I first met my online master, whom I shall refer to as just Master N, on an online game site. We were playing games and chatting and soon became friends. I used to look forward to playing with him, but even more so, towards chatting with him. I used his real name at the time - for the purposes of this story I will call him Dave. Dave and I would chat quite often, but never about anything sexual. I was married at the time and had been for over 30 years, but hadn't had sex for the last 20 years of my marriage as my husband wasn't really interested in it. Sometime around last June/July I started chatting with men on webcam, and discovered I enjoyed watching men wank for me. There was one particular man in Canada whom had a very large cock, and loved it when I watched him, but even more when he could see my large breasts. Very soon he started calling me his bitch - and I realised I was enjoying the power over him. Still though, my fantasy had always been to be dominated - not humiliated, but to experience the pleasure I'd read of when a woman is fucked whilst being restrained, and to be fucked quite forcibly. I fantasised about being tied to a bed or similiar, with my legs held apart so my vagina was exposed and totally vulnerable to the man that would abuse me. I wanted to know how it would feel to have my pussy really stretched, be fucked long and very hard, have my nipples pinched, bitten and my breasts roughly handled. I'd also never received oral sex and wanted to know how that would feel. I even started watching online porn - which was a first for me, and soon discovered quite how much I enjoyed watching woman being fucked without mercy by both men AND women. Not just watching them, but hear them in pain but I could see how much they were enjoying what they were receiving. My masturbation took on a whole new focus of pleasure. I kept myself to just online watching as didn't want to be unfaithful. However, my life took a bad turn when very suddenly my husband passed away in the August of 2012 - it was very unexpected, and I started to lose control of myself, my thoughts and my actions. I started chatting with guys online and making suggestive comments to them - including my friend Dave. I even started offering myself to men online for sex, and had cyber-sex with a couple of them. I met with one guy who told me he was dominant and I hoped to finally get to experience what I wanted - he proved to be just a guy who was being unfaithful and that I was stupid enough to pleasure and pay for his lunches when we met! Dave was wonderful and would listen to me as I'd tell him my troubles whilst we were playing online games. Unfortunately I lost control of myself totally and last December attempted suicide - I'd been pushed over the edge by one of the men. He was great - totally supportive and non-judgmental. He'd never even been sexually suggestive with me - about all he had done was to offer me a massage, and helped me to imagine what it would be like to feel his fingers as they massaged my naked body. One day though he surprised me - I had hit rock bottom with the attempted suicide and my search for a man to please me sexually, and when I told him, instead of him judging me like everybody else he told me what I needed sexually - I just couldn't understand how he knew exactly what I needed and wanted. I'd never told him of my fantasies yet he seemed to know. It was only later he told me he was dominant and had been a Master for a very long time and he would train me if it was what I wanted. I didn't have to think twice - and my training started - albeit online by written instructions. The only stipulation was I was no longer allowed to call him Dave and must only refer to him as Master. Even though he only conveyed his instructions to me in writing I KNEW when I had disobeyed him or made him angry, and the thought of his power would sexually excite me. Master started my training ... to be continued