Arthur's note: I have purposely left off physical descriptions of the characters. I want you to take this story and make it your own fantasy, by imagining the person that you would want to see in these roles.
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Whhhoooo...click, clack, click, clack. Venus pulled her coat tighter around her body, as she fought the whistling wind to keep the chill from her bones. With each step she took, her three and a half inch high heels echoed along the concrete pavement. Her hair fought a losing battle with the wind as it wrapped around her face and tussled from side to side. The neon sign up ahead screamed out "The Fish Market," indicating that she had reached her destination. She took a big gulp and stepped inside. There's no turning back now, she thought. It's do or die. As she entered the club and looked around, it didn't seem too bad. There were women at the bar, some on the dance floor and others at the numerous tables and lounging on the large cushiony sofas chit chatting. A big smile came over her face, as she allowed her coat to fall from her shoulders. The Fish Market was the latest and hottest lesbian club in the city. Venus scanned the room looking for her the woman she was supposed to be meeting, even though she didn't have a clue what she looked like.
Venus begin thinking about what she was going to tell Pattie, her girlfriend for the last three years. After chatting on line with a woman who sparked her interest, she was here to meet with her for the first time. She was consumed with Deelishus and realized that she was jeopardizing her relationship with Pattie. "Three years," she thought, it could be gone just like that. Venus began thinking about her relationship with Pattie and how it had all started going down hill. Although Venus loved Pattie very much, she had this deep submissive need to serve a dominant and demanding woman. These desires had started creeping up a couple of years ago. She had begun spending more and more time on the internet researching things in the BDSM world, going to websites that offered clips on scat, humiliation, golden showers, and all sorts of degrading things. After spending time viewing these sites, her pussy would be dripping wet at the thought of being one of those unfortunate tortured souls, bent over getting her ass whipped, or having some woman piss down her throat. The mere thought of it sent tingles through her pussy. The trouble all began when she received an IM from Deelishus several weeks ago. Or perhaps it was Venus's online ad and profile that read: "SUB SEEKS MISTRESS FOR OCCASSIONAL ENCOUNTERS TO BEAT MY ASS AND USE ME AS HER PERSONAL TOILET."
"Hi," the IM read that popped up on her screen from some one with the screen name of Deelishus. "Are you for real?"
Venus was intrigued. This was someone who had obviously seen her ad. She quickly pulled up the person's profile to find out more before responding. "Hmmm...single female, 39...cruel dominatrix who enjoys humiliating and degrading bitches that deserve it. Positively, absolutely no men!!!" Venus started to feel that familiar tingle in her pussy, as she read it. She quickly clicked back to the IM before she lost this incredible person, whom she considered to be the ying to her yang.
"Yes, I'm very much for real. I meant everything that I said in my ad. So, what's your interest?" Venus typed.
"I think that my profile says it all, and considering how long you have kept me sitting her waiting for your response, I'm sure that you already checked me out." Venus was in heaven as she read the words that popped up on her screen from this Deelishus person.
"Well, I did take a peek at your profile, before I responded. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't wasting my time with someone who I didn't have anything in common with," Venus responded on her keyboard.
"So I take it that you wish to proceed with this conversation then?" Deelishus wrote back.
"Very much so," Venus typed back.
"Good. Okay, here's the deal. I don't give a shit what you look like, what color you are, how big your tits are or any of that. The only thing that's important to me is that you agree to do what the fuck I tell you to do at all times. No questions asked; no negotiations. If you can't do that then we are both wasting our time. I want your mind and soul, and your body will follow."
With each word that Delishus typed on the screen, Venus found herself leaning in closer and closer to the monitor. By the end of Delishus' message, Venus was damn near kissing the screen she was so close to it.
Venus thought that this was wonderful. "I'm definitely looking for a take charge type of woman for occasional encounters. I need to let you know up front that I am in a relationship. I would like to know more about you and tell you a little more about myself. What are some of your interest?" she wrote.
For a moment there was a long pause, then nothing. "Hello,...are you still there." Venus typed, for a moment she thought that she had possibly scared away this new goddess with the news that she was in a relationship.
"I'm here," Delishus wrote. "I'm somewhat dismayed to find that you will be unable to devote yourself to me entirely. Oh well, life's full of little disappointments. No worry. Here's the deal. In your ad you indicated that you wanted a woman who would beat your ass, slap your face, and piss and shit all over you. Well bitch, here I am!!! That's my interest. As for you, I know all that I need to know about you. I don't give a shit about your relationship. The only thing that's important is me and what I want. So, if I choose to allow you to serve me, you will be where I want you to be when I want you to be there. When we are together -- and it will be often, I have no intention of EVER using toilet paper when you are there with me. The way I see it, I will have no need for toilet paper, when I have you. I will beat your ass and slap your face on G.P. (general principle), simply because I can..."