Power and Its Vices
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Category:
G through L › Labyrinth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,334
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
Sarah watched the end of the program; desperate to gain any knowledge she could about this woman and what she was.
Unfortunately there was very little information to be gotten. There were audience members who took her appearance as an invitation to attack her.
She was civil to all who attacked her, trying to remain calm and spread a message.
“This isn’t everyone’s life style, I know. I am not saying give up your lives and let me rule you. I am saying that no one should jump into this lightly. I have set up a website with information” she was cut off by a large woman with a neck twitch calling her names that had to be beeped out.
Another controversial guest was brought on and Sarah lost interest. She kept on watching the program hoping to her information about the website but it wasn’t brought forward.
Sarah sighed as the credits rolled and turned off the television.
She moved to her computer and turned it on.
Sarah had gotten the computer ages ago when she was in University and now used it mainly for work and keeping in touch with Toby. He had moved out of the country about 3 years ago and they communicated mainly through e-mail.
Sarah logged onto a popular search engine and looked up Domme Diana. The results loaded in a flash, and the search engine popped up a few ads that made Sarah blush ash she hurried to close them down.
After about 3 pages of material Sarah found what she thought was the right link.
The site had very few images and most of them were tastefully edited. It was mostly text written full of suggestions and careful warnings.
Sarah skimmed the site and found an e-mail address. She clicked on the link and waited for her mail program to load.
“Am I doing the right thing here? Should I e-mail her?” Sarah thought, “She will probably think I am just a freak.” She shook her head. “No I won’t do it yet. I’ll read the page a bit more.” Sarah closed down the empty e-mail window and got up to make herself some coffee, this was going to take some time.
Domme Diane switched off the television angry again that the television producers had set her up like that. It had been 7 months since she had let them film that mockery, the only reason she hadn’t taken legal action yet was that the producers had promised her that they would display her website address.
Another promise they had broken. Her lawyers were going to love this.
It was about 2 hours later when her e-mail program signalled she had new mail.
Typically most of it was attacks on her lifestyle and adds for the latest medical cure all. But there were three emails from women who were interested in more information.
Diane wrote courteous replies to each of them recommending some books to read and some careful warnings, about willing partners and communication between the two parties.
Just as she was going to log off another e-mail arrived.
From: sarahwilliams@localserver.net
To: dommediane@dommediane.com
Subject: Interested
Hello;
I saw you on the televisiod I d I looked up your website. The program was very unhelpful but something in your eyes made me realise I could turn to you.
Most of my life I have been an outsider, living up to people’s expectations of me. I have gotten bored with the “Mr. Right’s” of the world and all the well-meaning boys out there.
I yearn to take control of my life; I need the power and strength I saw in your eyes on the television.
It is time for me to start living my dreams.
I noticed on your website that you live in my area and you do “tuition courses.” I know you mean for that for people to employ you. But I was wondering if I could arrange for us to meet so I can talk to you in person.
Please write back
Thank you
Sarah Williams.
Diane read and re-read the e-mail. It read like many e-mails she had gotten from bored women but something in her gut told her that this was something different. Something worthwhile.
She wrote back to Sarah Williams mentioning a few books to read and arranged to meet up in two weeks time at a local café.
Unfortunately there was very little information to be gotten. There were audience members who took her appearance as an invitation to attack her.
She was civil to all who attacked her, trying to remain calm and spread a message.
“This isn’t everyone’s life style, I know. I am not saying give up your lives and let me rule you. I am saying that no one should jump into this lightly. I have set up a website with information” she was cut off by a large woman with a neck twitch calling her names that had to be beeped out.
Another controversial guest was brought on and Sarah lost interest. She kept on watching the program hoping to her information about the website but it wasn’t brought forward.
Sarah sighed as the credits rolled and turned off the television.
She moved to her computer and turned it on.
Sarah had gotten the computer ages ago when she was in University and now used it mainly for work and keeping in touch with Toby. He had moved out of the country about 3 years ago and they communicated mainly through e-mail.
Sarah logged onto a popular search engine and looked up Domme Diana. The results loaded in a flash, and the search engine popped up a few ads that made Sarah blush ash she hurried to close them down.
After about 3 pages of material Sarah found what she thought was the right link.
The site had very few images and most of them were tastefully edited. It was mostly text written full of suggestions and careful warnings.
Sarah skimmed the site and found an e-mail address. She clicked on the link and waited for her mail program to load.
“Am I doing the right thing here? Should I e-mail her?” Sarah thought, “She will probably think I am just a freak.” She shook her head. “No I won’t do it yet. I’ll read the page a bit more.” Sarah closed down the empty e-mail window and got up to make herself some coffee, this was going to take some time.
Domme Diane switched off the television angry again that the television producers had set her up like that. It had been 7 months since she had let them film that mockery, the only reason she hadn’t taken legal action yet was that the producers had promised her that they would display her website address.
Another promise they had broken. Her lawyers were going to love this.
It was about 2 hours later when her e-mail program signalled she had new mail.
Typically most of it was attacks on her lifestyle and adds for the latest medical cure all. But there were three emails from women who were interested in more information.
Diane wrote courteous replies to each of them recommending some books to read and some careful warnings, about willing partners and communication between the two parties.
Just as she was going to log off another e-mail arrived.
From: sarahwilliams@localserver.net
To: dommediane@dommediane.com
Subject: Interested
Hello;
I saw you on the televisiod I d I looked up your website. The program was very unhelpful but something in your eyes made me realise I could turn to you.
Most of my life I have been an outsider, living up to people’s expectations of me. I have gotten bored with the “Mr. Right’s” of the world and all the well-meaning boys out there.
I yearn to take control of my life; I need the power and strength I saw in your eyes on the television.
It is time for me to start living my dreams.
I noticed on your website that you live in my area and you do “tuition courses.” I know you mean for that for people to employ you. But I was wondering if I could arrange for us to meet so I can talk to you in person.
Please write back
Thank you
Sarah Williams.
Diane read and re-read the e-mail. It read like many e-mails she had gotten from bored women but something in her gut told her that this was something different. Something worthwhile.
She wrote back to Sarah Williams mentioning a few books to read and arranged to meet up in two weeks time at a local café.