Swallow Ch. 01

swallow Ch. 01 – swallow ‘s Submission

(c) 1997 LordFalco

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LF> LordFalcon brings his hand across your red buttocks a final time.

sw> swallow gasps, squirming as she feels the sting of the slap.

LF> LordFalcon smiles, rubbing your buttocks gently, before pulling you up to sit against him.

sw> I promise I will behave for you, my Lord.

“Hmmm, you’d better,” I thought, as my fingers poised to answer. Friday night, and I was stuck in the office keeping watch on the computer backup system. Ah, the life of a systems analyst. Then again, what better time to use the Internet chat lines.

LF> I was most displeased with your petulant behaviour, my little one.

sw> swallow lowers her eyes, tears forming as she bites her lips.

LF> I hope you’ve learned the lesson that little submissives must obey their Dom/mes.

sw> Yes, my Lord. This sub understands now.

I found swallow several months ago as I cruised the chat channels in search of something more interesting to do than watching the backup tapes load. She was in a channel devoted to D/s (Domination and submission), taking on a submissive role. Dutifully, she had greeted me, and we fell into chatting. Typical computer geek I am, I tended to be an introvert in the real world. But on-line, my personality changed, and I found myself drawn to swallow particularly since we seemed to understand each other. She was a beginner in the D/s lifestyle, and wanted to learn more about it on-line before trying it in real life. From my previous experience and personal interest in the subject, I was a willing teacher.

LF> I have known you for over 4 months now. This was your first punishment.

sw> swallow nods… I am so sorry, my Lord. I don’t know what came over me. But your punishment has reminded me that I must serve and obey you. Thank you, my Lord.

I smiled. To have someone like swallow in real life, I thought to myself. She was everything I had desired in a companion: smart and funny, yet submissive and proud of that. But only in my dreams. I enjoyed being a Dominant. It gave me power and responsibility, and gave me an escape from my introvert personality. But I had yet to ever find someone like her.

sw> My Lord, this sub must take leave now. It is getting late.

LF> LordFalcon smiles. Of course, my little one. I understand.

sw> swallow sensuously kneels at her Lord’s feet, her head touching his feet.

LF> LordFalcon lifts your face up and gently kisses you. Be good, my love. And we shall see you next week.

>>> LordFalcon Disconnected <<<

I leaned back in my chair with a contented smile. Chatting and playing out scenes with her on-line always got my blood going. She seemed to affect me more than anyone I can remember, and I found myself involuntarily thinking of her even during the week. Glancing out of my eye to check the backup status, I suddenly noticed there was someone still logged into the network. Now who can that be, I wondered to myself. The account logged out as I walked closer to the monitor. Hmmm, interesting development. I thought I was the only one without a social life on a Friday. Then the thought of the chat line clicked into my mind. Was it swallow? What were the odds she worked in the company as I did? Coincidence, I thought, pure and simple.

A nagging thought in my mind made me take a walk around the offices. In the quiet, I suddenly heard footsteps headed towards the elevators. I walked quickly towards the footsteps. Too late, the figure entered the elevators. But the lights shone against the hair of the figure. And I only knew one red-head who worked in the company.

***

She worked in marketing. I tended not to mingle with the other departments in the company since they only seemed to have talking suits anyway. The few times I had wandered into marketing, she was one of the few people ever to really catch my eye. Young, pretty, and cute, with a vibrant attitude and always a pixie smile on her face, she seemed to exude open friendliness and appreciation for life. But women like that always had a line up of men waiting on her, I thought to myself. Indeed, the young men in the company, from mail clerks to junior executives hovered around her daily. A computer geek would certainly be last on her list.

But I found it hard not to think of her as being swallow. Yes, it was far-fetched, but it had to be more than just coincidence. The days until Friday passed as slow as molasses, and I found my thoughts drifting between her and swallow. What did she say about herself on-line? Fresh out of school, a 20-year-old, a Capricorn, unattached, worked in an office, 5-foot-2 and red-haired. A police composite sketch couldn’t have made it a closer match. But the odds of it all…!

Friday rolled around, and as 5 o’clock hit, I paid special attention to the user monitor. She was still logged in, even as the other users, one by one, disconnected from the network. Then my heart fell, as her connection disconnected.

There went that theory, I sighed. Back to network maintenance chores.

***

Network maintenance usually took a good handful of hours. At 9 o’clock, with the back-up started, I kicked back into my workstation and logged into the chat channels.

>>> swallow on-line <<<

I looked up at the user monitor. There she was, reconnected onto the network. She must have come back after dinner. Now what? I asked myself. Do I announce I had found her out? And what would happen between us on-line? And at work here? I knew I couldn’t do anything that would hurt her. With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I chatted with swallow.

It was like all our chats: teasing; playing; teaching her D/s; discussing what we both wanted, liked and disliked; and playing out little scenes to get our blood racing. The hours passed.

sw> This sub is grateful for my Lord’s attention this evening, as all evenings.

LF> LordFalcon smiles. The subject of my attentions is well worth it.

sw> swallow blushes a deep crimson. My Lord, this sub must take leave now. it is getting late.

This was the turning point I had to take, no going back.

LF> swallow, before you leave, I would ask a favour of you.

sw> Yes, my Lord?

LF> will you come by to CompSupport to say good evening?

>>> swallow disconnected <<<

Her on-line session disconnected, and I saw her user login disconnect just as quickly. Damn, I said to myself. I sat back in my chair, a heaviness crushing my heart. I did the worst thing possible and scared her away.

I brooded silently in the darkness of the computer room, watching the network traffic monitors, and the blinking of the system LED’s. The one chance I had found someone I liked, I blew it.

Suddenly, she reconnected.

>>> swallow on-line <<<

sw> My Lord? Forgive this sub for running away like that. But I was surprised… and scared.

LF> I understand, my little swallow. But I did not know another way to approach you…

sw> I could never in my life suspect *YOU* to be someone like LordFalcon. But now that I take your description of yourself, I see you.

LF> Likewise, you are the last person I would expect to find on-line in this channel!

There was a long pause. What is she thinking, I wondered. Hell, how would we face each other at work after this? Knowing about each other’s most intimate fantasies that we had unreservedly shared on-line?

sw> My Lord… I… I…

LF> Speak your mind to me, my little one.

sw> Would… would you accept this swallow to be your real life sub this evening?

My fingers froze above my keyboard. My mind suddenly blanked. She continued on.

sw> It is presumptuous of me, my Lord. But…

LF> But what?

sw> I have been seeking a real life Dom like you for the longest time. I sense in my mind and heart that you are the one I seek, if you would have me.

My heart beat faster at the abruptness of this situation. My fingers flew over the keyboard.

LF> You realize this is a serious offer. And how much submission will you offer to me, little one?

sw> I am very serious, my Lord, and my submission is total. As you have taught me, a sub must offer her heart and mind to her Dom/me.

LF> You will log off the network, disrobe totally in your office, and come to the door of my office. There, you will kneel until I ask you to enter.

sw> But… What if… What if someone sees me?

I smiled. I knew that Andrew, the night watchman, wasn’t due up for his rounds until well after midnight.

LF> You hesitate to trust my judgment already, little one?

sw> I understand, my Lord. I will do as you command.

>>> swallow disconnected <<<

I disconnected as well, and sat back, wondering at the evening’s turn of events. A thousand thoughts criss-crossed my mind. True, I have had the opportunity to experience the D/s lifestyle in previous relationships. But to have someone throwing themselves at my feet. Other thoughts raced in. The scandal if the company found out. The whispers if our co-workers found out. And what if this first encounter wasn’t anything either of us expected?

I saw a shadow cross underneath the door of my office. I sat waiting, partly to collect my thoughts, but also to make her wait outside, exposed to any who may pass by (even though I knew there would be no one). Undoubtedly, she would be more nervous that I was. And each passing moment she would have to kneel outside my door, would compound her feelings.

“Come in,” I finally said. And my confusion fluttered away, overcome by my lust.

She entered quickly, moving lightly on her feet, a lithe white figure like a cat gliding into my office. Although not as graceful as a well-trained sub, her movement belied some experimenting on her own, something which would only improve with training and time. Closing the door behind her, she moved to the front of my desk, and knelt. I was pleased to see her kneel as I had taught her on-line: knees spread wide, buttocks resting on the balls of her feet, back straight, hands on her knees, palms up, and eyes downcast. In the dim light of the office, I could see her breathing, nervous gasps of air measured by the movement of her breasts.

She was a kneeling statue of Aphrodite before me. Her fine skin was smooth alabaster, dotted and sprinkled sensuously by freckles. Firm breasts, like two handfuls of fine cantaloupes, ready to be plucked and savoured, hung unblemished, their pinkish-brown nipples were perked up in the cool air. She was slim with well toned legs, padded with pleasant curves appropriately in all the nicest places. And kneeling there, I could see the muscles of her thighs flex. Between her thighs, the temple of her womanhood opened forth, surprising me that she was bare there, the plump fleshy pubes were shaved silky smooth.