chess game - part 1

chess game - part 1

Mistress Gatta • 10 באוק׳ 2004

She had always enjoyed playing chess, probably from the very first time when she'd been five years old. She also always knew how amazing it was for others to see a small kid winning game after game in the resort, where she was even physically unable to remove the huge chess pieces and other were only happy to help her with that task. Then, when she became older, a chess game became a challenge for her to attract the boy she liked- eventually they got married, surely not only because she was a good chess player, but chess helped too!
Well, let me tell you, she never became a chess champion, and so if your interest in this story is only about chess, you might as well drop the book right this moment.
Years passed by, she played chess on occasion, but the chess game ceased to be more than just spending time, until her husband introduced her to internet chess playing.
Oh, this one was good, you got to choose your nick, play under different names if you chose, and chat with the people you played and also with others who were watching you play. After spending over four years in the house with two kids to take care of; a huge house and lots of other chores, this was a 21st-century way out to meet other people and talk to them, if they were worthy of it. So, one day she was looking for an easy opponent, because it was late and she did not have much time to spend at the computer.
And so there he was--an Israeli player with a much lower score then hers, an easy win, she thought. And that is how it began, but a strange thing was happening--after each win she would humiliate him, tell him that he needed to go back to school to learn the game, but the man would not stop, on the contrary, he asked for more and more, praising her for giving him this pain....she then smoked a joint, felt frisky and decided to play along--after each game , which lasted no longer then three minutes, she would tease him into having another one so she can give him more pain and humiliation. She now enjoyed their chat more then the game itself. And then he asked her if she knew anything about BDSM. BDSM, she asked, no, I don't think so... what about S&M--he asked. Ah, that she new--sadomasochism?- she replied. By that time they already were not looking at the game's time, the setting was put on without time... Yes- he replied with a big smile. I know of it, she typed- you're obviously the one who is the masochist. Otherwise you would be gone by now--another smile, yes,--his answer was too fast. And then they lost the connection, and no matter how many times they tried to chat, neither was able to reply to the other. She turned off her computer and went to bed, and, thinking about S&M, she fell asleep.
The next day, she was too curious to find this man, signed in and saw him right away playing with someone else.. once he saw her, their game begun with him asking why she did not reply to him and left him hanging there. Now she understood that game place did not allow certain words in the chat and she advised him to be careful. He was smart enough to send her his e-mail in parts, she was brilliant to understand his intentions. The chess game was over, they were now ready to start another game.