Elaine was trying to concentrate on finishing her breakfast but it wasnât easy. It was Monday, she was ready for work with a half hour to spare, and was busy eating her toasted muesli while Kendra and Chelsea chatted about the guys they met the night before.
Elaine wasnât really listening. Thoughts were running through her mind. Thoughts of seeing Gary and of what he might do to her, or make her do. They were the same thoughts that had occurred to her when sheâd woken up before her alarm that morning. Remembering what sheâd almost done in those few minutes had only made her hotter.  A sleepy mischievous smile had played at the corners of her mouth when sheâd woken and seen her clock. After short-circuiting the alarm, her left hand had insinuated its way between her legs and touched her steaming pussy. Realising how wet she was, sheâd slid two fingers into herself before sheâd known what was happening. Her other hand had brushed over her nipple. Finding it rigid with excitement, sheâd suddenly wanted her nipple clamps.  Sitting up had snapped her out of it. Checking the clock again, sheâd sighed. Shaking her head, sheâd made for the shower. She had to get ready for work.  In equal parts, fear and excitement were rippling over her skin.  One moment she was smiling to herself, tingles of anticipation prickling her scalp and lubricating her aching pussy. The next moment she was staring into space, unconsciously biting her lip as bracing images danced darkly through her mind.  Elaine munched away, while Chelsea was standing at the kitchen bench making coffees for the three girls.  Chelsea had an interview for a waitress job and was dressed up, something unusual for eight in the morning. As she was pouring she glanced at Elaine and asked, âSo? Did you speak to him?â  âYes,â Elaine replied, trying not to sound too excited. âIâm going to spend the weekend with him.â  âWoohooo!â said Kendra.  âYouâre what?â Chelsea had frozen like a statue, mid sugar spooning.  Elaine looked up from her cereal having just taken a mouthful. She gulped it down and almost choked. âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â  Kendra looked like she was wondering the same thing.  Chelseaâs mouth was open in shock and her head was cocked to one side. For a split second Elaine thought she looked like a younger, blonder version of her mother. Chelsea shook her head and went back to what she was doing. Then she sighed and said, âYou met this guy on the net. You saw him once in a coffee shop. And now youâre spending the weekend miles from anywhere on his tin pot horse ranch. I hope you know what youâre doing.â  Elaine rolled her eyes. Now Chelsea even sounded like her mother. So she told her. âYou sound like my mother. Iâll be fine.â  âWhatâs his name?â Chelsea asked obliviously, handing out their second cups of coffee for the morning and joining the table.  Elaine hesitated for just a second, but thought it couldnât hurt. ââGary Dukeâ. From Allen Falls. Iâll be getting his address and phone number and confirming theyâre legitimate. Donât worry.â  Chelsea said, âI have a friend in gym class that comes from Allen Falls. Iâll ask if sheâs heard of him.â  Elaine was starting to feel defensive. âHeâs only been there a year or so.â  âAbbyâs parents own the general store. Iâm sure theyâd have met him.â  Elaine thought about it. âOkay. But Iâll let him know.â  âHmmm… Yeah. Thatâs smart. Then if you get some weird-ass reaction, youâll know heâs a psycho. Thatâs clever, Elaine.â  Elaine wasnât sure if that was what sheâd intended. She actually meant that she didnât want Gary thinking anything strange was going on. But Chelseaâs comment made sense. It wasnât a bad idea  âWhat are you talking about?â asked Kendra. Sheâd been yawning and staring into space. She didnât usually eat breakfast.  Chelsea was dumbfounded. âWhere have you been the last five minutes, girl? Weâre talking about Elaine hooking up with this Gary Duke guy. Sheâs staying at his place this weekend.â  Elaine added, âAnd Chelsea thinks itâs a bad idea.â  âI didnât say that,â Chelsea retorted. âI just said you shouldnât rush into it. You only just met him.â  Kendra suddenly became animated, like she just woke up. âWell, Iâve slept with heaps of guys I hardly knew,â she said. âI mean, fuck. Knowing them just bores me most of the time.â  âYeah,â said Chelsea. âBut youâre a slut.â  âFuck off, Chelsea. Youâre no better. I saw you with those twins last night. I bet if they had the balls to ask, you would have left with them. They were hot.â  âYeah, well they didnât.â Chelsea blushed and Elaine thought it was interesting.  âTold you,â said Kendra, satisfied.  Elaine rolled her eyes and Chelsea shook her head before standing and walking over to the sink. She tipped out her half-finished coffee and headed out. âI gotta go. Wish me luck!â  âGood luck!â Elaine and Kendra said in unison.  From the hallway came the sound of the front door closing and locking. Elaine and Kendra looked at each other and smiled, sipping their coffee. Finally Kendra said, âYou know, the best way to find out about a guy is to talk to his last girlfriend.â  âI would, but she ran off leaving him at the altar.â  âReally?â  âYeah. Iâm not sure if sheâd appreciate me calling her.â  âDonât you want to know why she ran off?â  âGary already told me.â  âYeah. âGaryâ told you. What if he lied? Guys lie as much as we do, you know. If not more.â  Elaine set her jaw. âKendra, I have a really good sense of who Gary is, and Iâm sure he wouldnât lie about this stuff. Thereâs no reason to do it. If he did, heâd lose me. Heâs expecting me to check up on him.â  âThen he wonât have a problem providing you with her number. If he has nothing to hide, then heâll give it to you. Even if she did leave him at the altar.â  âI donât know. What would I say to her? âHi, this is Garyâs next prospective girlfriend. I was just wondering why you left him? Was there something about him I should know?ââ  âYes! Thatâs perfect!â  Elaine shook her head. âYouâre crazy.â  âNo. Youâre crazy if you think meeting someone over the ânet is like meeting someone randomly in a nightclub. At least at a nightclub itâs genuinely potluck. Jeez, Elaine. On the net some weird guy can target exactly the kind of girl he wants. There are chat rooms for everyone; single mothers, college girls, girls into particular bands. God knows what drives some people. Looks, skin colour, hair colour, age, height, build, big tits, small tits. Think of it from the psychoâs point of view. It would be fairly easy to find his target if he knew what he was looking for.â  Elaine wasnât about to argue. She knew Kendra was right. âIâm not disagreeing, okay. I know itâs dangerous out there. Iâm taking all the reasonable precautions I can, but Iâm not getting ahead of myself either. We havenât made any promises to each other. This is just a âget to know youâ, type thing. Thatâs all.â She couldnât help but blush.  Kendra chuckled. âYeah. I bet.â  âIt might go further. I donât know. But honestly, if it doesnât look like what itâs supposed to look like, you know, in my head, then Iâll be hightailing it out of there so fast itâll make his head spin.â  âHow?â  âHuh?â  âI mean, how would you get out of there? You donât have a car.â  Elaine hadnât given it that much thought. âLook, I know what you are going to say, but if heâs a nice guy heâll stick to his word. He told me heâd bring me home anytime I wanted. Apart from that, Iâll find out the bus schedule and Iâll get you guys to check up on me.â Elaine hadnât shared The Code with Kendra the last time, so she explained it to her. âWhen you phone me, Iâll call you Kennie or something if Iâm in trouble.â  âOkay, thatâs a good idea. Just remember itâll take half an hour to get there.â  âYeah,â said Elaine a little uncertainly. She really was going to be alone with him. âI know.â  âAllen Falls is miles from the next town so running away isnât an option. The neighbours might be miles away too, so they wonât hear your screams.â  âJeez, Kendra. You really know how to reassure someone.â  âHey, itâs your funeral. You can do whatever you want.â  Elaine knew it was just a turn of phrase. Gary wasnât a psycho. She knew it. Gary was a good-looking guy who happened to be kinky and was probably too honest for his own good. But he was smart. He engaged Elaine on a level that impressed her, but more importantly intrigued her. He made her question things. Not just about him, but about her too.  Maybe he was smarter than Elaine gave him credit. The thought was unnerving.  I have to find out if heâs fooling me.  A queasy feeling wrapped itself around her stomach as she caught the bus. At work she was pleased it was busy. She threw herself into it and before sheâd noticed the clock, it was time to head to college.  Afternoon melted into evening and her mood darkened with the weather. A storm was coming and the first raindrops chased Elaine up the apartment stairs. Closing the front door, her roommates greeted her, as did the sweet smell of basil in Chelseaâs lamb stew. It made her tummy rumble.  In her room she donned an oversized sweater, saving her nice one for the weekend.  Ugh. The weekend.  Elaine thought if her roommates kept at her, theyâd freak her out.  Gary would reassure her, and she couldnât wait to talk to him. He had a calming effect on her that she missed the longer she went without seeing him. Even twenty-four hours seemed too long.  Just thinking about him helped her feel better, even as the wind hit and distant thunder rolled across the floodplain. Elaine closed her sliding window, stilling her billowing drapes. If it was electrical, and went on all night, she wouldnât be able to talk to Gary at all. At least heâd be able to guess why. She was pretty sure heâd be having the same storm.  âHave you guys closed the windows?!â Elaine was standing at her open bedroom door, yelling down the hall.  âYeah, yeah. No problem!â called out Kendra.  Over the television Elaine heard Chelsea ask, âWhat did she say?â  Kendra must have been absorbed in something as she muttered, âStorm… windows…â  âAw, shit. Can you pause it?â  âSure.â  Elaine heard Chelseaâs light feet padding in her direction.  She entered the hallway and rolled her eyes. âI told myself not to forget to close the window, and what did I do?â  âYou forgot,â Elaine said, grinning as Chelsea walked past.  âGood job, Sherlock,â Chelsea said, poking out her tongue. âAre you okay?â she asked, pausing at the door.  âYeah, just…â Elaine hesitated. âNever mind.â  âOkay,â said Chelsea, wiggling her ass as she disappeared into her room.  Elaine sighed and closed her door. She figured Chelsea hadnât spoken to her friend. She didnât mind. If Elaine didnât have to talk about the weekend, she wasnât going to bring it up.  More thunder sounded. Elaine was pretty sure it was still a long way off and felt she could at least finish a couple of assignments. During the day sheâd spent every spare moment in the library, photocopying, taking notes and doing outlines for the papers that were due by the weekend, plus for the one due on Monday. She was glad sheâd checked her schedule. She hoped to get the two small ones done tonight. She could also do her online responses if the storm settled. It was possible to get it all done if she worked steadily. It wouldnât be easy, but she was confident.  As nine oâclock approached, Elaine was satisfied. Her belly was full of delicious stew that Chelsea had been kind enough to allow her to enjoy while she worked. She wanted to surprise Gary by completing everything heâd asked of her but she couldnât quite do it. She decided to leave the question, âWhat does being submissive mean to you, â until the next day. Sheâd finished her two assignments for school, and her online responses. Sheâd completed her journal, and sheâd even gone to the site Gary had asked her to visit. The one with the list of âhumiliating thingsâ. Sheâd copied and pasted the list into a Word document and filled it out as heâd asked, just like the D/s checklist.  What surprised her most were the similarities between the two. Just as Gary had described, at least a quarter of the things on the list Elaine didnât find humiliating at all. Like wearing a blindfold. Elaine didnât think that was âhumiliatingâ. Exciting, yes. But not humiliating. She didnât think sheâd find it humiliating if Gary chose her clothes for her either. As long as they matched.  Hmmm, she wondered. What if they didnât?  The question about âLeaving Instructions as to What to Doâ made her feel funny. What if the instructions were stupid or she didnât agree with them? The same with âLeaving the Bathroom Door Openâ.  What if it was going to be like, noisy?  She blinked when she arrived at âOrgasm Controlâ.  The next entry made her swallow. âOrgasm Denialâ.  Iâm not going to be able to do this. Not if he makes me crazy.  It was on those two items that Elaine had spent the most time. Rating them from zero to five was quite bizarre. Zero was supposed to mean, âI never want to do itâ, like a hard limit. And five was, âI want it all the timeâ. Nowhere was the option of, âI CANâT do itâ. She settled on four, which was, âI want it regularlyâ.  She shook her head. âShave Body Hairâ, and âStand in a Cornerâ, were easy fours. âSuck a Dildo in a Car, so Others can Seeâ, was a three. Meaning: âI usually like it on an irregular basisâ. Same with âWear No Bra Under a See-Through Topâ and âWrite on Bodyâ. Her thoughts were making her hot. She shook her head and tried to concentrate. It was easier if her legs werenât crossed.  It was as though, up to a point, the more extreme the idea, the hotter Elaine became. Even just thinking about it, like, âBe a Maidâ or, âEat from Masterâs Handâ. Then it snapped and it was too much.  God, look at some of this stuff. âSlap Your Faceâ, âWear Diapersâ, âServe as a Toiletâ.  By the time sheâd finished, Elaine had a lot of zeros.  And she had a lot she wanted to talk to Gary about. Out of the blue she remembered she was supposed to take a look at some examples of âcontractsâ, so she started at Castlerealm and then Googled. She was reading through her forth one when Gary messaged her.  âHello, Elaine.â  âHi, Gary.â She felt the heat in her cheeks almost immediately. She hoped her courage didnât desert her.  âI hear thereâs a storm coming. Are you on dial-up or on a cordless laptop?â  âIâm on dial up.â  âLet me know if you have to go.â  âI will. Thank you, Sir.â  What the hell was I thinking?  âThank you for your homework. I particularly liked your journal today.â  âWhy?â Elaine asked without thinking. âI mean, if itâs okay to ask.â  âSure. It was incisive and thoughtful. I enjoy reading your thoughts.â A moment later he typed, âHey, itâs me youâre talking to.â  âI… Iâm sorry. Itâs been a weird day.â  âWhy donât you tell me about it?â  âThank you. I will.â  âYouâre welcome.â  âWell, firstly, Iâve been horny all damn day and I canât do anything about it.â  âNot a good sign.â He sent a wink.  âNo.â Elaine giggled and sent a smile.  Just then Kendra poked her head around Elaineâs bedroom door and said, âUm, Iâm just going out. Iâll see you later.â She looked like she wanted to ask something but was holding her tongue.  Elaine wasnât in the mood to indulge her. Besides, Gary was waiting. âOkay,â she said, barely politely. âSee you later.â Elaine turned back to the computer as Kendra closed her door. Ugh, she thought. I should chase her and find out whatâs up. Sighing, she typed, âOne moment please, Sir.â  âSure,â Gary replied.  Elaine hopped up from her computer chair and headed for the lounge room. Kendra was just leaving and they almost ran into each other.  âSorry!â said Elaine with surprise.  âHehe. Itâs okay. Going somewhere?â Kendra asked rhetorically.  âNo, I just thought… Never mind.â  âCome on. Spit it out.â  âI… I just thought you wanted to ask me something.â  âDonât be stupid,â Kendra said, clearly for Chelseaâs benefit. She took Elaineâs arm and led her to the front door. Elaine thought Kendra was really strong. âI just donât want Miss Know-It-All to hear this,â she whispered.  âWhat is it?â Elaine asked, prising Kendraâs fingers from her arm.  âSorry. I donât know. I donât even know why I want to talk to you about this.â  âWhat?â Elaine asked, almost exasperated.  âI think I might be pregnant.â  Elaineâs jaw dropped. For a moment she could hardly believe her ears. Kendra was pregnant? Surely she took precautions. âHow?â  âI donât know. I think the rubber must have broken or something.â  âJesus, Kendra. How long has it been?â  âSix weeks on Thursday.â  âShit.â  âYeah. Iâm going to see the doctor tomorrow. Can you come with me?â  âSure.â  âThanks. And donât tell Chelsea. Iâll tell her after I know one way or the other.â  âOkay. Are you sure you want to go out tonight?â  âI NEED to go out. Iâm going crazy every time I sit still.â  âOkay,â said Elaine, smiling softly. She could almost see Kendra pregnant. Strangely she thought sheâd be a good mom.  âIâll talk to you tomorrow. Itâs at ten A.M. Chelsea will be at class.â  âAll right.â Elaine thought sheâd only miss one lecture. Maybe two.  âThanks, Elaine,â Kendra said. For a split second Elaine thought Kendra looked really sad. It flashed over her face before being replaced with her usual smart-assed self.  âYouâre welcome,â Elaine replied, taking Kendraâs hands in hers and squeezing them lightly. âGo on. Have fun. And make him sweat.â  âOh, donât worry. Iâm going to fuck him six ways to Sunday.â  âI didnât… Oh, never mind. Get out of here.â  Kendra winked and closed the door behind her.  Elaine shook her head and made for the lounge room. Chelsea was watching some cop show. âDo you want a coffee? I was just making one.â  âSure. Thanks. Hey, what were you two talking about?â  Elaine was surprised by the question and wasnât sure how to answer. âIt wasnât about you. Kendra just wanted to know if I was free in the morning.â  âWhat for?â  âIâm not sure,â Elaine lied.  She swallowed as she left the lounge room and entered the kitchen, intent on making coffees. She was glad Chelsea hadnât followed her. Elaine hated being drilled on things. She was a terrible liar.  Finally the coffee was ready and she waited until the advertisements were over before taking Chelseaâs to her. Her plan was a good one and Chelsea barely grunted a thank you as Elaine put her coffee on the low table. Lightning lit the lounge room window. Hastily Elaine beat a path to her room as more thunder sounded. It was still miles away.  Garyâs words hit her as she sat.  âThis is a bit longer than âone momentâ.â  Shit. How long have I been gone?  âIâm sorry, Gary. My roommate just told me some news that I couldnât walk away from.â  After a few seconds he replied, âThen thatâs understandable. Welcome back.â  âThank you. I um, I should have returned before I made coffee though.â  âYes. You probably should have. Iâm going to allow it since you brought it up before I needed to point it out.â  âSorry, Sir. I didnât realise Iâd taken so long.â She really hadnât.  âItâs all right. I understand. And I understand that some stuff is âgirlâs stuffâ. I wonât pry.â  âItâs okay. Kendra just told me she thinks she might be pregnant.â  âOkay, and er, some stuff is life-changing stuff.â  âYes. Gosh, I just thought of something.â  âI was tested on Friday and I received the results today. Iâm clean. And Iâll have the doctorâs report for you.â  How does he always do that?  âUm, do you want me to do a test too?â  âItâs probably not necessary.â  âIâve never been with anyone, Sir. I swear it.â  âThatâs what I mean. Are you on birth control?â  âYes. I have been for years. It limits the bleeding.â  âOkay. I donât want you to think I donât trust you.â  âIâll make an appointment tomorrow.â  âGood girl.â  âIâm whispering,â Elaine typed. âI understand too.â  âThank you. So tell me whatâs been going on. I mean before you spoke with your roommate.â  Elaine took a deep breath. âIâve been having second thoughts today.â  A moment of silence passed.  Gary typed, âIâd say that was normal.â  âNods.â Elaine wasnât sure how to proceed. âUgh. My stupid roommates got me thinking, thatâs all. I just need some reassurance.â  âAnd yet you are also horny.â  âAnd being reminded of it isnât helping.â Elaine squirmed in her chair. âCan we please stick to one topic at a time? This isnât easy.â She sent a blushing face.  âYes. I apologise. How can I reassure you?â  Elaine threw subtlety out the window. âWell, two things.â  âLetâs do them one at a time.â  âOkay. Well, first you can tell me itâs okay if Chelsea asks a friend of hers from Allen Falls if she knows you. Or if her parents do.â  âChuckles.â  âWhaaat?â  BANG!  With a heavy knock, Chelsea burst through the doorway! She looked like she was about to pop! âFuck!â she squealed. âI nearly forgot to tell you!â  âWhat????â pleaded Elaine, holding her thumping chest. Sheâd nearly had a heart attack. âTell me what?â  âAbout that guy!â  From somewhere Elaine found the sense to type, âBe right back, â to Gary. Then she minimised the conversation and turned back to Chelsea. âWhat about him?â she asked.  âWell, I asked Abby from gym class, sheâs the one from Allen Falls.â  âOkay.â Elaineâs heart was thumping even louder. She could feel it in her ears.  âShe remembered meeting him once and thought he was totally hot, but according to her, he hardly even looked at her. She thought he was a bit of a loner. That got me worried so I asked her to ask her Dad. She rang him straight away at the store in Allen Falls then handed me the phone.â  âYou talked to her Dad? What did he say?â  âYes! He says Gary Dukeâs a great guy. Always stops to talk. He put up some new shelves for Abbyâs Mom one time and theyâve even had him over to dinner. Apparently his horse ranch thing is doing really well and heâs ordered a whole heap of timber to build a third stable. Heâs settled in the area and is on a committee with Abbyâs Dad that reports to the local municipality. He said Gary was pretty torn up when he was left at the altar. It was a real surprise. Everyone feels for the guy.â  Elaine breathed hard. âSo he gets the all clear?â  âGo get him tiger.â  Elaine grinned. And she almost burst into tears. âThanks, Chelsea.â  âDonât mention it. Iâm going over to Abbyâs to study. Sheâs a nice girl. And smart too. Iâll be back in a couple of hours. And give him my number if things donât work out.â She winked and headed out.  Elaine was still shaking when she heard the front door close. Turning back to her computer, she saw that messenger was blinking. Gary had typed something while she was away. She clicked it to the front and read what it was.  Heâd typed, âYeah, I had this strange phone call this afternoon. Apparently some college girl was asking questions about me.â Heâd sent a wink. Then heâd also typed, âWaiting patiently.â  âIâm back,â Elaine said. âIâm sorry for the interruptions.â  âItâs okay. So did I check out?â  âShe just rushed in to tell me. Thatâs why I was away.â  âAnd?â  âYou did fine.â  âGood. First hurdle jumped. What was the other thing holding you back?â  Elaine blinked. âIt seems silly now.â  âLet me decide, okay?â  âWell… Okay. I was going to ask if I could talk to your ex-girlfriend.â  âHmmmm. I donât think I still have her number. In fact, Iâm pretty sure I donât. I heard she got married, but I donât even know her new last name. I was betrayed, Elaine. Iâve tried not to think about her.â  Elaine felt a tear fall down her cheek. âIâm sorry. I knew it was a stupid idea.â  âWell, no. It wasnât. Iâll make a couple of calls. Maybe I could get her to ring you.â  Elaine swallowed. âDo you have a pen? Iâll give you my number.â  âOkay, letâs swap them now. You can write down my address while youâre at it.â  âOkay. Iâll be right back again.â  âNods.â  Elaine only took a moment to find a pen and her little address book. âOkay, Iâm ready.â In moments they were done. Elaine stared at the paper. She wondered if Gary was doing the same. She looked back at the screen. He was typing.  âHow are you feeling?â  âKind of, I donât know. Like Iâm on a ride and I canât get off. Itâs exciting but also scary.â  âTell me if you want to get off the ride.â  âI promise I will. But I donât want to. I have to ride it to the end. I have to know.â  âNods softly.â  Elaine grabbed a tissue. She was feeling so emotional. âSir, I have some other questions. Iâve written them down.â  âOkay. Letâs work through them.â  âI remembered you saying, âonce you cross over into real life, you canât go backâ. Someone else said something quite similar too.  Could you explain what you meant?â  âI think I was being a bit dramatic. What I was getting at was once you have experienced D/s in real life, vanilla is decidedly plain.â  âBut I havenât done vanilla.â  âHmmm. You know what? Youâre right.â  âI am?â  âWell, yeah. I mean… God, I donât know what I mean.â  âGiggles.â  âThey only made one of you, didnât they?â  âSmiles up at you.â  âAre you on your cushion âin your mindâ?â  âNods and bites my lip.â  âYouâre allowed. I bought you a beautiful big black one with red embroidery today. I hope you like it.â  âIâm sure I will.â Elaine touched her cheeks. They felt like they were on fire.  âWhat other questions did you have?â  âWell, I wanted to ask… Well not ask. Like, know something… Oh, I donât know. Iâll just come out and say it.â  âThat would probably be for the best.â  âSometimes I feel guilty about all this. Like I shouldnât be doing it. Like Iâm playing with something I shouldnât be playing with.â  âInteresting. What does the guilt feel like?â  âFeel like?â  âYes. Is it the kind that would be alleviated by being punished? Maybe you just need a spanking.â  âBlushes!â Elaine felt her pussy warming up. She wondered if she was a little crazy. God, maybe Gary was right. âWhat do you mean?â  âWell, I donât know. From what youâve told me, you get turned on whenever you think of most mainstream aspects of the lifestyle. To be turned on by extreme things, relatively extreme, tells you that you are a little extreme yourself. This is not the kind of stuff you can share with your mother over tea.â  âYes.â  âIt turns you on and you feel like maybe there is something wrong with you.â  âYes. Maybe itâs bad. Maybe Iâm doing the wrong thing. Maybe IâM bad.â  âHey, shhhh. Listen to me.â  âLooks up at you.â  âReaches out to your cheek and caresses it gently, staring deeply into your eyes and smiling softly.â  ââMmmmmsâ quietly and listens.â  âThere is nothing inherently bad or evil about the lifestyle. You are free to come and go as you please. No one, including me, is going to coerce you or force you into anything. There is nothing wrong with choosing something a little different. I think I read somewhere that one in a hundred people are into the lifestyle full-time, thatâs almost three million Americans. It just isnât that weird any more.  âPeople choose the lifestyle for lots of different reasons. Some people are not well or have had troubled childhoods that they are not âoverâ. Some people like the pain. Some like the servitude. Some like the D/s. Some like a particular aspect; like bondage or rubber clothing. The point is, you choose what you want and donât want, and how hard or soft you get it. I will need your help to tell me what is right for you. Weâll be talking about what is happening every step of the way. Iâm not going to spring anything on you that you wonât like, or wonât expect. Iâll be giving you a safeword that you will only use when you must. It calls a halt to what I am doing or saying or anything. You can even use it in an argument, though I doubt you would argue with me.â He sent a smile.  âI was going to ask about safewords.â  âThe use of your safeword means âitâs too muchâ, or âI canât take thisâ. Its use is your responsibility. My responsibility is to make sure you donât force yourself beyond a limit, simply to please me.â  âDoes that happen often?â  âMore often than you think. You are capable of more than you know. And my job is to help you to explore your boundaries. But in your zeal to please, you may find yourself saying something like, âharder, harder, â when you can really take no more. I am experienced and I will recognise the signs, both physical and psychological. And while the Doctor was here I had him check the first aid kit and he replaced some supplies, âjust in caseâ.â  âWhat might happen? Youâre scaring me.â  âWell, you might fall off a horse.â Gary winked.  âMeanie.â  âIâm just making sure. Thereâs nothing to worry about.â  âAnd my safeword?â  âYou want it now?â  âYes, please.â  âPineapple.â  âPineapple?â  âI canât think of a better one off the top of my head. You are unlikely to use it in conversation or inadvertently. Donât you like it? Do you want something prettier?â He sent a face with its tongue poking out.  âGiggles. No, I like it.â  âGood.â He sent a smile. âElaine, if this is not for you, you will know it very quickly. It wonât take long for you to either love or hate what I do with you. I know Iâm repeating myself, but Iâll take you home the moment you ask me to do it, I promise. I have no desire to force you into anything. The thought just doesnât do it for me.â  âNods softly. Smiling up at you.â  âAny more questions?â  âJust one.â  âAnd that is?â  âWhat if it IS the kind of guilt that would be alleviated by a punishment?â  âI wondered whether youâd ask that. Firstly weâd have to agree that that was the case. In most circumstances I would suggest it. You would have to choose to agree or disagree.â  âWhat if I didnât agree?â  âIf it was my suggestion, then I would expect you to tell me why and, if you were truly convinced, then to convince me. I am able to see the merits of any solid argument. If I continue to disagree, I would need to convince you of the merits of a punishment. Again, you would have to be convinced, and agree to the punishment. I would never punish you without your explicit consent.â  âAnd then?â Elaine swallowed.  âIf you agreed, we would then discuss what form the punishment would take. Again, we would agree on its form before undertaking the punishment itself. There must be a lot of communication. You must understand why and how and when you are to be punished. And you must agree to everything I suggest all along the way. I will answer your questions and guide you through things like that. We shall also see how easily you bruise and work around things like that. Also, I seriously doubt whether you will want to be tied up, so weâll leave that for another time when you feel completely and utterly safe with me. You can always try to convince me though.â He sent a smile.  âThank you.â  âMy pleasure.â  âMmmmmm.â  âWhat is it?â  âWhenever you say that I just… It just hits me.â  âSay what? âMy pleasureâ?â  âYes.â Elaine sent the blushing face.  âYou give me a great deal of pleasure, little one.â  Elaine swallowed again, feeling her nipples harden as though under his gaze. âLooks up at you from the floor.â Her clit throbbed with the thought that she was alone. She checked the time. Chelsea would be back in an hour. She took a deep breath. âSir, I need to play now.â  âChuckles. Poor baby.â  âI mean it. I mean… Iâm sorry, Iâm just shaking with need.â  âDo you want some time?â  âNo. I want do it in front of you.â  âElaine…â  âPlease. Iâm so horny. But I donât want to be anywhere but here. With you. I need this, Sir. I need a taste. Itâs driving me mad. Please?â  âGo get your clamps and your vibe, thatâs all.â  Elaine stared at the words. She wanted her dildo too. A shudder ran through her body. âYes, Sir. Iâll be right back.â  When she got back to the computer, sheâd locked the door, disrobed, and turned down the lights in record time. She was panting and naked. Her skin was feverish and she couldnât even feel the chill in the air. Her nipples were already as hard as they would get. She could feel them throbbing in time with her heart. âIâm back,â she typed, adding another blushing face. Thunder rolled from far away. Elaine thought maybe the storm had missed them.  âAre you sure you want to do this? You are submitting to me for the period of this scene, Elaine. You understand and agree, right?â  âYes. Yes, I do. Please, Sir. Please tell me what to do.â  âWhat kind of clamps do you have?â  âUm, the kind with the little adjustment disk.â  âI know them. Lightweight.â  âIâm just learning.â Elaine bit her lip.  âAnd Iâm teasing. Pinch your nipples lightly first, then put them on.â  âYes, Sir.â As Elaine went about attaching the wicked little things, she glanced at the screen. Gary was waiting for her to tell him sheâd done it. When she had, she typed, âTheyâre on.â  âKeep your knees apart.â  Her legs shot open and cool air caressed her inner thighs, raising goose bumps. âYes, Sir.â  âDonât touch your pussy. Drag your nails gently up the inside of your thighs. Then caress back down with your palms and fingers. Up and down. Slowly. Close your eyes for a moment and feel the clamps on your nipples without touching them.â  Elaine did as Gary asked. It was delicious. The hot throbbing in her nipples grew and grew.  âTighten the clamps up to just before the point where you canât stand it. I mean, make them tight but not too tight, okay?â  âYes, Sir.â Elaine gasped as she tightened the first one. She moaned and her head rolled back when she did the other. Her pussy ached intensely. Her clit was so hard it was actually sticking out a bit. She swallowed and looked back at the screen. Gary hadnât typed anything. Perspiration was forming on her top lip. She could think of only one thing to say. âPlease.â  âPlease what, dirty girl?â  A shudder ran through her body. Her pussy contracted like it was reaching for something. The towel under her ass was struggling to absorb her juices already. âPlease. The vibe. Please, Sir.â  âWhy?â  âI need it. PleeaaseeeeâŚâ  âWhy do you need it?â  âI donât know. My body aches for this. My pussy throbs. My clit hurts.â  âOpen your legs wider. You will be doing this in front of me in a few days.â  âGod. Yes.â  âDonât you want to wait?â  âI canât!â  âIt makes you hot, opening your legs before me, doesnât it?â  âSo hot.â  âCaress your pussy, one finger, not inside. Be gentle.â  âYes, Sir.â  âThis is making my cock hard.â  âGoddddâŚâ  âOh you like that idea? Well maybe youâll like the idea that I havenât masturbated since last Wednesday and Iâm not going to. Iâve been half-hard for a couple of days now.â  âPlease let me put my finger inside.â  âAll right.â He sent a smile. âYou beg so nicely.â  âThank you, Sir.â And she did it. She was so hot. So hot and slick. Her pussy went crazy as soon as her finger entered, clamping down and convulsing around it. She had to hold still so she wouldnât cum. Elaine typed one-handed. âMmmmmm.â  âSmiles softly. I want you to use two fingers in your pussy and your vibe on high on your clitty. When I tell you, I want you to fuck yourself hard and hold your vibe on your clit. I want you to try not to cum and to count for me. And I want you to remember what number you got up to before you came, okay?â  âY… Yes.â  Elaine picked up her toy and turned it to high.  Iâm not going to last long , she thought.  âIâm ready,â she typed, then slid her fingers into her pussy. Her hips jerked involuntarily and she watched the screen, her toy an inch from her clit, buzzing madly.  âOkay. Now!â  In seconds all hell broke loose. Elaine barely made it to five before she exploded. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her wet heat, juices spattering her thighs. She writhed in painful ecstasy, her vibe on her clit, trying to hold off the inevitable. The throbbing tightness of her nipples flowed into sensory overload and her eyes rolled back into her head. She could feel her body convulsing and she was sliding off the chair but she couldnât do anything. For a full thirty seconds her body was practically out of control.  From some tiny part of her mind that was still holding on, she wrenched her fingers from herself and grabbed the towel, pressing it over her pussy as her vibe ignited an even mightier orgasm. It engulfed her as though in flames and everything went black.  Elaine opened her eyes and blinked. She was looking at her ceiling. Shadows from her computer played across it. Her screen saver had begun. That meant sheâd been âinactiveâ for at least five minutes. She felt light-headed and her thighs were like jelly. The towel was sopping and cold between her legs. âDamn,â she said aloud as she removed the clamps.  Back on her chair, she shook the mouse and the screensaver disappeared. Gary was still online. Heâd left a message. âLet me know when you are okay. I hope you remembered the number you reached.â Elaine quickly pushed the towel under todayâs washing and slipped on her robe. She put away her toys and grabbed some socks as she was starting to feel the cold. âIâm back,â she typed as she sat down. âAnd Iâm exhausted. Sorry I took so long.â  âI think you needed that more than I thought.â  âI agree. But Iâll be good for the rest of the week.â  âUntil you see me?â  âYes.â  âPromise me.â  Elaine hesitated, then smiled. âI promise.â  âGood girl. What number did you get to?â  âFive.â  âJeez. Five?â  âBlushes.â  âThis is gonna be fun.â
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