So, Miss "I am curious", my sweet little "hopeless" from AOL, was my neighbor just down the street. It was Vicki after all. I have been told and have suspected that more people are into D/s than I ever thought, but this was good luck beyond belief!
What would I do next? My good fortune was arousing me. My cock stirred instantly in my jeans. What to do next. How would I handle it? Now that I knew Vicki's secret, I realized that I possessed more power than I ever expected to have this early on... and that sort of power inspired me. It inspired me to fuck with her in ways both mental and physical.
My first inclination was to pounce, to surprise her, to let her know who I was and what she had done by revealing her most secret, and perverse desires to me, practically a stranger, catching her in her indiscretion, making her twist, watching her tremble as I informed her of the peril she had put her self in. But that wouldn't do. I wouldn't indulge myself that way yet. Patience, I thought, patience was what was needed. She wasn't experienced after all. She was young, and married too. Her husband, for whatever reasons hadn't been paying proper attention to his young, bored, horny wife. I had no intention of breaking up a marriage, but letting her think just that might be useful. I would let her think our new relationship might do that, or at the least, cause her endless shame. Indeed, needy women such as Vicki will hand over the very thing you need to force their submission, much as a horse would fetch it's own bridle. It gives them a rationale to do the forbidden so they don't feel responsible, so they feel the thing they want the most... to be helpless, to be the object of someone else's pleasure, to be desired so much that someone would be willing to throw out convention to have her. No, I would wait, wait her desperation had reached it's peak, then I would have her.
I did call her later. We mostly made small talk. I was careful not to give myself away by revealing too much about me. She was clearly nervous and it was obvious she didn't feel comfortable having my voice so close as to penetrate her ear. A phone conversation is much more personal and less safe than an anonymous computer chat. She offered nothing as to our earlier online conversation. I didn't push it and politely cut the conversation short without making any promise to call back or giving her directions to call me. Maybe she had lost her desire, I thought. I would wait and see.
Later that night as I was checking my email up popped her name on AOL, then came the chat window.
"I am sorry about today."
"It is okay."
"NO, I am really sorry, you have been very nice and patient with me."
"I am a patient man."
"You see I am married, but my husband doesn't understand how I am. He thinks I am perverted. Am I perverted?"
"Of course you are Dear ;)"
"No, Seriously?"
"Does it feel perverted to you?"
"I don't know, but just know how I am."
"Then lets start slow. Why don't you ask me some questions."
"Okay. Would you tell me about that woman you were with the other night? What did you do to her?"
"Well..., I made her present herself to me in such a way as I found desirable. I tied a rope around her waist and between her legs and took her out for a drive, naked except for a leather collar, leash and of course her heels. After we talked I brought her back to my home, tied her wrist above her head, whipped her, fucked her several times, the last time in her ass, and sent her on her way."
"I wished it had been me, I haven't had sex three times in three weeks."
"Doesn't you husband find you desirable?"
"He does for about five minutes once a week. He gets finished really quickly and then his cock just hangs there."
"Do you masturbate?"
"Yes, all the time."
"Then stop it. From now on you will only masturbate when I give you permission and only the way I tell you too."
"Okay."
"When I give you a command I expect you to reply, yes sir."
"Yes sir."
" I believe my age and experience, deserve that sort of reply."
"Yes sir."
I began to keep a record of our chat's, usually requiring her to sit bare assed at the computer while we chatted and allowing her to masturbate as I told her how I wanted her to do it. She was beginning to loosen up, being openly more submissive and respectful, but most importantly she was beginning to feel the pangs of desperation. She told me the her secret fantasies, of being a sex slave, having her choices taken away. For someone who professed a lack of experience, her fantasies were rather extreme. She thought herself to be "bad". She wanted to be humiliated, used, punished. She told me how she had used household items to fuck herself. She had even tried to tie herself to her bed. I made her keep a diary of her fantasies and send me daily logs. It made good reading!
She had asked to call me more and more. She said she really wanted to hear my voice now. I told her that she was to call me and I gave her a specific time to do it. She did as she was told. Once on the phone she became more open and freer about telling me her needs, even as I told her my expectations. She said she felt like she was in a whirlpool, losing control of herself, losing control of her will. She said she felt like she was being bad and yet it felt delicious and inescapable. I assured her she was bad and in need of discipline and punishment and that her obedience was required in order to get what she needed.
She said she wanted more than anything to experience what we talked about, but she was afraid and scared. For so long she had lived this way in her head, never allowing it to escape, but now she felt overwhelmed. She asked me to help her. She said I was the first man who seemed to understand her. She said she didn't want to lose me. The desperation in her voice and words were my cue to proceed. I am no fool however, she still felt safe, anonymous, I wondered how she would react when the whole picture could be seen.
It was a Tuesday morning when I went to pick up the newspaper in my robe. Vicki's husband drove by on his way to work. I gave him a neighborly wave but he didn't see me and drove by. Little was he aware of what a wanton slut his wife would become, what I would do to her, how I exposed her soul and soon her body.
After a shower and shave I decided to take a walk. Work had been slow and the cool spring air would be nice. As soon as I walked outside I could see Vicki working in her flowerbeds, planting some more flowers around the shrubs she had planted earlier. She was on her hands and knees wearing shorts and a tank top. I admired her ass. She was rather skinny, but she presented a nice little camel toe as seam of her shorts cut between her ass cheeks. Pretty soon I would have her on her hands and knees for my own purposes. It seemed like a good time. I walked up behind her.
"Hard work isn't it. They never show you the backbreaking labor involved on those gardening shows."
She looked up and wiped the sweat from her brow. She was out of breath.
"Oh, hi. Yeah, it is harder than you think it will be. Do you think this lorapetalum will live here?"
"Sure, but you will have to train it to keep it from over growing the other plants."
"I wish I knew more about landscaping."
"I will be glad to help you any way I can. Why don't you come over and I will show you my back garden. Maybe you will get some ideas."
