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Chapter 2
When Sara came home from her job she had found the note on the kitchen table. It was from Debbie addressed to her. Notes were common between them, as they often communicated this way. However, it was odd for Debbie to leave such a note. Sara read it while eating over the sink.
Mom,
I’m sorry that I embarrassed you the other day. I didn’t mean to, really. It’s just that you’ve been so unhappy since Dad left us. You are a good person and a good mom. I know you have needs as a woman and that you haven’t done anything to take care of those needs. I realize how hard it is for you to admit it to yourself or to me. That’s why I’m writing this note. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. I figure it would be easier for you if you read this instead of having to hear it from me while looking me in the eye. Mom, you need to get back out there and meet new people. You need a man in your life. So, I’m giving you some dating websites to check out. It’s the hottest way these days to hook up with guys. Check them out.
Love,
Debbie
Included at the bottom of the note was a short list of some well-known, and some not so well known, websites. Sara thought that Debbie had done her homework here. Still, she was not sure if she could do this. She folded the note and put it in her pocket. The angelic mother went about her business and almost forgot about the note. It was after dinner when Debbie was in her room and on her computer when Sara remembered the note and approached her daughter’s door. She knocked softly and waited for a response. None came. She knocked again but did not get the response she was waiting for. Uncharacteristically, Sara decided to go in uninvited, so she just turned the doorknob and pushed. She was met with a sight she was not ready for. Debbie was sitting with her back towards the door at her desk in front of her desktop computer with her legs up on the desk on either side of it. She was naked from the waist down and had her hand in between her legs. On the screen there was a porn scene playing out. Sara could see it clearly, two young people having hot, passionate sex, moaning and groaning as they did so. Neither, seemed to have a care in the world. Debbie had headphones on, obviously listening to her ipod as she masturbated freely. Sara could see her hand moving in and around her tight teenaged pussy. The smell of her daughter’s passion hit her nose and something clicked on in her brain. She knew she needed to find a lover. She could not put it off anymore. It was time. Sara backed out of her daughter’s room and, as quietly as she could, closed the door. She went back to her own room and waited for her daughter to finish her pleasure. When she heard movement in her room, Sara once again knocked on the closed door. This time, she got the desired response and was welcomed into her daughter’s sanctuary. She could still smell Debbie’s scent, but she pretended not to notice. “Sweetie, I got your note today and was wondering if you could help explore these websites.”
“Sure Mom. Grab a chair and let’s get started.” Sara sat down next to her daughter where just minutes ago she was playing with her virgin cunt. She couldn’t get the image out of her mind. Soon she would lose that virginity and be the object of lust for so many boys. Sara wished that it could be her. She was lost in her daydream when she realized that Debbie was talking to her. “You see, you have to set up a profile and then just wait to be contacted. No personal info is given out, so it’s safe and secure. The best bet is to put your profile on several sites to maximize your exposure.”
Sara was a bit confused, and told her daughter that she was. Debbie suggested that she make up her Mom’s profile and then let her Mom approve it before submitting it. Because of her embarrassment, Sara readily agreed. She got up and started toward the door. “I’ll work on it tonight and let you see it tomorrow, Mom”
“Okay, dear. I guess you know about this stuff, so I’ll have to trust you.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have you dating within a week.”
“Goodnight sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Mom.”
Sara went to her room and prepared for bed. She could hear Debbie typing away for awhile. When she got into bed and turned out the light, visions of fabulously handsome men came to her as she started to fall asleep. But something was wrong. Each man she envisioned started out nice and polite, but would grab her and throw her down, hit her across the face, rip her clothes off of her body or just ram his hard cock into her without regard for her pleasure. But pleasure was not the problem for Sara. She loved what they did to her. The rougher they were, the more she liked it. The problem was admitting and accepting it, and letting herself go. She fought the desire to do just that, and in her deepening dreams she fought them. It was a rough night for her. Her dreams were the most disturbing she has ever had. In the morning she awoke in a sweat and the sheets all disheveled. She remembered very little.
When Debbie came down to breakfast she sat down at the table and poured herself a bowl of cold cereal. She looked at her Mom and could easily tell that Mom had a rough night. Sara was once again lost in a daydream. Debbie thought to herself, “She really needs a man in her life. I’ve got to help her find a guy fast. If she doesn’t get laid soon, she is going to lose it big time.” She said to Sara, “Mom, I finished your profile. You should take a look at it before you go to work today. Let me know if you like it, or want me to change anything. I added some pictures too. You know the ones from our last vacation?
“Which ones, Honey?”
“I picked the one of you in the blue sun dress and a couple of ones in your bikini.”
“Oh no! You can’t use those shots! They show too much.”
“Not at all, Mom. You look great in that suit and if you want guys to contact you, you have to advertize what you’ve got. “
No, honey. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”
Okay, okay. Just take a look at the profile and I’ll change the pictures later. Leave me a note about what you want to change. Debbie looked at the clock on the wall. “Oh no, I’m late. I’ve got to run. Bye, Mom.” And she was off and running for the school bus before Sara could say another word.
After Sara had cleaned up and gone upstairs to prepare for her day, she couldn’t help it. She was once again playing with herself, this time in the shower. She closed her eyes as the hot water poured over her hot body, her fingers roughly pulling and twisting her rock-hard nipples. The jets of water felt like needles pricking her skin. In the darkness of her closed eyes she saw a man, big and strong, approach her. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees before him. In the shower, Sara descended slowly and easily, which surprised her. When she was on her knees before this powerful man, she looked up into the darkness that covered his face. “What do you want of me?” came out of her mouth.
“I want you to submit. I want you to obey. I want you to scream. I will own you,” the answer came from the mysterious stranger.
“I can’t. I’m a good girl.”
“No! You are a slut, a whore. You will be my bitch-cunt. I will make you mine and you will accept it. You will give me everything,” he spat out at her in a booming voice.
“But what if I refuse? What if I don’t want this?”
He laughed at her. It was a deep, throaty laugh full of confidence. “You won’t refuse.”
“Why? How do you know?” Sara was practically in tears now. She was aware of the pain in her head from where he tightly held her hair, and the pain in her skin from the needles of hot water hitting her.
“You won’t refuse because it is what want you truly want.” She again heard his thunderous laughter drumming in her head.
She screamed, “No! It’s not true! It can’t be true! It can’t be! I’m not like that, Master. I’m not a slut. I’m not a slave! I’m not…” His echoing laughter was fading away. “Master? Are you there?” When she realized he was gone, she opened her eyes. She was weak and shaking like a leaf in a violent wind. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing her towel as she did. She quickly dried off and went back into her bedroom. Looking at the clock radio, she saw that she was already late and thought, “You stupid bitch. You made yourself late. What a dumb cunt you are. You should be punished for this. Too bad that master wasn’t real. I’ll bet he would have made you suffer properly,” she thought. “Yes he would, and I should be punished. But how?” Sara thought about it for only a moment and then she knew. She walked out of her bedroom to the laundry room. There she found a bag of clothes pins. She took one and pinched it open. She placed the tip of her finger in it and let it close, slowly increasing the pressure until her fingers were completely off of the end of the pin. It wasn’t too bad she thought. She took the pin off her finger and placed it over her erect nipple. Again she let the spring out until she felt the pain start. She squeezed the pin open again and breathed deeply. “Oh shit. That hurt.” She thought about it for a second, “Of course it hurt, you cunt. It’s supposed to hurt. You are being punished. You deserve the pain, don’t you? Yes, I guess I do.” She carefully replaced the pin on her nipple, and released the spring once more. This time she didn’t take it off. It hurt badly, but she took the pain like a good bitch should. She reached for another one and placed it on her other nipple. Again the pain hit her, but she took it because it was what her Master would want her to do, if she had a Master, she thought. Once again she reached out and took a small handful of clothes pins. Her cunt lips were next. She placed three on each lip. The pain was incredible. There was just one left in her shaky hand. Sara knew what she had to do. She was just a piece of fuck meat now, a dumb bimbo bitch suffering for her Master’s pleasure. She was ready for it now. This is what she wanted, what she needed to feel alive and desirable. It didn’t make sense to her. She was never like this before. She didn’t even know where this was coming from, but she knew this was her calling. She was meant to be a slave to a strong, cruel and strict master. Why else would she be seconds away from a powerful orgasm while she tortured herself? Why else would she dream of such things night after night? Now, another threshold had been crossed. She could finally admit to herself that she has been dreaming such dreams for a very long time, even during her marriage. Sara placed the final pin over her most delicate bud. She let the spring go suddenly, and the pain ripped through her like nothing she ever felt before. It tore an ear piercing scream from her throat, and she dropped to her knees, but she left it there. She knew she must accept it, must accept it all now. This was what was in store for her. This was her destiny. This is what she wanted and needed. Once she crossed the threshold of acceptance, she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave. It lasted for only a minute, but it was deep and intense and satisfying.
Sara got onto all fours and crawled back into her bedroom. She couldn’t walk because the pain was too much for her. She looked at herself in the mirror and was struck by what she saw. There before her was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. There she was, a stunningly beautiful, blond woman in severe pain…and yet, on her face was the most peaceful look she could imagine. Yes, there were tears in her eyes, but also something else. What was it? She thought about it for what seemed like forever and then it hit her like the pain she felt when she clamped her clit. It was deep lust; lust for pain; lust for orgasms; lust for a man that would take possession of her and her life and give her all that she now dreamed of. Now she just had to find such a man.
Sara removed the pins and felt new pain as the blood returned. She cried deeply, but soon the pain and her tears faded away. She regained composure and got up off of the floor. She washed her face, dressed herself for work and left to start her day. Just before she left the house she remembered her profile that Debbie wanted her to look over, but she was already so late. She quickly wrote her daughter a note.
Deb,
I didn’t have time to look at the profile, but I thought about the pictures and realized that you were right about them. It’s okay to use them. I trust you, so go ahead and post the whole profile. We can always change things later.
Love, Mom
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