Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1 (12 page)

She was more excited to power up the computer than she could ever remember.
But then I have never searched for a sex slave before.
The machine went through its mechanical routine of buzzes and clicks. Finally there was the home page. MJ logged into Delicious Domination.com and entered her email in-box.

There were seventeen messages and a quick scan let her know that both of her ‘possibilities’ had replied.
Saving Ian for last she opened the message from Mark. It was rather short but there was an attachment. It read:

Dearest Elizabethan Mistress,

I am humbled by your reply. It gives me great pleasure to be allowed to continue our conversation.

As I said, my last Mistress moved away and I am now left here alone. Other than my stated limits there is nothing I won’t do to please my Mistress and her guests or those she loans me to. I have been loaned for an hour and up to an entire weekend. The feedback my Mistress received was always positive. Several times I have been loaned to the same Mistress by request. I feel that alone speaks to my ability to please.

To prove my loyalty and service I have attached a short video taken at one of the last parties my Mistress threw before leaving Cincinnati. I truly hope it proves my worthiness.

I beg that after seeing the video you
will feel compelled to choose me as your next servant.

Respectfully,

Mark

MJ moved the mouse cursor to the attachment and clicked. The movie player filled the screen and after a beat the recording began to play. It was obviously a home video taken at someone’s home. The only lighting was from an overhead ceiling lamp and a few table lamps. She counted three women and someone holding the camera along with one male whom she assumed was Mark.
The women were in various states of undress. They looked like the dominatrix pictured on the web sites she had been viewing.

The male
was completely naked, on his knees with his hands restrained behind his back. Even on his knees MJ could tell that he was a short man, perhaps just over five feet tall. His skin was pale, he was overweight and a small erect penis peeked out from under his ample belly. 

The voice behind the camera said, “Now do Melissa, you worthless piece of shit.”
Mark looked at the camera lens and replied, “Yes, Mistress Carol.” On his knees he moved to a nude woman sitting in a recliner with her legs spread. He positioned himself in front of her and began to lick and suck her shaved pussy. The camera operator moved in for a close up.

The rest of the women in the room began encouraging him to
“Eat her!” They called him humiliating names and yelled for the woman in the chair to “Cum on his face”. Through all of the noise MJ could hear the woman getting closer to release. As her moans increased in volume, so did the cheers from the women watching. At last she began to buck against the slave’s mouth. She violently pulled his hair as she rode her orgasm to completion, all the while screaming. 

When she was finished the voice behind the camera said, “Well done, I think that’s it for all the ladies”. The woman in the chair released his head and kicked him backward to
the floor. They all laughed and began the humiliating chats again.

The video flashed and a new scene with Mark and presumabl
y the same women filled the screen. The room looked identical with the exception that plastic sheeting had been used to cover the floor. Mark’s hands were secured and held stretched above his head as he lay on his back motionless and nude. The camera zoomed to his face and the voice behind it asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress”, was his only answer.

“Open your mouth and don’t move”, said the voice from behind the lens. He did as instructed and the camera pulled back as a naked woman squatted over him and began urinating in his mouth and on his face. The others burst into cheers again. They yelled for him to “Drink her piss” and called him a “Human pig toilet”. The camera held in place as the scene continued. Mark swallowed and coughed as the streaming yellow liquid filled his mouth and nose. The continuous jet of urine was more than he could take and it flooded from his mouth and run down his neck pooling at his head.

When the woman’s bladder was empty she stood over him. Someone yelled, “What do you say, you ignorant piece of shit?” Mark swallowed and coughed out “Thank you, Mistress”. “You’re welcome”, was heard on the video and another woman stepped in to repeat the process.

In all, MJ watched four women squat and urinate on Mark before the video ended. He was bathed in their piss, his hair was soaked and the plastic was puddle with yellow pools around his head. Someone released his hand restraints and the voice from behind the camera said, “Clean this mess up”. He rolled to his knees and replied, “Yes Mistress” as the screen went blank.

Wow! I didn’t see that one coming. I guess he’s proud of his service to his Mistress but that’s not for me. I want someone a little more…

…normal, I guess. This is too weird for me .

She closed the movie player and sent him a short response.

Mark,

I
have reviewed your response & video and I’m afraid that there would not be a good match between your services and my needs.

Thank you,

Elizabethan Mistress

It was all the needed to be said. She hit the send button and scrolled down to IanKelly1984
. Her heart beat a little fast with the high hopes of finding more of what she wanted in this message. It read:

Elizabethan Mistress,

I am honored that you would ask anything of me. My past experiences were tame by comparison of others I know in the lifestyle. I have been made to please my Mistress with oral, fingers, toys & vibrators; I have been bound, paddled and chastised. On a few rare occasions I have been loaned to another Mistress, but only in the presence of my Mistress. I was made to orally please both women and nothing further. One of my Mistresses enjoyed the use of a strap-on for pegging me.

Any of this falls within my areas of limitations and my hope is that it pleases you as well.
If it pleases you, I would be willing to discuss other areas you may wish to explore. Please don’t let my limits and lack of experience stop the conversation.

As
for the lifestyle, I cannot be a live-in but have time during the week and weekends either during the day or evenings to serve you as you require.

I have included three photos of myself. I can only hope that they are to your liking and approval.

Humbly,

Ian

She opened the attached photos one at a time. The first was an image of Ian and a few friends. They looked to be at a party and everyone was holding a drink in the air as if toasting some event. He was centered in the photo between other people. MJ approved of his look in blue jeans, a light blue button down shirt worn open at the collar and a navy blue sports coat. He was about six feet tall, in good shape with an attractive smile. Again she was reminded how close he looked to Dalton.

The second image was a close up of Ian’s face. His handsome features filled the screen and again MJ was pleased with what she was seeing. He looked great and his messages were well crafted with a certain degree of sanity. She left the photo for a few moments just to look him over. There was no question that she found him quite attractive.

The last photo was black and white. In it Ian was completely naked facing front but his head was turned in profile. She wasn’t sure if this was to add to the look or to conceal his identity. In either case the image showed off his body. It was clear that he kept in good shape; he was lean and tone with muscles in all the right places. She noted that he was bigger than average and circumcised, traits she liked in men.

A smile crept across her face as she took in the image. He was very pleasant to look at and she drank him in through her eyes. His chest had just the right amount of hair crested at the top and thinning to a narrow strip down his belly.
His ‘bikini area’ was devoid of hair either by shaving or laser hair removal. In either case she liked the look. MJ had asked Dalton to shave his cock and balls several times but he always refused. She knew how he liked her neat and trimmed but never understood why he wouldn’t return the favor. Perhaps now she would find out how it felt.

MJ used the mouse to hit the reply button and began to type. Her mind was made up.
This is the guy I want to serve me. He looks like Dalton, has a great body and seems sane and willing to please.
Her fingers danced on the keys as she input the response.  

Mr. Kelly,

First let me thank you for your response, photos and ability to follow instructions. I appreciate that foremost and it shows your willingness to please me. Your limits are within my desires. I would be interested in the use of a riding crop for punishment as well as for my own personal enjoyment. I would like your thoughts on that subject.

The photos were exactly what I was looking for and
they give me a clear idea of your looks and body type. I approve of both.

Upon finalizing the use of the crop and possibly other paddling implements, I think we could arrange a face to face meeting.

Mistress

She re-read the message and hesitated.
This is it! You’re requesting a meeting with a man you’ve never met before, and who is willing to have a sexual subservient relationship with you. Are you really going to do it? Are you ready for this?
Her index finger hovered over the return key on the laptop keyboard.
What the hell! You only live once and you’ve already come this far.
She pressed the key sending the email into cyberspace.
Done!

MJ continued to read, respond and delete the remaining messages. In less than two minutes a new message was received from IanKelly1984.

Oh shit! He’s online right now…

MJ opened the message:

Elizabethan Mistress,

It would be my honor to participate in such punishment or anything else that may bring you pleasure.

I apologize but I noticed you are on line. May I have your permission to instant message you?

Humbly,

Ian

Instant messaging was something she was familiar with when using Facebook or her regular internet service provider. MJ didn’t know they had it on Delicious Domination.com. She responded:

Mr. Kelly,

Yes, I’ll wait for you to message me.

Mistress

In just moments another smaller window opened within the site. It announced the sender with a message: 

Do you wish to
receive

Instant Messages from

IanKelly1984 ?

She used the mouse to hit the ‘YES’ button and the window changed to a text message.
With just one click of her mouse they chatting live. After sending and receiving each message there was an electronic chime.

IanKelly1984:

Hello Mistress

Thank
you for taking my IM

Elizabethan Mistress
:

             
You’re welcome

             
Thank you for the messages

             
and the photos.

IanKelly1984:

It is my pleasure

I hope they were to your liking.

Elizabethan Mistress:

             
Indeed they are

             
Very acceptable

             
and the riding crop is Okay?

IanKelly1984:

Yes, without question.

If you choose me and things

get too rough I will let you know.

Elizabethan Mistress
:

             
Good, I have a nice crop

             
and I am anxious to use it.

IanKelly1984:

Please excuse my forwardness,

but
I would love to be the

recipient
of the punishment.

MJ recalled the feel of the riding tool in her hand and the way it whistled through the air when she swung it. Wetness coated her center and she could feel it collecting in her panties. He was accepting the fantasy and she was on the brink of making it a reality.

Elizabethan Mistress:

             
I am considering just such

             
an event.

She hesitated before typing the next sentence.

              Would you be willing to meet

for
coffee?

Holding her breath she waited.
Am I ready for this? I could spend the rest of my life wondering. There’s no sense sitting on the fence.
She sent the message.

IanKelly1984:

It would be my honor.

When and where?

Well, Mary-Beth Johnson, it’s time to put your money where your mouth is…
She swallowed hard and typed a reply before losing her nerve.

Elizabethan Mistress
:

             
Do you know Tazza Mia’s

             
on 5
th
street?

IanKelly1984:

Yes I do.

Great place.

Elizabethan Mistress:

             
Tomorrow morning at

             
9:30. It will be after the

             
morning rush, less crowd.

             
Talk only!!!!

IanKelly1984:

Understood, I will see

you
then.

Thank you Mistress.

After receiving his confirmation, MJ logged off and shut down the computer. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about what she’d done
. I have just made a date to meet a Submissive, possibly
MY
Submissive. I hope I know what I’m doing. It’s just for coffee. Sure, keep telling yourself that…

It was done, she had set a date. Tomorrow morning she would meet a man at a downtown coffee shop. They would discuss their desires, needs and wants. Her heart raced as she starred at the computer.
What have I done?