Chapter 1
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Playful WF, 23 Y/O, seeking gentle but firm male to dominate me. I'm
5'8, 115 lb. Nice figure and long brown hair. Box 5559
I read the ad once more. Well, what the hell. I picked up the phone
and dialled the number. After listening to the instructions, I started
to work my way through the menus. Then I keyed in the girl's box
number, and upon hearing her ad, I was intrigued by her soft, slightly
husky voice. I was told to leave my message and heard the beep.
Trying hard to keep the nervousness out of my voice, I said that I
noticed her ad and that I would like to know more about her. I told
her my name was Jim, left my e-mail address, said bye for now, and hung
up. Probably just a waste of three minutes at a dollar ninety-five, I
thought, and got ready to go to work.
Things started off hectic that week. Three days later when I checked
my mail, I couldn't think who 'little1@mailnet.com' could be. When I
opened the file, I remembered my impulsive phone call and saw that it
may have paid off after all. 'Little1' turned out to be Samantha, and
she gave me a few more details about herself than were in her ad.
Thirty-four, twenty-two, thirty-five was a nice place to start. She
told me she was into bondage, which was good. Almost as a warning, she
stated that she had couple of piercings, but that was fine with me too.
Samantha said she hadn't been able to find someone who could take her
to that special place she'd heard about, and was hoping that her ad in
the paper might land her a ticket there.
I wrote her that I enjoyed visiting exotic places, but had not yet
found a compatible travel companion. I described myself; 6'1, 185.
Casual, outdoorsy, and easy going, mostly. Thirty-five years old. I
didn't want to come on too strong, but I said that I thought I might
know what she wanted. I said I would like to see her, and told her to
pick a mall or coffee shop someplace in town; that I'd meet with her
this Saturday sometime. Her first letter was posted on Tuesday, this
was Wednesday. I didn't want to give this girl too much time to think
about it.
At lunchtime Thursday, I checked my mail and smiled to myself. Little1
had taken the hook. She mentioned a shopping mall at the north end of
town that I knew had a cosy food court, nice and public. Smart girl.
She said any time Saturday would be good, so I said I'd be there at two
in the afternoon. I told her I'd meet her in the food court and to tie
her hair in a loose ponytail with a red ribbon, so I would know who she
was.
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Playful WF, 23 Y/O, seeking gentle but firm male to dominate me. I'm
5'8, 115 lb. Nice figure and long brown hair. Box 5559
I read the ad once more. Well, what the hell. I picked up the phone
and dialled the number. After listening to the instructions, I started
to work my way through the menus. Then I keyed in the girl's box
number, and upon hearing her ad, I was intrigued by her soft, slightly
husky voice. I was told to leave my message and heard the beep.
Trying hard to keep the nervousness out of my voice, I said that I
noticed her ad and that I would like to know more about her. I told
her my name was Jim, left my e-mail address, said bye for now, and hung
up. Probably just a waste of three minutes at a dollar ninety-five, I
thought, and got ready to go to work.
Things started off hectic that week. Three days later when I checked
my mail, I couldn't think who 'little1@mailnet.com' could be. When I
opened the file, I remembered my impulsive phone call and saw that it
may have paid off after all. 'Little1' turned out to be Samantha, and
she gave me a few more details about herself than were in her ad.
Thirty-four, twenty-two, thirty-five was a nice place to start. She
told me she was into bondage, which was good. Almost as a warning, she
stated that she had couple of piercings, but that was fine with me too.
Samantha said she hadn't been able to find someone who could take her
to that special place she'd heard about, and was hoping that her ad in
the paper might land her a ticket there.
I wrote her that I enjoyed visiting exotic places, but had not yet
found a compatible travel companion. I described myself; 6'1, 185.
Casual, outdoorsy, and easy going, mostly. Thirty-five years old. I
didn't want to come on too strong, but I said that I thought I might
know what she wanted. I said I would like to see her, and told her to
pick a mall or coffee shop someplace in town; that I'd meet with her
this Saturday sometime. Her first letter was posted on Tuesday, this
was Wednesday. I didn't want to give this girl too much time to think
about it.
At lunchtime Thursday, I checked my mail and smiled to myself. Little1
had taken the hook. She mentioned a shopping mall at the north end of
town that I knew had a cosy food court, nice and public. Smart girl.
She said any time Saturday would be good, so I said I'd be there at two
in the afternoon. I told her I'd meet her in the food court and to tie
her hair in a loose ponytail with a red ribbon, so I would know who she
was.