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."
