The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}
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				Title: <strong>The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 19:51:33</strong>
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				<strong>Nikki Anderson</strong><br><br>http://hosted.met-art.com/met-art_AF_517_567//full/met-art_AF_517_9.jpg (http://hosted.met-art.com/met-art_AF_517_567//full/met-art_AF_517_9.jpg)<br><br>At the age of 25, I recently graduated with a Master degree in management and found a very nice job where I have been at for the last 3 months. The pay is good and room for development and growth is there. I could not feel more happy about it. My colleagues see me as elegant, devoted, fun, outgoing and serious about my job.<br><br>That was a short glimpse of my professional side, but regarding my dark sides and desires, it is a completely different story. I love sex, I enjoy it and I am very open minded about it. I tried a lot of stuff here and there but recently, I have been more and more attracted to BDSM and fetish. I tried a few things with some of my fuck buddies but that was that.<br><br>In order for me to get more close with this new burning desire and in order to fulfill it, I have been very active. I have been watching some videos on the internet and DVDs, and been reading some books and some issues over the internet.<br><br>But most recently, I joined a few of these BDSM and fetish personals and communities on the internet and have been chatting with some interesting people about the life style.<br><br>Today, while I was going through the personals, I ran into one interesting profile. It was a profile of a professional Domme. A Domme who offers training for money. <em>'Hmmmm, interesting'</em> I thought and after a few minutes of thinking, I decided to write her. <br><br><em>'I have enough money, I have a decent job and I am happy with my life except for this one desire that I am finding hard to fulfill! So why not?'</em>. This was my final thought before deciding to send in a request.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 20:27:36</strong>
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				Never had I had serious requests to my ads and the only ones that were serious, were older men and once a young boy who still underage and lived at home with his parents. Then there was my target group, the young women, and most of them wanted to go as far as their frontdoors and never dared to make that next step.<br><br>I'm not short on money and the only reason I advertise for BDSM trainings is to make sure the girls I train are serious. The ads are on various websites all over Europe but most girls respond from my home country Russia.<br><br>As I sit on my computer this night in my nightgown and my warm socks and a cup of hot choco, the snow storm raging outside of the window of my appartment, I browse through the numerous reactions I got again. The older men get deleted immediately and then my eyes see the foreign email adress. The .com's and the .ru's gets broken in two by a .se email address. <br>Sweden? That is odd. Curiously I open it and read through the message. The girl seems to be interested in my services and there is something about her that makes her stand out from the rest. <br><br>Curiously I reply the email with an email address where this girl can contact me on and write her that I want to help her but that I live in Russia but if she is serious we can chat and mail a bit. After I sent the message I delete all the other messages and search the net for some interesting things, waiting curiously for an answer.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 00:05:07</strong>
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				It was Friday, and after I sent the message to contact that Domme, I had a nap hoping my friends would leave me a message so we can go out tonight as I was feeling bored after a long working week. <br><br>Two hours passed and I woke up, I checked my phone and nothing so I decided to shower, wear my robe, order some take away food and watch a movie. <br><br>I showered and dried myself and put on my robe. I then picked up the phone and ordered some pizza. I slipped onto the computer chair and checked my emails and personals as I waited for the pizza so I could lay on the couch and watch the movie. There were some emails from work but I never check these until Monday morning as I am not obliged to check them in the weekends, and in the BDSM and fetish personals there were some friend requests and cute messages from friends and new people that made me smile.<br><br>I replied to the last message and then a new message popped in. It was from the Domme I sent her a request earlier. I got a soft thrill of excitement mixed with some worries before I opened the message. I read through and I sighed at my stupidity. <em>'Damn!! How did I miss that she is in Russia!! Grrr! Stupid!'</em>... I removed the idea of meeting from my mind instantly. I went on to read the rest of the message and the Domme gave me an email address to contact her and stay in touch and that she really wanted to help me. Thus, as any other friend I met on the personals, I added her in order to talk and ask questions about the lifestyle and the usual soft flirts. <br><br>I thought for a little and then sent in the following message:<br><br><strong>"I am sorry about the misunderstanding, I thought you were in Sweden as my search engine was put in Sweden but I guess it might have slipped off :p hehe!.<br><br>Thank you for sending me this email address so I can contact you. As I mentioned in my previous message, I am very open minded and free about my sexuality and lately I have been more and more into this new lifestyle. Thus, I am always seeking some professional people and experienced ones in order to learn from and be friends with.<br><br>I have checked your websites and your profile is quite amazing, but I seem to have missed how many years have you been in the lifestyle? and ummmm how old are you if I may ask?<br><br>I would also like to ask you about how long have you been giving out these training sessions? I find it really interesting as you offer a wide range of kinks :)<br><br>I hope to hear from you soon,<br><br>Sorry for the misunderstanding again<br><br>Nikki"</strong><br><br>I finished off the message and the door bell rang. It was the pizza man. I took the pizza and slipped on the couch with my robe and my pizza and started to watch Braveheart. Yes another time, but damned such a good movie. I also giggled at how stupid I was by sending that message all the way to Russia! I was disappointed too as I lost the chance to be in a training session...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 09:39:12</strong>
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				Disappointed that I didn't get a reply instantly I go off to my night walk before I go to bed. Russia is two hours ahead of Sweden and it's already late here as I leave my appartment in the raging snowstorm. I pull up my coat and fight my way through the snow. Enjoying the beautiful scenery Moscow offers on a winter night I enjoy my life to the fullest. <br><br>When I get home, I strip off my clothes and take a warm shower, trying to get some warmth back into my body. Taking my time in the shower, enjoying the water and myself a bit too, I turn off the tabs a good time later and step out of the shower. I dry my body and hair and use some lotion to keep my skin smooth and soft. Then I slip into my silk kimono and get my warm woolen socks on. I have a lot of socks as I have a fetisj or passion for socks. Somehow they turn me on and the girls I trained usually kept their socks on om my demand. <br><br>Tomorrow is my free day and curiosity gets the better of me. I get back at my computer and search through my emails. Again lots of horny old men, trying to get me to look at them on their webcam. They are from all over the world but all I'm interested in right now, is the .se email. When I can't seem to find it, I suddenly realize I have given her my private email and quickly I login to that. My heart beats faster as I see the swedish email and click to open it.<br><br>A faint smile appears on my face as I feel that this girl is really serious about the training since she actually took the effort to check out my website and by the fact she is asking questions other than the size of my breasts and to tell her a story about me using her.<br><br>I hit the reply button and start typing.<br><br><br><strong>Nikki,<br><br>first of all I should introduce myself to you. My name is Sochenka Pavlyuchenko and as you have guessed I am Russian. I turned 26 three weeks ago and I have been into the lifestyle for around four years now, offering training for about a year. I am single, living in a Moscow appartment with my two cats. <br><br>Now that I've answered three of your questions, I have some for you as well. With that I would like to add that I am a stewardess for a Russian airline and that I regularly fly to Stockholm for work. <br><br>My question is what it is that you want from me. I can of course tell you about what I do and how I do it and I might even be able to send you some pictures or videoclips of the sessions I held. I don't hold them at my home but at a place I rent specially for this.<br><br>I will send a picture of me with this email, hoping that if you are serious about what you described in your email and interested in staying in touch, you will reply with a picture of you as well. I would like to see a picture of your face and one of your body. <br><br>Nikki, I hope you are serious because I am.<br><br>Socha.</strong><br><br>I read through my reply a few times and fine tune it and when I'm happy I add a picture of me in the attachments area.<br><br>(http://www.tmcgalleries.com/r8/34/pictures/image030.jpg)<br><br>Then I hit send and close the computer, knowing if I stay and wait for the reply tonight is going to be another very late night. A little excited I go to bed and soon drift off to sleep, hearing the snow storm howl outside my window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 13:23:10</strong>
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				Two hours passed and the movie finished, I flipped through channels and watched a comedy show and I started to feel sleepy. I grabbed the pizza box and put it on the kitchen table so I could throw it out the next morning. I then went into the bathroom and washed my hands and brushed my teeth and prepared myself for sleep as I put on some night lotion all over my hands and legs in order to keep myself smooth.<br><br>I went off to my queen sized bed and pulled my laptop with me so I maybe could chat with some friends if they are online or answer some emails and messages on the fetish websites although I doubted that I could find anybody online or any messages as it has not been a long time ago since I replied to everything.<br><br>I remembered the Russian incident again as I logged into my account and giggled. I smiled as I was sure that she was not going to reply. I opened my email and there was the reply. <em>'Oooh right! I sent her an email and not a message! What is wrong with me today!!'</em> I giggled with myself again as I opened the email.<br><br>I read through Sochenka's email and started to remember the first message that I sent her. I even opened it in order to remember what I really wrote because it seems to have grabbed Sochenka's interest. <br><br>I started reading through my first message about the training request so I could answer the email. It read:<br><br>"Dear Patricia,<br><br>I am an open-minded girl who recently graduated with a Master degree and is working in a good paying job. I am really free and open-minded about my sexuality and sex and I like to try things, all and most sorts of things usually as my profile implies.<br><br>Recently, I have been into the BDSM and fetish lifestyle and I have tried some random stuff like a few spanks here and there. But I am really willing to get more into this lifestyle, I have a burning desire that needs to be fulfilled and I could imagine myself being a very obedient and fun slave with the broad interests and the little limits I have.<br><br>I ran into your profile and I thought, Bam! This is what I need, training!<br><br>I am kindly asking you if you have the time to accept me as a trainee.<br><br>Please write me back if you are interested so we can go through the details<br><br>Hope to hear from you soon,<br><br>Nikki"<br><br>I paused as I was a little confused. She is in Russia and I am in Sweden and she already made that clear and the chances for meeting are very low even though she flies in to Sweden. I decided to go on with a brief and a straightforward reply:<br><br><strong>"Greeting Sochenka,<br><br>I am indeed interested in having training in order for me to step into this lifestyle that is really grabbing most of my attention nowadays. But, unfortunately, I sent you the message by mistake thinking that you were located in Sweden. I guess this implies that it is kind of hard for us to meet, mainly because of geographic reasons.<br><br>I hope that we could still be friends and chat<br><br>Good night and wish you a nice weekend,<br><br>Nikki" </strong><br><br>I hit the send button, logged off, turned off my computer and put it aside. Soon, I was sleeping..
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 13:43:29</strong>
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				The Russian winter nights are long and since I got a few days off after my recent double shift to the United States I tend to sleep them all to the day. When I open my eyes, there is light coming through the curtains already. Sleepy I turn around and close my eyes ignoring the light. It is the times like this when I really miss having a partner around to make me breakfast.<br><br>Minutes later I turn to my back again and think of the things I have to do today or want to do. My list is very short as all I need is to get some groceries. And then of course there is the email checking part and maybe go to the club where I rent the room to see if I got any interesting offers. Reluctantly I get up from the bed and dress up straight away as the heating is off and my appartment is rather cold. On my way to the kitchen I switch on the computer so it can start up while I make breakfast. <br><br>With a cup of tea and some grilled cheese sandwiches I sit at the computer opening my email. Again there is only one email I'm really interested in and inside I cheer as I see that my newfound Swedish friend has replied my message.<br><br>I feel a little disappointment as she seems to wave it off as a mistake and suddenly I doubt my judgement on how serious she was as she also did not add a picture of herself. Nevertheless I reply to her not knowing exactly what to write.<br><br><strong>Nikki,<br><br>friends are always good to have and you can always ask me anything you want about the lifestyle. If you are interested I can send you some magazines online with some items commonly used by me during the training sessions. Should you want to chat, I have the MSN and you can add me on the same email address as this one.<br><br>Sorry to hear you think of it as a mistake<br><br>Socha</strong><br><br>I send the message and realize that the last line is a little out of line. Had I been too expectant and did I show too much emotion in that last line? It was too late now anyway. After I checked and replied some other emails and finished breakfast I leave the house on my way to the supermarket.
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				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 14:22:15</strong>
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				I woke up the next morning. I stretched in bed for a little and enjoyed the warmth of the covers and the softness of my pillow and mattress. <em>'Yaay! It is Saturday! My best day of the week! Gym now, lunch with friends and going out clubbing in the night! Dancing! Drinking! Flirting (hmmm sometimes...)! And having fun!'</em> I thought and smiled a little more in bed before getting up on my feet and heading to the shower.<br><br>I turned on my laptop before showering. It was a long, warm, nice and refreshing shower. I made sure my legs were smooth and my pussy was shaved in case I get lucky tonight. I dried myself with some towels and kept them wrapped around me as I sat down on my computer.<br><br>I directly logged in the personals and smiled at the wishes for a happy weekend with kinky pictures attached to them. My email inbox was rather empty which was usual in the weekends, except for the Russian email. I smiled and read. I sensed some kind of frustration in Sochenka's reply so I had to act and fix it. I always feel bad when I have the feeling that I made someone angry or sad.<br><br>I read through her first email and thought <em>'Damn!!! I forgot to attach her a picture and I forgot to comment that it was her birthday three weeks ago!!'</em>. I really was tired and sleepy the last night. I clicked on reply and wrote:<br><br><strong>"Dear Sochenka,<br><br>I am really sorry if my email yesterday sounded offensive or disappointed you. It might have sounded dry and cold because I was a bit sleepy and I was a little bit disappointed myself as I really needed the training but I felt really down when I knew you are in Russia.<br><br>Also I forgot to do some things that I wanted to do in the reply. I forgot to attach a photo of me. Actually, I don't put photos of me in the fetish and BDSM websites to avoid stalkers and perverts of any kind. Thus, here is a link for my Facebook. You can find plenty of pics there :)<br><br>The other thing I forgot is that you mentioned that your birthday was three weeks ago! And I forgot to tell you happy belated birthday :)!<br><br>Hmmmm, finally, I did not mean it the way you understood it by mistake. I am really looking for getting some BDSM training and I am actively seeking it. I was just disappointed that I sent it to Russia while I thought I was sending it to Sweden. I was really excited but then my morale and motivation were crushed when I knew it was not going to happen because of the long distance :(<br><br>I hope you understand me now. I am sorry again if I sounded rude or something.<br><br>What are your plans for the weekend?<br><br>Take care<br><br>Nikki</strong><br><br>I sent it and then read through it. <em>'Hmmm! What are your plans for the weekend??'</em>. That is just desperate to keep the conversation going. <em>'Oh well! lets see'</em>.<br><br>I went through the personals again and then I logged off to go into the kitchen and prepare some freshly squeezed orange juice with some melted cheddar cheese sandwiches for breakfast...
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 14:47:19</strong>
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				With half frozen toes and fingers and stonecold nose I enter my appartment again and immediately turn on the heating. I undo my wintercoat, scarf, hat and warm boots and place some paperwork I gathered from the club at my desk. My head keeps running away to the Swedish girl and although I had no idea how she looked or if she even was real, it was quite a long time ago since I had a pretty young girl in a session. As I put away my groceries, I smile at the idea of her being one of the famous Swedish blondes and her begging for mercy as I train her.<br><br>I shake off the ideas and sit at my desk when I notice the new email icon. Mail from Sweden. I sigh, feeling let down by her, but on the other hand frustrated at the distance. The email is full of excuses she didn't have to make and full of hints that the girl does not want to try anything and with a link to her Facebook. I click it and see a nice girl but none of the pictures shows her face or body pure.<br><br>Sighing I decide to write her an email explaining what I do and want.<br><br><strong>Nikki,<br><br>first of all thank you for the Facebook link, you are a pretty girl. <br><br>Secondly, this might sound harsh, BDSM training also takes commitment and from the tone of your last email it seems as if you have already given up on me or my trainings. There are plenty of ways to practise it since I first want to get to know you before even touching you. After that we can always decide that the distance is a problem.<br><br>I'm not a person of long emails therefore should you decide to change your mind about the training, contact me on msn and we can work something out. Webcams and phones are great inventions.<br><br>Socha</strong><br><br>Without rereading it (I know I'm blunt) I send the email and focus back on the mail on my desk. One of my ex trainees, now a full slave had sent me some pictures of her in a session with a random male and although I disapprove of this, the pictures are very nice. <br><br>I keep all the video's and pictures of my training sessions in a special cabinet in albums and digital and I have to scan these before putting them in the album. I open the folder of the girl on the computer, Lena, and browse through her album, smiling and being proud of my work with that girl.
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				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 17:27:13</strong>
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				I took my freshly squeezed orange juice and my hot sandwiches to the TV and listened to the news and watched some small documentary as I enjoyed my little meal. I finished it off and then looked for my mobile phone to give one of my friends a call to confirm about our usual saturday lunch.<br><br>I walked to the kitchen and cleaned the dish I ate with and the glass I drank with. I also took the pizza box of yesterday and folded it and put it in the carton recycling place under the sink as it felt so cold outside to go and dump it there. Plus, I was only wearing some towels on me.<br><br>I had almost an hour to waste before the lunch so I decided to do what I do most of the time; internet surfing. I visited several websites before checking my email as I was hesitant that I would get any answer from Sochenka after the way things progressed, but to my surprise, there was an answer. I opened the email and started reading........<br><br>Her email was dull and harsh, it moved me. I am no player! I do want training but how is it possible when I have a job, she has a job and we both reside in different countries???? I started thinking seriously about it as I really need the training to fulfill my needs and cravings, and on the other hand, I did not manage to find any Dommes around in Sweden that sounded interesting. They mostly were straight seeking males or with extreme stuff I am totally not into.<br><br>I sighed and wrote her back:<br><br><strong>"Dear Sochenka,<br><br>Please do not misunderstand me, I am not a player and I did not contact you out of fun. I contacted you because I do want BDSM training. I crave for it and I want to be turned into a slave! I am sorry if I am sounding very straightforward but it is the truth. I want to be trained no matter if it is in Sweden, Russia, USA or even China!! But what I was thinking is that it is hard for me to attend to your dungeon regularly because both of us have jobs to do and we live in far away countries. That is my only concern, but regarding BDSM, I am fully sure that I want it.<br><br>I never changed my mind about training and I never had any doubts about it. I added you to MSN so we can talk more in a real-time conversation rather emailing each other and misinterpreting each other. <br><br>I look forward to talk with you on MSN so I could hear more from you about your thoughts and ideas and what you mentioned as "work something out".<br><br>I checked the time difference between Sweden and Russia and you are two hours ahead. It is 11 am here and I am off to lunch with friends, and I will be back around 15:00 which is 17:00 your time. I hope we could talk on MSN.<br><br>Nikki"</strong><br><br>I sent the email and started to think about what I just did. I felt a little challenged by her email and doubted and that is something I always try avoiding when dealing with people. I always come out straight and clear. <br><br>Her email sounded harsh and sounded to come out from someone who knows what they want. That is why I added her to MSN and kind of set a MSN date. But there was something unclear to me, she really sounded desperate. Maybe a little too desperate for a Domme but I did not really know. <em>'Well.. Let's wait and see'</em> I thought to myself.<br><br>I jumped off the computer, got dressed and headed off to lunch...
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 17:38:38</strong>
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				As I was ordening and scanning Lena's new pictures, the new email icon pops up and I immediately see who it is from. Reading through her email I smile at her reaction. Yes I did care and I do want to train this girl but if she proved to be lying about it I wouldn't have felt any different. Hence my short and blunt email to see her reaction. She passed my little test and with a smile on my face I close the email as there is no need to write her a new message when we get to talk on msn tonight. The timing is a bit unlucky as it falls together with my planned dinner time but for a girl this persistant I am willing to make an exception and eat early.<br><br>Humming and in a very good mood, I continue with Lena's pictures.
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				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 17:53:34</strong>
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				Having saturday lunches with my best friends was one of the most favorite things to do. We always go to a nice and cozy cafe and we have lunch, chat, laugh, gossip and hear out each others' news and life updates as most of us tend to get busy during weekdays and not all go out saturday nights as some have kids and are married.<br><br>We are a friends group of 9 people that were close friends in university and managed to keep it up which was something really cool and sweet.<br><br>As usual, the time passed fast and everyone left home to their husbands, wives, kids or whatever. But I went to my computer in order to attend the MSN date I set up with the Russian Domme full of curiosity about what it will yield to.<br><br>I changed into a robe to get comfy and it was 14:45 and I signed in MSN and waited for her to sign in....
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				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 19:13:05</strong>
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				15 minutes later, Lady Socha signed in....<br><br><strong><em>Nikki says:<br>Hello there<br>Lady Socha says:<br>hi you must be Nikki?<br>Nikki says:<br>yes i am, how are you?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>Im okay, bit tired and bored<br>Lady Socha says:<br>you?<br>Nikki says:<br>I am fine, just came back from luch :)<br>Lady Socha says:<br>lunch? I just had dinner<br>Lady Socha says:<br>you had a good day?<br>Nikki says:<br>Hmmm early dinner i guess? it is still 5 your place right?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>yeah 5pm here<br>Nikki says:<br>yes it was a good day .. it was fun .. how about yours?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>I've been organizing some pictures of my trainees<br>Lady Socha says:<br>so Nikki, tell me....<br>Lady Socha says:<br>when did you first realized you were into the BDSM lifestyle?<br>Nikki says:<br>organizing pictures of the trainees :) that sounds interesting :) ... Hmmmm, for about two years now I guess<br>Lady Socha says:<br>how did you find ou?<br>Nikki says:<br>Well, not to make a short story long, and as I already mentioned in my messages to you that I am very open minded when it comes to sex.. I love trying new things.. I heard about BDSM and fetish.. I looked around the internet and I started to get more and more attracted by it .. I then joined some peronals, watched some videos, read some books ... <br>Lady Socha says:<br>but you've never experienced it first hand?<br>Nikki says:<br>well.. actually I didn't .. I just tried some stuff with some of my fuck buddies but I need more I guess if you know what I mean ..<br>Lady Socha says:<br>haha okay<br>Nikki says:<br>*smiles<br>Lady Socha says:<br>so about your interest.. <br>Lady Socha says:<br>what do you want from me?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>advices?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>or more?<br>Nikki says:<br>well .. i just wish you were in Sweden :( .. your profile, interests, kinks and experiences sound so perfect .. so I thought maybe advices.... But then in the last response you mentioned something about working something out .. what did you mean by that exactly as I didn't really get you?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>Nikki, I did train someone who resided in another country before .. it had not been a limitation .. but first i had to make sure it is the right person so i could invest in .. it took some time and a few more chats before i made sure it is the right person .. and from the feeling i got, you sound to be right.. thus i am prepared to try with you and test you in the chats.. <br>Lady Socha says:<br>So the question really is, how serious are you and do you want to go this way too?<br>Nikki says:<br>Really??? I thought you only offered people who resided in Russia training.. well, maybe it is just an idea in my mind that both have to be in the same country for the training.. silly me..<br>Nikki says:<br>of course I am serious about this! I really really want to be trained! I have been actively looking around for a Professional Domme and that was the reason I sent you the message .. I really want to go this way .. I have this urge inside me that lets me feel submissive all the time<br>Lady Socha says:<br>Eventually we have to be in the same country, but that is of later concern. It would be stupid to move already. So I first want to know what you can, dare and want through the chats and then, should we both want it, we could arrange a meeting.<br>Nikki says:<br>Hmmmm this sounds reasonable.. I really like the way you are thinking .. It makes me feel more comfortable talking to a reasonable person as you know a lot of people do not sound serious at all and want to rush things and ask for things that simply cannot be done... <br>Lady Socha says:<br>So, for my own security, can you name a few things you really do not want to do and a few things that really turn you on?<br>Nikki says:<br>basically.. I am willing to try most if not all the things on my kink list in my profile in the website .. and the same goes for the limits .. I will refresh your memory with them.. for the kinks: I am into anal.. feet.. slaps.. spit.. spanks.. oral with loads of saliva .. piss.. threesomes .. orgies .. gangbangs .. humiliation .. gagging .. rimming .. name calling .. wax .. huge black dick .. biting.. scratching.. bondage.. you name it!! Briefly and in conclusion, I love it as rough and as wet and nasty and kinky as it gets.. I am very open so anything goes except the limits that are to follow.. <br>Nikki says:<br>and about the limits: scat .. animals .. blood (but blood from a cane or whipping is ok) .. needles .. puke .. tight breast bondage t the point they turn purple.. and milking breasts.. <br>Lady Socha says:<br>Oh trust me sweety those things you mentioned last have little to do with BDSM but with torture and that is a completely different area of sex :)<br>Lady Socha says:<br>Okay I have some rules for myself<br>Nikki says:<br>ok<br>Lady Socha says:<br>To start with, before I do anything with you, I need to know you are real. There are hundreds of people out there, saying they want to but in the end turn out to be a guy or some underaged teenagers.<br>Nikki says:<br>fair enough .. how can we do it?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>I hate to ask you this but do you have a picture of yourself not on your Facebook profile?<br>Nikki says:<br>I have a picture of my ID, I guess that would make you sure that it is me and also I am not underage.. should I send it to you?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>yes please you can email it<br>Nikki says:<br>wait .. but how do I know that you are for real and you are the real Lady Socha?<br>Lady Socha says:<br>The personals are on trusted websites. But I will send you a copy of my ID<br>Nikki says:<br>fair enough .. but I am also a bit skeptical about sending IDs over the internet .. hmmm .. I have a suggestion .. maybe we both could get on cam .. of course we do not have to strip naked or anything .. just a confirmation that we are who we state we are.. what do you think? <br>Lady Socha says:<br>I'd like that Nikki :)</em></strong><br><br>I had no doubt it was her as most of the time, when people pretend or fake, they always try to avoid getting on cam. Finally, our cams went on and my doubts vanished as I saw her serious look and beauty on cam.. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 19:38:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel relieved as I see the same pretty face on the webcam as I saw on the Facebook site. Warm feelings run through my body and I try to fend them off by the idea that chance of us actually meeting is far away. I ask her some basic questions and hold her some situations she could be in and watch her reaction. <br><br>To my surprise, she really knows what she is talking about and her answers are really the way I like them. This girl is a diamond in the making, I can feel that inside. The last girl I met who was this determined, was Lena and I smile as I think about what happened to her.<br><br>Two hours later I tell her I have to go to my club. Before I go offline though I ask her if she wants to describe what she would do if I was coming to Sweden and email it to me. I kiss her goodbye and close my computer and get ready for my date at the club.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 16:30:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				We stayed on cam for two hours up until she had to leave. Though, not much emphasis was put on the cam, it was more of her asking me basic and straightforward questions, but despite their direct approach, they had something hidden behind them. They were more of her testing my reactions. At least, that is what I thought.<br><br>To my surprise, her last demand before leaving was vague and unclear, and in total contradiction with the questions she has been asking me all through the MSN chat session. <em>'Hmmmmmmm.. What would I do if she was coming to Sweden?'</em> I thought. It was a tricky question because of its broadness.<br><br>I thought some more and remembered the chat we had. She did train someone who was in another country, she is who she claims she is after seeing her on cam, and from the questions she has been asking in the past two hours, she seems to know what she is doing. I felt more comfortable towards her and I directly opened my email account and sent her:<br><br><strong>Greeting Lady Socha,<br><br>I am writing you this email in order to respond to the demand you asked me for before leaving.<br><br>If you were to come to Sweden, and as it would be the first time we are to meet, I would like to go out with you for a coffee or lunch or dinner in order for us to sit down and talk as talking face to face is not the same as in chats. It is always better to talk face to face with people to understand our reactions towards each other and of course how well we get along.<br><br>I have to admit that I like you already :) .. And I would not hide the fact that I would be excited to meet you in person in order for us or .... to be more right, you, to decide the next step in our relation.<br><br>And of course, I would be dressed up in the way you would like me to :)<br><br>It was really great talking with you today,<br><br>I hope we can talk soon,<br><br>Take care,<br><br>Nikki</strong><br><br>I sent the email and went to lie on the sofa and think about Lady Socha. I liked the way things were going and especially that I do have a chance to be trained by her as she did train somebody out of her country before. I was really excited and happy at that moment and didn't want anything to ruin the moment...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 16:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After the session in the club, tonight with a nice young girl, I head home satisfied at how today went. Nikki was a good girl and I feel right about her. Unlike this morning, I now feel that I actually have a chance to train her as a good submissive slave. The girl I trained tonight in the club was blonde and unlike Nikki, very very muscular and thin but I can't help thinking Nikki in her place. <br><br>Content I go home and read her email, smiling as my feelings were answered in this email. She had passed my last test. Trust is the most important factor in a serious slave domme relationship and I've been up to the part where I wanted to meet girls but at my question what they would do, they always answered they would dress up like a slut and do everything I tell them to. Without first having a good face to face conversation, that would be crazy.<br><br>I reply her mail with this and after a quick scan in my schedule, I let her know that thursday I'm flying to Stockholm and call it faith or destiny, the weekend following that are free days since I have an intercontinental schedule the rest of the week. Tomorrow I fly to Australia and after that to the US up and down. After telling her this, I tell her she can contact me since I do have internet access onboard of the plane and ask her if she wants to meet me in Stockholm. For me it's important she tells me as soon as possible because I have to find a replacement for me on the way from Stockholm back to Moscow. <br><br>After reading through the message again, I close the computer and go to bed early, getting all the rest I can for my busy week ahead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 17:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I went out with my friends Saturday night for clubbing. It was fun as usual. I arrived home around 5 am Sunday morning and dipped into bed.<br><br>I woke up around noon on Sunday, thankfully, I didn't drink last night or I would have been in real hangover trouble. I took my shower, prepared a fast lunch and ate it while watching TV. Afterward, I went to sit down at my laptop to check my emails and the fetish website. I usually spend the whole Sunday afternoon and evening chatting with my fellow fetishists.<br><br>First, I had to check the reply to the email I sent to Lady Socha about if she was to come to Stockholm. I smiled as my attraction grew closer to this woman and her understanding of things was great. She made me feel comfortable as she mentioned the trust issues and agreed with me on the face to face issue. Then in the last paragraph of her email, she sent me that she will be in Stockholm on Thursday and she gave me a briefing on her time schedule.<br><br>I paused at that and started to think that maybe it a little early to meet her but then I shook off these thoughts and criticized myself. <em>'Early for what? She is an understanding woman, experienced, and from our conversations, this feels right! Plus, I really want this training!!!' </em>. I smiled as I finally came up to that conclusion and I sent her a reply.<br><br>In summary, I told her that I am happy that she thinks the same as me with the face to face issue and that it makes me feel more comfortable towards her. And then in the end I sent her that I cannot skip work Thursday but I can leave work Friday after lunch and go to Stockholm and arrive around the evening. I asked her if that is OK with her so that she could send me more details about where she is going to stay and where we can meet...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 20:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sleep good and warm thinking about my date for the coming week and wake up from the alarm. Yawning I quickly get up and turn on the computer. While the machine is starting up, I prepare my breakfast and eat it, while I read her email. <br><br>Nikki can't make it thursday which is a little disappointing for me since it takes me some effort to get my shift off but I have no choice to accept it. I decide to book a hotel at the airport on the day I get there and send her a confirmation mail in which I summarize what we had discussed. Deciding it's best to give her my number to make it easier to meet friday afternoon I add it to the email and send it to her.<br><br>Quickly I pack my suitcase and take a quick shower before leaving and taking the subway to the airport. Thirty minutes later I arrive to the airport and board the plane and start preparing it with my colleagues for the long flight to Australia.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 18:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sunday finished and I slept early for work next day. Monday, bloody Mondays! The hardest days for me to wake up! It is the start of the week and the weekend is a long way off. I finally stretched myself off bed and turned on the laptop before heading to shower.<br><br>After shower, I checked only the mail for a reply from Lady Socha and I got it. I smiled happily and saved her number in my mobile phone and sent her a confirmation about Friday's meeting. <br><br>It was exciting and I knew it is going to distract me in work the whole day but I love it when things I love to do and I am excited for distract me off work, it makes me feel happy and takes my mind off the sometimes boring tasks at work.<br><br>It was a long long day at work. I was happy that it ended. <br><br>The rest of the week demanded hard work too. And finally, it was Thursday! The day Lady Socha will come to Stockholm! It felt nice! We spent the past three days just emailing each other about how was our day and such formalities...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 10:58:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. We will soon land on runway zero one right on Stockholm Arlanda airport. We kindly ask you to take your seats and fasten your seatbelts. On behalf of the entire crew we wish you a pleasant stay in the Swedish capital and we hope you had a good flight."</em><br><br>Finally I reached the destination I had wanted to go for the entire week and clean up the galley and strap the foodcarts tight. Then when I made sure everybody is seated and locked their belts I go to my place and strap myself in. The flight from Moscow had been a short and good flight, unlike the flights overseas. We touchdown and thirty minutes later the plane is empty. <br><br>Because I could not find a replacement I have to stay onboard and help prepare the plane for the returnflight but since Nikki won't meet me until tomorrow, I have plenty of time. When the new batch of passengers board, I greet my co workers and leave the plane. I have a small suitcase, packed with some items I might need on Nikki and I walk through the airport to the main hall, thinking what the best thing would be. <br><br>The airport is located north of the city and I'm not sure if I should get a hotel here on the airport or head my way into town. Seeing how I have to entertain myself tonight and tomorrow morning, I decide to go to town.<br>When I leave the train at the platform I leave the station and ask a clerk for a hotel and walk in the directions he gave me. After a few streets I see a nice small hotel and I check in and go to my room. <br><br>I spend the evening walking around the city and go to bed early. In the morning I have breakfast and take a shower and around midday I go down to the bar, keeping a good eye on my phone to message Nikki the hotel name when she calls or messages me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 13:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite my excitement that it was Thursday, I had one of the toughest days at work as I had to work overtime until 8 pm! I was exhausted and as soon as I finished work, I just went back home, prepared something to eat and slept. I wanted to call Lady Socha or text her but I was too tired to do so.<br><br>I had a long nice and needed sleep. I woke up in the morning and stayed in bed for a while and started to think about my meeting with Lady Socha today. It was kind of mysterious as we did not really agree on something specific. It was more of a get together to get to know each other better. It was exciting.<br><br>I finally got out of bed and showered. I logged into my laptop and booked a train ticket to Stockholm at 1, which is 1 hour after my lunch break. And as I woke up early this morning, I prepared a small suitcase that would be enough for the weekend at least as I also didn't know when is she planning on leaving.<br><br>I left to work and as soon as I arrived I took permission to leave at lunch time and it was granted. I smiled and the morning finished fast and soon it was 12 pm. It was time to leave. I rushed home, took my suitcase and left to the station. I arrived there around 12:50. I took out my cell phone and sent Lady Socha a message.<br><br><strong>"Hiya,<br><br>I am leaving here in 10 minutes, I will arrive to Stockholm around 4. I am sorry I could not send you yesterday but work got busy on me. I hope you had a nice trip. See you soon. Nikki"</strong><br><br>The train arrived and I hopped in it..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 13:22:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am just on my cup of coffee when my phone buzzes. In record time I fish it out of my pocket and slide it open. <br><br><strong>Hiya,<br><br>I am leaving here in 10 minutes, I will arrive to Stockholm around 4. I am sorry I could not send you yesterday but work got busy on me. I hope you had a nice trip. See you soon. Nikki</strong><br><br>Hiya. I need to work on that American slang of hers but I'm confident of getting that out of her quick enough. Most important of today though is to see if the click that was there on the internet, is there in real life as well. I check my watch and decide to go for a walk in the city and if I can find the station I might wait there.<br><br>During my stroll through the city I come to the conclusion the city is rather nice and clean unlike Moscow and I quite like it. I find out Stockholm has several train stations and since I don't know where she lives I decide not to take the risk of her arriving at a different station than the one I'm waiting at. I stroll home and buy some snacks and drinks for tonight. Although we will probably go out for dinner, I live by the motto better safe than sorry. <br><br>When I get back to the hotel I make myself comfortable in the hotel lobby and take out my phone again. I write her a message in which I give her the adress and name of the hotel and lay back in the lounge chair waiting for Nikki.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 14:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I waited for her reply but did not get one soon so I decided to take a nap in the train. I woke up to the buzzing and vibration of a message. I rapidly opened my eyes and fetched my mobile in my jeans pocket to read the message. It was from Lady Socha giving me the address of her hotel. I heard about it but I never saw it and did not know its location. I checked the time and I was 30 minutes from arriving.<br><br>I replied directly that I reach the station in 30 minutes and I will send her another message when I ask for directions on how to reach the hotel. <br><br>The 30 minutes passed and I finally arrived. I put on my coat and pulled my suitcase and went off the train. It was cold, as usual, especially in this time of the year, the middle of December. I was dressed in tight jeans, a light cotton blouse, converse shoes and of course the jacket. I headed into the information desk to ask for directions to the hotel.<br><br>I was told it was 10 minutes away from here by a taxi. The taxis were parked in numbers by the station and I took one and gave the driver the directions. I sent Lady Socha another message that I will be there in approximately 10 minutes...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 14:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As I read the message of Nikki that she is arriving in 10 minutes I start hesitating. Should I wait for her in the hotel room starting her training the moment she walks inside? Or should I wait for her here and have a face to face talk first. The first one appeals to me more at the moment, especially since the busy week I had but I have to get over it and talk to her first.<br><br>Looking in the mirror across the room I judge myself and if my clothes are good enough for the situation. Loose jeans and a white blouse with the lower buttons open to reveal my bellybutton and the top button open to reveal my white bra a bit too. My white puma sneakers finish the outfit and I think I look enough for a first date. One thing I'm not sure about is whether or not to treat her like a slave from the moment I see her or again give her and myself the possibility to talk things over as equal first. It's better to decide things like this on the spot and that is exactly what I will do. <br><br>About ten minutes later a taxi pulls up in front of the hotel and a girl steps out. From behind in the lounge area where I sit, I can't see a face but my heart is racing as it must be her. Nervously I pick up my glass and take a drink from my juice as she walks in. It is indeed Nikki and I wave when she looks my direction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 15:30:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the 10 minutes started to pass, I was getting closer and closer to the moment of truth, the moment where I am going to meet a Dominant female that is to train me if everything goes fine. I started to stress a little but I decided to act normal as I regained my confidence. Although I decided to act myself and be confident, I did not forget that I am the one who is going to be trained, and I am the submissive one, and she is the trainer and the Dominant.<br><br>The taxi stopped and there was no time for any more thoughts. I took off my purse, paid him, took a deep breath and went to the trunk where the driver helped me with the suitcase. I took another deep breath in and my heart started beating faster as I walked towards the entrance of the lobby. I smoothly wandered into the lobby and my eyes started to look around for a sight of Lady Socha, and the moment I turned right, she was there waving at me.<br><br>I did not know what struck me at that moment, it was a mixture of stress and excitement, I dragged my suitcase behind me and approached her. I stood in front of her and lowered myself down a little and extended my hand for a hand shake and said softly <strong>"Hello!"</strong>. My voice had an excitement tone in it and I could not say anything more...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 15:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nikki had looked good on the webcam but seeing her body now for real was even better. Firm breasts, pretty eyes and a nice haircut. She is a bit smaller than I am which is always good at a sub.<br><br>I shake her hand and greet her. After I asked her for a drink I motion her to sit down in the lounge and walk to the bar and order her a drink, thinking of what to do now. As I sit down too I smile at her and ask her how her trip was.<br><br><strong>"Nikki before we do anything I would like us to talk as equal. It's important to have a feel and a click and in my experiences it is best to start as normal. At least for now."</strong><br><br>I then tell her my plans to have dinner somewhere tonight to talk things over again and when we finish our drinks I show her the hotel room.<br><br><strong>"You really are a beautiful girl Nikki," </strong> I say to her. <strong>"If you wish to change clothes, do it now then we can go find a restaurant."</strong><br>My english is good since I need it for my job but no matter how hard I try, I can't hide my Russian accent. Here in Sweden I don't know how many people speak English well enough but from what I had seen on the chats, Nikki's English is good enough too. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 22:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I felt the warmth in her hand as she shook my hand back and her welcoming smile and the way she asked about what I wanted for a drink made me feel more welcome and comfortable. I smiled at her, <strong>"I would have some orange juice please"</strong> I asked politely and took my seat on the leather couch in the lounge as she headed to the bar.<br><br>I watched her as she confidently walked up to the bar, her amazing figure wandered with no hesitation, and her body was outstanding. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Nikki before we do anything I would like us to talk as equal. It's important to have a feel and a click and in my experiences it is best to start as normal. At least for now."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I nodded and smiled in agreement and admiration at her way of thinking. And then she told me about her plans of having dinner outside and I showed no objection and smiled at her and thanked her.<br><br>I followed her to the room while dragging my suitcase behind me as she told me if I needed to use the toilet or change and I told her that I indeed needed the toilet to freshen up. We entered the room and it was cozy and warm. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You really are a beautiful girl Nikki,"&nbsp; .... "If you wish to change clothes, do it now then we can go find a restaurant."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I looked at her and smiled and told her that she was beautiful too, more than the pictures and on the webcam. I then insisted on that I did not need to change my clothes but I just wanted to use the toilet to freshen up. I entered the toilet and washed my face and had a look in the mirror and took a deep breath as I just realized that this is happening for real, the feeling in me was indescribable. A few minutes later, I opened the toilet's door and emerged out of it and said <strong>"I'm ready"</strong>...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The internet slave {Dashenka and MsNikki}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 08:45:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Nikki is in the bathroom refreshing herself after her journey from wherever she lives, I check myself in the mirror and re-adjust my make up. A little blue eyeshade and a dark mascara. Due to the paleness of my skin I decide not to wear any lipstick. I usually wear my long blonde hair loose and the compliments I get for it are plenty so for this occasion I decide to leave it loose.<br><br>Then emerges from the bathroom again and she takes me again with her beauty. Maybe I am excaggerating but this girl has something about her that makes my heart beat faster. Maybe her eyes or hair or maybe simply the style she has or her body.<br><br>I hope from the bottom of my heart that Nikki is serious about this whole thing and I also hope we can find a way to make this work.<br><br>"Ive seen a restaurant a few blocks away. It looked cosy and good."<br>While walk there, we both don't really know what to say and I hate myself for it. I never had this problem, specially not since I began practising BDSM, but with Nikki, I have no idea what to say. I ask her about her trip and how work was and I'm thankful we finally make it to the restaurant which turned out to be a little bistro.<br><br>We get our menucards pretty quickly but I don't speak nor read Swedish so I smile to Nikki and ask her if they have steak on the menu.<br>Finally I get to my senses and ask her if she wants to know what she can expect from me and what I expect of her should we take this serious.
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