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contacting her on a dating site,
there’d be all sorts of crazy-ass, hidden-agenda rules to consider.
    But MySecretMaster wasn’t for dating. Not in the least. He
clicked on the button that would allow her request, ready to respond with the
standard welcome greeting. Chris stared at her screen name and tried not to
grimace.
    It could have used a little more thought. Every Dom, whether
experienced, apprenticing or just hopeful, would be chatting her up.
    CURIOUS2aFault.
    He reset the Options to alert him to new chat
messages and plopped down on the couch, killing the volume on the television.
“Curious, Izzi? Let’s just see how much.”
    * * * * *
    Welcome to MySecretMaster,
CURIOUS2aFault!
    Isabel stared at the email until her eyes hurt then, with
more than a little trepidation she clicked on the text, prepared to read the
note. It was a standard greeting email. It outlined the basics, urged her to
ask questions since the Dom On Call was there for her benefit.
    She hadn’t thought about the fact there might be more than
one of them and her excitement suddenly plummeted. How would she know which one
had been at the bar? She couldn’t very well ask something like that on a public
loop. While she wanted to protect her privacy, she wouldn’t dream of intruding
on his. A link at the bottom of the email would take her directly to the chat,
maybe she should just click on that and go for broke. She glanced at the clock.
Half past five in the morning. She doubted anyone was up asking questions this
early and clicked over to the loop.
    Join me in extending a warm
welcome to the following new members: MJfromRNC, beachyone, LEGALEAGLE1958, and
CURIOUS2aFault. Remember chat etiquette and patience at all times. Anyone
comfortable sharing their first-time chat story with our newbies will be
registered for a $15 gift card!
    Isabel stared at the lines of greetings that followed the
post. There were a handful of stories outlining first chats, most of them
conveying at least a small sense of the apprehension she was feeling but all
proclaimed high praise for the members and, most importantly, MSMaster. She
read post after post and got the feeling there was only one Dom and he was a
god among men. She wondered if he ever offered to train personally and the
impropriety of that seeped into her body and made her shiver. What the hell was
she thinking?
    She sent a quick note of thanks to the group in general,
answering some of the more innocuous questions, such as how long she’d been
curious and if she’d ever had any incidences of bondage in the past. Was it the
BD she was interested in specifically or more the D/s? Or was it SM? Fifteen
minutes later she had searched online for each pairing of terms so she knew
what exactly was being asked and sent specific replies to the ones who had
asked particular questions.
    Never before had she given much thought to what she actually
liked. It wasn’t the S&M stuff, that much was certain. She had learned she
didn’t mind a little discomfort or the occasional jolt of pain, as long as it
was followed by a soothing, reciprocally rewarding motion. Her fantasies
revolved around being bound and her inability to get away from her tormentor.
Just the thought made her a bit tingly and she pushed away from the computer,
intent on making a cup of tea.
    Good morning, CURIOUS. You’re up
early J
    It was from him—MSMaster. She leaned forward and typed a
quick reply but, unsure how to address him, she hesitated. She typed another
sentence and sent it:
    Good morning. I’m an early
riser. And I don’t know how to address you. My apologies. Thank you for
accepting my request.
    His reply was quick.
    Not to worry. You may call me
MSM or just Master if you wish. I won’t take you to task. Not yet, at least,
lol. And a suggestion, you should go into the Options area and create a
signature line so you don’t have to sign each message by hand. People like to
see a signature.
    Isabel smiled and typed, deciding it