SWITCH - extract for A1 - © drkfetyshnyghts 2015

 

Nicole was naked except for a pair of thick red, thigh high socks. And she was preoccupied with what was happening on the on the big LCD computer screen. But at the same time she was moving around, topping up a huge glass of red wine. Then she moved to a side table and picked up a pack of cigarettes, removed one and dangled the long cork tipped stick between full, deep red lips. Her makeup was immaculate, if a little overdone. But then it always was immaculate. At some point she would get dressed, to a degree. Just not yet. Outside the daylight was fading into evening dusk. She was fully immersed in what was happening on screen. She didn't sit back at her desk yet. She just stood, lit the cigarette and dragged heavily. She removed it from her lips and held it delicately between her two perfectly manicured forefingers and she inhaled sharply, just pulling the corner of her red mouth as she did that. Then she exhaled. The emphasised pout of those lips as she exhaled gave her an alluring, seductive air. If anyone could make smoking cool again, it was Nicole......

 

 

.......MS had been burning the midnight oil again. He had been focused on finding his next buzz. It had been three days since he had pressed that contact button and sent his introduction to Nicole. In his mind she couldn't be genuine. She must have been a fake because she didn't reply to him. In his mind she should have responded straight away. This girl should have been eager to come into his world. This girl next door who liked red lipstick and cigarettes and for some reason shouldn't have. In his mind she wouldn't have had a clue about the glamorous world he inhabited and she should have been almost grateful for the opportunity to be invited in the way he had invited her in. 'Why don't we meet, have some fun. I will bring out the true submissive in you'. Those had been the words he had chosen to use. Carefully considered words that wouldn't frighten her off in the first instance. And yet enough to draw her in. Those had been his thoughts anyway. That was another big problem with MS - he didn't credit ANY woman with having the same, or superior intelligence to men. He kind of had this old school mentality about him that wasn't just sexist, and it was positively caveman in its origins.

 

In HER mind, Nicole's mind, she had been at her computer when MS's message had pinged into her inbox. The problem was that she got hundreds of messages a day. Most of them led nowhere. Most of them she didn't even open. Repeat messages. Stalker messages. Nicole was the sort of stunner residing on that almost dark net, that attracted every nut job out there. But she was used to that. She could avoid and bin the ones she wasn't interested in. And she could filter out the ones that deserved a second look. MS had been wrong - she wasn't fake, not even slightly fake. She had spotted this newcomer and she had set him aside straight away. But she wouldn't respond straight away. She would give it two or three days. In that time she knew that this man would be looking over her profile time and time again, trying to decide if she was real or not. And probably coming to the conclusion that she was one of the many fake profiles out there. How disturbingly right she was. MS had done that. He had poured over her profile many times. And her pictures. He would have been aching inside from her beauty. And then he would have felt like she was slipping away. Then after those three days had lapsed she had sent him a message.

 

THANK YOU SIR. I WOULD LOVE FOR MY SUBMISSIVE SIDE TO BE BROUGHT RIGHT OUT BY YOU. WHY DON'T WE SKYPE SIR AND MAYBE ARRANGE TO MEET?

 

A simple message - almost naïve in the words she used. And yet those words fit perfectly with the girl next door picture she used as the header in her profile. Like a young girl on the cusp of exploring a world that she needed to explore. Like she would never be able to explain why she needed to explore. Or why she got those feelings of submission at all. It was just that she had to do it. It was the impression that Nicole was easily able to convey in those few short words. MS had practically spat his coffee over his computer screen when her message had come to his inbox. His pulse had raced. He was still doubting her in a way, before he opened the message. But then he read the words and they simply fit in with her profile, her pictures. This was one bitch he wanted to abuse in ways that he had never abused a girl. There he was already, after that next big buzz.

 

I HAD ALMOST GIVEN UP ON YOU! YES LETS TALK ON SKYPE, SEE HOW WE GO. SEE HOW COMPATIBLE WE ARE.