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THE STUDENT, CHAPTER TWO by
SIR STRYKER
Trembling fingers cradled the envelope at arms length as Diane Shultz pondered opening it. “What could they ask of me,” she thought as her knees grew weak and her pulse quickened. It had been over two weeks since that strange party. Well could she remember how her curiosity betrayed her submissive desires. “Sing out,” an unknown voice from deep inside chided to her mind. “Go ahead, stare at the state of your inner desires..” and stare she did.
The strike of the whip against the helplessly bound girl’s ass was still ringing in her ears. In all these days since that enlightening event, Diane had first hoped this envelop would not come. With the same intensity she could not wait for this day. Her knees hardly carried the weight of her trim athletic body as she strolled to the sofa. The letter was written by hand.
Diane,
You have been selected to become a student of the game. Be assured you have been watched from the moment you left the party. We know where you live, where you work, where you workout and even what you ate for lunch yesterday. You have been under constant surveillance littleone. We have made a contact with your friends, your bank, and your employer. In short We know everything We need to know about your life girl. What We gained from your last boyfriend was also interesting. It would seem you should have practiced the fine art of cock sucking a while longer, but should you accept Our offer, you will be well trained in this area.
A sudden blush of shock overcame the woman as she read how “these people” had so easily delved into her personal life. What could they have asked??? Who would dare, of her trusted friends, her co-workers, her banker, to have answered about her. How dare her ex boyfriend even speak to anyone about their private sexual encounters.
The sudden urge to rip up the letter hit her. There was a momentary instant which at one point or another, hits us all, that of our instinct of “fight or flight”. Tears streamed down her eyes. She looked behind her, out the living room window. Was someone watching her now? Could there be someone with a zoom lens snapping her photo. She was wearing a bathrobe and had quickly tightened the belt around her waist. She slumped down into the cushion hoping to afford any photo hog only the back of her head. Her tears stained the letter nearly smearing the words she’d already read. They may have been gone from the paper, but they still burned in her head. After dabbing her blurry eyes with a tissue, she decided she’d read this far so she might as well continue.
Now that you know We already have complete control of you girl, know also that there were photos taken of you during your visit. We’re sure you remember the time you spent nude in the chair, those bright lights. They served to allow the camera to capture your eyes. Be assured that thus far the photos are only added to Our gallery for Our members to view, yet should you attempt to contact the police of the FBI in an effort to have US arrested, those very same photos will not only be sent to your family and friends, but placed on the internet, along with your address and phone number in a most unflattering manner.
A gasp escaped Diane’s throat. How embarrassing would it be for her brothers and sisters, her Mom and Dad, and the rest of her family to see her wantonly sitting naked in front of a group of strangers. She’d been displaying herself in a sexual manner in a place she thought no one would ever learn about. She sure as Hell would die of embarrassment having then posted on all the computers at work.
How could anyone be so cruel? Why was she the sudden victim? What could she do? Where could she run to? Who could she tell? How could she stop this? The answers came to her as fast as the questions popped into her head. Because they had that much money and power. Because she went to that damn party. She could do nothing to stop them. There was no where to run where the internet could not find her. She was completely powerless.
After all wasn’t that what she had craved deep inside…to BE powerless? How often had she secretly dreamed of total surrender? Those thoughts would overcome her in the strangest of moments and each time a sudden stir in her pussy itched. Oh she thought of it as a game. A game in which she controlled and made the rules. She could make it sensual. Never brutal. Nothing like the total control of involving her family or friends. A private thought she’d explore while lying in her bed masturbating. No harm, no foul. But this…this letter seemed far more real than anything she’d imagined. It as surreal. It could lead to…well she’d no idea where it could lead to, yet she read on anyway.
You have but two choices littleone. First you may stand up, immediately walk outside and rip up this letter. After which place the pieces into your garbage can. Look neither to your left nor your right as you ARE being watched. If you do this We assure you no further contact from Us will ever be initiated. That is to say, if you never mention this letter or US or the party again you will be left to live your puny existence of a life as you know it now. Your second option is to dare to enter a new life. To do so you must again go outside, stand on the top step of your porch and look to your left. You will see no one yet you will BE seen. Once out there you must bow three times, this will be a signal to Our associate that you wish to begin your training. A phone call will come to you within an hour with further instructions which you must follow to the letter. The choice is yours littleone. Failure to comply will end any further communication with Us.
Thus the letter ended unsigned.
Diane sat back to ponder her decision as to what she should do next. It was not much of a decision. Diane opened the front door, stood in her bathrobe, stood on the top porch and looked left. Humbly she bowed herself at the waist three times, stood erect and re entered her home.
Within the hour she heard the phone ring. She answered it and the line went dead. The within a few moments she heard the insistent honking of a limo outside. Opening the door, still only dressed in her house coat and slippers, she acknowledged the beckoning hand of the man behind the wheel, locked and closed her door and climbed into the back seat.
As the large car lurched off Darlene knew life as she’d known it was over and a new existence was just about to begin. She hoped she was ready in body, as she knew she was ready in mind. She would soon learn which was correct.
Pleasure and pain, or so I’ve been told, are both the same, one is silver as the other is gold!
THE END
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SIR STRYKER
Written by SIR STRYKER 11/27/04
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