“I’m glad,” I typed. “You had me worried there for a second.” I hit send, not actually worried at all. I knew she was going to want to meet. I just wanted to give her a little more incentive, and create even more of a feeling of intimacy between us. Maybe even make her feel like she had a bit of an upper hand in this situation, although she absolutely did not.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Sir,” Ashely said into the camera, her eyes bright and filled with excitement. “I would do anything for you.”

She was talking into the camera so I responded through the chat box on the screen. “Thank you, Ashley. That means a lot to me.”

And it did. It meant more than I could even admit to myself, because I knew that was one of the things that drew me to her, that had always drawn me to her. The feeling that I got whenever I was around her—that she would be an ideal submissive, and the idea of her submitting to me and only me. I wanted her as my plaything, but more than that I wanted to know that she wanted, above all else, to belong to me.

I switched back to the phone to finalize the meeting place. I had no intention of actually meeting her in public, but I gave her the name of a restaurant that was not far from my house and was near a park on the edge of the campus. I would have the advantage of being able to see her when she walked through the park while I remained in the shadows. I had no intention of letting her know who I really was—not yet anyway.

After I made the arrangements and set a time, I made sure her room was ready. An obsessive, compulsive moment, really, because the room had been ready for her for weeks. I double checked the monitors to make sure the feed was streaming properly, then I put on a dark coat and left the house.

I parked in the one spot near the park that was not illuminated by street lights, and waited a half hour in my car. I knew Ashley tended to be early, especially to the cam sessions—an incredibly cute habit she had that I particularly enjoyed exploiting. There were many nights when I would watch her on the closed circuit camera for a long time while she waited for me to show up for our nightly sessions. Sometimes she tried to get some schoolwork done while she waited, but more often she would just sit there patiently and wait for me. Tonight I didn’t want to take any chances, though.

I waited in the shadows behind a tree that stood right next to a path that crossed the entire park. I was taking a gamble that she would shoot through the park instead of walking the longer route along the streets. I hoped that she would want to get to the restaurant as quickly as possible—dangerous dark park be damned—and I was thrilled when I saw her in the distance walking quickly down the path, her fluffy white coat and blonde hair clearly visible even in the shadows.

She had changed since our session. She was wearing a short, black skirt under her coat, and it barely came down past her ass. I was tempted to spank her right there and then for wearing something so revealing while she made her way through a dark park in high heels at midnight.

The heels clicked on the pavement and became the only sound I could hear. I watched the silver straps around her ankles flash a reflection off of the nearby streetlights with each step. The closer she got, the more nervous I became. Not because I wasn’t sure about what I was doing. I’d wanted this for a long time. Years. But I was afraid that something might go wrong. I didn’t want to harm Ashley in any way and I didn’t want to scare her. What I wanted more than anything—more than watching her submit to me—was to make sure that she was safe. That she would always be safe.

She was within ten feet of the tree now, each step she took echoing through my ears as if we were both inside a dark tunnel. Each step that she took slowed to a crawl and I swear it took her five minutes to take those last few steps. Just as she passed in front of me I stepped out from behind the tree. I barely had to move at all. Just one step and my gloved hand slipped around the front of her face, the chemical-soaked cloth covering her nose and mouth completely.

I didn’t necessarily want to drug her. I knew that there were dangers when messing around with any kind of anesthetic, but I couldn’t risk her struggling or being seen. I also wanted to keep my identity and location from her for as long as possible. I hadn’t completely planned out how this was all going to go once I had her in my house, but I figured I’d have plenty of time to figure it out once I got her into her room.

I didn’t expect to be so effected by what happened just before she succumbed to the anesthetic, though. She struggled a bit—grabbing my arm and trying to wriggle free of my grasp—which I’d expected. But the sound that came from her throat, the sadness of her cry, filled me with a sense of self loathing that almost turned my stomach.

I didn’t want to be the cause of any pain for Ashley. Emotional pain, anyway. In our chat sessions she told me that she had fantasies of being tied up and spanked and I would be more than happy to provide that kind of pain for her. When I thought about what I was doing too much it made me want to stop—to abandon this whole plan. But the part of me that wanted her all for myself—the part of me that sat up all night long watching her sleep through the hidden cameras—wouldn’t allow that.

As Ashley fell into my arms, completely unconscious, I realized I had always been powerless to stop myself from doing the very thing I was trying to protect her from. I knew that, regardless of how much I wanted to keep her safe, the part of me that I couldn’t control was going to hurt her.