Do you want to play a game?
A lonely housewife enters into a virtual Sub/Dom relationship.
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I was bored. I was bored and lonely, that's how this all started. Sometimes I feel like an addict. Something inside me tells me to stop, that no good comes from this and it's harmful. But the thrill of it gives me keeps me going.
Many times I've told myself enough, no more. All I have to do is delete and block his number and this will be done. But I yearn for his messages to arrive, when they do my whole body trembles with excitement and arousal.
The longer the gaps between his messages the bigger the thrill. I do what he says, when he says to do it... and to hell with the consequences.
It wasn't always that way. This started about a year ago. I'd secretly joined an 'affairs' website. A site for married men or women looking for an affair secretly, whatever that may entail.
I had no intention of having an affair in reality. I liked the idea of thinking I would, the thrill. I don't recall how I came across the site but it was free for women to join. I think I was after some attention, to feel wanted and sexy again.
I'm Kim, forty two, with two children, fifteen and eighteen, both girls. I've been married for twenty years to Brian. We'd known each other since our teens. Brian works in I.T, is thoughtful, caring, hard working and a great father. He's also nice, too nice.
Our family life is fine, I shouldn't complain. He makes good money, our children are doing great. I also work as a P.A to a local businessman who buys and sells property.
My life had become mundane, the same routine for years. The spark had long since died in our marriage. It was never great to start with, but after kids it certainly died down then died completely after I hit forty. Brian is fifty five.
We do occasionally have sex, I think he initiates it because he thinks he should rather than he wants to, it's dull and brief. I make a kind of slight attempt at an orgasm sound as he comes, even that is half hearted. We don't talk about it, after he's done we awkwardly smile and go to sleep or reading, or anything else.
Ironically a few days on this 'affair' site made me appreciate what I had more. The lowlifes and losers on there, the messages ranging from the crude to the desperate. I found myself feeling like these men were real scumbags for looking for affairs whilst married. The hypocrisy of me being on the same site wasn't lost on me. Maybe the fact I knew I wouldn't really go through with it made me feel superior to them. The truth was I was just after attention and I was just as bad as them for creating an account.
I did message back and forth with a few good looking ones, most on there were very overweight and past it. Their profiles all read the same, 'looking for no strings sex', was the gist of it. The ones I messaged never went far, they couldn't hold a conversation or would just ghost you if you didn't send nude photos immediately.
There was one profile I messaged that stood out. He had no photos of himself, just a profile picture of a whip and a tagline that read,
'Do you want to play a game?'
I don't remember the exact wording of his profile, there were words like 'virtual only' 'excitement' and talk of exploring new areas of sexuality. He said women interested in exploring a submissive side should contact him. It was the first profile that actually intrigued me. I sent him a quick message on the site that I'd like to know more, thinking nothing of it and expecting it to fizzle out like the other men I'd interacted with.
He replied the next day.
"First of all you address me as Master or Sir if you want any chance to be my sub. Second of all, tell me why you think you'd make a good sub to me? Master C."
My first reaction was of laughter and shock at the sheer arrogance of his reply. Then I realised this was part of the role play. I'd never had an interest in BDSM before and knew very little about it. Something about the domineering, control and authority was a turn on I hadn't experienced before. Being told what to do and having to do it. Someone perhaps knowing your desires you don't know yourself or won't admit, and forcing them out of you. At least it was anything but dull.
My reply was surprisingly honest. I started with 'Hello Master'. I then explained that actually I was new to it all but interested (which was half true at this point). I told him I'd make a good sub because I was willing to learn and do what he says.
I didn't even really know what a sub was other than it stood for submissive. What did it really involve? I had no idea. In my head I expected him to become a creep or crazy man at some point and I'd just delete him.
Another day went by before his next reply.
"That's much better. Now here are the rules of the game.
You address me as Sir or Master at all times and always with respect.
You must ask permission if you want to ask a question.
If I text you you must reply immediately or ask permission to reply later.
NEVER ask for a reward, you will be rewarded if your behaviour is deemed worthy.
NEVER show me your face, I don't wish to see it.
You must send me a list of EVERY limit you have, outside of these you will do as I command.
Our interactions will be virtual only via message. We will never meet, call or video chat.
To start with, every day you must send me a tribute. A naked picture of you on your knees. Do not show your face.
If and only if you agree to all of this we can continue.
To play, reply to this message with your whatsapp number and the message
' Use me to play with as you wish.'
Below this list your limits.
We'll then begin via whatsapp.
Master C"
My jaw dropped, my logical reaction should have been that this was a creep after nudes, but actually I was incredibly turned on.
It wasn't so much the submissive element at first. I think it was the anonymous nature of never wanting to meet or show my face. There was an erotic element to it, a turn on with the safety of knowing I could always just block him when I wanted. And of course the control and domination. I felt an erotic tingle at the thought of sending naked pictures on my knees. I hadn't felt like this in years.
But I had no idea what 'limits' were. I found myself googling down the rabbit hole reading about Sub/Dom relationships and learning about limits. Things you don't want done to you basically.
