"So waddya want?" I asked Pam, tapping my foot with impatience."So waddya want?" I asked Pam, tapping my foot with impatience. "I brought what you told me," she answered sheepishly, extending her tote bag. Inside were a set of restraints, which I had ordered her to bring. ****** I met Pam through a BBS. At first we just chatted on line, shooting the breeze, until one day I mentioned that she didn't seem to have too much of an opinion about a certain subject. "Well, maybe I'm just too submissive," she said quietly. "Is that it?" I asked, "Are you sub, Pam?" I said kiddingly. "Yes," she said. "I really get off on being dominated." I found it both surprising and a bit uncomfortable to be chatting with her this way, but I was feeling lonely and exceptionally horny that night so I decided to play out the string. "Maybe you should just hop in your car and come see me," I said, my heart slamming in my chest, wondering about her reply. The screen remained blank for several seconds. Finally the words appeared: "Where do you live?" I gave her the address. "What should I wear?" Hmmm. "You will wear a light summer dress, sleeveless, buttoning down the front. Do you own such a dress?" "Yes." "Underneath the dress you will wear black bra and panties, the sexiest you own. You DO have those, don't you?" "Yes." "Do you have any 'toys'?" "I have some bondage things." "Bring them. You aren't that far. It should only take you an hour to get here. And, Pam?" "Yes?" "When you arrive at the door you will be barefoot. Otherwise I won't let you in. Do you understand?" "Yes." "An hour, then. Goodbye." And I logged off the system. ****** It was the longest hour of my life. The anticipation was turning me into a nervous wreck. What had I done? How could I invite this stranger to my house? Was I crazy? What if she was an ax murderer? A crazed female who used this as a method of finding her victims? What if she were 4'4" and 350 pounds? She said she was 5'7", 120, with a 36-24-35 figure, long black hair and blue eyes. Was she bullshitting me? How many people lie about their appearance, knowing they'll never see, or be seen by, the person on the other end? I was honest: 5'10", 180, a personal trainer in excellent shape and possessing a VIVID imagination which made for some pleasant evenings with some like- minded ladies. |