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Chapter 3
When Sara got home from work that evening, Debbie was in the living room watching television. It was one of those Hollywood gossip shows that were so popular and required no thinking. Sara sat down on the love seat and started chatting with her sweet daughter about each other’s day. Within a few minutes, Sara went into the kitchen to start dinner. Debbie followed her in and offered to help. They continued to chat innocently until Debbie brought up her Mom’s profile.
“Mom, I got your note when I got home from school and I posted the profile on several sites. I had to use your credit card number for some of them. I hope that’s okay.”
“Yes, I guess so. How many sites did you put me on?”
“Just a few. Some free ones and three pay sites. I paid for one month on each site. If you don’t like them, you can cancel, but if you do like them, you can buy longer memberships.”
I guess I have to pay for the privilege of being selected by men.”
“Don’t think of it like that. Everyone is doing it these days. I’ll bet you already have emails from lots of guys.”
Sara laughed at the thought of it. “We can check after dinner.”
When dinner was over and the kitchen all cleaned up the two girls went up to Debbie’s room and logged onto the first pay site. It was one of the most popular sites known all over the world. Very quickly, Sara found her mailbox filled with several emails. Most were rather dull and boring, or rude and disgusting, but a few seemed interesting. She checked out the profiles and eliminated most of the guys based on their pictures or interests. She had narrowed it down to two or three and, with Debbie’s help responded to them. On the second site it went pretty much the same way, with only three guys making the cut. The third site was a much different story. When Debbie navigated to it Sara gasped.
“Oh my God, Debbie! What is this site?”
“It’s an adults-only site that caters to people who are into BDSM, Mom.” After what I overheard the other day, I figured you needed to be on this site too. Maybe you can find that Master guy you were fantasizing about.”
“I can’t believe you did this. What if I meet some pervert or crazy person?” I could get raped or worse.”
“That could happen on any site, or even if you went to a bar, or dated someone from work. C’mon Mom, give it a try. Maybe your Master has already contacted you.” Sara starred at the screen and started to look over the site. She saw that most of the people seemed pretty normal and just wanted to meet someone who was into the fantasy. But others seem to want more than that. They were looking for Master-slave relationships. She started to feel the tingle between her legs again. Her nipples were getting hard under her blouse. She bravely opened her mailbox and found emails from several men, and a couple from women too. Those shocked her, so she sent quick refusals. After reading the men’s emails, it was easy to eliminate almost all of them. Only one was worthy of her response. His profile made him seem normal enough, considering he was looking for a submissive to train, who he was hoping to turn into a full time slave, and his pictures showed him to be very handsome and well built. He even lived in the area, only one town over. It was about a half an hour’s ride. Sara didn’t answer his email right then and there. She wanted to think about it. After all, this was a big and dangerous step.
Later that evening, Sara found herself on her laptop while on her bed. Debbie had gone to sleep about an hour ago. First she had responded to the emails on the vanilla dating sites. After the second round of emails, she narrowed it down again to only two from each site. She would make arrangements to meet both men within a week or two, after enough emails and a couple of phone calls. When she returned to the “other” site she found herself sitting there in a cold sweat. She remembered her morning fantasy session and decided to go for it. It only took a few minutes. She hit send and then suddenly turned off the computer. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamed disturbing dreams, only the mystery man who had no face that morning, now had a face, the face of the man she had last emailed.
She was lying in her bed in a white lacey baby-doll nighty and nothing else. She couldn’t move and didn’t seem to understand why, and then she saw him. He was naked from the waist up and wearing black leather pants. In his hand he carried a riding crop. Sara was suddenly afraid, and tried to move her arms and legs. Now she realized why she couldn’t move. She was tied to the four corners of the bed. She looked into his face and saw his power. His eyes burned into her, commanded her without saying a word. She knew what was coming next. “Yes, Sir. I understand. May I scream for you, Master? He didn’t answer her. He didn’t need to. She knew what was expected of her. When the crop came down onto her thigh for the first blow, Sara was stunned by the blow. The pain came on her slowly, like heat building up, but she screamed when it peaked. The second blow hit her other thigh to the same effect. She knew it was going to be a long session.
In the morning Sara got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She striped off her sweat soaked pajamas and sat down on the toilet. While she relieved the pressure in her bladder, she tried to remember her dreams from last night, but she was having trouble doing so. “I can’t remember most of it,” she thought, “I know I was being beaten and fucked by my Master. He thrashed me good, then gave it to me hard. Mmmmmmm….I have to find a man to do these things to me.” At the same moment these words came out of her mouth she realized what she was saying. “What the hell am I saying? Am I out of my mind? No one in their right mind would want this. I’m going to find a nice, normal guy who will treat me well and love me. I’m going to forget all about this S&M stuff and date only nice guys.” She left the bathroom and went downstairs to have breakfast.
Debbie was already there eating her microwave waffles when Sara came in and sat down. “Good morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, Sweetie. How did you sleep?”
Fine, but not as well as you. I heard you screaming out loud several times.”
“What did I say?”
Debbie paused for a moment as she looked into her mom’s face before she answered. “You were calling out to your Master, begging him to beat you harder, to make it hurt because that’s what a dumb, cunt like you deserves.” Debbie paused to let the words sink into her mother’s mind. There was more. Do you want to hear the rest?
Sara was horrified, but something inside her needed to hear the rest. She tried to find the strength to say no, but all the strength she had up in her bathroom when she decided to forget all this eluded her now. She was compelled to hear it, even though hearing it would destroy her resolve, making it impossible to forget these yearnings. She knew she could not hold back the flood much longer, so she rationalized that she should not waste the energy to fight it. She sighed and gave in. “Yes, tell me the rest, all of it.”
You swore that you would be his slave and serve him forever, and that you were his to beat and fuck anytime he wanted. You said you would turn over everything you owned to him, that you should own nothing. You begged him to pierce your nipples and cunt and to have his mark tattooed onto your ass.” Sara just sat there with her mouth hanging open. She couldn’t talk. She was too numb. It was bad enough that she had dreamed this horror, but that her innocent daughter should overhear what she said was too much for her. “Mom, there was one more thing that you said.” Their eyes met and Sara could see the fear in her daughter’s eyes. She knew that this last thing would be the worst thing imaginable, but she had to hear it. She had to know how depraved her dreams were, how depraved she really was. How far would she go to satisfy this, this…obsession? She held her breathe and slowly nodded. “You said, ‘Take my daughter. She is my gift to you. Beat and use her as you would me. Make her your slave too. Put collars and leashes on us like the bitch-dogs we are.” Both of them turned white as ghosts.
Sara broke the silence first. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know where this came from. I don’t understand why I’m dreaming these things. I’m not like that, I swear. I would never do that to you. I will always protect you. I will never let anyone hurt you.” The tears forced their way out of her eyes. Soon she was sobbing out her guilt and humiliation. Debbie could see that her mom was sincere and felt her humiliation. She pitied her now.
“It’s okay, Mom. I know. I know. It was only a dream, just a sick dream. You’ve always taken care of me.” She reached out and hugged her mother tightly. They stayed like that for a time until Sara had cried out her shame and started to feel better. “Mom, I think we should find you a good man fast, before you sell us both into slavery.” They both laughed and the tension in the air evaporated. “C’mon Mom, let’s check your emails.
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