Chapter 1: Finding Lance

 

Sandra Sweeney was a successful corporate manager, having risen from an unpaid intern to the brink of Vice-Presidency in a large financial firm. Her ascendancy was a long fought battle where she had to cater to many upper level managers, never using her natural beauty, but rather her accommodating nature. Her climb up the ladder was hard, but once she was handed power she found it uncomfortable, realizing she could no longer simply cater to her superiors, she had to take charge. She did, but it left her feeling a need for someone else to take responsibility in her personal life.

She was a twenty-six year old auburn haired beauty, with an excellent figure and angelic face. Bright green eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, and just a smattering of freckles that made her face a delight to behold. Her ample thirty-eight-D bosom, twenty-four inch waist, and thirty-six inch hips always attracted stares from men. She knew she was attractive; the number of men hitting on her always reminding her how the opposite sex viewed her.

But relationship problems began after she started to move up the ladder, her increasingly powerful position in the business world started to put off men. It seemed like they became intimidated by her position and shied away from her once they knew what she did for a living. All she really wanted was a man to handle her private life for her, to take her and make her his woman. She also harbored dark fantasies about how that would be, with her as his submissive partner answering to him as her Master. She wanted to be bound to him, and by him, praised for good behavior and punished when she was bad.

She started to peruse the kinky personal ads on the Internet looking for someone that met her needs, but she was too afraid of exposing her fantasies. If anyone in her work life ever knew what she wanted in her personal life it could severely damage her career aspirations. It was quite a pickle she faced, her work goals in direct conflict with her personal desires. But a lunch date with an old college friend gave her an opportunity to discreetly explore those private desires.

Karen French was her roommate in college and had a parallel career path as Sandra, and similar urges in her personal life. When Sandra heard from her for the first time in years she gladly made a date to spend some time with her old roommate. At first their conversation was simply about catching up, but it soon turned to their private lives.

It was then that Karen said, "All the responsibility in my work life was getting to me until I found Lance."

"Is he your newest boyfriend?" Sandra asked.

"No! He provides a service for me, a sort of fantasy fulfillment."

"Fantasy fulfillment?"

"Well, just so you understand, all the responsibility I face daily melts away when I have a session with him."

"A session?"

"Yes, I can purchase a night or even a weekend with him. While I am with him I give up all control to him, he takes full charge."

"Full charge of what?"

"Of everything... especially my sexuality. When I am with him he lets me surrender to my true passions, the ones I bury every day at work."

"He's your lover then?"

"No he is my Master when I am with him."

"And you pay him for this?"

"Gladly, he is an amazingly dominant man, not the least bit intimidated by my position in real life like most guys out there."

Sandra became quiet after Karen's revelation, and then she asked, "Is he taking on any new clients?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure since his discretion keeps him from telling me about anyone else he might be seeing."

"How did you hear about him?"

"The same way you are, a friend recommended him."

"Are you recommending him to me?"

"Do you have fantasies about a man making you his bitch, treating you like a possession and leaving you with no choices?"

"Ummm...sort of, but that sounds a bit harsh."

"Well, that's my cup of tea," Karen said, winking at her friend as she did. "He tailors my sessions to what makes me hot, I'm sure he would cater to your specific fantasies."

"You told him about those kinds of fantasies?" Sandra asked, feeling mortified about the prospect of telling a stranger those kinds of things.

"Not directly, he gave me a questionnaire to fill out, the weirdest one ever. It asked about every possible kinky and way out sexual thing you could imagine. My crotch was soaked by the time I finished it and I learned things about this lifestyle I never imagined."

"OK, so how does it work?" Sandra asked, intrigued simply by the strange questionnaire. She had her dark fantasies too and wanted to see how they stacked up against a full list of twisted sexual games.

"I give you his email address and you send him a specifically worded email so he knows it comes from his inner circle. Do you want me to write it down for you?"

After a moment Sandra said, "Yes please."

It took her three days to build up the courage to actually send the email, and as if he knew, he waited three days to send her the questionnaire. She wondered if Karen told him about their date, but she just guessed he was just a busy man. It took her all night to complete the form, having to stop several times to masturbate while thinking about the wicked scenarios in front of her. When she was done filling it out she was a bit surprised at how little she was truly put off by, finding she hard darker desires than she first thought. This time she returned it without delay, anxious to have this man show her how to experience such intense fantasies.

The next evening, soon after she returned home from work, an email arrived in her inbox. It was a short simple message, "If you are still interested call this number at nine pm tonight and I will discuss scheduling you for an initial session. Lance," with his phone number printed just below his name. Sandra looked at her watch and shuddered, it was only eight o'clock and she would have to wait an hour to speak with him. With an hour to wonder what she would say, Sandra decided to call her friend Karen for advice.

"Hello Sandra, what's up?" came Karen's voice over the phone line.

"Oh my God, he wants me to call him at nine to discuss having a session with me. What does that mean?" she blurted out, anxious to hear something from Karen to calm her down.

"It means you are one step away from experiencing your fantasies."

"But what am I supposed to say?"

"Don't worry, he will take the lead rather quickly, just approach it demurely, let him direct the conversation. He will be looking to see if you are serious, so always be respectful and refer to him as sir."

"Ok, so I just let him know it is me and then he will guide me?"

"That's about it, just answer his questions honestly. He will already have an idea for the first session, just listen, and if it excites you let him know. For me he had a good idea where to start, but I let him know how rough I like it. So when we met he made sure to give me what I wanted."

"And what was that?"

"No, no, no," Karen replied, "even if I did tell you about my experience it won't be anything like yours. It is best to go into this on your own, just remember that you have to believe in him or it won't work. I can assure you that he is worth your trust."

"I don't know Karen, this seems dangerous," Sandra confessed, airing her greatest concern.

"Look, I have been with him half a dozen times so far, and the friend who hooked me up with him has been using his service for over a year. If you believe me, then you can trust him, but it will take a leap of faith. It's up to you."

"Thanks Karen, since I have gone this far I think I will see it through."

"I think you will be glad you did, good luck."

"Thanks again, I'll let you know how it goes."

After hanging up Sandra sat there staring at the clock, counting the minutes until she was scheduled to call him. With over half an hour still to go Sandra decided to take a shower to cool down. She felt hot and bothered, most of the heat emanating from her pussy. She ran the water rather cool, needing to ease the excessive warmth that was building up inside her. Even the fresh water did little to purge her inflamed passion; the simple thought of talking to him was fueling her inner fires. She tried to rush through it, but was surprised when she stepped from the shower and saw it was just two minutes before nine. She grabbed her robe, wrapped it around her dripping wet body, and rushed to the phone by her computer.