"Steve, 48, self-description: 'Strict Master'"

There is nothing, at first, that attracts you about Steve at all. He is almost double your age. He's not smiling on his profile picture, and the self-description sounds creepy instead of sensual or amorous. You look at his face and wonder what kind of girl would fall for such a man? Why hooking up with a man who does not smile and calls himself "strict", instead of falling for one who is tender and caring, like your Dave is.

You don't remember how you opened the chat box. You just see your words flicker on screen. They must be your words. There is no one else here.

[What does 'strict Master' mean?]

Wait... when exactly did you register and set up a profile that allows you to chat? Wasn't this all about "just dreaming and browsing"? You look at the top right of the website, and your face smiles back at you. No doubt about it, you _did _fill out the registration form and the profile information. It's odd that you don't remember this. Your eyes scan your information page... you gave a perfect description of your appearance, your bust size, your style of clothing... and you ticked "Married, but searching" as your status. That's wrong! You are just about to click on the drop-down menu to change this into "Married and happy, just looking for friends", as your chat box rings softly.

[It means, I will tell you what to do.]

You shrug. [Why should I want that?], you answer him.

A few seconds pass. You see the "writing" sign, and wait. There was something earlier you wanted to do, but you don't remember. Something about your status... You check your profile... "Married, but searching". That's correct right? It must have been something else...

[Because I will free you from all the restraints of your mind and soul], the answer reads. [You don't need to worry, you don't need to feel anger, fear or doubt. You just obey. You leave everything up to me. I will show you the freedom of pure orgasmic bliss. The freedom of total submission. Right now, you think you are free, but in fact, you are a ****. A **** to the norms and expectations of society. A **** of your anguishes. Submit to me, and I will take that all away. I will bind your body, but I will free you spirit and your mind.]

You stare at the screen, mouth open. There's a tingling, warm sensation in your lower abdomen. Your mouth feels dry. You don't know what to say, what to answer, how to react. You only know that this paragraph might be the most fascinating, most intriguing, most erotic text you have ever read in your whole life.

[Do you want to submit to me?], Steve asks.

[Yes], you type into the chat box.

Steve sends you his address. You note it down. [Tomorrow], he writes. Then he logs off.

Your legs tremble, as you rise from your chair. You feel as horny as you haven't for ages.