Over Her Head

Chapter One-3

mr_jack: He takes it upon himself to correct your ways and set you back o the path of righteousness. He takes you from the bar to his secluded retreat. Perhaps the retreat is a former church, now abandoned. That’s another affront to him, of course. The idea that the heathens of this day would have let a church fall into disrepair disgusts him. Maybe that’s part of how he will help you redeem yourself, by putting your body to work repairing the old church.

Melanie moaned softly to herself as she read the description waiting for her on the screen. It was perfect. She could not wait to dive into the scene and to see what sort of torments he had in mind for her within that old church. Her mind was racing as she typed. She had only one concern about it.

melanie_sought: It’s perfect. Well, it’s perfect for me, that is. From the sounds of it, this scene isn’t going to give you much of an opportunity for s****l play. You know that’s fine with me, but are you sure it will be satisfying for you?

In fact, it was perfectly fine for her. When she roleplayed, the s*x always took a back seat to the rest of the scene. She could find s*x in the real world. For that matter, she could find bondage in the real world. The responses to her blog posts proved to her how many willing dominants there were out there just waiting for the opportunity. What she could not find in the real world was the nonconsensual danger that her virtual world offered. She had tried to play at it with partners in the past, pretending to be an unwilling captive as they made love. But none of those attempts were half as satisfying as the ones that played out online and in her mind.

mr_jack: Melanie, a game of backgammon with you would be satisfying enough for me. You are the most descriptive and imaginative woman that I have ever chatted with. s*x is not necessary for me to enjoy the scene. In fact, I think that it will add a lot to this one for it NOT to be a motivation. So then, tell me what you would be wearing to the bar on this night?

melanie_sought: I want it to be at the Shillelagh, this coming Friday night. I will be getting there around 11:30 with my supervisor, Rick, and some of the guys who work here.

Melanie had typed those words without thinking. It just felt right to set the scene of the mutual story they would create. There was something almost poetic about the fact that the forced invitation had occurred just moments before Jonathan’s idea. Her response had not answered his question, though, so she began to type another line. She paused, running through her wardrobe in her mind. What would she wear on Friday night? Before she finished typing, a new message appeared.

mr_jack: I assume from your last message that this is a real get-together that you will be attending. Please confirm that this is the Shillelagh at the intersection of Maple and Fourth. Also, I will expect you to send me a picture of yourself that night from somewhere inside the bar.

His instant pinpointing of the Shillelagh sent a little shiver down her spine. It was not a big deal. She knew that. He had probably just done an online search for a bar by that name in her town and found it. He was hundreds of miles and two time zones away. She considered her wardrobe carefully. She wanted it to be something that would excite him and she knew where his desires rested. He loved her dressed up in skirts and stockings, particularly when those were combined with boots. It was decidedly not the type of outfit she typically wore when she went out. Taking the plunge, she deleted what she had begun to type.

melanie_sought: I will be wearing a khaki skirt with tan, thigh high stockings. For shoes, I will wear my knee high brown suede boots. You’ve seen them. The slouchy ones with the straps around the ankles. I will wear a white tank top with that dark brown half-jacket over it.

Melanie bit her lip as she hit send. She was locked into the decision now. There would not be any consequences or punishment if she did not go through with the promise, of course, but there would be disappointment. She hated the idea of disappointing Jonathan.

mr_jack: Stepping outside our comfort zone, are we? Every eye in that bar is going to be on you, I hope you know. That seems like exactly the sort of outfit that our friendly neighborhood religious zealot would take offense to. So then, if you’re ready, paint the scene of your entry to the Shillelagh for me with that magic prose of yours and let’s get this started.

Melanie began to type.