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   This story is the first part in a three part series portraying in part
the journey of one young Lady into the world of BDSM.  The second part of
this story is titled There You Are, and is now available for viewing, as is
the third part of the story titled Now Where Are You.

   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   All names and places and events are fictional.  Any resemblance to
people living or dead is purely coincidental.  This story is a work of
fiction, and the author does not condone any practices described in this
story.  Fantasy is fantasy, and reality is reality, please know the
difference.

   Where Are You by: Blade c July, 2012

   It was not the humiliation.  No in fact it had nothing at all to do with
the circumstances.  Trying to open the door against the cold wind and bits
of rain.  It was anything but a pleasant way to spend her lunch hour.  She
tried to pull her sweater tight as she pushed towards her car.  She had not
gotten to where she is in life by making dumb decisions.  This one had to
be one of the most blatantly outlandish ones ever.  In fact looking into
the horrible weather she began to laugh.  Gawd!  She thought to herself
shaking her head "What the hell was I thinking"?

   Pulling out her phone she clicked on it to check the time.  Well she had
seventeen minutes before having to check back at work.  That basically told
her that she had sat for forty minutes in the waiting area for Mr.  No
Show. She had been thinking about maybe losing a bit of weight but no this
diet plan was definitely not the one for her.  Now trying to check if she
had any texts or messages as she was fumbling through her purse looking for
her keys.  She knew there would be no messages or texts.  It was like every
twenty four seconds and she was checking it out while she waited.  Another
gust and Brrrrr the wind was cold.  Looking again she remembered she had
put the keys in her sweater pocket.  Ah there they were.  She found the
right one and opened the door.

   Crawling in as the wind pushed the door hard against her.  Sitting at a
bit of an angle she let go and heard the door slam.  OK let?s just forget
today ever happened she told herself.  Pressing the brake she turned the
ignition, heard the radio and felt the car come alive.  The heater although
a bit cool felt awfully good.  Putting the car into gear she attempted to
move her left leg.  Geesh she thought now what?  In her haste to get in the
car she had caught her pant leg in the door jamb.  Opening the door a bit
she pulled the fabric in.  Oh cute, she thought, now a big black smudge. 
What else can go wrong?  Uneventfully she made her way to work.  Trying to
listen to the music and block out all her not so pleasant thoughts from her
mind.

   The direction the wind was blowing and where she had parked her car made
the walk into the building not bad at all.  Once inside she warmed up
rather quickly.  She seemed all toasty and such.  Going towards the back
she was soon seated at her work station.  There were a couple of notes on
her desk to call so and so and another to call so and so.  Well she knew
what she wanted to call the one so and so, she fumed.  Another from the
CEO: there was to be a special meeting at 3:15 that afternoon.  Yup just
what she wanted to do, it was not like she wasn't already behind.

   Feeling another presence about her she soon felt a reassuring hand on
her shoulder.  "So tell me sunshine how did your blind lunch date go?"

   With that she could hear a light laugh with a bit of a sneer in it.  She
knew it was only Kim.  They worked together and got along great.  She had a
way different attitude about things but that was one of the many good
things about her.  No they were not best friends.  Well OK they were
friends of sorts on Facebook and in real life.  But hey this is the work
place.

   Being excited and all Aileen just had to tell someone about this new guy
she had met.  No she did not let her in on all the details.  Basically she
said that they had met on a dating sight.  She knew Kim would cringe if she
ever found out the dating sight was Collarme.  Much less if she knew what
the site was about.  So the little white lie she had told her friend was
that they had meet on Twomanyfish about four months ago and seemed to have
a lot in common.  He was from Lubbock and in town today to look at a job
site.  He was into heavy construction and his company wanted him to bid on
a job at the University.  Quickly she thought to herself, yes that's it. 
He got caught up with work and did not make it to the restaurant in time.
Swirling her chair around, she looked up at Kim.  Now she had a nice smile
on her face.  She had convinced herself that he had gotten tied up in
business.  As she had not given him her cell number he had no way to
contact her.  Yes that is it, he was busy.

   "Oh it was pretty good actually" she said as she smiled up at her
friend. "I wouldn't go as far as to say tall dark and handsome but yes a
nice rugged built and a face to match."

   "Hhhmmmm sounds serious.  So he bowled you over"?  Shrugging her
shoulders she smiled and gave Kim that who knows look.

   Watching the manager come in the door, Kim said "Best get back to work.
We'll talk about it later." Winked and left to her desk.  Turning back
Aileen stared into the computer screen.  Why had she lied she asked
herself?

   One of the things she really loved about her job was the day always
passed by quickly.  Everyone got along and plenty to do.  This afternoon
was no exception.  After making the two phone calls she was busy tracking
numbers.  Hearing the buzz on the intercom she glanced towards her phone.

   Pressing the button she heard the voice of the CEO's secretary, "Hey
everyone is waiting on you.  Didn't you get my note?"

   Yikes she had no clue the time that had passed so quickly.  "Sorrrrrrrry
be right there!" She picked up her writing pad grabbed a couple of pens and
off down the hall to the meeting.  As she reached out to open the door she
remembered her lunch date.  The pang hit her.  Opening the door she was
greeted by about a dozen eyeballs.  No, none of them wanted to be in here
any longer than necessary.  Here she was holding them up.

   For the most part the meeting was a positive one.  Seems they had met or
passed most of their goals the last quarter.  Now the CEO was trying to
explain a new strategy as well as to let them all in the know of a possible
acquisition.  Not saying anything she thought, I am already on overload, we
are going to need some new help.  Soon the meeting was over.  Checking the
clock on the wall it was 4:22.  Standing up the CEO motioned her over.

   Handing her a folder full of papers he smiled at her.  "Want you to take
this home and look the papers over and give me a review on the project.  I
have faith in you and you know I will take care of you?  not sure how? 
comp time or bonus or something.  Think you can have it out by Friday?"

   Shrugging her shoulders she said "I have no clue what it is."

   Again he smiled, "You are a good team player now get going." He started
putting papers in his brief case.  Well that answers that she thought.

   Back at her work place she knew if she really hustled she would get most
of the papers in order.  Wanting to look and see what the CEO had given her
she decided she was busy enough already.  It could wait till after dinner.
Hearing the buzz and stirring she knew it was time to get out of Dodge. 
Her boss came by and complimented her on her diligence at getting things in
order and out.

   "You know you should think about where you want to go in this bank" she
told her.  They had been over this subject several times.  Rather than
reply she nodded her head in agreement.  Looking down again she knew by the
sight of the folder it would be a lot of extra time on this paper work the
CEO had given her.  I am already on overload, she thought.  Why would I
want to take on any added responsibility?

   Out the door she went.  Was still brisk but at least the wind was gone.
Opening her trunk she put the folder in grabbed a change of shoes and
thought, well I missed lunch guess I will go feed myself something nice? 
Driving towards the restaurant she again was hit with what happened to that
Mr.  No Show.  Of course now he was aka Asshole!

   Not sure what to eat she opted for a chicken salad.  Waiting for the
waiter to bring her order she was now wishing she had brought the paperwork
in with her to study.  Wait, she thought.  I am going to contact that SOB
and give him a piece of my mind.  Turning her phone back on she saw where
she had missed two calls and saw a text from Kim.  Inquiring minds want to
know, was all it said.  Well for now she was going online and speaking her
mind with the Mr.  No Show.  Getting on line she soon was back on Collarme.


   Looking at her friends list she went up and down and back and forth. 
She could not find him.  Well she remembered his profile name so she typed
it in.  4everyoung, nothing came up.  Was it ForEverYoung?  Still nothing,
about then the waiter showed up with her meal.  To heck with it she
thought. This phone doesn't work right half the time.  I will try in on the
laptop at home when I get there.  She watched as the waiter walked off. 
Nice ass she thought.  Then thought no he is a bit young.  Then again well
he could pound my pussy hard and I would just leave?  Awww, she felt a
moist spot.  Who needs Mr.  No Show she mused?

   Walking into the kitchen she was greeted by the yelping of her two pups.
Turning on the light they were attacking her.  No matter how hard she tried
they would never get enough attention.  Should the truth be known they were
not pups either.  Hey they're little fellows so she could treat them so. 
Tossing the folder on the table she bee-lined it to the bedroom.  Off came
everything and a loose denim shirt was thrown on.  Walking bare footed she
opened the pantry and grabbed some dog food.  This ought to keep them out
of my hair for about thirty seconds, she thought.  Putting their bowl down,
she flopped on the sofa, folder and all.  Opening it up she quickly
realized that she was supposed to get a game plan for the new branches they
were buying in El Paso.  Also in big red letters she saw the sticky note.
?This could mean a promotion for you.?  It was underlined twice.  Oh gawd,
she thought.  I hope the CEO and my boss are not collaborating now?

   Everything was laid out pretty cut and dried.  Yes a lot of paper work
to be filed and such.  Notices sent out, the usual BS one gets when the
government is involved.  Although she had never done one of these on her
own she had a hand in others.  Piece of cake, she thought, just real time
consuming.  With that she got up and jumped in the shower.  It was getting
late and she had another busy day ahead of her.

   Getting out of the shower and brushing her hair out till it was almost
dry.  She was quickly under the sheets.  The image of the waiter was stuck
in her mind.  She hadn't had any in a while and it was beginning to show in
her moods and such.  Then she snapped back to the real world and thought of
Mr.  No Show.  Going back into the kitchen she grabbed her laptop and took
it back to the bedroom.  Well since she was not able to meet him for real
now she could give him a piece of her mind online.  Going to Collarme it
was the same as it was in the restaurant.  His profile would not come up.

   They had been exchanging emails for about two weeks so she went to check
his emails.  The same thing?  they were all gone.  No matter what she tried
his account was no longer there.  She sent an email to the moderators of
the group.  They said no such file name existed and they could not give out
any confidential information if it did anyhow.  She was now a bit stumped,
but also a lot tired.  Putting the laptop aside, she reached out and turned
the night light out.  Closing her eyes she thought, in the morning I will
call Lubbock and talk to the company he is working for.  Better yet, she
thought, I will also call the college and see where the new construction
was taking place.  He had sent her a couple of his pictures so she would
recognize him should she see him.  Last thing she remembered was rubbing
her pussy and thinking of the young hunk waiter.

   Next morning was pretty much like any other morning of getting ready for
work.  On her way out of the house she grabbed a piece of scratch paper and
jotted a couple of numbers down.  The first one was from the Roswell
directory, the other from her phone pad.  On the way to work she dialed the
number in Lubbock.  Being that they are an hour ahead she knew someone
would be answering.  After about five rings an answering machine kicked in.
Not knowing what else to do she left her name and number.  As far as the
college she would wait and call them from work after nine.

   Having forgotten to put gas the evening before she pulled into the
Allsup's.  Thinking she did not want coffee or a doughnut from work, she
decided to go in.  Then her phone rang.  She recognized the number and
thought to herself, now I will get even with the SOB.  She answered and
told the party on the other line that she was looking for Rob Whitehead.

   The man replied, ?I think you have the wrong number young Lady.  There
is no Rob Whitehead here.?

   ?Isn't this Hummingbird Construction??

   ?Sure is, Ma'am.  I work alone and don't have employees.  Mostly do odd
jobs painting and such.  You sure you have the right number??

   "I will have to double check," she replied.  "Sorry to have bothered
you."

   Walking into the store she stood in line.  Taking a twenty out of her
purse when it was her turn she told the clerk, "Ten on pump three and a
pack of cigarettes."

   Shaking his head he looked at her, "Any particular brand?"

   She almost didn't hear him, then she snapped.  "Sorry the cheapest ones
you have." She hadn't smoked in over a year and her appetite was gone.

   Having parked her car she went in the side door and to her desk.  To the
left of her she could see the others gossiping and eating some type of
breakfast.  Kim was looking her way and waved her over.  She just shook her
head no and sat down.  Opening her purse to drop her keys in she saw the
pack of cigarettes.  She had not opened it and had actually been tobacco
free for almost fourteen months.  Why had she bought them?

   The next couple of days went about as normal as normal could be.  Kim
had hinted a couple of times about her date.  When Aileen finally got to
talk to a real person at the college she was informed that there was no
construction going on.  Although they had applied for a grant the
Legislature had turned it down.  You know the economy is down and such, she
was told.  She repeated the question.

   It sounded like the man on the other end of the phone was getting a bit
annoyed.  He told her, "Ma'am last construction here was two years ago the
new dorms for married couples.  Haven't had anything else since."

   She told him Thank You and hung up.  One day for lunch she had gone to
the public library and tried to look up Mr.  No Show on their system. 
Thinking maybe he had her blocked or something?  Still nothing, why had he
gone through all this trouble to get to know her then just disappear?  Now
she was kind of glad he had never showed.  Probably another loser, she
thought.

   Friday morning she walked into the CEO's office with a big proud smile
on her face.  The paper work and the project were all done.  The night
before she had stayed up past twelve getting everything in order.  She was
not sure exactly how many hours she had put in.  It was quite a few she
figured.  Well that and three packs of cigarettes.  Seems now she was back
to where she was when she quit with the cigarettes.  Reaching out and
grabbing her hand, she knew this distraction and the fact that his eyes
were glued to her breasts or any other female's who was within fifty feet
of him.

   The CEO said.  "Thanks for getting this done on time.  I knew we could
count on you.  I will study it this weekend." With that he let her hand go
but never shifted his eyesight.

   Around five that afternoon word was going around of maybe going off to
have a drink and celebrate the weekend.  She knew of the 3 or 4 who would
go, invite or not.  Sometimes she went, other times no.  She could feel the
week of many hours as it had crept into her bones.  Although the thought of
kicking back and relaxing sounded good she opted to go straight home. 
Spring was in the air.  As quickly as it had been cold it was warming up.
She was going to lay back, relax, and do nothing.  On the way home she
stopped and bought food for the weekend.  A lot of finger food and some
sodas.  Last minute she got a frozen pizza.  Back in her car and headed
home she was.

   Opening the door she was greeted by her usual choir of yelper's.  They
could see and smell the food she was carrying.  They, being as spoiled as
they were, she had bought some doggie treats for them as well.  She took
the bag of treats and led them into the back yard.  Much as she loved the
dogs tonight was her night and hers alone.  So off she went into the fenced
yard and doggie treats to boot.  She stripped right there in the front
room. No one near to see her?  what the heck, she thought.

   Tossing her panties, bra, and everything else aside she grabbed a bag of
chips along with some dip and an orange soda.  Plump, her ass was now
planted on the couch to stay for a while.  Reaching behind her she located
the remote and started channel surfing.  Seemed like a normal Friday night
on the TV.  Laughing she thought forty four channels and nothing on.  Then
she thought it is like that every night anymore.  Finally she caught Bill
Maher on one of the channels.  She liked his views and his sense of humor.
So munching on chips and dip, and sipping on a soda she listened to his
"logic" and laughed all the while.

   She had no clue how long the show had been on.  Only that it was getting
dark outside.  She decided well maybe I will pamper myself.  Sub
consciously she had been playing with her pussy the last thirty minutes or
so.  So now her thoughts went to taking a nice warm bath.  When the bath
was about half full, she would get in and press her clit against the
running water.  Been a long time since she had done that but the thought
now had her all excited.

   Opening the fridge she looked inside to get another soda.  In the corner
she saw a wine bottle about a quarter full.  It was left over from New
Years Eve but should still be good.  Wine can't spoil can it?  She thought.
Down the hall through the bedroom and into the Master Bath she marched. 
Bending over she turned the water on and set the temperature.  Standing
straight she put one leg up on the bathtub.  Opening the bottle she took a
slow drink of the wine.  Sure was cold and no it did not taste spoiled. 
The other hand was working on her pussy lips.

   She had been to long without a man, she knew.  The idea of adding
bubbles to the tub hit her mind then she remembered she had none left.  As
the tub began to fill she slowly slid in.  Working her way up she soon
could feel the warm water as it splashed against her clit.  About all she
could say was Hhhmmmm and why don't I do this more often?  In no time she
could feel the pulsating water drawing her natural juices.  She was using
both hands to hold herself in place but there was no need to touch herself?
the water was doing all the work.  Her brain was on autopilot.  She could
feel a hard climax coming on.  She was now split between: do I cum hard or
do I wait till later?  The wait won.  She had been reading some porn off
and on, on the internet.  Also she had started to develop an interest in
the world of BDSM.  Was still not sure about it but it did get her good and
wet she knew.  After soaking quite a while and finishing the bottle of wine
she got out and dried herself off.  She opted to leave her hair as it was.
She was not leaving to go anywhere till work time Monday morning.

   Feeling hot and bothered she sashayed herself to the kitchen.  Picked up
the laptop from the table and without realizing it, sashayed herself back
to the side of the bed.  Pulling the laptop towards her erect nipples she
bent a bit and pulled the covers back.  Out of the blue she saw a piece of
paper like the ones they used at work, letterhead and all.  She could feel
herself tremble.  As she reached to pick up the paper she could see her
hand shaking.  Unfolding it she read all four words.  Then she read them
again.  Her laptop slipped and fell upon the bed, although she never knew
it.  A dizzy spell was coming over her.  For the third time she read the
piece of paper.

   HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND.  That was all it said.  There it was in bold
print. HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND.

   Slowly she slithered down.  Catching herself ever so closely.  She
wanted to close her eyes but was scared to.  She wanted to look around the
room but couldn't.  She fell slowly.  She crawled into a ball, her hands
covering her face.  Then she began to cry.  She cried and cried.  After
what seemed like forever she was out of tears.  Her mind was racing but she
was no longer shaking.  She used to have a pistol but no longer.  She kept
asking herself, who had been here?  It was easy for them to get in as she
never locked the doors.  What would be the use?  Way out here if they are
going to break in, they are going to break in.  Bad enough they steal all
your stuff.  Much less have to buy a new door as well.

   Then the thought hit her.  He isn't here, lock your doors.  Go and lock
your doors!  Standing up she raced to the kitchen and went to lock the
door. It was already locked.  No, she remembered she came in with both arms
full of groceries.  She had not locked the door.  Who had locked the door?
She wondered.  She held on to the knob for what seemed like eternity.

   Slowly she turned her wrist.  Slowly the door opened up.  Peeking, not
wishing to see, she slowly let the door swing ajar.  She knew someone would
be there, she just knew it.  By now it was dark and little could she see,
but there was no one there.  She opened the door all the way.  Looked
around and in the darkness, she saw nothing.  Then looking straight ahead
she saw the brake lights.  A truck turned to the left and onto the highway
it went.  She had no clue what type of truck it was or what color for that
matter.  All she knew from the silhouette is that it was a truck.

   Slowly she closed the door, this time locking it.  Backing up a few
steps she pulled a chair up behind her.  She never took her eyes off the
door.  She was sure that whoever had been in the house was the same person
driving the truck.  Suddenly she remembered her two dogs.  Getting up and
still watching the door she went towards the backyard.  On the edge of the
porch light she could see the two dogs almost lying on top of each other
and sound asleep.  Well at least they are safe, she thought.  But am I?

   Not knowing what to do she thought she would call Kim.  She did not know
who else to call.  She went back into the kitchen and saw her purse there
on the counter.  Opening it up she began to look for her cell phone.  It
was not there.  She could not remember but thought hey maybe I took it with
me to the front room?  Looking around it was not there.  Walking again into
the kitchen she saw it on top of the fridge.  Reaching up she grabbed it
and went to start dialing.  It was just the face of the phone.  Looking up
higher there was nothing else, only the face in her hand.

   She knew who had taken the rest of the phone.  She just did not know who
he was.  She also knew that he was gone.  She had seen the taillights.  Yes
that is it, he is gone.  Unless there are two of them, she thought? 
Grabbing her purse she pulled out the keys.  Unlocking the door she slowly
opened it.  Nearing the door she pushed open the screen door.  No one was
around.  Her car was but about twenty five feet away.  Trying to be cool
and calm she walked to the car.  Opening the door she got into the dark
car. The inside light never went on.  Putting the key in the ignition she
turned it?  nothing, absolutely nothing.  She put her head on the steering
wheel.  Closing her eyes she began to cry again.  This time there were no
tears, but she cried anyway.

   To Be Continued...

   I hope you enjoyed the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com.  I look forward to hearing from you.