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Introverted Dom

I never expected things to go this way, but life has alwaysthrown surprises my way. I have found myself, through no fault of my own, alone in my forties. Being an introvert I enjoyed the alone time for a while, but at some point I started wanting a sub in my life again. Having a sub in your life is a challenge for an introvert. Having someone in close physical space for long periods plus having to take control can be exhausting. I have to like or love them enough to have them in my space for long periods, and they need to know when to back off when I need my space. Finding someone that fits both makes me a picky Dom. To this end, I put an ad on the internet. Introvert Dom looking for sub was the title. I didn’t expect any response, at least not quickly. It didn’t describe much, just a few facts and my view on Dom/sub relationships. More than enough to fill the fields so I can start looking through the sub ads for myself. I was surprised when I got an email a week later without my prompting. Her name was Stacy, a young twenty two lady and curious about me. We connected quickly on many topics over a few weeks on email and later chat. All through the exchange, she kept calling me Sir, which I thought was cute. She didn’t insist on a pet name for her, and I didn’t feel like I knew her enough to give her one. She was an assertive one, and was clearly wanted to be not just a sub, but owned and controlled. While not my thing, she made it easy to do online with little tasks and ...

... punishments. Nothing big or tasking, but every one she did she was more appreciative and submissive to me in her email and chat. One day I just shut down and didn’t log in. This happens from time to time with me as I get overloaded with personal interactions, and she texted my phone to make sure I was alright. “I am having a down day,” I told her. “If you were having a down day, and I wanted attention and I did not stop, I want to know what you would do.” She asked in a mischievous voice. I smiled, because this was happening now and it was good time to deal with it. “Well, if you didn’t leave me alone when I warned you, you would be put in your cage with a book, water, and food until I was ready to deal with you.” “I hope there are pillows in there," she said with a snarky tone, then wished me goodnight. I smiled when I put down the phone, she had passed a test I didn’t know I needed. Most of our exchanges where that pleasant. She was a bit innocent, but after that phone call she didn’t balk at anything I suggested. From kinky sex to punishment, she accepted them all in text, and showed results in unasked for pictures. If she would do them in person I would have to wait to see, but she seemed eager to learn and please. I wanted to take this slow though, both to ease me back into being a Dom and to give her plenty of time to think it through. After weeks of emails, chats, and pics, she wanted to meet on Friday. “I feel like you are the one,” she wrote me. I didn’t see the harm; we ...