Once upon a time there was a young man called Percy.
Percy had grown up in the usual way, from boy to youth to man, and in all that time he had never found anything to challenge his view of the world. He grew up to be a man, strong and certain of his place in the world, thinking he knew just exactly how things worked. He could schmooze and canoodle with other men, he knew the right jokes to tell and how to flirt with women. He’d gone to the best schools, gotten the right degrees, landed the proper job, and now, at the ripe old age of 32, he was bored.
Poor Percy’s sex life wasn’t meeting his needs, you see. He’d grown tired of an endless string of brief monogamous relationships. Meet at a party, or in a bar, flirt a little. Go on coffee dates, and dinner dates, and then go see stupid movies with bad popcorn while ignoring the way your feet stick to the floor. Eventually fall into bed together, where she would moan artfully and he’d do his best to make her moan artfully, then spend himself in a condom while performing some perfectly vanilla, boring, average sex. After a few months, when she wanted to move in and “take things to the next step” he’d tell her it was him, not her, and it just wasn’t working out, and there’d be tears and recriminations and pretty soon he’d be back in the bar or at the party. Boring.
Percy longed for something different. Something he hadn’t seen before, something new.
And then one day, filled with ennui and apathy, Percy opened up a new tab in his browser and typed into the search bar “sex adventure”. Page after page of search results were delivered by google, and he found himself a bit overwhelmed. There was so much! Clearly he needed to refine his search terms. So he went back, and tried again. “Advanced Sex Techniques.” Much better! He began to explore, finding so much information at his fingertips. So many things to try, so much to delve into… Percy began to look deeper and deeper.
In his explorations, Percy came across the blog of a woman who worked as a dominatrix. This woman was fascinating; her lifestyle was amazing, full of sexuality and confidence, she simply oozed sex. She wrote about tease and denial games, edging, prostate milking, chastity, and something called clothed female naked male. The fantasies she wrote about made Percy sweat. She was mesmerizing, and he was hooked. He subscribed to her blog, and when an alert showed up in his inbox about a new post, he would drop everything to go read about her latest adventure.
Percy’s sexual fantasies began to evolve.
Reading so much about kinky sex was having an effect on Percy’s libido. He felt as though he’d been captivated by her words. Now, when he was captured by the urge to masturbate, he would think of whatever his (for he’d begun to think of her as ‘his’, already) Mistress had most recently written about. He pictured himself as the star of her writing, that he was the submissive that she had spent the weekend playing with. His cock would fill and rise to the imagery she’d captured in her last blog post, and when he wrapped his hand around it, he imagined the look on her face. Percy went from three minute wank sessions in the shower to hours long marathon masturbation games, played for the amusement of his Mistress.
For a while it was even ok that Percy had never actually met his Mistress, or heard her voice, or felt the touch of her hand on the back of his neck. For a while.
Until suddenly one day, it wasn’t ok any more.
With every atom and fiber of his being Percy yearned. He needed, he craved and above all else he wanted. He wanted her touch, her voice crooning over his head about how very good he had been, and he wanted to obey her every half-voiced whim. He wanted to serve her, to dedicate his life to her, he wanted the fantasies to be real. There was a button on her blog that said ‘Contact Me’. Percy felt a shiver of shame that his fingers trembled when he clicked on it. But more than that frisson of shame there was a rush of erotic anticipation.
“Mistress,
I write to you because I have come to realize that there is nothing left for me to do but write. In all my dreary days I’ve never found someone like you, never felt the way that I feel when I read about your life. Your words paint a picture of a world that I want for my own. I know that I’m not worthy of having a reply from you, so I will content myself knowing that at least I have committed to text some of my feelings for you.
Mistress, I implore you, please accept my devotion, freely given. I would give anything to be near a woman like you, to know someone one tenth as fabulous as you are; I would devote myself to you, if only to see you smile.
Your devoted servant,
Percy.”
He sent the email to her, knowing that she received thousands of letters just like his every day. He assumed that he’d never hear back from her, that his heartfelt missive would be lost in a digital morass, never read, never replied to. For surely the woman of his fantasies couldn’t possibly be real, couldn’t be a human being just like him, couldn’t want a regular, boring guy like him. Right?
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Percy steeled his heart for rejection, and prepared to spend another night alone. He’d decided that he wouldn’t touch himself that night, that he would abstain, in honor of his Mistress. Ignoring his half hard cock, Percy began his nightly routine. Shower, teeth brushed, pajama pants on… he padded barefoot to the office to shut down his computer, and paused. He had a mail notification. Settling into his office chair, he opened his mail client and gasped. Heart thudding heavily in his chest, breath caught on an inhale, he read the subject line again, the sender’s name seeming to burn in his eyes. Mistress H.Collins had replied to his message.
Words, words from an strong, intelligent woman are so alluring. They entrap us, we crave more, until
we can’t resist but to reach out.. I look forward to the response to his email. Thank you for writing this.
I think the response he’s going to get will be more than enough to send poor Percy deeper than ever into the world of fetish sex. He’s going to be so wrapped up and controlled! It’ll be great. 😉
That’s My partner in Crime!! 🙂 Congrats on your story. You should record it completely and put it on the enchantrix audio site. XOXOXO Simone
Y’know, that’s not a bad idea! I should record more audios for sale… 😉
Ah, Ms Harper! You have me on the edge of my seat over here! Can’t wait to see what Percy’s email says. I bet his first email from Mistress warrants a reaction that no cookie cutter vanilla sex could ever give him. 😉
He’s built it up in his head to be earthshaking, and I think what he’s going to get will be more along the lines of life changing, utterly remodeling his entire world, and launching a whole new world of kinky sexual escapades! hehehe. I’m having so much fun writing it all!
Damn fine writing, Ms. Harper. Your words had me wanting more for our poor Percy, and I suspect his mistress has plans to fulfill him in ways he never dreamed. Can’t wait to read more!
I’m having an awful lot of fun both writing my story and reading everyone else’s! So many creative folks here!
Hello Pet – I love that. I can just imagine the butterflies in his stomach and the shivers up his spine as he clicked on the email response!
Great story 🙂
Wouldn’t you just love to be a fly on the wall, watching him read that first email? Everytime I send an email out to someone, I imagine their response to it…
Ohhhhh he didn’t expect to get a response but I have a feeling he’s going to get much more than he ever bargained for!
And how! He’s in for a wild ride!
You are truly, dangerous; and wonderful; and I love you! and how you write! and miss you. and, I actually think you get that. … so; why do all the women get it? (um, … comments!) and not the guys? … not enough, anyway. … idiots; fools; blind; lost!; … obviously. *giggles* You have that incredible quality that draws all of us; to you; girls first (yeah; get that too) and then… … *sighs*.
I may be dangerous, but at least I’m cute about it? I’m also tons of fun and just a little bit naughty. 🙂
Wow! Nice strong story! Love it. Percy sounds like his heart was racing as he saw that email … more more! 🙂 – Ms Cecilia
Ohhh My I am really enjoying percy and his start to a new exciting way of looking at sex under the guidance of his new mistress….I cannot wait for the next part!!!
Oooh, Ms. Harper, what a cliffhanger! Poor Percy doesn’t stand a chance…. can’t wait to read part 2!
I’m glad you like it! 😀 😀 😀
“Hello Pet”
Oh how cool! I thought I had some good cliff hangers
but this one takes it, hands down! 🙂
It makes me want to know what Percy
thought when he saw that subject line.
I really like this story Ms Harper
It’s just hard to wait for the next piece 😉
I have to admit, I am a fan of cliffhangers! That suspense, leaving you hanging, breathlessly waiting for the next bit… mmm. I’m glad you liked the way I just left the story hanging. I had fun with it. 😀
Those are the best kind of stories, I think.
The kind that you have fun with,
the words just seem to flow from keyboard to screen.
Gotta love it 🙂
The chapters really do seem to be flowing well for me. I’m cautiously impressed with myself.
Years ago I was part of a writing group, and I remember how some members would agonize over getting a few hundred words out in a day, and I’m knocking out thousand word chapters in an hour here… After the move, maybe I’ll see about attempting some more long form fiction! 😀