Master Jack was ready, he and Diane had spent a few weeks talking on the phone and playing both there and online. They had flirted openly on bulletin boards and it was time to claim her once and for all. But now was when he got a shock, it seemed that she had decided to leave her husband which he had known about and go to another man she had met online. He was to be her Master and lover she told him.
I, Master Jack, had been pissed, I railed at everyone around me, I had been so close to claiming this girl and to have this all happen so quickly and have the rug pulled out from underneath me was unacceptable. Diane and her new man had appeared on the boards together, and he flaunted it at every chance he had to show that she had chosen him over me. I had known that she was dear friends with this man but I couldn’t accept that, this was a place I was known and had exerted myself many times. To have such a display of disrespect irked me beyond all reason.
Many times when he posted I tried to ignore it, she had pleaded with me many times to just forget about her and move on but I couldn’t let it end that simply. Despite it all I still wanted her and was determined to get her back in time no matter what it took. I suppose I was simply blinded by rage and stupid stubborn male pride, either way I would have her again though I vowed.
A few months went by and then it happened, I was looking through the bulletin boards and posting here and there when I checked back with one of them and he had responded, “That Bastard,” I swore to myself. The gauntlet had been thrown down, I wasn’t in the mood to be fucked with at this point by some fake would be Master.
I quickly responded and told him he was full of shit and had no idea of what he was speaking nor who he was messing with. He chose not to publicly respond only to privately do it by sending a message saying that Diane was his and I needed to get over it.
I decided then and there that I needed a hiatus, I simply said I was walking away from the boards for a while and then did so. I couldn’t be around and see her on the boards without thinking what could’ve been something great.
A few more months passed when suddenly one day a message from Diane showed up in my email. “Master Jack,” it said, “I’m sorry about all that happened and I miss you, can we talk soon please.”
I chose then to not respond nor did I to the next few emails she sent to me. I wanted to make her need me, to want me, to know what a little while of ignoring and being left out in the open without contact was like. Finally after about the fifth email in a few weeks time I sent her a simple response, “I’ll talk to you when I want too, on my terms.”
Diane replied, “Yes, Sir.”
I waited a few days and then sent her an instant message, “I’m ready to talk,” I told her simply.
