The Dark Side Of Cybering

Little disclaimer here that I had not thought of until now, if the screen names, or handles I use in this story are real, it is purely coincidental. I was just making the stuff up. Also, if anyone in this story seems familiar, don’t be surprised. They are combinations of many many people I’ve observed in the chat rooms. They may be 10 people in one. They may be right out of my sick mind….who knows…..I don’t! Thanks to all that wrote reviews. MUCHO appreciated!!! Muah, have fun.


A deep obsession had developed. Instead of swimming in the warm waters of the Caribbean with her characters, she was strapped to a table of sexual torture in a chat room. Being flogged by her new “master”. Even when Joan rested her head on her pillow, she could see the sentences from the screen flow by her closed eyes. Her body writhed on the cool sheets as she thought of the violent, erotic and passionate ways this man spoke to her through her computer. Making her feel like a little girl being scolded by her father at one moment, the next making her feel more a woman than ever before.

Joan began to look at herself differently. Looking for any sign of the sensuous beauty she thought may capture a man’s attention like her words had captured MasterD‘s. Trying to tell herself that she was pretty somewhere underneath the awkwardness. Then dispelling it as soon as the thought would purge. When MasterD started asking her for a picture it began to take her every waking thought. How, if she were to send one, he would most likely stop speaking to her all together, and this, Joan knew would break her heart.

It was not love she felt for him. She could not even bring those feeling up if she tried. Not for MasterD anyway. No, she was in love with the way he made her feel. The sexual being she had become. Feeling the deep arousal that she felt welling through her body each time she went online and saw that MasterD was there, impatiently waiting for his “little slut”. It branched out from her loins to her legs, feet, arms, neck. A fire that could not be cooled. The feeling drove her every movement and thought though out the day and night.

When one day he demanded that she send a picture or he would stop speaking to her, her hands froze over the keyboard for five long minutes. She could not let this happen! Could not lose him because of her own low self esteem. She typed to him that she would have one the next day. She promised.

MasterD1989: Seek me out when you have your picture ready for me. Until then, goodbye.

He signed off immediately when the sentence came on the screen. Almost in a panic, she got up from her computer chair and started to pace the room. Deep in thought, perplexed. Did she just send one and hope he didn’t think her repulsive? Did she not send one at all and never speak to him again?

An idea struck her hard and fast, making her run to the computer. She typed Colorado Springs beauty salons into the search engine. A hundred hits came up, and she scrolled down to find just the one she needed. She was on the phone and out the door so fast she forgot to change out of her sweats, or lock the front door. She just grabbed her purse and headed out to her Camero.

In the salon Joan trembled all over. She was out of her element. Surrounded by people, most of them women with beautiful faces and shiny, silky hair. Beginning to think her idea was not as good as she had once thought, Joan almost bolted for the door as her hairdresser, Christoph, shampooed her hair. After, seated in the chair, staring in the huge brightly lit mirror, she was struck dumb when Christoph asked her what style. He seemed amused and said, “New at this whole beautification stuff, huh? Well, then, if you’ll trust me, tell me what the occasion is and I’ll make you a radiant specimen of female loveliness.”

“Well,” she began, trying to think quickly. No way could she tell him the truth. It sounded pathetic enough to herself, let alone confessing it to a stranger, “I have a blind date.”

His voice was smooth and slightly feminine as he whispered in her ear, “That’s my specialty.”

For the next two hours, Joan was pampered. Bleached and dyed, given a facial, a manicure, a pedicure, make-up applied. The staff went all out at Christoph’s orders. When Joan again looked in the mirror when they were done, she almost did not recognize her own reflection. Her hair was a light brown with golden red highlights, short and styled in a way it looked at though she had rolled out of bed and applied hairspray. A fun, and carefree style that Joan loved. The make-up had drawn out her rather small black eyes, making them pop with life and she thought she almost saw a twinkle there. Her lips were painted a deep cream brown, and the blush had brought out the high cheekbones she had never noticed before. She thought, for the first time in her life that she looked great. The staff surrounded her and clapped after seeing her huge grin. She got up and hugged Christoph tightly, thanking him with tears in her eyes. She turned back to the mirror, and her face fell. Christoph followed her gaze and realized what was wrong. He took her hand and pulled her from the mirror, calling out to the woman behind the desk, “Cecelia! I’ll be gone for about an hour. Let Tiffany take my clients until I return!”

Christoph took her down the street to a trendy little shop full of youthful and lively clothing. He had her try on a dozen outfits until he decided on the perfect one. A white flared skirt, with a tight quilted blue and yellow tank top. He had handed her a push up bra while she had been trying on clothes, and although it made her blush purple, but there is was, under the top, and in the mirror, once again was a stranger. This woman had hips, and a bosom. She no longer was overly thin looking, but fit and slim. Joan thought she looked 5 years younger. Again Christoph got a tight hug, but this time the tears did not only well, they flowed down her face.

Arriving at home, there was a new lift in her step. Joan immediately went to her computer and began to snap pictures with her computer camera. After, she chose the best three and downloaded them, then sent them to MasterD’s email. Se was in such a hurry to please her “master” that she had not looked around. After the email was sent, she started for the kitchen to get a drink, and gasped out loud. Her home had been robbed.

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Collin sat on the sofa with her, holding her hand firmly, trying, and failing to calm his favorite author. Joan watched as the police went through her home, looking for some clue as to who may have broke in. When she first discovered it, the on duty security guard, Eli, had been there within a few minute. The police coming soon after. Eli had gone through the house to assure the intruder was already gone.

“Why did you leave your door open, Joan? What the hell were you thinking,” Collin asked, his eyes boring into her.

She hoped she wasn’t blushing, “Collin, I just forgot. It was a mistake. You’ve never made a mistake?” her eyes were pleading, but when she looked in his face, she noticed his face was soft and concerned. She had never before seen him so vulnerable. “I really messed up, huh? Glad they didn’t get my manuscript?”, she said it teasingly, but Collin’s face turned red, and he stood, looking down at her with contempt.

“I am not just about the sell, Joan. I resent that. I had thought that we were getting to be friends. I came with concern for you, not over the fucking book!”

Joan watched his storm away, regretting her little attempt at humor. He had been a friend to her. In so many ways, and she had hurt him. This day would never end.

“Miss Garner, the officers are finished here and about to leave. If you are uneasy about staying alone, I could stay for awhile and…” Eli began then put his head down, realizing what he had said. His cheeks crimson, he simply walked away.
Officer Chaims came over to her before she could thank Eli for his prompt response to her call. He was a big man, well over 6’, and wide shouldered. His boyish blonde hair and young face belayed his assertive voice as he spoke, “we are done here, Miss Garner. Is there anything else you could tell us?”

Joan shook her head, and stared into the officer’s big blue eyes, feeling her body heat rise. He was handsome and held a position of power. All at once she became aroused. This strapping man, eyes she could lose herself in. Hands that could wrap around her waist and pound her so from behind……

Officer Chaims was talking to her without her hearing a word. So lost in thought was she in her new erotic mindset that she did not hear or see the world around her. See the other officers. Her body was on fire, and as she looked into the officers eyes, he knew it. He saw what was in her mind, reading her body language and she thought for just a moment he was sending back the signals that were in complete alliance with hers.

Then it was gone as Eli came back in to hand Officer Chaims a paper, sneaking a glance at Joan. He was so sweet, Joan wished for the words to tell him how wonderful he had been, but all she could think of was talking to MasterD. Eli was sweet, shy. He was 5’10 at the most and maybe 120 lbs. Small quiet and shy.

When finally everyone was gone, she signed online, and saw her “master”, there. After the initial greetings, Joan told him about what had happened. He sounded so concerned. He then asked her for something she was not prepared for.

MasterD1989: I need to speak with you. Give me your phone number.


Before she realized she was doing it, her number was typed onto the screen. She watched him get offline and realized a new chapter had begun.