We've chatted for months now, both online and on the phone, and written many stories together. I immediately found her intriguing and beautiful, but as time went on, I became obsessed, and my desire to see her became overwhelming. She was the ultimate submissive, but stubborn, and with a keen mind to boot. I found myself telling her things that I'd never told anyone, and more and more, thoughts of her invaded not just my dreams, but also random waking moments. I determined that we needed to meet in real time, if for no other reason than to enable me to regain control of my life.
I flew down to Florida and rented a room at a motel two miles away from her house. Cautious surveillance told me of her household's comings and goings; when her husband and children left, and when they returned. I knew she was off on Sundays, and that her husband would be working, and the kids out doing things with their friends. I would go to her when she was alone, and it would either be the magic I had dreamed of, or I would finally be able to forget her.
I decided that Sunday was my best chance to have her. I sat in my room on Saturday night, restless with anticipation, hoping all would go well. I wasn't even sure what I thought the end result would be, but she was my own personal demon, and I knew that this was my only chance for exorcism. Sleep mostly eluded me, but finally it was seven in the morning. I decided to take up my post, and then make my move. Like some kind of deranged serial killer, I parked down the street, watching the house until I saw first her husband leave, and then the kids.
I got out of my car and made my way towards her house, trying to look as though I had some legitimate business there. From my position I could see into the house, and the open design enabled me to see all the way through to the backyard. I was elated to see her walk out to the pool in a skimpy bikini, set up her lounge chair and spread out a towel. Then to my surprise, she slowly removed her suit until she was totally naked, and if I had not known better, I would have sworn that she did it just for me. After stretching like a sleepy cat, she settled herself on the chair, and let the sun magnify her beautiful glow.
For a moment, I stood transfixed, as she lay there, totally exposed to the sun, and the world around her. I realized that it was now or never, though, and slowly moved into the backyard. My approach was quiet and stealthy, and as I got closer she stretched her arms above the chair, as if asking me to subdue them. Quickly I grabbed her wrists with one hand, and straddled her, putting my other hand over her mouth. The look in her eyes at first was total shock and surprise, but it quickly turned to fear, as she realized her vulnerability.
"Angel, it's me" I said quietly, and took my hand from her mouth. After all the hours we'd spent on the phone together, she knew my voice immediately. The light which shown in her warm brown eyes made my trip worthwhile, even if nothing else happened between us. She struggled to sit up, and I rose and knelt beside her, releasing her wrists now, as well. Her arms went round me, and her warm, naked body clung to me like there was no one else in the world. "You know why I'm here, don't you?" She nodded wordlessly, a rapturous smile on her face, and I took her hand, leading her to the wooden deck.
"I think you know what's first, don't you?" The object of my obsession nodded her head shyly, and kissed me gently. "Then get into your submissive position" I ordered. She quickly dropped to her knees on the hard boards of the deck, legs apart, chest thrust forward, hands behind her neck, and eyes lowered. "Very good, my Angel" I stated calmly, trying to project a casualness I didn't feel. "Here is where you will prove your devotion to me."
