One night, taking a study break, I decided to get into a chat room and discuss things with others out there in the great wide world. I so rarely get to speak to the normal person about normal things. You don't always find people with normal thoughts and actions in graduate programs. Ok, so my particular thoughts this evening weren't all that normal, but who's counting. All I typically get to talk to people about are my research interests, my current studies, what I want to do when I grow up... as if 25 isn't grown up...
My family sees it as a hindrance that I have never had a "real" job, blue-collared as they are. Multiple graduate assistantships and fellowships never work for them. I found out that I am good at learning and playing the academia game. Is there any reason I can't continue to study and research and contribute on a higher level?
So on this particular evening, I end up in a chat room that is more adult inclined. I don't have sex often, but I seriously enjoy it whenever I am in a committed relationship. I've never had a one-night stand, and I have heard friends describe me in a way that could be considered "serial monogamy". I have toys, but you can't feel around a plastic vibrator what you can around a hot, pulsing cock... especially when the man comes hard and fast. However, I've never met a cock that could vibrate, either.
I wind up in a chat room devoted to the darker side of sex. I was pleased to see some of the people that I recognized in the room. Maybe this was the only place I could let the "me" out to play. All of my relationships have been so safe, if not chaste, but somewhat boring.
I had spoken with cock_sure_325 before, so it was my pleasure to see him on again. He could be a little cocky (pun intended), but I enjoyed his point of view... In fact, I will listen to any point of view, but I may not agree with it. I know he will not answer if I approach him, so I wait for him to approach me in the room, anticipating that he will and praying I don't get wrapped into a conversation that annoys me and makes me want to leave the room. He's probably talking to some other tasty morsel, anyways. Three instant messages pop up almost instantly with generic lines like "want to party" "I want you to suck my cock" and "are you nakd". After ignoring such interesting invitations, and many others after "I want to be your slave!, I was ready to give up. I had already sat there in anticipation of him sending an instant message for about 45 minutes. Here's a hint, if you ever find me in a sexual chat room, do not ask to be my slave. I am totally submissive, I will answer "I'm sub" and not answer you again.
Cock_sure_325: Well hello again. I see you've been on for quite some time. Are you busy in a discussion with someone else?
How fast should I answer?... I waited to the count of 15...
Honey_suckle: No, I was just beginning to fix my dinner (which was the truth).
Cock_sure_325: Need me to let you go?
Honey_suckle: No. I'm ready to eat.
Cock_sure_325: Me too...
Honey_suckle: What are you having?
Cock_sure_325: depends
Honey_suckle: On what?
Cock_sure_325: It's a surprise
Honey_suckle: Like I'm going to see that surprise. You're somewhere out there and I'm sitting in my kitchen on my laptop.
Cock_sure_325: I guess I will just make due with a sandwich. U?
Honey_suckle: That's hardly a surprise. Chicken salad and vegetable soup.
Cock_sure_325: Not the surprise I was talking about.
Honey_suckle: Oh.
Later in the conversation, we chose to pick up the old conversation that was never fully finished.
Honey_suckle: At least I acknowledge my fantasies...
cock_sure_325: I never said that I didn't
Honey_suckle: well you never say what they are, you just ask me about mine...
cock_sure_325: Is it a problem that I want to get to know you? And I don't think that you are acknowledging all of your fantasies.
Honey_suckle: I think that's kind of hard on the internet environment.
cock_sure_325: I don't agree.
Honey_suckle: What do you mean?
cock_sure_325: Well, from our previous conversations, I know that you like cock
Honey_suckle: nice deduction
cock_sure_325: Please don't interrupt. I know that you are a graduate student in the Midwest, and could probably guess at what university if I was hard pressed based on your course of study and that you teach. I know that you are into science, and I know that you are relatively young for a doctoral student in your field of study.
After a moment, I answered
Honey_suckle: Ok, so you remember well.
cock_sure_325: I remember everything you've ever told me...
Honey_suckle: Everything?
cock_sure_325: everything, and I even have a file.
Honey_suckle:. A file? What are you a stalker?
Nothing
Honey_suckle: So what do you think my fantasies are?
cock_sure_325: Hmmm, you write them well on-line
Honey_suckle: I'm sorry, where have I written them? I haven't told you all of them on here.
cock_sure_325: I have seen your writings on Literotica
Honey_suckle: How, when I didn't give you my name to look under?
cock_sure_325: You gave me your personal e-mail address once when you sent a picture. You shouldn't use your username for that, but it was helpful for me. Back to the topic at hand, you do have a few fetishes that are easily displayed
Honey_suckle: If you are so sure, what are they?
cock_sure_325: You want to be used.
Honey_suckle: I'm sorry?
cock_sure_325: You want to be used for someone else's pleasure.
Honey_suckle: Don't most people who come to these sites?
cock_sure_325: No, some come because they like to use.
Honey_suckle: Are you one of the users?
cock_sure_325: Most likely, since we're talking now, but we're not discussing me...
Honey_suckle: So, describe how I want to be used.
cock_sure_325: You would like to serve the wishes of one person, fulfill their wishes.
Honey_suckle: I'm not a genie
cock_sure_325: I don't mean those kinds of wishes. I mean sexually fulfill their desires and commands.
Honey_suckle: What kinds of commands do you feel I want to fulfill?
cock_sure_325: Whatever your partner desires. You wish to submit to someone else's desire and control. You wish to be used, but never abused.
Honey_suckle: I have terms...
cock_sure_325: I'm sure you do, but you have a couple other fantasies you wish could be fulfulled...
Honey_suckle: Not really sure what you're talking about.
cock_sure_325: You know what I'm talking about.
Honey_suckle: Enlighten me, please.
cock_sure_325: Gladly. You have a forced impregnation fantasy, and you have a kidnapping fantasy.
Honey_suckle: How did you know...?
cock_sure_325: Even what you haven't told me, I remember.
Honey_suckle: I have never told anyone that I would like to be kidnapped. I don't think that I have even written it into my stories.
cock_sure_325: Would you allow yourself to be?
Honey_suckle: Kidnapped?
cock_sure_325: Yeah.
At this point I took a long pause... I had always wondered what it could be like, but how do you arrange something like that? I haven't been serious about anyone in a while, so no one has even playfully attempted it.
Honey_suckle: I don't know. I thought about it once, but I don't know how to safely arrange something like that.
cock_sure_325: I could fulfill one of your deepest desires, and maybe all of them.
Honey_suckle: Would that be a promise you are willing to keep, sir?
cock_sure_325: yes.
Honey_suckle: How do you arrange a kidnapping? How do you do something like that without getting the police involved?
cock_sure_325: There are ways.
Honey_suckle: hmm
cock_sure_325: So, would you?
Honey_suckle: I'm interested in talking more about it. If it were arranged so that there wouldn't be police action, maybe.
cock_sure_325: You go on summer break in a week, right?
Honey_suckle: Yeah, right after final grades are turned in. I don't start work for almost a month.
Cock_sure_325: is offline...
What the hell. Did I just agree to something? I never said yes... only that if it were arranged so that there wouldn't be any police involvement.
Finals week came and went. The web conversation slipped my mind for the most part. I kept dwelling on the possibility of some day arranging a kidnapping. I spent time as a graduate assistant grading papers and recording scores, the fun stuff of enslaving yourself to an institution for a degree. I was on campus late Friday evening, but I turned in the grades to the secretary's mailbox so that I wouldn't have to turn them in on Monday when they were actually due. That would mean an extra trip to campus when I was pretty well done with the place. It had been a difficult semester.
I forgot to move my car from the parking lot that I normally park to a closer location to my office just before dark. I always hated walking through the woods to get to my car, but I would have to do it to get there. I really hated it that I let it get dark on me. I found myself looking back and forth, not paying attention to where I was walking, but to my surroundings. Finally I made it to my car; or where my car should have been. I know I parked out here. I search in my purse for my cell phone, but I couldn't find it. There's not an emergency box anywhere near me, either. The nearest one is in the wooded area again. Since it's the last day of the semester, there's no one around. Not another car in the lot either.
I walk back to my building, to my office, and find my cell phone on the desk with a note and a ribbon attached.
Your car is outside. Signed C_S_325 P.S. Do not call anyone if you would like a fantasy fulfilled.
Oh shit. He did know where I was, who I was (what I drove!). What had I done or said that would tell him this? Is he one of those computer nerds that know everything and can find anything? Am I being stalked by a mad man? My mind rushed and continued to rush.
My car was, indeed, outside the building. It was not there as I left the building or as I came back or I would have passed it! There wasn't a scratch on it. The door was locked, and there was a single red rose on the driver's seat. I know that I was the only person who had a key. What the hell? There was no note.
I knew it had to have been him, it had to be.
I had to get home and see how he had done this, contact him the only way I knew how. I just didn't understand.
Home was 25 miles away, another reason I didn't want to come into campus on Monday. I had to conserve gas since I was technically unemployed for a month. I headed home after the car started and cooled off a bit. It was hot for May. I chose to buy a house in the rural area surrounding the college town. It was quite, relaxing, cheap, an upcoming area, an investment... My own private space. I was two miles from the house when my car died. I looked at the gas gauge and it was on empty. I filled it up yesterday. That's impossible! I was two miles from home. Should I call someone, or should I walk? I tried my cell phone. It was dead to the point it wouldn't even turn on. A sneaking suspicion had me rechecking the weight of the phone and then taking the back of the phone off. The battery is gone. After working in the field, I have learned that sometimes when the phone is dropped in a creek during water sampling, it's better to just have a spare battery. Since field work can be dicey when dealing with waterways perceived to be owned by gun-toting individuals, I always had a back up battery in the glove compartment. But it wasn't there! I could have sworn that it was in my glove compartment, but all I found was a rosebud. Hmmm. This was becoming more interesting by the moment. I didn't really feel like I was in any danger.
No phone, no car movement. I could walk... It took me a few minutes to decide, but I walked. No one was going to come behind me and offer a ride, people only used this road when they had to because of construction or if they lived on this road. Most other people were older; they don't get out this time of night. At this point, my stomach starts growling. Apparently, I had forgotten to eat. The longer I am in graduate school, the more often this happens.
Leaving my car on the side of the road, locked and with my laptop case strung around me, I strike out at a very quick pace home. To my surprise, I make it to my little yellow house in farmland without any further incidents. My neighbor's cat greets me, and I take out my key to enter my house. Half expecting someone to be waiting on me inside, I checked all of the small rooms. No one jumped out of the closet to scare me, but my home computer in my bedroom was on and I was logged into a private chat with cock_sure_325. He must be a hacker.
Cock_sure_325: You're home...
Honey_suckle: How in the hell did you do this
cock_sure_325: A Master never gives away his secrets.
Honey_suckle: How did you know where to find me?
