The Mask and Missing Time
Ariana 23 is married to Jake 25, both come from affluent families but as Jake wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a director in the film industry they moved to Los Angeles, California. Jake is far more outgoing than Ariana who doesn’t enjoy going out to social gatherings or mixing with people at the exclusive functions to meet the A list movie stars and influential people in the industry.
Jake then introduces Ariana to David Gerhard, a psychologist friend and after a few sessions, Ariana becomes like two completely different people. Her best friend Felicity then meets Sadie, Ariana’s dark side when she receives a phone call telling her to put on the mask and go to a specific address. Ariana cannot remember anything she does during the missing time so asks Felicity to help.
This story contain themes of an adult nature and is Strictly 18+ Adults only – 7800 words
Table of Contents
Chapter One – The first session
Chapter Two – Missing time
Chapter Three – The phone call
Chapter Four – Asking Felicity for help
Chapter Five – Waking up in the car
Chapter Six – Felicity’s plan
Chapter Seven – The Playpen
Chapter Eight – The unexpected
Ariana 23 – Main character
Jake 25 – Ariana’s husband
Felicity 29 Ariana’s best friend
Aaron 34 – Felicity’s husband
David Gerhard – Psychologist
My name is Ariana, I’m twenty three years of age, born and bred in Edmonton, Canada and now living in Los Angeles, California. Married to Jake for just over a year and is two years older than me. We met at University and both come from affluent families but as Jake wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a director in the film industry so we moved to L. A. where he was offered a position with a company called Bad Robot productions.
Jake is far more outgoing than myself and my main issue has always been, I’ve never liked dinner parties or going out to social gatherings and basically, don’t like mixing with people. Jake is always telling me I need to chill out and come out with him to all the exclusive functions to meet the A list movie stars and influential people in the industry. And because I’m simply not into all the ego and glamour, he goes alone.
But then he introduced me to David a psychologist friend of his and after a few sessions, I’ve become like two completely different people. My best friend Felicity has been helping me come to terms with what happened, so some paragraphs and chapters are her talking because I’m under the influence of my masked personality Sadie.
The first session
It was after attending a party at a well known producers house that I told Jake that no way was I ever going to another disgusting event with him again. It was nothing short of a swingers orgy with people fucking and playing with each other and groups of men and women wandering around virtually naked. I’d never seen anything like it in my life and even contemplated divorce but because Jake was my first and only lover, I agreed to have a few sessions with his friend David Gerhard who was a well known psychologist amongst the stars.
The first session was basically like going to marriage counselling and we had to answer all his questions as honestly as possible. David was very professional and came across as a very caring yet neutral individual. I assumed he was in his late forties, also married and had a beautiful five bedroomed home and office in Bel Air, in the foothills of the Santa Monica Mountains.
The following sessions were for us to attend alone and because of his reputation, I agreed, so long as Jake also attended his own sessions. We lived in Santa Monica which was also considered to be a very exclusive neighbourhood, had our own cars, mine being a pearl white Porsche 911, money was not an issue and apart from my unwillingness to mix with his egotistical friends and business associates, I had a very good life.
My best friend Felicity was always telling me how attractive I was and how she wished she had a figure like mine, not that she was huge or anything but she did have much bigger boobs and was a couple of sizes bigger than me, I’m a size 8 by the way. She was also married to Aaron and admitted to me, he was always seeing other women and she was intending to divorce him, but for whatever reason, always ended up forgiving him!
The second session with David was quite strange, as when I returned home I had no recollection of what happened. All I could remember was driving up to his house in Bel Air, him inviting me in, following him into his office and sitting down on a long white leather reclining couch. Then I was making a coffee in my kitchen at home three hours later! I’d been in his house for at least two and a half hours but couldn’t remember anything about the session. Jake asked me how I got on and didn’t seem too concerned at my memory loss so I just assumed it was all perfectly normal.
Two days later, I was shopping in the Mall at Santa Monica Place with Felicity, and again couldn’t remember what happened as I kind of woke up several hours later at home. But what was even stranger, was that I’d purchased a bag full of erotic underwear including two Basques, stockings, suspenders, various bras and crotchless knickers, that no way would I normally buy such disgusting things. Then I opened another carrier bag and found several sex toys including, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs and a beautiful exotic red and black eye mask.
I decided to call Felicity to ask her what was going on but she just said I received a phone call and told her I had to meet someone in Victoria’s Secret so she went home. I didn’t tell her anything else or what I’d purchased as I was still completely confused.
Sitting on the bed, I laid everything out and wondered why I couldn’t remember anything. The items I purchased were definitely not cheap as the Basque alone had a price tag of $1350 dollars. Picking up the credit card receipt I was horrified to discover I’d spent nearly $5000 dollars. And why I bought the disgusting anal probes and huge twelve inch black rubber phallus was really troubling me. Jake was of normal size and me being small and petite, I couldn’t imagine in a million years using such a monster thing on myself. Then there was the exotic mask, that alone cost $920 dollars and I must admit was exquisite. And as soon as I picked it up, I had an uncontrollable urge to try it on.