Those Three Little Words - Part One

I had just recently become single and I wasn't coping very well on my own. I had been sure that my ex-boyfriend had been The One - until I found him in our bed with our next door neighbour. Enough said. In my depression, after watching endless romantic films and eating my weight in ice cream, I had the insane idea that internet dating sites would be the answer. I set up my account, enclosing cute pictures of my slim 5'6 frame, making sure to hint at my ample DD breasts and my long brown hair. My pretty features helped gain a lot of male interest, but at almanbahis 24 I was put off by most balding middle aged applicants. A few weeks later and I still hadn't noticed anyone special. Until Christian Knight added me. His profile was blank - none of the information fields had been filled in, and he had no picture - but his message to me was enough to make me more than a little interested.'Can you submit?' was all the private inbox said. It was probably a harmless message, sent by a silly teenager or sick old man, but it struck a nerve - one of my most almanbahis yeni giriş secret fantasies was that I longed to be dominated. I longed to be a slave to someone powerful and charasmatic - someone that made me feel nervous but loved. I longed to submit. In a second I had made up my mind and I quickly typed a message back.'I can submit'Those 3 little words changed my life. ***A few hours later, I recieved another message from Christian Knight. It contained the date and time to meet, as well as the address of a little cafe about half an almanbahis giriş hour drive away from where I lived. Something inside me knew it was crazy to meet a complete stranger after one message on a website. But something inside of me thought 'what the hell' and for once I took a chance. Two days later I found myself driving to 'Jen's Cafe' with butterflys in my stomach. I had shaved and preened every inch of myself just incase, and spent almost an hour choosing my outfit before deciding on a short skirt and blouse. I looked professional whilst revealing a little flesh. I entered the small cafe, turning a few heads, but after a quick scan I knew he wasn't here yet. I sat down, ordered a latte and tryed to ignore the ominous voice that was telling me I was stupid to even come here.