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Your day was going quite normally. Caleb sent over his uncut newest video. A cooking video for his braised chicken wings.
He did his intro, made his jokes with ease and rather expertly cooked. However as he was using the sink water sprayed all over him.
“Ah fuck” he jumps back but it's too late his t-shirt was already soaked.
He sighs and starts to walk off camera. As he reaches the edge of the frame he pulls his shirt off. It was only for a split second but you saw the expanse of his skin. His dripping toned torso.
You audibly gasp like a Victoria lady. Sure Caleb has most of his life online but he never posted himself shirtless. You felt weird like you've seen something you weren't supposed to.
After some rustling Caleb returns into frame with a new T-shirt. “Make sure to edit that out Sofia” he said with a playful smile pointing at the camera.
You thought for a moment he could see you. Your face flushed hearing him speak to you.
Just a few clicks is all it took to delete the footage. No one else was allowed to see that.
—-
Caleb called you when you sent over the finished video. You talked about certain revisions and changes but he always seemed pretty happy with your product.
The conversation seemed to take a turn however. Despite spending ninety percent of your time editing his YouTube videos the conversation always steers to his NSFW content. You're not quite sure why he's so passionate about it. But as his editor you will be respectful and not ask why.
“Im struggling for ideas at the moment” he tells you. “I tend to do what my high tire members request. What do you suggest?”
“Well I think variety is important to appear to everyone's tastes”. You nods thoughtfully “Also by looking at the bigger picture you can see how you stand out from your competitors”
“Hmm my competitors” he seems amused as if he never really thought about it that way.
“Other men, they create audio based on their own male fantasies… but what's important is try to appeal to the female gaze”. You knew Caleb wasn't like those other guys; he seemed pretty intune with his audience.
“What would you consider the female gaze?”he asked genuinely curious.
“A majority of audios focus on male dominant role… by being a submissive man you can stand out”
“That's what women want … a submissive man?” His tone is soft and serious.
“No… lots of women like that dominant stuff… you should definitely keep up the Colonel audios” Even you liked listening to m dom from time to time.
“What do you prefer, a submissive or dominant man?”. God he says it so casually! Does he know what it does to you?
Submissive you respond in your head. Luckily you didn't say it out loud.
“That's not really important… this is about what you want”.You expertly steer the conversation away. You don't want to accidentally let your sexual preferences slip.
“I thought it was what the audience wants” he smiles looking fun at you.
“Well what do you want … out of it?” you ask curiously.
He goes quiet for a moment. “I guess what the audience wants,” he says unconvincingly, his sentence trailing off.
“You could get more fancy with the asmr, with more sound effects to make it more immersive?” you suggest changing the conversation again.
“Yeah?” He is interested in what you have to say.
“More attention to detail you know, like footsteps, clothes rustling bed creaking - I can add it in post”.
To a point you were very successful in separating yourself from the work. Staying analytical as you would with his usual safe for work content.
His eyes are glazed over. He hums in agreeance. “Thanks … you input is greatly appreciated… with my audience being mainly women”.
He chuckles “there's not a lot of people I can casually talk about with this stuff”.
“Do you write a script?”
“Hmm?”
“Well going forward it would be useful for the audio cues-”
“Yeah I do, obviously I improvise a lot at the end” yes you could tell as much when you listen.
“Okay good”.
—--
It seems the hardest part of editing was trying to find high quality sound effects.
The audio you were working on now was a masochistic type where Caleb gets spanked as a punishment. You laugh at yourself. What even is this job?
You had all of the sound effects needed, the rustles the footsteps but you had no sound effects for the actual slaps.
You groan running your hands in your hair. For hours now you've been scouring the Internet for the right noise.
You could just record it yourself.
Woah.
Why did that pop into your head?
I mean you had the right microphone. If you did yourself you could get the timing just right. You're not doing anything dirty… it's just acting.
At the moment you were wearing shorts your bare thigh exposed. Yes just slap your thigh. Nothing dirty about that. You'll be gentle.
You return to the audio project finding the spanking section. You breathe deeply reassuring yourself that what you're doing isn't weird.
“Ha punish me? You're not going to punish me” his voice rings out defiant and bratty.
He yelps and you hear the rustle of movement.
All of his confidence melted away. “You're going to spank me?”.
“You want me to count?” he trembles scared.
You brace yourself, rubbing your thigh and you bring your hand down.
Slap
“Aah!” He gasps. Fuck that hurt. You soothe the red skin of your thigh. Okay that was too hard. I need to be gentler.
You listen back to the slap. It was perfect. The microphone picked it well and it really sounded like Caleb just got hit.
How many times does he get spanked? Your eyes fart over the script. 10! Oh Lord. The things you do for this man.
Slap.
Caleb regains his composure “o-one”
Slap. You wince in pain but your ears are immediately sweetened by the sound of Caleb's whimper.
“Two. Fuck” he curses under his break
Slap
“Three!” He squeals in pain. “I'm sorry - I promise I'll be a good boy - please - I can't take this anymore”.
Slap.
“Aah” he winces.
“Yes, yes I'm sorry - you are right I've been a bad boy” he admits defeat finally becoming more obedient.
Slap
“Hnng five”
Slap
“Six”. “What? No! I'm not enjoying this!”
“I'm not hard” you can hear him cover his face in embarrassment.
Slap
“I'm not lying-aah”
Slap
“I'm sorry” his words start trembling as if he is starting to cry “I'm a liar. I'm so fucking hard, miss”
Slap.
“Seven!”
“Please” he starts to beg his voice hoarse.
You click pause. You've done all you needed to.
Oww. You look down at your thigh. Red hand-shaped blotches cover every inch. You tried to be gentle even slapped in different spots so it would hurt less.
You jump up limping to the freezer for some ice to soothe the hot pain.
Ding!
A message from Caleb: Is the next edit ready?
You sit back down replying: not yet I had to do some of the sound effects myself.
Amused you take a photo of your thigh and sent it to him as proof.
It's only after the message sent did you realise how stupid of you it was to send that photo.
Delete. Delete. You fingers fiddle with your phone.
Oh no. He already saw it.
You didn't really think much of the photo as you sent it. You'd thought it would be funny. You were just sharing your pain with him.
But you actually just sent a photo of your bare thigh covered in red hand marks. Shorts slightly hiked up.
This man hasn't even seen your face yet.
Thighs aren't inherently sexual. Only certain guys are into that. You nod your head reassuring yourself. There is nothing unprofessional about this photo.
Your bones practically leap out of your body as your phone rings. With lightning speed you bring it up to your ear.
“Hello?” You clear your throat “hi”.
“You shouldn't have done that” his deep voice crackles in your ear.
“Huh” your mind turns blank.
“It looked like it really hurts” he scolds his tone angry.
You laugh uncomfortably “aha I couldn't find anything so I thought I would just record it myself”.
“You should've just called me and asked me to do it”.
“Sorry-”
“Have you got anything to soothe the pain?” he interrupts not interested in your apology.
“An ice pack … although I don't think it's working … I'm not really an expert - in this kind of thing”. You had to avoid saying the word aftercare. Because you didn't do anything sexual. Just some acting.
“Have you got any lotions?”.
“Err” you hands dig in your overflowing draw “yep”.
“Okay”
“Ice reduces the swelling but rub the lotion on your thigh”.
You wince a sharp intake of air into your phone as you rub.
“Rub in circles” he orders soothingly.
“Yeah… that's right” the lotion cools your irritated skin.
“Does it feel good?”
You nod your head, biting your lip.
“Sofia?”. Right he can't see you.
“Yes! Yeah all great thanks for the advice” you stop rubbing and put the lotion back into the draw.
“I forgot you're kind of an expert on this type of thing” you laugh casually.
A long pause. “Not really … I just looked it up”
Right just because he does these kinds of things in his audios doesn't mean he does them in real life.
You may have watched all of his videos and even seen his vulnerable side but you don't know him really.