The Interview (closed for CuteBrat)

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[CuteBrat]

OOC: She is 25, has a good job, lots of friends, and a nice boyfriend, Michael. She is fit and trim from running, not very experienced. She's had a few vanilla partners, nothing too adventurous. She loves her boyfriend and enjoys sex with him, but something is missing. She is not quite sure what it is. She masturbates often but is ashamed by her fantasies of being controlled, dominated, forced to fulfill a man's every desire, no matter how wanton or depraved. She has never told anyone about her fantasies.

IC:

She turned out the light and lay back on to her pillow, but she found she couldn’t sleep. She wondered why she was so frustrated with her boyfriend. She liked him a lot - he was nice-looking, sweet, treated her well, and he was a considerate lover.

“Maybe too considerate,” she thought. Maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe he always turned the lights off because he just assumed she would want the lights off, or maybe he thought it wasn’t “gentlemanly” to make love with all the lights on. And maybe that was why he always asked her permission before he climaxed. He was just so... so... polite.

“But why would that be frustrating?” she thought to herself. “He’s just very ... considerate. And considerate is good.”

She had left her laptop on the bed, so she opened it up and began surfing the web absently. Some celebrities were filing for divorce, some were checking into rehab, and some were doing both. She hadn’t done any social networking lately, so she logged in to see what her friends were up to. Some of her friends were posting pictures of themselves, some were posting how busy they were with their jobs and families, and some were doing both. She yawned as she scrolled through the postings and was just about to close the window when one caught her eye:

“OMG - Best. Personal. Ever. LOL” It had been posted by someone Victoria barely knew, a casual acquaintance at work. The post linked to another huge site that was mostly a bare-bones listing of classified ads and job listings, but it did have a small personals section. She clicked on the link and the personal ad her friend had linked was kind of funny - it was from some woman offering a blowjob to any man who would do her dishes and laundry.

“Not bad, but I didn’t El-Oh-El,” she said to herself. She noticed that the personal was part of “casual encounters,” a section of the website she had never visited before. Out of curiosity, she clicked on the link to look at some of the other personals.

As she began to scroll down the list of links, she smiled. It seemed that all of the women posters were hookers and all of the men posters were completely clueless about how to attract women. “Ah, yes,” she thought to herself. “What could be more romantic than pictures of strange penises.” She chuckled to herself as she scrolled farther down the page, and then she noticed one post - a post that stood out simply because it wasn’t in all caps and didn’t end with exclamation points:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.”

She leaned forward and felt her heart beat a little quicker as she read the words again. She wasn’t even sure she knew what they meant, but she knew she wanted to find out. She clicked the link to open the full post:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.

One of my subs is moving out of state and I am interviewing candidates to replace her. I am looking for a young, fit woman who wants to explore her submissive side. This is not about pain or humiliation, but about absolute power and pure lust.

If you are interested, send a picture of yourself to me. If I am interested, I will contact you to arrange an interview. There will be no sexual contact at the interview and no expectation or obligation after the interview.

If I choose you, however, you will learn to embrace your inner slut.”

"you will learn to embrace your inner slut" I snorted at the wording of the ad. The guy had chutzpah, you had to give him that. I wondered if it really worked with any chicks. Probably not.

I laughed at the pathetic loser who probably wrote the ad as I clicked away from the page, looking guiltily around to make sure no one had seen me. Which, being that I was alone, was a bit silly.

I went about my day. But I found myself pulled back to the computer, back to the ad. I laughed at it again. But I also found part of me wondering.....was it maybe for real? Of course not. That was silly.

I think it was mainly to prove to myself that this was just a big cyber joke that I found myself sitting by the keyboard....the 5th or 6th time I had pulled out the ad....shocked to see my fingers typing out a reply. It took forever for me to choose which picture to send. Something sexy. But not over the top. Not too revealing. But not too conservative. Finally I just picked something...and without giving myself a chance to change my mind, hit "Send".....

 

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