Part I: Michael
Looking back, he still kicked himself sometimes. So much time wasted. Years and years. Searching in all the wrong places. When in the end it was all so simple. The solution was always right in front of him. In retrospect you always wonder why you didn't come up with that brilliant idea sooner. On the other hand, maybe he had needed all that time to develop his ideas. Mature his thoughts. Had it materialised too soon, perhaps it would have all have gone wrong. Who knows. He used that thought to comfort himself. To rationalize his time in the doldrums. But more than a decade? Fuck!
The first object of his impure desires was a girl at his highschool called Ina. Her father was from the Philippines, her mother from his native Sweden. They had settled in a town about 100 miles from Stockholm and had two beautiful daughters, Elena and Ina. Mixing races usually makes for good looking people, and that certainly was the case here too. Elena was in his grade. She was quite pretty, and for a while he had a crush on her, until she hooked up with one of his friends. Ina however was beyond pretty. She had that slightly mysterious, serene beauty that women from the East sometimes have. Almond shaped, dark brown eyes. Long, straight, jet black hair, fine oriental features, whiter than white teeth. And, not hard to spot from underneath the habitual jeans and t-shirt, a great body. She and her sister were in his circle of friends. They were part of a large, popular and generally happy group of teenagers who hung out at school, and on weekends went to cafe's and bars, clubs and parties, where they danced, drank and smoked weed. So after Elena was out of the picture he focussed his attention on her younger sister. He even managed to have her come over to his house a couple of times, alone. They spent time in his room, talking, listening to music, drinking tea. But that was as close to her as he ever got. He was at that age too insecure to make a move. Rejection would have been fatal, the end of his life as he knew it, the eternal shame too much to bear. And she wasn't interested anyway. She never gave him the slightest hint or encouragement. She preferred older boys, with mopeds or - even better - cars.
In his teenage fantasies however, things were different. In his mind, at the end of their evening in his room she would end up on his bed, naked, on her elbows and knees, face down, waiting for him to fuck her from behind. But he wouldn't. Instead, he would pick up a smooth, white dildo, dip it in a bowl with some creamy, oily substance and without any warning push it in one slow, deliberate movement all the way into her cute, tight little asshole. She'd bury her face in the pillow and scream a muffled scream, arch her beautiful, olive colored back some more, and claw her fingernails into the matress. But she wouldn't move. She'd remain in that lovely, humiliating position. Gorgeous ass high up from the bed. He would keep the dildo all the way in, slowly lean over and whisper in her ear: “You like that, don't you?”
She'd whisper back just one word, barely audible: “Pain.”
“I know. It's good isn't it?”
She'd just nod.
He would then continue to fuck her tight, virgin little ass with the dildo. Slowly at first, with long, deliberate movements, opening her up a little bit more with every push. With one hand he'd hold her down by her neck, pushing her face into the pillow. With the other hand he would hold the dildo and fuck her, faster and faster until she'd have a violent orgasm, trembling, shaking and crying. Tears running down her cheeks. After a while she'd turn her face and look up at him with a mixture of shock, pain, gratitude and intense sexual arousal. So beautiful. It was a picture he could still, after all these years, conjure up in an instance.
The fantasy would always stop there. Mostly because that would be enough to make him come, the hormones racing at the speed of light through his teenage body. But also because any additional mental picture would break the magic. Like this, the fantasy was complete. Less is sometimes more.
His highschool years weren't the best of times when it came to sex, in spite of being quite popular. There were some fleeting encouters, kissing and feeling and fingering and a few blowjobs, but nothing more. It took him long to build up his confidence. He only lost his virginity at 18, just a few months before going off to university in Stockholm. It was a one night stand with a pretty 22 year old nurse who had somehow ended up at a highschool graduation party. Everybody slept over that night, and they ended up doing it on the couch in the living room of whoever gave the party. They were both quite drunk, and she gently and generously helped him getting it all done, realizing this was his first time but being kind enough not to say anything about it. It was a little awkward, it always is the first time of course, but even more so because halfway through the lady of the house came down the stairs, walked right past them to the kitchen and then back again with something to eat in her hands. With his cock still inside her they pretended to be sleeping in each others arms, on top of each other actually, only covered by a light sheet. When the woman was gone they giggled bit and then continued fucking as if nothing had happened.
Everything changed when he went to university. Over the summer between school and college he somehow transformed from a handsome but skinny, slightly insecure boy into a splendid young man: tall, blond, blue eyed and full of confidence. His summer job logging wood had toned and tanned his body. Some of his schoolmates hardly recognised him when they saw him again at the university introduction week. One the first day of that week he ended up in bed with Britt, a petite, cute brunette with massive tits whom he fucked five times that night. She was the first of a long, long line of girls he slept with during those student years. There were lots of one night stands. Some girlfriends stayed on for a couple of weeks or months, and he had one more or less serious relationship that lasted a year and a half. But he was too restless, never completely satisfied, always looking for something new. Quite a lot of the girls became friends with benefits. He would see them once in a while, running into them randomly or going on a date, and more often than not ended up having sex with them. His Olympic achievement with Britt on that first night of the academic year had given him quite a reputation. Lots of girls wanted to experience that for themselves, and he was all too happy to accommodate them. Hardly a night would go by without him having sex. After his years in the doldrums in highschool it was now the opposite; he could get almost any girl he wanted.
And yet something was missing. He would have many more fantasies like the one about Ina, all through high school and university. Without exception they included dominant men (usually himself, sometimes others) and submissive women. Having lots of sex didn't change that. On the contrary, it only inspired him. But he never found a real kindred spirit, a soulmate, a girl who would let him turn his imagination into reality. For sure, some of his girlfriends liked a bit of kinky stuff. Britt was one of them. She enjoyed being tied up and blindfolded; the idea of submitting control and not knowing or being able to see what was going to happen next excited her. A little spanking was fine too. But when one day he took his belt and whipped her ass a few times she freaked out, even though he didn't do it all that hard. She wasn't impressed. They kept seeing each other after that night, but the boundary had been set and he never crossed it again. Other girls had different kinky preferences, and that was great, but it was usually him who would take the initiative and none of them would ever allow him to take it even closely to the level of his fantasies. He just didn't find the submissive girl he was looking for.
At the age of 24 he got his masters degree in economics, summa cum laude. Months before his graduation he had already secured a job at a large bank. He went straight into their trainee programme, from which he emerged top of his class. He had several positions at headquarters, every time proving to be one of the high potentials of the bank. His sex life during these years remained unchanged: filled to the brim with girlfriends, all of them pretty and great in bed, but still it was all not quite satisfactory. Then the bank sent him abroad. At 28 he became their youngest country manager ever. He arrived in a new town, in a new country, and had to start all over again in both his professional as well as his personal life.
It must have been the change of scenery, the fresh perspective, that gave him his idea. This time he wasn't going to randomly find women and only then figure out if they were into any of his kinky preferences. This time he was going to focus his search. Make the right girls come to him, instead of the other way around. Make sure they knew exactly what they were in for. A personal ad. Why not, he thought, what the hell, hardly anybody knew him here - yet. He would still have to be a bit careful given his position, no photo's or too many personal details. He actually changed them a little, pretending to be a few years older and a couple of inches shorter than he really was. Just to make sure.
After a few days of drafting and redrafting he placed the following ad:
Young (31), tall (6ft2), handsome master seeks slavegirl (18 – 35).
Inner and outer beauty essential.
Experience not required. Discretion guaranteed.
Send reply with photo. Do it right now!
He didn't expect much. Would anybody respond? Maybe some students with too much time and hormones on their hands, as a prank on a housemate or something. Perhaps it would attract a few crackpots. Or crazy, ugly bitches.
He deliberately stayed away from the designated mailbox he had created for this purpose for two weeks. If there were going to be any serious replies, give them some time. When he finally opened the mailbox on a Saturday morning he couldn't believe his eyes. 29 replies! Could it be? Surely one or two should be allright. He started reading them one by one. Despite his excitement he read them slowly and carefully, methodically sorting the letters into three categories: “yes”, “no” and “maybe”. Sure enough quite a few of the replies were clearly jokes, with lurid descriptions of what weird stuff they wanted to do and photo's of beautiful women copy-pasted from some magazine. Some others were too ugly to even contemplate, and two or three seemed to be in it for money. He spent the entire weekend reading and rereading, and in the end he had selected six replies of good looking women that he believed to be serious and thruthful. He then ranked them 1 to 6. In that order he was going to approach them until he hit the jackpot. He felt like a little boy in a toy store. All of a sudden there seemed to be so much to choose from! At some point during the weekend he decided to be a little greedy. If it worked out well, he would take two slavegirls!