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Chapter 1

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The cabin was beautiful but isolated. It looked a little like a place one\nmight film a holiday Hallmark movie, James thought. Tall pine trees surrounded\nthe humble cabin, all lightly covered with white snow. This high up in the\nmountains there was already a layer of snow that crunched under his feet as he\nhauled his suitcase up the front steps of the cabin. There was a bite to the\nair and he shook snowflakes out of his hair as he unlocked the door.

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He pushed it open, finding the place just as cozy on the inside as it\nappeared on the outside. He supposed it would be the perfect place to get a lot\nof work done. It was deep in the mountains, away from any town, but close enough\nto cell towers that the internet was fast and reliable. The interior was\npleasant and homey with blankets thrown over the back of chairs, warm rugs, and\na fireplace with a stack of wood ready to go beside it. There appeared to be a\nmore modern method of heating as well, since the place was already quite warm.\nIt seemed like the kind of place someone’s grandmother would bake ginger spiced\ncookies in and sip hot chocolate while watching snow fall outside the windows.

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It was beautiful and James was already a bit bored. He settled in quickly,\nopening his computer to get a bit of work done before going to bed early—it had\nbeen a long drive.

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The snow that had been falling idyllically on his drive up into the\nmountains started to fall harder as James slept. It came down in thick flakes\nthat stuck to the window ledges and buried his rental car. By the time James\nwoke up, he was snowed in. By the time lunch rolled around, James became a bit\nalarmed that he might be snowed in for a while.

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His internet still worked, miraculously, but it seemed like his\ncommunication with the outside world was impacted by the storm. He was\nisolated, completely and utterly. It took less than one day for James to get\nbored of it. He found himself browsing the internet for porn, as one does when\nthey’re trapped in a silent snowy cabin alone.

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“Majesty Natalie,” he murmured, reading the name in the caption of the\nvideo. It read simply. Majesty Natalie says; watch this video. He figured he\nmight as well.

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She was cute, sexy, captivating in a way that the other girls he’d seen\nweren’t. She was latina\nand tiny, with big eyes that looked directly in the camera. He found himself\nplaying her video, even though it seemed like it might be more softcore than\nsome of the others he’d scrolled by. She wasn’t even naked in the thumbnail,\ninstead wearing an all white bodysuit that showed off just how small she was.\nHer small breasts and tight body were perfectly highlighted by the stretchy\nmaterial, her perky nipples pressing against the fabric. Her legs were bare and\ntanned, the crotch of the suit pressing against her in a way that made James’\ncock surge.

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“Hello,” Majesty Natalie said. It wasn’t how most porn James was used to\nwatching started, but he found himself drawn in. Her voice was a little high\nand bratty, and she practically pouted at the camera, pressing her lips\ntogether and raising her doe eyes to look right through the screen to James.\n“You want to touch yourself to me,” she said, and then she raised her hand and\nsnapped her fingers. “You like this,” she said, running her hand over her\nchest. It wasn’t a question. James liked it. He wrapped his hand around his\ncock. “Stroke yourself,” Natalie said, snapping her fingers again. She had tiny\nhands with thin fingers. James could easily imagine how they’d feel around his\ncock.

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Natalie continued to talk to him on the video, telling him what he should\ndo. And it did feel like she was talking to him, directly to him. There was\nsomething personal about the little snaps, something intimate about the way she’d\nroll her eyes like she had better things to do than tell him to stop stroking\nfor a moment. He groaned as she readjusted herself on the screen, pulling her\nleg in towards her chest and planting her foot on the mattress. She wore pale\npink sneakers on her petite feet.

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“Okay, stroke yourself again,” Natalie said, snapping and then moving her\nhand to her mouth, pressing her thumb against her bottom lip. It made James\nthink about what her bratty little mouth would feel like wrapped around his\ncock. He could feel his orgasm building. “Have I told you to cum?” Natalie\nsnapped and James flinched. “Say you’re sorry,” she commanded, snapping twice.\nSomehow she managed to sound both pouty and dominant.

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“I’m sorry,” James muttered. It was silly. He knew she couldn’t hear him.

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“You’re going to think of me all day,” Natalie said. “You’re going to go to\nmy site and watch more videos.” James felt like he might be hypnotized. He was\nconscious but all of his thoughts seemed to be filtered through Natalie. He\ncouldn’t stop watching, couldn’t stop listening to everything she said.

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“You can cum,” Natalie said, almost dismissively. James had been feeling\nlike he might just die if she didn’t let him soon. As soon as he heard that\nsnap he let go, thinking of Natalie as he came harder than he had in ages.

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“Fuck,” he groaned. He closed his laptop but opened it again a moment later,\njust to make sure the video was actually over.

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James felt a little haunted by Natalie. He wasn’t a porn addict by any means\nbut he was beginning to understand what it might feel like for someone who was.\nHe wanted to watch another one of her videos. He wanted to ignore the work he\nhad to do to watch another one. He wanted to skip lunch to watch another one.\nHe kept hearing her voice, hearing that snap, picturing her face. He shook\nhimself. This is weird, he thought. Being in this cabin alone is getting to me.

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He opened his computer again. One more couldn’t hurt.

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Chapter 2

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Outside the cabin the storm raged on. Online reports said it could last a\nweek, maybe longer. It was being called historic, possibly record-breaking.\nJames hunkered down, preparing for a long time in solitude. Once he discovered\nNatalie’s main website he quickly purchased a few of her videos. After all,\nwhat else was he going to do? And he knew he liked the content, or at least,\nhe’d liked the first one. It was a good distraction, something to occupy him\nwhile he was alone in the middle of nowhere.

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The videos were similar to the first, with Natalie talking to the camera,\ntelling him—directly, it felt—what to do or just chatting, showing off her\nbody. She was clothed in each, though James did treat himself to an expensive\nclip of her in only her underwear and in some of the videos she’d let him see\nher shoulder, her thigh, a tantalizing calf. All the videos he bought were\nholiday themed, a sort of holiday gift for himself, he reasoned.

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In each video, Natalie demanded things of him. She used that bratty voice of\nhers to make him feel demeaned and seen at the same time. Each time she snapped\nher little fingers together James felt his heart jump with adrenaline. He had\nto admit to himself that he was a little infatuated with Natalie. There was\nsomething about the way she rolled her eyes at the camera, the way she seemed\nimpatient and annoyed, that made him want to please her, to try and make her\nhappy. Everytime she spoke sent a little jolt through him and his cock\nresponded to both the sound of her voice and the way her tiny, tight body\nappeared on his laptop.

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“Bratty Winter Cash Drain” was the newest video he’d allowed himself to\npurchase. Well, Natalie told him to buy it, and that snap of her fingers\nafterwards had made him feel compelled to do so. He’d laughed at himself a\nlittle when he’d found himself pausing what he’d been doing (cleaning a dish)\nto head over to his laptop and do as she’d instructed. The clink of the glass\nin his hand had reminded him of that snap of hers. It was so silly. He was\nstill in control, he told himself. But it was fun to see how far he’d let this\ngo. He was enjoying himself. It was just for fun.

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In “Bratty Winter Cash Drain” Natalie was wearing a baggy sweater without a\nbra underneath, leggings, and slippers. The bagginess of the sweater somehow\ndid nothing to hide Natalie’s body, instead it showcased it, hanging off her\nnarrow frame in all the right places. Her nipples threatened to poke through\nthe knitted material but they were just hidden from sight. It was infuriating\nand tempting. The leggings made her athletic little legs look incredible. They\nhad a pattern of pine trees on them and when she rubbed her legs together\nplayfully James groaned.

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She was sitting on the edge of her bed, legs tucked to the side, leaning\nback on her palms. Seeing her in bed made James’ mind go to desperate places.\nShe was so small compared to the mattress. James couldn’t stop thinking about\nwhat she’d look like under him.

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“You know what makes me feel so annoyed?” Natalie said, wiggling her foot so\none of her slippers nearly fell off her foot. She was wearing a fuzzy-looking\nsock under the slipper but somehow it wrapped around her foot so tightly it was\nillicit, especially compared to the bulky slipper. “When I have to wear last\nseason’s clothes. Like I have so many people who watch my videos who say\nthey’re here for me, and yet these slippers—” she kicked one off, wiggling her\ntoes dramatically, “—are from last year.”

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She huffed out a frustrated sigh. Anytime Natalie made any noise James\ncouldn’t help picturing what she’d sound like taking his cock. He imagined her\nsighing in pleasure as he filled her tiny pussy. God, he wanted her. “You want\nto send me money to buy me new slippers,” Natalie said, still pouting. She\nsnapped her fingers. “You want to stop being such a gooner and actually focus\non what I’m saying,” she snapped again and James felt his cheeks redden. He\nhadn’t really been listening, too focused on imagining what her small tits\nlooked like under that sweater. He was being a gooner. “Say sorry.”

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“Sorry Natalie,” he mumbled.

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“Get out your credit card,” Natalie said. She hadn’t accepted his apology,\nnot yet. James already had the card saved in his laptop from the last time he’d\nspent money on Natalie. “Send me money. Now,” she added with a snap and a\nwhine. It was impressive how she could be both demanding and maintaining her\ncontrol. Her brattiness only made James want her more, only made him want to\nplease her the best he could. He sent her some money. Why not, right? “More,”\nNatalie whined. She untangled her legs and let her heels kick against the side\nof her bed, throwing a dramatic little fit. James couldn’t stop looking at her\nsocked feet. One of the socks had rolled down to expose an ankle.

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James gave her a little more money.

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“More,” Natalie said, snapping her fingers. There was less whininess this\ntime, mostly control, demanding. James gave her more.

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Okay, James thought. That’s enough for now.

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“More?” Natalie asked, raising a cute little eyebrow. She reached her hand\ndown casually and pulled her socks off like she was sick of wearing them,\nthrowing them aside. She pulled her knees up to her chest and curled her toes\ninto the bedsheets. James groaned. He could hardly really see her feet but just\nseeing the flash of skin and the shape of those toes… he gave her more money as\na thank you. He wasn’t even a foot guy. Well, he hadn’t thought he was, but\nnow, even as he closed the computer, he couldn’t stop thinking about Natalie’s\nfeet. He just wanted to touch them. He wondered what they’d feel like in his\nhands. They were so small.

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He needed to give his brain a break from Natalie’s videos. It was echoing in\nhis brain a little too much, her voice playing in his head, her body in his\nmind’s eye. He remembered the dish he’d abandoned part-way through cleaning it\nand forced himself to return to the task. His hands were soapy and the plate just\nneeded to be rinsed but he was distracted. He should send Natalie a little\nmore. He could practically hear her snap in his head. He dried his hand and\nflipped open his laptop. Just a bit more, then he’d put it away. He wasn’t\ngoing to get distracted by another video or anything else.

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But she’d uploaded something new. It won’t hurt to buy it now, James\nreasoned. He was already spending money, why not buy two things at once?

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You want to spend all your money on me, he heard Natalie say, but the voice\nwas in his head. He added the new video to his cart.

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Chapter 3

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James finally managed to pull himself away from Natalie to get a little bit\nof work done. Only a little. It was like he was haunted by her. As soon as he\nopened his computer he found himself typing in the address of her website.\nEverytime he stopped working for even a moment he’d hear her voice in his head.

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Fifteen more minutes, he told himself. Then I’ll take a break and watch a\nvideo. It was silly, but it was like he missed her. He wasn’t delusional or\nanything but he did think of Natalie as his online girlfriend a little bit. He\nhad to keep her happy like a real girlfriend. He had to buy her gifts. He had\nto get off to her. He hadn’t even thought about another girl since he’d\ndiscovered Natalie. It was like she was the only girl he needed. All of his\ndesires—conscious and subconscious—were fulfilled by Natalie.

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She had unlocked something in him. He’d never felt compelled with anyone the\nway he felt compelled by Natalie.

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“I miss her,” he said out loud, evidence that he was going stir crazy,\nevidence he shouldn’t be alone any longer. Evidence that he needed to see\nNatalie. He closed out of his work and checked Natalie’s page. He’d just\nrewatch one of the ones he’d seen already, he promised himself. But it was like\nNatalie was reading his mind and she’d uploaded something new, just for him.

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“Watch it,” he could imagine her saying, snapping her fingers. “Pay for a\nnew video. When you rewatch an old one you’re depriving me of your money that I\ndeserve.”

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James never wanted to deprive Natalie of anything. He clicked the new video,\npurchasing it instantly since he’d enabled automatic purchases on her site (by\nher request). It made it so he didn’t overthink things, just submitted to\nNatalie’s whim.

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“Cozy Sock Domination” was the name of the latest holiday-themed video.\nNatalie was lounging across a pristine white couch, her tanned skin contrasting\nwith the fabric. String lights on the wall behind her cast her room in a warm\nglow. James closed his eyes for a moment, imagining she was with him. He\nthought she’d probably smell like expensive lotion. Something tropical, maybe.

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He pictured her on the couch in the cabin, her socked feet in his lap. He’d\nmassage her feet while she talked to him. He thought about how they’d feel in\nhis hands, so small and warm and alive. Maybe she’d wiggle her toes against his\npalm…

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In the video she was wearing a teenie tiny little top and a black skirt to\nmatch. A patch of her smooth stomach was visible between her clothes. The way\nshe was laying made her skirt slide up her thighs, so much skin on display that\nJames felt his cock instantly stiffen. He freed himself from his pants,\nwrapping his hand around his cock as he took in her body. He could see her\nchest rise and fall with her breath. Her hair was done up in her typical\nponytails and she twirled one idly with a finger.

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James was so impressed by Natalie. The way she could be both laid back and\nauthoritative, bratty and in charge. God, he loved her. It was silly, sure, but\nhe knew it was true as she turned those doe eyes to the camera a full minute\nafter the video had begun. She was taking her time. She was making him wait for\nher. He would wait for her forever. Whatever she wanted he wanted to do.

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“Touch your little dick,” Natalie said with the customary snap. James had\nnever thought his dick was overly small before but once Natalie said it he\nthought it might be little after all. He felt guilty that he hadn’t waited for\nNatalie to tell him to start stroking himself so he sent her some money as an\napology.

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“You love being a stupid simp for me,” Natalie told James with a sigh, like\nthe fact bored her a bit. It was true. James had previously thought the word\nsimp was a little offensive, a little demeaning. He would have been insulted if\nanyone had called him it but from Natalie it felt like a compliment. Whatever\nshe wanted him to be he’d be. He was a stupid simp. He moved his hand up and\ndown on his cock, watching the way she shifted on the couch cushions, her skirt\nmoving to show more skin, different skin.

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“Imagine getting to touch me,” Natalie said, running her hand from the top\nof her fuzzy sock up her thigh, her hand moving painfully slow across her\nsmooth brown skin. James couldn’t stop imagining it. “Send me money,” Natalie\nsaid suddenly, snapping her fingers. It was a test of his obedience. He wasn’t\ngoing to fail. He quickly sent her some money. “Good,” she said but it was\nbarely praise, it was her acknowledging that he’d done his purpose\nsuccessfully, he’d met her expectation.

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She yawned and lifted one of her fuzzy feet, wagging it at the camera.

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“You can think about what it would feel like to have my feet on your lap,”\nshe allowed, wiggling her toes. “Me pressing my toes into your pubic bone, the\narch of my foot on your cock. You’d be so lucky. Do you deserve it?” With the\nhand that wasn’t bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm, James sent her\nsome more money. He wasn’t sure if he deserved her yet, but he was damn sure he\nwas going to try to be worthy of her.

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“You worship my feet,” she said, confident and bratty and bored. The snap\nwasn’t necessary to convince James but it helped make it fact. Yes, he\nworshiped her feet. “You’re such a pathetic little follower,” Natalie said.\n“You’d do anything for my tiny feet, wouldn’t you?”

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She rolled down the side of one of her socks and James groaned out loud, pre-cum\noozing from his stiff cock.

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“God, how sad,” Natalie said. “You’re going to cum without even seeing them,\naren’t you? You can’t help yourself.” Each fact was punctuated with her fingers\nsnapping. “You’re going to cum without even knowing what they feel like,” she\ncontinued, grabbing both her feet in her hands, touching them herself. James\nfelt dizzy with desire. “Cum,” she said with an annoyed sigh. “Now,” she added\nwith a snap. James came, letting out a heavy moan as he did so, shooting his\nload across his stomach. He was surprised by how much he came but Natalie had a\nway of making him empty his balls the way other women didn’t.

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“Thank you, Natalie,” he said as one last twitch of his cock sent the final\nbit of cum shooting from his cock.

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“Clean yourself up, you’re disgusting,” Natalie said. “You look like a pig\nliving in a pigsty. Gooner pig. Once you’ve cleaned yourself up, send me money\nto thank me.” Snap. “Then buy another video.” Snap. “Don’t disappoint me.”\nSnap. The tone of her voice made it sound like he already had.

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James cleaned himself up, feeling a little silly once the computer was\nclosed. He was aware that he was acting strange, but he felt almost drugged.\nFollowing Natalie’s commands felt good. Besides, he reasoned, what else was\nthere to do? It was like a game. He knew, logically, that he wasn’t her gooner\npig. At least, he was pretty sure he knew it. But he cleaned the cabin a bit\nanyway, thinking about what she might say if she saw it, imagining her there\nwith him. It was almost an unconscious choice and he felt embarrassed when he\nrealized what he was doing. It’s fine, he told himself. I’m only going to play\nalong until I leave here. Well, maybe I’ll still watch her videos, but I won’t\nget so into them, so obsessed. He was quite fooling himself, not anymore.

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Chapter 4

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It hadn’t snowed in a few days but the cold had kept the snow firmly in\nplace, not a chance of it melting and allowing James to leave. He was firmly snowed\nin and when he glanced out the window he noticed it had begun to snow once\nmore. He was feeling almost itchy from solitude and it was hard not to get a\nbit of cabin fever. Not knowing when his next moment of human contact would be\nmade James nervous. At least he had Majesty Natalie. When he watched her clips,\nhe felt less alone. When he played her videos, it was easy to forget his\nanxieties about being snowed in.

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She was his only connection to the outside world, but despite this, James\nfound he didn’t really mind. If he had to choose one person on Earth to be\nconnected to for the rest of his life, it would be Natalie.

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By midday, the fat flakes had started to fall harder and wind whipped the\nsnow around the windows, burying him in. He paid the extra fee to download some\nof his favorite videos of Natalie, just in case. But while he was still\nconnected to the internet he decided to try and watch as many clips as he\ncould. His work was completely discarded. It didn’t really matter, anyway. Not\ncompared to Natalie. He needed her to stay sane, he told himself. If he focused\non working he’d lose his mind. Natalie was his only savior. His goddess, his\nqueen.

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Winter Feet Worship was her latest video. Natalie was somewhere cozy, and\nthough it was luxurious and richly decorated and not much like his homey cabin,\nit made him imagine her there with him.

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She was wearing a soft-looking dress with long sleeves. It clung close to\nher body and ended at her knees where tall knitted socks decorated with\nsnowflakes covered her legs. A fire crackled behind her and James quickly\njumped up to start a fire in his cabin, too, wanting his environment to be as\nclose as Natalie’s as possible, as if making them similar could somehow make\nher appear through the computer and be with him.

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“It’s cold out here, isn’t it?” Natalie asked, giving a fake shiver that\nmade her hair, which she’d worn down for once, tucked behind her ears, tumble\nover her shoulders. He wanted to run his hands through it so badly. “Any idea\non how we can keep warm?” she asked, and James couldn’t stop imagining wrapping\nhis arms around her body, running his hands up and down her, warming her. She\ncurled her lip in disgust and snapped her finger. “Don’t be perverted,” she\nsaid. “As if I’d ever do that with you. You’re just a human wallet to me. You\nhaven’t earned it.”

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Of course, he thought. I haven’t earned it. I’m not worthy of her, not yet.\nSomeday I’ll learn to be.

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“If you’re lucky you could find warmth at my feet,” Natalie offered. She\nshifted her stance, moving her little feet on the carpeted floor below her,\nglancing down as if she could see the same thing he could: him kneeling at her\nfeet. She tipped her leg forward just a little and he pictured himself pressing\nhis head against her thigh, a puppy leaning against his master.

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If James was capable of feeling anything besides desire, admiration, and\nlove for Natalie he might have been concerned to find himself kneeling in front\nof his laptop, which he’d set on the coffee table. He hadn’t remembered\ndeciding to kneel but the submission thrummed through him with correctness.\nThis was where he was supposed to be. Natalie snapped her fingers and it was\ncemented. This was his place.

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“You exist to worship me,” Natalie reminded him, snapping her fingers again,\nanchoring him in his place below her. “Worship me forever,” she said, and the\ncommand was unbreakable. Why would he want to disobey? Why would he ever want\nanything else? This was his life, his place, his purpose.

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Usually when James closed his laptop he felt a little woozy, a little like\nhe’d been asleep and he was groggily waking up. Natalie’s videos put him in a\nkind of trance, almost, and he sometimes had to shake himself and remember what\nwas real. But lately even once the computer was closed and Natalie wasn’t on his\nscreen James was still fully under her spell. Of course, he’d heard her voice\nand her snapping fingers in the back of his mind from day one. And he’d been\nthinking of her constantly. What she looked like, what she might smell like.\nGod, what she might feel like. But now he was struggling to remember what was\nreal and what was not. He was struggling to remember why the distinction\nmattered. He had Natalie, what else could he need? So what if he thought of her\nconstantly? Why shouldn’t he?

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James sat still, considering. He was looking at the floor. It felt good to\nlook at the floor, subservient. He thought Natalie would probably like it, the\nway his head was tipped down worshipfully. He decided to keep looking at the\nfloor and he could almost hear Natalie make a pleased “hm” noise, the closest\nshe got to praise.

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He stood, still casting his eyes downward, and began to clean up his space\nagain. It was already immaculate but he wasn’t quite sure what to do with\nhimself if he wasn’t watching Natalie’s videos or making the cabin presentable\nfor her. He swept the floor but it didn’t feel like it was enough. He grabbed\nthe dustpan and dropped to the floor, feeling the hardwood below his knees.\nThis was better, this was more like it. He used the small brush from the dustpan\nto sweep the rest of the floor, keeping his eyes low, his head bowed, his cock\nstiff from the pleasure of knowing he was doing what his goddess would want him\nto do.

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Chapter 5

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James clicked on Holiday Netflix and Financial Drain. He wasn’t sure what day\nit was. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the cabin. The snow could have\nbeen gone or it could have been worse. He didn’t know. It could have already\nbeen spring. He didn’t care. He’d lost himself fully in Natalie, which was to\nsay he’d found himself. He didn’t remember who he was or what he’d lived for\nbefore. Now he was Natalie’s and he lived for one thing, to please her. He\ndidn’t regret it for one moment.

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“Watching movies on Netflix is one of my favorite winter activities,”\nNatalie said. She was in bed, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her body. Her\nshoulders peeked out from under the blanket, completely bare. Her skin looked\nsmooth and tan and perfect against the blanket. When she shimmied to get cozy\nthe blanket rode down and James could make out the shape of her collarbones.\nHis eyes took in her neck, her shoulders, her face. The rest of her was hidden\nso completely that it made the parts of her she allowed him to see hold even\nmore significance. She slid a hand out from under the blanket and he watched\nher fingers, transfixed, as she clicked buttons on a remote. “Send me a hundred\ndollars if you want to be here with me right now.” She patted the bed beside\nher. James sent her two hundred.

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He was imagining what her tiny tight body would feel like pressed against\nhis, the warmth of her, the way he’d be able to feel her breathe. James wasn’t\nsure if he was a movie-watching guy or not, he couldn’t remember. But since it\nwas apparently one of Natalie’s favorite things to do it was his, too. He\npulled a blanket over himself.

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“We could watch a stupid rom com and I could tell you how idiotic the guy\nis, how similar to you he is,” she said. “Are you masturbating you dumb simp?”\nShe asked, James nodded.

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“Yes, princess,” he murmured.

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“Are you touching your disgusting dick thinking about what I look like under\nthis blanket? What it would be like to pull it off of me? Would you disturb\nyour goddess’s warmth and coziness to be so selfish? Send me money to apologize\nyou stupid gooner slut.” There was the customary snap. James didn’t hesitate to\nsend her apology money. He didn’t wonder how low his bank account was getting.\nHe could always switch to the company card if he needed to. Natalie was worth\nevery penny.

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Slowly Natalie began to give him jerk-off instructions, telling him how fast\nto stroke his cock, showing him how she wanted his hand to look by holding hers\nup to the camera. Even imagining her fingers on him was enough to make him\ngroan in pleasure. As she moved her hand up and down, showing him what she\nwanted him to do, the blanket slipped lower on her chest, revealing the top\nswell of her tiny breast. It wasn’t enough to show him her nipple but close,\ntantalizingly close.

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“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” Natalie told him. Of course not.\nHe wouldn’t dream of disobeying her. Every fiber of his being wanted to please\nhis goddess. But it was getting hard to resist. His cock was dripping pre-cum,\naching in his hand. Natalie didn’t want him to stop slowly touching himself but\nhe couldn’t cum, either. It was the most delicious torture James had ever\nexperienced. He wanted to suffer for his princess every day.

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“Every time you have to stop you need to send me money,” Natalie said, voice\na mix between boredom and annoyance. She snapped. “Like now,” she added, rolling\nthose doe eyes. James moaned and sent her more money. “Oh, I’ll need more money\nthan that if you ever want to cum.” So he sent her more because he needed to\ncum. He didn’t want to let her down but he was only so strong. “More,” Natalie\nsaid and of course James complied.

\n\n

Every time he clicked that button his cock twitched in his hand. Natalie had\nhim trained like a dog, financial surrender and pleasure tied so closely\ntogether they became the same thing.

\n\n

“Send me more than you’ve ever sent before,” Natalie said. “And then you can\ncum.”

\n\n

James did as he was told. At least, he tried to, but when he tried to\nprocess the payment he received an error message that there weren’t enough\nfunds for the transaction. He gasped with desperation, so close to his edge.\nThat wasn’t what felt the worst, however. He was letting Natalie down. He\ncouldn’t let her down.

\n\n

One hand still around his cock he hurriedly found the company card, filling\nin the details as quickly as he could. He sent her more than he was planning as\nan apology for the delay and masturbated furiously as he waited for it to go\nthrough. As soon as the screen popped up confirming his purchase he tipped his\nhead back and exhaled, allowing himself—only with Natalie’s permission, of\ncourse—to cum. He came thinking of how wonderful it felt to give her\neverything. Despite the stress of having to get a new card it was rewarding in\na way, too. He’d drained a bank account for Natalie. He was fulfilling his\npurpose.

\n\n

His cum shot from him in thick loads, hitting his stomach, oozing into his\nhand. He didn’t stop cumming until his mind slowed, racing at thoughts of being\nfinancially linked to Natalie. He imagined giving her even more and his tired\ncock twitched in his palm. His body and his brain were fully ingrained in his\nobedience to her.

\n\n

James sighed, cleaning himself up. Natalie didn’t like slobbish gooners. She\nwanted him to look presentable for her. So he cleaned himself and then he\ncleaned the area around him, too, which had already turned messy as he’d spent\nthe day absorbed in Natalie’s videos, leaving his dishes beside him, a pile of\ndirty towels on the coffee table, his cum drying in them. He could see now how\ndisgusting he was, how disappointed Natalie would be—no, was. Natalie was\ndisappointed in him. This was her cabin, James realized. This is where he’d met\nher, this was where he’d started to worship her.

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The cabin was an altar to her, and here he was, desecrating it. Shame and\nself-disgust filled James as he hurried to make her cabin worthy of her presence\nagain. He wouldn’t let this happen again. He’d be better. He thought of those\nfingers snapping, her brattish lips pushed into a disappointed frown. He sent\nher more on the company card, his dick stiffening as he did so. He downloaded\nanother video.

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Chapter 6

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This isn’t right, James said, fighting with himself. I’m supposed to give\neverything I have to Natalie. My time, my money, my attention. I’m not supposed\nto waste my time working. But he had to. If he wanted to give Majesty Natalie\nmore money he had to make more. He’d received an email from his boss about the\nlarge purchase on the company card. The email had also commented on the amount\nof work James was behind.

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James had been with his company for a while and they trusted him, they knew\nhe’d get it done, they were sure this was a big misunderstanding. For James,\nthe email had felt a little like having a bucket of cold water dumped over his\nhead while he was sleeping. He responded back that his internet had been\nshabby, the purchase was a mistake, he’d meant to use his personal card and\nhe’d of course pay the company back.

\n\n

At the time he’d thought, get your shit together James, you have an\naddiction. Natalie isn’t your real life. This is your real life. He’d showered\nand changed the bedsheets from the soft pink blankets he’d found in the closet\nthat he thought Natalie would like to the original blue sheets. He’d shaken\nhimself, giving himself a stern lecture. He was a little alarmed by how fully\nand completely he’d gotten absorbed in the world of this random girl on the\ninternet. He was going to focus on work—his reason for being here.

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But then he’d tried to delete her clips, to log out of her website. To do so\nhe had to look at her. He had to remember what her bratty voice sounded like.\nHe’d realized that the subtle sound of snapping fingers had been playing in the\nback of his mind all day. It was getting harder to ignore.

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James had always thought he had pretty good self-control. He wasn’t addicted\nto anything. He’d smoked cigarettes for a very short time in college and quit\non his own without a problem. He considered himself to be strong-willed. But as\nsoon as he saw Natalie everything came crashing back.

\n\n

Fine, he couldn’t delete the clips yet. He closed the computer, trying to\ntake a moment to get ahold of himself. But now he realized what he’d been\navoiding thinking about earlier—Natalie had already permeated the cabin. Her\npresence was everywhere. Her snap echoed in his mind, the sound of it\nreverberating in every corner of the cozy cabin. Her voice was like the wind\noutside the windows, pressing in. The softness of the snow outside reminded\nJames of the way he felt when he watched her clips.

\n\n

The gentle blankets, the smell of the last fire he’d made, even the soup he\nwas cooking for lunch—all of it reminded him of Natalie. Natalie was the entire\nwinter season to him now. Everything cold was Natalie’s absence. Everything\nwarm was her presence. She’d wrapped herself in his mind, into the floorboards,\ninto his very soul. Resisting was hard, especially when James was struggling to\nremember why he wanted to resist in the first place.

\n\n

He reopened his computer, scrolling through her website, her socials, her\nclips. Why would he ever think he didn’t want this, didn’t need this? Natalie\nwas his life. He was happier this way. Inside him, something clicked into\nplace. He felt whole. He felt content. He opened a new video, sighing as he sat\nback onto the couch, unzipping his pants.

\n\n

“Cozy fires and giving me all your money,” Natalie said. “That’s the spirit\nof the season.” She was leaning against a brick wall, toys lined up beside her.\nIn the background a fire crackled. James groaned. There was a vibrating wand, a\nbubblegum pink buttplug, dildos. Imagining them inside his Natalie, pressed\nagainst her pussy, even just in her hand, was enough to make him lightheaded\nwith desire. “Oh, and buying me things,” she said. She was wearing a cropped\nsweater and leggings, her feet clad in small sneakers that still seemed almost\ntoo large for her tiny feet.

\n\n

“Some of you have already gotten me some things off my wishlist,” she said,\ngesturing to the sex toys. “Some of you dummy click sluts haven’t. You know who\nyou are. What I don’t know is why? Am I not worth it to you? Do you have better\nthings to do? Of course not. Your life is nothing without me. I’m all you think\nabout. I’m the only priority in your life. So where are your gifts to show your\nappreciation?” She complained without whining, her voice high and attractive.\nShe snapped her fingers three times in a row, each time making James feel like\nhe was being electrocuted. “Hurry,” she said. “Express shipping. Get me\nsomething good to make up for making me wait.”

\n\n

James sent her some money—with the company card, which he’d saved onto her\nsite—as an apology but he knew it wasn’t enough. He was going to buy her gifts,\ntoo. Maybe he’d buy everything off her wishlist. He felt awful, so guilty and\ndisgusted with himself. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known about the wishlist or\nthe fact that Natalie wanted gifts. It was that he’d always told himself he’d\nbuy her something after this video or that video, but he’d never done it.\nInstead, he’d clicked on a new video. He’d been selfish, so selfish. What a\nhorrible day.

\n\n

He didn’t deserve the pleasures of the Fireside Financial Ruin video, where\nNatalie was listing all the ways in which giving his money to her was as good\nfor him as it was for her. He didn’t deserve to see her next to those sex toys,\nto imagine her lovely body quivering as she used them.

\n\n

He felt a little better as he sent her money, then more. He opened the\nwishlist in another tab, not giving himself a chance to forget it again. The\ntoys beside Natalie had clearly been the cheapest of the things on the list,\nthough they were far from inexpensive. Only the best for Natalie, naturally.\nJames couldn’t help but think he was going to fulfill his purpose so well when\nhe bought her something. The only things left were thousands of dollars,\nshining jewelry and designer clothes, trips to tropical places, a car.

\n\n

James bought her a pair of custom made sneakers, womens size five, a diamond\nencrusted anklet he was dying to see against her tanned skin, and a vacation to\nFiji.\nAs soon as the money was spent he felt so much better. He briefly remembered\nthat he’d spent the morning fighting to break out of Natalie’s control. He\ncouldn’t remember why. This felt so good, surrendering. Being fully under her\nwhim. He was at peace.

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Chapter 7

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James hadn’t been paying much attention to the weather, but he happened to\nlook out the window and realize the storm was getting worse. He hardly noticed\nand didn’t care. He had Natalie, what use did he have for the rest of the\nworld? In the back of his mind somewhere he was a little concerned about just\nhow closed off he was, how inaccessible the little cabin had become. But it\nwasn’t important. His internet was still working and he had hours and hours of\ncontent from Natalie downloaded onto his device. He was a bit concerned about\nwhat he’d do when the storage was full, but he figured he’d cross that bridge\nwhen he got there.

\n\n

He’d fully turned the cabin into a shrine for Natalie. He wrote her letters\nand tacked them under a hand-drawn picture of her. He cleaned it meticulously.\nHe scrubbed and cleaned places he’d never considered cleaning before; behind\nthe toilet, on the top of doors, under the couch. Everything was spotless.\nEverything was kept up to the standards he thought Natalie would have for him.

\n\n

James had never felt such comfort before anywhere. The cabin was better than\nhis childhood home. It was better than the first apartment he’d gotten by\nhimself, that symbol of independence. It was nicer than that vacation rental\nhe’d gone to with his friends that time. There was nowhere else he could\nimagine being, nowhere better than this for him. This was the place where he’d discovered\nNatalie. This was where he could feel her influence. This was where he’d found\nhimself.

\n\n

James clicked on a new video: Snowed-In Goon Challenge. It was made\nspecifically for him. He didn’t know how many followers Natalie had exactly but\nsomehow every video felt like it was crafted just for him. When she fluttered\nher lashes of those outrageous eyes at the camera it was like she was looking\nright at him. He didn’t want to disappoint her in what she saw.

\n\n

Natalie’s voice was hypnotic, bratty, arrogant, perfect, beautiful. She\ncommented on the weather, saying it was perfect for submission. James agreed.

\n\n

“Pull out your dick,” Natalie said with a snap. She pulled out a bright blue\ndildo, setting it on the bed in front of her. James groaned as he freed himself\nfrom his pants. Seeing her with the dildo was enough to drive his imagination\nwild. Natalie looked incredible today. She always did. She was wearing\ncomfortable looking pajama bottoms (blue to match the dildo with little snowmen\ndecorating them) and a cream colored crop top, white sneakers and a ribbon tied\ninto each of her ponytails. She kicked her feet absentmindedly.

\n\n

Her fingers were done up with snowflakes painted on her perfect nails. She\nwrapped one of her hands around the base of the dildo, snapping at James to do\nthe same to his own cock. He quickly did. He felt the slight stubble of his\npubic hair—he’d been shaving it for Natatlie, she hadn’t asked him to but he\ncouldn’t stand the idea of her being disappointed or grossed out by him in any\nway so he’d done so himself.

\n\n

“Do exactly as I do,” Natalie said, clicking those fingers together to drive\nher command home. James felt it through his body like a physical shock, this\nneed to obey her, the power of her words and her fingers. “And don’t cum until\nI tell you to. That should be obvious but I know you stupid little gooners\ndon’t think clearly. Oh and you don’t need to snap, just obey me when I do. Got\nit? Do I need to repeat it for you slowly? Send me money if you understand.\nNow.”

\n\n

James quickly did as he was told, then watched, transfixed, as his goddess\nheld out her hand that wasn’t touching the dildo. She showed it to the camera\nand James mimicked her motion, holding it out prayerfully. Then she brought it\nto her mouth and spit.

\n\n

James gasped aloud. It was so fucking illicit to hear her mouth make that\nnoise, to see her face make that expression, to see her saliva pool in her\npalm. He hadn’t even started to stroke himself and he was already as hard as a\nrock, aching with desire. He spit in his own palm, then followed her movements,\nsmearing his saliva on the tip of his cock.

\n\n

“You’re a loser,” Natalie said, making a face. James was a loser. He knew\nit. Somehow the shame only made him hornier, which made him feel more ashamed.\nIt was a terrible cycle. It was incredible. He was so turned on he felt high.\n“You only exist to please me,” she continued, slowly stroking the dildo. “Say\nit.” She paused stroking to snap at James but he continued to move his hand on\nhimself.

\n\n

“I’m a loser,” James said. “I only exist to please my goddess.”

\n\n

“Your entire life is shaped by how much you need me,” Natalie said cruelly.\nJames nodded. Natalie’s hand stilled on the dildo which was torturous since\nJames was already so close to orgasming. Natalie did that to him, made him feel\ndesire in a way he never had before. She kept the hand around the dildo\ncompletely still except for her thumb, which she casually caressed, moving back\nand forth. When James repeated the motion on his own cock he curled his toes in\nthe carpet below him, trying not to cum.

\n\n

“You’re such a cum slut,” Natalie said with a girlish giggle.

\n\n

“I’m a cum slut,” James agreed miserably. Except was it really misery if he\nenjoyed it?

\n\n

Natalie leaned forward and spit on the tip of the dildo, a line of saliva\ndripping from her mouth to the tip. James cried with wild desire. There was no\none to hear him mewling like an animal but his cheeks flared with embarrassment\nanyway. It was how Natalie would want him to feel.

\n\n

He copied her motion, letting his spit wet his dick. Natalie started to use\nboth hands, rubbing in the spit, stroking fast and steady. James knocked his\nhead back against the couch, pressing his eyes closed, willing his body not to\nbetray Natalie in cumming too soon. He needed to. The feeling was overwhelming.\nHe couldn’t let her down.

\n\n

“Stop!” Natalie said with a laugh. She snapped and threw both of her hands\nin the air, leaving the dildo alone. James released his cock with a groan.\n“Okay, again.” And again and again. Natalie edged him for an hour and James\nhadn’t realized he could survive even a minute longer, let alone sixty. But she\nwas hypnotic and commanding and he wanted to please her more than he wanted\nanything, so he forced himself to endure for his princess.

\n\n

“Drop to your knees,” Natalie demanded. James did. “You can cum,” she said,\nfinally, giving a little shrug. James cried out as his orgasm rocked through\nhim, shooting load after load on his lap, his chest. Some even hit his face.\nHis hands were slicked with cum and spit so wiping it away was a messy process.\nHe was such a dirty slut for his Natalie. Disgusting. Submissive. Hers.

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Chapter 8

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Outside the storm was reaching its peak. James would have known, if he’d\nlooked outside the window. He would have known if he’d checked the weather. He\ndidn’t notice.

\n\n

It was a rare moment for James, one where Majesty Natalie’s videos weren’t\nplaying. His laptop had been overheating lately since he’d downloaded so many\nof her videos. He was letting it cool and thinking about the new one he’d\nordered (he’d bought Natalie one, too. He didn’t know if she needed one or\nwanted one, but he liked the idea of them having the same thing). Though James\nwasn’t watching Natalie’s videos, he was far from free of her influence. James’\nevery thought, every action, every moment was taken over by Natalie. Before he\nate, he thought about if Natalie would want him to consume whatever it was.\nWould Natalie think he was getting fat? Would she think he was too skinny?\nBefore he went to sleep he prayed to her, apologizing for pausing in his active\nworship to sleep. He dreamed about her, her snaps like a metronome in the\nbackground of his dreams about her skin, her feet, her pigtails, her eyes.

\n\n

James wouldn’t do anything unless he thought Natalie would approve. If it\nhad been possible, he would have waited for her command to breathe. He’d never\nimagined submission so complete. In truth, he’d never thought about submission\nmuch at all until he stumbled upon his Natalie. Now he thought about nothing\nelse. He was fully shaped by her, her will, her desires, his interpretations of\nwhat she’d want from him.

\n\n

He couldn’t take anymore, he needed her now. He fired his laptop back up. It\nwas still warm but it had to work. He needed Natalie like he needed air. He\nfound the video he was looking for.

\n\n

In it she was wearing underwear. The fact of that alone was enough to make\nthe video a favorite for James. Most of her body was still covered from his\nview—of course it was, he didn’t deserve her—but knowing she was in nothing but\na bra and panties was enough to drive James crazy. They were tight briefs and a\nsports-bra type fitting bra, green and decorated with pugs wearing hats and\nholiday lights. They showed off her tight little ass, the small swell of those\ntiny breasts. She looked like she was modeling them. James was so distracted\nadmiring her that he realized he hadn’t been listening to what she was saying.\nGuilt coursed through him. What a stupid gooner.

\n\n

“Doesn’t it feel so good?” Natalie asked, her voice dripping with arousal,\npractically a moan. This was James’ favorite video, he thought. “Giving up\ncontrol? God, it’s the sexiest thing you can do.” James nodded. Giving up\ncontrol to Natalie had been the best thing he’d ever done. “There’s nothing\nsexier than submission,” Natalie said. Then she said it again, and again.\nPerhaps James was only hearing the words repeated in her pretty, bratty,\nhypnotic voice. There’s nothing sexier than submission. He heard those words\nwhen he woke in the morning. He heard those words before he went to click on a\nnew video, before sending her more money.

\n\n

“I can’t imagine anything more pleasurable for you,” Natalie continued.\nJames couldn’t either. What could possibly be better? Nothing. Nothing. “What\nmore could a stupid goon like yourself hope for other than complete\nsubmission?”

\n\n

“Nothing, goddess,” James murmured.

\n\n

“Nothing,” Natalie said. She smiled at the camera. It was a mean sort of\nsmile, one that said I’m better than you. James had never seen anything more\nbeautiful. “Your tiny little dick gets so hard when you think about obeying\nme.” She said. Snap. “You fantasize about getting to lick the ground after I’ve\nwalked across it.” Snap. “You’d sell everything you own for the chance to sleep\nat my feet for a night.” Snap. “You feel liberated when you give everything to\nme.” Snap. “You exist to please me.” Snap. “You love being nothing more than a\nhuman wallet for me.” Snap. “You’d die to kneel at my feet.” Snap. “You feel so\nhorny just thinking about how worthless you are, how much your life belongs to\nme.” Snap.

\n\n

It was like the words were just for him. Everything he’d ever fantasized\nabout, everything he’d ever wanted. She had freed him, showed him what his life\nwas supposed to be. To him, Natalie had stopped being a creator on a screen\nlong ago. She’d become his purpose, his life, his goddess in the most original\nsense of the word—someone to worship, someone with power over the universe, his\nlife, everything. James couldn’t remember what it had been like to live without\nher influence. All he could remember was feeling purposeless, lost, incomplete.\nNo more. He had Natalie and she had him. All of him.

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Chapter 9

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James was happy. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been happy like this before,\nfully, completely happy to his core. It was an emotion bigger than happiness,\nreally. Contentment, perhaps. The feeling of finding out what he was meant to\ndo and then doing it. Now that he’d given in, he allowed himself to experience\nthe pleasure that came with submission. Natalie had been right, of course.\nThere was no greater joy in the world.

\n\n

James was feeling both particularly submissive and particularly happy (they\nwent hand in hand, anyway) today. His savings account was empty. He had felt a\nbit like an idiot when he remembered that it wasn’t linked to his debit card\nand he’d promptly transferred all of his money into his spending account. After\nthat it hadn’t taken long for him to give Natalie everything he’d saved up over\nhis life. Really, it was impressive. He felt proud of himself, though he was\nguilty for feeling so (Natalie wouldn’t be pleased so James felt bad, he only\nfelt good when he deserved to feel good, when he made her happy). He wondered\nif anyone had ever given her that much money in one go before. Was he the most\nobedient human wallet she had? He hoped so.

\n\n

Most of the money had been gifted to her directly, a tithe to the only god\nthat mattered in James’ life. The rest he’d spent on downloading every one of\nher videos onto both his old laptop and his new one. He subscribed to her\naccounts, bought her gifts, and paid to have a pair of her socks shipped to\nhimself as a special treat, a holiday gift for himself. And now his bank\naccounts were empty and his heart was full. He’d been smart enough to take out\nas many credit cards as he could before he drained his accounts and started to\nruin his credit, so he was far from done being useful to his princess.

\n\n

The day was not just perfect because he had fat zeros in his account where\nhe used to have money, it was also perfect because Natalie had posted a new\nvideo. She posted one most days, but that didn’t take away from how incredible\nthey were, it only made most days perfect to James. He purchased it and\ndownloaded it on both his computers, then settled himself in to watch.

\n\n

“My comfort matters above all else,” Natalie was saying. The title of the video\nwas You Love Keeping Me Cozy. He did, he loved keeping her cozy. “You exist to\nmake my life as good as possible.” She didn’t need to snap to keep him hooked\non every word but she did. He was glad for it. The sound of her fingers was a\ncomfort, when she thwacked them together it was like she was strumming a chord\nin his soul.

\n\n

Natalie was looking cozy wearing an oversized sweater and not much else, her\ntan legs sticking out from under the knitted fabric, smooth and sensuous. Her\nhair was braided back into her customary pigtails and she wore baggy socks on\nher feet. She moved her feet subtly, rubbing them together, small little things\nthat caught James’ eye with every movement. Around her were a dozen\nblankets—they’d been up on her website to gift her and it seemed James wasn’t\nthe only one who had purchased one for her. She had a gigantic stuffed animal\nyeti beside her, leaning that small tight body on it in a way that made James\nache. His chest swelled; he’d bought her that stuffed animal. Every day he thought\nhe was feeling as great as he possibly could and then Natalie would teach him\nabout a new level of joy. Seeing her looking comfortable and adorable beside\nsomething he bought her was a new high.

\n\n

“You love devoting all your time and money to me,” Natalie said. It was\nreally more like a sneer but coming from Natalie’s adorable little mouth it\nsounded like music. “You’re nothing but a click slut, a follower, a wallet with\na dick.” She snapped her fingers. “Oh, but you love it so much.” He did. He\nloved it so much. “You want to keep me this comfortable forever,” Natalie said,\nwrapping a blanket around her body, squeezing it to her chest. She wrapped her\nleg around it so her bare calf and tiny foot was exposed and James groaned.

\n\n

“Yes, Goddess,” he murmured.

\n\n

“Touch yourself,” Natalie said with a dismissive wave. James’ cock was out\nin an instant. “Stroke yourself thinking about how horny it makes you to spend\nyour money on me.” Snap. “When you move your hand up and down on that gross\ndick of yours, think about how good it feels when you give in to my\ncommands—that freedom you feel.” James thought about it, pre-cum oozing out of\nhis tip as he remembered the feeling thumping through him. “Think about how\ngood I feel right now,” Natalie instructed, writhing against the blankets. It\nwas enough to make James want to cum. Only Natalie could get him so close to\ncumming so fast. He slowed his pace and did as she said, imagining how she must\nfeel wrapped in her bankets, cozy and safe, loved and worshiped. He wanted her\nto feel that way forever.

\n\n

Natalie snapped and spoke, instructed and mused, and James hung onto every\nword, doing exactly as she said. This never got old. It didn’t matter how often\nhe stroked himself at the exact speed she wanted, the exact rhythm she requested,\nit never lost its thrill, its significance. He was doing this for Natalie. He\nexisted for Natalie.

\n\n

“Cum for me,” she said and James did, moaning her name as his cock released\nhis seed in wave after wave of pleasure. He couldn’t exactly remember what masturbating\nbefore Natalie had been like, but he knew it hadn’t felt this good. When he\nreleased, he released more than just his orgasm. It was his mind, his heart,\nhis control, his life. “Natalie,” he groaned again. She was all there was in\nthe world, in his world. He wouldn’t have changed it for anything.

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Chapter 10

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It wasn’t spring but it seemed like it. The end of the storm had animals\nthat had been hidden away coming out, filling the air with birdsong and\nsquirrel chatter in a way that made the mountains seem alive. The air was\nbright, hopeful, alive. That morning, a man in a plow truck had cleaned the\nremaining snow off James’ driveway. James had pretended he wasn’t home, locking\nhimself in his room with Natalie. Or, with a video of Natalie. It felt like she\nwas there though, he felt her presence beside her as he hunkered down and\nwaited for the man to leave.

\n\n

James didn’t care what season it felt like outside, how pretty the bird song\nwas, how bright the sun was shining. He wasn’t going to leave the cabin. Not\nnow, not ever. He could have groceries delivered. He didn’t need much. A little\nfood, a little water, and Natalie. Everything else he could do without.

\n\n

The cabin was where he’d met Natalie and he felt her in every inch of the\nwalls, every stitch of the carpets, every scent in the air. He couldn’t leave.\nBesides, there was nothing in the rest of the world for him now. His life was\nNatalie. His cabin was his sanctuary. He’d made it into a temple and they’d\nhave to martyr him to make him leave. In the cabin, there was nothing for him\nto do except devote himself to Natalie. He could spend his time worshiping her,\ncould cut out everything that didn’t matter.

\n\n

“Surrender everything,” Natalie said with a snap. The video was called Total\nFinancial Destruction, and it was one of James’ favorites. They were all his\nfavorites. “Everything you have you should give to me,” Natalie suggested, but\nit wasn’t really a suggestion but a command. A snap punctuated her point. “You\nlove draining your bank accounts to give me more and more.”

\n\n

Every time James thought he’d run out of money to give Natalie he discovered\nmore. Every time he gave her what he’d found he felt freshly freed, freshly\neuphoric. His bank accounts were empty, yes, but some of the credit cards had\nyet to reach their spending limits. And he’d talked his bank into letting him\naccess his retirement fund early. Even so, he was almost completely broke. He\ndidn’t feel broke. He felt like he had more than he’d ever had before. Not of\nmoney, but of everything else.

\n\n

Natalie was wearing a sheer shirt, short enough to expose her midriff, sheer\nenough that her exquisite nipples were just barely visible. It was enough to\nmake James feel shaky with desire. It made him dizzy to see her hard nipples,\nto imagine them brushing against the fabric, to follow their movement as\nNatalie gave a heavy exhale, annoyed. She wore a necklace with a diamond\nencrusted snowflake pendant dangling between her small breasts and thigh high\nsocks that ended nearly where her skirt began. She was a work of art. She moved\na hand up to her chest, her finger grazing her nipple accidently and James\nshuddered.

\n\n

“Your life belongs to me,” Natalie said, pressing her hand against her chest\nmeaningfully. It was like she was pressing his face there, letting him feel her\nbody heat, inhale her scent. He knew it was more than he deserved. He’d do all\nhe could to make himself worthy of it. “Everything you own should be mine,” she\nadded. He agreed. “Give it to me,” Natalie said, bratty voice a perfect mix\nbetween sexual and annoyed. When she said “give it to me,” she was talking\nabout his possessions, of course, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking\nabout her telling him to fuck her. Oh to be worthy of such a gift. “Now,”\nNatalie snapped.

\n\n

James fumbled for a credit card that hadn’t been shut down, hurrying to type\nit in one-handed as his other hand stroked his cock (after Natalie said he was\nallowed to, of course).

\n\n

“More,” Natalie said, voice like a moan. Her eyes glittered, a bedroom look.\nGod, it was so sexy. She snapped her fingers and he made it so. He sent her his\ndaily limit on the card, then found another one. His cock ached as he sent her\nmore, twitching when he hit the button to confirm the payment. He loved\nspending his money on her. He loved giving every cent he owned to Natalie.

\n\n

“Don’t stop,” Natalie said. James didn’t stop, not until every card had\nreached its max, every account was drained. There was no more he could\nphysically give. It should have made him feel anxious, used, helpless. Instead\nhe felt joy like never before.

\n\n

“Total financial destruction,” Natalie murmured. Hearing her voice so soft,\nso pleased, was enough to make James squirm, quickly letting go of his cock so\nhe didn’t cum. “Drop to your knees and repeat after me,” Natalie said, back to\nher normal bossy voice. James slid to his knees. “I am obedient.” Snap.

\n\n

“I am obedient,” he said.

\n\n

“My purpose is to please Majesty Natalie.” Snap. “I am forever waiting for\nmy goddesses’ next command.” Snap. “I will be hers forever.”

\n\n

James repeated it, one after the other.

\n\n

“You can cum now,” Natalie said. “Weird gooner fuck.” James came.

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