It was late on a Thursday afternoon as Kristin sat in her office as the latest file on the case was brought into her. This one was a real head scratcher. Two defendants, each claiming the other acted on their own. One witness for one party and another for the other. Kristin sighed and picked up her phone. She would need to head down to the police station again, the witness both having made an affidavit which she would need to read over and add to the already impressive file she has on the case.
She dialed in the number for the police station and had a brief conversation with the secretary and arranged to have a copy of the affidavits, as well as asking the usual questions as to whether anything new had come up to shed any light on the case. The negative answer was expected but nevertheless a bit of a let down as it always was. Kristin had no doubt the case would eventually be solved, they almost always were, but the lack of progress was a bit disheartening.
At twenty eight Kristin was an assistant DA and was fairly young to be occupying this job, but she really loved it and had a deep passion for the work. From the time she was a child she had known this was what she wanted to do. She was unmarried, was not even seeing anyone seriously and was devoted to her work. She never really worried about her looks, although with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, long slender legs and a runway model's good looks along with a pair of breasts which were the secret envy of every girl in the prosecutor's office, she had everything going for her in that department and then some.
Kristin closed her eyes and rubbed her temples for a bit. It had been a very long day. A long week in fact and she was just about ready to head home for the weekend. On a whim she picked up her phone and checked her personal emails, as she did at the end of every day. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she read the name of the sender on the most recent mail. Mistress Elana.
Could it be? After half a dozen emails from Kristin had she finally replied?
Kristin had a passion she kept hidden from all those who worked with her in the prosecutor's office, in fact from everyone she knew. She was an avid reader of erotic literature and for her, Mistress Elana, or Elana_the_cuckquean, was her favorite author. She wrote stories from the viewpoint of both the submissive and the dominant and Kristin was a huge fan of hers. The young assistant district attorney had written to Mistress Elana through the site to congratulate her on several of her stories as they were published but this was the first time she had ever received a reply.
She sat in her chair and looked at her phone for a long time, not daring to select the email just yet as a hundred different thoughts danced through her head. Had she come on too strong? Had her words been too direct? She had been very descriptive in her last email and she was a bit nervous too read the reply. Did Mistress Elana think she was some sort of crazed fan now?
Eventually she could contain her curiosity no longer and she touched the screen to open the email. Her eyes danced over the words on the screen as she read them slowly.
Hello Kristin,
It is with great pleasure that I have read your emails over the past two months. It is always appreciated to know that the work I do is appreciated and that people have as much pleasure reading My stories as I have writing them. I am glad that My words can evoke such powerful emotions in you.
It is perfectly natural to have the emotions you do. Inside all of us there exists, to some extent, the desire to surrender control. This is especially true for those who hold positions of power or importance within society. We all need to have a little escapism now and again.
The emails I receive from both people like you and those who are more critical of My work are what help Me grow as a writer and discover new depths to My characters and scenarios. Those and the real life sessions I have with some of these. Perhaps this is something which would interest you. I know you have intrigued Me and I would love to show you first hand some of the sensations and emotions that have so deeply captivated your imagination.
Let me know if this is something you would like and I can make all of your dreams a reality.
The email ended with Mistress Elana's contact information. Kristin put her phone down on the desk, licked her lips nervously and read over the email once more, her eyes taking in each word carefully to be certain she had not read too much into the meaning of it. She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath. There could be no mistake, Mistress Elana was inviting her to meet in the flesh.
Kristin reached for her phone to enter the contact information and knocked over a glass of water. She swore softly as she pushed her chair back from her desk as water spread out over the wooden surface. She was flustered. The young woman was not normally this clumsy. She walked over to a large cabinet and opened it up, pulling out a roll of paper towels. She moved back to the desk and started to sponge up her mess. 'How did such a small glass hold so much water?' she wondered angrily as she wiped it up..
The small accident did have the welcome effect of allowing her to refocus her mind. She glanced at the contact information again and took a deep breath. Mistress Elana lived about a three hour drive from her. In the same state. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she sat back and tried to relax. She felt hot, and had butterflies fluttering about in her stomach. She sat at her desk, the trip to the police station she has been contemplating earlier now quite forgotten.
She picked up her phone and read the email on more time and then steeled her resolve. She wrote out an email to Mistress Elana, and asked if they could meet. Kristin's mind was racing a hundred miles an hour as her fingers trembled. She had to correct herself several times. She read over her message and again waited a long time before finally pressing the send button. With a sigh she set down the phone and tried to focus on her work once more, which was easier said than done.
Kristin went home that evening, some of the feeling of nervousness remained but it had gradually begun to fade. She would check her phone every few minutes it would seem but there was no reply. She finally settled into bed at ten with a feeling of regret. Mistress Elana did not seem interested in her.
The rest of the week Kristin got back into her work with renewed focus. She put the email she had sent out of her mind and went about her daily routine. She was out to dinner with a few of her old law school friends on that Friday night when she got a notification on her phone. She looked down casually at it and her heart jumped into her throat as she saw that she had a message from Mistress Elana. Layla, her best friend and former roommate put a hand on her arm and asked her if everything was alright. Kristin nodded and just said she was having trouble digesting her dinner.
Excusing herself to the washroom, Kristin headed into the toilets and sat in a stall to get some privacy. She opened the email and read it carefully.
Hello Kristin
It is now 6 thirty PM. If you wish to experience what I can give to you, you will be at My house tonight at 10 thirty PM. You live three hours away. This gives you an hour to wrap up anything you may be busy doing and set out. This offer is for one time only and I will tolerate no tardiness. Do not reply to this email. I shall await your arrival tonight. Do not disappoint Me dear.
Mistress Elana
Kristin looked at her phone. It was already six forty two. Kristin sat frozen in the stall, seeing the words of the message in her mind over and over again. On shaking legs she stood. Could she pass up this chance? She knew the answer even as she asked herself the question. She wanted this, she craved it. All those evenings reading erotica had been leading up to this moment, this decision.
She left the washroom and went out to see her friends. Kristin excused herself to her friends, saying she was not feeling well and needed to go home. Her friends all expressed concern and Layla even offered to accompany her. Kristin smiled and told her friend that she would be fine and would call her this weekend before hurrying out of the restaurant. She got into her car and drove home quickly.