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A Secret Discovered, A Destiny Fulfilled


You had met him on the Internet, this Will. He had the heart of a poet and a kind soul like you'd never experienced before. It probably would have ended right there if you hadn't been so bold. You had sent him your picture and he had come back with this ridiculous remark of wagering that women as beautiful as you would walk right past a man like him, never to give a second look. You had taken that bet and agreed to meet even though you both lived far apart. You happily won the bet and that weekend was magical, full of laughter and kindness with this shy, quiet gentleman. Unfortunately, Sunday evening came too soon and he was gone.

Monday came and after work you came home to find beautiful flowers awaiting you with a card saying simply "Well, shall we say this coming weekend, too?" This continued for some time, the weekends were wonderful but the days during the week seemed to drag by. His quiet demeanor and shyness was endearing at times, infuriating at others but you thought best to just let it pass. You knew of your own needs and a side of you that you didn't think you might ever let him see for fear of his reaction. You confided in your closest friend Angela, the one who knew you best, never seeing her smile as anything but pleasure for you. Instead, her mind was formulating a plan, one you didn't know about until it was too late.

Angela and you had always met every Thursday, sometimes for dinner and drinks, sometimes for something completely different. She and she alone knew of your very special need. It was a secret that you had never shared with anyone else. She had a key for your apartment; you'd grown to trust her to take care of things while you were away for whatever reason. Little did you know that your trust was about to be violated and so were you.

He had received the message over your usual game site early Thursday morning. It read, "Can you come in a day early? We need to talk." He changed his plans immediately and arrived at your door that evening only to be greeted by a stranger, a diminutive 5' 3" brunette with matching eyes flecked with gold. "Hi, you must be Will. I'm Angela, Cheryl has told me so much about you, please come in. I hope you didn't mind me sending you that message, we need to talk." For the next hour he sat there listening to her, his heart racing as she told him things that he otherwise might never have heard. Shortly thereafter they both left in her vehicle for a destination unknown.

When they arrived at what turned out to be her home she told him to wait in the living room, as she had to change first. If you could have seen the worry, the confusion, the lost soul he had become in the last hour you would have done anything to spare him that. Minutes passed and then Angela reappeared and when he saw her he turned his head away. "Why Will, don't you find me attractive?" He couldn't answer, the sight of this woman dressed as she was and the things that he knew were about to happen had left him numb, speechless.

"Follow me" and she walked in front of him and with his head down he did so in her footsteps. They went down a flight of stairs and into a hallway, which led to a door. "Now, don't forget what we talked about and what you need to do." He could only nod his head in agreement and remember back to what she had told him not so long ago. "I am her dominatrix, she is my submissive. She needs a strong hand and I provide it for her. She's told me how shy you are, why you haven't even kissed her yet. You can never fulfill her needs, only I can do that."

"Have a seat in here" she said as she opened a door leading to a room with a single chair inside. "You'll be able to see everything through the one way glass and I'll prove to you what I have said." He sat and with a smile she closed the door and seconds later the other side of the glass was bathed in light and there you were. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling, your hands bound together you were dressed in a purple corselet with garters and stockings only. His eyes grew wide at the sight that till then he'd never dreamed he might see, the mirror providing a clear view of your head slumped forward while the speaker mounted in the ceiling enabled him to hear even your steady breathing.

He heard the door open, the hinges protesting and saw her walk into the room. Where before he had averted his eyes, now he took in the sight of a woman clad in leather, from head to toe. Her entire being had changed since they had arrived at the house, she walked like a lioness stalking her prey and as she reached you she grabbed your hair roughly, jerking your head back and with a smile toward the mirror kissed you thrusting her tongue down your throat. His head hung down as the gesture had the desired effect that she had known all along would happen.

She broke the kiss off, releasing you and your head once again fell to your chest. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, we were talking about this newfound friend of yours. What was his name? Will wasn't it?" You remained silent until a cry came forth as she slashed you across your back with the crop she was carrying. "I asked you a question, answer me."


"Yes, what?" Softly, almost a whisper you say, "Yes Mistress, his name is Will." She continued to walk around the helpless figure the whole time never taking her eyes off the mirror and the reflection that beamed back at her, knowing full well his eyes were locked on hers.

"So tell me about this Will. If you lie I will know it and you will suffer more than ever before. Do I make myself clear? Good. So far everything you've told me speaks of a mild mannered, kind, caring man and we both know that's not what you need, right?" The silence hung for a moment before your words came out, "I don't know." He watched as anger flashed across Angela's face before she quickly regained her composure. "Interesting, now why would you say that my dear? He doesn't know you like I do or have you told him about your rather unique desires?"

He watched as your face rose into view saying, "No and he must never know. If he would ever find out," as your voice fell in volume and then your face fell as well, "I would lose him." The smile returned to her tormentor's face as she made her way to stand directly in front of you. "That's true, he being the kind of gentleman you describe. Besides, he would never be able to do something like this." Her arm shot out and roughly grabbed your breast while her other hand slipped between your legs and began to rapidly finger your clit.

He listened as a gasp of pain and pleasure escaped from your lips and watched as your back arched and eyes rolled back in your head. Angela's hands administered to you but her eyes never left the mirror as she glared in contempt toward where she knew he stood. Your body began to shake helplessly from your precarious perch as she released her hold and picked up the crop again. The first blow landed across your breasts leaving a thin red line where it had made contact. The second to the back of your legs where they twitched as you found yourself caught between heaven and hell.

The third and final lash fell directly on your ass and with an almost animalistic scream your orgasm took you. Your body swinging to and fro as you were rewarded with wave after wave of the delicious feelings that you needed so badly. Your nipples stiffened even harder as your juices flowed freely down your leg forming a pool at your feet. This one had been the most intense ever and you couldn't help but wonder if it was caused from her imposing her will on you or because of your thoughts of him.

Slowly, oh so slowly you began to come down from the heights of your pleasure. The glow combined with the ache of your arms being held over your head for hours now. As your eyes fought to focus there stood Angela, her hands on her hips and her eyes locked upon yours. You tried to return her gaze but it took only seconds before your mind gave in and your eyes looked down. "Good, we'll have no more talk of this Will."

If only you could have seen him at that moment. The eyes that you had seen as so blue were now filled with rage, almost black in their darkness. The shy, gentle man now stood with hands clenched, trembling with an anger like never before. He had pounded upon the glass during your torment and only the soundproof compartment could stop his howls of anger from being heard. His chest rose and fell quickly as he breathed in the air that fueled his desire for what even he did not know.

As your still body hung there, Angela made her way over to the window, stopping directly in front of it to smile at the figure behind and mouthed three words, "She is mine." The blow to the window that followed was a viscous one and the man watched as the blood trickled down his injured hand. Angela turned and walked back to her victim saying, "By the way, I think this will help you forget about this, this Will creature. I know it's been a secret desire of yours to suffer at the hands of a Master and I've made arrangements for someone special to join us tomorrow evening to fulfill your fantasy."

Your hair covered in sweat masked most of your face as you looked up and started to protest. One look at Angela standing there, riding crop in hand and you could only muster the words, "Yes Mistress."

"Well said, my dear. I'll return in a moment" as she made her way back out of the room. A few seconds later he heard the door opening and as he rushed to it there she stood, gun in hand. He stopped and she looked at his disheveled appearance, the blood trickling from his fingers. "Ah, so the lion awakes."

"I wouldn't try anything if I were you. It's too bad she couldn't have seen this side of you but instead you've lost and I've won. Now, you will leave this place and never return. You've seen how only I can provide for her what she truly needs. Now move" and with that she pointed with the barrel of the gun and escorted him back to the main entranceway. He turned about to say something but she shoved the barrel of the gun into his stomach saying, "Get out you bastard and if you ever come around her again I'll kill both of you." Seconds later she slammed the door and he stood alone.


It's true, I'd always been a rather shy, introverted, quiet man. Finding Cheryl had seemed to change that, at least until now. Now I stood at a doorway, emotions running rampant and a fire burning inside like I'd never experienced before. Before this time, I don't know, I probably would have…well I just don't know. What I did know was that I needed a plan and I needed it quick.

As night fell that evening I found myself in hiding near Angela's home. I had been up now for over 48 straight hours but I found myself totally alert, more alive than I had ever felt in my entire life. I'd spent the morning in a cyber café searching on the Internet while the afternoon had been for shopping and my bounty was stashed in a rental car parked down the street. The plan I had formulated was full of risks. A sane man would have never even contemplated what to the average individual would have seemed suicidal.

Ever since last night logic seemed to have taken a back seat to the raging emotions which were coursing through my body. It didn't take long before I watched as a long black sedan pulled into the driveway, a single figure stepped out, opened the trunk and pulled out a bag. I moved quickly and was on him before he knew it and the object I jabbed into his back immediately got his attention. "You have a decision to make my friend and I advise that you decide wisely. You can answer my questions or you can die, right here, right now."

"Well, which one will it be?" It's amazing how fear can free the tongue. Minutes later, though it went against everything I had ever believed in, I felt no remorse as I took the crowbar I'd been holding and struck him on the back of his head. The body tumbled into the trunk and with the set of handcuffs and tape I'd been carrying I was assured that even when he regained consciousness he wouldn't cause any problems. I picked up the bag he'd dropped and quickly made my way back to my car.

Opening it I took inventory of its contents before adding my own purchases and as I prepared to step from the vehicle I stopped and took a quick glance in the mirror at the individual staring back at me. I had spent my entire lifetime being the "nice" guy. Quiet, shy, plain, ordinary, the type of man who until just a few short weeks ago had been easy not to notice. Cheryl had changed that, she had changed everything. The next few hours would tell if I could change everything for us.

As I walked up the steps I mentally went over each part of the plan, my mind racing with all the pitfalls and traps that could take place. Finally, taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and seconds later Angela opened it. She looked just a little shocked to see an individual standing there clothed entirely in black with a leather mask covering his entire face. I had spoke maybe one or two words to her the previous night and Will, the shy, quiet man, had said them. This man spoke with a menacing voice, one like thunder, saying, "Madame Angela, I presume. I am Jonathan."

She stood there looking at me, silent until I said, "Ah, my appearance. I would hope my assistant would have told you of my desire for anonymity?"

"No, she did not." I shook my head, "I will deal with Diana for this transgression. I prefer to keep my facial features secret so that I suffer no reprisals in my day to day life while if we were to meet in public you wouldn't be put in, shall we say, an awkward situation. Let me reassure you as to my identity."

"You found me through a mutual friend of ours, James is his first name, I don't know if he knows you well enough to give you his last so that will have to suffice. You have a bottom, a young woman who has shown a desire for the male of the species and you're hoping I will be able to provide her with what she needs. There has been an outside influence and you feel as if by doing this it will ensure your power with her, correct?"

I watched as her posture softened and she motioned for me to come inside. After I had crossed into the threshold I turned and waited for her to close the door. I felt my best chance for success was to keep her off balance and the only way I knew how to do that was to dominate not only Cheryl, but the entire situation. "My fee is $1,000. I assume you have it?" She paused momentarily but then walked over to a table, took the envelope lying there, picked it up and handed it to me.

"You're not going to count it?" she said and the look I gave her was to imply I certainly hope you would not be that foolish and by her nervous look I believe I had made my point. "Let me make myself clear. I am a professional, this is not a game to me. I make my own rules. I do not use a safe word, your submissive's pain is my pleasure. You've paid me, paid me well and I will not disappoint you. Now, do you understand?"

It only took a momentary hesitation on her part for me to take two steps towards her and repeat; "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" It was unbelievable, the feeling of power, the feeling of dominance as I watched her eyes drop from mine and she quietly replied "Yes Jonathan". "Good. Now let us discuss this woman. I need to know everything." As I sat down in the lone chair next to the table she was forced to stand there like a schoolgirl reporting to the teacher and I listened.

She told me how you had met at work, you were her new boss, and she was your assistant. One day she had come across your personal log in your computer and you had talked about your feelings of submissiveness and how you wondered what it would be like to experience such a thing. She had been a long time devotee of the game and began planning her strategy from that moment on. A few weeks later she asked if you would join her for a drink after work to start the weekend and she had taken you to a bar known for it's rather unique clientele.

By the time you found a seat your eyes had started to become accustomed to the darkness and you noticed the room was filled with women. There were tops and bottoms of all shapes and sizes, some in various styles of dress and undress. Angela said she had watched you closely for your reaction and that you looked flushed, excited by the people there. Just minutes later a tall, slender brunette with green eyes had walked up to you and extended her hand to dance. You had looked at Angela and she had told you to "Go ahead, have fun."

Out on the dance floor the brunette had pulled you close and you had felt confused, excited, scared, so many different emotions. She had looked at you with eyes that sparked and a slightly wicked smile. It had felt like almost an out of body experience as she placed her lips on yours, gently parted them and kissed you. As her tongue danced inside your mouth you felt your entire body almost melt and she held you tighter. Seconds later, the kiss and the dance were over as she smiled and simply walked away.

As you made your way back to where you had been seated you saw the waitress wiping the table down and removing Angela's glass. She said, "Your friend felt like three might be a crowd so she said she was leaving." You thanked her, picked up your drink downing it in one gulp and had left hastily. As you rushed out the door both Angela and the brunette watched you from a dark corner of the club. The plan was in motion.

The next day came a knock on your door and when you answered it there was no one there. You looked both ways down the street and then down at your feet where an envelope that had been marked PERSONAL had been left on your doorstep. You took it back into your house opening it while walking and pulled out several photographs, which elicited a gasp as you found yourself crumbling to the floor. The shots were of you and the brunette from the night before walking onto the floor, dancing and then the two of you kissing.

The note was typewritten saying, "Your employer should take a dim view of your outside relationships, they don't care for their managers being shown in this type of light. These photos will be made public if you do not follow these instructions. Go to 5444 Camden Lane tonight at eight p.m.. Do not be late. Do not disappoint me." Little did you know that Angela was watching you from a nearby window and as your face turned to tears hers broke into a smile.

That night at eight sharp you found yourself face to face with the brunette who had opened the door to 5444 Camden Lane. "Why are you doing this?" and she answered you with just a smile and motioned for you to follow her. Through the darkened house you went until you came to a flight of stairs and you followed her down into a dark, damp basement. A single chair stood in the center of the room and she pointed for you to sit and seconds later out walked Angela.

The astonishment on your face was almost as good a reward for her as your tears had been earlier that day. She was dressed in a black latex cat suit and carried a whip by her side. "Surprised Cheryl? I thought you might be. Kim here is one of my clients, I'm her dominatrix and she is one of my willing slaves. She helped me last night insure that you would be here. You see, I found your secret in your computer and now it's time for you to find out what it's really like. Oh, or I can send those pictures to company headquarters via e-mail. I bet everyone would just love to see them, don't you?"

Your silence combined with your confusion had left you speechless but speech wasn't something Angela seemed to be interested in. "Strip, I want to see what I have desired for too long" and when you didn't move fast enough she cracked the whip within inches of you and as the tears welled in your eyes you stood and began to remove your clothing. Thus began your voyage to the place where I had found you the previous night. "I worry about this man. You told me that she has taken quite an interest in him, correct."

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