The Dark Side Of Cybering

Yeah, you know, I’ll be as anxious as y’all to see how this turns out. I thought I knew, but OOPS it twisted on me in my twisted little head.! Thanks for the reviews. Read on.

The room was dark, only her computer screen casting a sinister glow. She lay on the sofa, hips grinding into the air. MasterD’s voice came over the phone making her liquefy into the cushions. He began as if they had never got offline. No small talk, no hello how are you’s. Just dove right in to his sensuous torture of her.

“Pull down your underwear and slip your fingers into you slit,” his voice told Joan. The voice was not deep, however it commanded attention. So confident and unyielding.

Her new thong down on the carpet beneath the sofa, her long fingers slipping in and out of her pussy, rubbing hard circles over her clit, Joan moaned out loud.

“Yesss” MasterD hissed, “make your cunt nice and wet for your Master. Now listen. Listen to my voice and listen to the things I say to you. Close your eyes, and keep them closed.”

Joan did as she was told. She tightly shut her eyes, as a moan escaped from her wet lips. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her stomach tight as she rubbed her fingers over her sex.

“Good, now listen and don’t say a word.”

“Imagine that you’re in a club. But no normal dancing club. A sex club. I lead you there with your collar and leash. You are blindfold, and your hands harshly tied behind you. You follow with no resistance as I have spent countless hours in your training and discipline. You hear the soft moans, the desperate screams, the slapping together of flesh against flesh. The noises arouse you, but brings fear and apprehension to creep into your mind.

“I make you stop, and stand still. You have no idea where you are or who may be looking at you. You wiggle slightly against your restraints, then, remembering the twenty lashes you received for your last act of defiance, you still.

“From the other rooms filters in erotic music, and a woman’s voice laughing. Deep whispers were all around you, and the smell of whiskey and cigarettes nearly choke you. The breeze of someone passing close by you makes you flinch, then quickly recover as you hear the footsteps moving away from you.

“You are uncomfortable in your tiny latex skirt that does not even cover your whole ass, making what it did cover sweat in the stifling room. The corset that binds your middle is so tight, you have had to learn to breath in small, short breaths, and the latex bra that was hot and close.

“Soon I return and just stand staring at my little slut. So proud to be the one to bring you here, to this place where you will be used by whomever I chose.”

Joan was ready to cum already, her body responding to each word he spoke. This was so different than the computer. This was almost as if he were really there, whispering these things into her ear and she pleasured herself, making herself get to the point of extreme gratification, but she held back, afraid of yelling out with her orgasm and making her “master” anger.

“Walking up to me was a beautiful woman. Tall, thin, fire red hair. This woman comes to me and lays her head on my shoulder looking at you coyly. You cannot see her, but I sense from you that you feel her. You tense. Your inexperienced body unsure of the things I will force you to do. And the one that most plagues your mind is the thought of having to fuck another woman.”

At this, Joan opened her eyes. Hand stopping in mid-stroke of her clit. She had never before been with a woman. Never even thought about it. The thought was not a pleasant one, but she would not break this new connection to MasterD for anything. She feared not speaking to him again, so she planned on pretending to enjoy it. To pacify him then hoped he would speak of other things in the future.

“I lead you to a table. Make you sit on the floor beside my chair. I stroke your hair lovingly. My good little slut is obeying so very nicely tonight.

“The red haired girl comes with us. I nod to her and she kneels on the floor next to you. She takes your chin in her delicate fingers and pulls your face to hers. You comply easily, so well trained have you become and as her ruby red lips touch yours, I almost HEAR your breath catch in your throat.

“You both kiss long and deep. Her hair draped over her white shoulder, your hands slack in their bindings. Her hands grab onto your tiny corseted waist. Pulling you to her, her lips parting from yours, her lower lips trailing from your mouth over your cheek, your jaw line, your long neck. You feel her soft hair on your bare skin, her fingernails digging ever so slightly into your corset and waist. Her perfume overpowering your sense of smell, making you think of walking into a room filled with tea roses. Her breath still in your mouth so fresh, clean and inviting.

“I reach out and grab your hair, pulling you back onto the cold dirty floor. You lay there your legs spread, your body on top of your hands and arms painfully. The longer you lay the more numb your hands get, the blood not reaching the outer extremity.

“She runs her long nailed finger down your body. You lay limp not wishing to displease me, and let her touch you. She does this, her fingernail running down your bare thigh then back up, over your black thong, then quickly and graceful sliding underneath it, touching you in the most intimate of ways.

“Your mind so crazy with delight and revulsion at once. Her finger expertly rubbing your clit, tracing your labia, slipping in then out again from your hole. Her eyes glance over to me, an iniquitous grin on her face, eyes twinkling. I nodded once again and the hot slut lowered her head slow. Her lips finally reaching the thing, and she opened her mouth, taking in your pussy outside of your underwear in open wet kisses.

“Your body tensed and your back arched a little. Her hand working inside of you as she ate you through your panties. In and out her long nailed fingers plunged, as her mouth worked your clit, tickling, sucking through the satin cloth. I watch you take the pleasure, take the love of this woman making you ready to explode and I simply watch.”

Joan had forgotten her stance on being a bisexual. She was imagining it in her mind as Master had wanted, and it was making her hot. She was on the verge of cumming so hard, over something, once again, she had never dreamed would turned her on.

He must have heard her breathing change, getting faster, more severe. He knew he had driven her to the point of orgasm. He knew he had her where he wanted her.

“Little slut, take you hand from your snatch RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

The change from his seductive tone to this new commanding one made Joan’s eyes snap open, her hand stopping and not moving an inch.

“You have done well. Goodnight.”

With that he hung up the phone. Joan sat staring at the phone in her hand, unbelieving. She sat upright and her breath still ragged in her chest. She was almost angry, but guessed this was what her “master” had wanted. She smiled a little smile, and sat the phone down on the coffee table.

Outside, in the shadow of a weeping willow across the street from Joan’s home, a car sat parked. The driver had a wisp of a smile on his face. His phone coming down from his ear to rest in his lap as he grinned.

The driver put his hand on the handle of the door, ready to exit when the lights of a car flashed around the corner and slowly drove up the block, and stopped in front of Joan’s home. The driver of the other car got out. A big impressive man. Then other driver walked to the door and knocked.

The driver of the parked car let his hand fall from the handle of the door, and stared out hatefully as the policeman knocked on Joan’s door.