would go, and turn it on while I was spanking you.” Smack! The paddle came down hard across both plug and spread cheeks. “I’ll do that next time,”
Julian promised, causing Zoe to finally succumb to the most euphoric climax of her life.
For a couple of weeks, Zoe was in heaven. To finally have a lover into spanking and anal humiliation was too much joy. Her work suffered and her straight relationship disintegrated like sugar in water.
She was on the brink of being fired for spending half her time writing love letters and erotic fantasies to Julian. Then cold reality hit her in the face.
It was a Friday night and she had driven straight from work to Julian’s house intending to await his arrival. She was passing through the main hall when her eye strayed to the overflow of mail coming through the slot in the wall. She approached the pile of mail and fell to her knees on the floor with a pounding heart. There were several colored and/or scented envelopes, addressed in feminine hands, and a number of other plain white ones, all with the return addresses of women.
It had happened. The thing she had resisted considering, yet feared would separate her from Julian. His ad was out. And sure enough, also in the mail was the very first issue of the Matchmakers club publication. Frenzied with curiosity, Zoe worked open the brown envelope to pull out the thick digest. There, on page 16, in a full-page ad, was Julian’s handsome, suited portrait. The ad had been submitted to The Matchmakers before meeting Zoe. And there had been no way to pull the ad in a timely manner. But now it was out for all to see, and witness the response! The first day and already he had a mailbox full of letters.
She sat on the carpet reading over his ad many times. It reiterated much of what had been in the tape, which she hadn’t watched again since first meeting him. As Zoe read of how he sought a true submissive for esoteric B&D, she wondered how many of the girls who had responded to his ad fulfilled Julian’s requirements better than she. Suppose eight out of ten were eager and willing to stand in the corner, for instance? And three of those were pretty? And one brilliant?
She was still sitting on the floor and staring at the letters when
Julian walked in. She sprung to her feet guiltily, allowing the Matchmakers booklet to fall on the floor. A deep blush suffused her cheeks as he eyed her and the digest.
“Hi,” he said, stooping to pick up the mail and the issue.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing besides opening my mail?”
“Just the Matchmakers book, Julian. I was just so curious to see it,” she explained, with a pounding heart.
He frowned at her a moment then said, “Come with me.”
Julian led her into his study and motioned for her to sit down in the chair opposite his massive desk. After momentarily scrutinizing her fair face he directed his attention to the booklet and began to leaf through it.
“Your ad came out well,” she commented shakily. “You look handsome.” He merely raised his eyebrows at her then continued to read. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence he put down the booklet and turned his attention to the many letters. He leafed through them, shuffled them, then stacked them neatly in a pile. There were ten replies in all. Julian looked at Zoe.
“I should punish you severely for opening my mail,” he speculated. She flashed him one resentful pout then jumped to her feet.
“I’d better go now. I’m sure you want to be alone to read your mail.”
“You’ll go when I tell you to go,” he snapped, causing her to subside in the chair.
“You certainly got a lot of responses,” she commented boldly.
“A surprising amount,” he agreed, amused by her jealousy.
“I guess you won’t be needing me anymore,” she blurted out, with a catch in her voice. Then she sprung up again and made for the door.
“Zoe, where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t stay now. I’m too upset!” She ran out of the room, but he followed her and brought her back by the hand.
“Sit down,” he pushed her towards the tufted leather sofa. “You’re going to read the letters to me.” By now Julian had become very attached to Zoe and could not imagine anyone more desirable presenting herself to him. Just that morning he had sent The Matchmakers a handsome check for the introduction and had instructed them to pull his ad from the publication.
However, the prospect of all these adventurous new women offering themselves to him could not fail to intrigue the doctor, and he knew that his nature would compel him to follow up on any of the letters that seemed interesting.
Zoe accepted a letter opener and slit the first envelope. It contained a single sheet of pink paper, inscribed in a round, childish hand. There was no photo and the contents of the letter were too bland to frighten her. It was simply a letter from a 30-year-old computer consultant into spanking. She seemed inexperienced, compliant, awed by Julian’s photo but not particularly bright. Julian took the letter and told her to open the next one.
The next letter came with a photo depicting a plain, plump young woman in a black bra, panties and garter belt. She was turned with her face to the wall in a dreary apartment and her letter was equally unappealing. She claimed to be into every aspect of B&D, particularly that of sexual servitude.
“I’m not surprised, with that presentation,” Zoe snorted, slightly cheered by the contents of the first two letters. Several more letters from sincere but ordinary young women followed, generally accompanied by fuzzy snap shots. Some of the letters were surprisingly graphic, others timid and paranoid. None so far bore the stamp of originality. They flirted heavy-handedly. Not one was clever.
But the last letter was different. It came in an 8” x 10” envelope that also disgorged a glossy black and white still. Zoe’s heart contracted with pain and fear when she beheld a small waisted, stringently corseted blonde, who appeared to be of legal age, but only barely, with her long, straight hair down her back and a provocative expression in her wide, light eyes. She perched on the edge of a chair, her wrists apparently bound behind her back, her ample, surgically enhanced bosom thrust up and out and her bare bottom elegantly displayed as she sat turned three quarters from the camera lens.
Zoe handed Julian the photo with a shaky hand and lit a cigarette before reading the letter aloud.
“Dear Doctor,” she began, glancing up to watch Julian’s reaction to the beautiful, professionally photographed portrait. “I’m a single female, 23, 5’6”, 120 lbs., with measurements of 34D, 24”, 35”. I graduated from U.C.L.A. last year with a degree in Communications.
I’m currently employed as a freelance model. My photo spreads have appeared in Penthouse and Skin Two. I’ve felt myself to be submissive ever since reading The Story of O while still in high school, but it’s only recently that I’ve begun to explore this facet of my character.
I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment because none of the men I know are the slightest bit dominant, although
