Allow Me To Serve

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Computer Dating

I scrolled down, past ad after ad. They had to be here somewhere.

“Submit to your Master and Mistress now!” “You’ve been bad. Call us for your punishment!” and other lines fairly shouted at me off the computer screen. I ignored them. The couple’s ad I searched for wouldn’t take an approach like that. At least, not if I knew them as well as I thought.

Five days. Five days since my little voyeur expedition. I hadn’t seen Stephanie or Daniel at all. They stayed inside all day Sunday and then the work week started. I couldn’t stop thinking about them and it helped make the days go faster. Each night when I got home I nuked a dinner, flipped on the computer and resumed my quest.

I couldn’t find them. I don’t know how many times I checked the website named “Bondage, Inc.” and the personal ad section. The website beeped each time a new ad went up but each time I was disappointed. I would walk away, tell myself again they probably hadn’t decided to place and ad online, much less write one, then, after a half hour or so of pacing around the house, I would look again, beep or no beep. Finally, late each night, I would stumble up to bed.

Why didn’t I just confront them? Uh, hi. Stephanie said I could come up and talk. So, let’s talk about your s*x life, my lack of one and how I jacked off outside your window Saturday night. By the way, how hard do you whip?

Ah, no. I may have been a sneak, but something warned me to back off. I needed to slow down, don’t rush headlong into anything. Besides, Stephanie had seen me. She must have told Daniel and the fact that they weren’t down here now told me that they weren’t ready to openly admit their SM habits to their landlord.

I needed a more cautious approach. One that wouldn’t embarrass anyone, and that would allow us all to back away from each if things didn’t work out. So I decided if I found a personal ad, then that was another matter. If they advertised and I answered it, then everything was above board with their SM background and my new active interest in it. Oh, my and ex and I had tried it a little to regain some of the early excitement in our marriage. We got out some ropes and he tied me down, but at that point we were just one step away from divorce and nothing could stop it. But when I met Daniel and Stephanie...

Now though, with my dinner getting cold and my computer screen providing the only light in the house, I doubted my plan. No sign of the ad. There were physical descriptions in the listings already there, but none that fit my quarry. Maybe they had changed their minds. But no, that couldn’t happen. I didn’t want it to and I refused to believe it. I had picked up some of the SM lingo from the ads and knew they “played” with other people, like the dark-haired man and his blonde lady. No, Daniel and Stephanie were going to advertise. I knew it.

I pushed myself away from the computer and in the kitchen gobbled down some tepid noodles, mushy peas and dry chicken. From the window I gazed up at the apartment. Their light was on. They were up there. Now, if they could only break away from each other for half a second, if Daniel would just untie Stephanie or she let him put down the whip long enough to click on the e-mail button marked “send”...

Beep.

I dropped the uneaten food and dashed to the computer. There it was, just now posted at the bottom of the web page, a small ad, without any screaming headline.

Fantasy? Reality? Bring both

Together with us. Attractive couple.

He – Dom, 36. Long hair and neat beard.

She – switch, 29. Brunette with

good figure. We’re looking for

that special person. Are you?

A little waving hand next to it indicated they were still on line. I clicked on a reply form provided by the website, filled out my anonymous particulars (Age: 28. Female. Medium length, dark blonde hair. Petite frame. Divorced.), clicked the send button and waited.

And waited.

My hands started to sweat. How long were they going to take?

Beep.

A chat box opened up and a message appeared.

“Boy, that was quick! I was all set log off and then here comes a reply. My master is in the shower so you’ve got only me for now. I assume you saw our listed city and are local to us.”

I smiled to myself. Was I local? Yeah, I’d say so, but I didn’t type that. We chatted back and forth for a while. Stephanie elaborated on what they did (“I love the whip and love to show off my marks. My master especially likes intricate rope bondage and gags.”) My replies were a little vague. After all, this was all kind of new to me, but I did hint that I kind of knew some people into SM and they seemed very happy. I played it careful, though. I didn’t want to let anything slip out that gave me away.

Stephanie: “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but are you new at this?”

I hesitated, then at least part of the truth was a good idea.

Me: “I guess so. I mean, I don’t own any fur lined cuffs or anything like that.

Stephanie: “Ah. So you’re a bit of a virgin. That’s very...interesting. Maybe what you really need is a single master.”

“No!” I shouted at the computer. But of course Stephanie couldn’t hear me.

Me: “No, I don’t think so. A couple seems safer somehow.”

There was a long pause.

Stephanie: “One of our favorite hangouts is South Coast Coffee. Do you know of it? It’s near the campus.”

Me: “South Coast Coffee? I’ve heard about it. Say, why don’t we meet there tomorrow at seven?”

There was another pause, a little longer than before. Had I pushed too far, too fast in suggesting a meeting date and time? I bit my nails.

Stephanie: “Seven is okay. But my master/husband has a meeting then. He told me to go ahead though. He thinks meeting just me first will seem less threatening.”

I nodded to myself. Good, just one of them. Besides, I was so nervous I didn’t think I could meet them both at the same time. One was more than enough. If things worked out and if I could get Stephanie past the shock of meeting her landlord, then I could “meet” Daniel later.

I typed, “Fine. See you then.”

The next day dragged. I worked at a car dealership and tried to keep busy with some sales orders here and there, but I kept watching the clock. At last five p.m. hit. I jetted home and parked my car in the garage to maintain the appearance of a normal routine in case Daniel or Stephanie saw me. But when the garage door came up, their car was gone. At least they wouldn’t see my hurried steps back to my house. I tried to eat something but could only manage a couple pieces of toast and an apple. Discarding my dull work clothes I forced myself to take a bath to help get rid of the jitters, then dressed in sleek, dark blue pants and a crisp, white button down shirt with a light gray blazer. I decided on a pair of flat shoes since South Coast was within walking distance and I needed to burn off some nervous energy.

I didn’t run, but didn’t dally either. I found my usual, out of the way table, ordered a mocha cappuccino and placed a red rose in front of me. It was my pre-arranged signal to Stephanie – “Here I am!”

I sipped, then gulped the drink after it had cooled, then ordered another and gulped that, anything to calm me down. Yet, I had gotten there early, about forty-five minutes or so and around ten to seven I got an overwhelming urge to pee. I hung on, refused to leave the table, or at least tried to. Seven arrived and no sign of Stephanie. Another ten minutes went by and I simply couldn’t wait any more. I left a note next to the rose. “Back in five.”

On the pot I held my head between my hands. What if she didn’t show up? Could I get the nerve to do this again? Maybe they had talked about it and changed their minds at the last minute? I hadn’t checked my e-mails when I got home. Maybe there was a “Sorry, can’t make it” message waiting for me. No, that wasn’t going to happen. It just wasn’t.

I flushed and straightened myself out in the mirror. Things had gotten busy in the café since I went to the ladies room. A lot of people gabbled on about some movie they had all just gotten out of and I worried if my table had been given away. I pushed my way back through them and found that someone was indeed at my table, twirling my rose between her thin, delicate fingers.

Stephanie didn’t see me until I was almost right next to her. She held up the rose and brushed the soft petals across her cheek with a mischievous smile.

“I had hoped it was you.”

We were there for over two hours, both of us excited and nervous as cats, but me more so. A waitress came by from time to time and asked if we wanted another drink or something to eat. We did order a couple of sandwiches to keep her happy, but I barely touched mine. Stephanie bit into hers while I just talked and talked, about myself, (“I got married out of high school, and after ten years of my legs spread in the air I thought, ‘Is this all there is? There’s got to be something more.’”), about them, (“You fit each other so well, like a couple of jigsaw puzzle pieces. And the looks you give each other!”), and just wouldn’t shut up, (“What’s it like to be tied up? Does it hurt to be whipped? Who am I kidding? Of course it does! But how much? And those marks I saw on you! Are you still sore? You seem so content, so serene. I read on the net that’s what called sub space. I don’t know if I –”)

Stephanie put a finger across my lips. “Marlene, sshhh. Take a deep breath. Go on, do it. Good. Now, have some food. That’s right. Now, maybe I can talk.”

Marlene told me she and Daniel met at a faculty mixer seven years ago. A different college, a different city. She was an assistant professor of English, he of philosophy. They started going out, but things just didn’t seem to click between them. Oh, they enjoyed themselves but there wasn’t any, well, passion. Until one day...

“I was just starting my writing career,” Stephanie said. “I had a deadline to meet and needed to break our date. When Daniel showed up and I told him, he definitely wasn’t happy.” Stephanie laughed. “He turned me over his knee! No warning at all and his hand met my ass. Damn, I was pissed! But a funny thing happened, my p***y got warm and I felt his hard c**k rubbing against my hip. Then he bent me over in front of the computer and ordered me to write the article. And, by the way, he humped the hell out of me.”

I gasped. “He f****d you while you wrote?”

“Well, there were a lot of typos. Thank goodness for spell check. But it didn’t matter anyway. I missed the deadline. It’s hard to write when you’re in bed all night and the next day.” She laughed again.

“Did he...” I paused.

“Did he tie me up? Oh, yes. He tied me up, down, and sideways. It was quite a night. We haven’t looked back since.”

Stephanie turned her attention back to her sandwich and I stared down into my drink. Suddenly, I felt very distant to everything. Especially to that need, that want to share in Stephanie’s and Daniel’s relationship. Who was I to intrude on them? They obviously had something special. I saw it the day I showed them the apartment, caught it again that night when they went to the party, and nearly became part of it when I watched them from the balcony window. I swirled the drink around in its mug and drained the last of it. It went down cold and bitter.

“Marlene, what is it?” Stephanie said, anxious. “Did I say too much? Too many details? That’s it, isn’t it? Sometimes I’m way too much of an exhibitionist.”

“No, no,” I said. “It’s just that...I’m not too sure how something like this is going to work out for me. But when I saw you tied up and bent over—”