The first time I met Anna we didn’t speak. No sound passed between us. For my part, the only sound was some soft music in the background. It was a long time ago but I believe it was Beethoven. I might be wrong but either way, it’s not really important. What was important was that the silence was filled with messages, hesitant at first but quickly becoming bolder. I think I was more used to this than her at the time because I spent a lot of time chatting both at home and around the world. She, it turned out, was taking her first baby steps, not just in the world of idle chat but into one of a more intimate nature. Let me start from an earlier beginning. I have both a public and a private persona. They are kept separate, not through shame on my part but through the difficulty many of my friends and colleagues would have with my other lifestyle. To most of the world, I am simply a middle-aged lesbian with a nice middle-class job in a nice home. Even my best friends know me as such and accept me. I’m sure some neighbours must use me for over-the-wall gossip but, to my face, they are as friendly and kind as one could wish for. It is after work and in the privacy of my home that my more secret side comes to the fore.In those moments I am a Mistress or Domme, call me what you will. Some of you may already be aware of the lifestyle, may even be part of it, in which case little more is needed in the way of explanation. Others may be completely ignorant or mildly intrigued. Although I have had one or two ‘girlfriends’ in real life, most of my work – and I do think of it as work – has been done online, sometimes via Skype but mostly via text chat. It may seem strange to the uninitiated but there are many women who enjoy and crave being submissive to someone else. Anna was one of those.I regularly use a site designed for those of us who are into the lifestyle and want to meet and chat and occasionally get more intimate with each other. I spend most of my time simply chatting with like-minded people and that’s what I was doing on the night I met ‘shyanna’ – her on-site name. At first, she was a silent watcher in the crowd while I chatted away to other regulars. Then, at very rare moments, she would come out with a comment before lapsing back into silence. For some reason, her posts began to capture my attention and I started to respond with a comment. She began to comment more often and I got the underlying impression that here was a young girl who was a newcomer to the site and who was very nervous, almost frightened, to be there.One evening I was chatting as normal when she logged on. After about an hour in among all the general chit-chat, we began to get a little rapport going and I sensed that she was beginning to relax. Her posts became very obviously directed at me. One regular friend in chat even joked that I had a new fan. Annoyingly, this sent her back into her shell and it was a few minutes before she posted again. As she had now piqued my interest, and to avoid her any further embarrassment, I decided to offer her the chance of a more private one-to-one chat and opened a chat box in her name.Mistress_Christine: Hello shyanna.There was then a long pause before …shyanna: Hello Mistress Christine.Mistress_Christine: Please, just call me Christine.shyanna: Sorry Miss. I mean sorry Christine.Mistress_Christine: You’re fairly new here?shyanna: Yes Miss I joined a few days ago.I decided to let her use of the title Miss go for now. Aas many do, she seemed more comfortable when she used it.Mistress_Christine: In that case welcome. Are you enjoying your experience?shyanna: Escort Beşevler I am Miss mostly thanks to you chatting to me.Mistress_Christine: The pleasure is all mine. What prompted you in here in the first place?Here again there was a pause during which I brought her profile on screen. This claimed that she was nineteen (a year over the minimum allowed by the site), a lesbian, of average build and height, blonde, and of most interest, living very close by.shyanna: I sort of found it by accident Miss. And it interested me.Mistress_Christine: Interested in what way?Poor girl, I was keeping her off-balance with all my questions.Mistress_Christine: Does the D/s lifestyle interest you?shyanna: I’m not sure Miss.Mistress_Christine: Not sure? But curious enough to come in here, fill out a profile and start chatting?shyanna: Yes Miss.Mistress_Christine: I’ve read your profile.shyanna: Is it ok, Miss?Mistress_Christine: How long have you known you were a lesbian?shyanna: Since about 13 Miss.Mistress_Christine: And now you are looking at pastures new?Again a pause.shyanna: I’m not sure Miss.Mistress_Christine: Tell me about your last girlfriend. Did she dominate you?shyanna: Errr not really MissMistress_Christine: Not really? What is that supposed to mean?shyanna: I suppose she was more or less in chargeMistress_Christine: And you were happy with that?shyanna: In a way it was nice not having to decide everythingMistress_Christine: Is she still around?shyanna: No Miss she moved awayMistress_Christine: And since then?shyanna: Nothing MissMistress_Christine: So now you are frustrated and thought to pick on me?shyanna: No Miss please don’t think thatMistress_Christine: Be that as it may I have to go now. If you are lucky I may be here tomorrow nightshyanna: I shall try and be here MissMistress_Christine: Goodnight for nowshyanna: Goodnight MissAnd that, in essence, was the first conversation we had. She was interesting to me but not outstanding as a prospect although there was something that hinted of more to come. The true test would be tomorrow. Would she be there? Would she summon the courage to contact me? I was interested enough to want to find out.But the next night I deliberately didn’t log on to the site. I thought I’d let her stew for a while. I needed to make it clear that I was not at her beck and call and that it was her job to wait for me. Two nights later, I finally logged on quite late and only half expected her to be there. I scanned the list of names and, to my surprise, there she was. I ignored her and started joining in with the general conversation and making it clear that I had arrived in the room. After about ten minutes her name appeared at the top of the page. I ignored this as well for a further five minutes before finally opening the box to see what she had written.shyanna: Good evening Miss may I talk to you?Mistress_Christine: You mayshyanna: I waited for you last night MissMistress_Christine: I was busy elsewhereshyanna: Of course Miss thank you for being here tonightMistress_Christine: I don’t have long but we can chat for a whileshyanna: Thank you MissI left a silence to see how she would respond.shyanna: I really enjoyed our chat the other day MissMistress_Christine: Do you have a desktop or a laptop?shyanna: I have a laptop MissMistress_Christine: Good … kneel on the floor with the laptop in front of youThere was a slight pauseshyanna: I am kneeling MissMistress_Christine: Good … from now on when we chat you will be kneeling. Is that clear?shyanna: Yes MissMistress_Christine: Çankaya escort How do you feel about kneeling for me?shyanna: It sort of feels right MissAnd that was as far as I pushed her on that night. It is too easy to force a novice sub to go too quickly and frighten them away but I was pleased with the fact that she already showed a willingness to obey and seemed to be comfortable with being told to kneel.The rest of our short time that evening was spent in mild questioning from me with useful information gleaned from her. She worked as a junior clerk in a bank and lived alone in a small flat on the first floor of a Victorian house. From what I could tell it seemed to be quite close by. This was both exciting and hinted at a need for caution on my part.So it went on for a few more meetings. Slowly, I progressed her through various stages. After two more meetings she was kneeling in just her bra and panties. I asked her if she was aroused and she hesitantly agreed that she was. That night I left her in a state of arousal with the instruction to masturbate after I had left and to report back to me the next time, which she duly did. She gradually became less nervous and began to talk more freely about her feeling both in and out of chat. We also spoke more about her generally and, through snippets of information she let slip, I worked out that she wasn’t just living in the same district as me but that we were almost next door neighbours.A couple of times on the way home from work, I drove past what I believed to be her home. It was a three storey Victorian house with high ceilings for both the ground and first floor. There was an ornate wrought-iron balcony across the front of the house that she’d once mentioned that she had access to through a French window in her flat. She said she would sometimes sit there on warm summer evenings. I just needed to confirm my guess.Over the next couple of chats, I persuaded her to switch to Skype. For intimate chats I prefer it to the chat room as I’m no longer conscious of a roomful of inquisitive women next door and the continuous interruptions from other girls eager to play. We began by continuing with chat as she was comfortable with that. I was also still instructing her to bring herself to an orgasm after each chat. The night we first went on Skype I changed that instruction and forbade her to touch herself until I gave her permission. The disappointed tone of her chat was almost palpable but she promised to be obedient.The next time we chatted, a couple of days later, I suggested we switch to voice chat as this would make life easier. I also felt, but didn’t mention it to her, that it would free up her hands. At this point she was still presenting herself for me kneeling and wearing her bra and panties. Eventually I wanted to switch to camera mode and I wanted her to reveal herself while being watched.Using voice made it much easier to pick up the nuances of her feelings. Shs was nervous to begin with but slowly relaxed. There were brief pauses when I asked her awkward or intimate questions.“Have you had an orgasm since we spoke last?”“No Miss, you told me not to.”“Good girl.”“Do you want to?”“Oh yes, Miss.”“And will you … after I’ve left?”“Only if you say I can, Miss.”“But you are hoping that I give permission.”“Yes please, Miss.”“I like a girl who is obedient. I am pleased with you so far … and how is it … talking and not typing?”“You have a lovely voice, Miss.”“Thank you. Your voice sounds even younger that you are.”“A few people have said that, Miss.”We chatted for Cebeci escort bayan about an hour during which time I didn’t make her do anything new as I thought getting her used to using her voice was enough for one night. There was just one more thing I needed to do before signing off.“I am going soon shyanna.”“Oh Miss …”The sadness in her voice was clear. I left a pause before replying.“I am sure you are waiting for my permission.”“Yes Miss, please. If you please, Miss.”Her voice had a satisfying pleading tone.“Not tonight. You can wait a little longer. I shall be back here in two days, you can wait till then. Understood?”“Yes Miss,” came the faint reply and I detected a slight sob.“Now goodnight to you and straight to bed.”“Yes, Miss and thank you for being here tonight.”I logged off before she could continue. I felt the whole evening had gone well and yet another step had been taken and a fun-filled future lay ahead.I left her hanging for a few days, four to be exact rather than the two I had suggested. I needed some time to plan my next move and she needed time to learn obedience and for her frustration to build up. On a day off, I drove past her house before doing a circuit round the block and parking opposite her. More in hope than expectation, I tried my lap top and, much to my amazement, there was a decent signal that I could tap into. I tried various websites just to check and it seemed fairly reliable. This immediately set a plan in motion for the future.When evening came, I logged in and pressed the call button and she answered almost immediately.“Good evening, Miss.”“Good evening, shyanna. Have you been a good girl?”“I haven’t played with myself if that’s what you mean, Miss.”“Then you have pleased me. I want to try something different this evening.”“Yes Miss, whatever you want, of course.”“Time to take a look at you I think. Click on the ‘camera’ icon.”There was a slight delay and then a cam request came on my screen. I clicked on ‘accept’ and, after a short delay, she appeared on my screen. In the corner there was a small black square which should have been me but I had covered my camera with black sticky tape. I silently examined the image of the semi-naked girl knelt in front of the camera. She looked younger than her claimed age and appeared to be slim, quite slight in build. She wore a pink bra and, even to me, shockingly tiny panties also in pink. I watched her lips move slightly ahead of the voice coming out of the speakers.“Hello, Miss.”“Hello shyanna, it’s good to see you at last. You’re looking lovely in pink.”“Thank you Miss. Errr… I think your camera may be broken, Miss.”“Its fine, I’ve just covered it over. You have to earn the right to see me.”“Yes Miss, I’m sorry, Miss.”“Sit up straight so I can see you properly,” I told her, affecting my most stern voice.The image on the screen visibly stiffened and her back arched pushing her small breasts forward.“You are very pretty, shyanna.”“Thank you, Miss.”“It’s time to take off the bra, I think.”I sat back and watched as she slowly reached behind her and unclasped the strap. Slowly, shyly, she let the shoulder straps slide down her arms and finally she removed the bra entirely and laid it on the floor next to her. I could see her hands twitching, desperate to cover herself, but she managed to control her instincts. Her breasts were small but very pretty, very suited to a young slim girl.“Hands behind your head and back straight,” I commanded her.Slowly she obeyed and her posture made her breasts stand out. Even with the poor quality of the image I could see her nipples standing out. It was an image to gladden the heart of any red-blooded Mistress.“I imagine you are quite aroused.”“Oh yes, Miss.”“I have made you wait for some time, have I not?”“It was what you wanted me to do, Miss.”“Exactly. Now that final scrap between your legs. Tilt the screen slightly and stand up.”