Be My Master. Ch. 01

"Alright, see ya!"

We waved at each other, the video chat window went black, and ChatRevolver started looking for a new match.

My search preferences were set to find people from the same city, aged eighteen to thirty. Who knows, maybe I'd get lucky and could hang out with them later.

It wasn't that I had any real problems talking to strangers, but after a hard day of remote work, getting ready and going somewhere in the evening? No thanks. But drinking beer in a comfy chair and exchanging a few words with someone--I was totally down for that.

Finally, the connecting indicator popped up.

"Hi!" the girl on the other side of the screen cheerfully yelled, waving at me. "Will you be my master?"

"What the fuck?.." I nearly choked on my beer and started coughing. "What did you say?"

Before me was a young girl. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed neon blue. She was just a little on the chubby side, wearing an oversized white tank top with huge cutouts on the sides.

"Will you be my master?" she repeated the exact same phrase, completely unfazed.

"Uh... Well..." I stared straight ahead, trying to gather the whirlwind of thoughts in my head. "I thought I was hearing things."

"So, will you?"

"Um..." Sounds like some kind of joke.

"Oh, right," the girl slapped her forehead. "How can you agree if you haven't even really seen me!"

With those words, she stood up and turned around. Her ass, in matching short, loose white shorts, took up the whole screen. She grabbed the fabric with her hands and pulled it tight, favorably accentuating her assets.

"How about now?" her eager voice chimed in.

"Well... um..." My brain was frankly overheating from what was happening right now, while I was glued to her plump, round ass.

"Seriously? It didn't work?" She was genuinely surprised. "Oh, of course! If that didn't do it, then I don't even know."

She sat back down on her chair and gathered her tank top in the front, pinching it between her breasts, which she squeezed together with her hands. They were quite large and slightly heavy, with large pink areolas and puffy nipples.

I swallowed hard. God damn it... What the hell is happening right now? This is a dream, right?

"L-listen..." My tongue refused to work at first. "Don't you think doing stuff like this in front of a total stranger isn't the best idea?"

"Oh, you're right, I'm sorry!" the girl babbled. "My name is Mio! And you are Master. Now we know each other!"

Ironclad logic.

"I actually have a name too, you know!"

"Calling Master 'Master' is enough for me." She tilted her head and gave a cute smile.

"Ugh..." I sighed heavily. "That doesn't change the fact that we've known each other for five minutes. Maybe you should offer this to someone you know better?"

"I tried."

"And?"

"They said no." Mio's expression didn't change. "Said I lost my damn mind."

What an unexpected reaction! Who could have ever thought such an offer would be taken that way.

"What about friends?" I didn't give up, trying to appeal to the voice of reason.

"They..." The girl lowered her head and whispered, "I don't have any friends."

An oppressive silence hung in the air. Oh, aren't I just great! Hand me a Darwin Award! Fuck... Why the hell did I blurt that out?

"Mio..." I needed to try and fix this awkward situation somehow. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit a sore spot."

"No, it's fine, really." The girl looked up at me and smiled, but there were tears in her eyes.

"So where did you get the idea that you need a master anyway?" The smartest thing that came to mind was to steer her away from the sad topic and get to the bottom of this.

"Saw it in an eroge."

"An eroge?"

"Yep." She quickly bounced back to normal as soon as we switched to this topic. "In those games, the Master is always so wise and strong. He protects his things from all harm."

"But you're a human being." I raised an eyebrow.

"If my master loves me, I'll be a thing for him." Paired with her statement, Mio's smile looked somewhat unsettling.

"You don't know me at all." I wasn't about to stray from the path of logic. "Why are you so sure I'm the one?"

"You still haven't disconnected."

Dammit! Arguing with that fact was pointless. Indeed, by continuing to talk to her, I was pretty much confirming that I was interested in her offer.

"Let's say... just hypothetically, that I agree!" A flimsy maneuver, sure, but it was all I could come up with. "We have a minute and a half left. What's next?"

"My Flyber handle is miomio69," the girl answered without even thinking. "I hope you text me. You seem like a good guy."

And, without waiting for my answer, Mio ended the call, even though there was still time left.

I just sat there staring at the blacked-out chat window. What the hell was that? I mean, girls making the first move isn't exactly new to me. At least there's one perk to equality. But to be her master? What kind of nonsense is that?

And what should I do with her contact info? Add her? How would that even look? Like I'm agreeing to this roleplay? I have no idea.

But her state of mind is worrying me. She almost cried from my stupid question. I should at least check up on her.

[Me: Hey. We talked on Revolver.

Mio: MASTER!!! I KNEW YOU'D TEXT ME!

Me: Why?

Mio: I told you, you're a good guy ^_^

Me: I just wanted to see how you were doing.

Mio: What do you mean?

Me: Well, after that question earlier...

Mio: Oh... Don't worry, everything is great now. I have a Master!]

She's like a broken record.

[Me: Listen, it's getting late. Probably time to hit the hay.

Mio: Noooo, it's still early!

Me: It's 1 AM. Do what you want, but I'm going to bed.

Mio: You're leaving me all alone? What if someone steals me!

Me: Then you go to sleep too.

Mio: Is that an order?]

Ugh... I'm going to regret this.

[Me: Yes, it's an order.

Mio: Understood, Master!!! ^____^ Goodnight