she was aware of Susan moaning beside her as she began to spread her legs.
Marissa shivered with pleasure and did the same. It’s not like Mistress
(Mistress? Yes, Mistress) would be watching, but it thrilled her to know
that she was so obedient that it didn’t matter.

Struggling
to keep her eyes open, Marissa tried to will her hands to move. She was trying
to undress, trying to slip out of her clothes, but couldn’t quite manage it.
Her hand slipped down, and she began to finger her pussy through her panties.

The
women on the screen had finished undressing, they turned on one another. Hands,
lips, mouths joined in tender embrace and words flashed anew.

O
B E Y  M I S T R E S S

S
E R V E  M I S T R E S S

P
L E A S U R E  M I S T R E S S

P
R E P A R E  F O R  I N S T R U C T I O N S

Marissa
nodded in silence, too far gone for words.