Chapter 2

One afternoon I asked a cute little blond who worked at McDonalds with me if she wanted to go to the movies. I told her it wasn’t really a date, because I could only afford the movie. She laughed at me and walked away. That night I sat at my computer, read some more stories and later jerked off.

That month my cell phone was turned off and things just got worse. Now they couldn’t even call me for an interview. Finally, Bob at the convenience store had me work on Saturday nights from four to eleven. It wasn’t much, but it helped.

There was a small television running in the office at the Stewart’s Shop. Between customers I saw a small segment here and there. I caught just the last bit of some controversy about people who advertise in the personal section on Craig’s List. I went back to the register and sold a guy a pack of Marlboros. He looked eighteen. Hell, he looked thirty, so I didn’t bother to check his age. Someone in the main office just happened to see me not check his ID on their surveillance camera. I lost my job over that one the next day. Bob was unhappy about it, but he didn’t have a choice. I wasn’t mad. It was my own damn fault.

A couple of nights later I decided to see what all the excitement was on Craig’s List. I clicked on the Personal Ads for Albany, NY.

There were dozens of ads for men looking for women, but very few where women were searching for a guy. Actually most of them were guys looking for guys. Then a different ad seemed to jump right out and grab me.

“Woman seeks young submissive male for fun with ropes, whips and paddles. I’m in my early 30’s - tall and slender and love to show off my sexy body in leather lingerie. No long term commitments, just an evening of exploring your limits. Call me at 518-445-6170. No $. Let’s talk.”

I read it over several times and looked at the picture that I had previously hung on my wall. Then I reached down and adjusted my jeans, as my cock began to grow.

“Fuck! I wish my phone worked.”

After writing down the number, I went back to reading stories and looking at pictures. I suddenly looked at the clock. It was 9:15. I had time. It only took me about ten minutes to walk to the convenience store. I figured I could borrow a phone for a couple of minutes if Jeff was working.

I smiled as I walked in, because he was there.

“Hey, Jeff, can I use your cell phone for a minute? Mine got shut off.”

“Sure, bud.”

“Mind if I use it outside?”

“No, go ahead.”

I stepped outside and pushed the number. On the third ring she answered.

“Ah… ah… I just read your personal ad on Craig’s List.”

“Yes, are you interested?” she said in a real sexy voice.

“I think so.”

“You call me about being tied up and whipped, and you only think so? How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“So what makes you think you can handle this kind of stuff? Do you like pain?”

“I’m not sure, but when I read stories about kneeling at a woman’s feet and being brutally whipped, I get… ah… ah… I get really hard.”

She laughed.

“Why not get a girlfriend and try some normal sex or just jerk off, if you’re that horny?”

“I have, but that’s not what I want. I need something else.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to… ah…. Look. I’m on a buddy’s cell phone. Mine was shut off. I flunked out of college and rent a small studio apartment off Henry Street. Can I email you or talk to you on webcam?”

“Sure. What’s your first name?”

“Nick.”

“Do you have Skype?”

We exchange information. She said we’d talk around ten thirty.

I gave Jeff back his phone and thanked him.

“You get a job?” he asked.

“No… better.”

Later I was in my meager, one room place when my computer beeped and started doing its thing. Suddenly she was there. I was mesmerized, as I saw her. She was beautiful. I could see her full breasts and her long blond hair. Yea, I’m a normal, well almost a normal male… I noticed her round, full, upturned breasts before anything else.

“Wow,” she said. “I don’t know why you aren’t out fucking some hot young babe tonight instead of waiting for me.”

“Thank you, Mistress, but you have something to offer that those young girls don’t have.”

“What’s that?”

“Ah… whips and ropes and that kind of stuff.”

She chuckled. “Are you ready for what I have waiting for you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Have you ever had a whip laid across your ass and felt that kind of pain?”

“No, but if you do it, I will gladly accept it.”

She laughed. “Once I start, there will be no escape.”

“I know. That’s the way I want it.”

“You’ve probably heard the expression, ‘Be careful what you wish for’. I think Eminem and maybe even Daughtry did a song with those lyrics. They sang, ‘Be careful what you wish for – ‘cause you might get it all’. Are you ready for all of it?”