1 comments/ 41621 views/ 10 favorites The Chat Room By: InYourDreams "Come and look at this..." Simon came out of the study to the kitchen where she was just tidying up. "I've found this great chat room where people exchange stories about their sex lives. It's really amazing some of the things people get up to in their own homes and they are prepared to talk about it on the net. We could get some really good tips here on how to liven up our sex life darling. Come and look. Come ooon...." She was half dragged into the study where she saw a screen with text rolling up it. There was all sorts of information, how men like it, how women like it, different positions role play. She didn't like this it made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't want to be here reading this, yet the things people were talking about just seemed to fascinate her and repulse her at the same time. She sat glued unwillingly to the screen. "Here let me just tell them you're here and I'll leave you to enjoy while I go and make some coffee." He typed in: Here is my wife. She just loves to read all those dirty things you folks have been writing out there. He went out and she continued to stare at the screen. His message was greeted by a chorus of welcomes from the others in the chat room. Everyone seemed to assume she was great fun and must be good looking. All this made her feel good about herself so she just watched. She didn't dare to start typing anything herself and decided just to watch the chat of the others. They soon left her and carried on exchanging sex tips and fantasies. She asked herself what she was doing there and was about to get up when a window suddenly popped up requesting a person-to-person chat with her. She just stared at the screen. There was a simple question on it: "Dom requests a person-to-person chat with you. Do you accept?" She hesitated over the Yes button before clicking it. Who was this person who wanted to talk with her? "Hi. You must be new to chat rooms as you haven't said a thing yet. What is your name?" "Sammy. Yes I was just looking at all these messages and couldn't think of anything to write." "Don't worry. The whole point of the chat room is that it brings together people who are lonely and would like to spice up their lives. It is safe to talk about your fantasies with people whom you only meet through the chat room." "I suppose so. Simon thinks we need to spice up our sex life and thinks this will do the trick." "He is dead right. You can act out your fantasies here on line and we can all enjoy them. It doesn't matter whether they are true or not. Describe yourself to me." "Well I'm petite about 5' 4", with chestnut hair that comes down to my shoulders. I have hazel eyes and a pretty good figure for someone who is 29." "Tell me what are you wearing now?" "Nothing special. I have an angora top which is cream and a short black satin skirt. I wear heels even in the house to try and keep up with Simon!" "What about underneath those clothes?" She started to warm to this idea. Actually she wasn't wearing anything much – a baggy sweatshirt over some slacks, but she wasn't going to admit that over the internet. She started to think what she would invent for her underwear. "I am wearing a matching set of microfibre thong and bra. My bra size is 34C, so I have a good figure. The set is purple, so if I sit down in a hurry when we are out, people may see a flash of this bright colour under my skirt." "Oh, so it's a flare skirt?" "Yes." "Well you see it is quite easy really. You can build up a whole picture of yourself in a chat room and I bet you are already feeling better about yourself now." It was true. She was already in a better mood. She felt the warm glow of this flirting and the fantasies that she could create. She felt safe, but also slightly aroused at the attention. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name or anything about you?" "Here. I'll show you something else you can do in a chat room." A moment passed and a second window popped up. This time it had a moving picture of a dark man. He had jet black hair with quite heavy eyebrows and a pair of piercingly blue eyes. As he moved the picture froze and jumped to keep up with him. But he settled and hardly moved after that. He stared out at her from the screen. "Here I am. Now you can see me but I cannot see you." She stared at the figure and thought that this man was too handsome to need to go to a chat room to meet people. Perhaps the chat room was not all full of perverts who should get out more often. She suddenly heard Simon approaching and instinctively closed the p2p window. Instantly the other window closed and as he walked in there was only the scroll of chatter on the screen. A few days later, Simon went off to work and Sammy sat having her coffee. She replayed in her mind the conversation in the chat room. She wondered about this dark man and what he did during the day. She wondered why he had asked to have a p2p with her when she had said nothing in the chat room. It was quite odd. She went into the study and switched on the computer. She was not quite sure what she was doing, but logged into the chat room. It suddenly struck her that she did not know who this person was. She thought about the nickname he had used – Dom. I suppose it is short for Dominic, she thought. She sat sipping her coffee watching the fantasies paraded across her screen. She felt quite excited as she listened in to other people's lives. It was like being a fly on the wall, watching people doing the strangest things to each other and yet feeling increasingly aroused by it. She felt a warm tingle in her stomach and a slight ache between her thighs. She tried to ignore it and carried on sipping her coffee. There was one couple that were sharing a fantasy about her having an affair while her husband was out at work. She seemed totally out of control and he was dictating to her what she would do, and she did everything he asked in an effort to please him. She was getting more and more absorbed by this adventure and suddenly realised that her hand had slipped between her thighs. She was slowly rotating her finger around her clitoris in very slow sensual movements. This was not a sudden lusty craving that needed to be satisfied. This was a slow build up of tension that brought her more and more intimately into the fantasy she was reading. She saw herself as the faithless wife and imagined this stranger coming to her in the day and making her strip, binding her hands so that she had no say whatsoever in the proceedings. He came and took her. He took his pleasure and she felt the stirrings within her of that surrender, of knowing that this was illicit. The danger. The pleasure. Her hand was moving over her pussy and she started to feed one of her fingers into her slit. It was moist! She closed her eyes and dropped her head back. She smelt her own aroma as she became more aroused. Her legs spread wider in front of the computer screen giving the words these strangers wrote a clear view of her hidden crack and her fingers buried within it. She started to shudder with her orgasm as her mind circled round the images that had been painted on her screen and she found herself totally lost in someone else's fantasy. She looked up at the screen as she recovered from her ecstasy and was shocked to see the window with the dark stranger staring out of her screen again. He was staring straight up her skirt and looked as if he had witnessed her orgasm. The powerful image of him looking up her skirt as she masturbated rocked her and she felt a second orgasm leap onto her throat stopping her from breathing. She stared at him and felt her crack suddenly become damp. She was so excited, yet safe in her own home. She told herself that she shouldn't worry. He couldn't really see her. Yet that thought angered her and she realised that she did want him to see her. "Hi Sammy. Are you enjoying this story. I saw you had called by." He had said. She reached forward to the keyboard: "How do you manage to put those windows on the screen?" "You need a small camera that you plug into your PC and the chat room will allow you to send images to another person." "I want to get one so that you can see me too." "I'll arrange it for you." It was a few days later that the parcel arrived. Fortunately Simon had already gone off to work and as she unpacked it in the study she found her hands were shaking. She was excited and frightened at the same time. She could not quite figure out what she was doing, but needed to do this. The sexual charge she felt was too great to ignore. This guy had sent her lots of instructions and it did not take too long before she had it working. She logged into the chat room and there was Dom. She requested the p2p chat and he accepted. "Well. Did you get the camera OK?" "Yes its all working. Tell me how to send you video." He explained and in no time the video connection was established. "You look great. I see you're wearing that angora top. Stand up. I want to see the skirt and heels." She stood up and swirled around in her own study. The flare skirt flew up to reveal her purple panties. She could not believe that she had rushed out to buy these things just to match her fantasy. Every time she felt panic rise inside her, she told herself that she was just alone in her study and she could do anything here. "You are mouth watering. I would love to bury my face in those panties and smell you through that material. Sit down and take your top off. I want to see the bar too." She felt liberated as the angora top passed over her head. The feel of the soft material rising up over her stomach made her feel sexy and she had to please this man who had shown so much interest in her. She sat now in front of the screen with just her bra on. It was a push up bra that gave her a good cleavage and she could feel his powerful eyes fixate upon that cleavage. She was so excited, yet she was so safe. "Take your bra off and cup your breasts with your hands. I want you to offer me your nipples one at a time by pointing them towards the camera." She complied. "Stick your finger in your mouth and make it wet then circle it around your nipple. I want to see it when it is erect and moist as if I had just taken my lips away from kissing them." She complied. As she circled her finger around her nipple she imagined his kiss. She felt the pull as he sucked on it and the moist flick of his tongue. Her excitement mounted and her other hand made that slow descent to relieve the mounting pressure once again nagging between her thighs. "You are too urgent. Leave your crotch alone. It is mine. I will tell you when to deal with it." Her hand jumped away as if he had just smacked it. She sat there motionless waiting for what he would say next. "I want you to go and get some baby oil and then stand back so I can see all of you. I want you to rub the oil, massaging it into your breasts and as you do so, I want you to dance for me." She ran off to get the oil and then stood in front of her computer and started to gyrate. She had the radio on with music and she loved to dance. She was always a bit provocative at the disco and she had attracted much attention among the boys when they went to the nightclub. She felt her warm touch as she massaged her breasts and closed her eyes to imagine they were his hands. "Sway your hips. I want to see that skirt flare up." She danced more energetically and rubbed her breasts with increasing vigour. They were becoming more and more red as the blood circulated and her arousal grew. Her skirt flared up and she revealed glimpses of her panties to her monitor. "Go and get a fan heater. Put it on the floor between your legs so that the hot air will blow your skirt up as you dance back and forth." The caress of the hot air on her pussy and her hands warming her breasts gave her a warm glow of arousal and she just wanted this man. She wanted him now, inside her. She wanted to feel the weight of his body pressing down on her and the urgency of his penis trying to find her depths. "That is fantastic. Now come over a sit down close to the camera. I want you to show me your breasts. Bring them close to the camera. I want to see the oil and sweat glistening on them and I want a close up of those erect nipples." As she complied she felt the throb in her abdomen as the insistent nagging in her cunt and the thoughts of this cyber affair whirled round in her head. "They are just great. I want you now to put the camera down between your legs and remove your panties. Show me your cunt, I want to see how wet it is." She lowered the camera under her skirt and he could see how damp her thin panties had become. She had to tug at them to get them off and her pussy glistened with the moisture that had seeped down. She straddled the camera and with her fingers pulled back her lips so he could see right up inside her. Just the image of what she was doing caused her to orgasm and she felt the liquid flow from her. And he could see just what an effect he had had upon her. "OK. I see you are ready. Start slowly. Use your moisture to cover your clitoris. I want you to draw it out for me and I want to see you stimulate it. Imagine it is my fingers and that you are my slave." She imagined the fantasy and brought herself to several orgasms in quick succession. What was it about this cyber relationship that made it so exciting? She felt so safe yet so lewd. She could enact her fantasies and have someone there, yet they weren't there. No complications, only sheer pleasure. "That was great Sammy. I got a lot of pictures from that which I am going to post on my web site." Shock. No you cant do that. This is just for the privacy of my own study. "Don't worry. I wont say who it is and you needn't know where the web site is, so you will not need to see it. There are many people out there who would love to do those things to you. Let them have their fantasy too." It sounded so reasonable. It was still anonymous and she could contribute to this community which had opened her eyes to such pleasure. "I am going to send some more things to you for next time." It did not take long before the next parcel arrived. Inside there were some sex toys. There was a collection of dildos and some nipple clamps and there were some chains with odd padlocks that had timer dials on them. There was a computer card and a box with several outlets on it. Inside the box was a short message which read: When you get this log into the chat room and I will explain how to set it all up. Making all the connections by instruction from a p2p window was slow, but she opened up the PC and inserted the card. She connected it to the multiple outlet box and plugged in the sex toys to the box. She was now sitting in front of the screen naked with the camera like a beady eye staring unblinkingly at her. She felt a little unnerved by this. It suddenly seemed to be gazing at her so dispassionately. It should be moved by the sight of her naked body, yet it just stared at her. "I want you to rub the oil into your breasts again and make your nipples stand proud, then I want you to connect each nipple clamp to them. Don't worry, they don't hurt too much and will not draw blood." Her nipples were now connected to her PC. She had installed some software, but had no idea what it did. "Now I want you to masturbate in front of the camera. Do it, and I want to see ecstasy on your face." Her hand slowly, involuntarily, made its way down her abdomen to that hidden bud. She opened her legs wider to accommodate her hand between them, and as she did so she felt an inner prostration in front of this God like camera and monitor that dictated its demands upon her. She felt her abandonment of self as her fingers encountered her wetness and she came to realise that this denial of responsibility made her free. Free to experience the ecstasy, free to be manipulated to pleasure. She threw her head back to escape the persistent stare of the monitor as her finger slid through the moist juices of her crack, circling up around her clitoris then down to its base. She felt her inner lips open as if by some magic incantation and she felt the stare of the camera rise up inside her. Sweeping into her very depths and her very soul. Her fingers slipped inside so easily as she imagined it as the camera lens entering her. The insistent probing that demanded entrance and to which she could deny nothing. She felt a buzz on her nipples and realised that the clamps were discharging some electric current into her that aroused her. She could feel this man manipulating her nipples and yet she was safe in her own home. Her fingers slid in and out more persistently. She had three fingers in her cunt now. She had never been so open before, yet she wanted to feel her whole fist inside her. She wanted to be more open so that he could see right inside her love channel. Her hips started to rock back and forth and she started to moan her pleasure as the buzz in her nipples became more persistent. She could not take her mind off her breasts and felt a wave of excitement tingle through her. There was a sharp pulse went through her nipples and she jerked and looked up. She saw on the monitor the words. "You are not to reach orgasm. This is for my benefit, not yours. Now put the dildo up your cunt." She just stared at the words. She felt unable to move. Up until now she was being selfish. She was taking the pleasure and he just watched. What did he mean this was for his benefit? "Come on come on. I want you to insert the dildo slowly all the way up your cunt and take the camera down and hold it next to the dildo. I want to see your juices dribble over it. I want you to spread your legs wide so that I can get a clear shot of the base of your triangle being slowly penetrated by the dildo." She complied with all these demands as if in a trance. She wondered what it meant, but as the dildo started its journey into her the stretching of her entrance silenced all thoughts and she became frozen with the thoughts of the penetration and the camera she voluntarily held for the world to watch her. Once half way in she pulled it back out so that the camera could witness how slick it was and how easily it could slide in and out of her. As the dildo penetrated her again, she felt that her body was becoming complete rather than being invaded. "That was great. OK, put the camera back on the monitor and I want you to wrap the chains around your wrists and ankles securing them to the arms and legs of your chair. Each chain has a timer lock on it. I want you to seal those locks, setting the timer to 1 hour." She complied. She was now chained to the chair and suddenly realised that she had no control any more. Up until this time she could have refused to move the camera in for close ups or apply the nipple clamps. Or was she? Anyway, now she could not move and was forced to sit naked in front of the monitor with a dildo up her sopping cunt and nipple clamps on her breasts. The dildo started to spring to life as her nipples continued to be massaged with electricity. He had complete control over her now. The dildo brought her to many orgasms during that hour. She twisted and pulled at her bindings as her body was wracked by pleasure and it was all in full view of some stranger, she had not the least ideas where. She tried to suck the dildo further up her cunt as she abandoned herself to pure pleasure free from responsibility. The next parcel that arrived contained a large rubber hood that completely fitted over her head. It had electrical attachments that she could plug into the box connected to her PC, and inside the hood was a large penis shaped gag. It strapped around her neck with another timer lock. She sat there naked before the monitor, naked and adorned with the clamps and dildo, but this time with her hood on. She found inside the hood were monitors for each eye. On the monitor it said: The Chat Room Note from the Authoress - For those of you who have read my work before this is a departure from my normal style, a bit of light relief some might say. Believe it or not this story has been an idea that has been kicking around in my head for over a year and what follows is entirely fictional and I just wanted to see if it worked. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated though please make it constructive as pretty worried about this one. The story is dialogue of two people who meet in a chat room and what happens from there. * * * * * Linda sat down at the computer bored with her life, bored with her husband and very, very bored with their sex life. Her husband, Harold, was a nice enough man, an accountant by profession who treated her well but she felt the spark had long gone out of their marriage. If she was lucky it was once a week with the lights off followed by a quick peck on the cheek goodnight. They were comfortably off and had a nice house but Linda was still bored witless most evenings. When Harold had left the firm he worked for and set up on his own he explained to Linda that he would have to work long hours in the office. Linda snorted at the word 'office' converted garage was more accurate. The only plus point she found was that as Harold had installed cable for his own computer he ran an extension through to the bedroom so that Linda could 'enjoy the wonders and education of the internet' as he so primly put it. Deciding to be a devil she went on line and typed in 'sex'. Thousands of different sites appeared and Linda began to browse through the different sex sites looking at models in various different poses and some very explicit sexual positions. Linda could feel her pussy getting wet and was tempted to touch herself there but resisted. She was just about to log off when a banner caught her eye, "Sex chat 24/7, No Holds Barred". She laughed to herself and nearly disconnected when she thought "what the hell!" as she changed her mind. The software automatically loaded and she found herself staring at a blinking box demanding she enter her log-on name. She toyed with various combinations and silly names before settling on 'Curious_Woman' and with that she logged on and looking through the room list decided on "Gang-Bang Sluts" BigDaddy - Hi Curious, ASL? Jimbob - You here for a good time sexy? Curious Woman - hello big daddy Curious Woman - hello jim bob Curious Woman - what does asl mean? Big Daddy - ASL - Age Sex Location Big Daddy - Do you want to suck my big 9" cock????? Linda clicked off quickly her heart racing thinking that maybe she wouldn't be able to cope with this. Breathing deeply she tried again but this time picking what she hoped was more sedate room called "Looking for Love" and this time logged on as 'Lonely Angel' Dashing Dave - Hi Angel, welcome Lonely Angel - Hi Dave thank you very much Dashing Dave - YVW Lonely Angel - what? Dashing Dave - YVW - you are very welcome Lonely Angel - in that case YVW as well Dashing Dave - LOL (that's laughs out loud) Dashing Dave - What brings someone as lovely as you here......... Over the next few weeks Linda became addicted to chat rooms spending many hours just watching the words scroll across the screen. Linda was shocked at some of the subjects discussed but always felt a little thrill when someone started coming onto her. As time went on she changed her name many times, some normal such as 'Sexy Angel' and some raunchier such as 'Sally Slut'. Linda always kept an ear out for her husband to start moving around downstairs, locking up before he came to bed. Before he joined her Linda had always managed to close her computer down and was curled up on her side of the bed feigning sleep. On day while Harold was working downstairs Linda went online and scrolled though the list of room names in her favourite site, when she came across one that was curiously entitled 'the haven'. Remembering the thrill she always got when using the name 'sally slut' and how men would describe in graphic detail what they would do to her Linda decided to use that name. To her surprise many of the names had initials after them and watching the conversation develop it became obvious that many were online couples. Linda watched as she learnt about the D/s lifestyle and was impressed with the respect that they showed for each other despite the almost cruel but highly sexual deeds being described. 'The Haven' soon became Linda's favourite room and she loved the way she was accepted into the community. From her watching Linda had decided she was sub and the thought of being bound or whipped before being sexually ravaged sent chills running through her body. Despite the many offers of cyber Linda had never accepted being to shy even with the security and anonymity of her computer and also more than a passing concern that Harold would catch her. One day whilst in discussion with the room about the lifestyle and what it meant to people a new name entered the room. It was simply 'Robert' no title, no initials after simply Robert. As Linda watched many of the room greeted Robert in a way that he was obviously a regular to the room. Linda added her own greetings in a respectful way and sat back to watch things develop. It became clear that many of the subs had enjoyed Roberts's attentions by the way they continually made implied and in some case very open sexual advances. Robert impressed Linda as he was kind but firm in his words, never insulting or mean but at the same time conveying his masterful presence. Linda was half watching and half picturing Robert in her mind. She saw him as a tall rugged outdoorsman with curly black hair and a firm chest. Lower down he would be...at this point her thoughts were interrupted with a pop private box. Robert - Greetings sally, I don't think I have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance, you seem very quiet in the room, not shy I trust sally - tY very much Sir for speaking to this girl, this girl trusts Sir is well. Robert - There is no need to be so formal little one but I am pleased you have shown proper respect. For the rest of the evening Linda chatted with Robert on and off in private whilst he also carried on conversations in the main room. She told Robert of her frustration in life and how she didn't relate to her husband anymore, how she was very worried he might found out, she even told him about her sex life or lack of it. At no time did Robert appear to judge, just probed gently to get her to reveal more about herself. Then he wrote Robert - Well the time is fast approaching when I must bid A/all take care and be well. I am sure your name isn't really sally slut but I won't ask you to reveal anymore. What I would say is that I very much like your company and would love to chat again. Linda sat breathless staring at the screen and before she could string together a reply Robert had bid his farewells and left. The next night while Harold worked Linda raced to log on as Sally Slut and rushed to 'The Haven'. Robert was already there and almost as soon as she arrived a private box opened. Robert - welcome My love sally - greetings Sir this girl is pleased to see You. Robert - formality yet again I see sally - sorry Sir Robert - Don't worry about it, how are you today My little one? sally - i am well Sir and tY for asking. How is Sir? Robert - Very busy at the moment and My bloody frigid wife isn't helping Me relax at all. Linda paused for a moment before replying. This was the first time Robert had mentioned a wife and the words were a bit of blow. At the same time she noticed that he obviously wasn't happy with her and maybe there would be a chance. sally - i am sorry to hear that Sir, may this girl be off assistance? Robert - what do you like sexually sally? sally - i am not really very experienced sexually Sir, but i would be willing to try anything Sir would suggest. Robert then went on to describe in graphic detail how he would lead sally into the bedroom blindfolded and lay her on the bed face down. How he would take his flogger and gently at first spank her ass before increasing the intensity of the strokes until her ass was red. Then he would turn her over and spread her legs revealing her pussy. Then he would lick from her ankle to the very top of her thigh before plunging his tongue deep into her pussy. He would tease her clit until she was begging for release, then just before she came he would stop and pull her to her knees. Then he would force his cock into her mouth and she would suck like the eager slut she was. At the word 'slut' Linda felt her whole body shiver and typing words of encouragement Robert continued. Then he described how once sally had sucked him to full hardness he would hold her ankles wide before driving his cock into her willing body. He went on to say how after slowly pistoning in and out her he would turn her over onto all fours. Re entering her with force he would remove the blindfold so she could see that in the bedroom were 4 men and 2 women all watching her being fucked. He told her how when he had finished each one of them would be taking their turn. By now Linda's mouth was dry, unlike her pussy, which was soaked, and she could do no more than type random letters on the screen. Robert then went on about how, when he was fucking her hard, he would push a finger into her willing ass before coating another with gel and pushing two in. Then once he had relaxed her ass sufficiently he would remove his cock from her pussy and drive it slowly deep into her ass. Then holding her hair he would pump until he filled her slut ass with his cum. Linda was beside herself now as she squirmed on the seat reading and re-reading the words that excited her so much. The flow of words from Robert slowed until he typed. Robert - did you cum as well slut? sally - i am very excited Sir but I haven't cum. Robert - Why not? wasn't it any good? didn't you play with yourself? sally - i have never done that Sir For a while the screen stayed static, and Linda could feel her face redden as no doubt somewhere in the world Robert was laughing at her. Linda could feel the tears of humiliation start to sting her eyes when the words appeared. Robert - you poor thing. I didn't realise I am so sorry. I shouldn't have just assumed. W/we must rectify things. Robert - will you be on tomorrow? sally - yes Sir Robert - then tomorrow I will make sure that you come big time. Do you own any toys? sally - no sir Robert - Then by tomorrow I want you to make sure you have a vibrator and 2 clothes pegs. sally - why the pegs Sir? Robert - NEVER question Me, just do it. Robert - and another thing, are you shaved? sally - shaved Sir? Robert - your pussy, is it shaved? sally - no Sir Robert - Make sure it is by tomorrow When they finally parted Linda found herself very flushed and hot and by the time Harold came upstairs Linda was in the shower. As Harold got ready for bed Linda took her lady shave and after clipping her hair short began to remove the last of the stubble. Hearing the noise Harold shouted "what are you doing dear?" to which Linda replied through the bathroom door, "just my legs, will be out in a minute." Harold expressed his surprise at Linda showering that late at night but she explained that the room was so stuffy and the weather was very close. As they settled into bed Linda felt Harold's arm touch her lightly on her side and Linda couldn't help saying "not tonight dear I have a headache." Harold rolled away from Linda, and she could hear his obvious disappointment by the huff he made before settling down to sleep. The next evening Linda almost rushed Harold into his office, so eager she was to see Robert. Harold didn't seem to mind as he muttered "might be late tonight dear, end of tax year and all that". Hardly hearing him Linda went upstairs. Before logging on Linda removed all her clothing and laid out the pegs and the vibrator she had bought that day. Tonight Robert was more masterful in his tone almost from the start. Robert - So is little sally really an eager slut then? sally - yes Sir, your eager slut Sir. Robert - You must do exactly what I say Robert -What are you wearing? sally - i am naked Sir. Robert - yes My slut is very eager Robert - are your nipples hard slut? sally - yes Sir Robert - Then attach a peg to each nipple Linda carefully attached a peg to each of her rock hard nipples, marvelling at the sensation that ran through her. sally - they are attached Sir Robert - gently pull them Robert - feels good doesn't it slut sally - uuuuhhuhhh Robert - I trust you are shaved slut sally - yes sir Robert - Is your pussy wet slut? sally - Yes sir Robert - Touch your pussy lips very lightly. Robert - Imagine it was My fingers playing along there. Robert - Gently slip a finger in imagining it was my tongue entering your body Robert – bring your finger to your mouth and taste yourself Linda paused for a brief moment before bring her musky finger to her mouth. Licking cautiously at first she tasted herself for the first time and liking the taste sucked her finger dry. Robert – taste good? sally – yes sir Robert – Touch your clit lightly, just roll your finger tip across it sally – uuuuuu Robert - Now push two fingers deep and feel inside your pussy Sally – yyyyy Robert – Do you have the vibrator? sally – yessir Robert – Turn it on and play it gently across your clit but DO NOT put it in sally – yyyes siir As Linda teased herself with the vibrator she found her self wanting more and more desperately to push it into herself. sally – pleasse sirr Robert – What do you want slut sally – i want to doit sior Robert - Do what slut?........ say it sally – with the toyyy sir Robert – SAY IT sally – i want to fuck myself with this vibrator sir wishing it was sirs cock Robert – Drive it deep slut, work the vibrator in and out, and imagine it was my steel hard cock fucking your slutty body. Linda drove the vibrator deep into her aching pussy. As Robert typed words of encouragement on the screen Linda moved so her feet were up on the desk and holding her lips apart she plunged the vibrator in and out. A feeling Linda hadn't felt in many years started to build inside of her body. Like a fire burning deep inside her tummy suddenly she felt the liquid fire explode outwards as a massive orgasm burst through her. sally – ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Robert – Don't stop sally, keep going fuck your self harder and deeper. Linda needed no more willing as she let herself go revelling at the sensations that flashed through her body and through her mind. Sally – oh tY tY tY Sir that was wonderful Robert I am pleased My slut enjoyed Robert - tomorrow buy some gel and we will see about forcing that vibrator deep into your virgin ass. Robert – Kisses My little slut be well With that Robert bade the room farewell and logged off leaving Linda breathlessly staring at the screen. She came back into the real world as she heard Harold moving around downstairs. Forcing her brain back into reality she quickly shut down the pc and slipped into her side of the bed with the light off when Harold joined her. "Night dear" said Harold quietly; "uhhhhhuhhhhhh" Linda mumbled feigning that she was half asleep. As Harold clicked off his light Linda lay in the darkness picturing Robert in her mind. When she was sure Harold was asleep Linda rolled gently onto her back and began to stroke herself as Robert had instructed her earlier. Soon she felt her fingers start their steady strumming and reaching down with her other hand she pushed two fingers deep into herself. Linda tried to keep the rest of her body still as her second huge orgasm of the night rushed through her causing her to moan. "Night sally" Harold murmured three quarters asleep, "Night Robert Sir" Linda gasped as she sank back onto the bed. Both of them stiffened in bed as the reality of what the other had said hit home in their brains. Both Linda and Harold sat bolt upright in bed and switched their lights on at the same time. For a moment they just stared at each other before Harold stammered, "You're sally?" Linda stared as she nodded meekly and whispered "and you are Robert?" The pair kissed with a passion that neither had felt for many years and together they kicked off the covers feasting on each other's bodies like they had never seen them before. "We have so much to explore and discover," Linda murmured as she started to make love the real man of her dreams. The Chat Room Caitlin I first set eyes on Ron on the day that I started my job. He's gorgeous I told myself. My mind immediately painted an image of all his physical features; the square face, the full lips, the dark brown hair parted on the side and ideal body weight. I'll bet he keeps himself in shape I told myself. I wanted to know more about him. How old is he? Is he single? Does he play an instrument? Is he into sports? Where does he live? Seeking to learn all I could, I walked over to the table in the cafeteria where he was sitting. "Do you mind if I join you?" "Not at all," he replied. Looking at his hands I made a mental note of his lack of a wedding band. He's single but I shouldn't be too forward. "How do you like working here?" "It's ok," I said, "everyone I've met seems nice." "Are you going to college?" "I have an associates in business." I had taken the bookkeeping job, an occupation commensurate with my level of education. In the back of my mind I already knew how to proceed in a relationship. I'll tell him on our first date. It would be better than burning with passion for weeks then being hurt. For now I'll become better acquainted. "How was your weekend?" "I was wind surfing Saturday. Kalmus Beach is great for that." "I've never tried that." "It's a lot of fun. I've been doing it for ten years." "I'll bet," I said. "I spend a lot of time on Cape. My parents live there near that beach." I did other things. "I love to ride my bike." "What make is it?" I guessed that he was expecting me to reply "Honda" or "Kawasaki". "It's a peddle bike. I love it as a form of exercise while I'm sight seeing. I ride the bike trail that starts in Lexington." "Are you from there?" "Yes," I replied. The expensive apartment was shared with a roomie. Dani had been with me now for five years since I left my parent's home. Two Dell laptop computers shared an internet connection. Shortly after diner that evening I logged into my favorite chat, a TG support room. A few girls were logged in to it. Others entered one at a time over the next several minutes. It was a room where we could talk about our day, about our transgender issues and concerns, and sometimes even indulge a fantasy. A few guys were regulars in the room. Genoa logged in that evening after I had been there for ten minutes. For the past two months we had been engaging in private and main room chats. I knew everything about him except his true identity. His screen name "Genoa" suggested Italian male. That suggested someone who likes fast cars, spaghetti, and has dark, handsome features. Kassey (Dani) and I both wondered how much of what he had said in the room was true. I would soon find out. "Can we meet?" "Sure," I said. "Does the Lexington Common sound okay?" "That's fine." A slight breeze came up blowing from the west as I stood in front of the minute man statue next to my bicycle ready to ride. Hopefully this time there would be company. Genoa from the chat room had spoken of cycling. He had done a lot of it when he was younger. Moments later Genoa's true identity came as a big surprise. It was Ron Genovese from the office who came walking toward me! "Hello Caitlin," he said staring. I nodded. "This is between us. I don't tell a lot of people that I'm a T girl." "Your secret is safe with me. Let's ride." A mile down the bike trail we climbed off our bikes and came face to face. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. He caressed my body down the length of my torso to my buttocks. His lips touched my neck. One kiss was followed by another, then a third. Our lips touched again. As if outside my control my lips pressed against his harder. The first moments of a new romantic relationship excited me. Warm sunshine, flowers in bloom, blossoms on the trees, birds singing, all things that I liked were enhanced. My bedroom, until now, had been the place where I retreated to indulge my fantasies. Virtual sex with Genoa was a frequent occurrence. He closed my bedroom door softly behind us leaving my room mate by herself in front of the television. At last we could make love. Throwing our arms around each other at the shoulders we pressed our lips together. The kiss quickly went open mouthed. Ron slid his hands slowly down my upper body and raised my tunic up almost to brassiere level. His warm hands on my bare skin felt good. In another few seconds my bra unfastened and slipped to my feet. His hands cupped around my boobs rubbing gently. Virtual sex became real at last. Lying on the bed with my knees pulled back as far as joints and muscles allowed beckoned his sex. Ron's huge, throbbing cock pushed deep into my hole stretching it and making it tingle. Intense pleasure mitigated the pain. The seconds passed quickly. While he hammered me, smacking his pelvis repeatedly against my buttocks, I stroked my small penis. "That was awesome." He nodded. Placing a hand on my sex, he tugged at it. "Baby don't cut your dick off because I like it." "I'm living a woman's life. That's all I care about. That and you being here." The Chat Room Friend I used to be a member of AOL until a few weeks ago. This story is a bit odd in the sense that it will be told in a "chat room" format. I copied and pasted the whole conversation into a Word document so I could present it here. Let me know what you think of it. Here the story behind it first: I met this guy in an Exhibitionist chat room on AOL. We chatted on and off for a few weeks. We swapped each other's photos, but I was sure he didn't look like he did in the photo he sent me because that one looked way too good. He was sporting at least 12 inches as well, and in my experience that's quite a rarity. I had sent him a photo of me but I used Photoshop to hide my face and some of the incriminating background, just in case he knew me in real life. He was a local man who lived in my area (Newport Beach, CA), so I figured you can never be too sure. Of course that whole idea went out the window later, but I get ahead of myself. After swapping photos and chatting for several weeks the conversations started to go downhill so after thinking about it a long time I decided to turn up the heat a couple of notches. I asked him if he wanted to play games. He eagerly agreed of course, which was what I'd expected. I didn't want to meet so I asked him if he wanted to spy on me having sex once. Now, I don't recommend this to anyone because it's a stupid thing to do, but at the time I hadn't considered the dangerous side of this. I told him where I'd be the next night and asked if he wanted to be there to watch. He quickly said "YES", and so we set a date. I chose a local high school's back parking lot because of all the bushes I'd noticed there on previous sexual car thirsts with my hubby. That night I told hubby that I was feeling very frisky and that I was in the mood for some public loving. My hubby is always up for sex and indulges all my wants, so we showered and went out. I drove us to the back of the school mentioned before and turned off the lights. I opened the two front windows under the pretense that I didn't want to fog them up. I hadn't bothered to let hubby in on my secret because I was sure he'd try to talk me out of it or he'd be paranoid all evening. I wore a black mini-dress with nothing beneath and black high heels. I had parked about 4 feet from the bushes where I knew my chat room friend was and I discreetly looked out the window trying to see if he was there, without arousing hubby's suspicions. Of course I was going to have great sex even if he had decided not to show up. Lucky for me he was there, watching even if I couldn't see him, and he recounted the whole affair for me the next night in the following chat room conversation (my screen name was "Denali" and his was/is "Joeby05"): Denali: hey there joe, what's up? Joeby05: hi babe, not much, you? Denali: trying to stay awake Joeby05: I hope you make it Denali: I'm sure I will. I didn't see u last night. Did u go? Joeby05: yeah I was there Denali: well? Joeby05: well what? Denali: don't be a dick, did u enjoy yourself? Joeby05: oh yeah, I sure did. Good show ;-) Denali: I did a lot of things just for your benefit. Joeby05: Like what? Denali: I'll tell u after u tell me what u saw Joeby05: K Joeby05: U there? Denali: sorry, I had to go to the little girls' room Joeby05: oh Joeby05: I got there but I couldn't figure out where to put the car, so I had to park it on a street and walk back. I was worried you'd already be there and I wouldn't be able to get into my hiding spot, but you weren't. Denali: aha, go on Joeby05: Anyway, I got into my hiding spot just in time cuz about 3 minutes later you pulled in. Nice car by the way... Denali: thx Joeby05: welcome Joeby05: I saw you pull into the parking spot and I thought "what a bitch, she parked too far." But then you moved the car closer and it was perfect. Denali: Yeah I know. I parked it and thought "I'm way too far, so I came up with an excuse about hiding one side of the car against the bushes in case anyone sneaks up on us. lol Joeby05: cool Joeby05: Anyway, you switched seats with your husband and got in the passenger seat and opened your windows. It was a perfect spot because the only light along that side of the building was a few feet away and I could see you perfectly in the car. Denali: yum Joeby05: you got up on your seat on your knees then bent down and started to give your husband a blowjob. That was so cool. I could see your head bobbing up and down on his cock. I saw him reach behind you and pull up your skirt (nice outfit, by the way) and start massaging your ass. I could see your pussy and I got to see it even better since your husband was pulling your pussy lips apart with his fingers. Denali: did you like that? Joeby05: oh yeah Denali: I did something for you right then.. did you notice that? Joeby05: I think so.. you pushed your ass almost out the window? Denali: yeah... I wasn't sure that you could see me so I stuck my ass out the window and rested my pussy on the window sill. Did u get a good view? Joeby05: Yeah, and I went one better. I snuck up so close that I could smell the soap on your pussy. I was tempted to give it a lick but I was worried that you'd jump and give up the ghost. I a lover, not a fighter...lol Denali: yeah, that probably WOULD have freaked me out Joeby05: I figured as much. Anyway, I heard your husband when he said to make room for him so I snuck back to my place just as his heat popped up between your legs and started to pleasure you. What a lucky bastard. Denali: lol Joeby05: I kinda wish he had caught me.. maybe he would have given me some... lol Denali: lol Joeby05: unfortunately I had to contend myself with my girlfriend, the right hand. Denali: too funny Joeby05: I had to be very gentle and quiet because I was so close I could hear your breathing, and I'm sure you could have heard mine if you tried. Denali: did u come? Joeby05: later when he was fucking you. Denali: yeah, that was a job and a half Joeby05: how so? Denali: it was a little cramped Joeby05: I see Denali: that's why we opened the door. It wasn't so you could see me better...lol Joeby05: oh? Denali: no, it was so that my other leg would have somewhere to go...lol Joeby05: silly me Denali: my head kept hitting the roof of the car still Joeby05: if it had been me fucking you, your head would have gone THROUGH the roof...lol Denali: due to your famous 12 incher I suppose? Joeby05: yup! Denali: aha, what else did u see John Holmes? Joeby05: yeah baby! I finally saw your tits when he took your dress off you as you were sitting on him, and I saw you putting his cock in you. Denali: did you enjoy seeing my tits bouncing up and down? Joeby05: oh yeah Denali: what else? Joeby05: I noticed that he only lasted a few minutes before coming.... I could have fucked you for hours babe. Denali: Hours ha? Without coming? Why are you "neutered"? lol Joeby05: Ha...Ha! Denali: well, u left yourself wide open Joeby05: so did you...lol Denali: touché!! Joeby05: I guess you weren't lying when you said you let him come in your mouth, ha? You took it all it like a good girl. Denali: That was the other thing I did for your benefit. I knew it would make you horny as hell. Did you enjoy it? Joeby05: hell yes Denali: cool, maybe if you're a good boy I'll invite you again sometime Joeby05: I'm thinking about setting up a tent in those bushes and move there. Denali: lol We talked a while longer that night about other things, but I never did give him the chance to see another performance because I went away from AOL. The Chat Room Friend I was as nervous as a whore in church. What had I gotten myself into? It started innocent enough. Wasting time between appointments and tiring of the same old porn sites I frequented, I casually clicked on an adult chat link. It was confusing and I stumbled around until I learned the knack, then found myself enjoying the banter. It seemed like the only person responding to my comments and questions was a person called Curious. I found it necessary to cut the session short to meet my appointment, but I told Curious that I would return in about two hours and would like to continue our conversation. Before leaving the site, however, I checked the profile on Curious and learned she was 21 years old with interests in voyeurism and exhibitionism. She was single and resided in Minnesota. I was anxious to return to the chat. You see, I don't really enjoy personal interactions. I spend ten to twelve hours a day interacting with people and playing the roll as salesman. On my own time I am somewhat of a loner. Complicated relationships are depressing and too much work. When I want sex, it is much easier to go to the internet and masturbate, or when I tire of the self abuse, I pick up a common street walker. The nice thing about a whore is that her only aim is to please you, and as fast as she can. That works for me. When I got back to the chat room, Curious was there and we picked up just like there had been no interruptions. As the chat became more intimate, we had a variety of geeks adding their comments. That's when Curious suggested a private room. With a few instructions from her, we were soon communicating more privately. This went on for almost two weeks. Curious and I were getting to know each other quite well. We never talked much about what was going on in our lives, but rather, about the things we liked and disliked. We shared fantasies and desires and on more than one occasion I would masturbate while we were on line. When I finally got the nerve to tell her that I frequently jacked off when we shared fantasies, she surprised me by admitting that she did the same. We soon graduated to giving blow-by-blow descriptions while we were in the process of masturbation. These communications had become the most exciting and erotic thing I had ever done. One day, as Curious was vividly describing how her pussy was wet to the touch, she said she wished I were there to see it. Knowing that that wasn't really possible, I half-heartedly suggested that she should send me a picture. That's when we quit talking in the chat room and shared our private e-mail addresses. I slept in one Saturday morning, not having to go to work, and when I awoke my computer was flashing a message. I knew it would be Curious, but I wasn't expecting what appeared when I opened the message. No text, only a very close up picture of a widely spread, dripping pussy hole. Her clit was visible and swollen at the top of the frame, while her inner lips, wet and matted against the fleshy part of her pussy, extended beyond the edge of the picture. At the bottom of the picture her dark pink pussy hole oozed a thick droplet of fluid. The picture had been taken just before the droplet had separated and dripped away. I imagined the position she was in when she took the self- portrait, probably sitting on the very edge of a chair with her pussy hanging over and holding the digital camera ready for just the right moment. Over the next 3 months we exchanged a variety of photos, but never of anything but our genitals, and in her case, only extreme close-ups. An occasional finger in her pussy and even a carrot once, but never a larger view. Many times I wished I could "zoom out" and get a better overall perspective, but Curious never responded to those requests. It wasn't long before the electronic relationship started to wane. The pictures became redundant and the descriptions more mundane. I was beginning to think it was time to move on. One night I mentioned that I would be visiting her fair state for a convention. I didn't think it unusual that she would ask for some details. I told her that it would be held at the Hyatt in St. Paul and that I would be there for three days. There was a long pause before she came back on and asked if I thought it was a good idea to finally meet. I was speechless. This was a woman with whom I had an intimate, although detached, relationship. This was a woman with whom I had shared the most secret of desires. But most alarming, this was a woman who's face I had never seen. In fact I had never seen any part of her body except her extreme pussy. Was she really 65 years old and fat and ugly? After all, nobody ever misled you over the internet. Granted it was shallow and chauvinistic to consider such things, but wasn't our only link a quasi-physical one? On the other hand, I was ready to end it anyway. Finally seeing her might be the clincher. We agreed that she would call me at the hotel on the second night and we would finalize the plans. She was very illusive and would not give me a phone number or tell me from where she was traveling, if she was, indeed, traveling. The closer it got to convention time, the more I got cold feet. Several times I reminded her that this meeting might be the end of us. Her only response was, "If it ends, it ends." The first night at the hotel I lay awake, wondering why I had put myself in this position. I finally convinced myself that it really didn't matter. The best that could happen was that I would get laid, and the worst was I would run her off and go find a hooker for the night. At nine o'clock the next night I was still sitting in my studio room. I had moved back and forth from the bedroom to the sitting room several times, never getting comfortable. Finally the phone rang. "Curious?" I answered. A sweet, soft voice responded, "Yes. Are you ready to go thru with this?" "I guess so," I stuttered, "I'll meet you at the elevator." In a panic I smoothed out the bed and tidied up, then jogged to the elevator foyer. It seemed like it took forever for the elevator to get there, and when the bell from the car behind me dinged, I jumped like a startled mouse. When the door opened, there was this tiny, skinny girl. Obviously this was not who I was waiting for. This girl looked to be about twelve years old. I was looking for a 21 year old, single woman, like the profile described. I was turning away as she said, "Hi, I'm Curious." My mind went blank and my tongue grew thick. I could not speak. It may have been her size that made her look so young, or more likely, her attire. She wore a short, red pleated skirt and a short sleaved white blouse. White bobby socks topped a pair of Nike running shoes. She couldn't have been five foot tall and the width of her hips wouldn't have measured 10 inches across. My eyes darted around to make sure we were alone in the foyer. "Whoa, there's something really wrong here," I said. "You're supposed to be 21." "Yes I am," she replied. "Would you like to see my ID, or shall we go to your room where we can talk?" I turned and she moved next to me as we walked speechless down the hotel corridor. By the time we got to the room, I could scarcely breathe. All my instincts told me to stop this insanity, but instead I passed the key card thru the lock and followed Curious inside. Once past the shock of her youthful appearance, I realized that she was actually quite pretty. Her complexion was flawless and the shape of her face was perfect for the way her short red hair was cut. She walked with an athletic grace and my loins sent a quick electrical shock thru my body. "Have a seat. We do need to talk." Curious went to the short couch, which I was sure was a hide-a-bed, and sat at the far end, very lady-like and proper. I sat at the opposite end of the couch and said, " I'm sorry for the way I'm acting, but you look so young and I really don't need any trouble." Thru an innocent smile she responded, "Looks can be deceiving." As she spoke, she raised her right leg and stretched it out on the cushion of the couch, leaving her left leg in its original position. Her skirt fell in place to cover her, but the position alone caused my dick to tremble. Once again I was speechless. I could have been arrested for what I was thinking. "If you don't like what you see, then we'll call this all off," she said. I couldn't speak. She proceeded to slowly unbutton her blouse and when all the buttons were undone, she pulled the tail of the blouse from where it was tucked into her skirt. She wore no bra, but the blouse was not open enough to see her breasts. Considering her stature, I wasn't expecting much. Next she lifted the hem of her skirt and asked, "Do you like my panties?" I could only nod. Her panties were white satin and encased a very well formed pussy. There may not have been much shape to the rest of her body, but her pussy was full and bulging at the seams. She dropped her skirt high on her legs, leaving a view of that gorgeous bulge and pulled her blouse aside. As I expected, she was not very well endowed in the breast department, and once again panic loomed at the possibility of her age. However her nipples were well formed and reacted immediately when she started rubbing them with her fingers. She had told me once that her nipples were so sensitive that she could almost make herself cum without touching her pussy. She pushed her hips along the cushion until her head was on the armrest. Then her eyes closed and her lips parted as she continued the rhythmic motions on her nipples. "I've been wet all day," she said as she bent both knees up and spread her legs wide. When I saw the dark spot that had spread across the crotch of her panties, I knew I was hooked. No turning back now. "By the way, I am a virgin and intend to stay that way, OK?" Again, all I could do was nod. I sat in awe as her hand came down and very gently started small circular motions over her panties. The more she touched, the wetter the panties got. The wetter the panties got, the more they clung to her pussy, slowly revealing all the details of her inner labia and engorged clit. My cock strained in my pants and I wasn't at all embarrassed to quickly strip down to nothing. I sat there staring, cock in hand, at this terribly sexy woman, all thoughts of possible age issues gone. Her head rose and her eyes settled on my hard prick as I slowly stroked it. The head of my cock was covered in pre-cum and it ran down over my jacking hand. The more she watched me, the faster and harder she rubbed her panty-covered pussy. With the skill of a pianist, one hand kept a constant motion on her nipples while the other moved at an increased speed over her pussy. With all her fingers together she would pull up hard on her pussy, forcing the wet material to stretch tight and fall into her slit. As she pushed back down the fabric stuck in her wet crevice and waited for the next upward movement. On a down stroke, she pushed her middle finger into her pussy hole, taking panties with it. She continued to finger fuck herself, each stroke driving more of the panties inside her. Her juices were everywhere, the panties not being able to absorb any more. Her eyes never left my cock and I felt obliged to spread myself and expose my balls for her review. Her mouth was open and her eyes glassy. A small trail of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth and I knew she was about to cum. Faster and faster her finger slammed her tiny hole and as the orgasm hit, her eyes shut tight and she held her breath. At the peak of her climax she quit pumping her finger into her pussy and only gripped it hard with her finger impaled to the last knuckle. Slowly she released her grip and opened her eyes. As she sat up a little straighter, her stretched and soaked panties gaped above her hole, but stayed embedded in her pussy. "My turn to watch now," she said. This was much better than our e-mail sex. No descriptions were necessary, only show and tell. Not needing any more visual stimuli I leaned back and started jacking off in earnest. In only seconds I was cumming hard, squirting my load up on my chest and belly. The look in her eyes, as she watched the cum shoot from my cock, was one of pure lust. I could tell instantly, we were far from done. In the aftermath of my hard climax, I wondered if she would still be a virgin when the night was done. The second round was like a grade school teacher getting the kids' attention after recess. "Well, let's get serious now," she said, smiling. She stood, removed her blouse and started a sensuous procedure of removing her panties. With her feet at shoulder width, she peeled the panties off from the waste band down until they were inside out, with the crotch still knotted deep in her pussy. She continued the slow downward motion until the last of the material slipped glistening from her slushy cunt. The heavy, wet crotch fell and hung loosely. Curious pulled them the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. Standing there completely nude, I couldn't help but awe at how skinny she was, except for that pussy. This was one of those pussies that jumped out at you and wanted to nuzzle your palm. And the lack of any visible hair only accentuated its size. This was a pussy made for only two things, close up photography and fucking. I had already experienced the first. In a nonchalant manner she asked, "Do you have anything here I might use as a dildo?" I didn't know what to offer besides my cock, which was already hardening. What could she use, my razor, my tube of toothpaste, my shoe? Then I remembered the courtesy bar. I poured an bottle of Perrier water on the floor and presented her the bottle. A grin spread across her face. With no further ado she lay back on the couch in much the same position she had been in before, knees bent and spread. I watched closely as her pussy begged for attention, and it was not disappointed. She began rubbing the length of the bottle up and down her slit until a film of slick juice coated the glass. Her hips rose off the couch to meet the downward thrust of the bottle, and her pussy seemed to engulf and pull at the green glass. Her pussy lips wrapped the neck of the bottle only to release their hold as the thick part pushed its way thru. Her cunt was so wet and so demanding. Curious was once again back in a trance of lust. She eased the bottle into her waiting sex and continued pushing until only an inch or so of the bottom of the glass remained visible. Then using her vaginal muscles, she pushed the bottle back into her hand. Time and again she fucked herself with the bottle, while I increased the speed of the strokes on my cock. I had never seen, nor will I ever see again, such a display of pure wanton lust. Curious was in a world of her own, with my presence only to heighten her pleasures. She didn't see me reach over and start to fondle her clit as she pumped away with the bottle. She startled for a moment when she felt my touch, then proceeded with even greater fervor. The faster she pumped the bottle, the harder and faster I molested her clit, until once again she exploded with orgasm. When the final spasm passed, she stood and said, "Watch. I want to show you something neat." She slowly removed the bottle, the opening separating with a sloppy pop, then held the bottle up to the glass. The bottle had been filled with her ever-flowing juices to about an inch from the bottom. It was the most remarkable thing I had ever seen. She then pushed me flat on my back on the couch and took over jacking me off. It took both of her tiny hands to fully encircle my cock and she jacked the full length, her upper hand going past the head and forcing it back thru her fist on the down stroke. Four or five of those kind of strokes and I was once again shooting my load up on my belly. I lay there for several minutes, totally exhausted and wondering if I would get to fuck her. I must have dozed for a moment, for when I awoke, she was gone. I couldn't believe it! A few hours ago I was in a panic because she was here, now I was in a panic because she was gone. A handwritten note sat on the coffee table. "Thanks for a great evening, but I think we should call it quits now. Love, Curious." Since that night, Curious has not answered my e-mail, nor appeared in any chat rooms, at least under the same name. And while I may never hear from her again, I will always cherish her memory, or more precisely, the memory of that marvelous hungry pussy. The Chat Room "Now I don't have to keep reminding you to look at the screen to receive your instructions." There had been a letter that came with it which she was told not to read but place on the desk in front of her monitor within arms reach. She was not chained to the chair this time, but her arms hung limply by her side. He had not told her to do anything with them and so she left them mute, without instruction. This time, the timer lock on her hood had been set for most of the day. During that time she saw many images that started with sensual love making and became increasingly distorted so the woman was trying to please her partner and degenerated slowly into sexual slavery. She was shown that women derive sexual pleasure not directly for the ministrations of their partners, but by being able to give them pleasure. She learned how to derive pleasure from making him happy. She then started to feel pain from the nipple clamps and her breasts started to hurt. At the same time she saw images of a woman being whipped on her breasts and in the throws of sexual ecstasy. She felt that same ecstasy well up inside her. The dildo throbbed, but this time it was permanently low. She failed to reach orgasm, and her sexual frustration started to rise. Between these images she started to see his face again and he was telling her that he wanted her to be his slave. She had to sign the piece of paper that gave him the right to her body and that she could deny him nothing. It was a legally binding document and that once she signed it, she would not be able to back out. He would be able to keep her in chains, to whip her or offer her to others of his choosing. She would have to comply. She had to completely deny herself and give herself over to him. She had to sign the piece of paper. She saw the images, she felt the excitement and she wanted to escape her inhibitions and be free to be told to give pleasure and thereby to receive pleasure. Slowly her hands slid forwards. They now had been commanded. She considered trying to stop them. She thought about Simon and their future. Yet should could not stop them. Her hands reached the edge of the desk and her thoughts turned to her cunt. She became aware of the vast puddle of juices that had collected around the base of the dildo. She felt the heat in her body and that feeling of needing to be touched. If a man's hand had rested on her abdomen at that moment she would have reached orgasm straight away. Her hands picked up the piece of paper. They found the pen. She did not know where to sign, so placed the pen near the bottom of the paper. "Remember. Once you have put your name down on that document, there is no going back. You will have surrendered yourself irrevocably to me." She paused to consider. She was frightened by the finality of what she was doing. She tried to picture Simon's face. If only he knew! She signed. The monitors went blank and she heard the lock at her throat click open. She removed her hood. The dildo and clamps were quiet. She sat there in shock, as if waking from a dream realising what she had just done. She wanted to turn back time, to erase her name from the paper, but she knew she had done it. It was indeed too late. She had been warned, but she could not stop herself. She looked down on the piece of paper. There was her name clearly written, if a little shakily, yet there was nothing else on the paper. It was a blank piece of paper with her name on. She stared unblinkingly at it for some time. She felt huge relief that it was not a legal document. Then slowly as it sunk in, she felt regret. It had been so hard to do, and she had been cheated. She looked up at the monitor on her screen. "I don't need a legal document to bind you in slavery to me. It is there inside you. This paper shows that this is what you want. You are my slave Sammy and deep inside you, you know it. I am coming to claim you and you will give me everything. Not because I demand it. Not because of any legal document, but because you want to. I am coming for you." The monitor went dead and he was gone. She sat frozen in front of the monitor as his words sank home. She realised that he was right. It did not matter what was written on the paper, only what she believed it to be, and she had signed. "Don't worry darling, this is going to change our sex lives. I learned it all from that chat room. You were so right about it." She led him into the study. Well, this was going to be something. He had always hoped for some spark would come out of that chat room to liven up their sex lives. She stood him in the centre of the room and slowly stripped all the clothes from his body. "What is all this?" There were many new things lying around the room – steel and leather and some things connected to the PC. He was very excited and his penis stood proud in anticipation. "No questions! Just do as I say and everything will be ok. I see you already approve the new me." She stared at his penis and gave it a little tug with her hand. "Now lace your fingers together to make a double handed fist and keep your arms straight out in front of you." She pulled this leather sock over his arms. At the end it was sown into a steel hoof like that of a devil. She had some difficulty manoeuvring his fist into the hoof but when it was done she started to pull on the laces to tighten the leather around his wrists and secure his hands in the hoof. When that was done she picked up a short steel band and wrapped it over his wrists. One end of the band slid into the other and as she pushed it in Simon could hear the click of tiny ball bearings securing the band inside. The weight of the steel made it difficult for Simon to keep his arms stretched out and Sammy eventually had to allow him to rest it on the desk as she continued to lace the leather all the way up his arms. When she was finished his arms had become a single limb V shaped tapering down to this bright steel hoof. Simon looked at it and felt excited. He had never thought he would enjoy being in bondage, but his penis felt ready to burst. He looked at his shapely wife with anticipation. She held out a largish steel contraption, the most obvious feature was a giant steel penis. "What is it?" "It's a kind of chastity belt. It clips around your thighs and over your front. Your penis will fit snugly in here." She stroked the steel shaft as she spoke. It seemed too huge to penetrate a woman but she seemed excited at the prospect and seemed almost reverential as she stroked it. "But it wont feel the same if I fuck you with that. I wont feel anything!" "Oh but you will." She held up some wires that connected to the back of the steel scrotum. His penis started to twitch as she set about putting this monstrosity over his genitals. The inside of the steel shaft was padded and felt warm. At the end of the shaft was rubber and she had to pull the shaft back quite hard to ram the head of his penis into the rubber. It felt like a pair of lips caressing his tip and unable to pull back when he would ejaculate. Over his front was a small steel plate that came up to just above his hips and from the back of the scrotum two more steel bands wrapped around under his buttocks and slid clicking into the sides of the steel plate. As the bands snapped into place he felt snug and excited. He had to control himself from ejaculating then and there. She led him to the far wall of the study and had him kneel down. His arms came down in front as a third leg and he rested them on the hoof. She disappeared round behind him and he felt her attach something to the base of his penis. He heard the click of a chain and then a padlock close. He turned round. There was a short steel chain pulled taught between the base of his penis and an eyebolt set in the wall of the study. He looked a little uncomfortably at his wife, realising how trapped he now was. She was busy connecting those wires to a box next to the PC. She came over and lifted his hoof and swung his body round so that he was pointing directly towards the PC monitor. Then she brought out a leather posture collar. It was tall and black with a bright steel band much larger at the front and tapering towards the side and back of the neck. On the front plate it was inscribed: "Toby. Our Pet Pony" "This is your new name." She said showing him the inscription. He just looked up at her wondering what all this meant. Was this still part of the game? She strapped the collar round his neck forcing his head up. At the back of the collar was a D ring to which she attached another steel chain. She pulled it taught raising his head to stare at the PC monitor as she fixed it to the eyebolt in the wall. "There we are about ready" Sammy was sorting out connections at the computer. Suddenly Simon noticed the new camera on the PC. He started to panic. Was she going to show him off as some prize on the internet? He started shouting but was unable to move. "What is this? When did you put that bolt into the wall? I don't think I like this. Can you let me out?" She was at the monitor logging into the chat room. She turned and had a look of pity on her face. "I'm sorry darling. He didn't send me the key." "He? Who is He?" He started to sway to try and dislodge one of the chains that held him transfixed staring involuntarily at the computer screen. He looked back up at her. His face full of questions about what all this meant. Suddenly the monitor flickered into life and he saw the window with the dark stranger's face. The text read: "Ah I see everything is ready. Hello Toby!" "What is going on?" he shouted. Yet at the same time he did indeed feel that tingle of fear spread down to his groin and he felt the involuntary twitch of his penis. The tightness of the rubber gave his penis a small suck and he felt his pre-cum juice ooze out over it. The image of a woman's lips being coated by his juices unable to pull away even if he was to ejaculate over her face or down her throat made him all the more tense and excited. He was now very aroused. "I'm very sorry darling. I have to do this. He told me to." "Who is this man?" The speakers of the computer told him to shut up. He was being called Toby and told to shut up in his own home. "Now Sammy, lets put the last item on." She picked up a butt plug to which was attached a long tail of hair. It was reddish brown in colour. She stood before him and lubricated the plug well and he started to shake his head as best he could in the confines of the collar and chain. But there was nothing he could do now to stop her. He felt the invasion into his behind and could not believe how long the plug was. It seemed to take ages to be pushed all the way in and penetrated deeper and deeper into his being. Finally he felt the hairs of the tail brush against his buttocks and knew it was all the way home. There would be no way to dislodge that until someone took pity on him and removed it. His whole abdomen ached from the intrusion and he felt stretched open. "So here is our pet Toby." The speakers were saying. Sammy picked up the camera and took it all round him. As she did so, he could see himself on the monitor. First he saw the collar with his new name inscribed. His face looked pale and full of fear. He then saw his front with his single hoof and the brightness and immobility of the steel made him feel rooted to the spot. Then she went round the side and stood back. He could see his body chained with the long tail coming out of his behind and indeed he looked like a small pony tethered awaiting its master. Between his legs was the large steel penis. Its brightness accentuated it, as if the only important feature of this animal, for that is how he looked, was its massive organ. Suddenly he felt the rubber on the tip of his penis start to cycle, pulling and releasing the head of his penis. Along its shaft he felt a slight tingling wave. He stared at himself turned into a mere sex animal and his penis could only betray the excitement he derived from that image. He had lost all dignity and was overcome with the waves of sexual pleasure coursing through him. He ejaculated and to his horror he saw that there must be an opening at the end of the steel penis, for on the monitor he could see the spray of his cum shoot out of the steel member onto the carpet. "There, that's better Toby. You see I can give you pleasure. I can also give you pain." He felt a bolt of electricity run through his intestine from the butt plug. He shuddered mixing the feelings of post orgasmic pleasure with the sudden sharp pain. He realised that he was completely in the hands of this stranger on the computer screen once again. As he convulsed from the mix of pain and pleasure Sammy, his beautiful wife was undressing. She swayed her hips in front of his face and all he could see was the delightful triangle of hair that hid her most intimate regions. She took out a whip and he tried to pull away thinking she was about to strike him, but she connected it to a paddle on the box next to the PC. She then brought a chair over and lay across the seat of it. The white globes of her ass lay between his face and the computer screen. He watched as did this stranger. They eyed each other over the terrain of his wife's nakedness. She wound a chain around the back of her neck and padlocked it to the feet of the chair and then slipped her hands into handcuffs behind her back with the same timer locks on. She too was now helpless sprawled across this chair. Suddenly the whip whirred to life as the paddle swung round. The whip cracked against her bare behind and her body jumped from the blow and she yelped from the pain. He could not move transfixed by the sight of his wife submitting herself to such punishment from this strange man. The whip whirred and cracked again and again and her behind quickly started to turn crimson. At the same time he felt the plug in his own behind start to vibrate. He felt he was being fucked from behind watching his wife being beaten. "You see, Toby? Here is your beautiful wife, but she is mine now. She submits to my will. You are our little pet and when you are good we will bestow pleasure on you, and otherwise we may inflict pain or just simply ignore you as an irrelevance. Watch how your wife squirms on the chair. I can hit her harder." There was a louder crack and she started sobbing. Yet from his vantage point he could see that his wife was excited. He could smell her scent of arousal filling the air and before long could see her inner thighs were damp. The harder the whip hit his wife the greater the pleasure he felt in his behind and he started to wish the blows to be harder so that his pleasure would increase. "Do you want me to hit her harder Toby?" He just stared unsure what to say, but the nagging pleasure from behind made him nod slightly, as much as the chain would allow. "Say it, Toby. Tell me to hit your slut wife harder. Come on Toby. Just tell me and I will do it and the pleasure you now feel will spill over into such a sexual arousal that you will beg me also to let you cum. Do you want to cum Toby?" "Yes. Yes I want to cum. Beat the shit out of her, I want to cum. She is nothing other than a worthless whore. Do with her what you will, but let me cum." He was shouting and all the time the rhythm of the whip was increasing and the pleasure he sensed spiralled upwards to dizzying heights. All of a sudden a jolt of electricity ran down his shaft and he ejaculated again in an explosive orgasm and his shout drowned out the cries from his beaten wife. They sat and looked at each other waiting. He was coming and neither Toby nor Sammy knew what this would mean. "I don't know who he is. He just told me that he is going to take me away and make me his sex slave." She sounded so limp saying it like that. Yet she didn't know how else to tell him. She just knew that this was what she had to do. They talked. She sat by the terminal waiting for her new master, her husband kneeling on the floor naked in his chastity belt. There was a knock at the door. "Don't do this. Don't go. Don't let him in, for God's sake!!" She was crying and could hardly see him through her tears. She got up and slowly went to the door. "I'm so sorry.", she whispered. It was all she could manage to get out of her constricted throat. "OK Sammy, I want you to fetch a stool from my car and place it here in front of Toby. You will also find a small box of tricks. Bring those too." She brought a small stool covered in black PVC and placed it in front of Simon and next to it she placed a small box. There was a kind of attachment inside the box. A little shelf that he connected to the front of the stool that left the shelf a few inches below the top of the stool and angled slightly. On this he placed a large black dildo on top of a small, corrugated platform. He connected it to the PC. "Now straddle the dildo. I don't care whether you are excited and ready to take this in you yet. Use this jelly to lubricate yourself for its insertion." As her fingers smeared with jelly roamed around her opening she felt her excitement jump to fever pitch. She had not been excited a moment ago, but now she was standing right in front of her husband and complying with the demands of this stranger. Poor Simon had a look of disbelief on his face, and she felt wanton, yet she quickly lost herself in phantasms that assailed her mind. She just loved this feeling, and felt quite addicted to it. She straddled the dildo and lowered herself slowly on it. She felt the pull on her lips and felt them tighten around the stiff rod. She sucked it into her and spread her legs wider as she did so. She was impaling herself voluntarily in front of her husband, whom she had always been faithful to. Her husband whom she had loved, but now wondered whether that was just being used to him. Was she with him because he was safe and dependable? What was love? She had fallen for him because of this feeling that he had aroused in her, but did he arouse such feelings now? No certainly he didn't. The coldness of the PVC as it clung to her naked buttocks aroused her from these speculations. The dildo was fully home. "That's great Sammy. Now take your hood and put it on. Set the timer for 45 minutes." She was now cut off from all these thoughts of lust and loyalty. She had escaped to this dark corner where she didn't have to think about responsibility but could relax into the sensations that were flooding her. The dildo started to pump up and down inside her as well as vibrate. Her trip had started. "Toby. There she is, your wife. She cannot hear us she has abandoned us. She has abandoned you. She has let a perfect stranger into your house having secured you by deception to this wall. I have given her orders and you have seen how she willingly obeys them. You watched her sink herself onto that dildo knowing that I alone have control over its behaviour through that PC. She is lost in a world of ecstasy and that is all she wants now. Do you not agree she is a worthless slut? How many years have you been married? How could she treat you this way? Tell me don't you think she is a worthless slut?" Simon could not speak. He felt totally choked. Here was this stranger calmly fucking his wife in front of him, and she didn't even feel the warmth of his body next to hers. She just let him plug her into a PC to fuck her. He could hardly believe that he knew this woman. Slowly he nodded. "That's right. She is nothing but a fucking whore. A fuck machine to be plugged in and switched on. She doesn't care who she hurts. Now say after me. My wife is nothing but a fuck machine and I disown her." Simon hesitated, but the anger welled up inside him. Through his tears he gasped out the words. The Chat Room "This is a legal document. I think we both know that Sammy is no longer with you. She is 100% mine now. If I tell her to leave you, she will do it. But I want to treat you better than she has done. In this document you agree to willingly give up Sammy and ask me to take her as my sex slave. You allow me the right to do to her whatever I please, whether it hurts her or not. I want you to look at Sammy as she allows herself to be fucked senseless by that machine, and then think about this document. I want you to write her name in the appropriate places and sign it." He stared up at this stranger. He was unable to do anything chained to this wall, and he remembered how she had lured him into this trap, knowing all along that she was going to invite this stranger in. He looked at Sammy, his wife. It was true their sex life was not good, and they had become bored with each other. Now she had gone too far. He nodded his agreement silently. The stranger unlocked his hands from the hoof and unlaced his arms. He gave him the document and Simon wrote Sammy's name in the appropriate places and signed it. "That was the right thing to do, Simon." He was checking the document over. "I'll get someone to witness it later." Sammy sat in the other room and read the document over and over again. It sounded so harsh: "I Simon Harmer wish to give my wife Sammy Harmer, freely and without obligation over to her new Master to be kept as his sex slave. I ask him not to listen to her demands but to force her into any action he pleases and to take whatever pleasure from this he sees fit. I renounce any rights I might have as the husband of Sammy Harmer and give her as my property to become the sole property of her new Master. I acknowledge by my signature that Sammy Harmer is a worthless slut who deserves to be treated as such by all those who come into contact with her and urge her new Master to place upon her visible signs of her status as a sex slave. I make known to him that my intention is that these signs should be irrevocable and that Sammy be given no opportunity to escape these decisions of mine." She kept looking at the signature at the bottom. It was Simon's bold handwriting all right. Yet she could not believe how he could treat her this way. She suddenly saw how her actions had taken her over a point of no return. She did not intend this. It was her life, and others were not to treat her as a piece of meat. "You see Sammy. You think you have just been playing a game, but actually this is much deeper than that. Simon realises it too. You are my sex slave now, whether you want that or not. He has renounced you and will not take you back. So the deed is done. I once gave you a document which you willingly signed renouncing any rights over your life and bestowing such rights onto me as your new Master. I want you to sign that document now. This time it is for real. You already know that you will do it, and have as good as signed it already. But now the time is right. This document means you will serve me and call me your master and in return I will take care of you and pleasure you. Oh yes, Sammy there will be a great deal of pleasure for you. In return you will refuse me nothing. Please sign." She signed without hesitation. She did not want to stop and think about the consequences at this moment. She just wanted that feeling of belonging to someone, and having someone to care for her. It was her dream to have this man take care of her and to continue to pleasure her and now that Simon had renounced her, there was no longer any difficulties about making a choice. As he heard the front door slam closed and his wife walk out with this stranger he stared at the block of ice in which was buried the key to unlock his shackles. He would have to wait a couple of hours before he could get at the key, by which time Sammy would have been lost forever. He had willingly given her over to this stranger and asked the stranger to treat her as his fuck toy. He could hardly believe he could have done such a thing. Time passed and the monitor flickered back to life. It displayed a message for him: "In about 10 minutes Toby you will be able to release yourself. In 3 days from now you are to put the steel codpiece back on and connect it up and then log into the chatroom. Once done, shackle yourself to the wall as you are now and present yourself to me. From now on, every 3 days you are to present yourself to me in this way or wearing any other gadgets I may send you. Next time place the whipping machine beside you. I want Sammy to watch your punishment as I fuck her. I want her to see you ejaculate to order at the same time as I shoot my load up my sex toy. The one you willingly signed over to me." Toby stared blankly at the screen reading the instructions that his computer had given him. He was appalled at what it had said; yet already he knew that every 3 days he would return here. His mind could not accept what his body demanded, but it would not be denied. The genie was out of the bottle.