Her Web Master
By Normandie Alleman
Out November 11,
2015
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Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Genre:
Erotic Romance
Synopsis
An online connection.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how
far we would go...
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading
pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission, and he
submerged me—body, mind, and soul—into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now,
coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both
terrifies and thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will
intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious
intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we've built will
come crashing down around us, dashing my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much
more.
And I am going to pay...
Excerpt
The
restaurant at the Omni Hotel wasn’t crowded, about what one expected on a
Thursday late afternoon. The elegant décor looked to be the result of a recent
remodel, and I wondered who had done it. My mother would want to know the name
of the designer. She served as the director of Fort Worth’s Junior Cotillion,
as well as on a number of museum boards, and she’d taught me to stay abreast of
all things related to the arts, but right now considering the hotel’s new look
only helped distract me from an imminent meeting with the most important man in
my life.
I was
excited yet anxious because this would be my first meeting with my lover.
Our first
meeting face-to-face.
He’d left
strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested
I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way
for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture
me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it
behind my ear. My hair wasn’t choosing this inopportune moment to misbehave. It
always misbehaved.
I watched
for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside
my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing
something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands,
I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me
for years, where all my friends had children, where I felt inconsequential.
With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me.
Sure it was
for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt
fulfilled for the first time in ages.
A few months
ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating husband, I went online. I
admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which was mind-numbingly easy to find.
I hadn’t intended to find a darker side of myself with needs that could never
have been met by my philandering husband. I’d never meant to find someone.
I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.
What I did
find was a whole new world of dominance and submission, self-inflicted pain as
well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a stranger. A man who reached
out and touched me in corners of my soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every
day, I performed sex acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on
the intimate and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.
I was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of
our relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir”, but in
our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated only via Skype, email,
chats and the occasional phone call. That is, until today.
I always insisted we not use a webcam, even though he implored
me to do webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I
always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher at one of Fort Worth’s finest
preparatory schools! I couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped during our
play sessions. So the only notion I have of what my Master looks like is a
product of my imagination.
But today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a
real “play date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my flesh, leaving a trail of
goosebumps in its wake.
The waiter set my second bourbon in front of me. Always
cognizant of my manners, I thanked him with a smile. I had been born into one
of the wealthiest families in Texas and I’ve been given every advantage. I
attended the right boarding schools, wore the right clothes, and behaved as any
proper debutante should. And what had that gotten me?
An unfulfilling marriage to an unfaithful jackass and a lifetime
of trying to meet other people’s expectations rather than my own. I sipped my
drink then smiled. But not today. Today I was doing what I wanted for a change.
I would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past four
months. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it
matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master” I’d
daydreamed about.
Things never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an
image for the hero in a book, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches
the character in your head. Always a disappointment.
I’d tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never
pictured MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather
average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I
pictured him wearing glasses, possibly he had a beard.
In any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that was
captivating. MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world
in which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl
inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and pushed
into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my sexuality,
sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel
cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately needed that. I wanted to
please him.
Draining my second drink, I considered a third. I sighed deeply
at the thought of the swats that MC would rain down on me for breaking his
two-drink maximum. It made me wriggle in my chair, and the excitement between
my legs spread down into my toes. My phone showed it was 5:12, and my tummy
tightened. Any minute now… He told me he would be here at 5:15. The wait had
been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect reflection of
our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.
“Close your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice came from behind
my chair. It was a sound I’d come to crave and hearing it sent shivers of
anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that moment in
time, to stop things while things were still beautiful between us, before
reality could mar the fantasy.
A hand circled my nape. His touch was like an electric current,
setting my skin aflame. I leaned back against his fingers, shamelessly aching
for more, though I knew I should maintain my composure because we were in a
public place. But it was all I could do not to moan out loud.
He wrapped my long hair over his wrist and gripped it firmly. “I
see you were looking at your phone. Did you think I’d be late?”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Good. I’m going to sit beside you, to your left, but you will
keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?” He pulled my hair tight, and I immediately
wondered if anyone in the restaurant noticed.
“Yes, Sir.” My heart thumped hard in my chest.
“That’s better.”
He let go of my hair, and I yearned for him to touch me again. I
kept my eyes closed, though I knew I must look an odd spectacle.
“Was that your second drink?”
I nodded.
“I expect you to answer me properly.”
I squirmed in my seat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like another one?”
“Yes, but you said I could only have two.”
“Do you plan to be a good girl today?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Since you followed my directions so well and this is something
of a special occasion, you may have another one. What would you like?”
“I’ll have a bourbon and water, please, Sir.”
“That’s a mighty strong drink for a young lady.”
I wasn’t that young, but I appreciated the chivalrous thought.
“My grandmother taught me that if you drink bourbon and water it won’t sneak up
on you the way sweeter drinks will. That way a lady can always take care of
herself.”
“Smart woman, your grandmother.”
I listened as he ordered more drinks, my eyes closed the whole
time, feeling ridiculous. Then I gave up and lowered my head, pretending to
look at the ground. I’d spent my entire life being worried about what people
thought of me. It was exhausting, trying to be perfect all the time.
Part of me was dying to cheat, to open my eyes to see what this
dynamic man actually looked like, while the other part was enjoying the game
and wished it could go on forever. Because once I saw his face, nothing between
us would ever be the same. The fantasy would disappear, replaced by a
yet-to-be-known reality, with only a few of the fragments of our mutual
projection remaining.
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Meet the Author
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by
human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human.
Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives
on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy
for Red Bull.
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