The eloquent lie

She had given up on him years ago, the love that she knew when she was still a young naive girl. Now, a woman filled with grey colored ambitions, she had only herself, her cat named Omi and her job to pre-occupy her time.

But back then, he was her universe. He was 10 years older then her, but at the age of 18, she thought she knew everything there was to know about love; and age was merely a number. He was easy on the eyes, strong, confidant and always commanding of her attention. After all, a god-like man of his stature could command anyone's attention.

She recalled a time when she had inquired as to how he could be interested in a plain-jane girl such as herself. Her inquiry was met with a borderline lunatic tossing her to the hood of his car, bending her over, ripping off her panties and thrusting his suddenly hard cock painfully into her. She whimpered under his force, shocked and frightened by his dominance. After his climax, he coddled her into his arms, brushing her hair from her face and quietly hushing her soft tears. "You make me a weak man", he whispered.......

She snapped out her vision and cursed him under her breath. No man will ever control her, abuse her the way he did.

She clicked on the computer and began reading her e-mail. There, in big bold letters, was a solicitation that read: "Male slave for you". She snickered under to herself but curiously opened the e-mail. It read: "You. A strong, independent woman. Me: a handsome man who desires to do nothing more then please you. E-mail me if you choose to know more."

"What a fucking scam", she cursed.

A few days went by, same as before. Another high-power lunch here and a few conference calls there. The bleakness of her busy professional life was rather comforting to her. And as she routinely did, she stopped by her computer to check her e-mail before resigning herself to bed. Again, in big bold letters, another solicitation: "Male slave for you." She thought about trashing it but curiosity gave way as she opened it. She was very surprised by what she read this time. "You know me by name and appearance. I will give anything to be your slave. Please give me the opportunity to prove this to you. Meet me for lunch at The Palace, 1:30 tomorrow." She crinkled up her nose, squinted her eyes and thought to her self who this strange e-mail was coming from. She looked closely at the e-mail address but did not recognize it. The name was anonymous, so that was of no use to her.

"Who is this sick fuck?" she pondered.

That night, she was unable to sleep easily. Her mind kept roaming around, searching for clues as to who this person could be. What if it was "him"? Or maybe it's one her clients from abroad? And then the other thoughts came.....thoughts of what it meant for this person to be offering themselves as a slave. "Why?" she whispered to herself in the darkness of her room. Well.....there was really only one way to find out what this was....

At 1:29, she walked through the restaurant's doors. She looked down and checked her watch and then scanned the area for a familiar face. Within seconds, she was greeted by a waiter, "Please come this way. Your table is ready for you, Miss." She looked at him puzzled for a moment and he smiled at her as if knowingly. She hardened her face and followed. As they approached the table, a kind man stood, reaching his hand out to greet her. Could it really be?

There before her, dressed comfortably in a black suit, stood one of the least likely of suspects. A formidable young sales manager with a highly addictive smile, Rich took her hand into his and held it gently. "I'm very grateful you arrived today. Please allow me to seat you." He walked behind her, grasped the chair and waited for her to take her seat. As she sat, she looked up at him and asked, "Is this some kind of joke, Rich? I mean seriously..." she paused. She remained stern in her tone and controlled in demeanor yet inside, she was confused with a girlish glee.

"I know this is very undeserving of your time." he replied humbly. "But this isn't a joke. You move me in a way that no other has ever moved me. I find myself wanting to do things.....very special things......I don't know that it would be wise to tell you everything right now." "Tell me." she commanded. His eyes fell slowly to the table as he heaved a deep and shaking breath into his chest. "I meant what I said in the e-mail. I want to be your slave. Do with me as you will....use me....for whatever you want. I want nothing more in return then to be your slave....to pleasure you in any way you wish."

There was a lengthy silence between them as she sized him, as well as his words up. How could this young, dynamic professional sit here in front of her with such a weird request? "What does that mean - to be a slave?", she asked. He quietly pulled out a piece of paper from his breast pocket and slid it across the table. Suspiciously she opened it. There, in bold colors, was a picture of a man kneeling at a woman's feet, kissing her shoes, while she had him collared like a dog. She darted a look across the table and immediately stood up. "Good day, Rich."

The day's events continued to replay in her mind. What was he thinking? What a sick, pervert! Who does he think he is?? But the image of the picture remained burned into her mind.....she decided she wanted to know more.

Weeks went by as she continued to research this "slave" thing but she made sure her interactions with Rich were beyond limited. She avoided him to the point of suspicious behavior all of its own. But as she learned more about what he had mentioned, the idea began to form in her mind about how she could exact her revenge on all men for what she had endured as a young girl. What better way to exact revenge then by being in total control - to abuse the abusers.

She resolved to respond to the last e-mail from weeks ago, telling Rich to meet her at The Palace this Friday night - outside. That night, she walked up casually late as he stood outside awaiting her. She told him to follow her. The walked to a nearby taxi and she suggested with a nod that they were to get in. Without a word, he opened the door for her and allowed her to comfortably climb in. He rushed in after her and she ordered the cabbie to drive to a nearby location. She didn't pay attention to him, look at him or even speak to him as they arrived at the Hotel. As the taxi pulled up, she looked at him and then the cabbie, again suggesting that he pay....and he did. Her belly began to burn with a fire that she had never felt before. There was a heightened throbbing beating between her thighs now. They exited the taxi and entered the hotel. He followed behind her as she strolled powerfully to the elevators. He pressed the button and awaited for her next indication. To the 7th floor, they exited and she knew that in a few short steps, she was going to be having her way with him. She handed him the key and awaited for him to unlock the door.

As they entered the room, he saw that she had already been there and prepared for the night. Cuffs, rope, tape, dildos, a collar, leather leash, lotions and a few other odds and ends came into view. "Undress yourself now" she commanded as she spun around on her heels, lighting up a cigarette and watching. His face did not show fear nor concern. He seemed calm and sure that whatever she was about to do would be rewarding. His dark eyes remained focused on her, watching for any signs of her dissatisfaction or approval. She observed how his cock was erect and smiled. She knew that the research was paying off. "Lay face down on that bed." she commanded again and he obeyed. She put out her cigarette and began to restrain him with the handcuffs and rope to the bed-frame. After completing this, she stopped to admire the good-looking physique that laid sprawled out before her. She walked over and smacked his ass with as much might as she could muster. "Is this what you were asking of me a few weeks ago? Is this what you had in mind?" she shouted. "Yes Ma'am" he responded softly. "Thank you for choosing to allow me to prove how worthy I am of your attention."