Marie is a decent God fearing woman brought up in the Catholic faith. She has spent the last twenty years of her life raising a family and looking after her husband. It is only now at the age of forty-six that she is being given the time and energy to explore what she now wants from life. Her husband and her sleep in separate beds as so many seem to do after years together with little time for affection or love. Indeed Marie now has her own room. It is her sanctuary, a place where she can relax and allow her mind the freedom, which it has always yearned for. Ever since the engineer delivered and set up a computer in her room twelve months ago Marie has chatted with people she would never have met in her ordinary humdrum life. One Person in particular, however, stood out in Marie’s mind. She called Him her Storyteller. The following is the story of what happened when Marie crossed that boundary between reality and fiction and travelled to meet the One who had mesmerized her with His words on many occasions into the early Internet hours of the morning. And now dear reader I want you to imagine yourself as this woman Marie, remembering you have lead what some may call a sheltered sexual life after the indoctrination of a religious faith.
Marie you arrive at your destination 15 Parkfields Place exactly on time. It is 1:30pm on a pleasant summer’s afternoon. You have driven here to meet with your Internet Master. The Man who has not only made you smile but has released your mind onto pathways you have always feared to tread. As you approach the blue hardwood door you are still unsure why you are here. Yes you have come willingly. Yes you are here to be punished, but punished for what, for your impure thoughts? For allowing your inner self to cross your self- inflicted line? Who knows, for even now as you see only words before you, deep inside you are filled with emotion, fear, excitement and the abandonment of your responsibilities as a wife and a mother. I may be the one inviting you to cross that threshold but only you can make that step. And it is only you who has the power to turn away from the words that lay before you. The choice is yours and yours alone!!!
The door opens and a tall, slim woman greets you. She is probably in her mid twenties with long black hair flowing down her back. She seems pleasant enough and invites you to freshen up and take some coffee up on the first floor. Once you are refreshed you are guided into a large, warm lightly scented room. A huge black bed is the centrepiece of the room. Helen stays with you and invites you to remove all your clothing except your knickers. You feel nervous undressing before a strange woman and sensing this Helen stands near the window and looks out onto the garden below affording you a little privacy and the time to adjust. You are now naked except for your lacy black panties, which you bought especially for today. Your dark, wispy hair shows above the top of the lacy band. Helen asks you to lie back on the bed before fastening your hands and feet to straps hidden below the mattress. Helen then fastens a leather blindfold tightly over your eyes, blocking out all light. She then leaves the room. You are all alone in a strange house. You have heard nothing from your Master. Thoughts flood your head. No one knows you are here. Your family believes you are out shopping. You feel vulnerable, stripped of all that you hold to be the norm. Only the occasional sound of birds outside is there to reassure you. But also to remind you that this is no Dream!
The door to your room slowly opens and the voice you recognize as your Master’s walks in smiling warmly towards you. "Good Afternoon Marie you know why you are here and you will from this moment on address Me as your Master only. Is that clear, Marie?" He demands.
"Yes Master”, you reply, the blood now pumping around your head.
You are aware of your Master standing close by you. Suddenly He touches you, brushing your lips with His fingers. Then tracing slowly down onto your breasts. Circling your nipples, pinching them, pulling your nipples making you gasp a little. As you cannot see all your senses are focussed on your Master’s touch moving lower over your navel. Slipping under the band of your knickers, His fingers bury into your pubic hair. Then moving lower still, He strokes the engorged lips of your pussy, sliding between them into your moist sex. Your clitoris is so sensitive against your Master’s thumb. He takes His hand away and holds His fingers under your nose. You can smell your arousal.
"You are a very, very bad girl and will be punished for that Marie", He sternly informs.
