Tina snuck into Alice’s apartment.

“Alice, are you home?”

Silence. She leaned against the door, thankful that she wasn’t here. She
quickly shed the jacket and let it fall to the floor, moving to the laptop and
booting it up. She had a one track mind, it had been so long that she’d had
something of her own. This, this was hers. The club was a fascinating and oddly
safe haven for her.

“Um. BDSM?” Tina said into the empty room, and pulled up Google, finding an
array of sites. She rubbed her lips, the taste of the club still lingering on
them.

“A chat room?” Tina muttered, typing in a few words, after two hours of looking
through wholesale BDSM equipment, clothing and such, she found a chat site that
seemed to have a section catered to BDSM play.

“Chatropolis.” Tina said, clicking and finding her way into the site, a *****
site. She moaned, but this was the closest thing she’d found to what she’d been
looking for.

At the entrance she sat and looked at the name section, what was her name?
Tina, duh. No, something alluring and fetching. She could hardly flirt in real
life, how was she going to do it online? Something that indicated what she was
looking for.

sweet surrender She typed and the room loaded quickly and she was
greeted by a number of avatars all depicting naked women, and after 20 minutes
she was about to give up, when someone private messaged her.

little one, you are new to the room. Please allow me to introduce myself; I
am Broken Halo, welcome to the Dungeon. Tina’s fingers hovered over the
keys and she didn’t know what to do. She finally gathered her nerve and typed.

Greetings Sir. I’m Tina, how are you today? Tina typed back and she
rolled her eyes, shaking her head and thinking she was as much a dork as Dana
was.

I’m well Tina, you are new, aren’t you? When you speak with a Dom,
capitalize when you use their name. Always present yourself to the Dom when you
speak. Now Tina took a deep breath, she’d seen someone ‘presenting’
themselves to a Dom at the club, she closed her eyes and tried to envision what
she’d do.

Moving gracefully to Your side, kneeling at Your feet as You wait for me,
watching as I sit at the base of Your chair, eyes downcast. Tina typed,
sending it and thinking she was rather lame.