I met her by chance minding my own business. Being online had never really held any surprises for me. The internet held two types of people the religious zealots or the dark perverse deviants. There was no in between and never the two shall meet. There were times they crossed over, overlapping forcing one to the others side, not that it happened often.
I was clearly not one of the religious zealots. My faith in anything remotely spiritual died like my childhood at an early age. I felt no need to believe in something that was just a story in a book. I am some what of a deviant I suppose and I was looking but not actively seeking someone who understood that. I was bored so I did what I normally do when I’m bored I posted a smartass comment on one of my friends post.
That was when she popped into my life. She sent me a message telling me she liked my pictures. Wasn’t sure to which pictures she was referring. Nothing that I could remember having posted was all that impressive. The majority was dark visions or a beautiful lesbian couple from some tv show I was watching. None of which should have evoked any interest in anyone, but in her it did.
At first it was casual conversation the get to know you things like name, where you from. But then the questions went on quickly to an intimate nature. Me never being one to share any intimate details about myself felt compelled to do so with her. She began the more intimate of her questions the first one mildly shocked me.
“Are you submissive?” I sat there for a moment. Pondering what it was that gave her any indication that I might be. There was nothing on my profile that gave away that I was.
I was curious so I answered her question with a question. “Why?” I had for awhile thought of myself as submissive, but I didn’t go around readily telling anyone that. Not even my closes friends knew of my desire to be dominated.
“Just wondered?” Her vague response made me think for a minute how to answer her. In the end I gave her just as vague a response.
“I suppose.” Was the best non committal answer I could come up with. The next question wasn’t a surprise.
“Are you lesbian?” She asked. I didn’t hide the fact I liked women I never openly told people I was, but my actions were very telling. If someone asked I would tell them. Even though I preferred women I wasn’t adverse to men either. I didn’t call my self a lesbian but in some instances I just said yes because it was less awkward.
“Well not entirely, no.” Which was the truth, although my experience with either was limited.
“Have you ever been in an D/s situation? Tell me to stop if you want.” Tell her no, that was not even the first thought in my head. It was weird how I felt compelled to tell her what she wanted to know. To give intimate information to a virtual stranger. What was wrong with me?
“No I have not and its ok I’m fine with the question. If I don’t want to answer I just won’t.” Which was a lie I would have answered her whether I wanted to or not, I just couldn’t help myself and I had no idea why. It was like I was under a spell that was making me do things I don’t want to and she was the one who was controlling it.
“I was just intrigued by your photos, they are very hot and wondered what they did for you. They are quite a statement and quite out there. I wondered if you were the Queen or the innocent?” Again, I didn’t think there was anything special about the pictures. Yes, they were of a very hot woman kissing a certain blonde. The pictures aroused me, I found the brunette very attractive. That I had had the fantasy of me being at the mercy of the Evil Queen considering who that brunette was, and thought maybe this woman would indulge me and pretend to be the Evil queen for me. But she didn’t, what I got was an entirely different conversation then I wanted.
“The pictures I think are hot otherwise I wouldn’t put them there.”
“I wonder how far your fantasy has gone with all powerful Queen and I assume she seduces the innocent or at least that’s implied in frisson.” When I was younger, I had encountered statements like this, they usually led to what was called cybering and I had to admit the thought of doing that again was intriguing.
I had done quite a lot of it, I always knew what they wanted and I always played the role that they wanted specifically. Some wanted daughters, others just wanted a woman they could force. And it wasn’t just men, women were just as bad as the men. There were several who wanted incest playing, I did it so many times with both sexes that eventually nothing seemed weird to me anymore. The majority of the time the play was one sided and I got nothing from the encounter physically except very aroused. Which would mean when I got a break, I’d take care of myself. You might ask what did I get from the encounters if I didn’t touch myself. The simple fact was I could make someone so aroused that every time they would see me online I was barraged with instant messages asking me to play with them. This was power it was Heady and addictive. I was good at making people want me, but it wasn’t real not really anyway.
I decided to answer her earlier question “I am definitely not the Queen. But I’m very attracted to her evil power.” And I was something about a woman who held power over my very life really turned me on.
“Could you see yourself being dominated in real life by an Evil Queen? I thought this question was leading somewhere, actually I was hoping that it led somewhere. I was enjoying this banter I hoped it continued.
“Fabulous. Are you kinky?” I didn’t know how to respond to this. Was I? I figured that I was considering what turned me on.
“I suppose.” When she asked me to clarify that I didn’t know specifically what to tell her. How hard is it to tell some you liked to be dominated, tied up, and spanked. Being made to do things against my will made me so wet.
“Tell me your kinkiness.”