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    Her innocence, her vulnerability and her past abusive experiences made her a virgin in love. Even though she had a daughter, she had never truly known the experience of cherishment and love for herself, given by a man.
    She had yet to know the desires and passion of true womanhood, and touch the sexuality that lay dormant within. But he knew he must tread carefully so as not to spook or make her afraid.
    Through their writings and sharings over weeks of shared emails, their commitment to one another had become deeper, more sure.
    He’d set her tasks, bid her refrain from the practice of masturbation, which he discovered she did regularly, sometimes two or three times in a night, and to read his emails clad only in bra and pants. He was grooming her, preparing her for what would follow. And she, already obedient to his will, offered herself freely, willing to serve and please, befitting of the slave she wished now so desperately to be.
    The plan was to meet at a motorway services for a coffee, leading into lunch if all went well.
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    You will dress elegantly in black with some hint of cleavage. And you will wear a single red rose as befits going to your Destiny.
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    Abi had taken great care over her clothing, choosing the long skirt and loose-fitting blouse, hoping to hide those parts of her body she didn’t want him to see. She had not yet grasped the fact that he would want to inspect his slave-to-be, that she would appear naked before him.
    As they passed through the initial greetings and coffee to lunch, he ordered for her, and she had been happy for him to do so. Then, as they approached the door to the room booked in advance he’d quelled her fears with a smile and a hug.
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    What happens from this point on and within the confines of this room is ours. You will obey and give yourself completely into my control.
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    Her mouth had opened to respond. A finger lightly brushed her lips. His hand pushed open the door. She tingled and trembled with suppressed passion as she took her first tentative steps into this new and very different world.
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    Back home she was acat on hot bricks, checking email every fifteen minutes or so... waiting, wondering, hoping, yearning to know she was accepted, and that Dream Catcher would prove to be the Master she was looking for... finally... The One.
    Her answer came within a couple of days.
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    â€˜A pity beyond all telling
    is hid in the heart of love’
    Our favourite poet (WB Yeats) once again strikes straight into your soul with these lines. Why do I think of you when I recall them? I have been moved beyond all telling by your words, past pain, sharing and need.
    I am aroused by what you ask of me and you have played on my mind these past few days since my return. I want to reach deep into your soul and find that switch, that trigger and take you on that wonderful journey to the fusion of pain/pleasure/control and fulfilment. Everything which has been denied you in the past will be yours for the future.
    That is my Promise to you.
    We will start slowly, oh so softly, so slowly, so that every nuance of pleasure can be felt by you thrice-fold and more, and then re-experienced again and again and again. It will be part of your conditioning leading to control.
    Together we will choose the tools of your delight or torment, for these items are to be yours and yours alone. You will treasure them and look forward to the hours we spend playing together with them - a collar of ownership, bindings and perhaps to begin, a light chamois whip. Nipple clamps, and later, if all goes well, some special clothing.
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    A strange mix of fear, guilt, and yes, excitement as well as an urgent sudden overwhelming need to obey, caught Abi in the throws of an orgasm so rich, so sweet that already her lips were parting with soft moans escaping every breath. Obediently she spread her legs as had been her instruction. Never now was she to allow them to close on