September 28, 2016 by Evelyn Summers
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go…
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.”
And I am going to pay…
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you’re looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
This would be the first meeting where I would see my lover face-to-face.
He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear.
I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me.
Sure, it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.
A few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a darker side of myself with needs that shocked me. I’d never meant to find someone. I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.
What I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission, self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.
I was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir,” but in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated via Skype, email, chats, and the occasional phone call, never seeing one another. That is, until today.
I had insisted we not use cameras, even though he implored me to do webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher and couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped. So the only notion I have of what my Master looks like is a product of my imagination.
But today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Today I would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past few months. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master” I’d daydreamed about.
Things never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the hero in a book. When a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. It was always a disappointment.
I’d tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I pictured him wearing glasses, and possibly a beard.
In any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that captivated me. MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and pushed into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately needed that.
My phone showed it was 5:12. Any minute now… The wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.
“Close your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice was a sound I’d come to crave, and hearing it sent shivers of anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that moment in time, to stop while things were still beautiful between us, before reality could mar the fantasy…
This is an absolutely scorching read, easily passing the wet test, and something to be stored in the wank bank for future occasions.
When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where all my friends had children, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible.
Having said that, I wasn’t sold completely. The concept of “cyber training” really intrigued me, particularly because some of the underlying reasons at present hit a little hard to home. The training scenes, although always super-hot, were written with a degree of space, slightly cold and clinical, more descriptions of what was being done than feelings, and some of the instructions were pretty complicated which detracted my attention from the actual scene. The fork thing at the beginning also confused the hell out of me (until I read further when I understood it).
In a weird way, he owned me. This man, whoever he was, had seen inside me, found the dirty little secrets that made me tick, and now he controlled me with them, taunted me with that knowledge.
It’s fantastic to read a book with such good dirty talk and a focus on humiliation through this. This is a particular like of mine and I don’t really read enough of it. However, some of the dirty talk felt a little forced, like it was done purely to shock rather than to excite, and was somewhat out of character. I also really didn’t like Sophie’s narrative voice, never quite warming up to her or MC (and never quite believing their chemistry or relationship, either). In fact, their relationship was hotter when it was anonymous than when they actually met, and this face-to-face part of the book felt rushed to me, especially the angst and conflict and its resolution.
Was it crazy to be in love with a man I’d never seen? A man I knew almost nothing about?
It wasn’t perfect, and I didn’t believe in the romance, and I still don’t really have a proper understanding of the characters. I wanted more about Sophie and Spencer’s divorce, and how her relationship with MC affected her real life and her mentality. But, if you’re after a decent one-handed read, or to delve a little deeper into the world of BDSM (with humiliation and dirty talk), then this is worth picking up. I enjoyed it enough to want to read the sequel.
He’s my addiction, my love—my life.
He’s my Dominant—my everything.
He’s changed me, and I never want to go back.
But now, he’s asking for too much.
Going too far.
It’s out of my comfort zone–not who I am.
I’ll swallow my pride and face my fears
But something tells me he has ulterior motives for this extreme request,
and I will get to the bottom of it.
That is, if I can pass his test.
She’s my addiction, my love–my life.
She’s changed me, and I never want to go back.
I tried to protect her.
Hell, I tried to protect myself,
but I fucked it all up.
I may be a sick bastard, but I would lay down my life for her.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to make every inch of her mine again.
I always tell her for every ounce of pleasure a price must be paid.
She’s already paid more than she ever owed.
Now it’s my turn to pay.