At Jona's home

“Would you like to come in” even as Jona said this stock phrase at her door she realised how trite and foolish it was.

He smiled “thankyou Jona, I’d be delighted".

She looked at him now in the full light instead of the gloom of the street or the half light of the bar where she worked. Again she thought how unlike her original view of a master He really was- a little short, greying hair middle aged with glasses but she remembered it was His mind and His imagination that had so won her heart those months ago. Her knees trembled at the memory of some of the scenes He had painted for her. She recalled how she had writhed in pleasure, when, in obedience to His typed commands and on reading what He wrote for her, she fingered herself night after night and then when He had logged off and she had gone to bed how she continued the fantasy imagining Him doing some of the things He had written and which she begged Him to continue. She woke from her reverie at his voice.

“Would you mind if I were to look round your flat sweetie”

“Not at all Sir”Again she remembered that it was His unfailing courtesy, His courtly, old fashioned manners that had first set Him apart from the other Dom’s and would be Doms in the chat room where she met Him. She remembered Him gently admonishing another with the words “ ‘Manners maketh Man’ is a saying that was old when Shakespeare lived but its still true today” But He was speaking again.

“What lovely Turner prints- you have some of my favourites from his Italian series and ‘the Fighting Temeraire’ that light effect and the old broken hulk still brings shivers to my spine. Do you remember you and I talking about the pre Raphaelites?”

“Yes Sir and I remember You asking me to go the Palace chat programme where there were palaces with art works” and that brought back more memories- after the relationship ended of chats about art, of its meaning of whether it had social value. He was such a clever interesting Master, but then he was a lecturer at a university in Amsterdam. Again Jona wondered how it had all ended “Sir I bought those prints to remind me of You but I want to show you one in my bedroom”

“Well so long as that’s all you want to do there” He said sadly, “you asked me to release you because you said you were not ready to commit yourself more- you didn’t like it when I told you a true D/s relationship even on the net was about so much more then sex. Its about friendship, sharing ideas, hopes, dreams worries, just like any other deep relationship is. As I said then – I don’t want your body, I wanted you”

Jona shivered as she recalled that chat session, how she had cried during and after it. She had not wanted the commitment He had sought. She wanted her independence too much, to her D/s had been a fantasy, a game, something fun. He had wanted so much more. Yet even as she had begged release she felt she was giving up a chance of lasting contentment.

“But my sweet friend” He continued “I want your happiness. All good lovers, Dominant, vanilla whatever want the happiness of the loved, for that matter all friends want their friends to be happy. We see our loved ones, our friends our children fulfilled and we are content and we hope our loved ones and our friends want the same for us. Lets see the painting”

She led the way to her bedroom biting her lip her eyes glistening “Dammit I will not cry” she muttered.

“Oh, the **** Ship. My lovely little friend. You have chosen my favouirite painting see how Turner painted a moral picture.. but then you know how I feel and you decided I think that my teaching, my ideas were too much for you. I so hope that man you emailed me about – he who you took to bed has given you what you want. Have you found happiness? Are you fulfilled?”

Jona couldn’t help it –she wept and then found herself once more in His arms “he was wrong for me. I thought I would have fun without commitment. That’s what he wanted too but it wasn’t like that. I can’t do it. It was all sad. I cried for days after” She paused, summoning courage and went on “Master”

“Don’t call me that unless you mean it” He let His hands drop to His side and stepped back.” Don’t say that to me unless you want the commitment that a real relationship even if its online means. Do you need that?”