When Love No Longer Makes a Difference

cj

    Marissa awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and free from the bonds of anguish that had enveloped her for the past month. She smiled as she thought of their conversation of the night before. He had also shared some of the newest photos of himself, his new puppy, his renovations�.his life�with her. She flipped through them yet again trying to make herself understand  THIS REALLY HAPPENED!  He approached her. As a friend, he cared that she was hurting. She even thought that he might have been  flirting with her. No, that couldn�t be. They were from two separate worlds. He was a Master from the D/s culture of BDSM two time zones west of her.  He was also ten years her senior. She was sure he would prefer the company of one of his own kind with a comparable level of life experience and not a na�ve lil �nilla chick with a shattered heart.

    Marissa went about her day with a renewed verve. Traveling an hour forth and back to the city each day , she attended university half time to finish off a degree that should have been done five years prior and working half time for a consortium of freelancers; now doing office work. The drive gave her a lot of free time to return phone calls and to think. This particular day her thoughts drifted to the conversation of the night before.

    That evening her decision to log on was not a difficult one. She felt so much better as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She logged into Whoopee chat without reservation and sought out her best gal pal, Hunter�s Lioness. Lioness, although substantially younger than SweetThang lived in a world far away and had grown up in a much less sheltered environment. That and the fact that Lioness had the love of Hunter in real life as well as in the chat realm. Lioness was life smart, secured and grounded by the love of her life and was just one helluva fun person to be around especially if one was on her "good side".

    "Hayyy sweetthang sis�how iz ya? " her familiar accent billowed across oceans along with the text.

    SweetThang smiled seeing her friend�s greeting. "Hiyas lioness�.I�m good ty sis�You will never believe what happened last night!"

    Lioness replied with her usual sarcastic wit�"Ya got laid ~ like for real? Lol"

    "Nooo lioness�.I didn�t get laid, real or otherwise�lol�bitch!" muttered SweetThang.

    "Do tell!" Lioness giggled.

    Her friend pursues this line of questioning, yet again fascinated by SweetThang�s uncanny ability to get into trouble without trying.

    SweetThang proceeds to fill in her best friend about the conversation she had the previous evening with MasterTrojan. Much to her disappointment, her friend responds with a vehement "Sonova  bitch!! I will have a word with that dirtbag and should he even begin to hurt you�I will nail his testicals to a block of wood" "I am finally starting to see signs of my best friend again. You have to stop wearing that heart of yours on your sleeve sis. These assholes see this and the come after you like piranha to feeder fish."

    "NoNoNo�It wasn�t like that" she manages to interject "Really�he was just kind and� umm � rather sweet." "The only reason I mentioned it was because I�m still rather overwhelmed that he even knew I was alive and regarded me as a friend. We had really only talked on one occasion where he told me all he was doing with this house he bought. At best I would have thought we had qualified as mere acquaintances"

    "hmmm�" she responded in disbelief. "I am still talking to that man ~ we go a long way back. You will not be hurt again!" she growled defiantly and then makes her amends promising to meet Sweet later on should she get back in time.

    Suddenly out of nowhere appears the instant message window bearing the name of MasterTrojan. He smiled and says " Hello Marissa�how are you this evening?" She smiles and responds that she is well and hopes he is the same. MasterTrojan smiles at her again and asks her if she is on an up-to-date messenger. As she looks and before she has a chance to respond yet another window comes before her. This one an invitation to MasterTrojan�s webcam.

    She clicks yes and he appears before her. An extremely handsome man with short brown hair dressed in a crisp white tee shirt that draped ever so nicely across his chest and a pair of blue jeans�..very appealing.

    "Hi there!" he types "I was saving this as a surprise for you today". He smiled knowing full well that not only would she be surprised, but impressed as well..

    . o O (Omg that smile) � she thinks to herself.

    And if the truth be known, it was that exact moment that Marissa began to lose herself to him. They chatted about anything and everything. Both of them finding it so easy to talk to each other. At long last the inevitable subject of sexual preference worked its way into the conversation. (After all, this WAS Whoopee Chat!) She almost apologetically offered her rather limited �nilla experience He told her of his vast sexual experiences, having had the pleasure of two women in his bed simultaneously ~ any man�s dream; his romantic exploits, where he was so taken for granted by his ex in SweetThang�s opinion. The realization of his overwhelming dominant personality and the satisfaction he derived from his BDSM liaisons since his divorce. He found it an erotic enhancement to the pleasures of sex. She looked at him puzzled thinking she had always thought he was a staunch D/s lifestyler heavily into all aspects of BDSM. He laughingly corrected her on that matter reinforcing that he was into mild bondage; by no means did he qualify as an intense sadist.

    Despite two failed marriages in which he had never practiced "the lifestyle", he was just a romantic type guy that enjoyed a few kinks ~ good spanking now and then always livened things up if one was to achieve the ultimate orgasm for instance. He did admit that the spiritual element of the lifestyle was very appealing to him as well. The fact that one human being could trust another to offer the gift of their complete submission to another, especially in the bedroom; he thought highly sensual.

    Curiously fascinated by his definitions of the perfect relationship that could be had by a man and woman, SweetThang posed a question to him. ~ "If a woman ultimately adored you, loved you beyond the limits of her being , could you be happy with that type of relationship without the formalities of BDSM ritual?"

    He looked at her oddly as if all of the sudden he didn�t understand the English language. Stupified, as if he never considered love and adoration without the formalities of lowered eyes and the use of "Master" and "Sir".

    "Mmm" he paused, "you have given Me much to think about girl". He always seemed to revert back to his D/s way of talking when he felt challenged by her. It didn�t offend her basically because she found herself so hopelessly attracted to him. It scared her�.a lot. She smiled at him again finding herself at a loss for words.

    "Heyyy I have some things to take care of, real time  ya know" he smirked. "I will talk to you again�we can take up where we left of on this." "Be well little one" and with that, he was gone.

    Marissa logged out of messenger and decided to call it a night. She got ready for bed; her mind digesting all he had told her that evening. She sighed as she stretched out  under her plump feather duvet and slowly drifted off into a sound slumber.

.../Chapter Three