Until the last three months, his life had been rather mundane and he had wondered if things would always be run-of-the-mill for the rest of his natural days. He had a secure, comfortable life with all the familiar trappings…marriage, mortgage, car payments, etc. He’d been married several years to a nice, uncomplicated woman. But their life was routine and average and he had to admit he was bored.
In his restless moments he recalled his life before marriage. It had been vastly different. College days had been busy but fun. At that time he enjoyed a very stimulating relationship with a co-ed. What had started out as sexual experimentation had turned into something hot and torrid and together they discovered the world of BDSM. She had turned out to be a natural submissive and he soon found his niche as a Dom. She was such a willing partner as he practiced various disciplines on her. However, after they graduated he’d become a bit obsessive about it and did not want her to get a job but just stay home and be his slave. She gave it an honest try and was very obedient and satisfying. But she felt she was missing out on life, she had desires and interests that she could not explore beyond serving her Master. After a couple of years she began to feel resentful and she broke off the relationship and moved on with her life.
At first he felt angry and betrayed. Had he not provided her with everything she needed? Then his feelings changed to hurt and self-doubt. He had a difficult time dealing with the doubt, a feeling so alien to him. After a few months he met another woman who was a bit reserved and conventional. She was kind and sweet and he enjoyed being with her, but she did not share his interest in BDSM. After they had dated for a year he had grown very fond of her and opted to repress his Dom nature to keep the relationship they had created.
Now and then he felt he had merely settled for what he had now. He’d sold out and was not being true to himself. This was very frustrating. He in no way wanted to hurt his wife. Yet his feelings and thoughts were growing turbulent and he had no release. That is, until he became acquainted with a woman in an adult chat room. Over time they just shared bits of daily life, books they enjoyed, music they preferred. One day it suddenly changed when she asked him what his reason was for visiting the chat room. He decided to make things interesting and just be open by answering her with a question, “What are your sexual desires?” He noticed a couple of minutes passed by before her response “I want to learn about BDSM.” A smile crept across his face and he decided to engage her in play, albeit only online.
He became her teacher, and she, his enthralled student. They had started out just writing about various ways people practiced BDSM, to what intensities, different fetishes, acceptable types of discipline, and expectations. She had never been sexually dominated, only experiencing conventional intimacy. He knew by her responses and questions that her interest in the BDSM lifestyle was more than mere curiosity. She was gaining an understanding without letting stereotypical impressions negatively influence her perception. He could also discern that she was very aroused by the thought of letting go, allowing a Dom to control her.
He had become strangely intrigued by her; he liked her intelligence and openness. Although he’d not seen a picture of her, she was not someone he’d usually be attracted to by the way she described herself, perhaps a little heavier than he liked a sub to be. But there was something about her, just through written word that appealed to him. Thus, he was patient and took his time before he started practicing online domination with her. Of her own volition, she had started writing of things she wanted to feel and experience in such a descriptive fashion it was incentive for him to continue, if only just to enjoy her letters. It seemed as if she were offering her unspoken desires, perhaps inviting him to contribute. It turned him on as he read what she wanted to do and have done to her. He would write scenarios back to her, and soon he had control of what was happening and she would respond to his suggestions or commands and write back to him of how she felt while doing what he wanted.
She was not allowed to touch herself unless he gave his permission. When she was granted permission she was always to write to him, in explicit detail, exactly what she did and how she felt. He might tell her to think about a certain act or things being done to her, at specific times of the day or night. He might send her links to specific erotic stories as he began to discover what turned her on; but sometimes he’d make her read things that he knew would disturb her and then make sure she’d truly read them by asking her specific questions. If she was wrong or didn’t know, he’d disappear for a day or more, as her punishment. Sometimes he would not respond to her emails for two or three days, not as punishment but just for the hell of it, to taunt her. By the time he finally wrote back to her, her emails were begging him to answer. At one point, he’d told her he expected her to dress sans panties for work the following day. She was given the option of a dress or pants, either one would work for him. With the dress she’d feel her nakedness as the air caressed her pussy and ass. With pants, she’d feel the back seam ride up between her ass cheeks when she walked and also know anyone behind her could see the outline of her backside; she’d be constantly wanting to pull her pants out of her ass.
She balked at this. She wasn’t comfortable doing such things in public. She wrote that she would not embarrass herself at her office. He responded that if she did not obey him he would leave her and not come back again. He was generous and gave her a week from the date of his email to fulfill the command. Then he stopped writing to her. But everyday she wrote to him, pleading with him not to expect this of her. She was mortified to think of going out in public like some cheap slut. Even if no one noticed she had no panties, she would know and feel so self-conscious and completely distracted from work. She feared every time anyone looked at her she’d probably blush, just knowing they could tell. This wasn’t how she perceived BDSM, to her this was just being mean and petty, like some schoolboy seeing how far he could go with a naughty joke. She felt angry at him, but also fearful he really would permanently stop writing with her. This had become almost an addiction for her, their daily missives to each other. Their words had become very explicit and she felt almost as deeply involved with him as if she were in a ”flesh and blood” relationship with him versus a cyber one. Because they had shared other aspects of their lives, such as personal interests, music, books, etc., this had made things more real for her, helped her to relate to him as a person, not just a Dom. She enjoyed his letters and felt a fondness for him, and she always became so anxious when he ignored her.
She struggled with wanting to obey him and overcoming her anxiety of being found out. In her mind only nasty women did such things in public. It was different in the privacy of one’s home. There was no chance of being thought badly of when one fulfilled one’s naughty fantasies behind closed doors. What he told her to do, alone in her bedroom, thrilled her as she would imagine him there, watching her, and participating in his use of her. She wrote to him every night asking him not to make her do this. Her heart sank as each night she found no response from him and he would not join her in IM. Finally, she convinced herself that it was such a minor request, to go one day without panties. Why had she fought it? Would her co-workers really notice? And surely it was no worse than some women who wore a thong to avoid panty lines showing beneath pants or skirts that clung to one’s ass. On the night before the deadline she resolved to obey him for fear of never hearing from him again.
One week after his command he found her letter of complete submission for him:
my Dear Master,
The idea of serving a Master has consumed my thoughts these last few months. You have opened up a wondrous, thrilling world that i never knew existed in reality.
Today i went to work with no panties on, as You instructed. i wore a dress, very business-like, and just knowing my ass and pussy were naked underneath was very disturbing, yet exciting. i felt so nervous that any wetness from my pussy would show on the back of my dress that I pulled the hemline up so my ass and cunt were pressed against the fabric of the seat of my chair. i could feel the texture against my naked skin, and i liked the way it felt. Thankfully, not many people stopped by my cubicle who might have wondered why my dress was bunched up at my backside, with my legs exposed.
