She's here now. Naked, scared, even shivering a bit from nervousness. It isn't from cold; I've made sure the room is warm. When her nipples turn rock hard I want to know that it's from me. From what I am about to do to her, not from an errant cool breeze. I arrange the floggers, the nipple clamps and the canes. I'm ready. I look into her eyes and I see fear. She looks back and tries to cover the fear with defiance, even anger. Not very convincing, considering her position on the St. Andrew's Cross. Yes, she's here now. Finally. After months of talk, calls, IM's and every other conceivable form of communication, she's here...and I am ready.

It started innocently enough, in an adult chat room on a popular website catering to kinky people such as us. A couple of friendly exchanges, followed by more and more sharing of who we really were. Trust comes, slowly at first and more intensely later. She always played coy, claiming she was not really into BDSM. That was the only thing s...

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