Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  Fallen Angel

  by

  DarkScribe

  Edited by Angelicka Wallows

  Copyright 2012 My Pouty Lips/DarkScribe - All Rights Reserved

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PREFACE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  PREFACE

  ***

  How well do you know your neighbour?

  Have you ever wondered what good old Harry and Marge are up to in the privacy of their home?

  There is an undercurrent in society that only those looking for an alternative ever see. It has grown over the years to the point it has reached today; a LifeStyle inhabited by many thousands, if not millions, of individuals from all walks of life that have come together for one purpose. Self-gratification takes many forms, but within the LifeStyle, it can be loosely broken down into two roles; Dominant and submissive.

  To be Dominant is to take the role of giver of pleasure and pain, to instruct, nurture, protect and bring order into the lives of those who offer themselves as a recipient of that domination.

  To be submissive is to give oneself over to receive all that a Dominant wishes and desires, in whatever form that may take. A submissive who encompasses the role totally will offer themselves completely, to the point where their free will is removed in favour of their Dominants’ control. This level of submissiveness is not often seen, but it is becoming more prevalent as the “other” society they inhabit leaves them unfulfilled and/or dissatisfied.

  At first glance it appears that the role of Dominant would be the one of choice; however if one scratches beneath the surface of attitude, role-play and the often archaic mannerisms, then it soon becomes clear who wields the REAL power within the LifeStyle… for one to be Dominant, there must exist one who wishes to be submissive…

  These relationships, referred to as D/s (Dominant/submissive) within the movement, take many forms, ranging from the purely sexual to a lifetime commitment, all of which are acceptable within the LifeStyle, regardless of the activities in which those relationships choose to indulge. Whilst the common misconception of what is referred to as BDSM (Bondage, Domination, Sado-Masochism) is that it is all about whips and chains, in reality it goes much deeper than that. Those things are often involved, but it is the power of the mind of each individual that creates the overall effect, the head-games they play or allow to be played, ensuring that each of them gets something from the encounter or relationship.

  What you are about to read is a mixture of true experience and things waiting to happen. Names have been altered purely for discretion… the innocent have no place in our world.

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 1

  ***

  Angel

  She lay on the floor, holding the man next to her tightly. Her breathing had subsided to a quiet whisper, but her body still sang with the feelings she had experienced and every orifice she possessed felt bruised and tender. She looked down at him, and found he was looking back, his dark eyes searching her face, a smile on his lips. She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was hoarse, dry, and by the time she had cleared her throat his finger had touched her lips.

  “Shhhhhh my little one,” he said, “be still.”

  And he had drawn her down against his chest. She pressed herself against the hairs, listened to the steady thump of his heart, and let the previous days wash over her again…

  *

  Nicole Cannock would describe herself as a typical single mum. Her child’s father had disappeared into the ether when he was two, and with the help of her close family she had managed to keep a roof over their heads. Her friends would describe her as attractive, vivacious, sensible and caring; but the Nicole they knew was not the whole person, as there was a side of her well hidden from public scrutiny. In her mid twenties she had stumbled upon something that changed her forever… the Internet… and a movement thereon that altered her concept of her sexuality to one that she knew none of them would understand or approve. Now, at 31, she found that the feelings this movement had started within her needed to be explored deeper, and as she logged on into her favourite website one cool April evening, her heart beat a little faster than usual, as she had decided that tonight she would push the boundaries a lot further…

  *

  Douglas Vaughan loosened his tie, swivelled his large leather chair to one side and lifted his feet onto his desk. He casually clicked the mouse in his right hand so that his computer highlighted his “favourites”, the websites he had saved in case he wished to visit them again. As his oldest favourite site sprang into view, his eyes flicked to the door of his office; the staff had all gone, and yes he had locked the main doors… he didn’t wish to be disturbed as he was in the mood to play. Der Unterworld (the name had amused him at first) greeted him like a long-lost son, accepting his password and taking him to his home page where he slowly scrolled down the latest mails and messages. He recognised most of the names of the people (mainly women) who had contacted him, and for those he didn’t, he quickly searched to see if there was a profile picture available, just in case one of them appealed to him. He had been visiting this site for years, at first from out of curiosity, and then, after he had become adept at the rules and protocol, out of necessity… it was his sexual outlet.

  He sighed when he had finished his reading, there being no-one of interest, so he entered the chat room headed “Pain” and acknowledged all the greetings, as his pseudonym was recognised and welcomed. He sat back in his chair, wondering what excitement, if any, tonight would bring…

  *

  Nicole browsed through the chat rooms, greeting those she knew, giving the right response to those she didn’t, and ignoring the ones who were downright rude. The other “subs” on the site called these last pests “Trolls”, and they were derided for their lack of tact and diplomacy as much as for their lack of manners.

  “Hey mystery-Angel… wanna fuck, you little bitch?”

  She highlighted the culprit, some guy in California, and added him to her “ignore” list. She had put a lot of thought into whether she should put a picture of herself on her home page, but decided she wasn’t going to hide behind her “mystery-Angel” identity, so chose one that she liked, held her breath, and was amazed at the sudden onrush of mail it produced. After sorting through the mostly explicit replies, she had gained a few friends in the chat rooms, both male and female, and had quickly settled into the role of obedient submissive. She had served a few Doms online, earning the reputation of a subbie who was well trained though a little feisty, and maybe a little out of reach to those who wanted her to meet them in the real world, so they could “teach” her. Her one real-time experience had put her off, the Master she had served online for over a year insisting that they meet; him flying all the way over from New York, booking a room in one of the most expensive hotels in London, she traveling down to meet him, and upon setting eyes on him realised the pictures he had sent her of “himself” had been awfully flattering. She feigned illness and left as fast as she could, causing a bit of a ruckus within the chat room she frequented as he had vented his anger at her in no uncertain terms, but her friends had rallied round and it soon blew over. That was two years ago, and if the right One came along, she knew she would be tempted to try again…

  She had just returned to her computer after brewing a strong coffee when she
noticed she had new mail. She clicked it open and started to read…

  “You have My attention mystery-Angel, and large amounts of My interest. I think you would be satisfying to know. Keep those pretty eyes peeled for Me within the rooms, lady, as I will be watching for you.”

  DL x

  She read the message three times. It was a hell of a lot shorter than most, didn’t give much away, and she certainly didn’t know a “DL”! She clicked on his profile, recognising instantly he was one of the old school, been here for years, not really taking much notice of his picture until after she had read how he described himself. She enlarged his image, studied it closely. He was a big guy, and looked a little younger than his admitted 46 years (she put that down to his shaved head giving him an almost boyish quality) but his dark eyes gave clues to what was underneath that exterior, and she felt a chill (or was it a twitch?) while she sat there, wondering whether to reply or not. He had been polite enough, and her curiosity as to his reasons (apart from the usual) made her open her mail box and type a return.

  “Thank you for your interest Sir, this one is flattered.”

  She clicked on the little box next to the message board and selected her usual icon of a smiley face winking, added it to the message, and pressed send. A message instantly appeared in her inbox.

  “Bloody hell, that was quick!”

  She chuckled as she opened it, but it was from a friend in London.

  “Hiya Nics you missed a great show last night passionflower performed on stage with BrutalMaster boy did he beat her good she was limping all the way home but happy talk soon babe crystal.”

  Nicole laughed at the way Jenny (her real name) typed her messages exactly the way she spoke, like a machine gun with its trigger stuck! She had been tempted to go to that club in London, as she had always fancied dressing and parading in public. She had seen pictures of those kinds of places, and some of the outfits worn by BOTH sexes left little to the imagination. Making a mental note to keep an eye out for “crystal” if she came online, she returned to the general meet and greet in the chat room.

  She was contemplating signing off and heading for bed when the “You have mail” flag appeared in the corner of her screen. With a yawn she clicked it open.

  “The closing of one eye is a provocative gesture My little one, meaning different things in certain cultures that would get you into a whole heap of trouble. To aim that at One such as I could be your worst nightmare… or is that as intended? I shall keep an open mind on the matter, should you see Me in a room you have My permission to approach and talk. Do not be shy.”

  DLx

  She noted the use of the upper case M when he referred to himself, definite old school mannerisms that were dying out, but she liked the protocol and the way he spoke. He called her “My little one”, showing a proprietary ownership she wasn’t too happy with, but it also meant he was used to getting his own way, showed strength, and it attracted her. She opened his picture, studied it for a while and composed a possible reply in her mind, but a jaw-wrenching yawn made her say her goodbye to the chat room and head for bed. She lay there in the dark, in that comfortable state of near-sleep, a picture of a large man with a deep tan and shaved head floating through her subconscious.

  *

  Douglas Vaughan turned off his computer and headed out of his office. He was tired, the problems of the day (he had fired a guy for theft) weighing heavily on his brow. The fact that it had been very quiet online hadn’t been the boost he had been looking for, and on the drive home he wondered if he should change his tactics a little, be more approachable, maybe it would lead to what he needed.

  “Ah well,” he sighed to himself as he opened his front door, “as the lady said, tomorrow is another day…”

  First Contact

  Nicole’s morning followed its usual pattern; school run, shopping, housework, ironing watching the Jeremy Kyle Show, chatting to her mum on the phone, nothing extraordinary. She stopped at 12:30 and made herself a light lunch of salad with balsamic and olive oil dressing (the next diet had started) but instead of watching the lunchtime news, she went upstairs, to the small room she called her “study”, and logged on the computer. Not usually visiting the chat room at this time, she was interested in all the new names that were there, the usual blend of dramatic-sounding Doms (NightBlade, DangerMaster, EvilLord, etc) that made her chuckle when she looked at their pictures, wondering how on earth they considered themselves dangerous. There was a sprinkling of subs, none that she knew, but they greeted her warmly as a “sister” and included her in their off-screen chats in a private area where they laughed at the antics of the Doms. They all knew this was against protocol, but it was the element of naughtiness that all subs enjoyed because most were aware who controlled who.

  She was laughing at the description from a sub called “faerygirl” of her encounter with a new Dom. Michael, as she was really a he, was telling of their first meeting and how it had all ended with him actually taking over and “Domming” the so-called “AcidCommander”, and making him squeal when he bent him over and fucked him. She had just typed in “LOL” when a name appeared in the room:

  DL

  One of the other subs, a girl (a real one this time) posted an “Uh-oh here’s trouble!” causing her to quickly ask the question:

  “Why?”

  The girl responded.

  “Watch that DL, he’s tricky. He can be really nice, but if you push it, he has a way of making you feel small, and if you are not careful, you’ll find yourself being punished!”

  Nicole had not really considered being “punished” verbally in a chat room as something to worry about, but she knew some subs took it extremely seriously and they avoided it at all costs (hence her reputation for being a brat.)

  She told them he had contacted her but they had yet to speak and, with a few quiet “Be careful” messages sent her way, she returned her attention to the main chat. He was answering the greetings politely with “afternoon lady” or “Good Day Squire” depending if it was a sub or a Dom, so she added her own.

  “Good afternoon DL Sir”

  She watched the comment appear and waited.

  He replied.

  “And a good afternoon to you too lady mystery, I trust you are having a pleasant day in this wonderful world of ours?”

  She typed quickly:

  “I am Sir, and my sisters are keeping me entertained. If I may be so bold may I ask what brings You here today?”

  She smiled to herself at the leading question, and pouted at his reply.

  “I am bored lady, and need some light relief, and I know looking around the room that some of these insolent little subbies will provide that.”

  There were half a dozen mock-protests from the subs in the room, all pleading innocence, one or two openly defiant (waiting for him to choose them this afternoon, she thought with a little jealousy.) She quickly tried to keep his attention.

  She typed:

  “Bows her head. I am sure not all of us are here to cause you trouble Sir! If You would be so kind as give me an indication of how to relieve Your boredom this one will do her best.”

  She knew it was brazen, but she did not want to compete for his time any more than she had to.

  It worked.

  “mystery-Angel, how could an aged Dom such as I refuse that kind of offer? My private address is on My profile, contact Me there and W/we can talk without interruption.”

  He then typed:

  “Looks around the room. I expect no-one to follow U/us there!!”

  He had made it very clear they were not to be disturbed. She liked that. Nicole went to his profile and quickly scribbled down his private message address. Her heart was fluttering as she added it to her own as a contact, clicked on it, and waited for him to acknowledge her.

  And waited. After ten minutes she muttered “Self-centered bastard!” and was just about to leave when a message was posted.

  “I am sorry for the delay My
lady, business interrupted for a short while. You have My full attention now.”

  An apology! Not something she had expected as most Doms are so full of their own self-importance they rarely apologise for anything!

  “That is quite all right Sir, it is the middle of a working day and I am sure You must be very busy.”

  Once again as she typed she was aware it was a leading question, inviting him to explain about his work. He didn’t take the bait.

  “It was nothing. A phone call. Now My little mystery-Angel, what am I to make of you? You have been quite forward with your approach, and an offer to attend to My boredom is tantamount to giving yourself for My use?”

  She pondered for a few seconds, and then replied:

  “Forgive me Sir, I did not mean to give a bad impression or behave like a slut. If You remember Sir it was You who contacted me Sir (smiles) I was just trying to be helpful!”

  His reply made her stop and think. She would have to be careful with this one!

  “My lady, your apology is accepted with not a little regret (chuckles) as a slut would most definitely relieve My boredom! Methinks W/we should take a few steps back and take the time to get to know more about each other, and then if you wish you may be the sluttiest sub a Dom has ever had the good fortune to meet (smiles)”

  They talked for the rest of the afternoon, sometimes in riddles and suggestion, mostly in straightforward honesty. She was surprised how easy it was to express herself without recourse, he accepting her points of view on subjects without judgment, only once showing a warning sign in a reply. She had made the point about D/s relationships, and how they were not as they seemed, when he sent a curt reply.