Jane sat at her office desk nervously looking at the package that the Fed-Ex man had just delivered. Checking her watch she moved a few papers around without studying them before jumping at the sound of her mobile phone bleeping at her.
Slowly she opened it.
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Looking around the room, she made sure the candles were in place. So many colors, shapes and sizes, yet they fit with the décor, adding a hint of mysterious shadow in one spot while dispelling shadows in another. Colors, blending with orchids arranged amid baby's breath, complementing framed artwork hanging above them, enhancing deep rich hues of hanging drapery and reflecting off gleaming woodwork, each had its place and was ready for the match.
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She stood outside the large door. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Out of sheer will, she raised her arm to the door. The anticipation of seeing MasterDarkHeart, of being with him, played havoc with her body. This was not their first time together, but tonight had special meaning.
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Feeling that deep thrill, that slow burn that seems to consume, that long deep obsession with being worshiped. I have him on his knees now, he is complacent, docile....he is submissive. It was not always this way. We began with a completely old fashioned relationship, with no power exchange. We were blind to the Ecstasy of submission, innocent of the line between pleasure and pain.
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You greet me with a nod and a glance. I know I have to obey your instructions and walk into your room silently.
I stand there as you walked around me, touching my clothes, a single finger tracing my form. Standing face to face, you grab the collar of my shirt and, expressionless, you rip it open and shred it from my body.
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i wonder, Sir...
What if we had the opportunity to meet somewhat regularly and each session went beautifully for both of us?
What if i waited for you in a lovely hotel room one summer evening?
What if i put on the little blue plaid mini-skirt and white blouse, white stockings, and little lace bra and panties you'd left for me, and put my hair up in a nice ponytail, as you'd requested?
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I sensed her controlling presence as soon as I entered the room. It was like a force field around her, something that I could instinctively feel but from which nothing could be seen. First I tried to ignore it, thinking it came from my overactive imagination. Eventually, it started to overwhelm me. It intoxicated me like too many drinks at a party, making me do things I otherwise would never have dreamed of doing.
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She had spent all of the last week waiting for him, making sure she didn't miss her train - the 722 to Waterloo. She stood in exactly the same place on the train. She was totally besotted by a man that had never spoken to her and whose name she didn't know. She had barely eaten since he had taken her on the stairs.
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It had been a while since her Master had had time to play with her. His schedule at work, and the classes he was taking really cut into their time together. She had started to feel neglected, and as a result started to slip into bad habits. She was not showing him proper respect; Sir had all but been eliminated from her vocabulary.
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A little before eight PM, the phone rang. I picked it up and said, "Hello."
On the other end of the line, a breathy female voice asked, "Can I speak to Rad, please?"
Rad is my internet name and a pen name I use when I write erotica. Very few people know that name and the few who do, know my real name. "Uh, this is Randy, can I help you?"
There was a short silence and then a throaty laugh. "If you are the one that wrote the wonderful sexy stories I found, then you can do almost anything to me or with me that you like."
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