CHAPTER ONE
ISABELLA
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**Me: "Hello Mr L, I am Isabella."**
With a mix of bravery and nervousness, I clicked the send button, feeling both
excited and scared. On the other side of the screen, there was a whole new
world waiting for me as I introduced myself to a new Bdsm master.
It was supposed to be just another ordinary Friday, where I'd have drinks with
my closest friend Charlotte and stumble home, tipsy, to fall asleep
immediately. But tonight, in the dimly lit bar, Charlotte spilled stories of her
past Online Master, Mr L, a man who had captivated her in every imaginable
way, leading her to surrender both body and mind.
In a moment of weakness, she sent him a half naked photo without his
consent, earning a swift block from him.
I bet Charlotte a thousand dollars I could not only convince Mr. L to accept me
as his new online sub but also meet me in person, something he's never done.
Now, I regret it; it's been over five minutes, and Mr. L, though online, hasn't
replied. Charlotte is right; I'm not good enough. I'm not as pretty as her
anyway.
I wonder if he'll reply. Leaning back on the comforter, I stare at the screen
with bleary eyes. If I weren't so tipsy, I might have sent him another message.
Just as I was about to give up his message appears.
**Him: "Hi beautiful."**
I bite my lip and let out a squeal of excitement.
Lying flat on my stomach, I prop myself up on my elbows, legs raised as I type
furiously.
**Me: "I'm in search of a new master,"** I announce boldly.
**Him: "Straight to the point. I like it,"** comes the swift response.
**Him: "What makes you think you're worthy to be my sub?"** he
challenges.
Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I bite my lip instead, unable to deny the
attraction. Despite never having seen his face, the vivid descriptions from
Charlotte leave me wanting him so badly. Charlotte never gets too involved
with a man so this man must be special.
**Me: "I'm a very good girl, daddy. If you give me the chance, I'll
prove it. In more ways than one," I reply, adding a winking emoji.
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Him: "Are you drunk, Miss?" he texts back.
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*Me: "Nope. Just a little tipsy," I admit sheepishly smiling. Does he like
drunk texts? Most men like it.
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Him: "Text me when you're clear-headed!"
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His message sounded like a command, but I wanted to flirt more.
Me: "Is this an order, Master?"
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Him: "Yes, it is. Consider it a test to see how submissive you are."
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Me: "But I thought guys liked it when girls drunk texted?
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Him: "One thing you'll come to find out, baby girl, is that I'm not
like most guys.
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Him: Good night - His message arrives just as I'm about to respond.
Frustrated, I let out an exasperated scream. He's every bit as strict as
Charlotte warned. Pleasing him will be a challenge, but I'm determined to win
him over. He'll be mine, my online master, no matter how difficult he may be.
And I'll get him to fuck me in real life too.
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"Is everyone okay with Ms. Sebastian's report?" Mr. Levi's question made me
even more distracted. I couldn't stop thinking about "Mr. L." And I was feeling
a bit off from last night's drinking, which I usually don't do on Sundays. But
Mr. L hasn't replied since Friday, and it's been frustrating me.
"Yes," we all chimed in.
"Excellent! Well done, Ms. Sebastian," Mr. Levi commended.
"Thank you, sir," Ms. Sebastian replied, her smile radiant as she returned to
her seat at the conference table, three chairs away from mine.
"Let's shift our focus to the board for the next agenda," Mr. Levi continued, his
voice smooth and alluring, drawing me in despite my scattered thoughts.
Shit! I want this man to bend me over this conference room table and take
me from behind. He's so hot.
As Mr. Levi stood up and walked to the center of the room, memories flooded
back to me. I remembered the first time I saw him, how amazed I was. Mr.
Levi is really well-built and confident. His muscles showed through his shirt as
he moved. His hair is always styled perfectly, and he has a neat beard that
adds to his rugged look. But it's his blue eyes that really catch my attention.
They seem to look right into my soul. It's no wonder he was voted the most
handsome Italian man in a magazine last summer.
I should hate him instead of liking him because he's made my life really tough.
After graduating with much difficulty, I got a job in Italy with a top car racing
team. But shortly after I started, there was a change in leadership, and Mr.
Levi took over from his father, Mr. Antonio, who had a stroke. Things were
easier when Mr. Antonio was in charge, but now I'm worried I won't be able to
transition from an intern to a full staff or handle the pressure and hard tasks
Mr. Levi gives me all day.
"Isabella, what are your thoughts on Mr. Andrew's suggestion?" Mr. Levi's
question snapped me out of my reverie, as though he could sense my deep
distraction.
"I believe it's a solid plan," I replied, desperately hoping my response would suffice.
And what makes it a solid plan?" Mr. Levi inquired, his tone probing.
Oh no! Panic surged through me. I hadn't caught a single word of Mr.
Andrew's proposal.
Oh dear...
"Sir, um... well, it's because..." I stammered, grasping for something coherent
to say.
"You didn't think I noticed how distracted you've been throughout this
meeting?" Mr. Levi's voice carried a hint of irritation, making the room
tensed.
"My sincere apologies, sir," I muttered.
Everyone stared, especially Clara,who resented me getting more work from Mr.
Levi. It felt ridiculous; the stress had already made me lose six pounds in a
week. Why would anyone want my job?
She sees me as her rival but I don't give a shit about her. I'm just embarrassed
because now everyone would think I don't take my job seriously. Oh God!
"See me after this meeting." Mr. Levi said sternly.
My heart started to pound hard, and my pussy clenched. I'd never witnessed
Mr. Levi's fury directed at me like this before. The fear of losing my job
gripped me tightly.
"I'm sorry, sir…" I began, but Mr. Levi cut me off, unwilling to entertain my
apologies.
He circled the table, his steps purposeful, until he stood beside me. Leaning in
close, his voice a low whisper in my ear,"You've been a bad bad girl Isabella,
and you will be punished.