She came to that website, frustrated and alone.  Searching for something that would make her heart soar and her body rumble.

In the early days,  she read erotica for fulfillment, devouring stories that in part slaked her thirst and hunger for more.  Word pictures found resonance deep within her soul.

In time, she realised what she longed for. What she really craved was control.  Her life was lived at the behest of others: children, family, husband, and work. She knew she deserved better and set out to meet her craving.

She started to pour some of her darker desires onto paper and was rewarded to see them published on her most favoured of sites that she visited.  Whilst feeling vulnerable to expose her thoughts in this way, the fringe benefits were enormous, especially when she started to read the comments left by others.  She began to realise she was not alone in her hunger.  Her fingers went first to her wickedly large breasts - only nature  made them this big.  Tracing round and around her nipples, that tingle began.  She looked at the profile of the person who left that intriguing  comment. She knew what she wanted; she knew what made her tingle inside.

He would become her Pet, the recipient of her need to control.  She cast out her line, and in due course, she made him bite her hook. Then slowly she reeled him in, giving him space to run and use his energy, before drawing him back to herself, mentally crushing him against her breasts. Little by little, she caught him and he was in her 'keep' net.

What she discovered was someone who listened, actually took time to listen and savour her wants and needs.  Not only that, each time they spoke he remembered what she had said and delighted in giving her the pleasure she wanted.  She felt listened to, understood, cherished.  Feelings raced through her heart, mind and body in ways that she had long since forgotten. 

She knew that in him, was someone that would transform her life.  She laughed with joy at his eagerness to please, his willingness to give her control of his sexuality, something that fed her deepest need.  Often she would have him edging to prove his devotion. Occasionally she would let him cum,  but only if she heard in his voice the utter need, as if he really was on the edge of falling over the cliff.  Yes, she loved to hear his voice, as he stroked the cock she now owned and used for her pleasure.

Dreams and desires led, eventually, to planning. First, what to do with her husband, and most importantly, how to bring her Pet into her home.