Trials and Tribulations
Your Instructor is Professor Taltos
Hello again! Well to start with I feel I must thank
Ms. McCaffrey for taking the last class for me. As you know I was down with a
nasty bout of the flu. I do hope you enjoyed your time with her. She is one of
my favorite assistants and tells a pretty good story. But I am all better now
and it’s time to carry on with our program. Hopefully there won’t be any
other interruptions. Lets carry one to lesson eight then.
When we left off in lesson seven I was bumbling my way
through an encounter with a nice young man. His handle was *Sir Knight *. Now I
will, once again, apologize for the lengths that my lessons seem to be taking.
As you know by now I am a woman. As Prof. Taltos I find I feel secure and able
to just let go and have fun.
Believe me there is major fun to be had in chat rooms.
Provided you, as I have already mentioned, use a little common sense and tread
softly before you trust anyone. I mean lets face it Ladies and Gentlemen, every
one of us has wanted to become someone else even for a little while. Remember
when you go to chats this the place we can all go to be whomever we wish to be.
And in my opinion there is nothing wrong with having fun, just please be
careful.
Anyway as I said as Prof. Taltos I find I seem to be
cloaked in a safety net of anonymity. As *SirKnight*
had requested I had gone to the place called Gor. An amazing place and a
wonderful world of creatures and adventures to be had by all. However I really
didn’t seem to belong there. I had a great visit with some really sharp
people. And I have been blessed with finding another place to have wonderful
adventures whenever I want.
But I simply am not a subservient type of person.
Don’t misunderstand me I very much enjoy a nice round of bad boy pounces on
sweet innocent girl. I have no problem behaving when commanded by my master to
do so. Or getting lost in my mind and being rescued by a hero. These things are
all great fun and if done right (this one is for you gals out there) you may
even be able to get your tense mate to relax and share some of his fantasies
too.
I enjoy all these things from time to time. But I
can’t function in a world completely as a slave or solely as any one
character. I have a whole lot of characters that live within my mind. For me
variety is truly the spice of life. I have found that in some of the rooms the
fantasies are taken to the extreme. Once again I will say if that’s your cup
of tea, more power to you. What goes on behind closed doors is between whomever
wishes to be there. As long as it’s legal and no one gets hurt.
I had a great time in the world of Gor. I met people
who were more than happy to share their feelings and beliefs with me. Even
though they knew I wasn’t really one of them they were very kind and extremely
helpful to me. I left the world of Gor a little wiser and a few friends richer.
Who can ask for any more than that?
When I reported back to *SirKnight*
he wasn’t in the least bit surprised at my discoveries about myself. We talked
well in the wee hours of the morning. He told about his world, his friends, his
likes and dislikes. He told of lovers he has had and ones he would like to have.
I was flattered when he asked, for the last time, if I would consider trying to
be a slave for a while with him as my master. And I was grateful that he seemed
to understand that I knew what made me happy.
However, I will admit my dear friends, I did allow
myself to be convinced to stay and chat for a little while. I was happy to have
some time to play with my newfound friend. And play is the only way to describe
it. I was once again transported to a place he managed to create in my mind.
This place quickly became as real to me as the world I wake up to each day.
Believe it or not in some mysterious way, as if he was
taking me by the hand, this young man took me to a place where he was allowed to
command his desires. And I was allowed to let my guard down for a little while
and enjoy letting someone else take the lead. I soon found myself wanting to
listen to his demands and try to please him. He wasn’t perverse in any way. He
didn’t push me too far.
As my *SirKnight*
stroked my hair, he talked in soft tones of his need to have a sweet pet like me
at his feet. He complimented and flattered me, making me forget I was a slave
and feel the pleasure of just being a sexual creature for a little while. It was
fantastic. I imagined him, dark and powerful. I felt his breath on my face as he
kissed me roughly. I could almost feel his big arms around me; it made me feel
safe and secure. I remember wondering if all slaves had this sensation? I
didn’t fight back when he pushed me down on the big overstuffed bed in his
chambers.
I hate to admit that I found myself wanting to return
time and again but I never went back. Our final goodbye was final. We both knew
that. I didn’t come to find a lover I had come to find some answers. But I
have to say; damn I love my work! I frequently question how good of a writer I
really am but I do know I really enjoy my work. I’m not talking just about
cyber-sex. Everything I write about is special to me but once in a while you get
a bonus. Cyber-sex has been a big bonus to me.
My lesson summary for today is; don’t be guilty of
judging others. What may seem deviant or warped to some may be fun to others. As
I say, as long as its legal, what the hell. I went in to the chat room convinced
I would hate being a slave to any man. I have always been sure of what I wanted
in the bedroom. But being a save for a night was fun and erotic. So if being as
slave not just for a night but always, is what makes you happy, then that’s
what you should do. Don’t ever let those who want to judge you steer you away
from your true sexual needs.
I personally think it’s unhealthy to deny your real
feelings. If by chance you may have some things that need to be dealt with, you
will never do so if you don’t acknowledge them first. On the other hand if you
have desires that you never tell anyone about, you are denying yourself a chance
to actually experience them.
As I continue down the road to cyber-sex, I know I am
learning and growing with each step. I almost closed my mind to being a slave
because I never took the time to look into it. Discovering this is making me
wonder how many other things I have missed because I didn’t bother to try
them. I hear my little voice telling me to make sure I practice what I preach
when it comes to this. “Tread softly!” It whispers to me. This is good
advice; hopefully I will listen to my little voice this time.
I want to mention that when I started to think about
doing ‘Cyber-sex’ I sat my mate down and asked for his input. He knows that
I will never just go off and do something without first having a sit down with
him. I may decide to go against his wishes, if I feel it’s important enough.
But generally he is reasonable and hopefully so am I. we usually agree on most
things.
When it came to ‘cyber-sex’ he had no objections.
He trusts and believes in me. This fact endears him so much to me. It makes my
life so much nicer and a really fun place to live in. Even so however I had a
problem at first. Perhaps it’s because I have a firm belief that if your doing
something behind your mates back then your cheating on them. It may not be a
sexual thing but your still cheating on their faith in you to be honest and
open.
I have had a few encounters with a few men in the chat
rooms. One night as I curled up with my mate I asked him if he thought I was
cheating in any way. I tell him about my adventures. I don’t tell all the
details. He isn’t me and he doesn’t necessarily have the same interest I do
in the subject. But I do tell him of what I am writing and sometimes he reads
it. Somehow though I was confused as to why I felt a little bad. He understood
this fact so easily I admired his ability to think so clearly.
As my mate and I sat discussing my small dilemma he
asked me when I was in the chat rooms and having a nice experience with someone
what did I see in my mind? What did the hero of my fantasy do or say? What did
he look like and was it the same man each time in my mind? I told him the man
was always the same but the circumstances were different. When I looked at him
he had the cheekiest look on his mug. He then asked me to describe my fantasy
lover to him. I was about half way through my description when I realized he was
laughing at me. Offended at his attitude I asked him what was so damn funny. To
this day he claims the man I described is him. My mate has a big ego, I think.
But I never denied it. If I had it would have been a fib. And I’m very glad my
mate knows the truth. Our talk made me feel a lot better. But that’s no
surprise, our talks always do.
I guess the moral of this story is; if your ever lucky
enough to really fall in love, your fantasy lover will of course be like your
mate in real life. Unless, of course, you have settled for less than your
fantasy in real life. In that case it isn’t really love, is it? Of course this
is just my opinion.
I think I have once again taken up enough of your time
for now. I think next time we should deal with a few of the issues that can make
some chat rooms touchy places to go to. It isn’t necessarily fun and games
everywhere in chat land. Not all of my adventures in chat land have been that
nice. But with a little common sense I have managed to stay out of trouble. I
hope to pass a little of what I have learnt on to you.
Until then this is Professor Taltos signing off.
A few more acronyms for you.
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Lyk =
let you know
afaik = as far as I know
Cul8r = see you later
me2 = me too
Jmho = just my humble opinion
iswym = I see what you mean
Qt = cutie
nnito = not necessarily in that order
Toh = the other half
rtfm = read the flipping manual
Vbg = very big grin
w2f = way too funny
I would like to point out that I don’t make up the
acronyms; I just pass them on.
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