This is a reproduction of the first story I have ever written. It was written especial for the woman that has inspired the character of Angel. I hope you enjoy it. As always, I encourage you to vote and I invite your comments. So please take the time and let me know what you like and dislike. Thank You, S.S.
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Seated in her foyer waiting, with all the patients that Angel's nerves would allow her to muster, for her daughter to take her to the airport. Repeatedly she would rise and walk over to the hall mirror just to check her appearance. Angel must have repeated this checking process 20 times and each time she finds that her makeup, hair and clothing is just as she would desire. While everything was not perfect they were as perfect as her features would permit.
Logan Airport was about a 35 miles away by car and Angel's daughter was taking off of work to drive her there in time to catch her flight west. Master had sent her a first-class ticket. He was summoning her to his side. To meet in person for the first time. It had been months since they met on line. They would talk almost everyday on their computers, and then they would sneak into the privacy of a phone call.
Again Angel walked over to the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. As she looked into the mirror she wondered how Master would feel about her being taller than he is. She did not hide this fact from him. Nor did he hide the fact that it was on his mind for a time when they first met.
As these things were running through her mind Angel lightly fingered the necklace Master had sent her. He had not ordered her to wear it today, but she thought the silver would go well with her skirt and blouse. Besides, to Angel it looked like a collar. There are two metal pieces that snap together behind her neck and lay on top of her collarbone. The rest of the necklace is made up of over two hundred silver strands that wrap around her neck as they lay flat on her upper chest.
In this day of permanent press her white blouse is ironed to perfection. The open collar allows the necklace to show, but it is only open enough to give off just a hint of the cleavage of her more than ample breast. A smile came to her face as she noticed how clearly she could see her nipples through the material of the blouse. Angel had purchased a new cutout bra for this special meeting that left her nipples exposed. As she looked into the mirror Angel lifted, and lowered, each breast with her hands, and as if she was talking to the mirror she said. "I know he will like these."
The pleated skirt was a very dark blue and had a matching suit jacket. Angel was counting on the jacket to hide her nipples from the rest of the world. The hemline rested just above her knees. Angel smiled to herself as she noticed the flat of her stomach. Remembering all the hard work it took to get her stomach to be flat again after having her third child. That baby is now the daughter that she is waiting for, and has two babies of her own.
A close look at her red hair Angel found every strand in place. Although her hair is short it still is very fashionable for a woman. Angel wondered if her Master would have liked it a little longer. Oh well, it is to late now, she thought to herself. Again smiling within Angel's thought wandered to the stereotypes of redheads that says they are the most passionate women in all the world. It was true in her case. She thought it was amassing that she would have such passions within her, especially when she looked at how she was brought up.
Sitting back down Angel thought about her past and the road that brought her to this point in her life. Her first sexual experience at the age of 8 consisting of oral sex with her older cousin. Lost her virginity at age 10. The first female to female experience at age 12 was directed by a neighbor as a show for his friends. First child at age 15 and her third at age 20. Two very abusive husbands. And, now she sits waiting to go and meet a man that it is her desire to call him Master of her life.
Many may think her unbalanced, Angel thought, but to her it is very normal. As a child and as a young woman she put up with all that was asked of her just out of her desire to please. To serve the needs of an other. The man in her life.
The honk of the car horn broke into her thoughts. Angel jumped up with a start. Quickly she grabbed her suit case, purse, jacket and was out the door. Her daughter, Babs, was half way up the walk as Angel stepped out on to the porch. Babs reached to take her mother's bag, but Angel just shook her head and kept walking. "Lets go dear. I don't want to be late."
Rushing to the car, Babs held the back door open as Angel tossed her bag into the car. When both gals were strapped into the front seat off they went.
Once they were on their way, Babs started the conversation, "Mom are you sure you want to do this? How do you know that he is not some kind of weirdo?" Babs knows about her mother's desires.
"I have talked to this man for over four months now and not received one warning sign."
"Mom I know, but that has only been over the phone. Once he gets you to his house and all tied up he can do anything he wants."
"I know dear, but we are not going to his house right away. We are staying in a hotel near the airport until I feel safe enough to go to his home." Angel went on, "Oh dear, I left his name, the name and number to the hotel and his house in an envelop on the kitchen counter, and I will call you each night at about 9 PM. If for some reason I do not call, you are to call the local police and give them these numbers."
"You bet. I will turn his ass in if I do not hear from you." Angel just reached over and patted her daughter on the shoulder.
The rest of the ride they talked about everyday things. The children, their deadbeat father and Babs' new boyfriend whom she had just met on the internet. Every once in a while Babs would throw in a question about D/s and how it feels.
Just as they were stopping to drop Angel off at the airport she turn to Babs to answer her questions, "When you are with the right Master it all feels wonderful." Angel grabbed her bag and said, "Give the kids a kiss and hug for me and I will call you tonight."
*****
Once she was seated on the plane Angel started to thumb through the magazine that she had brought to read on the trip, but she really was not interested in reading. Her mind was on her Master. Remembering back to a little over four months ago....
Angel was moderating a chat room called "Safe For New Subs", she and another online friend set the room up to help out the "Newbies" that would come online full of questions. The idea of the room was just what the title says ... it was safe ... and it worked until the predators destroyed it.
At any rate Angel was in the chat room and in pops this Dom with the name of "No Game". He had a profile that would tell anyone that he was not interested in a new sub of any kind and any submissive that was interested in him had to be out of her mind. Angel had decided that she was going to put him on "ignore" if he said the least little thing out of line. Then she was surprised that he never did.
His real name is Scott Andrews. Scott did not enter into the conversation right away. He stayed in the background until one day a predator attacked a newbie sub. To Angel's delight No Game jumped into this predator's stuff and would not let him loose until he ran the SOB out of the chat room. When his defense was no longer needed he sent a message to the room, "Sorry about that Ladies." He then slipped back into the background.
Every once in a while Scott would answer a question placed before the group. Angel felt that his answers were different, but she had trouble putting her finger on it. Then one day a sub asked the room if she needed to submit herself to anyone that said they were Dom. No Game was the first to put his answer on the screen.
"NO!!!! You submit only to your Dom/Domme!!!!!"
His next comment really hooked Angel, "You owe respect to others regardless if they are Dominate or submissive. They are people ... treat them with respect. As the submissive it is your choice who you submit to. Not the Dom's. If a Dom is forcing you to submit against your will that is RAPE not D/s."
Scott went on, "To all of you submissives I say you need to obey only your Master ... To all others you are an equal and deserve to be treat as an equal."
He may have tried to slip into the background after that, but the girls would not allow it. They all wanted to hear more from this new Master that talked different than all the rest. Angel would have bet that most of the girls in that room were getting wet between the legs just thinking about this man with the new attitude. She did not chase after Scott on that day, but she did put his name on her buddy list so she could track him whenever he came online.
The tapping on her shoulder disrupted her thoughts. It was the flight attendant asking if she wanted a drink. Angel said she would take a white wine as she looked about. The plane had taken off and she had not even made a conscious note of the fact.
As it turned out tracking this man was harder than Angel had thought it would be. He only used the "No Game" screen name when he was in the "Safe" chat room.
Apparently Scott had made notice of her as well and place her screen name on his buddy list for his other name. Every once in a while she would get this instant message from this stranger named, "Master Trainer" The messages were always very respectful and always seeking assistance for a newbie sub in trouble. Once his message had been conveyed he would slip into the background again.
From that point on the chase was on. Angel had never chased a man like she did Mr. Scott Andrews, but then she had never met a man like this before. When she first IM'd and told him that she had been watching him in the room and thought he was the kind of man that she wanted to have as her friend.
Scott pointed out all the things that would be wrong about them being a Dom/sub pair. Angel is taller than he is ... He was not a breast man and did not really like big tits .... He was not looking for a sub. Angel would come back at him asking, "Do you have a problem being friends with a woman with big boobs?"
"I have no problems being your friend. In fact, I like you, but I am not looking for a slave. So, if you are looking for a Master, I am not it and you are wasting our time."
So they both agreed to see if they could become friends. And ... they did. Very fast and very close. Angel learned that Scott had been in a D/s relationship with is wife for over 25 years. It ended when she died in an auto accident. That was only a few years before and he was not yet ready to let her go and so he could find another.
