OOC: Closed for myself and BarefootNikki.
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Interested
She wasn't exactly saying a lot with her greeting, Bill observed.
He sat back in his chair, looking thoughtfully at the computer screen. You just never knew, when someone answered an ad online. Seemingly promising responses could come from flakes or fakes; literary "grunts" might hide gems. Replies that sounded too good to be true... usually were. Except when they weren't.
He opened the message, finding more detail there than the heading had lead him to expect. And frankly, more eloquence.
Well, nothing ventured, et cetera...
He began to type a reply, trying to balance honesty with a natural desire to make a good impression.
She was young; he wasn't anymore, at 48. He simply put it out there for her to decide how she felt about that.
The relationship would be unequal, because that was what Dominance and submission was, at least within agreed-upon limits. But it wasn't too unusual for girls to be surprised when it was pointed out to them that they were in fact asking to take a subordinate position.
She would be making acts of real trust and real submission. That was another thing that he needed girls to understand. Some thought it was just play: It wasn't. At least, not for very long, because Bill didn't want to just play, nor was he seeking those who did. It wouldn't be very long before she'd have to decide whether or not to choose real trust - and real risk.
Bill added a polite but hopeful sign-off, then pressed Send.
And waited.
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Interested
She wasn't exactly saying a lot with her greeting, Bill observed.
He sat back in his chair, looking thoughtfully at the computer screen. You just never knew, when someone answered an ad online. Seemingly promising responses could come from flakes or fakes; literary "grunts" might hide gems. Replies that sounded too good to be true... usually were. Except when they weren't.
He opened the message, finding more detail there than the heading had lead him to expect. And frankly, more eloquence.
Well, nothing ventured, et cetera...
He began to type a reply, trying to balance honesty with a natural desire to make a good impression.
She was young; he wasn't anymore, at 48. He simply put it out there for her to decide how she felt about that.
The relationship would be unequal, because that was what Dominance and submission was, at least within agreed-upon limits. But it wasn't too unusual for girls to be surprised when it was pointed out to them that they were in fact asking to take a subordinate position.
She would be making acts of real trust and real submission. That was another thing that he needed girls to understand. Some thought it was just play: It wasn't. At least, not for very long, because Bill didn't want to just play, nor was he seeking those who did. It wouldn't be very long before she'd have to decide whether or not to choose real trust - and real risk.
Bill added a polite but hopeful sign-off, then pressed Send.
And waited.