B&D Trainee

By I. G Frederick

"If you have a big cock and can keep it hard, I'll make your B&D fantasies come true," read the ad I found on a fetish personals site. I remember hesitating before finally clicking on the "send" icon for what seemed like forever. Now I waited, as instructed, in a motel room near the interstate outside Boise.

Divorced and living alone for more than two years, I'd watched lots of x-rated videos. Bondage and whipping scenes seemed to turn me on the most. Exploring fetish sites on the Internet, I had come across her ad. Xavier she called herself. Now, even after 15 emails, I had no idea what to expect or if I would enjoy our encounter. Our exchanges had mostly consisted of her asking the questions and me answering them. She even required me to send her a picture of my cock -- hard and placed next to a ruler. She never replied to any of the questions I posed.

So I waited. I'd arrived, as required, at 6:30 p.m. and checked in alone. She was to meet me in the room at seven. Still, when I heard her knock, I jumped. Opening the door, I couldn't believe I'd waited for this. She was small, just over five feet tall. Her figure was hidden under a bulky sweater and baggy jeans. Her hair -- long and black -- was pulled back in a straight ponytail. She didn't seem to be wearing any makeup.