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smartphone to check out the sites.
She had to shield her phone from the other passengers, and when she got home,
she had joined ‘BDSM Life Online’, placed an advert for a ‘partner’ and had
listed her credentials.
    As she cooked her dinner she kept
refreshing the connection on the phone, eager to see if anyone had yet replied
to her ad. There was a tingling in her stomach as her anxiety increased. She
was still unsure if she would reply even is she did get a message. She kept
checking but drew nothing but a blank screen and eventually she just gave up.
           There
were no replies that night, and Lydia went to sleep in her clean white bed
feeling ever so slightly disappointed.

 
    Chapter Two
    Lydia woke early and began her usual
morning routine. She went for a light jog, showered, got ready for work and ate
her breakfast. As she sat at the table she kept thinking of the dream she had
that night. It had been both a little frightening and slightly erotic. She
remembered vaguely that a dark, handsome and mysterious man had kidnapped her
and taken her to a huge room in some strange building.
    She had been blindfolded and tied to
a chair however the more she tried to recall what had happened next, the more
hazy it got. This train of thought reminded her of the ad she had placed the
previous day and she stared at the screen excitedly as she switched on her
phone.
    There was one single message and she
put her glasses on to read it.

 
    Dear Lydia,
    My name is Jack Riding. I am a professional, lifestyle
dominant male, and I was interested to read your advertisement.
    I specialise in introducing newbies and vanilla lifestyles to
our darker, forbidden world. I refuse to switch to a submissive role, something
people often find difficult to deal with; I hope you are more understanding.
    If you wish to discuss a potential partnership, please meet
me at the Coffee Shop Corner at noon. I am there most days. I will be wearing a
pair of blue glasses – they are quite distinctive.
    Looking forward to our potential relationship,
    Jack Riding.

 
    Lydia took a deep breath and read the
email several times. It was an internet dating
nightmare all over again. Meet me here; I’ll be wearing that. Typical. She
closed her phone down and lay staring at the ceiling, tempted to ignore the
message and carry on hunting for that pleasure-giver in the flesh. Then the
words of Carol floated back into her mind.
           “I
am too vanilla,” she said to herself. “Fuck it, I’ll go. If he’s not what I’m
looking for I can always leave – pretend I never saw him. After all, he
doesn’t know what I look like,” she threw back the covers and stood naked in
front of the full-length mirror. She tilted her dark head on one side as she
assessed her body.
           She
was a short woman, and had worked hard to maintain a slender physique. She kept
her hair long to make herself look taller, and wore clothes that accentuated
her breasts – in her opinion, they were her best asset. She smiled. She
would blow him away, whoever he was.
           Lydia
picked out a pair of her skinny jeans and a logo-splattered t-shirt. She had no
intention of ‘trying too hard’, and the twenty-six year old knew that formal
clothes would age her, so she dressed casually. The time was right and she went
out, walking with her head held high and her conscience clear. She was Lydia
Westwood and she was unstoppable.
    “Can I get a latte and a muffin,
please?” she waited at the counter and scanned the seated customers. No one
with blue glasses was in, but then she was a little early. Taking her order,
she chose a seat in the window and watched the passers-by.
           I wonder how many of them have had a proper
orgasm? She thought as she watched the woman trit-trotting past her in
their heels. And how many of these men
are capable of giving me one? She looked at the suits, t-shirts and vests
as they patrolled past, with bags or carriers or