You had met him on the Internet, this Jonathan. He had the heart of a poet and a kind soul like you'd never experienced before. It probably would have ended right there if you hadn't been so bold. You had sent him your picture and he had come back with this ridiculous remark of wagering that women as beautiful as you would walk right past a man like him, never to give a second look. You had taken that bet and agreed to meet even though you both lived far apart. You happily won the bet and that weekend was magical, full of laughter and kindness with this shy, quiet gentleman. Unfortunately, Sunday evening came too soon and he was gone.
Monday came and after work you came home to find beautiful flowers awaiting you with a card saying simply "Well, shall we say this coming weekend, too?" This continued for some time, the weekends were wonderful but the days during the week seemed to drag by. His quiet demeanor and shyness was endearing at times, infuriating at others but you thought best to just let it pass. You knew of your own needs and a side of you that you didn't think you might ever let him see for fear of his reaction. You confided in your closest friend Rita, the one who knew you best, never seeing her smile as anything but pleasure for you. Instead, her mind was formulating a plan, one you didn't know about until it was too late.
Rita and you had always met every Thursday, sometimes for dinner and drinks, sometimes for something completely different. She and she alone knew of your very special need. It was a secret that you had never shared with anyone else. She had a key for your apartment; you'd grown to trust her to take care of things while you were away for whatever reason. Little did you know that your trust was about to be violated and so were you.
He had received the message over your usual game site early Thursday morning. It read, "Can you come in a day early? We need to talk."
He changed his plans immediately and arrived at your door that evening only to be greeted by a stranger, a diminutive 5' 3" brunette with matching eyes flecked with gold. "Hi, you must be Jonathan. I'm Rita, Shannon has told me so much about you, please come in. I hope you didn't mind me sending you that message but I felt it important that we meet and talk." For the next hour he sat there listening to her, his heart racing as she told him things that he otherwise might never have heard. Shortly thereafter they both left in her vehicle for a destination unknown.
When they arrived at what turned out to be her home she told him to wait in the living room, as she had to change first. If you could have seen the worry, the confusion, the lost soul he had become in the last hour you would have done anything to spare him that. Minutes passed and then Rita reappeared and when he saw her he turned his head away. "Why Jonathan, don't you find me attractive?" He couldn't answer, the sight of this woman dressed as she was and the things that he knew were about to happen had left him numb, speechless.
"Follow me" and she walked in front of him and with his head down he did so in her footsteps. They went down a flight of stairs and into a hallway, which led to a door. "Now, don't forget what we talked about and what you need to do." He could only nod his head in agreement and remember back to what she had told him not so long ago. "I am her dominatrix, she is my submissive. She needs a strong hand and I provide it for her. She's told me how shy you are, why you haven't even kissed her yet. You can never fulfill her needs, only I can do that."
"Have a seat in here" she said as she opened a door leading to a room with a single chair inside. "You'll be able to see everything through the one way glass and I'll prove to you what I have said." He sat and with a smile she closed the door and seconds later the other side of the glass was bathed in light and there you were. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling, your hands bound together you were dressed in a purple corselet with garters and stockings only. His eyes grew wide at the sight that till then he'd never dreamed he might see, the mirror providing a clear view of your head slumped forward while the speaker mounted in the ceiling enabled him to hear even your steady breathing.
He heard the door open, the hinges protesting and saw her walk into the room. Where before he had averted his eyes, now he took in the sight of a woman clad in leather, from head to toe. Her entire being had changed since they had arrived at the house, she walked like a lioness stalking her prey and as she reached you she grabbed your hair roughly, jerking your head back and with a smile toward the mirror kissed you thrusting her tongue down your throat. His head hung down as the gesture had the desired effect that she had known all along would happen.
