finders keepers, introduction SeXStoRY

I hate this. Being called in to work on a Sunday. And this day was even worse. I had come to know a submissive online. She loves bondage and she has shown me a couple of her self bondage session over the weeks we have been chatting. I got to know a lot about her. At least about her kinks but not much more than that. Nothing about the city she lives in, all though she let slip she lives in the same country. I know her online name, which is "Trapped" by the way. O yeah, I know how she looks. At least clothed and in bondage. She is a Japanese woman of undecipherable age. Sometimes she looks early 20. The next time she looks around 40. She is just over 150 cm but doesn't want to tell her weight. She is slim that is pretty clear when she uses shibari on herself and pulls the rope tight. She has long and thick black hair until the small of her back. She once told me she wanted to have it cut short because it kept getting into the knots on her back because she had difficulties holding it away when she was tying the ropes on her back. I told her that I didn't want that to happen. I believe that was the moment our relation changed. I hadn't been Dominant toward her before. She hadn't expressed any submissive feelings other than being tied. For me it felt different too. At first I had seen her as a sexy lady that wanted to show me her skills. From that moment on I wanted her to use her skills to do what I wanted her to do. It was not like telling her what knot to use on what place. Oh wait, I occasionally did that, but that is for a different story. She was smart and always surprised me by how she followed up on my request. Everybody knows the simple standard shibari is a double rope down the front, through the crotch and then back up. I wanted her to do a double standard shibari with the second one at her sides. While we just chatted during the week she would occasionally tell how she went by with the request. Next Sunday, when we would do a webcam session, she would show me her accomplishments. When I started the webcam this time she was on her knees in front of the computer. Crouched down and folded in three. She had her forehead on the floor until she heard the beep signalling my message that greeted her. She lifted one hand and touched the keyboard. Immediately her response appeared on my screen. She must have prepared it beforehand. "Master, I am sorry to report to you my usefulness. I have been unable to fulfill the task you have given me. I am not worthy to be your trapped girl. Would you be so kind as to punish me for my lack in achievement?" I had wanted to compliment her on how pretty she looked laying like that. I hadn't had the idea of wanting to see her like that. But it did look good and natural. So when I saw her message it took me a while to get the meaning. There where a couple of things that struck me odd. It was the first time she addressed me as Master. It was always a respectful Sir. Somehow this task had given her the idea she had stepped over a threshold. The second thing was her talking about not being useful and about a task. I didn't remember giving her a task. But then I remembered the double shibari. Had she seen that request as a task a Master gives his submissive? If that was the case she went faster than I had. The last thing was her request to being punished. I know it is hard to argue with a submissive in this state of mind. Telling her it was a misunderstanding or that I wasn't that far in our relation would shatter her. I had seen it before. Up until now I had the luck of not having been in such a situation myself before. But now it hit me. And I knew how easy it was to make the wrong decision. Of course I should tell her my stand on this but not right now in this instant when she was so vulnerable. I noticed I was thinking it over for to long. She was squirming on the floor. She wanted to lift her head. Probably checking whether I was still online. Then I came up with the answer. "I have never given you a deadline, my dear Trapped." I hit send and from her reaction I noticed she had heard the signal. She lifted her head and looked at the screen. I could see her trying to keep her eyes away from the camera. I saw the look on her face change as she got the message. Her smile came back. I could see she left a sigh of relieve. Her upper body lifted a few inches from the air she sucked in. I forgot to tell. Even on webcam we didn't use voice. She had asked that right from the beginning. I wondered whether she was somebody famous whom I would recognize when I heard her voice. She would neither confirm or deny. She wouldn't confess to being known to me in any other way either. I did know another Asian woman but that could not be her. That was the secretary of the CEO of our company. She would get mad when somebody called her that though. She said she was his assistant. She might have been Japanese, but she did look much taller than my Trapped. Her hair didn't look as long and thick either. She usually wore it as a bum on the top of her head. Enough about the secretary. Back to Trapped. She moved to get up so I quickly send her a message. "Stop!" She must have heard the beep because she looked at the screen again. She stopped. She was halfway up and it looked like she was almost out of balance. But she stayed still. "I want you to back on your knees because there are some other things we need to discuss." She reached out to the keyboard and within a second the response came. "Yes, Master" She must have programmed it under a key. Did I tell you how smart she is? She was on her knees again. This time with her head held up slightly so she could keep an eye on the screen where I must have been visible. I could see her eyes under her bangs. They had that spark again. Suddenly I knew I had to be her Master. It felt good. Even if it was only online. I choose my words carefully. "This is the first time you call me Master. At the same time you think you did not perform up to task. Tell me." She didn't seem to have anticipated this question. No, actually it was a command and she felt it that way too. She reached up and pulled the keyboard to her on the floor. She didn't have an answer programmed for this, I thought with a smile. The smile made her smile return too. It had been gone for a second when she tried to interpret my message. "Forgive me, Master. If I may call you that." I nodded when I got that message. She smiled even wider and I saw her confidence come back. The confidence she had shown always in the past. "Master, I felt the task to be a test whether I would be a good submissive. When I didn't succeed this week I hoped to be able to give you something else in return." I looked at her. I knew she might have been thousands of miles away but it felt as if she was next to the table with me. She watched me and waited a few seconds for my reply. I didn't give any. She started typing again. "The only thing I could give was myself. Please don't think it as a mere compensation, Master." I replied. "I don't see you as just a compensation." She licked her lips. Her nerves must have made them dry because they didn't shine as much as they normally do. "Master, I wanted to offer myself online to you a couple of times before. I just didn't dare for fear of your reaction. In this case it was all or nothing for me." She looked at me. I was right in believing she was faster with this than I was. I was planning on telling her that. No need to hide these things. "My dear Trapped, I am honored by you offering yourself to me. I am a bit slow sometimes, so I hadn't expected this to happen right now." She read my message and her mouth opened in a silent "ohh". "Now that you know the task didn't have a deadline, you have offered yourself on a false presumption. We can do like this didn't happen. We can just delete the word Master from this whole conversation." She read the message. She looked into my eyes and read it again. "Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master" I laughed out loud when I saw that answer. "Please, Master?" I couldn't type from laughing but I nodded at her. That is when we became an online couple. This story started out to be about a lousy Sunday afternoon when we would have another of our online sessions. I felt I needed to tell how it came to this and that piece got a bit to long. I'll end it know and see when I can sit down again and write the story about that Sunday. If anybody wants to read it.