|
DarkLight1961 -> Fallen Angel Chapter 1 continued... (4/19/2012 2:39:42 PM)
|
First Contact
Nicole’s morning followed its usual pattern; school run, shopping, housework, ironing watching the Jeremy Kyle Show, chatting to her mum on the phone, nothing extraordinary. She stopped at 12.30 and made herself a light lunch of salad with balsamic and olive oil dressing (the next diet had started) but instead of watching the lunchtime news, she went upstairs to the small room she called her “study” and logged on the computer. Not usually visiting the chat room at this time, she was interested in all the new names that were there, the usual blend of dramatic-sounding Doms (NightBlade, DangerMaster, EvilLord etc) that made her chuckle when she looked at their pictures, wondering how on earth they considered themselves dangerous? There was a sprinkling of subs, none that she knew, but they greeted her warmly as a “sister” and included her in their off-screen chats in a private area where they laughed at the antics of the Doms. They all knew this was against protocol, but it was the element of naughtiness that all subs enjoyed because most were aware who controlled who.
She was laughing at the description from a sub called “faerygirl” of her encounter with a new Dom. Michael, as she was really a he, was telling of their first meeting and how it had all ended with him actually taking over and “Domming” the so-called “AcidCommander” and making him squeal when he bent him over and fucked him. She had just typed in “LOL” (laugh out loud) when a name appeared in the room.
DL
One of the other subs, a girl (a real one this time) posted an “Uh-oh here’s trouble!” causing her to quickly ask the question
“Why?”
The girl responded.
“Watch that DL, he’s tricky. He can be really nice but if you push it he has a way of making you feel small, and if you are not careful you’ll find yourself being punished!”
Nicole had not really considered being “punished” verbally in a chat room as something to worry about, but she knew some subs took it extremely seriously and they avoided it at all costs. (Hence her reputation for being a brat.)
She told them he had contacted her but they had yet to speak and, with a few quiet “Be careful” messages sent her way, she returned her attention to the main chat. He was answering the greetings politely with “afternoon lady” or “Good Day Squire” depending if it was a sub or a Dom, so she added her own.
“Good afternoon DL Sir”
She watched the comment appear and waited.
He replied.
“And a good afternoon to you too lady mystery, I trust you are having a pleasant day in this wonderful world of ours?”
She typed quickly,
“I am Sir, and my sisters are keeping me entertained. If I may be so bold may I ask what brings You here today?”
She smiled to herself at the leading question, and pouted at his reply.
“I am bored lady, and need some light relief, and I know looking around the room that some of these insolent little subbies will provide that.”
There were half a dozen mock-protests from the subs in the room, all pleading innocence, one or two openly defiant (waiting for him to choose them this afternoon, she thought with a little jealousy.) She quickly tried to keep his attention.
She typed:
“Bows her head. I am sure not all of us are here to cause you trouble Sir! If You would be so kind as give me an indication of how to relieve Your boredom this one will do her best.”
She knew it was brazen, but she did not want to compete for his time any more than she had to.
It worked.
“mystery-angel” he replied, “how could an aged Dom such as I refuse that kind of offer? My private address is on My profile, contact Me there and W/we can talk without interruption.”
He then typed; “Looks around the room. I expect no-one to follow U/us there!!”
He had made it very clear they were not to be disturbed. She liked that. Nicole went to his profile and quickly scribbled down his private message address. Her heart was fluttering as she added it to her own as a contact, clicked on it, and waited for him to acknowledge her.
And waited. After ten minutes she muttered “Self-centered bastard!” and was just about to leave when a message was posted.
“I am sorry for the delay My lady, business interrupted for a short while. You have My full attention now.”
An apology! Not something she had expected as most Doms are so full of their own self-importance they rarely apologize for anything!
“That is quite alright Sir, it is the middle of a working day and I am sure You must be very busy.” Once again as she typed she was aware it was a leading question, inviting him to explain about his work. He didn’t take the bait.
“It was nothing” he replied, “A phone call. Now My little mystery-angel, what am I to make of you? You have been quite forward with your approach, and an offer to attend to My boredom is tantamount to giving yourself for My use?”
She pondered for a few seconds, and then replied.
“Forgive me Sir, I did not mean to give a bad impression or behave like a slut. If You remember Sir it was You who contacted me Sir (smiles) I was just trying to be helpful!”
His reply made her stop and think. She would have to be careful with this one!
“My lady, your apology is accepted with not a little regret (chuckles) as a slut would most definitely relieve My boredom! Methinks W/we should take a few steps back and take the time to get to know more about each other, and then if you wish you may be the sluttiest sub a Dom has ever had the good fortune to meet (smiles)”
They talked for the rest of the afternoon, sometimes in riddles and suggestion, mostly in straightforward honesty. She was surprised how easy it was to express herself without recourse, he accepting her points of view on subjects without judgment, only once showing a warning sign in a reply. She had made the point about D/s relationships, and how they were not as they seemed, when he sent a curt reply.
“My lady, do not be fooled by the talk of others. Granted in most cases this is true; however there are always exceptions to the rule. Should W/we meet then you will quickly come to realize that My word is inviolate and I will not tolerate insolence or disobedience. Apart from that I’m a nice guy (smile)”
While she was pondering this she glanced at the time.
“Jesus Christ!!! It’s 3 o’clock!!”
She quickly sent him the message she had to dash off to pick her son up from school, and logged off without waiting for a reply. She charged downstairs, searched frantically for her car keys, and flew out the front door without locking it behind her. He son was kicking at the dust around his feet when she arrived at the school, luckily only a couple of minutes late.
“I’m sorry love” she said, “I’ve been terribly busy and I quite forgot the time!”
“Its ok mum” he said, “I know how hard you work keeping the house clean and washing and stuff.”
She had the good grace to blush as she pulled out into the traffic.
Later that evening, after her son had gone to bed, she poured a large glass of wine and headed for the study. When she appeared in the chat room one of her friends instantly contacted her and invited her into the private area. Without preamble they launched into questions.
“Come on then, spill the beans! What’s he like? What did you talk about? Is he as scary as they say? What did you find out about him? What does he do? Are you gonna chat again?”…the list came thick and fast!!
She laughed as she answered each one, but then became aware of a fact she had overlooked. Whilst he had been attentive, courteous, witty and polite he had actually told her absolutely nothing about himself! She passed this on to her friend, who replied after a few seconds pause.
“Nic, I have heard some tales about DL, not all of them good. Yes they all say he is nice and charming blah blah blah but I have heard some scary stuff as well. I’ve never spoken to someone who has met him, but the word is when you do you’d better be prepared, as he doesn’t take any prisoners!”
She asked where that had come from, but her friend just said it was stuff she’d heard in the rooms when talking to other subbies, but no-one seemed to admit that they had met him, just what they had been told.
“So it’s not necessarily true then?” Nicole felt defensive, “It might just be rumor-mongering by subbies?”
Her friend admitted that was true, but came up with the old chestnut; there’s no smoke without fire!
Nicole laughed at that, told her friend she’d be extra careful, and yes, she’d spill the beans if she talked to him again!
With that her private message paged blinked at her.
“Shit he’s here!” she told her friend, “Catch you later!”
“I hope all is well with your son My lady? I fear I kept you talking for too long earlier, remiss of Me but I just can’t resist a pretty face (smile)”
She liked the way he typed the expressions into his chat, it gave her more of a sense of what he was actually saying and thinking.
“It was my fault really Sir, I should have kept an eye on the clock. And thank you for the compliment.”
” Bloody hell Nic,” she thought,” fishing again!!”
This time he did take the bait.
“It is a statement of fact as I see it My lady, nothing more. When you feel comfortable I would like to see more of you if you have other pictures. The one on your profile is lovely, but it only whets the appetite!”
“How the hell did he manage that!” she thought to herself, “He’s turned a compliment into a request, and put me on the spot! If I turn him down I risk offending him, and if I send him more then he’ll have the advantage. Shit! Crafty bastard!”
She gave a cagey reply.
“I shall see if I have others that will please you Sir. I wouldn’t like to send you anything that might not be up to your standards (smiles shyly)”
His reply made her sit up.
“Very clever My lady, the right amount of promise without any commitment! I like that very much, you intrigue Me more now with brains as well as beauty! I think it will be very interesting to get to know you a lot better My mystery-angel, but I shall try not to be impatient. And ignore those stories you have been told, they know nothing of Me.”
Nicole frowned at this last bit. How did he know? Maybe he has a pet subbie who gives him the gossip? She made a mental note not to talk openly in the chat rooms with others, just those who she can trust.
“I will make my own judgments Sir; I do not listen to gossip.”
She bit her lip at the fib she had told, and hoped it sounded sincere.
Obviously not.
“*laughs* of cause you don’t My lady, I knew that! Now, I must cut our chat short this evening as I am expecting a guest”
Nicole glanced at the clock. It was after 10. Who would be coming round at this time of night if not…
“.. and I have a busy day tomorrow. I would like to talk to you further lady, is tomorrow evening ok?”
“I will be here Sir.” She knew her reply was a little cool, but didn’t care. Who was going round? Why so late? Does he have a real-time partner?
He signed off.
“Until tomorrow it is then My lady. Take care and be well mystery-angel. X “
Nicole logged off her computer and sat looking at the blank screen.
“You silly cow” she said to herself, “You know nothing about this guy and yet you’re wondering who’s going round to his house!!”
She drained the last of her wine, turned the lights out in her study and prepared for bed. She lay for a long time thinking about what had happened today. “Well!” she said to herself as she rolled over, “you wanted to push some barriers, and maybe this one will give you the necessary nudge!”
As she fell asleep a little voice whispered in her mind. “But what kind of a nudge?”
Douglas Vaughan turned off his computer, left his home office and moved through to the back of the house. He loved this old place, the size and grandeur spoke to him of times past. His few friends told him it was way too large, as a successful single guy he didn’t need seven bedrooms and umpteen bathrooms, just a suave sophisticated apartment in the city. He would often roam through the rooms in the middle of the night, all in darkness, and listen to the creaks and groans as the building cooled and settled after a warm day. He was sure he could hear it breathing, but he was also sure he spent too much time on his own!
Tonight had shown some promise, he sensed he had the attention of someone who would feed then satisfy his growing desires, but he would need to be calm and collected, give them time to understand him, then they would give him what he wanted. It had been quite a while since his last encounter with an online conquest (he used this term to de-personalize those he encountered) and his desires had grown to the point of being unbearable. He had tried to satisfy himself with a “normal” relationship (referred to as “Vanilla” within the LifeStyle) but she had proven too clingy and kept asking “Where are we going with this relationship?” until the time he had answered “Nowhere!” and shown her the door. He preferred the no-strings “We both know what we are here for” simplicity of LifeStyle encounters as they gave him the scope his imagination (and libido) craved.
Walking down the sweeping staircase, his mind wandering, Douglas Vaughan pictured himself in his favorite situation. He no longer saw the darkened house but visions of leather, chains, whips and crops, heard moans and screams, smelt sex and blood, semen and sweat. By the time he found himself in his lounge he had an honest-to-goodness steel hard-on pushing through his suit pants.
“Hail Mary!” he chuckled to himself when he looked down, “Let me at her!”
|
|
|
|
