Ch. 5 Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me

Diary of a Broken Me

Twice the Dominance, twice the fun?

To whom it may concern,

I don’t even know where to begin, so I’ll start at the end and work my way back. I met Lucas’ wife less than an hour ago. Met her via Skype, but I met her. I’m sorta tongue-tied, and flabbergasted to be perfectly honest with you.

She’s beautiful.

She has long red hair that’s the color of autumn leaves. Her skin’s milky smooth, and just a shade darker I think. She has freckles speckling her nose. I was quite confused at first, when she’s the first person I saw on our conversation. I waited for this moment for forever, and two whole days, and a gorgeous woman pops on instead of Lucas. Yes, I was a bit taken back. Thankfully it was Cynthia, and she has a sultry voice. The woman is simply lovely.

And apparently, she and Lucas decided it was best not to tell me ahead of time, because I wouldn’t have shown up.


They were quite right. I’d have kept my Skype closed, that’s for sure. I am so glad they didn’t tell me, even though we had a very one-sided conversation at first, but then I got brave and started asking questions about her. How could she want to jump into a conversation with me on a family vacation? I’m the other woman for God sakes, well sort of. Fuck it’s complicated being owned by a man who lives half-way across the world, and that’s leaving out the fact, it’s complicated enough being me.


She explained she’d been thinking about it for months, and wanted to talk to him about bringing in a submissive, but wasn’t sure how to approach it. Holy shit man, it’s almost like it’s supposed to happen.


She isn’t submissive at all, and neither is my owner. Go figure, two dominants falling in love with one another’s quite the conundrum. They want to make me their solution.

Soon after my initial shell-shocked moment of dumbfounded-ness ended, Lucas came to save the day. I know it’s odd for me to be referring to him as something other than Sir and you, but this journal entry isn’t to him. It’s to anyone that cares to read it, and I thought it best not address it to just him.

Also, I’m sure if I’m wrong, he’ll be sure and let me know all about it after he reads this. He’s really good like that. Wait…That came across wrong, he doesn’t point out my flaws, but he doesn’t let me get away with murder either, and I like that about him. He has the patience of a Saint, heart of a lion, and the bite of a viper. The perfect combination if you ask me. And since I’m the one writing here, my opinion does count.

I’m not really sure what’s going to happen with the three of us, this was just like an ice breaker I guess. Lucas and Cynthia spoke with me for another fifteen minutes or so together, and then she left to handle dinner and the children, and it was just he and I.

Our first Skype conversation, and I finally have alone time with him. I was suddenly tongue-tied, and I practically foamed at the mouth. I was genuinely a fourteen year old girl talking to a boy after a first group date, and it’s the first time they’re alone. I was shy, embarrassed, and in awe of his cuteness.

He’s so much hotter in person.

Oh— you know what I mean.

Mr. Smooth chuckled quietly a time or two, and finally said. “ Breathe Maci. I’m still the same man you typed to everyday for the past four months. You just get to see me in the flesh.”

That eased my mind slightly, but it still took me another moment or seven to pull it together fully, and actually speak. “Sir, you’re so cute.”


The first things out of my mouth were you’re so cute?


I’m not some teenage girl, and he most certainly isn’t a boy. He’s the most dreamy man I’ve had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. That dark chocolate-brown hair, that recently he had cut, but I don’t mind it shorter. Sorry, I’m totally deviating from the subject. He also has a dimple in his left cheek when he smiles, that made me love him even more. I didn’t want to leave that part out.

Now…back to the subject. Ha Ha.

Lucas laughed as I giggled, and finally rescued me once more. “You’re even more beautiful in person as well, my princess. Now, take your clothes off.” He said it so matter-of-fact like, no big deal, just get naked for me on the internet.

He rescued me and then threw me to the wolves.

Fuck me! (yes I love that phrase, get over it. Lucas has, lol )

Sir… Your wife could come back, your chil—“

He cut me off. “Naked now, baby girl. Not another word.”

I wanted to argue, anyone that has glimpsed at our story, knows I wanted to argue, but we had made so may steps forward, I didn’t want to go backwards now.

I pushed my computer chair back, and dropped the robe Lucas ordered me to wear. My smooth milky skin revealed, for the first time he was seeing every piece of me. My appendix scar that appeared as a happy face across the right side of my tummy. The little bit of a belly I have because of too many Twinkies. My breasts are gigantic compared to me. These are all the flaws I see, but he didn’t mention them at all.

Turn for me princes, I want to see every little piece of what I own.” There was a hunger in his eyes, and I knew he couldn’t see what I saw, and I seemed to dance when I twirled for him as if floating on a cloud. Cloud Nine, because my owner’s so fucking awesome!

Sir… please say something.” I blurted out to him.

I couldn’t bear the silence, even though the desire was written all over his face, I needed him to say it. I needed to hear the words.

Princess you’re perfect. Did you really think standing before me naked would change my opinion of you?” That’s when I saw his eyes narrow, and he leaned closer to the screen, and I fell to my knees.

I don’t know, maybe? Fuck— Sir, I’m sorry.

Not as half as sorry as you’re going to be. I love you Maci. Remember that.” He even winked at me, and then my doom came crashing down like a giant ka-boom!

Go…Our conversation is over for the night. You are to write a journal post about this meeting of ours and how you feel about adding Cynthia to the mix.” His finger went to his lips, just as I was about to say something.

Not your turn, yet. After you finish the journal entry, you’re to write by hand two-hundred times… I love myself, and my body’s smoking hot.

I giggled when he added that last part, but then it sunk in— by hand?

I’m really sorry Sir. I… please don’t end our conversation on a bad—“

I said I love you, and I meant it. I’m doing this for your own good. We will Skype tomorrow, and you will tell me how enjoyable a time you had writing for me, and for yourself.” He sounded so sincere and cheeky at the same time. How’s that possible?

I love you too, Sir. I am really sorry.”

I know you are princess. Now… blow me a kiss.” He blew me one first, and I blew one back, “off you go… you have a lot of things to do before you sleep.” Then he was gone.

Well, you heard the man… I have things to do.

Fuck me!


The girl who needs to learn to appreciate silence more

28 responses to “Ch. 5 Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me

  1. I haven’t read the other chapters but I thought I was reading a real blog post – very true-to-life. Virtual submission continues to blow my mind.

  2. I loved this! Beautifully written. Lovely story of desire & dedication. I could feel the anticipation come alive through the words. I was sad when it ended and read it again! I want more please.

  3. Gah! That would be terrifying – to take one’s clothes off, waiting for the rejection you know will come because it has happened every… time… before… Whew! They made it through. And his wife’s a domme. Well, that is a unique twist!

      • LOL. I guess now ‘fleshy’ is out of the bag, along with the recovering SKYPE Cyberholic thing…

        I’m so easily mesmerized by the glowing screen whats on the other side. From an early age I watched eagerly as the show continued. The initial heart thump of someone new, and the magical effect of simply gazing into eyes and being there. It’s way too captivating for me, like a moth to a flame.

        & why not, it’s only one step up from chatting, tweeping, or sexting. Now you can do it without having porn videos run in the background.

        But its that connections that get me. My heart goes out through that screen, but I’m become very self-pleased focused. Searching for that extra touch, the juices, the scent, the cuddling aftercare. I want so much more than the screen.

        OMG its good, but touching me….or making me touch…melting

  4. Two things…
    Your writing is amazing!
    You have the ability to make the reader wonder if you are speaking of yourself, or a narrating a story about another.
    I once had an Author tell me that this is the mark of a true Author.
    You are so good that I can’t hardly find D/s stories that interest me and yours are now on my top list of go to.
    Second, can I use the line on my comment section that you have on yours? (Talk to me, I’ll talk back)
    I love it.
    Write on, you were born for it and are most certainly publish worthy.

    • On my… Thank you so much for all the amazing words!! You’ve made my entire day!! Wow!! Thank you! I’m humbled by you taking time to write this! 🙂

      Yes…Please use my comment tag line!! No problem!

      Thank you again!
      Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

      • I’m crazy about you girl, your energy exudes through cyber space.
        I love your presence and can literally feel it in your writing and comments, I am very happy to have met you and I look forward to a long lasting friendship☻

        • Oh my goodness!!! You’re going to make my head swell!! Heh! I’m grateful for the very touching words!! I appreciate your friendship as well!! And it’s yours as long as you’d like!! Our writing styles are different… But yours is just as heart felt and thought provoking! 🙂 Yay for us!!!


  5. Just read the entire series, Penny.
    Excellence in Erotic Literaure.
    Will or is there more of this series anywhere?
    Macy is not you…YOU are much more special than any ficticious sub.
    Your genuine emotion shines thru her voice though.
    A man would be blessed to be your Dom.

    • Wow!!!! Thank you!! Wow I’m not sure where you came from, but I think you might be stalking me as much as I’m stalking you!! :)-

      And I’m OK with that!! -giggles- you’re right I’m not Macy or any of my characters I write about, but they all have a piece of me!

      • My pleasure little one. I may have been searching for you…what are you going to do if I am…do cartwheels & cream over the possibilities a relationship may hold as we continue to get to know each other? I hope we can. 😉

        I can tell that you put your soul into your characters…some claim to be characters they create but fall short when the moment comes to prove it.


        • Len,

          You’ve gotta be an intuitive man to get all that, usually women grasp it immediately, but men don’t normally observe the heart and soul of a character.

          Thank you for all the amazing things you’ve said about me and my writing! I might be doing cartwheels… Just sayin lol

  6. I was raised by a single mom from my early teens and my fave Lit professor was a woman so I’m sure that’s why I do.

    You and your writing are AMAZING! If you are, land in my lap! -winks-!

Speak to me... I'll flirt back!

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