I had just recently become single and I wasn't coping very well on my own. I had been sure that my ex-boyfriend had been The One - until I found him in our bed with our next door neighbour. Enough said.

In my depression, after watching endless romantic films and eating my weight in ice cream, I had the insane idea that internet dating sites would be the answer. I set up my account, enclosing cute pictures of my slim 5'6 frame, making sure to hint at my ample DD breasts and my long brown hair. My pretty features helped gain a lot of male interest, but at 24 I was put off by most balding middle aged applicants.

A few weeks later and I still hadn't noticed anyone special. Until Christian Knight added me. His profile was blank - none of the information fields had been filled in, and he had no picture - but his message to me was enough to make me more than a little interested.
'Can you submit?' was all the private inbox said.

It was probably a harmless message, sent by a silly teenager or sick old man, but it struck a nerve - one of my most secret fantasies was that I longed to be dominated. I longed to be a slave to someone powerful and charasmatic - someone that made me feel nervous but loved.
I longed to submit.

In a second I had made up my mind and I quickly typed a message back.
'I can submit'

Those 3 little words changed my life.

***

A few hours later, I recieved another message from Christian Knight. It contained the date and time to meet, as well as the address of a little cafe about half an hour drive away from where I lived. Something inside me knew it was crazy to meet a complete stranger after one message on a website. But something inside of me thought 'what the hell' and for once I took a chance.

Two days later I found myself driving to 'Jen's Cafe' with butterflys in my stomach. I had shaved and preened every inch of myself just incase, and spent almost an hour choosing my outfit before deciding on a short skirt and blouse. I looked professional whilst revealing a little flesh. I entered the small cafe, turning a few heads, but after a quick scan I knew he wasn't here yet. I sat down, ordered a latte and tryed to ignore the ominous voice that was telling me I was stupid to even come here.

As soon as he arrived I knew who he was. Christian Knight was tall, around 6'2 and he had an atheletic, muscular frame. He had olive toned skin, beautiful features and exquisite grey-green eyes. His hair was black, streaked with only a hint of silver, just hinting at an older age than his other features gave away. It was hard to put an age on him, but I guessed he was late thirties- to early forties.

"Hello," he said in a silky voice, "You must be Charlotte."
"Urm, yes, you must be Mr Knight," I stuttered, feeling slightly overpowered by this man's charming prescence.
"Please, call me Christian" he smiled, shaking my hand.

He ordered a black coffee when the waitress came over, and then turned his full attention back to me. He looked at me with calculating eyes.
"You're pictures do you no justice" he said, "You are beautiful."
"Um, thank you," I stuttered, feeling my cheeks warm.
"Now, I can imagine you know why we are here. I'm in need of something- can you give it to me?" he asked, gazing at me intensely.

I held his gaze and I was accepting his offer before I knew what I was saying.
"Good" he murmured and reached in his pocket for something. It was a small card with an address on it, "My details for when I... summon you." I felt myself shudder with pleasure and I smiled at him.
"Here's my number" I said scrawling it down on the napkin. He tucked it safely inside his jacket and turned to hold my gaze again.

"You do understand, Charlotte, that once you say those words, once you accept this offer, you are mine. Until I decide to let you go, which by the way I am not intending to do for a long time..." he said, touching my hand delicately. I felt his strong palm on me and knew I wanted nothing more than to be 'his'. "You must obey my every command, and be there whenever I call. Your job, family, friends all come second now."

"Yes, I understand" I said without a second's hesitation. He smiled a dazzling smile, drained his cup and pushed back his chair.
"Excellent. I have high hopes for you, Charlotte. I'll be seeing you soon" he said, before leaning forward to kiss me on the lips. He tasted amazing, and I was still tingling as he left. I knew right then that I wanted more of him. So much more.