click...click....click....click....

...Campbell's fingers glided over the keyboard at a steady pace, fingertipa depressing the corresponding buttons with ease, showing the skill of an individual who knew the purpose of perfection...

......click......

a sigh exited from Campbell's mouth. The fluid movements paused as he waited for the selected web-link to load, Campbell couldn't help himself as he began thinking if only the access to information was as quick as his thoughts hours of wasted time could be saved searching, instead that time could be put to better use.... Shaking his head as if to push these ideas to one side, he cleared his mind, staring back down at the screen, he scanned over the information presented before his eye.

As the page information loaded up on the screen, a flourish of excitement flowed over him. Could he finally have found that which he thought would evade him for the balance of his life. It was a lifestyle search that Campbell had until recently been kept completely separated from him is day to day life. If his work colleagues had found out what his true hobby was, Campbell was in no doubt that he would be ridiculed into a Hobbit existence.

Seem that, been there, done that, would not consider that again. Campbell's eyes chased after pictures, taglines and numbers. Yes his "hobby" was indeed specific and rare it therefore was common to see Campbell after the excitement of the search beginning to look dissatisfied with the outcome.

BUT

in an instant, his eyes caught something of interest....in fact interest was replaced by lust and desire almost immediately.

There before him, was what he had searched long and hard for...A Mistress, not just any Mistress. A transexual Mistress offering a professional service of the BDSM variety asking for tribute to be provided as thanks for her time.

i cheeky smile creeped across Campbell's face, the naughty boy look others never got to see, the want instead of the provider. it was a total reverse of his persona. He wanted to serve this person presented as pixels on the computer screen. Miss Alinda was pulling him, commanding him to bow down and seek atonement for his misgivings.

Quickly, Campbell unlocked his mobile and saved the name and number. Perhaps this is going to be an interesting weekend after all.

With all the power in his mind, Campbell fought off the temptation of calling and risk sounding like a giddy schoolgirl being asked to the senior school farewell event that one attends. The kind of giddy schoolgirl that knows they're going to be the part of the after dance festivities like a door prize. Giddy, crazy, unwise and screwed schoolgirl. "AVOID BEING AN IDIOT", Campbell silently screamed at his brain in an attempt to keep himself from scaring off the new focus of attention. It worked and Campbell shot off a "Hi, found your details online. Can you give me more info?" chat to the number, one tick, one tick... two ticks delivered.... Campbell jittered about with excitement that his request had reached its destination but had not been read.

A Journey of Discovery and Life limits waa about to begin. But what lay ahead for Campbell he was about to discover life can teach you things.