Chasing Her Curves

SubmissiveCindy21: I’m not. I met someone a couple of days ago and he asked me out. I thought he was nice, but…

MasterDom4u: Did he hurt you!?

SubmissiveCindy21: No, not really. He just didn’t seem very interested after he got to know me a little better.

MasterDom4u: I see. Why do you think that is?

SubmissiveCindy21: I don’t know. It’s the story of my life. Everyone gets tired of me except you.

MasterDom4u: Because I care about you. I have to know that you’re safe.

SubmissiveCindy21: I’m safe. It’s hard not to be when everyone ignores you.

MasterDom4u: I never ignore you.

SubmissiveCindy21: I mean—people I know.

MasterDom4u: You don’t know me?

SubmissiveCindy21: Not as much as I would like to.

MasterDom4u: Do you want to change that?

SubmissiveCindy21: Maybe…

It was always a maybe with her. I had never even seen her face. The only picture she had ever given me was a silhouette view that barely showed the outline of her beautiful curves. I asked for more, but she was too shy. I could have demanded it and even utilized my position as her online Dom to persuade her, but I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. Keeping her comfortable was integral to our ongoing arrangement. She had to mature at her own pace, and I had learned to be patient. My days of dealing with pretend-submissive women had soured my perspective. Cindy, or whatever her name was, seemed like the perfect submissive for me to teach and train. I kept hoping that the next day would be the one that finally helped her move past her fears and trust me enough to give it serious consideration.

One year ago

MasterDom4u: Hello? It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been online. Are you still there?

MasterDom4u: Cindy? It’s been a week. Did you set yourself to invisible or are you ignoring me?

MasterDom4u: If I did something wrong, I apologize. It’s been a month since you’ve been online. I hope you found the happiness you deserve. Goodbye.

Cindy disappeared from my life as quickly as she appeared. She had mentioned graduating from college, and I assumed that time had already passed. Her life had moved on and it seemed that whatever we had was entirely one-sided. I mourned her loss for a while, wondering what happened to her, hoping that she was okay. I even searched news articles, looking for someone her age with the name Cindy. After a month of not hearing from her, I decided that chapter of my life was over. I moved on. I found other girls online to entertain me, roleplayed with a few of them, and met a few that proved to be less interesting than they promised. None of them scratched the itch like Cindy did. None of them had her curiosity.

Present day

SubmissiveCindy21: Hello?

MasterDom4u: Cindy? Oh my god! You’re alive!

SubmissiveCindy21: Sorry, this isn’t the girl you were talking to. I’m a friend. My name is Angelina.

Is this some kind of joke?

MasterDom4u: Oh. Is Cindy okay?

SubmissiveCindy21: She’s fine. Her name isn’t Cindy, by the way. It’s Harmony.

MasterDom4u: I see. I suspected as much.

SubmissiveCindy21: Would you like to meet her?

MasterDom4u: Seriously?

SubmissiveCindy21: Yes. Give me your phone number and I’ll send you the information. She really needs to meet you in real life, Devlin.