Eddie’s living room was mostly unchanged from when Candy died at his feet. Soda still stained the carpet in a long-term tribute to Eddie’s hatred of cleaning and Candy’s final breath.  The few changes in the room were paid for with the surprise insurance payment; the largest and most expensive was a fifty-inch plasma television that squatted on the old television stand.  Eddie had taken some time and minimal effort to learn the ins and outs of a new top of the line laptop computer.  If he hadn’t sprung for the installation services of the Circuit City store, he would not have been remotely close to getting his wireless computer to operate correctly with his cable system.  He thought it really rocked to have everything linked.

He had decided he had to learn at least something about computers if he wanted to start a porn business.  It was the most motivated he had been in years.  He had even surfed the internet by Googling computer classes in his area.  Thoughts about classes had lasted a full eight or ten minutes before a “do you want sex tonight” pop-up ad had brought his attention to an adult dating site.  He read the notice and yes, he did want to get laid.  He wanted it enough to go hunt up the books he had gotten at the bookstore.  With the promise of pussy, Eddie was even more motivated.  His computing skills grew quickly and he was surfing with the perviest of them.   He had tried several places, starting with a free site called Craig’s List.  Even though he didn’t know much, he could feel that these ads were mostly rip-offs or men who had a sexual flexibility that they didn’t care who or what got them off.  
 

He was sure money could buy happiness and more.  Aside from better porn, money also bought a man high quality screwing opportunities.  He peeked at several sites and picked out the group of sites from the adult friend finder company and the sister site, alt.com, a site that focused on kink and submission.  Submission by women?  To Eddie, that sounded perfect and he clicked like a man possessed.  At first, Eddie was confused by the terminology on the fetish site, but damn, the ads had great looking women in leather and vinyl and he couldn’t resist the ropes and sex toys he found there.  
 

That was what he needed, a real submissive chick, which to him meant he could not only screw her at will, but he could slap her around if she talked back.  Hell, the right one might not even get to talk at all.  He worked on his profile, stealing words and ideas from others.  He didn’t want to look too much like a pretender.  

He did look like a pretender, and that got him noticed and approached by a woman looking for a man just like him.  Just across town, in her simple apartment, Sara Cage clicked on an alt.com profile section and new2thisRU’s profile popped up as a new member.  Sara settled back in her chair and thought about this new guy.  She let the information and her impressions wash over her.  Sara was a big believer in noting how things felt, and this, for some unknown reason, felt very good.  Sara settled back in her chair and ensconced herself into her Spartan and intentionally unassuming environment.
Some people would have great difficulty transitioning into this less affluent life, but it was comforting in a minimalist way.  Simplicity allowed Sara to focus on her hunt.  Right now, finding him was what mattered most; she was driven in this search like some women are driven by their biological clocks.
 

Sara inhaled her living space, allowing the odors of the stale apartment and feeling of inexpensive furnishings seep into her.  She morphed into Sara the librarian, the tech geek, the frugal girl; seeking the love of her life.  The tech girl part of her persona granted her the anomaly of owning the new and well-appointed laptop computer that she was now using.  With her experience in computers and dating, Sara could have opened her own online dating network, but her goals were far more specific.  She couldn’t afford to worry if other souls found their man, she desperately needed hers and he had to have some very specific and rare attributes.
 

Over her history of relationships, Sara had some that had worked ok and those that didn’t work out well.  She had carefully honed her instincts for finding the type of man she had wanted her entire life.  She had come close a few times, but there was always a problem.  The past relationships ended pretty much the same way and she refused to look back on them with sorrow or regret.  She felt like she spent half her life hunting for the right guy.  She needed someone unique and because of that uniqueness, he would be someone overlooked, someone who would finally appreciate all that she had to offer but still didn’t want her for the money.  
 

This was a hunt that required she deceive just a bit to start, but who didn’t start relationships with a little deception.  Sara prided herself on two aspects of her behavior in relationships.  First, once she felt safe, she revealed even her darkest secrets.  She had learned to get men to admit their secrets to her as well.  Honesty certainly made for a much better relationship.  Second, she believed she always gave men exactly what the wanted, what they asked for, and sometimes even begged for.  Sara didn’t judge.  She didn’t make them feel lowly for their wants and needs and in return she asked only that they do the same for her.  Some came to accept what she was, but usually the stark nature of what each man was, facing his real wants and demons, was usually fatal to the relationship.
 

After reading new2thisRU’s profile, Sara felt that this new man had real promise.  He was obviously a newbie to recognizing his interests and seemed to have no shame about his proclivities.  She loved that in a man.  If you want sex tonight, just tell me.  Tell me what kind and if it is remotely possible I will do it for you.  What woman who loved her man would deprive him of his greatest fantasy?  
 

Likewise, what better way to keep a man devoted and not sneaking around than to make sure his wants were met without judgment?  Give them what they crave, and a man will do the same for you.  If her man wanted fries, he got fries.  If he wanted a blowjob, it was the same.  He just had to admit to what he wanted and ask for it and Sara always gave it to him.
 

Sara tracked the movements of her new hope.  At this point, he was a diamond in the rough, but he was learning, she could see it in his ability to adapt his conversations online.  It seemed he might even be a quick learner, because he had changed his picture on alt.com.  Like most men, his first profile picture was of his dick.  When would they learn?   Women know that guys have dicks; to capture interest, lead with something different.  More than half the profiles had dicks.  It was stupid.  Did men think women thought that a man on kinky dating site wasn’t there for sex?
 

He had shortly switched to a picture of his face with sunglasses on.  Frankly, he wasn’t handsome enough to get noticed that way and he adapted again; a real point in his favor.  His third picture had been a soft teddy bear all dressed in leather fetish-ware.  It was perfect, soft but firm, kindness with a promise of just a touch of kink.  The teddy bear whispered to her that this man, whatever his faults, might be just the kind of man she sought.
 

Her cyber search into new2thisRU went deeper now.  She clicked on his profile.  She used a hacking program that gave her access not only to his profile, but also to his personal account information and his actions inside that account.  Before contacting him, Sara wanted to see what type of women he preferred and what type of stories or pictures he might read.   A girl couldn’t be too careful and after her fits and starts in dating the men she tended to like, Sara had become very careful. 

She didn’t want another man like Nick, who was still a loose end to tie up.  She hated loose ends.

Before her financial prospects had been so changed by the largess of the legal system, Sara had finished training as a crime scene investigator.  It was there, at the feet of the converted once bad boy hackers turned hunters for the New York City police cyber crimes division, that Sara had learned the tricks of the cyber hunt.  At work she had access to the best of computer software, which she, like the other semi-reformed hackers, had made illegal but necessary copies.  Her collection of software was the digital equivalent of a perfectly stocked arsenal in Charleston Heston’s gun room; a tool for every task.  
 

She shadowed new2this, or Eddie, from place to place and learned he was looking for a submissive, passive, easily controlled woman.  Well, that is what most men thought they wanted.  She could be that for him if it was what he really wanted, but she had her doubts, because he had also spent time in the picture gallery of men being dominated by forceful women.  His typing had slowed and she imagined he couldn’t resist some self-gratification during viewing.  That was promising.  He had also lingered at some stories with women who participated in gangbangs and a font of men sharing their wives with other men.  It was possible he wanted to be just one of the gangbang guys, but the use of the wife, commonly known as a hotwife or slutwife, suggested a certain ambivalence toward his own competence or else he wanted one well fucked and satisfied wife.  Either way, that was acceptable.  She too could adapt.  She was versed in being both dominant and submissive and didn’t have qualms about either choice.  Sex games were sex games and she had played most all of them by now.  She had been to swing clubs and participated willingly and happily in group activities.  
 

Sara watched him spread his cyber wings online and get viciously slapped down on a chat request.  It was an opening and decided to make her move while he was momentarily staggered.  She opened her own profile, “Prim&Improper”.  Her picture was very much a vision of Marion the librarian.  She had simple hair, geekish glasses, soft beautiful eyes, a wide ready smile and an angelic presence that usually stunned men who saw her picture.  She paged new2 with a request that said, “Do you mind if i type to you, Sir?”  She wondered if the ‘Sir’ would stir him immediately.  

In front of his computer screen, on his side of Seattle, Eddie’s eyes went wide even as the blood swarmed to his groin.  The woman that wanted to type to him wasn’t the sluttiest looking chick here, but he could tell she wanted him.  For Eddie, being wanted was just what he wanted. The more she wanted him, the more he could control her.  Eddie was just getting his Dominant legs under him.  He typed carefully, rereading everything before he hit send:  Hello, little one, you have my permission.  Can you earn more of my time?  
 

Eddie watched the immediate response.  He tried to be attentive as she sent him his chance for a quick score. Prim&Improper’s text box pinged, “i wanted to show my appreciation for Your selection of pictures.  i love teddy bears, but haven’t seen one that expresses my interests.  Thank You Sir.”
 

Eddie wondered for a moment at her odd typing style and typed, “It is nice to be appreciated.  I am kinda new to this.  I just found this site, a friend told me to check it out.”
 

He wanted to be funny and not scary.  She might be too new or shy to order around right out of the box, so he tried funny and typed in, “By the way, my father is Sir.”

Sara knew she had found exactly what she wanted.  She closed other windows that had been used to track other men.  Like a fisherman who had too many poles in the water, she didn’t want to let this nibble slip away and typed, “i didn’t mean to be” — she typed presumptuous and quickly deleted it for fear she would be talking over his head – “to be rude, i apologize, most dominant men want a submissive to call them Sir as a sign of respect.”  Sara could almost see Eddie smack himself on the forehead.  He would be worried that if he couldn’t seem to be in total control, she would move on and she was one of the few women who weren’t orca huge on this website.  

Eddie needed more time to learn and he didn’t have it.  He was going to lose her fast if he didn’t think. Quickly he typed one of the short cuts he had seen in his earlier time lurking, “brb someone at door, don’t go.”
 

To his relief, her response was instant, “i will be waiting patiently, patience is something good submissives do well.”  
 

Eddie quickly turned the porn channel off his television and started closing various windows on his computer screen.  

Sara had set up a mirror of his computer on her system.  That allowed her to watch each profile blink off.  She was pleased to be getting all his attention.  She loved an attentive man.  
 

Moments after Eddie closed his last distraction Sara watched him click in her chat box, “Just a fed-ex delivery, am back.”  
 

Sara whispered to herself, “liar.”  She could overlook this lie, it was white and small, but she would remember to watch him.  A good man was so hard to find and perfection never existed.
 

She lied back, “It’s ok, i went for a coke.  i hope that is ok.”
 

Now they were even on the white lie scale.  It never occurred to Sara that spying was lying.  It was just making sure.  
 

Sara watching him on the mirror screen as he typed, “You saw my name, so you know I am pretty much new at this online stuff.  If I break any rules or do something not just right, I am still learning.”  
 

Sara typed back, “Everyone starts new to everything.  i would be honored to answer any questions You might have, i guess i am a natural teacher.”  
 

She nearly held her breath; if she was going to lose him to insult, this would be it. She watched as Eddie’s relief nearly poured through the keyboard, “You won’t think I am stupid?”  
 

Sara responded, “Not in the least, i would think You were honest and that is very important for me to trust You.  Trust is everything here.”
 

The screen paused.  Sara could picture him sweating but he never clicked away.  She could feel his fingers tremble at the keyboard.  
 

Eddie’s deliberate thought process was betrayed by how slowly he typed, “Ok, I’ll try it once and see what happens.  Why do you do that odd thing with the capitalization?”
 

Sara nearly jumped for joy.  This man had passed her next test, he wasn’t afraid to learn, to ask for and accept help.  Her trust meter jumped a good twenty five percent.  She quickly typed back, “It’s sort of the rules of the cyber highway here.  submissive titles and names are always in small letters and Dominant Titles and Names are always capitalized.”
 

Eddie typed, “you are a very helpful girl.  I hope you don’t mind leading Me through all the rules.”
 

Sara smiled genuinely to herself, “You’ve got the idea for caps in no time.  i bet that in time, maybe You can lead me.”
 

Eddie typed, “I think I might like that.”  
 

The typing conversation lasted two hours.  Eddie seemed to learn quickly and Sara learned even more about Eddie.  He might just be what she really needed.  He played it smart and didn’t talk about sex once.  Sara appreciated it even though she watched him scan porn in between the moments he typed to her.  Well, men had their need for sex and she had her needs as well.  You had to compromise on such things.  Besides, she kinda liked some of the things he watched during the chat.