Silke
05-08-2006, 09:59 PM
It was one of those hot summer afternoons where all life in the city seemingly ceased to exist. The weather had been like this for almost a week now, boiling heat emanating from a merciless sun in the pale blue sky and not even the slightest breeze to look forward to. Dina adjusted her position on the bed to find a spot that was half a degree cooler than the one she had been occupying just a moment ago. She never even bothered to get dressed these days, which was quite convenient since the weather wasn’t the only thing that kept her hot recently. With her right index finger she lazily traced a line from her neck to her belly button, cutting through the glistening beads of sweat on her naked body. Looking over at her dresser and the letter sitting on it a huge smile surfaced on her face. Today would be the day. She would finally meet Paul, her friend, her mentor, her love…her Master.
She had met Paul through an online chat forum while doing some research on BDSM for an article she was working on. Since Dina only had a vague idea what the lifestyle was about, and most of what she associated with it was stereotypes of managers seeking humiliation with professional Dominatrixes, she had posted an advert on a related forum, saying that she was looking for experienced lifestylers to interview. Paul had been among the first to reply and his message had intrigued her at first glance because it stuck out from all the other responses. It was only one line:
The only way to find out is to experience it. Call me tomorrow at 10 pm sharp. Paul
The phone number was local, he might be living next door for all that she knew. She had tried to find out his address or last name but he wasn’t registered in the phone book. At first she had laughed at the idea of calling a complete stranger, but soon found out that she couldn’t just shrug off the idea. Something in those 18 words had stirred her curiosity and she felt…excitement…arousal? Was it that? And how could that be? After all she didn’t know anything about the man and the concept of a BDSM relationship had always been somewhat ridiculous to her. She perceived herself as a strong and independent woman, and submissiveness had a bad connotation of being weak for her, a trait she utterly despised. But in spite of all her reasoning she found herself reading Paul’s message over and over again. The next evening she noticed that she kept checking her watch close to every five minutes and that her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest. Almost as if watching herself from above she saw herself taking out her cell phone and dial Paul’s number. Her hands were shaking and she had to stop and retype the number a few times. She finally pressed the call key with sweat covered fingers and started at the loud ring tone. Trying to get a grip on herself she waited for an answer, not sure whether she was hoping that Paul would be there or that it was all a joke and he had sent her the number of the local pizza delivery service. When she was about to hang up a pleasant, low male voice answered.
Hello Dina, I’m glad you took the leap of faith and decided to accept my invitation. Please, tell me about yourself...keep it interesting.
There was a touch of amusement in his voice but also a tone that signalled he wouldn’t take no for an answer. For a moment she felt anger rising from her stomach, how could he, a complete stranger, be so annoyingly arrogant to believe just for a second that she would tell him her life story? On the other hand she couldn’t deny that her body was whistling a different tune altogether. She felt a throbbing heat spreading from between her legs. The matter-of-fact way in which he violated all common rules of starting a conversation and demanded her to open up to him resonated with something hidden deep inside her.
“W-what do you want to know?” she stuttered confused.
Was I unclear? Tell me about yourself, Dina, anything that you think might be of interest to me. I’ll give you a little incentive even. Should you bore me with your report I’ll hang up and you’ll never hear of me again. If you pique my interest, you’re in for a treat. I wonder just how much pleasure you can stand. You can feel it building even as we speak, can you not? Answer me honestly!
He chuckled softly as she let out a gasp. Did he know how aroused she was?
“Y-yes”, she managed to sigh more than say. There it was again, this warm and mocking chuckle that made her knees weak. She was glad that she was sitting firmly on the sofa.
Yes…what?
“Yes, I feel…”, she was desperately searching her vocabulary for a more appropriate term than ‘incredibly horny’, “…nice”.
Nice? Is that what it is, Dina?
“Well…no…I mean…” she broke off. Her face had turned a bright shade of red, she could feel the heat from the blood rushing into her head. “What do you want me to say?” There was no response, just a long uncomfortable silence. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with something to say that wouldn’t be too embarrassing and yet interesting enough to keep the stranger on the other end of the line hooked. Damn, she was a writer for God’s sake and words had never let her down. With a sigh she said almost in a whisper, “Yes, I’m feeling it.”
You feel what?
He wouldn’t let her off so easily and realizing this only added to her arousal. What the hell was happening with her? “I’m…erm…turned on and I-I have absolutely no idea why…this is so confusing…oh, please, don’t make me go on! It’s too embarrassing!...” The words just welled up from deep inside of her saying them almost felt like a relief.
Shhh, Dina, it’s alright. Just breathe… let yourself go…open up to me. Let me be your guide. Now, take a few deep breaths, close your eyes, relax…all the way down to that safe place in your mind…
His soothing and pleasant voice took was impossible to resist. After a short while of listening to him talking in a steady rhythm that felt like waves washing on a beach, she felt her mind wander. Dina’s body was responding to Paul’s reassuring and calm voice, the tension of the day washed off her every time she exhaled, her mind narrowed down to hear only his words. The familiar world of her apartment started to fade and her eyes closed all by themselves as if someone had gently brushed a warm hand over them.
And now, Dina, I want you to tell me your darkest fantasy. Play it through in your mind, see yourself there, hear and feel what happens while you speak…NOW!
That last word came out like a growl and seemed to open a door inside the back of her mind and some part of herself started to tell her story and laid her soul, her deepest and darkest desires that had been lingering in the depth of her mind, open for Paul. This is how it had all begun. Just two months ago.
Dina smiled at those sweet memories. She still couldn’t believe how quickly she had opened up to Paul. There was something about him that had triggered her to trust him almost immediately. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it felt like they were somehow tuned into each other, speaking the same language in a way that was beyond words. Whatever he was saying passed by her mind and went straight to her body, playing her like a skilled pianist would play his piano. And what beautiful music they created together. They had spent hours and hours talking on the phone every night for the last two months and he had kept his promise – she really had been in for a treat. Or many of them to be honest…
Dina stretched lasciviously on her bed. It was time to get ready for whatever Paul had planned for her weekend. She carefully took the letter with his instructions off her dresser. There was no need to go over them again, she had read and memorised his words countless times, but she wanted to read his message again, feel the thick, expensive paper between her fingertips, marvel at the beautifully carved letters. His hand writing was immaculate, yet not too formal. It showed his unique style, she thought.
My dear Dina,
It is time to take your training a step further. Make no other plans for the weekend, prepare according to the following instructions and be ready by noon next Saturday.
Shower and shave completely, wash your hair. Leave your hair open and take off all jewelry you might have. Do not put any make up on. Open your front door and leave it slightly ajar, then kneel down in plain view for anyone entering your house, knees spread wide. Use a silk scarf to cover your eyes and tie it behind your head. Remain kneeling with your back straight and hands resting palms up on your thighs.
Paul
Her mind raced through the scenarios that she had conjured up in her mind. What plans did he have for her? Her heart was pounding quickly and heavily in her chest. If it had been up to her they would have met for a coffee in a nice café in town, on secure grounds. However, this choice what not for her to make, she had given up that control to him, voluntarily. She smiled…well, not without a struggle. But so far it had been the best decision in her life. It was as if Paul knew her body and mind better than she did and whatever he asked of her, however outrageous it seemed at the time, had eventually turned out to be a mind blowing experience.
She had met Paul through an online chat forum while doing some research on BDSM for an article she was working on. Since Dina only had a vague idea what the lifestyle was about, and most of what she associated with it was stereotypes of managers seeking humiliation with professional Dominatrixes, she had posted an advert on a related forum, saying that she was looking for experienced lifestylers to interview. Paul had been among the first to reply and his message had intrigued her at first glance because it stuck out from all the other responses. It was only one line:
The only way to find out is to experience it. Call me tomorrow at 10 pm sharp. Paul
The phone number was local, he might be living next door for all that she knew. She had tried to find out his address or last name but he wasn’t registered in the phone book. At first she had laughed at the idea of calling a complete stranger, but soon found out that she couldn’t just shrug off the idea. Something in those 18 words had stirred her curiosity and she felt…excitement…arousal? Was it that? And how could that be? After all she didn’t know anything about the man and the concept of a BDSM relationship had always been somewhat ridiculous to her. She perceived herself as a strong and independent woman, and submissiveness had a bad connotation of being weak for her, a trait she utterly despised. But in spite of all her reasoning she found herself reading Paul’s message over and over again. The next evening she noticed that she kept checking her watch close to every five minutes and that her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest. Almost as if watching herself from above she saw herself taking out her cell phone and dial Paul’s number. Her hands were shaking and she had to stop and retype the number a few times. She finally pressed the call key with sweat covered fingers and started at the loud ring tone. Trying to get a grip on herself she waited for an answer, not sure whether she was hoping that Paul would be there or that it was all a joke and he had sent her the number of the local pizza delivery service. When she was about to hang up a pleasant, low male voice answered.
Hello Dina, I’m glad you took the leap of faith and decided to accept my invitation. Please, tell me about yourself...keep it interesting.
There was a touch of amusement in his voice but also a tone that signalled he wouldn’t take no for an answer. For a moment she felt anger rising from her stomach, how could he, a complete stranger, be so annoyingly arrogant to believe just for a second that she would tell him her life story? On the other hand she couldn’t deny that her body was whistling a different tune altogether. She felt a throbbing heat spreading from between her legs. The matter-of-fact way in which he violated all common rules of starting a conversation and demanded her to open up to him resonated with something hidden deep inside her.
“W-what do you want to know?” she stuttered confused.
Was I unclear? Tell me about yourself, Dina, anything that you think might be of interest to me. I’ll give you a little incentive even. Should you bore me with your report I’ll hang up and you’ll never hear of me again. If you pique my interest, you’re in for a treat. I wonder just how much pleasure you can stand. You can feel it building even as we speak, can you not? Answer me honestly!
He chuckled softly as she let out a gasp. Did he know how aroused she was?
“Y-yes”, she managed to sigh more than say. There it was again, this warm and mocking chuckle that made her knees weak. She was glad that she was sitting firmly on the sofa.
Yes…what?
“Yes, I feel…”, she was desperately searching her vocabulary for a more appropriate term than ‘incredibly horny’, “…nice”.
Nice? Is that what it is, Dina?
“Well…no…I mean…” she broke off. Her face had turned a bright shade of red, she could feel the heat from the blood rushing into her head. “What do you want me to say?” There was no response, just a long uncomfortable silence. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with something to say that wouldn’t be too embarrassing and yet interesting enough to keep the stranger on the other end of the line hooked. Damn, she was a writer for God’s sake and words had never let her down. With a sigh she said almost in a whisper, “Yes, I’m feeling it.”
You feel what?
He wouldn’t let her off so easily and realizing this only added to her arousal. What the hell was happening with her? “I’m…erm…turned on and I-I have absolutely no idea why…this is so confusing…oh, please, don’t make me go on! It’s too embarrassing!...” The words just welled up from deep inside of her saying them almost felt like a relief.
Shhh, Dina, it’s alright. Just breathe… let yourself go…open up to me. Let me be your guide. Now, take a few deep breaths, close your eyes, relax…all the way down to that safe place in your mind…
His soothing and pleasant voice took was impossible to resist. After a short while of listening to him talking in a steady rhythm that felt like waves washing on a beach, she felt her mind wander. Dina’s body was responding to Paul’s reassuring and calm voice, the tension of the day washed off her every time she exhaled, her mind narrowed down to hear only his words. The familiar world of her apartment started to fade and her eyes closed all by themselves as if someone had gently brushed a warm hand over them.
And now, Dina, I want you to tell me your darkest fantasy. Play it through in your mind, see yourself there, hear and feel what happens while you speak…NOW!
That last word came out like a growl and seemed to open a door inside the back of her mind and some part of herself started to tell her story and laid her soul, her deepest and darkest desires that had been lingering in the depth of her mind, open for Paul. This is how it had all begun. Just two months ago.
Dina smiled at those sweet memories. She still couldn’t believe how quickly she had opened up to Paul. There was something about him that had triggered her to trust him almost immediately. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it felt like they were somehow tuned into each other, speaking the same language in a way that was beyond words. Whatever he was saying passed by her mind and went straight to her body, playing her like a skilled pianist would play his piano. And what beautiful music they created together. They had spent hours and hours talking on the phone every night for the last two months and he had kept his promise – she really had been in for a treat. Or many of them to be honest…
Dina stretched lasciviously on her bed. It was time to get ready for whatever Paul had planned for her weekend. She carefully took the letter with his instructions off her dresser. There was no need to go over them again, she had read and memorised his words countless times, but she wanted to read his message again, feel the thick, expensive paper between her fingertips, marvel at the beautifully carved letters. His hand writing was immaculate, yet not too formal. It showed his unique style, she thought.
My dear Dina,
It is time to take your training a step further. Make no other plans for the weekend, prepare according to the following instructions and be ready by noon next Saturday.
Shower and shave completely, wash your hair. Leave your hair open and take off all jewelry you might have. Do not put any make up on. Open your front door and leave it slightly ajar, then kneel down in plain view for anyone entering your house, knees spread wide. Use a silk scarf to cover your eyes and tie it behind your head. Remain kneeling with your back straight and hands resting palms up on your thighs.
Paul
Her mind raced through the scenarios that she had conjured up in her mind. What plans did he have for her? Her heart was pounding quickly and heavily in her chest. If it had been up to her they would have met for a coffee in a nice café in town, on secure grounds. However, this choice what not for her to make, she had given up that control to him, voluntarily. She smiled…well, not without a struggle. But so far it had been the best decision in her life. It was as if Paul knew her body and mind better than she did and whatever he asked of her, however outrageous it seemed at the time, had eventually turned out to be a mind blowing experience.