Sub training 101

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Sub training 101~Closed for LordofAnarchy and myself

OOC: I would like a man who is familiar with the ways of the Master/sub relationship. I am not looking for extreme domination, or degredation or humiliation. Please PM me with your character before posting :) thank you!

The scenario: 37 yr old married woman nicely proportioned, lonely and bored with her life, is seeking a gentle yet firm teacher. She craves domination, pleasurable pain, and the love and attention of a strong man. She meets such a man in an online chat room, he too is married, and their relationship builds to where they both know they must risk it all to meet in person.


IC: Diane had been married now for 7 years. In the beginning, things were great. She and her husband had great sex.. alot of great sex.... and enjoyed each others company. Over the last few years though, things had changed between them. She often spent her evenings alone watching TV or reading while he sat glued to the computer screen and his online gaming friends. THey were much more important, at least in her eyes. She had tried to tell him, but nothing ever changed.

It was this loneliness that drove her to seek what she was missing. Companionship, friendship, and quite honestly, sex. Originally she thought she would just "lurk" in an online room. Watching the flirting between these faceless individuals. Harmless, right? No one talked to her, and she to no one. Until the day the message popped up on her laptop screen. He too was a quiet "lurker" in the room.
 
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Rex had been married nearly twenty years. Like many marriages, after the seven year itch came along, Rex realized the matrimonial bliss was gone. After some soul searching he realized he had changed; he had become complacent and compliant. He had fallen victim to the "Yes Dear," syndrome. It was completely unlike his confident, almost arrogant mannerisms from before.

Slowly he made the change. He regained the control and the dominance, pushing Kellie, his wife, unknowingly into submission. For her it was now a way of life that she simply grew to expect. Kellie adored Rex, but they both knew that she had her limitations, and after nearly ten years, Rex had pushed her as far as she was willing to go. Kellie would accept it if Rex had decided to let her go, for she knew she could do no more than she was already doing for him. However, it would be devastating for her if she were suddenly thrust into the real world on her own once again. It was an issue she knew was there, but it was not one to be discussed.

Rex had thrived on the transformation. Watching his subject change before his very eyes, is what fueled Rex's fire. That is what he longed for right now. It was time for him to take another, to take a second one in for training and submission. Kellie would have to learn to deal with it when the time had come. For now, Rex's mind was consumed with the need to find another willing partner.

He considered placing an ad in a local discreet paper, but knew it wouldn't suit his needs. He wanted a raw woman, and wanted to transform her into a respectable lady in public, and a slutty whore in the bedroom. There was only one place where he might be able to do that.

Rex began lurking the various chat rooms and settled upon a local thirty something site. A prime candidate could be found in this bunch, he assured himself. Not new to these parts, he lurked, just simply watching the posts. He watched the names sign on and read what they posted. It didn't take him long to spot a naive newbie to the group. The new ones used real names instead of creative nicknames. 'DianeH37' was no exception signing onto the board. Rex waited for her to post. Yet the entire time she was there, she never did. This continued for nearly two weeks, each time Daine came on, she would stay longer, and sign on more frequently. She had been on the last six days consecutively and still had not posted anything. That was when decided it was time to find out more about Diane.

"I've seen you around and assume you are new to this. Place your hand in mine and I will escort you as we travel through these parts." He typed the words out looking them over one last time before sending off a private message to the quiet lurker. He sat back in his chair and awaited her reply.
 
His screen name alone "LordOfAnarchy" was enough to intimidate me! I had noticed him logging into this chat room at about the same time every day. He never spoke in the room, but some would say hello to him or "kneel" before him, and it was clear he was respected.

Over the last few weeks I had been visiting this particular chat room, I had never spoke and no one had spoke to me aside from the usual IM's from men who only wanted to know if i wanted to "watch". I never replied to anyone. This was so new to me, I wasn't sure if I even knew how to reply. Several times I had thought I must be crazy for considering this, but every night I sat alone curled up in my oversized chair, with a book or the TV, and not a word spoken, solidified my decision. I knew I deserved more.

The message appeared in the lower corner of my screen
"I've seen you around and assume you are new to this. Place your hand in mine and I will escort you as we travel through these parts."

Oh my God!!! It was from him! It made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't believe he has noticed my quiet presence. I replied after a minute or two of trying to compose myself and think about my reply. My face was hot, I was blushing!! All I could manage to say was not at all how I imagined this would have played out.... So I said..

"I am sorry it is so obvious! I would appreciate an escort, although I am afraid I don't know how to take even the first step."

I was sure my total naievity would turn him off. I waited for his response...
 
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The words popped up on his IM: "I am sorry it is so obvious! I would appreciate an escort, although I am afraid I don't know how to take even the first step."

Rex knew at that instant he had his fish on the line. It was an inate sense of his, that he could tell when someone had fallen to his powers. He had done this on many occassions, keeping several online subs to himself. As he got to know each one though, each of his online acquaintances were content with keeping their submission relagated to the computer and their fantasy. Each would log on to the chats and acknowledge he was there, though he never spoke on the public realm. Some would say 'hello', while the better subs knelt humbly before him. It was their silent signal to him that they were available to serve his needs in an IM environment, if he so desired. He would then put each of them through their paces, stretching their limits, seeing how far each would go to please him.

Rex was not about to give Daine that chance. He needed a real life partner to add to his real life; someone that would spark his fire once more. He knew very little about DianeH37, but had a sneaky suspicion, she was better than his standards. He wanted to do the same, but in a more methodical manner so as to drive her into his arms.

He rubbed his chin, smoothing the hairs on his goatee as he contemplated how to respond. He let his hands drift upon the keyboard as he typed out his reply.

"With my years on here, I have found the choices of journeys to be limitless. Before we start, why don't you tell me a little about yourself, so that I can better help you?" He attached a simple rose along with the message, a symbol of his caring touch. Rex knew a lot about getting into the heart and souls of women, plying them with the simple things that tugged at their hearts.

It seemed like a simple request, but Rex knew it served more than one purpose. The more he knew about his subject, the more he would be able to control her, with her own information. Secondly, the more information she entrusted him with, the more she would trust him, personally. Trust is where this relationship had to start, since it was a fresh, new acquaintance.

He sat back in his office chair, opened, and unzipped, his jeans, running his hand along the growing length. He waited patiently to learn more about his future new sub, even if she didn't know she would become HIS.
 
Often times in an IM you can hear a persons tone of voice, feel the silky smoothness of their words. His words came across my screen in exactly that manor. It was as if I could almost hear him speaking to me. Maybe it was because he was the first IM I had received that wasn't a blatent and graphic offer to "take care of me". Whatever it was, it put me at ease instantly.

He wanted to know about me, that alone was more than anyone else had ever asked. Hell, even my own husband didn't know what things interested me anymore, what I liked and what I didn't. I started my reply and my fingers just typed wildly away

"Well, I am married, you should know. And if you don't want to continue because of that I understand. I really just came in here in hopes of making some friends, having people to talk to and well, seeing what happens from there. I mean, well, I don't know what exactly I am looking for, but it's all so confusing, and intriguing, and I do want to learn more...."

I stopped typing and automatically hit "SEND" before I even thought about it.

"Damnit" I cursed. "That sounded stupid!" I laughed out loud at the sound of my reply. He will politely excuse himself, I thought. I waited a moment to see if the bottom of the IM window showed he was responding... nothing....

So I began my apology.... "So, thank you for your offer of an "escort". That was really nice of you. I am sort of... well no, I am completely nervous about all of this so if i sounded a bit flustered, I didn't mean to come across that way. I would understand if you didn't want to chat with me, I like being honest with people. I think that is important." I sent it off... and again waited for a response.
 
Rex had seen the IM flash across his screen as she had responded to his request. "Aha," he exclaimed at seeing the very first confession slip from her soul. A married woman, presumably, as most were, dissatisfied with her current relationship, and in search of something new. Rex pondered telling her his marital status, but decided against it, since at this moment, the conversation was not about him.

He chuckled as he read the remainder of the statement. They ALL just wanted to "make new friends," or "have people to talk to." Those were the clear tell-tale signs that he recalled from his early days online. Her confusion and possibly a bit of guilt was evident in the harried response.

Rex considered what to type back in response when he saw an indication that DianH37 was typing again. So rather than respond, he waited to see what else she had to say. He was now convinced he already had pegged her mental state of mind. The guilt and shame she must have felt, secretly talking to another man, even though it was online, was mixed with excitement and anxiety, that most people have when meeting someone new. She craved the attention, the conversation, and most likely the contact that a true lover could provide. Hence she crawled the internet, knowing what she was looking for, but unable to admit to herself it was what she craved.

Now, suddenly, Rex knew, he was here to take her, and her offer of an out, was actually a way for her to get out of this situation without the responsibility of calling the shots. In other words ... she wanted someone to call the shots for her. Rex was willing and able to step up to the plate and take that responsibility.

He wanted her to divulge as much of herself as possible, even though things had just gotten started. He was not afraid to push her a bit, because he was sure, he could play with her like a professional fisherman, plays with his catch: reel 'em in, then let em swim for a bit, maybe even give them some slack, then reel 'em in tighter. That's what he was going to do with DianeH37.

"Your past is really of no concern to me," he began typing. "It does make you who you are today, but I am here to lead you forward. I am curious though about your screen name. Is 'Diane' your real name?" He was about to hit SEND, when he thought about probing further.

He paused a few moments more gathering his thoughts and then added. "We will start simple and move forward from there. I have no interest in ending my conversation with you, for I understand what it is you can't put into words. Have you seen me in these rooms or others? If so you will note that I have many friends here, though I don't talk to them in the general area. They say hello, letting me know they are there, and willing and ready to converse with me in IM, if I am available to do so. That way they don't interrupt me if I am in conversation with someone else. I will not go away, and I will stay here and talk, but I encourage you to simply go to the main area, and type a simple message to me saying hello or something to that effect. When I see that, I will respond back to you."

It was a long message, but it was the beginning. It was the beginning of getting DianeH37 used to the idea of following his directions, his orders, and to know what he expected of her. He hit the SEND button and awaited either her reply, or a 'hello' message in the general chat area.
 
The flash of the IM window minimized at the bottom of my screen caused my heart to do a little flip. I had minimized the window, partly because I was afraid to see his response and partly because I couldn't believe I was having this sort of conversation with this complete stranger. My curiosity won out and I brought forward the window.

I read with relief that he wasn't politely declining me, that in fact, he wasn't concerned about my 'status' at all, and My name... MY NAME!! how clever of me, I thought. Go ahead and use your REAL name you fool!!

I started to reply... to tell him that yes, in fact, Diane was my real name, and that I thought I would enjoy talking with him. But I backed off the message when it occured to me that he had requested that i post a message in the general room chat. The idea of that made me somewhat uncomfortable, because for all of this time, I had only been a spectator.

I began typing me reply in the main chat window, but how to address him? I had seen others using "Master" or "Sir" but it felt so awkward for me.
[Good evening, my Lord. Thank you for your message. Yes, you are correct in regards to my name. I typed and sent before I could change my mind, and I was counting on the fact that there was so many conversations going on in there that my one post would slip right by. Instead it was like someone had dropped a nice fresh little treat into the shark pool. My screen began to fill up with IM's from what I can only refer to as the 'vultures' of the room. I couldn't close them fast enough! But my eye remained on the one window I was interesetd in seeing flash, and I waited to see if he had noticed my greeting...
 
Rex spotted the message as it popped onto the general chat room. He was sure, as it was written that she would be getting bombarded with the flaming idiots that thought they'd have a chance with her. Nevertheless, it was a beginning, a step in the right direction, he would inform her how to avoid those idiots that preyed upon the visitors like vultures to spoiled road kill. He was, however, pleasantly amused that she referred to him as "Lord", even though it was part of his screen name. It had been a long time since anyone had referred to him simply as, "Lord." Rex was used to the subs, including his wife, referring to him as either "Sir," or, "Master." "Lord," had a nice ring to it!

He jumped onto his IM with her and quickly replied. Congratulations you have taken the first step on your journey. From this point forward, when you log on, you should search to see if I am also on. If I am, simply do as you have done, and I will reply to you as soon as I am able. If you want to eliminate most of the hassling replies from others, specify my full title, so they know to whom you are speaking.

He smiled knowing that 'Diane' was feeling more and more comfortable with him, a more personal relationship growing by leaps and bounds within such a short span of time. It was time to push her along to get her to openly admit what she was looking for.

Diane. I like that name. It tis a pleasure to meet you. I know you must be confused, but I will try to ease the tension as we travel the roads. The next thing you need to do is stretch your limbs and loosen all your tight muscles; find a comfortable position where you are located and relax. If you are wearing shoes take them off and let your feet breathe as you relax. Let your worries and fears seep from your body as you exhale all the bad air from your lungs. Once you have done that, close your eyes and imagine I am there, standing in front of you, open your eyes and let your fingers fly across the keyboard as if you were talking directly to me.

Tell me more about what you like, what you don't like, what would be your perfect evening, where would u like to vacation? Tell me anything you want to tell me. I am your friend, I am your confidant! Now tell me.


Rex knew he may have pushed it a bit, but sensing Diane's earlier responses, he was sure, she'd be replying quickly.
 
His response was soothing. I could feel the quiet, yet commanding tone of his voice. If I could have heard him speak, I imagined his voice a rich, deep sound that resonated through the room.
"Thank you, I have been blocking out IM's for the last 30 minutes. Most are polite enough when I ask that they please not message me. I will remember that in the future. "

I then did as he requested. I stood and removed my shoes. My feet were sore from a long day at work, I had never really noticed that before. I stretched and moved on to the bedroom. I chose a camisol set that I loved to sleep in, and wrapped up in my pink silk robe, and returned to my comfy chair.

I picked up my laptop and read further what he had asked of me. Taking a deep breath, I began to type.

"I'm not really sure where to begin. It has been so long since anyone has had interest in my thoughts and feelings, I,m not sure what to say... It is difficult for me to talk about myself. I have spent my entire life making others happy, but have come to realize there is no pleasure in it... because it is not returned."

I didn't want to overwhelm him, which I knew could easily happen, because I could feel the flood gates wanting to let loose. I stopped typing for a moment to try to pull my focus in to what he had asked of me. I didn't want to create too big of an opening all at once. I knew that could be dangerous.

"I like taking long walks, and being outdoors. The fresh air and quiet sounds of nature relax me, although, sometimes it allows me too much time to think about my life! Sometimes I think I would like to take a week and just leave all of my responsibilities...head for the beach and just lay there basking in the warmth of the sun. Sometimes I am tired of being wife/mother and just want to be Diane. Somewhere along the way, i lost that person...and lately I feel desperate to find her again."


I decided to stop there and hit SEND. I could have very easily let the wall continue to fall, but doing that would have left me wide open. I wasn't ready for that. Baby steps, Diane... Baby steps...
 
Rex read the reply, which took a while to receive. He assumed it was because Diane was doing as instructed. That was a very good sign. Rex smiled, adjusting his stiff member before pulling his hand out to return to the keyboard.

He wasn't overly surprised to find out that Diane was also a mother, which could present problems down the road, but he was willing to work with it to see how far it could go. If she was willing, then so would he be! He read the part about making others happy. All mothers do that! Feed the kids, play with the kids, do the laundry, cook the meals, clean the house, play games with everybody to keep the house running smoothly. And yet, the one thing that constantly gets overlooked, or pushed to the back shelf, are the neds of that loving wife and mother! Rex was there to fill that void.

He began typing: Diane! Let's take a walk! A quiet trail along a mountain path. No one is there, but you and I. We are one with nature, listening to the birds chirp, hearing and spotting the little squirrels rustle through the leaves up above. We can see the rolling hills beyond, and the deep lush green valleys below. Off in the distance you can see where a river has carved its own future into the scenery, deciding where it goes, and where it branches off. We sit upon a rocky outcrop and gaze upon the beauty."

Normally Rex might have stopped there, but this was about learning more about Diane, getting information that he could use to control her. He needed her to open up, fully; without even realizing she was doing it! The whole walk in the mountains thing was gleamed directly from her reply, and he knew it would work, setting her up for the next part of his message.

"So. When I look at you, what do I see? Tell me more about you! Physically!"

Again, Rex leaned back in his chair and thrust his free hand into his opened jeans caressing his solidified shaft, his other hand pointing moving the mouse to the "SEND" button on the screen.
 
My heart began to beat a bit faster with each flash of the IM window indicating he had responded. The thrill of conversing with this man was incredible! I read his response, picturing his words in my mind, imagining the the trail, the sounds and finally, the view.

It was difficult though, for me to imagine someone walking along beside me, since most of my walks were taken alone.... but there was something that felt right about this. Maybe it was because this person was appearing to be interested in me. Maybe it was genuine, maybe it wasn't.... and maybe it didn't matter, because I was sort of liking the attention!

Then the last line of the IM caught my eye..

"So. When I look at you, what do I see? Tell me more about you! Physically!"

Well there it was... the question I feared most! I could talk to people about most anything and speak calmly, clearly and intelligently. But when put in a position of talking about myself, i found it nearly impossible. I felt the blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. I froze!

Answering with a straight forward ..."well, I am 5'7 and my weight is in proportion to my height. (the easy way for not divulging the exact number) I have blonde hair and hazel eyes." It was what he had asked, but I was stuck on his words [I]"what do I see?"[/I] What would he see? The days were few and far between that I actually looked in the mirror and felt good about the person looking back at me, and fewer that i thought I was even noticed by others. I dreaded this question more than any.

But, I began my reply.....

" Talking about myself has always been challenging for me, but if you will bear with me, I will do my best. I think overall I would be considered 'average'. I don't feel like there is anything spectacular about the way I look. I am tall, and even after having 3 children, I am happy to say my figure does not give that away. I have blonde hair that would prefer to be curly, but I prefer it to be straight and, depending on the humidity, it is a battle I often win. My eyes are hazel according to my drivers licence..I think they are brown."

So, I thought, what else is there? Not feeling particularly good about my response, but not wanting to keep him waiting all night, I clicked on SEND

My heart pounded in my chest as I sat there fixed on the chat window at the bottom of my task bar. What was he thinking? What was I thinking?? The thrill of the whole conversation was beginning to have an effect on my body, as I became aware of the wetness growing between my legs.
 
Rex looked at the reply that popped up on his screen as he was rubbing the hard muscle tucked beteaht his underwear. Her reply brought a soft chuckle to his smiling face. "A MILF," he half-snorted, trying to paint an image of the woman in his head. 'Three kids,' he silently thought, 'and stilll looking tight.'

Perceptiveness was always a key trait of his that Rex relied heavily upon. It was what helped him capture his subjects and keep them to him. He could not only read what they typed, but also what they didn't. Diane, he was sure had been feeling neglected, overlooked, and under appreciated. Three kids was definitely a hassle. He could envision her as a 'soccer mom,' loading the kids into the mini-van, shuffling them to practices and games, cheering and yelling along the sidelines, then bringing them home, cooking dinner, bathing them, and then getting them to bed. Cleaning up followed those activities, fitting laundry in there along with her own work and keeping up after her husband. She had no time for herself, to find herself. Once again, Rex was there for the rescue.
"Very nice," he responded. He then continued with his seduction of Diane. "I look to you and see the beauty blend in with the surrounding nature, as if it was meant to be. Blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight as it warms your soul and the surrounding area. Our eyes lock upon one another. My hazel eyes, which are usually blue, hold yours in my gaze. We each take a deep breath of the clean, fresh mountain air and hold it captive within our lungs. I lean in as I continue to look into your eyes, our faces near. The tension, the excitement, the feelings all build, yet it is just a simple kiss as our eyes close and our lips meet for the first time."

Rex knew she would be closing her eyes as she read that part, almost pursing her lips in reflex as she magined the kiss. Rex added a few blank lines to his message before continuing. "Very nice. A smile has crossed my face. Now it is I who is not only one with nature, but one with you. Your first steps are proceeding quite well. You are making your Lord quite happy.

Rex knew the last part may be pushing it a bit too far, but He needed to let Diane know that what she was doing made him happy. He would continue to teach her what made him happy. As long as he was happy, he would continue to rain his attention down on her. He had to get her used to the idea that pleasing him was her utmost concern. This was a simple way to begin expressing that.

He hit SEND, leting her know what he had typed without keeping her waiting too long. He did however, follow up with another post, designed to get more out of Diane. "You have apparently taken my advice and relaxed at your computer, for I can sense the ease with which you now reply. I have this picture in my head of what you look like, tell me what you are wearing."

Once again Rex felt that he may be pushing along, but Diane seemed willing to let him know all there was to know about her. He waited to see if she would provide an answer.
 
I smiled when I read his reply. I envisioned this slow, lingering kiss, the warmth of his lips against mine, and the warmth of the sun on my skin. It created this yearning deep inside that I had not felt for some time. I was enjoying the attentions of this stranger. I wondered about him.... but didnt quite feel that it was time for me to ask questions. I felt I would know when the time was right.

I looked at myself and smiled. I wonderd what he would think when I told him what i was wearing. I could easily have described something short, lacy and see-thru, but cotton shorts and tee's were what I was most comfortable in. Besides, I thought sadly, I didn't even own anything remotely close to being considered sexy. I started typing...

"I wish I could tell you that I was laying around in something that would cause your heart to skip a beat.... but after a long day at work in suits and heels, I usually slip into a pair of cotton shorts and a tee shirt or tank top.
Tonight I am wearing black cotton shorts and a light pink tee."

I clicked on SEND and thought about my reply. It was disappointing to me that it wasnt more exciting, but that was reality. This whole conversation felt very surreal to me, but I felt compelled to respond. I thought if this man had an accurate picture of who I was, he would probably decide to politely end our conversation. If he continued, then I would need to decide just how serious I was in wanting this to move forward.

I felt my heart do a complete flip in my chest, and I noticed my hands were trembeling....This was so crazy!!!
 
Looking over the reply, Rex closed his eyes momentarily, letting his mind paint the picture of his vision, of her beauty. It was something he knew he always needed to be careful of, always creating artworks that were vastly different from the original. However, he could always manipulate, over time, his subjects till they transformed into the image he had created. A smile crossed his lips as his vision of her developed within his brain. He opened his eyes and set his fingers to tapping at the keyboard once again.

"Comfortable and practical indeed. Suitable for our walk in nature. We will work on developing the more sensual side over time, an area I am willing to explore with you."

He reread her post noting her daily attire. He inquired further, probing just a bit deeper.

"Suits and heels by day? Comfy and casual by night? May I assume a business professional of some sorts? What is it you do?"

Rex had assumed they had developed a mutual trust, yet not completely divulging their true identity, or everything there is to know about them. Opening Diane up would be like reading a novel, one paragraph at a time, touching on subjects she was comfortable with divulging as they progressed. He was very adept at using information she provided to pry a little deeper without seeming overly inquisitive.

The image of a woman of power in the business world suddenly popped into his head. Someone who was used to giving orders and demanding respect from her peers and subordinates, making executive decisions all day long, taxing and tiring on the brain, wanting to come home and leave it all behind her came to his mind. Diane appeared to be someone who wanted someone else to take control of her home life, make the decisions for her, tell her what to do, just so she wouldn't have to think. It was a common tendency among corporate professionals to feel that way, and he wondered if Diane was one of them. If that was the case, she would be an excellent, quick learner, transforming by leaps and bounds. Even if that was not the case though, he was sure there were traits within that corporate structure that still applied, still making her an excellent potential to be his next acquisition.

He thought about adding more to his reply, wanting to add something more sensual, more erotic, but right now this was about gleaning as much information about her as he could. The erotic part would come soon enough. It was like foreplay, a little tease here and there, slowly building to the ultimate climax. He didn't want to rush things along, so he simply hit SEND on the screen and awaited her response.
 
Now there was a line I was not sure I was ready to cross. Because of my profession and being that had contact on a daily basis with many people in a three state region, the risk was too high that I could be "found". For the first time I felt myself pull back. I felt compelled to give him something, though.

I replied...

"I hope you understand, to tell you my exact profession makes me a little hesitant due to its uniqueness. Lets just say that I train people in the business of disaster preparedness...."

I clicked to SEND the message. I smiled as I read again his message. His interest to continue conversation with me meant that any thoughts I had of my personal appearance turning him off, was not the case. I wondered what it might be like to have intimate conversations with someone other than my husband. My brow furrowed as my thoughts turned to worry... was this considered cheating?? I had never even thought about cheating before, and yet here I was telling a perfect stranger details about myself. Though, the more we spoke, the less he felt a stranger to me. I decided I would continue... see what might happen next. My craving for conversation and attention were being fulfilled. I wanted it too much to stop now.
 
Her reply was polite and calculated, exactly as Rex had predicted, though not quite as he had imagined. Still, all in all he was confident that his evaluation of the corporate stress factors was fairly close on target. He shouldn't have expected her to tell him everything about her, this was only their first meeting; yet he found himself drawn inexplicably closer to her as they continued conversing. She was not like the others. She was more like him on the exterior, yet so different on the interior.

Rex was also a business professional, who also worked in an area covering several states. If his online identity were ever matched to his real-life persona, there could be major complications, especially if his may other on-line friends and acquaintances made the connection. Then there was also the issue of his sub-wife, Kellie. He was not about to bring any embarrassment to his household, or his family life, until ...

That was another issue for a later time, for he instantly felt, that Diane would become, at some point in the future, an acquaintance, he would have to meet personally. The connection was there, and it was a strong one, but the understanding and trust had a long way to go.

Returning to his previous conversation, Rex began typing away at his keyboard once again.

"That is plenty for me to know. Now take my hand as we follow that path down the grassy slope, down to the river. The sun's warmth tanning your skin, out in the open desolate meadow, no one else around. Reaching the river bed, we take off our shoes and wade along the shallow edge, the coolness in sharp contrast to the heat enveloping our bodies. A short stroll along leads us to a pond where the water gathers before running off further downstream, on the far side of the pond. Still holding your hand, we wade in deeper, slowly letting the water lap at our knees, then above our thighs, teasing the edge of our shorts. I look to you, a smile on my face, and release my grip. Quickly I turn, dive under the water and come up drenched in the clear, cool, refreshing water a short distance away from you. I look towards you, not saying anything, a look of expectancy upon my face."

Subtle. Sincere. Those were things he thought when typing out the reply, yet he knew it was all part of her training. A slow, sensual, evolution, letting her know that even though she would always end up doing as he said, she would enjoy the process. Once again, this was always about her, and not about him. He was there to bring out that side of her that was yearning to break free. He hit SEND once more, and closed his eyes, letting his hand travel along the smooth hardness contained within his briefs, witing until he heard the 'ding' associated with her reply.
 
A wave of relief washed over me as I read the first line of his reply. I was worried that my vague description of my work would lead him to believe that I was not willing to share information. So, I was thrilled as our "journey" down along the river continued. My reply was this...

"I felt the coolness of the water as it splashed against my inner thighs. It lapped at my skin, sending chills through my body. I laughed lightly as he dove under and then resurfaced just 15 or 20 feet from me. His eyes sparkled, and no words were necessary for me to know that he waited for me to join him. The water was so cold!! my eyes, I knew were smiling, but also pleading with him to spare me the shock of the freezing water. His gaze held mine as he waited... and so, I held my breath and dove in after him!! The water was refreshing against my hot skin, and as I surfaced just before him, I screamed out, half laughing, half wanted to jump out as fast as possible!

I pushed the water and my hair back over my forehead and stood in front of him. Our bodies were close, but not touching. My eyes were locked in his gaze. Not knowing what to say nextI stood there, frozen before him...
 
Rex read the words she typed, going with him on this journey. There was a lot of symbolism in what he was typing, all designed to get Diane loosened up. It was a bit of role playing, a bit of scening. He was happy that she dove in after him, coming up directly in front of him. Once more, he could close his eyes and see it happening, as if it were real; real life!

He reluctantly pulled his hand from his hardened shaft and placed it back on the keyboard, joining the other. He thought where he wanted to go with it from this point, then started typing.

"The water isn't that cold, but you come up shivering, tiny droplets, shimmering in the sunlight as they trickle down across your skin. Your hair is held close to your head by it's wetness, the pink tee clinging to your every curve, nearly, practically transparent from the water. My eyes linger upon your eyes, then drift knowingly downward to glance and take in your beauty once more. A warm smile grows on my face as my eyes return to yours. My arms reach out, grab you, pull you in, and hold you close as our bodies mesh together."

Rex reluctantly held back, wanting to go further, but remembered, he needed to make sure Diane was comfortable. He stopped there. Before sending his reply though, Rex added another paragraph. Actually it was only one sentence, but it was destined to control his replies from this point forward.

"Can you feel it?"

Rex knew he could, he'd been feeling *it* ever since they started conversing. He hoped Diane would reply the same, plus he wanted to see if she took the journey any further.
 
His words and descriptions made every moment feel so real! I could feel him pull me to him, his strong arms encircling my waist. My hands instinctively reach to his shoulders. For a moment our eyes are locked, but then I drop mine to the water below. Every fiber of my body is responding to your touch. I am aware of every point of contact our bodies have made. I feel my cheeks redden when I become aware that my nipples have stiffened.. partly because of the cold water, but mostly because of your touch. I am somewhat embarrassed at my body's reaction to your touch, and I am slightly intimidated by the firm hold you have around my waist. I am not sure what to do now.. slowly I raise my eyes back to meet your gaze.....

I type back to you a simple message...

"Yes, yes I can feel it too....!!"


What i was experiencing was amazing.. the most real feeling situation I had ever been involved in. It was exciting and exhilirating, scary, and incredible, and I wasn't ready for it to end now.

I sat in my big chair with my legs outstretched and relaxed and I put my head back and closed my eyes. I reviewed the scene in my head again. Each time comming to the part where you reach for me and pull my body tight to yours....I knew that tonight I would dream of this scene and it would continue.

I stayed this way until the chime of your reply woke me from my daydream..
 
Rex knew at this moment, that Diane was not only comfortable with him, but may also be falling for him. He not only loved to be domineering, and commanding, but he knew how to be sensual also. Right now, Diane needed, and was getting, exactly what she craved. Only an astute and caring Master would understand that, and Rex was in no mood to rush things along.

"Our bodies held close touching one another, faces only inches apart, our eyes, hearts and souls know what is coming next. A slight tilt of our heads in opposite directions as our eyes close and our lips meet once again. This kiss, however, lingers; each suckling and savoring the taste of the other , mouths parting, tongues exploring. A deep sigh breathed by each, shared by each, inhaled by the other.

Rex was breathing heavy now as he imagined that lingering kiss and what it would feel like, and taste like. "Can you feel it?" He asked it again. He knew the response now, but asked it anyway, for he wanted to hear it from her lips (or at least see it as such on the screen).

He persisted in his pursuit. "Our hands, no longer able to remain still, caressing each other's back. Hearts racing at break neck speeds. Breathing growing shorter, shorter, and more labored. Hands roaming wildly, pulling and twisting so that our bodies can be pressed tightly together. Tongues dueling, twisting, dancing within each other's mouth.

One last time ... "Can you feel it?"

Rex gripped his swollen shaft just below the purple head and stroked one time, feeling the liquid bubble form at the tip. With his thumb he smeared the cloudy liquid over the mushroom helmet, making it glisten. He submitted his reply and waited once more.
 
A quiet moan escapes my lips as I read his response..and am very aware of my body's reaction to his words

"I was falling into his embrace, his kiss... Everything around me was swirling, yet in his arms I felt steady. Our lips gently melding together, tongues exploring, probing. A soft moan escapes me as I feel him pull me closer, tighter, lips locked together. The passion grows rapidly between us, as our kiss becomes deeper, harder, my hands roam his back memorizing every inch, every muscle, from his neck and strong shoulders to the valley of his lower back. I do not dare roam any farther, yet."


My chest heaves with each breath as I read his response again and again...

"Yes... Yes.. I feel it" I send to him again.

My heart beats faster.. .. I feel like I might explode if his words were to touch me anywhere else, while inside I am silently begging him to..I am still to afraid to say the words...
 
Rex could feel her excitement in the words that came across his screen, matching his enthusiasm word for word. He had sparked the fire, added wood to the burning flames, and now was about to pour the gasoline on top of it. He gripped a bit tighter on his excited shaft and stroked its length a few times before typing out his next scene, already preconceived in his vivid imagination.

"My hands return to your waist pulling you into me, letting you feel how much you excite me, unable to hide my arousal. A slow sensual dance within the water as we grind together, hips locked within hips. Slowly my hands slide up along your curves, caressing your ribs as my fingers and thumbs count each rib, up and up. The continue upwards without objection until the thumbs rest just below the creamy swells. A soft moan escapes into the air as my hands gently come to the front cupping the firm but pliable orbs. I can feel you inhale, holding your breath, your lungs filling with air, your chest swelling with excitement. My hands exploringly rise up, enveloping your pillowy softness, feeling your excitement press into my palms. Rock hard pebbles poking through my hands.

Rex closed his eyes, his fingers rubbing into his palms, feeling his words as if they were true. One last time, he ended his reply with his trademark, "Can you feel it?"

Rex sent the reply, already knowing how Diane would respond, typing out his next message as he awaited her reply.
 
Your fingers grip me at the waist tightly and pull me against you. I feel your hardness grinding against me, and my body instinctively reacts the with the same motions.

As your hands move along my sides and up along the curves of my breasts, our mouths break their lock and my head falls back, offering you my neck, and better access to my aching, rock hard nipples... I feel your hot breath so close to my ear, catching my earlobe in your teeth... and I hear you whisper ... [B]"Can you feel it?"[/B]

This time my reply pleads.... "OH God......YES!!!!
 
Rex was more than pleased with her reply, seeing that she had let down one of those invisible walls, using mildly naughty words as "breasts" and "nipples." It was a sign of her early transformation into his realm. She had said it, not he. She had opened that door and let him through. It was an open invitation for him to feel free to use words like that in his future conversations with her.

He had already had his reply typed out on the screen in front of him:

Diane! Stop for one moment. Close your eyes and let your hands do as mine do.

He now added to it, spurred on by the words that Diane had sent him.

Feel my hands as they caress your breasts, feel my fingers trace over your nipples as they excite you!

Rex inhaled deeply and held his breath, feeling the tension and excitement in his lungs, wishing he could be there to "watch" her receive this message. He added more to the scene to ease her along the process.

She was no longer simply following his lead, but progressing it along of her own will. Moving him to her earlobe, biting upon it, and offering her neck to him. Whether she realized it or not, she was telling Rex, exactly what she liked, what she wanted, what she craved, what she needed! He now knew to use these in any future scenarios, in order to excite her. He continued where she had left off.

"My hot breath tickles your senses as my teeth rake along that sensitive flesh. Your offered neck is an invitation for me to follow, kissing, suckling, and gently biting, bringing heated color to the surface as your body temperature rises. Wet trails of my mouth along your neck down to hollow of your collar bone. My hands squeezing those luscious breasts, feeling their firmness, fingers grazing along the pink tee till they are able to circle the prominent peaks poking through. My thumbs and forefingers pinching, rolling, lightly tugging on the hardened nipples.

Rex added his trademark one more time, but with a subtle change, one she might pick up on, or she might not.

"Tell me you feel it!"

Subtle. Hardly noticeable. But it was no longer a question; it was now a command! He sent his reply and sat back with a contented smile growing on his face.
 
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