Kaelynn rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 6am and she could get a possible two hours of sleep, yet she had been lying there for twenty minutes straight. Thinking of going to bed. Thinking of drifting off to sleep...thinking...thinking...Kaelynn tossed away her dark brown comforters and headed to the bathroom. She flicked on the light and sat on the cold lid of the toilet and cringed for a few moments until the firm muscles of her buttocks adjusted to the temperature. The bathroom was decorated with the liveliness of a rainforest. The carpets and rugs were bright green while the shower curtain was a dark brown with green and blue circles in it. The white sink with brown cupboards was decorated with rainforest themed toiletries. The toothbrush holder was a tree with a frog gripped to the side, it’s wide bright red eyes stared over at her. The soap dispenser was a large elephant with its trunk as a push down dispenser. A soft glowing night light in the shape of a toucan sat plugged into the outlet just over the toilet tank. Kaelynn grabbed her green bidet bottle and cleaned herself off. The warm water against her lady parts was much better than leaving flakey bits of white toilet paper. Kaelynn was a clean person, almost to the point of being obsessive but just shy of crossing that border. Kaelynn believed everything had its place and this resulted in her prevention of over buying things. If there was no space for something, then there was no need for it. She flicked off the light and walked back to bed and as she got in she grabbed the laptop which she stored under her side of the bed. Her white laptop was decorated with stickers of frogs and leopards and trees and other jungle-like things. After a moment the computer started up with a whining hum. Her screensaver was a series of natural rainforest backdrops. Forests, pools, rivers and such. A series of icons were spread across the screen in a layered alternating pattern. At the top left corner was a saved website which had presented itself in the image of a large black ‘S’ wrapped around an equally large red ‘D’. She doubled clicked the icon and the website appeared. A black screen with bright red and white details loaded. At the top of the screen in bold red letters was the words ‘BDSM LIFE’. Below that was a login box. There was no create profile since the online community only opened to the public once every six months. Members who had been an active part of the community were given a free referral to invite anyone they wanted. Every person in the community had to have a profile username that was specifically tailored to them. Kaelynn typed in, ‘Submissive Siren’ in the username and used her real name, in alternating capitalized letters as the password. The screen shifted to a new black screen with a provocative yet tasteful picture of her in the top corner. Kaelynn was five foot seven with chestnut brown hair and olive tan skin. She had soft green eyes that shifted from green to blue periodically depending upon her mood. She was curvy without being considered plus size. Kaelynn was proportioned perfectly, from her perky breasts to her rounded buttocks and her hour-glass shaped body. At the top of the screen were a number of small icons along the toolbar. In the right corner was the white icon of an envelope which had a red number five in it. She hesitated for a moment knowing that she was going to open it and most, if not all of the messages would be unflattering letters from inexperienced masters looking to use her submissiveness. She clicked open the icon and the message board dropped down and as expected, three of the five messages were from guys looking to dominate her. Kaelynn deleted them without even reading them. The art of being dominated was not something that anyone could do, in fact she would not let anyone dominate her unless she felt a spark. A special connection that only the lifetime friends and the closest of lovers would understand. Which was why she hadn't been dominated by a master. Plenty had tried but she would not bow to just anyone. The last two messages were different though. The first was a message from her best friend, ‘Shrieking Harpy’. Heather Kittery had been her best friend since highschool and even after twelve years they remained close and personal. She opened the message.
‘Hey Lynn. Want to meet for coffee? I couldn’t go back to sleep. I hooked up with CacklingCockatoo. I’ll tell you about it later. Amy’s latte at nine?’
Kaelynn opened the reply tab and started typing with furious fingers making the keys clack and chatter as she typed out her message.
‘Seriously? Isn’t CacklingCockatoo that barely legal boy at that greasy burger joint? I’ll see you at nine.’ Kaelynn replied and returned to the last message and opened it. To her surprise it was an invitation to a local gathering for all members within thirty miles of the ‘untamed Sailor’ which was a party venue that catered to the adult lifestyles and events. Anyone who wanted to host an over eighteen party knew about the untamed sailor. Since her joining of the BDSM LIFE community she had managed to meet exactly fifteen members. Ten of them had been over forty, mostly swingers in their early fifties and the other five she had met were less than appetizing and respectful. No one had made an event that invited everyone of the community without exception. Usually events catered to one kink or category of a kind. Very few of them were hook up events, thankfully those had stopped since things had...gotten out of hand. She opened the invite and accepted it. Kaelynn extended the message to Heather who never passed up on an opportunity to go to an event. The only thing was that the event was that night. Normally events were posted a week or even two weeks out. She checked her online notifications but found nothing. She shrugged and shut the laptop and sighed as she fell back against her pillows. The sun light grew brighter spreading rays of orange and yellow across her room. Kaelynn felt the heat of the sunlight rise through her body. Her heart pounded in her ears and she could taste the bittersweet flavor of her own hormones as they seeped into her saliva. She licked her soft pink lips and drew in a deep breath. Her breasts rose up like the tide of an ocean and a wave of desire washed through her like water upon the sand. Her hand traveled up across her exposed rib cage and down her sunken flat stomach. The outline of abdominal muscles slid under her fingers as they traveled down to her pelvis. The tips of her fingers slid across her trimmed triangular shaped pelvic patch and split across her thighs. She imagined how it would feel to have a man touch her like this. To feel his strong hands and gentle fingers explore her skin. She could almost see his face and body. His strong jaw and pale tan skin. Broad shoulders and an equally broad chest. An abdomen she could run her hands across and feel every inch of rippling muscle. She imagined his dark eyes seeing both into her and through her as he drank in her pleasure which he was practically pulling out of her like pulling the strings of a guitar. Her fingers parted her outer lips and her index finger slid between her inner labia and dipped into the pool of wetness that had gathered just inside her vagina. Kaelynn needed that release...need that feeling of an orgasm rushing across her body like getting struck with an ocean tide and thrown back. Her fingers peeled back the labia and she stroked the inside of her lips and massaged the opening to her vagina. Sensations danced across her skin as her arousal lifted to new levels and then...it was gone. She ran a finger across and around her erect clitoris and a sense of passion flowed through her. No, it wasn’t gone but it was just out of reach. It was like she was looking at her desire from the opposite side of a window. She could see it. She could almost touch it, but she couldn’t have it. How she wanted it to too. Her loins hurt as if someone had punched her ovaries and pulled on her tubes and then left her sore and bruised. Kaelynn could masturbate all day and give herself orgasm after orgasm until she was dry as the Saharan desert at high noon. However that wouldn’t solve the problem. That wouldn’t make her ‘lady blue balls’ go away. What she needed was penetration. The feel of a raw hard scorching hot cock deep inside of her, pounding up against the walls of her cervix threatening to split her straight up the middle. Her cervix pulsed angrily in its own tirade at the thought. Her everything wanted to feel that but she needed more than the penetration of sex. She needed the connection. She wanted to give herself to someone. To give that someone her free will in exchange for pure intimate hardcore submission and bondage. However, she needed that person to understand how precious it was, how intimate and pure it was to receive her free will. She wanted that person to know just how special what she was giving up was. She wanted to find someone who understood what it meant to dominate her and to not take her submission for granted. Very few people in the world could understand what it meant to submit their free will to another. To...experience the level of trust and intimacy required to willingly give up a piece of freedom and hand it to another. That required more than any marriage...more than any average relationship ever asked for. It was a bind of trust and commitment that goes beyond the understanding of the average person. Kaelynn needed to find that. She had been searching for years, going on bad coffee dates and first dates and they were all disappointing. She had never felt that spark she required. That jolt of connection she needed to feel in order to actually submit to another. A part of her wondered if she would find it. If she would find that someone whom she could feel confident in and trust enough in to hand over her freedom and allow them to use her. It was a huge risk but she was willing to try if she found the right person. Another part of her wondered if she should just find a piece of manly stud and use him for a night to feel that penetration. Her insides ached at the thought of random pointless sex. Her ovaries were right. She could wait until she found the right person. She could endure the feelings of sexual frustration if it meant that she could feel a true release at the hands of a dominant master. Kaelynn wondered if such a man would be at the gathering. ‘As if’ she laughed at herself but she began to wonder. If such a man was there, she wondered if he was waiting for her in the same way she was waiting for him.