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sweetpetslave -> RE: Stood up on first meeting (9/2/2007 7:57:29 PM)
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this is strue story...so you are not the only one, and sadly not the last either...
Abandoned
She sits in the corner of her room, huddled under a blanket trying to overcome the chill she feels down to her bones. Her computer in on, waiting for a message to come. Her mind keeps racing back over the last two years, trying to figure out what happened. He had told her how pleased He was with her and her ability to adapt to the many different scenarios He had given her. He had said how He was looking forward to Her coming to Him, and how much they both were going to enjoy their first physical contact. Now she is sitting in the corner, feeling more naked and alone than she has ever felt in her life.
She has always been a very sensual and sexual girl, but had learned to keep all that hidden and somewhat under control. Alone in her bed at night, she would have fantasies of a man, strong and very dominating, coming into her room and taking her forcefully. She would imagine him doing all manners of different things to her. Then afterwards, holding her close to him to reassure her that she belonged to him and always would. When she tried to share these feelings with someone, she was told that nice girls did not feel that way and girls who did would end up unhappy and on the streets. So, she tried to live the "normal" life, but knew deep inside that she was different. What she did not know was that there was a whole world out there that felt as she did.
After trying the "normal" married life and raising 3 fine young men, she went back to these feelings of needing to be able to surrender completely to someone. She was, at this time, married to an alcoholic and wife beater who stalked her every time she tried to leave him. He had not touched her in a sexual manner in over 10 years, a fact she was thankful for, as he never could maintain an erection for more than two minutes and it always left her feeling even more desperate and unsatisfied with her life. She needed something to fill her days, so she started doing volunteer work. She enjoyed this and it encouraged her to do more about her life. She started exercising and even started a new diet, which further made her feel better about herself. Still, she knew that a deep desire within her was not being fulfilled, and there was a longing in her that all this could not satisfy.
One day after one of the usual arguments with her husband, she sat in front of her computer, wondering…thinking…someone else out there must feel the same. They, too, must be searching for the "something" missing. So, with trembling hands, she went to a dating web site and filled out a profile. Within a day, the responses were over-whelming her mailbox. Most were just talkers; some wanted just a one-night affair. Then one day as she was browsing the profiles, she found someone who interested her and scared her at the same time. He called to her deep, dark nature, arousing it and making it come to light after all the years of being suppressed. She wrote him these simple lines, "No man can tame me…Many have tried and all have fallen pitifully short." She never really expected a response from him, but within minutes he did respond with, " You have a very smart mouth and need someone to teach you how to control it." Her heart raced…’dare she respond to this?’ and before she could answer her own question, her fingers were already asking him to help her, to teach her, to take her. Thus started the M/s relationship, her first, and she was deliriously happy for 2 years. He made her stretch her mind and imagination beyond any boundary she had ever known. Just the sound of his voice could send waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. He taught her to enjoy some levels of pain and to accept and endure other levels because it pleased her Master, and therefore to derive pleasure in knowing she pleased Him. He would call her at least once a week for a session over the phone, and after He would allow her to have an orgasm, His voice would be so soft in her ears, telling her how pleased He was with her and how well she was advancing. He loved hearing her cries of pain and then the cries of ecstasy from the release He allowed her. They had started making plans to meet in person. The airline tickets were purchased, reservations were made, and the day was ever drawing near. She could hardly contain her excitement; she was going to finally be with the one whom had finally set her free by enslaving her to Him. She was looking forward to finally feel His hands on her flesh, to feel the sting of His whip, the force of Him taking her as He willed.
Then, without warning, the e-mails and phone calls stopped. At first she thought nothing of this as there had been several hurricanes in His area and communications could be spotty. But after two weeks, she got scared. Someone advised her to ask the police in His area to check on Him at the address that He had given her. It turned out to be the address of a Self-storage company. She was angry, hurt, and felt more alone than ever. She tried several times to get a response from Him. Finally it sank into her head, and heart that she had been abandoned. So she sits in that corner, not really knowing for how long, shivering and waiting, alone and desperate, and feeling more naked than she has ever felt before…
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