Chances

She laid the paper on the kitchen table scolding herself for even buying it in the first place. How desperate was she anyway? This had been one hell of a day for her anyway, sitting at her desk fighting off the frustration of missed deadlines and uncooperative clients had made getting toasted and reading personal ads seem like a good idea. Now, staring at the paper and holding the bottle of Rum it all seemed so silly. Remembering the look on the clerks face made her blush again and again she swore that she wouldn’t go into that store again for a long time.

Sarah prepared her dinner and ate in silence, thinking back on her last relationship. She had met Kevin one night out with her friends; they dated for three months before even talking about moving in together. Every thing between them seemed so perfect, that should have been her first clue. By the time they had been dating for four months Kevin had grown more irritable and less talkative. She knew something was wrong but she couldn’t get him to talk to her about it. Finally, the night of the “big fight”, you know the one, it’s the fight that kills relationships, he opened up to her. He had taken all he was going to take, he had tried to be patient, understanding, hell, he had even tried to convince himself that he was being overly sensitive. Sarah just sat there, stunned, listening as he went on and on about how self-centered she was, how self-righteous and arrogant. He voice barely audible above the music and crowd in the restaurant wasn’t a whisper, it was more like a growl. When he finally finished his tirade, Sarah stood up, looked down at him and simply said “You know, you could have stood up to me, you could have said something!” She cried silently all the way home in the cab.

Shaking off the bad memory, Sarah cleared away the dishes, straightened up the kitchen, poured a healthy shot of rum over some ice, grabbed a coke and the paper and headed to the living room. Curling up on the couch, she poured the coke over the rum. She sipped it slowly as she browsed through the ads. It took reading several before she realized that this was a paper for “kinky” people! Most had phone numbers listed in their ads, she didn’t want to be that direct! A few had email address but no location. One ad stood out in her mind, it stated that he lived not to far from her, some of his interests, a very vague description and his email address. By the time Sarah had finished her third rum and coke she was sitting at her computer trying to decide what she wanted to tell him about herself. She hadn’t meant to write him a four page essay, but for some reason the words just poured from her. She told him that she knew nothing about this lifestyle she had been reading about, had never experienced anything like it, but that his ad caught her eyes. She went on to tell him all about her likes and dislikes, every thing from music to movies to food and drinks. She signed it Sarah and clicked on send before she could change her mind. Her forth rum and coke half gone in front of her, she downed it and stumbled off to bed.

Saturday morning came and went with Sarah waking only long enough to notice that the headache hadn’t faded and her mouth tasted like she had been chewing on very old tennis shoes. Peeking out from under the blankets Sarah stared at the clock, had she really slept till almost one in the afternoon? Slowly she pulled herself out of bed, her stomach groaning from the movement, and went straight for a nice hot shower. By 2:30 she had showered, brushed the old shoes from her mouth and was digging around for something light to eat when she remembered sending that email last night. As if her stomach didn’t have enough of a reason to be queasy! Grabbing a coke from the refrigerator she sat down at the computer and opened her email. There, staring back at her, was his reply. She could only hope he was one of those people that simply added a reply; she really had no idea what all she had told him last night. She watched as the picture slowly loaded, revealing first his eyes, then an incredible smile, his long dark hair draped across his shoulders and down his chest. Long legs hidden inside well tailored slacks, one hand in a pocket, the other resting on the chair next to him. Sarah just stared at the picture. He was just plain gorgeous and she could look at him for days and never grow tired of it. His words flowed across the page; she read it several times, each time finding that her own excitement was growing. In turn Sarah composed her own email to him, including a picture of her and her interest in exploring further.

As the weeks passed Sarah and Daniel spoke almost every night on instant messenger. Many times Sarah had masturbated, blushing each time he told her how he wanted her to do it. She had never seen herself as shy before, but she had never had a man telling her how he wanted her to tease her clit or play with her nipples before either. One thing was certain; she had climaxed more often and more intensely to his words then she had ever in her life. She had asked him once if he also masturbated while talking to her? He had told her no, he didn’t, he was saving that for when he met her, then she could do it for him. That’s when reality set in; he was eventually going to want to meet in person! She didn’t know how she would handle that. This man knew more about her then anyone else ever had, she had said and done things with him that she couldn’t imagine ever doing before. Then it happened, Saturday night, after a long session of masturbation he dropped the bomb. He told her that he felt the time had come for them to meet. He told her to meet him at this club downtown, yes she knew where it was. She was to wear a skirt and blouse and be out front at 7:30 Saturday evening. If she wasn’t there it would be over and this would be the last time they spoke on the computer until then. Sarah’s heart pounded as she read what he typed. She numbly typed in her good bye and signed off.

Tuesday afternoon arrived and Sarah wondered what happened to Sunday and Monday? By Friday morning she was frantic, she still hadn’t decided what to do. She didn’t want what they had together to end, but her embarrassment was so intense that she wasn’t sure if she could look him in the eye after exposing so much of her soul to him. Early Saturday evening she found herself dressing mechanically, staring into her closet trying to decide what to wear. She finally selected a pale blue blouse with long full sleeves, a low cut neck line and tailored fit around the midsection with a straight black skirt that buttoned all the way down the front and hung to just below her knees. She pulled her long brown hair up, leaving a few loose curls to dangle about her face, applied her make up softly, dabbing on just a touch. Outside the clouds began to rumble as the rain came down in torrents. When she heard the cab horn she put on her coat and grabbed an umbrella.

Sarah arrived at the club by a few minutes after seven, way to much time to change her mind. After paying the cab driver she ran for the shelter of the marquis of the club. Within minutes people start arriving and going in. Groups gathered outside the doors talking quietly. Slowly Sarah was being inched further away from the entrance and closer to the curb. In one blink of an eye a gust of wind jerked her umbrella away and pushed open the door of the newly arriving cab. Together they robbed Sarah of what little bit of dignity she had left as well as her balance. She fell right into the arms of the man climbing out of the cab. Sarah looked up, apology and gratitude on her lips, but froze when she saw the mans eyes, his smile, every thing about him looked so familiar. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard him say “Hello Sarah” as he ushered her towards the club doors. She could feel the grip of his hand on her arm, smell his cologne, her senses were flooded. Everything seemed to be moving to fast and to slow all at the same time. Sarah tried to regain her composure, tried to free herself of his grip, tried to speak to him but everything was lost in the fog that overtook her mind. They were walking through a maze of tables, pausing as Daniel spoke to this person or that one. Then suddenly they were at an empty table, Sarah’s coat was removed as she stood there staring at Daniel. He was everything the picture had said he was. She watched as he removed his own coat, folding it neatly before laying it across an empty chair. Then he turned to face her, his eyes seemingly bored into her soul. His smile was warm and inviting, his hand on her shoulder felt warm and soothing. Leaning down he whispered something in her ear as he directed her to kneel next to him.

Sarah knelt there by his side as though she were watching from outside herself, slowly her gaze fell to her lap, she noticed how soaked her clothes were, the thin blouse clinging to her breasts, the air cold against her wet clothes caused her nipples to grow hard, pressing against the thin bra. Her skirt with the bottom four buttons undone to give her a subtle seductive look, was now hiked up and showing far more then she had intended for it to show. Goose flesh crept over her as the cool air inside the club chilled her. Then she heard Daniel’s voice again, whispering in her ear. Slowly she stood and watched as Daniel loosened the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, her heart pounded as she felt her skirt grow looser and slip to the floor. Sarah reached up and opened the front of her bra, all the while melting into Daniel’s eyes. His hand cupped her exposed breast, his fingers playing lightly over her hard nipples. How many nights had she laid in bed and dreamed of this moment? She moaned softly as he bent and kissed her neck, his tongue playing over her skin. She knew she was wet, she knew that he could sense her arousal. Daniel sat down and motioned her to him, he pulled her between his legs as his mouth explored her breasts, sucking one nipple then the other, biting softly, pulling at them. Sarah closed her eyes, moaning as he pulled her panties down away from her moisture, his fingers pinching at her clit just as he had instructed her to do on many occasions. Then suddenly it stopped. Daniel had his hand on her shoulder pushing her down to again kneel at his side. Reality slammed into Sarah as she realized that she was only a pair of shoes and some stockings away from being totally naked in front of all these people! She felt the heat rise in her face as she reached for her clothing only to be stopped by Daniel’s hand. She tried again to get past his hand and cried out as she felt a jolt of pain shoot through her nipple. Daniel was pinching it roughly and pulling her to him. Anger flashed in his eyes causing Sarah to catch her breath. Then he looked around the room and motioned for her to do the same. There, at nearly every table, was someone kneeling, naked. Male and female. When Daniel let go of her nipple Sarah knelt back down quietly.

What seemed like hours passed, one speaker after another stood and introduced themselves, the ones on the floor never spoke a word, and Sarah followed suit, although the not knowing, the not asking, was killing her. Names passed through her mind, never bothering to stick, as she was sure she would never need them. Then she heard Him stand, her mind whirling around as she listened, so intent on hearing what he was saying that her name sounded like an echo, something distant and eerie, and than she was standing, a fog moved into her mind, again she watched what was happening like an outsider, there she stood, wearing only her lace panties, stocking, and heals, her hair, drying from the rain, draped over her shoulders, the curls not quite reaching her erect nipples, legs spread, the glistening moisture evident between her legs, almost dripping with excitement, again she heard her name, this time she knew it was Him talking, introducing her to the room, a newcomer He had called her.

His hands explored her, she felt his fingers on her hard nipple, the sensation of Him pinching it, the pain mixed with pleasure, His voice in her ear telling her He was going to teach her, train her, and make her His own… He would do as He pleased, she would serve Him in any capacity, and she would beg to do more. She felt the heat rising, her hips thrusting, needing to cry out, wanting to beg for His touch, the juices dripping down her legs…. He spoke in her ear again, “Who am I?” Sarah hesitated for only a moment before whispering “Daniel”.

The sound the crop made as it struck her will forever ring in her memory, her ass was on fire, her thighs were red and shaking, crying out as one grazes her clit, with each smack she hears His voice in her ears saying “I am Master”…. again and another, His voice in her ears, another smack, her clit screams as He lands one dead on, again and again, until finally she cries out, “Master!!!! You are Master!!” He smiles, the crop resting where it had stopped, she felt it on her clit, He was rubbing it in the juices it had caused and brought it up to her face, she could smell herself on it, He put it to her mouth, she kissed it lightly, tasting herself on it. His hand caressed her face, drying the tears he lightly kissed her mouth, smiled, he said, “You did wonderfully, it will only get better My slave”. Sarah smiled…. pride welling up in her.

She lay in bed trying to shake off last night, how much of it was real, and how much was intensified by the dreams....? In her mind she could see herself standing in front of Him, answering all of His questions, telling Him things that she wouldn't even admit to herself, no, no way, that part had to be the dreams, her thoughts ramble on, remembering the crop, was that real? Her hand ran across her ass, feeling the welts,  sliding them between her legs, moist from the memory, her clit is hard and swollen, one finger massages it, lost in the feeling, she is startled by the phone ringing, as she reaches it she remembers that she has given Him her number....

His voice sounds just as powerful and commanding over the phone as it did last night.... suddenly it all comes flooding back in, not a dream at all, it happened.... and was going to happen again.... Sarah jumped out of bed and ran to the shower, knowing how little time she had to prepare, He would be there in less than an hour to pick her up....

The cab let them off at the club, not so overwhelming in the light of day, as He helped her from the car; His hand brushed her ass, bringing back the memory of last night, feeling the stinging through her dress. The doors were locked and He fishes in His pockets for the keys, mumbling something about being the first ones here. The door opens and Sarah hesitates, just stands there staring inside.... Wondering what she has done..... His hand takes her arm and He pulls her inside, almost gently, like He knows how frightened she is.... the fog again over takes Sarah, she remembers last night, the scent still hangs in the air, all those people in here, the ones chained to the walls, the paddlings, the crying out, the pain/pleasure of so many.....she knows she has so far to go, so much to learn, the need to be here, the desire to please, to serve, ...... "not the least of which would be to pay closer attention to Master!!!" she thinks as she cries out in agony as he pinches her nipple tightly between His fingers, again, she is looking out over an empty room.....she is led through the main room to a doorway in the back, they go through and down some stairs, she knows that she is alone here, with only Him, and that anything could happen, He could do anything to her and no one would hear. The air here was still, silent all but the echo of footsteps as they walk further into the darkness. Her Master reaches around her and flips a switch, pale lights spring into being, causing the shadows to resemble monsters... Sarah enters the most intimidating room she has ever seen...