We'd been chatting on-line for sometime, having 'met' on a BDSM site. The weird magic of the Internet worked yet again, cutting through the preliminaries, accelerating the pace with which we got to know each other. As a result I got to know Caitlin very well, very quickly - uncovering the secret slut hidden in her, learning her secrets; her darkest fantasies. In a very short time we probably knew more about each other's sexual proclivities than any 'real time' friend.
I told her about my previous experiences with 'cyber subs' and she was very interested in this. I explained that I gave them real time assignment to perform, degrading yet exciting tasks. She admitted that she found this concept intriguing and within a remarkably short time she was carrying out assignments for me, reporting back on them, keeping a journal of her slutty acts. I started to instruct her in how she should dress, what she should wear – especially whilst at work. She swore that she carried out these orders, said that she wouldn't lie about something like that, that 'playing games' would be no fun. But it was natural that I'd always have doubts, wasn't it? So I decided to find out and, in the process, fulfil a few fantasies.
She had let slip where she worked. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that I worked it out, from little clues she dropped as we chatted on-line. It happened to be a large teaching institution that I passed near when I was visiting one of my customers. A plan started to form, making me dizzy with desire as I began to think it through.
On my next trip to that customer I drove out to the campus where she worked, at around 5.00pm. It was not at all what I had expected. Being a satellite of the main campus it was quite small and as such had no gates and seemingly no security. It was basically a few buildings set between playing fields on one side, and a golf course and the sea on the other. It was the sort of place where I would draw too much attention to myself by driving slowly around. So I parked in a dead-end lane, between the church and a primary school and went for a wander.
There was only one building where she could possibly have worked. A large, old redbrick pile – architecturally interesting and almost attractive. A sign on the door confirmed that this was the Business School. It seemed I had gleaned all I needed to know in those few minutes and I returned to my car. But, as I was passing the corner of the building, I glanced to my left and saw the Security Office. It seemed it wasn't going to be quite as simple as I expected.
That Thursday night I combed the University's web-site for the last few pieces of the jigsaw. It was remarkably easy to find. They were trying so damned hard to be 'customer facing' that they included email addresses, direct dial numbers and even office addresses -'C44, I felt my breathing almost stop with a combination of excitement and tension. It helped make up my mind. I would do it – and soon.
That night we chatted again via Yahoo.
"Are you going to be on-line tomorrow night?" I typed.
"No – I have to work late. I can get more done after everyone leaves. Plus my husband will be out late so I won't feel so guilty about it."
"What time does everyone else leave at? Don't you get disturbed by the cleaners?" I quizzed.
"By about 4 o'clock on a Friday, and the cleaners don't come in till Monday morning. Why do you ask?" I could sense the puzzlement in her words.
Trying to keep excitement out of my voice I avoided her question, by asking one of my own.
"Are you still following my orders at work?"
In one of her first assignments I had ordered Caitlin not to wear panties to work. (This was especially taboo and exciting as she shared an office with three male co-workers.) I had only meant her to do this for one day, but she had continued to go to work without knickers. She explained that my original order had not specified a time limit, so she had continued. I was impressed with this evidence of her almost instinctive submissiveness and had insisted that she continue.
I could almost feel her blush through the PC screen,
"Yes of course." she typed back.
"Excellent" I responded, thinking - 'I'll know for sure soon'. Then I added. "I want you to wear a skirt to work tomorrow. I know you told me you never do, but you will tomorrow – and stockings." As I hit the enter key I drew my breath; and held it.
"Yes.............Sir" came back the answer. I exhaled loudly. After saying 'good night' I went to collect the things I would need for the next evening.
My heart was pounding and my legs were shaking a little as I drove into the public car park by the beach that I had scouted on the Universities on-line map. A parking space was no problem. No-one was at the beach at this time of year, except for hardy dog walkers. It would be dark in an hour or two and a chill wind blew in from the North Sea. When I got out of the car I hefted my knapsack out of the backseat. Taking a deep breath I pressed the auto-lock button and walked as casually as I could towards the main building. When I arrived I lit a cigar and leaned against the wall outside the main entrance. I needed the cigar for 'cover', but I also needed it calm my nerves.
I only had to wait ten minutes for my expectations to be realised. The door flew open as a University worker headed for home. I flicked the cigar butt away as I looked at him and smiled, looking confident, trying to look like I belonged here. I was already mouthing 'thank you' as I moved towards the door – and he held it open for me – just like I prayed he would. I was in.
