Charlene was sitting in front of a state of the art 27" iMac. She was in full makeup but she wasn't smiling. There was like a hint of contempt written across her face. The makeup, the lighting, the web cam all worked together to underline that look.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Do you understand?"

She was on a Skype call. She sucked her perfect white teeth - something that only emphasised her contempt more. From the iMac speakers, a male voice which sounded just that bit teary - a bit pathetic if the truth be known.

"I'm sorry Goddess. I couldn't do it. It hurt too much. And if I forced it, my wife might have found out."

It was like an eye opening moment. This sweet, sweet, perfect girl, this beautiful young woman was talking to a man over Skype and she had him practically in tears.

"Do you think I give a flying fuck about your wife? I will call round, tell her myself what a pathetic cunt her husband is. Would you prefer that?"

Charlene's accent had a northern British twang to it, and there was more than a low huskiness to it as well. She had a sexy voice and whilst the words she was speaking were cruel, even shocking words, her accent and her delivery made it even more sexy. She stopped speaking and adjusted herself. She could have been acting annoyed, but she wasn't. She picked up a pack of Mayfair cigarettes and lit one. Inhaling deeply then exhaling indifferently.

"No, no, please Goddess, please please don't do that. The last time you sat outside my house in the car, I wet myself - I was so scared you would do what you said you'd do."

Charlene's eyes rolled, like she was getting bored with the conversation already. She dragged on the cigarette again and exhaled the smoke towards the camera. As though she was feeding this guy's fetish for seeing a beautiful woman smoking.

"Listen piggy... the ONLY reason I didn't knock on your door that day was because I had a call and had to leave straight away. That won't happen again - if I take time out of 'my' day to come to your address, myself and your wife will be having a conversation over coffee and she will be in no doubt as to who, or what her husband is. Do you understand?"

She dropped her tone several notches and at the same time she leaned in closer to the camera so filling this man's screen more. Her eyes were piercing, and wide. And her face expressionless. She meant what she said.

"No, no please... please Goddess. Please don't do that, please!"

Charlene sat up straight again and in that blink of an eye the reverse switch. Her smooth, full lips stretched into her most sweet, sweet smile.

"Last chance cunt. Try again. Use plenty of oil, and slip the dildo in. Do it so I can see you. Slip it in and keep pushing until your colon stops it."

That was another chilling moment. Another core of the spine moment in time. The words were as harsh, as severe as anyone might have imagined, more so even, and yet that sweet smile remained. Like a sweet confusing smile that would fuck with someone's head if they saw or heard it. Certainly it fucked with this man's head.

"Oh thank you Goddess thank you so much. Yes Goddess, yes, I will try again. Thank you so much Goddess thank you."

He thanked Charlene so much, and to such an extent that he sounded like an idiot. But for some reason there was empathy for this idiot. This stunning vision of femininity that was Charlene obviously had some kind of influence, some kind of power, some kind of control over this guy. The switch again and she was stern again, looking into the camera. Guiding the cork tipped cigarette to her lips and dragging deeply, inhaling, exhaling as she fixed her stare on this guy on the screen.

"I don't care how much it hurts. I want that rubber cock, inside you. I'm preparing you for the real thing, and you know it. If you stall again, me and your wife are having a chat. And you know want, cunt, I may even seduce her, and leave her tied up with my panties stuffed into her mouth. Would you like that, hmm?"

Charlene obviously knew what pressed this man's buttons and what sent him into a blind panic. She was using some kind of skill, mixed with knowledge and intermingled with her own imagination in order to bring this guy into the sort of sexual zone that inevitably would have been putting pressure on his heart.

"Oh, god, god no. No Goddess no. I'll do it, please, please."

Charlene smiled again. That wide beaming sexy smile. It was difficult when that smile brushed across her face, to associate the words spoken, with her. She took the last drag of the cigarette and stubbed it out. Then she adjusted herself on the seat. She was wearing a silk wrap around held by a silk tie around her waist. The deep, lush valley between her breasts could be seen with ease. That was like something deliberate. And she ran her tongue across her top teeth under her lip which enhanced the natural pout that she had. If she was 'acting' with this guy then she was a good actress. One might ask the question if what she was doing was exciting, sexually exciting for her. That would be difficult to say. Was she enjoying what she was doing? That might be easier to answer once the acting theory was discounted. It would take someone who knew her, who had a deeper connection with her to know whether or not she was 'excited' or wet from the interaction. But certainly she was revelling in the role she was playing with this man. This was a man on the edge of tears and she was enjoying it. It was written all over her made up face, and it was in those eyes. She wasn't just enjoying it - she was revelling in this man's distress. As such it would be difficult to discount the possibility that she was sexually excited as she broke this man down a little bit more. And she was smiling again, as she watched the screen. She was watching the man carry out her instructions and she liked it.

"Good boy. Plenty of oil. I wouldn't be so cruel as to make you do it 'dry' now would I?"

"No, no Goddess, no. You're very kind. Very patient. Thank you so much."