Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“I have an older cousin here,” Diana typed. “His name is Damon. He found my stash of BDSM romance novels under my bed the summer I turned fourteen.”
“OMG. You must have died of embarrassment!”
“No, he was really cool about it. He assured me it was nothing to be ashamed of. Turns out, he’s into the scene too! He’s promised to take me around to all the cool BDSM clubs, now that I’m living here. I can’t wait!”
“Sweet,” Callie typed back, a little jealous. It would be nice to have someone to introduce her into the scene. She was ready, at last, to explore in real life what had always been just a sexual fantasy.
“So, what’s your experience in the scene?” Diana typed.
“I don’t really have any actual experience in BDSM. I’m still kind of exploring at this point. I like the idea of a strong, dominant man having his way with me. Keeping me captive in an opulent dungeon filled with silk pillows and sexy chains… You know, typical romance novel stuff, I guess…”
“Way cool,” Diana replied. “Billionaire Master fantasies are hot.”
“Right? I’ve read a few of those novels, but they’re always so unrealistic. Who ever heard of a twenty-five-year-old billionaire?”
“You’d be surprised. Anyway, I have to go now, but let’s connect in real life. My email is DianaJohnson3773@gmail.com. What’s yours?”
Callie hesitated before responding. Was she ready to give her email to someone she’d chatted with for a few minutes on a BDSM sex site? On the other hand, it would be nice to connect with a new friend her first week in town. And Diana seemed fun.
Callie typed back her email address.
“Terrific.” Diana texted. “Talk soon!”
Callie signed off soon after. She lay back with a satisfied sigh.
A new city. A new job. A potential new girlfriend. It seemed everything in her new life was falling nicely into place.
Over the next few days, Callie and Diana exchanged several texts and emails. One of Diana’s fantasies freaked Callie out with its dark and graphic nature. The email read:
I fantasize about a guy holding me captive in his secret villa. He’s incredibly gorgeous and wealthy, naturally. But he’s also a very exacting taskmaster. I have to do everything he says, or I’m severely punished. Sometimes he puts me in a little cage and only lets me out when he wants to whip or fuck me.
At first, I’m terrified and resistant, but I soon learn that it’s better to obey. He helps me to understand I’m just a worthless cunt who exists solely to please and amuse him.
My Master becomes my world. I am his property. He is Sir, and I would do anything to please him. No matter what he asks of me, I am happy to do it. I will wallow naked in the mud for his friends, if that amuses him. I will worship every inch of his body with my tongue. I allow myself to be on display at his parties. If he chooses to give me to a stranger on the street for an hour or a day, I have no choice but to obey.
When he takes me back, he punishes me for being with another man. If I dare to protest, I will be put in the cage and left there alone for hours or days… When he finally lets me out, I am so grateful I kiss his feet as my tears of gratitude fall…
The email went on like that for a while. Callie found herself both horrified and fascinated with the graphic details. Who in their right mind would want to be subjected to such a scenario?
On the other hand, she reminded herself, this was just Diana’s fantasy. It wasn’t like she actually wanted any of that weird, scary stuff to happen in real life. And Callie had to admit, as much as it freaked her out, she admired Diana’s forthright honesty. It gave her the courage to admit her own fantasies, though they were far tamer than Diana’s.
A few days later, just as Callie had finished hanging the last picture in her new living room, her phone rang. Diana Johnson flashed across the screen. They had agreed to meet for dinner that evening, and Callie was excited to meet her new friend in person.
“Hello?”
“Callie? Hey there, it’s Diana. I just wanted to say hi.” The voice on the other end of the phone was high and girlish. There was a sort of odd, metallic quality to her voice, but it was probably just the connection.
“Hi, Diana. What’s up? Everything okay?”
“Everything’s great. Just thought I’d give you a quick call about tonight. I was wondering, would it be okay with you if my cousin, Damon, were to come along tonight? Remember, I told you about him when we first chatted? He’s a really cool guy. I mentioned you to him and he said he’d love to join us.”