Part 1

   The evening was dark and the rain was pouring down at an insane pace. Charlene could hardly see as she did her best to follow the map she had printed off from the internet showing her route from Omaha to Kansas City.  A few times she had to slow down with the traffic which bothered her greatly. She was keenly aware of the time and was sure she would be late. The last thing she wanted to do was to provide a bad impression in meeting Dominic. Charlene was doing her best and was seriously afraid that her best would not be enough for her to be able to present herself as an experienced submissive.  The true problem was that even though she had read as many books as she could get her hands on, and role played online with what she found out later to be posers in it for the sexual gratification they could acquire from talking dirty to her, she only had the feelings in her heart through most of her whole life. Charlene had even tried getting involved in the local bdsm groups but found herself feeling like a kitten in a lions den. They did not seem to want to offer her any help or knowledge, yet simply looked upon her as a new toy for them to toss about and use.  She had never found anyone who was willing to explore these fantasies that had been preoccupying her mind for well over 20 years now.

   Her husband and mate of 11 years had gone about telling all of his friends about how weird his wife was, after she had shared her deepest desires, and how she wanted to try all these disgusting or scary things he would in no way even attempt.  At that time in her life she had decided to close off those wants and simply try to be like everyone else.  It did not seem to matter that every time her husband had climbed upon her, there may have been 2 bodies there but only one was ever gratified and it was never her.  She learned to lock away her inner self and try desperately to fit herself into the mold she thought she was supposed to be, just like every one else. Although the dreams came to her every night, some even waking her from a deep sleep with a feeling of such pulsing desire and need within herself, she would simply sneak out of bed and lock herself in the bathroom, turn on the shower and begin quietly masturbating to the thought of a strong Man with many tattoos roughly fucking her.  She would ponder how it would feel actually having an orgasm with him inside of her and hearing him call her his own.  She eventually learned to not speak of these needs in front of others for fear of being chastised, and to never bring it up with her husband lest she wish for another physical argument.

   After her separation from her husband, she had decided to try and venture out into the world and maybe meet someone who had the same needs and desires she did, Charlene knew she could not be the only one who wanted this kind of lifestyle.   She was afraid she would be refused an initial meeting if they knew she had no actual knowledge other than wishes and dreams but had never had a Dominant or Top, so she devised a way to where she would not lie, but not admit to not having any experience.   She had hoped that if she spoke enough of what she had read and of the stories she had enjoyed maybe she could pull this off, hopefully.

   Charlene began with creating a profile on a bondage type website where others seemed to congregate, hoping her profile was intriguing enough for them to want to email her.  A few men did begin emailing with her and her excitement grew with every new introduction, she knew somewhere out there was a Dominant that would teach her, for more than just one fling, maybe he would want her for a few months.  She knew never to hope for too much, for if she didn't hope for something the disappointment would be less when it did not happen.   All her life she had hoped and wanted for things that were never to be, she in turn would spiral down into a self destructive phase willing herself to lay with those she barely knew simply to feel the hands caress her flesh, for a simple kiss from a stranger or if she were good maybe a few words of encouragement if she were lucky but most of the time they were drunk or altered and hardly even remembered her name, they just remembered the "freak".

   Dominic was a very "real" person, she had never known anyone who seemed to have such a grasp on his own life and understood exactly what he wanted out it.  When Charlene first began speaking with him, she wondered if he were actually like the way he spoke or was it possibly just his way to bait in girls?  She simply hoped she could "feel" which one was real.

   She had already met a few others from the net and found out so many were not what they seemed to be.  She had met one guard from a prison up north and thought to herself "he has to be masculine and dominant if he works in a prison!"  She thought he could definitely be the one, when they had met the first few days were amazing. He was beyond talented in rope bondage and could bring her to orgasm simply with the flick of a fingertip. Charlene had never felt such intensity in her life with his flogging, cuttings, fire play and bondage. This had been her first real Dominant experience. She happily left him at times with a few cuts and bruises thinking he was great. Then one day they were talking and he touched on the subject of him teaching her how to top him.  He wished for her to force him to suck her strap-on and admitted to being bisexual. Neither of these things bothered her much but she knew in her heart if she were to top him, she would no longer feel submissive towards him, so to complete his wish she was to give up hers.  The only other one she got involved with swore he adored the fact she was submissive, then mocked her and took advantage of her in every situation from abusing her trust to abusing her checkbook.

 Charlene was at her wits end when Dominic first emailed her.  She read his email not truly looking at it or hearing the words she was speaking out loud. All she could think of was that she was not to be "owned" as she had always wished, it was only to be a dream for her. In re-reading the email she noticed there was something different about his writing, as if his masculinity came thru in his wording.  He was speaking to her as a person, as if he knew her, she felt deep down his words touched her heart and she felt the ice upon it melt.  Charlene began speaking with Dominic on a regular basis thru the internet and phoning each other.  She soon realized that his voice alone could make her pussy lips twitch simply from changing his tone.  Many a night she was so excited from the conversation with him, she hung up and immediately went into her locked cabinet removing her favorite toy. 

His voice was something she could truly fuck herself to, pretending that his commands were for her alone, his voice commanding and deep as she imagined him telling her to show him how she would fuck herself.  She would in turn sprawl across her queen size bed laying back and begin tracing her fingertips about the curved shape of her breast feeling her nipples harden; she would roll one back and forth in her fingertips, licking her finger and wetting her nipple so as to feel the coolness of the room. Oh what she imagined he would feel like, she knew his cock would split her wide as she rammed the dildo deeper and deeper into her awaiting pussy as it dripped with her juices. She would pinch her nipples and bite her lip trying to hush her own cries as she came to orgasm with waves and waves of spasms crashing thru her flesh. She would then lay there shuddering, her throat dry from gasping, her skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat and her nether lips twitching with such delicious aftershocks.  Night after night she reminisced thru the images of him he had given her.

  Could just the simple thought of this Man truly make her cum harder than she ever had in her whole life?  The more she tried to talk herself out of meeting him in person, the more she found herself thinking of him while driving to work then realizing her fingers were stroking her warm pussy thru her jeans, a few times she had even masturbated at work in the small bathroom down the hall from her office after speaking with him.  She finally decided that she wished to meet him. Pushing her fears aside she told him she would go to him and he in turn made arrangements for her.  The only thing left for her to do was pack and head out over the weekend. He mind stayed muddled thru her last work week before she drove to him.  She had become so engrossed in her masturbations she had started to carry her pocket rocket, just in case she had the need to get off at work. She began noticing the apprehension when she realized that the simple thought of being submissive to this delicious man made her pussy wet and twitching for hours, what was happening to her?  Why could he say just a few select words and her body would respond against her will?  She had to find out.