Madeline rang the doorbell, her heart pounding in her chest. It was almost like a dream. When that door opened, the roleplay,
THE
roleplay, the one she had fantasized about for so many years and had wanted to experience for so long was going to happen.
Madeline was fifty-four. A successful real estate broker and financially secure, with children who were grown and gone, she was ready to start slowing down a bit and enjoying life. With the kids out of the house Madeline wanted to include a more liberated sex life in her pursuits. An empty nest could be an advantage for some things.
Madeline wanted to roleplay and she knew
exactly
what she wanted: she wanted to be forced.
"Forced? What do you mean forced?" Madeline and Ted, her husband of thirty years, were in bed as Madeline tried to explain what it was she wanted to explore.
The way he said it made Madeline feel foolish. "You know," she said. "Taken against my will. Maybe you could be a burglar who catches me home alone and makes me, well, you know,
DO
things."
"So what you're talking about is rape, is that right?"
"Well, if you want to put a name to it, yes, but..."
"You're saying you want me to rape you??"
"Ted, of course not, I want you to
pretend
to rape me. We set up a roleplaying scenario and act it out."
"Maddie, I'd feel awfully damned foolish doing something like that."
"Couldn't you give it a try?"
"Damn it Maddie, I'd have no idea how to go about something like that. Frankly, I find it a pretty sick idea. I'd really prefer not to discuss it any further."
The internet had been a godsend for Madeline. She had a small collection of bdsm porn in her laptop and used it to indulge her fantasies and give herself relief when her husband was away. Ted was not particularly computer literate and never used her laptop anyway, and Madeline was certain her little secret directory would remain a secret.
The laptop had been sluggish and Madeline suspected that she had perhaps picked up a virus or malware or one of those things that one hears about that foul up computers. She e-mailed her computer repair man. She'd been using the same one for years, and he had never failed to fix any problem within a matter of minutes.
AND
he made house calls.
He was in her office with the laptop. He was a coffee drinker and she had just made a fresh pot. She quietly opened the office door and was about to offer him a cup. His back was to her, the computer open before him. She could see the screen over his shoulder. Madeline's heart froze in her chest and her face flushed as if it had burst into flames.
On the screen was a photo of a mature woman. She was buxom and large-breasted. She was bound with her arms stretched over her head, and was completely naked and shiny with sweat. Her breasts were criss-crossed with the marks of a whip. The man wielding the whip stood before her in the uniform of a Nazi soldier. Madeline has masturbated with that pic before her dozens of times as she fantasized that it was
her
breasts being savaged.
"Oh My God," Madeline said weakly. The man wheeled around and quickly shut the laptop. "Oh My God," she repeated. "Jack...I don't know what to say. Oh shit. I can't even imagine what you must be thinking. I am so humiliated." She began to cry.
"Whoa! Hey!" The young man jumped from the chair and placed his arms around her. "Hey, it's no big deal!"
"Oh Jack," said the sobbing woman. "Oh God, don't look at me. I am so embarrassed! Oh God!!!"
"Listen, listen, listen," he said. "We all have our private thoughts about these things. They're nothing to be ashamed of!"
"Yeah, right," she responded. "Except in my case they're not exactly private anymore, are they?"
"Look...can't we just pretend this never happened?"
"Oh Jack, for Christ's sake!!" she sobbed.
"Yeah, I guess not. Listen, I know you probably think you're the only woman in the world who has thoughts like this. You're not. I fix computers, remember? I see this all the time, really."
"Sure you do. In
men's
computers!"
"Uh, no," he responded. "This is not an uncommon fantasy for women. Honestly. Can I share a little secret? I sort of go for this kind of thing myself."
"Oh Jack. I know you're trying to make me feel better."
In response the young man opened his own laptop that had been beside Madeline's on the desk. In a few seconds a photo appeared on the screen and Madeline gasped as her mouth fell open.
In the photo was a very pretty young blonde in a suburban kitchen. She was bent over the table and clearly her clothes had been torn off and strewn on the floor. The scenario suggested a soccer mom taken captive by an intruder. Her hands were tied behind her and her mouth was filled with what appeared to be her own panties. Behind her stood a man with a stocking mask over his face. He had opened his pants to expose a horse-sized erect penis. The position of the organ left no doubt that the terrified young woman was about to be anally sodomized and that she was not going to be a willing participant.
"Jack?" she said quizzically.
"Like I said." He responded.
"Jack," she sighed. "You mean I'm really not a nutcase? Oh my, I feel like a ton of weight has been lifted from my shoulders!!"
For the next hour they discussed their likes and dislikes, and viewed more photos, with Madeline becoming ever more relieved and comfortable.
Jack said, "May I ask something?"
