Sitting at her desk, Maria thinks that is not the life she thought she would have when all of this began. Thirty-nine years old, a professor of English Lit., one failed marriage, three children, and now her engagement to Steven is close to being on the rocks. All because of her addiction to him.
It all began innocently enough years ago when they met online. Her first marriage long over, but still struggling over the constant bombardment of asinine court appearances that her ex forced upon her. Then he came into her life. Strong, confident, never without a kind word of encouragement when she needed it the most. Who would know that the first words of "hello, Maria" would turn into so much more as time wore on? How could those day-long chats between two friends become a sexual addiction she could not shake? How could she, a woman with so much in her life, want nothing more than to be his submissive, cum-loving slut?
She knew in the beginning he was dominant, but that didn't matter. He knew she wasn't submissive and he treated her well. Yes, the conversations did eventually turn sexual, but it was so slight she barely noticed things going in that direction. Day in and day out they talked, never once did she realize how much she was falling for him.
She cannot understand why she feels so drawn to him. He's not the type of man she likes any way. Being just over six feet tall, she liked her men as tall as she, and her friend was 5'9". But he made her feel good about herself. He knew she was not some skinny model, but rather a real woman with some meat on her bones. When she looked in a mirror and saw herself, she often wondered what a man like him would see in her. Yes, she needed to lose weight, but she wondered if it was worth losing her bust size of 42DD to do so. Still, despite knowing he wasn't her type, she enjoyed the attention he gives her.
A year passes by and Maria has apparently found true love, but her mind still thinks of her online friend. She misses his strength, but cannot yet comprehend why. Her fiancé is the man she loves, so why does she miss her friend? It's been months since they've talked, because he did not want to interfere in her finding happiness with Steven. She had no idea how much she needed him though. Taking a chance, she contacts him to see how he is doing. Once again there's a connection that is beyond words. She thinks, how can this be?. He's just a friend and I'm not submissive. They talk as if no time has passed, catching up on old times. He is sincere in his congratulations, a brief moment of weakness she has rarely seen in him. It pulls her closer to him.
After months of talking again, he finally asks to meet her. It's not like it hasn't been brought up in the past, but she's shocked nonetheless. Shocked and nervous, yet extremely aroused at the thought of it. Again she thinks, how can this be? She must be imagining things.
A date is made. She invites him over to her place for lunch and an afternoon of talking in person. No expectations of anything other than just meeting, never even a discussion of sex, that's not their relationship. Her nervousness is beyond belief though, her thoughts keep going back to know he's dominant and she wants to make sure he's pleased with what he sees in her. She knows he likes petite women, but he's not coming over for that.
Eighteen months since they've first met online, they finally meet in person. The connection they have online is even deeper in person. The moment she sees him she's immediately nervous and very wet. It is then, without her fully knowing, her life is changed forever....
"Hello, Maria," he says.
She smiles softly and says, "Hi."
"Come here, give me a hug. I did promise you one after all."
The moment he touches Maria, her knees go weak and her body feels very warm. He holds her and all her emotions come forth. All of a sudden she is so happy she cannot stop crying for some reason, and he holds her tighter. Fifteen minutes pass and she's emotionally spent, but happy to have him here with her.
Lunch goes well. They eat and talk, feeling more comfortable with one another. An hour passes and she realizes she keeps staring at him. His deep brown eyes, his strong features, and she never realized how much she loved a man with facial hair until she saw him in his moustache and goatee. She then realizes he's slowly running his finger up and down her arm and she transfixed, totally unable to move, not wanting to, wondering what he wants of her. He notices this and realizes this is the time.
"Maria,", he says, "I know we've never fully discussed this, but I know how you feel deep down, I know how submissive you truly are."
She looks at him stunned, finally understanding everything. She knows then and there how right he is. She also knows how much she wants him. How much she craves him.
She looks at him nervously and says, "But how can that be? I've never even thought about it! I've never even been with anyone who thinks of me as submissive."
"Maria, I just know. You must trust me on this. For example, I know how wet you are right now. How much your body is screaming at me to be taken and used."
"No, you're wrong," she lies.
"No, you know I'm right. And the only way to prove it to you is to show you just how submissive you can be for me."
"No, I can't. This is not what our friendship is all about."
"No, Maria, this is exactly what it's all about, you realize that now. Tell you what, prove me wrong. If you're not dripping wet, I'll leave and we'll never discuss this again. Agreed?"
"I'm not going to let you touch me there! No! No way! Why are you acting like this?"
"Because, Maria, you want this. So either we do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you will do as you're told."
Looking deep into his eyes Maria sees how serious he is all of a sudden, and a sudden wave of panic mixed with high arousal nearly overwhelms her. She gets up and moves to the living room and he follows her. Her knees shaking badly, she nearly loses her balance, and he steadies her. The moment he touches her, she's lost and she knows it, but she'll be damned that he'll do this to her. She turns to him, defiance in her eyes, and is about to demand that he leave when he let's go of her. She stumbles and drops to the floor hard.
"OK, so it's the hard way then."
Before she can react he grabs her by her blond hair, pulls her head back and leans over to kiss her deep. She tries to fight him, but he has the upper hand because of her awkward position. His tongue pushes into her mouth and instead of biting down, she feels herself melting, she's hungrily kissing him back. He can feel her giving into him now and he allows her to melt further, feeding on her passion and lust.
As he pulls back and let's go, she sits on the floor gasping, her large breasts defying her earlier protests by showing her nipples being rock hard. He's looking down on her, smiling an evil, smug smile, and she cannot help but want him even more, even though she keeps trying to say no.
Walking away from Maria he says, "You chose this for yourself. Asked me over. Wanting me here to be with you. The way you kissed me, the way you're acting right now, I can tell. I have you. You're mine. Now you need to be shown."
Once again fear fills her, but now it's overshadowed by how much her pussy is aching now. As if she was another person, she stands up, steadies herself, and looks directly at him.
"You want me? You think you can come in here and do what you will with me? No! I won't fucking let you! You cannot come into my house and treat me this way. I don't care what I felt in the past, I will not be used like some common whore!"
He looks at her and shakes his head and says, "Remember, you asked for this."
His strength belies his size. Before Maria realizes what's happening, he's on her and picking her up, flinging her over his shoulder. His 5'9" frame carrying her with ease. She's thrashes about, trying to get free, but the only damage being done is to the hallway as he carries her to her bedroom. Walking in he tosses her to the floor with a resounding thud.
"Now you're going to learn your place, slut!"
Still smarting from being tossed to the floor, he takes her by the hair and lifts her up to the bed. She screams, but realizes she can't resist unless she wants her hair pulled. Coming prepared, he pulls out a pair of cuffs and binds her to the bed before she can have a chance to fight back.
Screaming at the top of her lungs, Maria says, "You fucking bastard!! Release me now!!!"
