Hi there everyone...just a little foreword for this story. I wanted to thank you
all for the nice response I received on my last couple of stories, especially
the rather twisted tale of Dr. Specten in ‘Disembodied Vengeance’. I was
remarking to a friend the other day how ironic it is that the darker, more
gruesome stories receive the most attention. *shrugs* Anyway, I had only
intended to make Specten a one-shot deal, but since you guys like the evil
mad scientist bit so much, you can rest assured he will pop up now and
again. For now, enjoy this tale, a somewhat lighter, more subtle yet no less 
diabolical story. It’s written from the point of a person reading his email.


	Story: "Correspondence"

Subject:  Jack is a total creep!!!
   Date:  Wed, 18 Oct, 2000 18:22:07 -1000
   From: cynthia_p@guessnet.com
     To:  j_darksong@bellsouth.net

Dear James,
     I can’t believe you talked me into going out on a date with this total loser! 
What a joke! I know he is a good friend of yours from college and all, but I
mean REALLY! What did I ever do to you to deserve being saddled up with
such a "Gomer"? He took me out on a date, not to a fancy restaurant, not even
out to a local steak house, but to McDonald’s of all places! He even ordered 
for me, like I was some kind of kid that didn’t even know what I wanted. 
     Don’t get me wrong, James. I an not a snob, you know that about me. I 
mean, yeah, I dress pretty well, I keep my long strawberry hair well styled, and
my face modestly decorated in the lightest of makeup. I’m the first to admit I’m 
no beauty queen, but we both know I have the looks of a model. Your friend 
Chris, however, was more like a reject from a freak convention! Just try and 
picture us on this so-called date: me, standing there in my red satin blouse, 
the revealing one that accentuates my 38DD’s in that way you always liked, my
short crimson skirt, showing just enough of my shapely thighs to tickle your
imagination to what lies beneath, leading down my flesh-toned, nylon-covered
legs, to my feet, encased in those killer three-inch red stiletto heels, or the 
"fuck-me" pumps, as you always called them. A real hot picture, huh?
     Then imagine how I feel when Christopher picks me up dressed in a pair of 
blue jeans, a faded black Metallica T-shirt, and wearing a White Sox hat 
backwards on his head. James, I like the grunge look now and again, hell
I’ve DONE the grunge look before once or twice, but NOT when trying to
impress my date for the first time! Well, I was too shocked at his appearance
to even turn him down and walk away, and I ended up climbing into his little
Hyundai Miata without even realizing it. *sigh* To make things even worse,
we had absolutely nothing in common, from his taste in music, to his thoughts 
on good literature, to even basic foods choices. I wanted to talk to him about
his thoughts on the newest Dean Koontz novel, but the last book he could
recall reading was The Cat In The Hat, back in the sixth grade! Ugh. Total
loser. When we finally returned home he tried to kiss me goodnight. Hah! 
As if! I told him to close his eyes and pucker up, waiting until he did to slam
the door in his face! For all I know he’s still standing outside kissing the 
wooden framework.
     James, I consider you a friend, and a close one. I’ve known you since back
before you became a famous writer, back when you were just a regular guy 
posting stories on the Internet. I like you, really. But right now, I am considering
killing you. REALLY considering killing you. You set me up with the worst 
blind date in history. If you weren’t such a good friend, I’d tell you to kiss off,
but considering that you’re famous, and you send me copies of your new novels 
for free, I guess I can let it slide. Just this once. Oh well, talk to you later.

	Cyndi.

Subject:  Why did I let you talk me into this again?
   Date:  Sat, 21 Oct, 2000 02:31:07 -1000
   From: cynthia_p@guessnet.com
     To:  j_darksong@bellsouth.net

Dear James,

     Why do I listen to you? What could have possibly possessed me to listen to 
your crazy advice yet again? After your long heartfelt reply, I felt obliged to give 
Jack a second chance. I do have to admit, grudgingly, that he is not the total creep 
I first thought him to be...but he is pretty close. He explained about the little mix-up
with the clothing before, when we talked over the phone, and promised that this time
he’d dress more appropriately. He also explained that he had been a little short of 
cash that week, thus the cheap meal at McDonald’s. So naturally I was expecting 
a better date this time. I thought to myself, maybe James is right about this guy,
maybe he is alright after all. Maybe I just have to give him a chance. This in mind,
I dressed up again, dazzlingly, in my powder blue dress with matching heels, only
to be picked up by Mr. Grunge Rock himself, this time sporting the old "Miami 
Vice" look, with a gray flannel jacket over a navy blue T-shirt, and khakis, even 
down to the deck shoes with no socks. If that was his idea of dressing up, I would
hate to see him when he decides to "slum it".
     Again, I was about to tell him off and go back inside, but he talked to me
a while...a long while, I think. I’m not quite sure, it was all a bit fuzzy. But anyway,
he convinced me to go out on the date anyway, since we were already there and
the reservations had been made. So we went to the local steak house, where he
AGAIN ordered for me. I remember being somewhat upset at the time, but we
talked it over a bit, and I realized he was just being a gentleman. I let it go 
without making a big fuss, although I made it clear I liked to order for myself.
Dinner was surprisingly good, considering the price, and the small talk between
us this time was much better. He was still boring, so boring that I actually nodded
off while he was talking in the dessert. *giggle* Still, he wasn’t too bad a guy. I 
thought I might grow to actually like him, in time. Just as a friend, of course. He
was cute but not my type. On the trip back home, he again tried to kiss me, and
again I slammed the door on him. The guy was hopeless. Why did I let you talk
me into dating him again? He’s an okay guy I guess, but don’t you have any HOT
friends you could introduce me to? I am looking for my Prince Charming, not the
stable boy.
     Well, James, it’s late. Even though it was tedious, the date lasted longer than
I had expected. I’m getting up early tomorrow to go shopping for some new 
clothes, so I need some sleep. I’ve recently had a taste for something a little
more daring in my wardrobe. Don’t worry, I’ll send you some pics of myself in
my new clothes, I know you’ll flip for them. Later, old friend.

	Cyndi.

Subject: Thanks for the compliment!!
   Date:  Thur, 26 Oct, 2000 19:09:22 -1000
   From: cynthia_p@guessnet.com
     To:  j_darksong@bellsouth.net

Dear James,

     Tee hee! Thanks for your lovely gushing words of praise! It made me feel so 
tingly all over reading your replies to the pictures I sent. Sorry it took so long to
write you back, but its been a really busy week! Jack and I---hey I guess I should
back up a bit. A lot has changed since my last email. Jack and I are an "item" now!
Isn’t that just so weird? *giggle*  Now I know I said before about him being a nice
guy and all but not what I was looking for, that he was "best friend material". Boy 
was I ever wrong! The day after I made up my mind to just be friends with him, 
he gave me a call, saying he wanted to meet me and talk a bit, face to face. I 
don’t know why I did it, to be honest, ‘cause I like totally wasn’t into him back 
then. Maybe I felt guilty about leaving him high and dry, and he was just sooooo
persuasive on the phone, it was like I couldn’t say NO, ya know? Anyway we
met and talked face to face...I don’t even remember what we talked about, but 
one thing led to another and out of nowhere he kissed me. Whoa! I don’t think 
I can fully describe to you the sensation. It was kinda like being shocked with 
that electric stuff, only in a good way, yanno? It made me feel all tingly inside.
When he finally broke the kiss, it was like I was under his spell yanno? I was so 
hot and horny from that one kiss that I just pulled him to me, so hard we fell off 
the couch onto the floor! Which is where we stayed for the next hour or two,
if you catch my meaning, LOL.
     Anyway, ever since then we’ve been going out and stuff, pretty regularly. The 
more time I spend with him, the more I realize he is such a totally hotty! Its hard 
to believe I never noticed it before. I mean, when I look up into that cute face,
those smoldering gray eyes of his, that wild mousy brown hair, and when he 
smiles at me with that crooked grin of his...oh I just melt! And his taste in clothes
is improving too! Yesterday he had on the coolest acid-washed ACDC shirt, and
a gnarly pair of stylishly ripped jeans that was soo trendy I went out and bought 
a matching pair myself! You know me, James, never one to be outdone in the
fashion scene. Still, my so-called friends and co-workers are like so behind the
times, they just don’t seem to be able to grasp my style. Bunch of losers. If I
didn’t need this stinking job to like, make money and stuff, I’d tell them all to 
just kiss my ass. Oh well, treating my guy to McDonald’s every day takes cash,
so I have to just put up with it.
     We’re going out to the movies in a little bit, catching a late Swartzenegger movie
at the dollar theater. End of...um...something. I dunno, I’m really not into action and 
fighting movies and stuff, but Jack loves it, and he tells me its good. He should know,
he’s seen it about twenty-one times so far, LOL Well you know what they say, 
boys will be boys. Oh well, I’m like signing off now. I need to run to the store
and pick up some more blue eyeshadow, the case I bought last week is all
used up! And I can’t go outside dressed only in my white see-through silken 
blouse, my ultra-short mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and red satin 5 inch heels! 
What would people think? I mean, a girl just isn’t ready without a generous 
helping of sexy war paint to drive her man wild! Tee hee! I’ll see ya later, 
James. Ta ta!

	Cyndi

Subject:  Jack IS a total creep after all!!!
   Date:  Sat, 28 Oct, 2000 12:03:45 -1000
   From: cynthia_p@guessnet.com
     To:  j_darksong@bellsouth.net


Oh God what have I done!
     James, I think I’ve made a terrible mistake! In a moment of clarity, I have realized
just how fast things have been going between Jack and I. I mean, what is up with me 
anyway? It’s like I’m a freaking lunatic all of s sudden, like being near him transforms 
me into some kind of sexually charged bimbo or something! I dunno why I am freaking
out and all, its just that I asked Jack to move in with me yesterday, which of course he
did, making himself totally at home. But then the sweet sexy man I have come to know
and love changed on me! He wanted me to become---get this!---his sex slave!
     I don’t know why it took me so long to recognize him for what he is, a manipulative
controlling bastard! He’s somehow remade me into his perfect image of a woman, and
I’d all but embraced it! I woke up alone this morning, feeling kind of strange, and went 
to the bathroom to wash up, when I saw myself in the mirror. I mean REALLY saw
myself. It was like looking into the mirror for the first time. I didn’t even recognize 
myself under all the layers of makeup and eyeshadow, with all the little body piercings
in my nipples and my privates! I mean, well I remember doing all that, getting them
done, and putting on the makeup, but its like I wasn’t me! I don’t know how to 
explain. It’s like he cast a spell on me or something, to get close to me, and I only
now have awoken from it. I guess I am just lucky I came to my senses when I did
or else I might have agreed to the sex slave thing! Rotten bastard. I’ll give him a 
piece of my mind when he gets back here later this afternoon. Sex slave, indeed! I
outta toss his sorry but right out of here! 
	Oh shit! I hear his car pulling into the driveway now! As soon as he comes in
here we are going to have it out once and for all. I am tired of all this bullshi

Subject:  I really must apologize.
   Date:  Sat, 28 Oct, 2000 12:59:57 -1000
   From: cynthia_p@guessnet.com
     To:  j_darksong@bellsouth.net

Dearest James,

     I am sorry for the last post I sent you. I accidentally pushed the SEND button
in the middle of typing. Had I been in a clearer state of mind, I never would have, 
yanno, sent it at all. Boy, you must really think me a big goofball. I’m sorry to have
sounded so crazy, I was just overreacting. Jack came in right before I sent the email
to you, and at first I got all ornery with him and started cursing him out. Silly me. 
But my Jack was a perfect angel, listing to me rant and rave and all, then he just 
calmly sat me down and explained to me what was really going on, how things were
gonna be. Damn, but I love it when my man is forceful with me! It makes my pussy
tingle just thinking about him commanding me to do something! Oh, sorry I’m a 
little bit distracted as I write but I’ll try and keep it together till I tell ya the news.
     Jack was a real sweetheart, explaining about the slave girl thingie. When he 
told me so clearly and calmly what it was all about, it was like all my fears just 
evapor...evaop...like they just went away, yanno? Tee hee!  The more he like
talked, the better the idea sounded. I mean, why should I fight it anyway, I have
been like his total sex kitten from that first kiss so long ago...when was that anyway?
It seems like it was years ago...oh never mind. Distracted again. Its kinda hard
to write when my loving masterful Jack is playing with my clitty while I type. Hard 
to think a little when he does that but he helps me with the words and stuff. Mmmm.
	Okay. Jack...Oops, I mean Master says I need to wrap this up and head 
into the bedroom now. I just wanted to apologize for going off the deep end in that
last letter, and to tell you that Master Jack and I have totally patched things up
again. I’ve never been a...hmmm? okay Master...I have never been a cock-sucking
little pussy whore before...so I only hope I can please my sweetheart and make him
feel glad he chose me for this honor. I’ll keep in touch with you as much as I can,
Master says my free time is going to decre...um...decr...um go away and stuff. But 
since you are my close friend and junk I’ll still talk to ya and let you know what’s
going on. Tee hee! Thanks for listening. 

	Cyndi-slave

Subject:  You will NOT believe it!!!
   Date:  Mon, 30 Oct, 2000 20:05:39 -1000
   From: cynthia_p@guessnet.com
     To:  j_darksong@bellsouth.net

Greetings, Master James!

     Wow. You are not going to believe what just happened to me! This humble slave
came home from work like she normally does, ready to strip and serve her most 
adored Master, when she was given a surprise. Master Jack agreed to marry me!
Oh, you could have knocked this little cunt slave over with a feather! Tears poured 
down my face as this girl dropped to her knees, kissing his feet and weeping in thanks.
And He didn’t even kick me away or discipline me for being so emotional, He
let me have my moment. Finally, when this girl was all cried out with joy, He 
picked her up and commanded me to kiss him deeply, which this little slave
girl did with much pleasure! Master Jack then celebrated by fucking the ever
loving shit out of His new bride-to-be. Tee hee! This girl still glows from the
pleasure. Master allowed me to email You and tell You the good news, as You, 
dear Master James, were the One that brought us together in the first place,
and You are my closest and dearest friend. 
     Oh God, my slave heart still beats with amazement. This slut is soooo unworthy of
such an honor, yet Master made it clear that He desires me, that He feels love for
the worthless little cunt that i am! How could this girl not say yes? Even if she was 
foolish and stupid enough to say No, her Master could just command her to say
Yes anyway. Tee hee! This slave LOVES the way Master Jack leaves her no 
choices in anything, and she creams herself every time He honors her with a rare
trip to McDonald’s and orders for her. Oh, He’s sooo sexy when He takes command 
of me. That is why this little cock-sucker so looks forward to marrying Him. In the
public eye, we will be man and wife, but in our own private life we will be Master
and slave, now and forever! If she had a choice, this slave would not have it any
other way. *grins*
     This girl does have a few minor concerns, however, and it shames her that she has
such unworthy thoughts about her Lord and Master. Master has informed His slave
that she is His first and most beloved, but that some day He may become bored, and
take another girl as His slave as well. And that any other girls He takes will have to
share Him with me...and even to share themselves with *me* as well. Master would
make me into a lesbian slut as well! Only being taught that jealousy is unbecoming
to a little sex slut like me kept me from voicing my unworthy opinion. As much of
a slave as this girl is, sometimes she still has strange thoughts, thoughts of resisting
her loving Master, of trying to flee and escape. She knows this is silly, that it is only
nerves, but such thoughts are unsettling. This little slut wishes they would go away, 
and let her think only of pleasing Master Jack. Perhaps she should tell Him, and 
see if He can make those bad thoughts go away.
     Oh, she sees that Master is stirring from His bed now. It’s time for His little 
pussy slut to pleasure Him again. Tee hee! This unworthy tramp wanted You
to hear the news, Master James, and hopes that You might be able to make it
down here for the wedding. It will be the week before Thanksgiving, which will
be terribly busy for most people, but still this slut begs that You at least consider
being here for her happiest day. This slave wishes You well, Master James.

	cyndi-slave.

Subject:  Dude, thanks from the bottom of my heart!
   Date:  Tue, 31 Oct, 2000 17:11:01 -1000
   From: jack_thehack@new-wave.com
     To:  j_darksong@bellsouth.net

Yo, James, dude!!

     Like, total thanks for setting me up with this Cynthia chick, and thanks for the 
advice on how to keep her! I must admit, I was totally blown away when I first
laid eyes on her, and she was so totally babe-a-licious! Still, she didn’t seem to
go with my, like, whole rocker rebel look, yanno? After that first date, I thought
she’d never talk to me again. If you hadn’t shared with me the secret of how to
open her up, I’d still be a SWM, yanno? Single White Male, Hahahaha. Whoa,
that was like cool yanno? 
     Anyways, I just wanted to thank you. I wasn’t sure why you thought it so
important that I wake her up out of the spell that Saturday morning before I left,
it seems kinda cruel and heartless to give her back her own mind, yet keep 
control over her. Still, it seemed to do the trick, yanno, letting her get all her
anger and rage out in one big burst. It like totally took all the fight outta her when
I finally turned her back ON again. After that, she didn’t fight the control as much.
Dude, you are the MAN! I guess I’m glad you gave her to me, yanno, even though
I’d think a girl like this you would want to hold onto. But I guess you are right about
only needing one woman for yourself, and having your hands full as it is. Glad you
helped a brother-man out though. 
     I’m kinda bummed that you and yer slave Shelley won’t be able to make it 
here for the wedding. It would have been so kewl to meet the original Master 
in person, yanno? But I think we’ll both enjoy the wedding gifts you sent us. I 
opened the one marked NOW as soon as it arrived, and I think I’ll take your
advice and get the collar engraved now, before the ceremony. And I’m sure all
the other bondage stuff will come in handy on the honeymoon, hehehe. Thanks
again for your help, dude; letting me know her feelings and stuff through her 
messages to you really helped. Well, she should be getting home from work
any time now, and its about dinner time. I’m kinda tired of McDonald’s so
for a change we’re going to Taco Bell. See ya later dude. Keep in touch.

	Your amigo for life!
	Jack.



