Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  “My lady, do not be fooled by the talk of others. Granted in most cases this is true; however there are always exceptions to the rule. Should W/we meet then you will quickly come to realise that My word is inviolate and I will not tolerate insolence or disobedience. Apart from that I’m a nice guy (smile)”

  While she was pondering this she glanced at the time.

  “Jesus Christ!!! It’s 3 o’clock!!”

  She quickly sent him the message she had to dash off to pick her son up from school, and logged off without waiting for a reply. She charged downstairs, searched frantically for her car keys, and flew out the front door without locking it behind her. He son was kicking at the dust around his feet when she arrived at the school, luckily only a couple of minutes late.

  “I’m sorry love” she said, “I’ve been terribly busy and I quite forgot the time!”

  “Its okay mum” he said, “I know how hard you work keeping the house clean and washing and stuff.”

  She had the good grace to blush as she pulled out into the traffic.

  Later that evening, after her son had gone to bed, she poured a large glass of wine and headed for the study. When she appeared in the chat room one of her friends instantly contacted her and invited her into the private area. Without preamble they launched into questions.

  “Come on then, spill the beans! What’s he like? What did you talk about? Is he as scary as they say? What did you find out about him? What does he do? Are you gonna chat again?…”

  The list came thick and fast!!

  She laughed as she answered each one, but then became aware of a fact she had overlooked. Whilst he had been attentive, courteous, witty and polite he had actually told her absolutely nothing about himself! She passed this on to her friend, who replied after a few seconds pause.

  “Nic, I have heard some tales about DL, not all of them good. Yes they all say he is nice and charming blah blah blah but I have heard some scary stuff as well. I’ve never spoken to someone who has met him, but the word is when you do you’d better be prepared, as he doesn’t take any prisoners!”

  She asked where that had come from, but her friend just said it was stuff she’d heard in the rooms when talking to other subbies, but no-one seemed to admit that they had met him, just what they had been told.

  “So it’s not necessarily true then?”

  Nicole felt defensive.

  “It might just be rumour-mongering by subbies?”

  Her friend admitted that was true, but came up with the old chestnut; there’s no smoke without fire!

  Nicole laughed at that, told her friend she’d be extra careful, and yes, she’d spill the beans if she talked to him again!

  With that her private message paged blinked at her.

  “Shit he’s here! Catch you later!”

  “I hope all is well with your son My lady? I fear I kept you talking for too long earlier, remiss of Me but I just can’t resist a pretty face (smile)”

  She liked the way he typed the expressions into his chat, it gave her more of a sense of what he was actually saying and thinking.

  “It was my fault really Sir, I should have kept an eye on the clock. And thank you for the compliment.”

  “Bloody hell Nic,” she thought, “fishing again!!”

  This time he did take the bait.

  “It is a statement of fact as I see it My lady, nothing more. When you feel comfortable I would like to see more of you if you have other pictures. The one on your profile is lovely, but it only whets the appetite!”

  “How the hell did he manage that!” she thought to herself, “He’s turned a compliment into a request, and put me on the spot! If I turn him down I risk offending him, and if I send him more then he’ll have the advantage. Shit! Crafty bastard!”

  She gave a cagey reply.

  “I shall see if I have others that will please you Sir. I wouldn’t like to send you anything that might not be up to your standards (smiles shyly)”

  His reply made her sit up.

  “Very clever My lady, the right amount of promise without any commitment! I like that very much, you intrigue Me more now with brains as well as beauty! I think it will be very interesting to get to know you a lot better My mystery-Angel, but I shall try not to be impatient. And ignore those stories you have been told, they know nothing of Me.”

  Nicole frowned at this last bit. How did he know? Maybe he has a pet subbie who gives him the gossip? She made a mental note not to talk openly in the chat rooms with others, just those who she can trust.

  “I will make my own judgments Sir; I do not listen to gossip.”

  She bit her lip at the fib she had told, and hoped it sounded sincere.

  Obviously not.

  *laughs* “Of cause you don’t My lady, I knew that! Now, I must cut our chat short this evening as I am expecting a guest…”

  Nicole glanced at the clock. It was after 10. Who would be coming round at this time of night if not…

  “… and I have a busy day tomorrow. I would like to talk to you further lady, is tomorrow evening ok?”

  “I will be here Sir.”

  She knew her reply was a little cool, but didn’t care. Who was going round? Why so late? Does he have a real-time partner?

  He signed off.

  “Until tomorrow it is then My lady. Take care and be well mystery-Angel. X “

  Nicole logged off her computer and sat looking at the blank screen.

  “You silly cow,” she said to herself, “you know nothing about this guy and yet you’re wondering who’s going round to his house!!”

  She drained the last of her wine, turned the lights out in her study and prepared for bed. She lay for a long time thinking about what had happened today. “Well!” she said to herself as she rolled over, “you wanted to push some barriers, and maybe this one will give you the necessary nudge!”

  As she fell asleep, a little voice whispered in her mind: “But what kind of a nudge?”

  *

  Douglas Vaughan turned off his computer, left his home office and moved through to the back of the house. He loved this old place, the size and grandeur spoke to him of times past. His few friends told him it was way too large, as a successful single guy he didn’t need seven bedrooms and umpteen bathrooms, just a suave sophisticated apartment in the city. He would often roam through the rooms in the middle of the night, all in darkness, and listen to the creaks and groans as the building cooled and settled after a warm day. He was sure he could hear it breathing, but he was also sure he spent too much time on his own!

  Tonight had shown some promise, he sensed he had the attention of someone who would feed then satisfy his growing desires, but he would need to be calm and collected, give them time to understand him, then they would give him what he wanted. It had been quite a while since his last encounter with an online conquest (he used this term to de-personalise those he encountered) and his desires had grown to the point of being unbearable. He had tried to satisfy himself with a “normal” relationship (referred to as “Vanilla” within the LifeStyle) but she had proven too clingy and kept asking: “Where are we going with this relationship?” until the time he had answered: “Nowhere!” and shown her the door. He preferred the no-strings “We both know what we are here for” simplicity of LifeStyle encounters as they gave him the scope his imagination (and libido) craved.

  Walking down the sweeping staircase, his mind wandering, Douglas Vaughan pictured himself in his favourite situation. He no longer saw the darkened house but visions of leather, chains, whips and crops, heard moans and screams, smelt sex and blood, semen and sweat. By the time he found himself in his lounge, he had an honest-to-goodness steel hard-on pushing through his suit pants.

  “Hail Mary!” he chuckled to himself when he looked down, “Let me at her!”

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 2

  ***

  Be Careful What You Wish For…

  Each day for the next two weeks Nicole followed the sam
e routine; school run, housework, chat room around 12:30, school run, chat room after her son was in bed. She found she was looking forward to talking with DL more and more. The last two days she was at her computer at 11:45, waiting for him to appear. He had gently teased some more pictures out of her, and had enthused over each one as though it were a Renoir or Monet, to the point of her nearly offering to pose for some “special” ones for him! She also knew she had him hooked a little, her innate wiles picking up on signals he gave in unguarded moments. Guarded was a good word for him she thought, he gave very little away, but she knew he was playing her expertly and quietly to the time when he would drop the inevitable question: where and when to meet.

  It came in a manner that surprised her in its simplicity and outright motive. They were passing the time in his private chat area one evening when he switched tack completely.

  “I have something to confess My little Angel”

  It came out of the blue.

  She paused, unsure of what he meant, unsure she really wanted to hear a confession if it were of a certain kind…

  “You have no need to confess anything to me Sir, what you do is none of my concern unless You make it so.”

  His reply left no doubt.

  “This concerns you Angel. I need to smell you. I want to taste you. I want to feel your skin. It is time for U/us to meet. I shall send you a list of dates available to Me, choose one that is suitable for you and return it to Me by 06:00 pm tomorrow. Is that understood?”

  She felt the blood leave her face, then return super-heated to the extent she had to open a window and take long, deep breaths.

  “Is that understood?”

  So much for patience! She sat back in her chair, mind whirling, and composed a long and hopefully subtle rejection that would not offend him, and yet keep him interested. She looked at the message as it appeared on the screen.

  “Yes.”

  Her hands flew to her face. “Omigod omigod omigod… … what have I just done?” She squealed at herself, not believing she had said that.

  “Good girl, the list is on its way. When I receive a confirmation I will give you further instructions on how W/we will conduct the meeting. I have to go now so don’t forget… 06:00 pm tomorrow. I will be back here an hour after that time. Be safe and well for Me little Angel. X.”

  “You can’t just fuck off and leave now you bastard!!!” she screamed at the computer, and then remembered she had left the window open and dropped to her knees in case any of the neighbours were listening! She stayed in that position for a full 15 minutes, not sure how she felt: scared, exhilarated, numb, tingly… she felt totally overwhelmed.

  “Shit! Fuck! Is it too late to back out? Do I want too? I need a glass of wine… or three!”

  She went into her kitchen, poured a glass of white wine, swallowed it in 5 seconds, realised it was the last she had, opened a bottle of red and found a bigger glass. She walked through her lounge, out her patio doors into the garden, and shivered in the cool wind that rattled the broken fence.

  “I need to get that fixed,” she sighed.

  Nicole opened the email he had sent at 05:00 pm the following day. It was the soonest she could muster up enough courage, the deadline forcing her hand.

  “Bloody hell!” she muttered, “some of these dates seem a bit soon!”

  She opened the calendar on her computer. “That one, the weekend, that would be the best!” Picking the phone up Nicole called her mum, and somehow wheedled her into playing babysitter for the whole two days!! Promising undying love and endless niceties, she hung up, and composed her reply. The clock said 05:30, so she had beaten the deadline. When she pressed send she felt as though something moved deep within her, a slightly unpleasant wriggle within her guts.

  It was cut short by her son shouting for her, something that sounded like it had the words “cat” and “fridge” in it. She hurried downstairs.

  The image of her cat covered in yoghurt had only just dissipated when she returned to the computer at 07:15. Her son had been a little fretful when it came time for bed, concerned that Billy cat would need an operation to repair his fur. It had made her late, so she bit her lip when she logged on and found him waiting.

  “Thank you for taking the time to join Me Angel, you have performed a little better than expected, and have pleased Me somewhat. The date you have picked is perfect as it will give U/us time to prepare. I will send you a letter with details of what you shall do, so email Me your address after W/we finish. W/we shall not talk online from now until after the day of O/our meeting, but I have sent you My personal mobile number for you to call at 08:00 pm the night before. Do not use it before that time My Angel. You will not regret taking this step little one, it will be the first of many encounters I am sure W/we will enjoy”.

  And then he was gone.

  *

  Two days later it arrived, and when she opened the envelope she sat nervously on the edge of her sofa, and read through it several times, each time her hands shaking a little more.

  It was headed: “Instructions”.

  She read:

  “I will be arriving at exactly 08:30 pm Saturday. These instructions must be followed to the letter. Any breach, or even perceived breach, will be treated very harshly My Angel, so follow them carefully.

  You will bathe at 06:00 pm, after which you will towel dry yourself carefully, and prepare yourself in the following manner. Your hair you will dry, leaving it loose. You will apply your make-up EXACTLY as it appears in the first picture I saw of you. Pay attention to your eyes. Make them as perfect as they first appeared to Me (not very difficult). Your lipstick will be the dark red of the second picture. You will then dress at exactly 07:00 pm in the items provided in the parcel that will be with you tomorrow. You will wear nothing else. NOTHING else. Dress slowly and carefully in the order each item is numbered.

  After each item I want you to stand in front of your mirror and look at yourself. You will imagine that what you see is exactly what I will see when each item is removed in reverse order.

  Enjoy the way you look. I will.

  At 08:00 pm you will go to your lounge with the five parcels that will arrive the day after the first. You will place a dining chair at the opposite side of the room to the door, facing that door. Four feet in front of that chair you will place two cushions.

  Two feet from them you will place a third. That is your place, with your back to the door. You will kneel on the cushion, and open parcels numbered 2-5, taking each object you find within and placing it in front of you in a line. Parcel No. 6 you will leave until 08:20 pm, whereupon you will open it and follow the instructions within. Then you will wait.”

  She lowered the letter, and sat absorbing its contents. She looked down, shocked to see her thighs trembling, and cursing the man, she stood and hurried to the kitchen, a strong cup of coffee her goal.

  *

  The parcels had duly arrived, and were now occupying a space on the shelf in her wardrobe from where they mocked her each time she opened the door. Three times she had taken them down, prodding and shaking them like a child at Christmas, but each time she had returned them unopened.

  It was Friday night, and she sat watching the clock complete a full ten minutes until it showed 08:00 pm. She had not spoken with him before, so tonight was a big step in itself. It took two attempts for her trembling fingers to dial the right number.

  He answered on the first ring.

  “Hello Angel, I get to hear you at last.”

  His voice was deep, husky yet resonant, no trace of an accent she could detect but she sensed he was smiling.

  “And I you Sir.”

  She winced at the sound of her own voice; it was trembling and high pitched, making her sound like an excited schoolgirl.

  “Are you ready little Angel? Did everything arrive as it should?”

  “It did Sir,” she replied, “but as to being ready, well…”

  He chuckled, and his voice took on a
softer tone; she could almost feel him lean closer to her.

  “If you have reservations My Angel, I will understand, but once W/we have started the process I will not be denied, so say so now.”

  She had somehow managed to convince him, despite her heart beating to the point of pain. He had wished her goodnight, and left her with a quiet “see you tomorrow”.

  *

  She tried to fill the rest of the evening with episodes of some gory program about people who solve crimes by cutting up bodies and peering into microscopes, but she couldn’t concentrate. She drank too much wine, hated herself for being weak, then drank too much coffee and sat miserably in the kitchen, waiting for the antacid to do its job. By midnight she couldn’t keep her eyes open, so wobbled unsteadily up to bed.

  She woke briefly in the dead hours of the morning, feeling cold sweat on her skin, pulling the duvet up under her chin. It was only a dream, he wouldn’t do that to her…

  Smoke and Mirrors

  After a fretful night peppered with strange and highly erotic images, she tried to fill her day with mundane chores. She had cleaned just about everywhere to within an inch of its life, and prepared the furniture and cushions as described, when her gaze fell on the clock.

  05:50 pm.

  “Oh my God” she whispered, and went upstairs.

  She had bathed and finished her hair, and taken one last look in the mirror to check her make-up. Smiling softly to herself she sat on the corner of the bed, parcel number 1 on her lap.

  Carefully opening the paper, she found it contained four smaller parcels. She picked one out. It had a number 2 on it. She quickly found number 1 and tore it open.