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Kelly's Quickies - Volume Four
(Kelly Addams)
Fiona eased back into a bath heavy with essential oils and delicate scents, candles fluttered and flickered as she sighed... she was living the life she deserved. She was the perfect example of rags to riches, she had discovered the key and now it was firmly in her grasp she would never let it go.
"Idiot!" she whispered as she raised a crystal champagne flute that danced with golden bubbles, "To all the idiots in this world, but especially mine!"
She had always found it ironic that she dominated the man in her life, because she actually wasn't that strong, or that cruel... but she learned quickly as she spotted a niche in the market so to speak.
It had all begun innocently enough, she had been bored in her college dorm, broke and alone it was a Friday night and her friends were painting the town.
"And I'm here alone with only a bottle of cheap plonk and the computer!"
The internet had never particularly interested her, she didn't tweet, she wouldn't know facebook if it jumped up and slapped her, in fact her only social effort was an email that gave her access of sorts to a network of her peers.
Bored and beginning to feel tipsy she logged in and drifted through a variety of chatrooms.
"Crap!" she whispered as she began to follow a very dry conversation about the government of the day and how some spotty teen in a neighbouring college could do so much better with his vast life experience. "Idiot!" she chuckled as she closed the room and drifted to the next.
"18+!"
"I'm not so sure about that."
The warning flashed up and her cursor hovered above a big red no, take me back button before she shrugged her shoulders and shifted across to click on a green tick that confirmed she was not only the correct age... but also prepared for content that was promised to shock her to the core.
The chat opened, and Fiona's eyes opened wide. "So many!" she whispered. Her previously visited rooms were considered crowded when the numbers swelled above ten... but in the adult section the chatters numbered in the hundreds.
"Sexy!" a message popped up, followed by, "Wanna hook up?"
Fiona shook her head and closed the window just as another opened. "You look hot!" she was about to click and close when the message flickered, "Hi, I'm Dave!"
He looked normal. And I am bored she chuckled quietly as she typed "Hi," and hit send.
"Are you a Domme?" He quickly typed.
Perplexed Fiona paused. What the hell is a Domme? She hit google and grinned as her answer came. I'm not, but it might be fun to pretend tonight.
"Yes," she typed with a wide grin, "And I am not impressed by your introduction!" she learned quickly, she was to be respected and his initial message had shown none. She was a dominant woman, stern and sometimes cruel, she was supposed to force men into submission for her own sexual gratification.
"Pardon me Mistress Fiona, I was presumptuous!"
"I may consider forgiving you!" Fiona hit send and giggled, I may consider... or what, I should just forgive and admit I'm a fraud... but maybe he will be prepared for a forfeit!
"How submissive are you?"
"Mistress, completely submissive... and I am humbly seeking an online Goddess to control me."
"Control you in what way?" Fiona asked as she rapidly scanned the pages of Wikipedia learning the basics of the lifestyle. Because for many people it was a lifestyle, a choice to be made and respected, a submissive man or woman would offer their obedience and servitude to another more powerful and dominant personality. It's all a bit freaky she admitted but decided that playing the game was better than boredom.
"Control me in every way Mistress," he typed. "I am here to serve you!"
Fiona straightened her expression and typed swiftly. "Then get on your knees now and switch on your web cam, I want to see if you are worthy to serve me!"
"Yes Mistress," he replied instantly, "Clothed or naked Mistress?"
Fiona gasped and felt her cheeks flush as a grin broke through her shock.
"Naked of course!" she typed and swallowed hard as she hit send.
"Yes Mistress." his reply was instantaneous, "One minute please."
An hour later Fiona was hooked, she had degraded him, she had loved it, he had loved it even more and swore his undying loyalty to her as he flogged his erect penis with a short and springy cane that he had prepared for just that eventuality.
"I have a task for you," she had typed, "I will consider taking you as my slave provided that you meet my requirements exactly. Write a message in black marker across your chest. I am the property of Mistress Fiona. Big letters, and make it your profile photograph."
"Yes Mistress," he replied, "Thank you Mistress... is there anything else?"
"Yes!" she typed quickly before pausing, unsure how to proceed. Direct approach she decided and continued typing. "To prove your commitment to me, you must send me tribute!"
"Naturally Mistress," he replied and Fiona swallowed hard to read his instant acceptance. "Is PayPal acceptable, or a transfer to your bank account?"
"PayPal!" she replied, it was surely too good to be true.
"What level of tribute does Mistress require, please say because I do not wish to offend with an unsuitable sum!"
Oh my God Fiona groaned. Is this real?
"�20." she began before hitting delete twice and changing to 50.
"As you wish Mistress," she watched him nod and begin logging into his account, only moments later a message arrived... his name wasn't really Dave because his PayPal account was registered to Alan, but that didn't matter, he had sent her money, real hard cash, and he now waited on camera ready to continue serving her.
"Who told you to stop beating that cock," she said in a confident voice as she switched her own camera on... for fifty he had earned the right to hear her voice and see her expression as he punished himself!