It all began as some sort of cliché I guess. There was one night while sitting home alone, that led to a sense of boredom that was unmatched by any of the others before. I started browsing through the member profiles of Yahoo and there she was. Her nickname was Candy, and oh did she look ever so sweet.
yourownmadman: Hi there. No need to reply. Just wanted to say I saw your pic on your profile and you’re very attractive. Hope you have a good night :)
ceecee_200132: Thank you
yourownmadman: You are quite welcome. How are you this evening?
Yahoo! Messenger: ceecee_200132 has logged out. (09/15/2003 6:51 PM)
Ok, well, I guess that answered that question. I continued searching through other profiles to find something going on. They were about as boring as the chat rooms I had visited earlier. Usually I can find something online to hold my interest. I wasn’t in the mood to play games online, and I didn’t feel like browsing around any websites for some useless tidbits of information. Maybe I’ll go watch a movie or something?
ceecee_200132: sorry about that. I got booted
Well, looks as if boredom has spared me once more for a brief moment.
yourownmadman: No problem. Welcome back
ceecee_200132: thank you. My computer really sucks. it needs major work.
yourownmadman: Well, you just happened to be in luck. I fix computers for a living.
ceecee_200132: yeah, but I can’t afford to get it fixed.
yourownmadman: I’ll make you a deal. You make dinner for the two of us, and I’ll fix your computer for free.
ceecee_200132: are you serious?
yourownmadman: very serious. I’ve got no pressing engagements tonight, and haven’t eaten yet, so why not?
ceecee_200132: well, I don’t usually do stuff like this.
yourownmadman: Like what? Call a repairman to your house to fix a broken appliance?
ceecee_200132: that’s not what I mean. I don’t have people come over usually. besides, I live an hour away from you.
yourownmadman: Not a problem at all then. By the time I get there, dinner will be ready, we can eat, I can fix your computer, and both of our problems will be solved.
ceecee_200132: both our problems? what’s yours?
yourownmadman: I’m bored beyond all sense of reality.
ceecee_200132: LOL
yourownmadman: see, at least I can make you laugh ;)
ceecee_200132: I don’t know if I should
yourownmadman: Oh come on. What have you got to lose? You’re getting your computer fixed and all it’s costing you is dinner and some company. I don’t even know what the problem is and it might normally cost you in the hundreds of dollars, and this will be free. How can you say no to that?
ceecee_200132: well, I suppose
yourownmadman: Great, I’ll get my computer kit together and be over shortly.
She gave me her address, and after filling up the car with gas, and making certain I had everything I need, I began my journey to a night that I hoped would at least be pleasant. At least I had something to do now, and didn’t have to submit myself to another night of fast food.
As I pull into her driveway, I can see through the window that she is bustling around in the kitchen. I suppose I should have told her what I like to eat before I came down. Oh well, I’m sure it will be fine. I grab my tool bag out of the car and approached the front door. It’s your typical small town home, and nothing of any interest really stood out.
As I ring the bell on the house, I stand here for a good minute before she answers. When she answers the door, I can tell right away that her picture doesn’t do her justice at all. She stands there about 5’7” with neatly trimmed, short brown hair and her eyes were a shade of hazel that was warm and soothing. She is wearing a dark blue dress that was the perfect fit for her firm and ample breasts. She’s not what someone would consider to be a skinny woman. Although, I have to admit I am very pleasantly surprised.
I tend to be attracted to bigger women. When I wrap my arms around someone, I like there to be something to hold on to. Besides, it makes it great for cuddling. Oh well, I suppose that’s not really of much importance anyway. I’m here to fix her computer.
“Hi there, come on in”
“Hello. You know, I have to admit, I feel rather stupid right about now. I never got your name online.”
She snickered in amusement at my oversight.
“There I go making you laugh again. Besides, you didn’t get mine either.”
I could see her smile turn to embarrassment rather quickly when she found herself in the same boat as I.
“I’m Carmen.” she replied.
“Pleasure to meet you Carmen, I’m Dominik.”
I saw a strange glint in her when I said my name. Probably because there are some women who just have a thing for guys with the same name as mine. I never really understood why, but oh well, to each their own.
“So, is dinner ready?” I asked her.
“Yes, it is. Go ahead and set your bag down there, and we can eat at the table. Would you like something to drink? Wine or a beer maybe?”
“Oh, no thank you. I’m driving”
I followed her instructions to the letter, sensing the apprehension she has. I tried to break the ice with idle conversation, trying to find something that we have in common.
“So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a medical billing specialist.”
“I see. I’ve always heard that’s a good field to get into, and if you do it long enough, you can work from home and make some good money doing it.”
“Yeah, but I work for a hospital.”
The bantering continued throughout dinner back and fourth about nothing at all really. At least I wasn’t eating alone in front of the T.V., and she really is quite attractive. Not often you can just have dinner with a beautiful woman out of the blue. I suppose I couldn’t complain too much. As we finished up dinner she showed me to her computer and finished clearing off the table and putting things away.
I sat down and began to make the mechanical music I am so accustomed to doing from countless days of working at it. Technically, as a computer professional I should have her sign releases and disclaimers, saying I am not responsible for this, that, and the other thing. I thought I could forego that this time though since this technically isn’t a service call, and my compensation isn’t monetary.
“So what do you use your computer for mostly?”
“Usually just to get online and surf the web and e-mail and stuff.” she replied.
“Do you do a lot of downloading or file sharing?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“Well, if your are doing a lot of downloading while you are doing other things online, it can put a strain on your connection and cause your computer to crash as it’s being overworked. While downloading any large files, you should always refrain from running a lot of extra programs so that your computers resources can be free to allocate the file accordingly.”
I saw that she had a worried look on her face, like I was going to take something away from her, or that she was doing something wrong. I began to search through the computer more and talked to her about file management and making sure that you do virus scans frequently and such. Upon opening the folder where she downloaded her files to, I could see that it was chalked full of large file downloads. Music, video and pictures all stood out plain as day to me. Even though the file names were numbers, I could tell by the file extensions what they were.
I had asked her if she wanted to keep all these files, or if they are just things she looked at once and didn’t want to keep.
“Go ahead and delete all of that.” she said in a hurried tone.
I went ahead and selected all the files in the folder and proceeded to hit the delete key. When working in the computer business you tend to get used to doing things faster than some slower computers can handle. When you go to delete a file, it will ask you if you are sure, and default to “Yes”, so I just usually hit the delete key and then Enter, as if answering yes. Well, the problem you run into is that if you hit the enter key to say yes too fast, it will open the selected files before asking if you want to delete them.
That is the case here. When I hit enter, I could hear the familiar sounds of the computer over working itself and looked at the screen to find pics and videos opening up all over the place. This obviously caused the computer to freeze quickly, but what froze on the screen was a picture of a woman with her wrists bound to her ankles behind her, and a throbbing hard cock in mouth.
I stared at the screen for a good 30 seconds and I could feel the horrified look on her face from behind me. I couldn’t begin to describe to her how that turned me on to see that, and I’m sure if I did, she’d probably faint. When I turned to look at her, I saw that she was 10 different shades of beet red. The look on her face is frozen and she could have held it there long enough for a sculptor to carve it in marble using a toothpick. She is mortified. I stood up and pulled her hand from her mouth, reassuring her that that’s totally natural and I run into that kind of thing all the time. It didn’t seem to help her though.
She bumbled and stuttered as she tried to speak to give some kind of explanation. I reached over and turned off the power switch on the hard drive, and let the computer sit for a minute to refresh its memory. I took her hands in mine.
“Do you like seeing pictures of women being controlled and forced?”
She slowly nodded her head yes without making a sound
“It’s ok Carmen, you don’t have any reason to be embarrassed.”
My words of comfort didn’t seem to help her. She started to move and was acting if she was going to do something, but forgot what it was, looking all around for something.
“I think it would be best if you just left now.” she said to me in a quiet and hushed tone.
“Carmen, listen. You like to look at pictures and videos of women being forced. So what? There’s nothing wrong with that. That doesn’t mean that our evening has to end this way.”
“You really should go now, please.”
“Carmen, wait.” I took her by her wrists holding on tightly. “I know that this is embarrassing for you, but it’s not a bad thing. If you want, I can stop working on your computer and we can just talk or something, but I would really rather not leave.”
My tone was becoming more deep and demanding. I could feel the desires and urges stirring in my body like they had before. She likes to be forced? Well, then I would give her exactly what she likes. Exactly what she wants. I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to the couch and sat her down. She began to pull away, but I held her in place.
“Now listen. All I asked is that I come down here, we have dinner, and I fix your computer, and at the first hint of something sexual, you back away and get all scared. You think I’m going to drive all the way down here just to get thrown because you get a little embarrassed by nudity and bondage? Well fuck that. I came here for you, and I’m not leaving here until I have you.”
