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  I did as you said, I mean about the ruler. I can't believe I actually did it! I mean, I considered just saying I had done it, but not really doing it. You know, because nothing is really “real” online, so maybe I was only supposed to “virtually” smack myself. But I knew you meant in real life.

  And Master John, this is weird to write, but something about you, something masterful, just compelled me to obey. Master John (for Gilbert had receded as always) smiled loftily, pleased that his Jade had acknowledged this openly. He read on, his cock swelling in his pants.

  I sat on my couch, taking the wooden ruler I keep in my desk, and I pulled my panties aside. I felt really strange, but really really sexy too, you know? And I guess I kind of just tapped myself at first. But I knew you meant it should be harder, like a real punishment, and so the second and third ones were pretty hard! I mean, it actually hurt! I don't know how to explain this, but somehow, maybe because I knew you had been the one to tell me to do it, along with the sting, I got a real charge. I mean, (blushing) I got wet! It was hot!

  I hope I'll see you online tonight! And I hope you liked the picture! I've never sent a picture like that to anyone before. You are my first.

  Love, Jade

  Gilbert sighed deeply, pushing back from his computer. Master John was her first. Gilbert wanted to be her first. Her first lover. Well, that wasn't possible, as she'd already had at least one serious boyfriend. But he wanted to be her first master, anyway. Her first dominant lover.

  Slave Jade only knew Master John. The tall, suave Master John with the fake photo, and the fake confidence online. Well, she was fake too, wasn't she? This girl wasn't really named Slave Jade. Maybe that wasn't even her photograph, though he believed it was. There was something so vulnerable and shy in her expression. That was no professional photo, even though she was pretty enough for it to be.

  He sighed again. Something was wrong. The usually implacable and confident Master John had somehow let Gilbert come too much into the picture while still in his dominant persona. And Gilbert was wishing he could meet the woman who called herself Slave Jade.

  But how to do it? Even if he did meet her, what good would it do? She wouldn't see Master John. She wouldn't appreciate that all of Master John's qualities were really inside of Gilbert, locked up behind his bland facade. She wouldn't understand why he had used a fake photo. She wouldn't appreciate that the photo represented Gilbert's true personality.

  Nevertheless, once this strange seed had been planted in his brain, Gilbert found himself obsessing about it. How could he meet Jade? What would he do when he met her? Could he bear it if she took one look at him, screamed that he was a liar, and ran in the opposite direction?

  No. He couldn’t bear for that to happen. And yet, he had to meet her. To see her face to face. To taste those red shiny lips. To bite those pert, erect nipples. To strip her bare and lay her across his knee for her first spanking. To fuck her until she screamed. Gilbert unzipped his pants and stroked his erect cock, staring into space.

  He would have to think on it. There had to be a way. Meanwhile, he logged on, looking for Slave Jade. She wasn't there and his anger surged. Where the fuck was she?

  This was crazy. He needed to stay calm. Master John didn't wait for women. He didn't look for them. If they were lucky enough to be on when he was, they might get to speak to him. He wasn't desperate.

  Taking a deep breath, Gilbert closed his eyes and willed himself into his Master John persona. He felt himself relaxing. Several of the sub girls online were already sending him messages. Yes, he didn't need Slave Jade. He might desire her, but he certainly didn't need her.

  Master John was in the middle of the pleasant chat with a potential new sub girl when he saw Slave Jade log on. Making a gracious excuse, he exited the chat and waited for Jade to contact him. He would not be the first one. That was an important rule he had made for himself, and so far it worked well. Sure enough, in about thirty seconds, Slave Jade sent him a message, requesting they meet in a private chat room.

  He entered the virtual room.

  Master John: Good evening, Slave Jade. How are you?

  Slave Jade: Hi, Master John. Did you get my email?

  Master John: Yes. You’re even more beautiful than I first thought.

  Slave Jade: Blushing! I felt really shy at first, but I wanted to do what you had asked. I'm kind of embarrassed, but I hoped you would like it.

  Master John: You shouldn't feel shy, my pet. You are young and lovely, at the peak of your beauty. Any man would be lucky to get such a picture. I thank you again.

  There was a pause, and then

  Slave Jade: And my email? What I did? You know, with the ruler?

  Master John: I was pleased with what you wrote. I think you have great potential, with proper training, as a submissive. If you feel you are ready, I would like to introduce you, at your own pace, to more real life exercises.

  He waited.

  Slave Jade: I don't know. I mean, I think I might want to, but I'm not sure.

  At least she hadn't said, “My new boyfriend would object.” So wherever she had gone out, it wasn't with some new guy. Where did she live? What was her real name? He wanted to know in the worst way, but he knew better than to raise any alarms.

  So far he had always stressed he was only interested in online explorations. Per his own party line, one which kept him safe from potential discovery, he had told her that knowing she would never meet him would free her to honestly and openly explore her fantasies, without feeling inhibited or self-conscious.

  Feeling reckless with excitement, Gilbert began to type.

  Master John: I live in New Jersey. I think you once mentioned you grew up in New York? She had told him about her childhood several times, talking about building snowmen and going to see the Statue of Liberty on field trips. Did she still live there? New York was a big state.

  There was a pause, and then:

  Slave Jade: I live in the lower Hudson Valley.

  Quickly John opened another screen and looked at a map search program, typing in the words. She wasn't that far from him. No more than an hour or two. Good information.

  He didn't press further, changing the topic back to Slave Jade's punishment of herself, and what feelings this had invoked for her. They typed back and forth for some time about how punishment can actually be highly erotic.

  It was Slave Jade who brought it back around to real life.

  Slave Jade: Why did you ask where I live? I thought you were very firm about our 'other lives' being off limits.

  Master John: Just curious, I suppose. I'll share something with you I don't usually tell anyone online. There's something about you, Jade. Something beyond the usual online playing and exploration. Somehow I almost feel as if I know you. As if we've met somewhere before. Isn't that odd?

  Slave Jade: Oh my god! That's so amazing, because I feel that way too! Are you from around here maybe? I mean, because of your picture. It's familiar to me somehow. Maybe we actually knew each other from church or something.

  This was an interesting opening. Perhaps he could turn this to his advantage and finally learn more about the girl who called herself Slave Jade.

  Master John: I suppose it’s possible. I have family in, he paused, scrolling the map for likely cities, Newburgh. Are you anywhere near there?

  Slave Jade: Yes! Wow, it's such a small world, isn't it? I live in Middletown. It's not that far from Newburgh. Like eighteen miles or so. But you know that, of course.

  Master John: Sure. Gilbert’s heart was leaping and banging against his chest. Middletown, NY. Now he just needed her name.

  Master John: I have some cousins in Middletown. The Andersons. Harold and Jane Anderson, and their children, Jack and Mary. Ring any bells?

  Slave Jade: No, sorry. Is that your name? Anderson? I mean, I know you said we should never ask, but since we've gone this far? John Anderson? Very English. Very proper.

  Master John: I'm afraid you've got me! Yo
u are very quick, Slave Jade. Hey, I guess turnabout is fair play. What's your name? Your real name.

  The air thickened around him. Gilbert could barely catch his breath. He'd breached all his own carefully constructed online protocol. He'd never asked a name, indeed, had never wanted one until now. What was he doing? And she, surely she wouldn't give it. Especially not now that he knew where she lived.

  But then, she only knew the dashing and self-assured John Anderson. The man who told her he would never meet her—that his interest was entirely academic and spiritual. That the basis of their relationship rested on the freedom of anonymity.

  Slave Jade: Lisa. Lisa Preston.

  Chapter 2

  Lisa stared at the picture of Master John she’d printed onto glossy eight-by ten photo paper. It was in a frame beside her bed, which she knew was silly. It gave the impression he was her real life boyfriend, when in fact she’d never met him and probably never would.

  She’d never even heard his voice, though she could imagine it—deep and rich, stern when necessary, caressing when he was pleased with her.

  She lay back against her pillows and wriggled out of her panties. She liked the real life assignments he had begun to give her. She’d made herself so hot with the ruler she’d come almost immediately afterwards. The odd thing was, it had hurt, but at the same time it had turned her on.

  Master John had explained this was because she was a masochist, someone who got off on erotic pain, especially in the context of submission. This made sense to her and she wanted to explore it more fully. Not just in erotic cyber-chats, but for real, with a real man. A real Dom. Someone like Master John.

  Did someone like him really exist? She sighed as she thought about Tony, the latest in a line of boyfriends. She’d actually thought during the first few months of their relationship he might be “the one”.

  Not that she was in any hurry to get married, but they’d gotten along so well. He was handsome, nice and made a good living. He wanted to get married someday and have children.

  The sex had been hot at first. But slowly the thrill had died. It had become almost routine. Lisa wanted something more. In a desperate bid to jumpstart their faltering sex life, she’d tried to get Tony to understand her erotic fantasies. What a mistake that had been!

  Master John, on the other hand, understood completely. He told her she wasn’t sick for having these desires. He said they were perfectly natural. He sent her articles that explained the romance of erotic submission. If only she’d had that knowledge when she and Tony were still dating. Maybe she could have explained herself better.

  As it was, she made a mess of things, though her prevailing feeling when he broke things off was one of relief. Still, the whole thing had been humiliating. She knew she’d be more careful going forward before confiding in real life about her submissive fantasies.

  It was a Saturday night and Lisa had convinced Tony to stay in for once. He loved to take her clubbing, staying out late and coming home drunk to make sloppy, brief love before passing out in her bed. While he seemed perfectly content with things as they were, she was bored and stifled by their sex life.

  That night she tried to make things perfect with wine, candles and a bubble bath. They both had a nice buzz from the wine and she thought it was time to make her move.

  Tony was sitting on her sofa, just in his towel, checking out the baseball score on TV. She came out in a red satin thong and nothing else. Draping herself over his lap, she said, “Tony, I’ve been a very naughty girl. I need a spanking.”

  Tony laughed and gave her a playful swat. “I’ll give you what you need, baby,” he said. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

  “I want a spanking first. A real one.”

  Tony laughed again, though with less conviction. “Come on, baby. Get real.” He pushed gently at her hip, but Lisa refused to be dislodged. Now that she’d said it out loud, she was going to see it through. Or try to.

  “Come on. It can be hot. Spank your naughty girl. Please?” She wriggled her ass in what she hoped was a provocative way. She could feel his cock rising against her pelvic bone.

  He swatted her again, harder. She squirmed against his erection in encouragement and he smacked her cheeks several more times. Her pussy was throbbing. If only he’d continue.

  He didn’t. Instead he stood, forcing her to roll from his lap. “Let’s go to the bedroom. Enough with this spanking game. It’s not right.”

  “What’s not right about it?”

  “I can’t hurt you, baby. I love you.”

  “You’re not hurting me. It’s—it’s erotic pain. You know, for fun. I have fantasies,” she rushed on, as he looked at her with confusion. “Of a strong man. A dominant man who takes what he wants.”

  “Well, I’m strong.” Tony proudly flexed his biceps. He obviously wasn’t getting it.

  Feeling reckless from the brief spanking and the half bottle of wine she’d consumed while they were in the tub, she went on. “I have fantasies of being taken, you know, by force. Rough. Thrown down, my clothes pulled off, my ass spanked and then my pussy fucked until I’m screaming for mercy.”

  Tony’s looked more and more confused as she rambled and she felt heat licking her cheeks. “Jesus, Lisa. You’re drunker than I thought. What kind of sick shit are you spouting? I would never do that to a woman. I respect women. I can’t believe you’re talking like that.” He held his towel protectively around his groin, like she might come lunging after him, demanding to be raped.

  Embarrassed and humiliated, Lisa stomped off to her bedroom, only half caring if he followed or not. He did follow, dropping his towel along the way. His body was good, with firm abs, a broad chest and a nice ass.

  Determined to give it one more go, Lisa straddled him and playfully pulled his wrists over his head. “Wrestle with me, lover boy. See if you can pin me down and have your way with me.” She gripped his wrists while squeezing his sides with her thighs. He didn’t move. “Come on, baby. Fight me. Take me by force. Show me what a strong man you are.”

  “Lisa, what is with you? It’s like I don’t even know you. What is this crap? Get off me, lie on your back and spread your legs. You’re giving me the creeps.”

  Furious and deeply embarrassed, Lisa rolled away from Tony, clutching her pillow as hot tears pricked her eyelids.

  Tony touched her back, his voice now concerned. “You getting your period or something?”

  Lisa was too astonished at this asinine remark to reply at first. Then she saw it as the out it was. “Yes. You better leave me alone. I’ll bleed all over you.”

  Tony, who always gave Lisa a wide berth when she was menstruating, patted her shoulder. “Okay then. You probably have cramps and all. I’ll just, um, say good night. I’m just going to catch the end of the game. I’ll let myself out.”

  “You do that.”

  ~*~

  Lisa Preston. The words rolled on his tongue like sweet wine as he drove to work the next morning. Lovely Lisa. Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. It had taken all his self-control, but he'd steered the conversation away from real life after her revelation, not wanting to make it seem too important.

  They chatted for a while longer, and it was he who ended the connection, leaving her to perform a real life exercise of masturbating, and stopping just before her orgasm. She was to do this several times before finally allowing herself to come.

  This was to teach her about self-control, he'd told her. Submissives must learn absolute self-control, so they only do as their Master wishes. They should learn to sublimate their own desires to those of their Master. And the Master, if he is worth his salt, will see that the submissive's needs are met, and that she is fulfilled. It's a romantic connection, he'd emphasized, pouring on the sweetness toward the end, though he didn't believe a word of it.

  Lisa would be perfect.

  Young, beautiful, compliant, eager. She definitely had submissive tendencies, tendencies he would exploit and control once he had her in his possession. He
was sure he’d have no problem training his lovely slut—shaping her to his ideal of the submissive nymphomaniac he carried in his imagination.

  How to entrap his darling girl? He couldn’t very well just show up in Middletown, New York and knock on her door. She would never go out with him. Not with Gilbert. Not willingly.

  He mused on this as he turned into the mall parking lot. He switched on the radio while scoping out a parking spot. Employees weren't allowed to park too close in, instead relegated to back lots, which infuriated Gilbert. Because he was a few minutes late, even most of those spots were taken, forcing him to circle farther and farther out.

  The news was on. He barely heard it until something caught his attention. “...was kidnapped last week. A ransom note was delivered to the distraught parents. Little Maria was returned unharmed, after three horrific days away from her parents. Police are still searching for clues, but as yet have no leads.”

  Gilbert gripped the steering wheel, his mind suddenly focused like a beam on an idea. A dangerous idea. A terrible idea. A perfect idea.