August 18, 2001
"Instant Messaging"
"Hello, Private Thoughts."
The instant message popped up on my screen. I was confused for an instant. Then
I saw it was from A and confusion turned to fear.
Should I respond? My hands trembling above the keyboard, I nervously typed, "Hi,
A. How are you this evening?"
"Don't "Hi, A" me you little perv. You've always been careless, do you
know that? Did you think no one could figure out that you're Private Thoughts?"
I didn't know what to say. I sat there, staring at the screen. The trembling of
my hands had turned into a full-body shudder and my stomach was knotting up
within me.
"DID YOU???"
"I don't really know what to say," was all I could manage in reply.
Now she made me wait. Then, finally, her reply came:
"Well, I'm sure you won't be the only one. I wonder what your wife will have
to say. Did you think about that?"
My wife's email address popped up on screen.
"Or your boss? I'm sure she'll just love to know about this."
My boss' email address. A had clearly been preparing for this.
"Or how about the other people at your office? What do you think they'll do
when they find out?"
A dozen email addresses scrolled by on the screen.
Swallowing, I typed, "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I'll delete everything."
"Don't bother. I've already saved everything you've written to this point.
There's more than enough there already to ruin you."
Sighing, I replied, "Isn't there anything I can do?"
She made me wait several minutes which seemed like several hours to me, then she
answered:
"Get over here. You know where I live. I want you here. NOW."
It was 10 o'clock at night. My wife was in bed. How could I explain going out
now? How long would I be there? What did A want? A hundred
questions raced through my mind, but before I could pose any of them, A answered
them all.
"I don't care how you do it, worm. Just get over here. I may let you out of
this if you cooperate."
That was all I needed to hear. I replied that I'd be right over. I made an
excuse to my wife of a problem at the office and raced over to A's
house.
She led me inside. The lights were dim. I'd been there before, of course, under
very different circumstances. A sat down on the sofa in the living
room. I started to sit on the chair beside it, but she interrupted me.
"Did I say you could sit?"
Awkwardly, I stood up and faced her. She made me wait, looking me up and down as
she sat on the sofa.
"You've been quite the little perv, do you know that?"
My reply came in a rush, "I know, A. I told you I was sorry. It
really didn't mean anything. It's just thoughts. Nothing important. I don't..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear excuses. I told you I might let you out of this
if you cooperate. Are you going to?"
My shoulders slumping, I nodded. "I'll do whatever you want," I said.
Finally, for the first time, A smiled. "Congratulations, worm.
That was the first right thing you've said all night. You fantasized about being
a slave, right?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Ma'am, cunt."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You fantasized about being taken by me, yes?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Then today's your lucky day, slut, because your ass is mine. You are my slave
from now until I decide I don't want you anymore. If you do as you're told all
of those little diary entries you poured your heart into will remain private
between the two of us. If not... You understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."