Emails
Danny was surfing the net at a neighbour's house, trying to find something to relieve the boredom. Danny's parents had "volunteered him", to look after a neighbour's house while the guy was away. Even though he wasn't being paid, an eighteen year old appreciates every minute away from parents.
'What the hell!' he whooped.
Mr Johnson was a bachelor, and Danny found one of the reasons why. The man had an email account with women writing to him. Looking through the most recent emails, he figured that's where the guy was, visiting one of them. Danny started reading through the emails to discover how their interest was kept. The man seemed to talk down to them, and surprisingly they loved it. They called him sir, or even master.
'Damn! She is so sexy,' he murmured.
Some of the women sent photos, though only one included her face, whereas the others sensibly avoided identification. Of course they wanted to remain anonymous, after the filthy things they mentioned in emails.
Danny grabbed a bunch of tissues and fisted himself. It couldn't be avoided. A hard-on was throbbing from the things they mentioned, almost as much as the photos. He soon cum, and wiped up the mess. He made a point of disposing of the evidence in the kitchen wastebasket, with a mental note to empty it before leaving.
The last thing he wanted was Mr Johnson finding out he'd been exploring this secret world. The women seemed to be falling over themselves to have him talk dirty to them. Some of them were as crude as he was. It was a surprise to find that women could be so dirty minded. Now he was calmer, he noticed a pattern.
It wasn't just filth, but something else. He was telling them what to do. They wanted him to tell them what to do. One of them was asking advice, and not just in the bedroom. She wanted him to dominate her, and kept calling him master. That was the word for it. She wanted him to dominate her, and for him to be her master.
He followed her trail of emails, reading them more carefully. He was learning something new, something completely unexpected. Some of the terminology had to be looked up on the internet, especially the abbreviations. He concluded they were submissive, and Mr Johnson was a dominant male.
It seemed so obvious now. In the animal kingdom, males fought for dominance in the herd. What was that boring animal program he watched with his parents? A young male challenged the dominant male, and ended up carving out some young females to start a new herd.
Danny sat thinking about winning one of Mr Johnson's females. It would be fun getting them to do things. Of course, they wouldn't actually do anything. They would only pretend to obey, yet that was exciting enough. He had evidence of that.
He imagined having an older woman talking dirty to him. Just the idea of receiving filthy emails with pictures, was enough to give him a boner.
He patted his cock, and told it, 'Relax buddy, you've had your fun for today.'
He picked an email from the latest fan, and carefully read it.
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'I've read your resume on the notice board, and was hoping you would consider me,' Miss Spanked.
'I'm sorry to be impatient, sir, but I am keen to find the right master. This is my first time contacting a potential master, though I have been a member of the club for some time. To start the with I include my details. If accepted, what would you demand of me?' Miss Spanked.
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Danny read through the personal details, wondering if they were accurate. On the internet she could be anyone, even a man. He looked up on the internet what the figures she supplied meant. They were pretty obvious once explained. She had a nice figure, which meant large breasts. She was thirty-eight, but that didn't matter. In fact, the possibility of teasing an adult twenty years older, was more of a thrill.
He sent the two emails from Miss Spanked, to his lap top. He deleted the originals from Mr Johnson's computer, and from the delete folder. They had arrived while the man was away, so they wouldn't be missed.
He set up a new email address, and composed a reply.
'I accept you on a trial basis only. You will join my harem, if you pass. In the meantime you will respond to this more personal email address. I warn you, you may regret having a strict and demanding master. Do you wish to continue?'
The email wasn't exactly to the same quality as Mr Johnson's, but then the man had plenty of practice. He copied the rest of the emails to his lap top, to research some ideas.
'Wow!' he laughed, when the laptop pinged.
He clicked and chuckled at what he saw. 'They're damn quick, how in hell did they get this new address?'
The advert for penis enlargement was deleted.
'Well, I guess it'll come to nothing anyway,' he murmured.
He started reading through some of the old emails, finding them tedious. Some of the more recent ones had been hot, especially the ones with photos attached. It dawned on him that Mr Johnson had improved his technique over the months, and the women were responding to him more blatantly.
It was difficult to pin down what was different. A phrase or word used here and there seemed to make all the difference. He sighed heavily. It was all a waste of time. No one was going to respond to him. Especially not a mature woman. She would judge he was just a kid, and flip him off.
Another ping, and he clicked the email account. An email from Miss Spanked! He sat there for a moment wondering if he should continue.
'What does it matter if she finds me out. I don't know her, and she doesn't know me,' he laughed.
