{To Mastrovenice}

Today started out like any other day. I had gone to work and fended off the advances of the pigs in the office, wishing I could meet someone special. I received my fair share of flirtations from both men and women.

I really didn't think of myself as sexy, when I looked in the mirror, I just saw 'me'; a 25 year old woman, taller than average with an slender athletic build (probably from being on the swim and tennis teams in high school), long wavy brown hair with golden highlights courtesy of the best hair stylist I could afford and large brown eyes. Many of the men who flirted with me commented on my long legs, saying things like "Gee, I'd like to have those wrapped around my happy ass!" as if that pick up line would make me swoon and run into their arms.

Truth be told, I thought I wanted to meet a man who was forceful, who projected a certain air of confidence about him. And I really didn't know what I wanted sexually. I had begun to roam the internet, looking at various sites, trying to figure out what really 'turned me on'. My latest search had revealed the world of BDSM and I must admit, I was intrigued.

While I was musing on my day, I drove home, the top of my convertible down to enjoy the weather. My car was another item that attracted attention, I had a cherry red five speed corvette convertible and I loved to drive it fast. Before I knew it I was home, and after parking in the garage, unlocked the door to let myself in. Boo, my cat, met me at the door, purring loudly and weaving in and out of my legs. Tossing my keys and purse on the kitchen counter, I made my way to the bedroom to change into something other than the skirt and blouse getup I had worn to work. As soon as I changed, my plan was to jump online and do some more reading about BDSM. The anticipation of it was causing my body to start thrumming with sexual tension, and I toyed with the idea of laying down in bed and masturbating. Nah, I thought, I'll read some and really build it up THEN I'll have fun!

I quickly changed into an oversized t-shirt (no bra) and yanked my favorite pair of elastic banded Victoria's Secret pajama shorts over my thong panties. Padding barefoot down the hall, I entered the kitchen again to open a can of cat food for Boo and grab myself a beer. The darn cat was so hungry I barely got the food bowl on the floor before his face was buried in it. He was purring like a motor boat. I popped open my beer and walked to the home office I had made out of a spare bedroom.

Frowning, I stopped short in the doorway. My computer was on. Not only that, the BDSM site I had been visiting was up on the screen. My computer 'sleeps' after 30 minutes of inactivity and I hadn't touched it since I had walked in. I didn't remember leaving it on that particular screen but if I had, maybe Boo had accidently re-activated the screen by bumping the keyboard or mouse. I walked into the room cautiously, then laughed at myself and mock yelled at Boo. "You dumb cat!" I yelled, as I sat in the chair.

Before I could touch the mouse, the screen went dark as the computer went to sleep. I reached out, only to stop suddenly. I could see a shape reflected in the screen. I squinted, trying to make it out. It looked as if someone were standing behind me. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I gasped just as I heard a deep voice say, "So, you're into BDSM, huh?"