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I should have realized from the beginning that I was getting in too deep. All the signs where there but I had my head in the clouds and couldn’t see what was about to change my life forever. For better or worse was yet to be seen.
I met her on the internet at one of those sites for people interested in the alternative life styles. I had joined on a whim one night and failed to check it again for months. Only when my hotmail was flooded with reminders did I bother to log in again. After about a dozen tries I finally remembered the password and was taken into to a word of sin.
My inbox was full. I mean really full. Obviously the men on this site gleamed on to anything in a skirt. Most of the email hit my rubbish bin before the first line, but a few were well written and at least had a basic understanding of the English language.
Since I had a few hours to kill I took a look around the rest of the site. There were groups for every kind of kink and I admit a few of them turned me on. There were chat rooms too and I sat in a few, getting bored before moving on to another. Then I came across a chat room that didn’t have too many people in, a half a dozen or so. I hit the enter button. Despite the lack of people it was buzzing. The conversations were moving faster than the rooms with five times as many people.
Slowly I began to pick up on what the conversations were about. There were a few serious ones on the life style and a scene going on around the edges. A man was pretending to fuck a girl up the ass, and doing a pretty good job of describing it too. I said hello to the room in general and was surprised to receive some greetings in return. The other rooms I have visited had been cliquey and the women in particular had ignored me. But this room was very different. They greeted each person who entered and there was no silly water balloon antics going on. I soon became absorbed by the conversation.
After about ten minutes a woman walked in and every person chatting stopped to greet her. It was like the place became electric with her presence which was silly since it was just a chat room and no one could see her. But her words on the screen were vivid, as if they were in bold, punching out at me. My heart even skipped a beat and I felt a silly little nervousness in my stomach. Who was she?
She took her time to greet each person individually, asking little personal details.
“How is your little boy, all over his cold?”
“Had some time off work yet?”
“How was the party?”
Nothing intimate, yet personal, taking interest so that they glowed with pride from being noticed by her. I could feel her eyes on me when she noticed my name on the list of chatters.
*smiles* “Hello Jenny, a new visitor to our sanctuary?”
My fingers were shaky. I didn’t know what to say. I felt ridiculous at being nervous with a person who couldn’t see me.
“Yes, my first visit. Nice to meet you.” I managed to peck out on the keyboard.
“Then welcome to you Jenny, and please call me Ma’am.” I stumbled out a reply and took my fingers off the keys before I made a fool of myself.
The conversation went on around me while I tried to calm the thumping in my chest. I was drawn to everything she typed. I read it twice, and I wasn’t the only one. I knew every person in that chat room had their eyes firmly fixed on her. After a bit of experimentation I worked out that if I clicked on a name it brought up a window with their profile on it. Her picture jumped out at me and my heart rate took a steep climb again. It was black and white, a bit arty in comparison to my own webcam shot. She was looking directly at the camera with no shyness or hesitation. The age stated 38, Location: Beverley Hills, occupation: IT, and looking for: Slaves.
I pushed away from the computer a little. Wow. I had never seen it stated like that before. No beating around the bush. My eyes turned back to the chat room for a moment in time to catch her talking to me.
“Did you like what you saw on my profile, jenny?” Oh no. I didn’t realize she could see who had viewed her. “Yes, Ma’am, very much.” I stammered out, ready to click the x and end the whole thing. “Cute smile, jenny. I see we are near each other.” She wasn’t backwards in coming forwards. I wanted to find a hole when I felt ever eye on me, everyone clicking on my profile to have a look. “How long have you been in the lifestyle?”
I didn’t know how to answer that question. I wasn’t in the life style. I liked a little kinky sex but that was about it.
“I’m just looking Ma’am; I haven’t any experience at all.” I typed. “Then we are fortunately to have a newbie here tonight. Welcome to the twisted world of BDSM, jenny.”
She went back to her conversation with a man that simmered next to her. I knew he did because he typed it. When she ran her fingers through his hair I was sure he was going to leave a puddle on the floor.
I slipped out with a “Thank you everyone, thank you Ma’am, good night.” I was exhausted. I had spent fifteen minutes, no more in the chat room and I felt like I had run a marathon.
The sound of bell brought my attention back to the screen. A small mail box popped up and I clicked on it. Would the heart attacks never end tonight? It was mail from her.
Jenny.
Lovely to meet you tonight all be a short meet. Don’t let being a newbie put you off, we all started somewhere.
Reply, let’s get acquainted.
M
I got up from the table and put the kettle on, just to do something with my fingers. I made a cup of coffee I didn’t need, and turned the TV on. But that message was still there.
Reply. But how? What would I say? I usually wasn’t so lost for words. I hit the reply button but left it on the screen till my cup was empty wondering what I could type. I tried a few lines but backspaced them all. Too cutesy, too cliché, too silly.
Ma’am,
Thank you very much. It was nice to talk to you too.
J
I left it at that and sent it before I could change my mind. Then I checked my inbox. Nothing. I checked it every minute for the next ten. Nothing. I was coming on midnight and I really should be getting to bed but I couldn’t stop checking that damn email hoping for a reply.
I was about to turn the computer off when the mail box sprang to life and I almost fell over myself clicking on it. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I wasn’t gay, I wasn’t bi. But she did something to me.
Jenny.
Thank you.
I’ll be at the Café Divine on McCadden at noon tomorrow. I shall see you there.
M I blinked and read it again. She can’t be serious. I couldn’t meet a complete strange from the net. And this seemed so definite. Like I wouldn’t even hesitate to jump and run. She must click her fingers at her devoted following and have them lining up at her feet. No way. I wasn’t going.
I fell into bed but my eyes stayed open. I could feel the coil of something inside me and I couldn’t help see her when ever I closed my eyes. I tossed and turned all night, getting only a few hours before my alarm bleared at me rudely. I hit the button and lay there for a while thinking about the same things that had kept me awake. “Nope, I’m not going.” I work in an art gallery. Unfortunately this gives me a lot of time to think. I was jittery all day knowing that she would soon arrive at the café. Would she be pissed that I didn’t come? Would she send me a scathing email?
At quarter to noon I went for coffee as usual, moving on extra slow legs so that I wouldn’t be anywhere here Café Divine at noon. So how my legs got me there I don’t know. I don’t remember turning into the café, or looking around. I don’t remember what my brain through it was doing in going to meet her. But I did. And that was when my life changed forever.
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