****** The Computer by Amanda Erickson ******
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The Computer


With careful consideration Amanda knelt down in front of the door. Her short
blonde hair was combed out, smooth and shiny, and she had taken pains to apply
a small amount of blush on her usually white face. Her long smooth skinned arms
fell down by her sides and she sat back on the heels of her feet.

The apartment was very warm and a cool breeze chilled her as her master
entered. He looked at her and smiled warmly, heating Amanda's heart, if not her
body. He dropped his briefcase and keys on the side table and slipped off his
shoes.

"Hello, my pet," he said to her.

Amanda smiled back at him, pleasured at hearing his voice. "Hello Master."

Amanda quivered as he walked toward and ran his fingers over her smooth
shoulders. His touch excited her and she wondered what was in store for her.

"Amanda? I'm afraid I've got to go out for a little while, to the grocery
store," he said.

Amanda sighed in disappointment.

"But don't worry. I have something cooked up for you."

Amanda raised her eyes. "Really, Master? That would be wonderful."

"Yes little one. Go get your ankle cuffs and the box of toys, would you?" he
asked softly.

Amanda stood up and fairly ran to the bedroom, grabbing the soft nylon ankle
cuffs and the box of toys. With bursting excitement she carried the items back
to the living room. Her master wasn't to be seen.

"Master?" she called out.

"I'm in the computer room, Amanda," she heard him say.

Amanda walked down the short hallway to the computer room and saw him logging
on to the Internet. He eyed the box she was carrying.

"Very good, Amanda. Get out the anal plug please, the one that vibrates," he
told her.

Amanda shivered as she sifted through the box and removed the knobby plastic
plug. Her fingers shook as she handed it to her master.

"Very good. Now the KY Jelly, please," he said.

Amanda scooped the large tube from the box and opened it for him. She watched
as he squeezed a generous amount onto the plug and spread it over the pale
plastic.

"Bend over the chair," he commanded.

Amanda didn't hesitate and she quickly bent over the chair, raising her petite
ass high in the air. She felt the slick tip of the plug being placed at the
opening of her anus and she felt her master push. With a moments concentration,
Amanda relaxed herself enough for the plug to enter her unimpeded. She had held
the plug before, so was used to its width.

"Aahhhhhhhhh," she moaned out loud.

Soon the plug was entirely in her and she felt her master switch the tiny
toggle that began the low speed vibrations. She could barely hear the humming
noise but felt the tiny movements inside her ass with a sensitivity borne of
pleasure. She squirmed as her master lowered his fingers and wiped the
remaining KY Jelly over the soft warm lips of her sex.

"Now sit down in the chair, Amanda," he told her.

Amanda stood up and waddled around to the front of the chair. With a groan she
sat down in the smooth vinyl seat and felt the anal plug driven even higher
into her body. Her master took hold of the ankle cuffs and knelt down behind
the chair.

"Spread your legs to either side of the chair, sweet," he said.

Amanda moved her legs, spreading them wide. She felt her master's hand on her
left ankle, buckling the ankle cuff around her smooth skin. In moments, she
shivered as his fingers cuffed the other ankle. She gasped as he drew her legs
backward and under the chair, locking the clasp between the cuffs. She felt so
exposed and vulnerable, parted and tied open. She loved it.

Her master returned to the toy box and removed a small strand of thick rope.
With careful movements he ran the rope across her waist and down below the
chair. His dexterous fingers tied a knot well beneath her reach under the
chair, holding her down.

"Now Amanda. I will leave your hands free. If something happens and you HAVE to
get up, use the scissors to cut the rope. Then you can get on your knees and
unclasp the ankle cuffs. But do this only if it is an emergency. I expect to
find you tied up when I return."

"Now perhaps you are wondering what is going on. I was on the computer last
night and I checked out the access log history. I knew you were getting on chat
rooms but I had no idea which ones. I am quite surprised. Female Humiliation
and Punishment? Really," he shook his head in feigned amazement. "In any event,
I decided to have a little fun with you. Since I can't be here to torture you,
I have arranged for someone else too, over the net. You will log in to your
favorite chat-room and look for someone with the screen name ThePerfectMan.
Whisper him and he will tell you what to do to yourself. Be totally honest with
him since he and I are friends. Lastly, you will do EVERYTHING he commands.
Understand? Everything. Obey him as you would me. And finally, just to let you
know that I will be checking up on you, here is the video camera," he pointed
to a small videocassette camera sitting out of reach on the bookcase. "My
friend will record the chat conversation and I will compare it to the video
recording.

"And Amanda. I hope you find everything just as humiliating and punishing as
you desire," he bent down and kissed her. "See ya," he said.

Amanda nodded her head and turned to face the computer as he walked from the
room. Her fingers danced across the keyboard and she could barely stand the
excitement of what was happening to her. Imagine! To be tortured by a strange
man! She quickly logged on to her network and signed on to her room.

"24 f wv" she typed, as she entered the room. The room host welcomed her
immediately. Her eyes scanned the participant lists and she suddenly saw the
name she was looking for: ThePerfectMan. Her hand shook slightly as she clicked
on his name and whispered him.

"Hi Perfect," she typed.

"Well hello Amanda. I was told you would be here," he answered.

"Well, I am. Do you know what is going on?" she asked.

"Of course. I'm in on the whole thing," he replied. Amanda could sense him
chuckling.

"Oh. Of course. Well, I'm ready," she typed.

"Very good, Amanda. Is that anal plug in you already?" Perfect asked her.

"Yes" she replied. "My master put it in me before tying me down to the chair."

"Excellent. That makes it easy for us. Now, open the desk drawer to your right.
Your master told me that he left a present for you in it," she read.

Amanda reached to the desk drawer and opened it. A beautifully decorated box
stood in the drawer and she reached in and removed it. With careful fingers she
opened it and found a pair of small, gold, screw type clamps. Her fingers
turned them over and she smiled with delight.

"Do you like them?" Perfect asked her.

"Oh yes! They are wonderful!"

"I'm glad you like them. I had something to do with their selection."

"They're beautiful." Amanda said.

"Now. Should we begin?"

"Yes Sir." Amanda typed.

"Very well. First, I want you to remove both of your vibrators from the toy
box. Then, I want you to turn them both on and hold them to your nipples. Do
you understand?" she read.

"Yes Sir," she typed. She reached into the toy box and pulled out two
vibrators. With a twist, she turned each one on. She held both in one hand and
typed.

"Putting them on now."

"Good," she read.

Amanda held the tips of the vibrators directly on the sensitive nubs of her
nipples. The shuddering vibrations of the shafts excited her intensely and she
felt her muscles tightening. The anal plug added its own interesting dance to
her nerves and she shivered with delight as her nipples swelled and rose.

"I know you can't type with vibrators in both hands, but I want you to know
that I am aware of what is happening to you. Your nipples have hardened and you
are feeling so much desire. I know that you need satisfaction. But you must
also understand that this is a punishment. And we are in a room called Female
Humiliation and Torture. You are already being humiliated, now it is time for
the torture. Now put the vibrators down."

Amanda reluctantly did as told.

"They're down," she typed.

"Good. Now remove the small clamp with the chain weight from the toy box."
Ordered Perfect.

Amanda reached into the toy box and found the small clamp and chain. A weight
dangled from the end of the chain and she quivered with excitement.

"Ok, I've got it," she punched in on the keyboard.

"Good. Now put it down and pick up a vibrator. Turn it on and put it in your
pussy."

Amanda's hand shook as she picked up one of the vibrators and turned it on.
Carefully she placed the tip at the lips of her sex, slowly rubbing and pushing
it into her body. Once the vibrator was deep with in her she used one hand and
began typing again.

"It's in me."

"Good, Amanda. Now pull it out and lick it."

Amanda moaned as the vibrator came out of her flower and she brought it to her
lips. She quickly licked the entire length of it, sucking the juices of her own
sex off it. She hadn't turned it off and it vibrated in her mouth as she
sucked. Her left hand held it to her lips as her right played on the keyboard.

"Sucking it," she wrote.

"All right, Amanda. Once it is clean you can turn it off and put it down," she
read.

Amanda pulled the vibrator out of her mouth and turned it off. She dropped it
on the table next to the other vibrator.

"OK," she told her computer torturer.

"Next take the small clamp with the weight and clamp it right on your clit," he
ordered.

Amanda shook. Everything had been pleasurable up to this point. She had been
subjected to this torture before and she knew how much it would hurt. Her
fingers picked up the small clamp, feeling the weight of the small metal
medallion dangling from her fingers. She looked down and carefully positioned
the clamp, pushing it open with her fingers. She moved it till the small flap
of her skin, her clitoris, was right between the two smooth jaws of the clamp.
Slowly, she let the clamp close, feeling the cold metal bite of the clamp grip
her already sensitive and delicate flesh.

She cried out when it bit, gasping and shaking as her legs fought to close in
response to the pain. She forced her self to let go off the clamp and she felt
the sudden weight of the medallion fall and yank hard upon her clit. Her loud
cry echoed through the room.

Her breaths were ragged as she dealt with the sensations coming from between
her legs and her fingers returned to the keyboard.

"Oohh it hurts so bad!" she typed, her fingers making multiple errors which she
painstakingly cleared before sending the message.

"I'm glad, Amanda. It's supposed to. Now take your new nipple clamps and place
them on your nipples."

Amanda groaned again, but dutifully picked up each clamp. They were screw
types, requiring her to position the open clamp on her nipple and slowly screw
the clamp closed. This allowed her to set the pressure exerted on her poor
breasts. She tightened each one till she felt the delicious tightness, but no
pain. Then her hands returned to the keyboard. This time she typed more
accurately, her body used to the pain from her clit.

"They are on now," she told her tormentor.

"I know, Amanda. But they are not tight enough. Make at least three more turns
with the screw Amanda."

"What?" she responded.

"You know exactly what I mean. Your master told me that you wouldn't tighten
them all the way. Now I want you to twist the screws at least three more times.
That way I know that you're experiencing pain, and not pleasure, through those
little jugs of yours."

Amanda trembled and her fingers danced on the keyboard.

"Please. Please don't make me do this," she begged.

"Do it now, Amanda," she read.

Amanda hung her head and reached up to her right breast. The clamp screw slowly
twisted as she screwed it and after three turns sharp sparks of pain spurted
upward through her entire breasts. Her nipple was discolored and her breaths
came in ragged sobs. She repeated the procedure with her other breast and found
she could barely type.

"Iiimmm readddy," she wrote, her fingers incapable of hitting the right keys.

"Good, Amanda. We are getting to the middle of our little torture session. Now
I want you to pick up the vibrator again and put it in your pussy. Turn it on."

Amanda took her time typing her response. "Bbbuutt wwhaatt abouttt the
cclamp??" she wrote.

"The clamp is on your clit, Amanda. Just push the vibrator in beneath it. That
is where your hole is anyway. But, just for fun, make sure that the vibrator
hits or jangles the clamp every time you thrust it in. I know. Hold the chain
in the same hand as your vibrator. That way every time you push it in you will
yank on your clit at the same time."

Amanda shook her head as her hand picked up the vibrator. She turned it on and
positioned it between her legs. As she pushed it deep, she began to cry,
feeling the intensity of the pain and pleasure rock her. Once it was completely
in, she grasped the chain with her thumb and held it. She pulled the vibrator
almost completely out and she cried out as the chain yanked hard upon her clit.
She began pumping herself, feeling the severe pain and phenomenal pleasure
enhance each other and she found herself nearing orgasm.

"Amanda. Stop thrusting." The screen blinked suddenly.

Amanda shook and thrust the vibrator hard into her self, ignoring the message.

"AMANDA! OBEY! Stop thrusting!" she read. She stopped in mid-thrust, realizing
what she was doing.

"Good! Now I want you to pull that vibrator out of yourself." The words spilled
across the screen.

Amanda pulled the vibrator out of herself, giving the clit clamp one final tug.
She dropped the vibrator, wet and shining, on the desk.

"Ok," she typed, still shaking from the throes of desire and pain.

"Good," she read. "Now Amanda. Take the clamp off your clit and massage it."

Amanda moaned as she reached down. She twisted her fingers around the chain.
Her mind only barely registered the thought of unclipping the clamp, and
instead she yanked hard on the chain, yanking the metal clamp right off the
tender protuberance of flesh. Her scream of pain filled the room and she
paused, fighting off the sudden wave of hurt that washed over her.

Slowly, she gripped her sore clit with her fingers and lightly rubbed it. Waves
of wetness surged through her loins and she saw that her body was pouring her
juices out on the vinyl seat. She could feel her ass sliding around under the
taut waist rope holding her down. Pleasure flowed from her abused flesh as she
teased and touched herself.

"Amanda." The screen began blinking again.

"Amanda," she read a second time.

She reached up with her right hand while her left continued to work herself.

"What?" she punched in slowly.

"How does it feel?" Perfect asked.

"Good" she answered.

"I'm glad Amanda. Very glad. You've made it most of the way. Only a little bit
left to endure."

Amanda didn't respond.

"Ok, Amanda. Take the spike spreader insert out of the toy box."

Amanda closed her eyes. The insert was a special toy, less than an inch thick,
that was inserted and then inflated. It had small semi sharp knobs that popped
out as it inflated. As more and more air was pumped in, the more painful and
the more expanded a woman's cavity became.

"Please no," she typed, still rolling her clit between her thumb and fingers.

"Do it now Amanda."

Amanda shuddered as she wondered if she could merely fake it. Then she
remembered the video camera her master had placed on the bookshelf. Her master
would know if she refused. Her shoulders shook in light sobs and her right hand
crept to the toy box. She slowly extracted the insert, seeing the air tube and
pump dangle from the end.. She held it up and looked at it, knowing what her
poor sex was about to endure.

"I've got it," she typed.

"Good. Now slip it inside you," she read.

Amanda groaned loudly as she slid the device into her pussy and thrust it into
herself twice before returning to the keyboard.

"It's in," she typed.

"Excellent, Amanda. Now I want you to pump three times, slowly of course."

Amanda stifled a small groan and she took the pump in both hands.

"Now pump yourself up three times, Amanda." The message flashed across the
screen.

Amanda pulled the small handle outward and then slowly pushed inward. Her body
shuddered as she felt the incredible feeling of the insert slowly expanding
inside her sex. The small spikes extended only a fraction of their ending
length and her loins immediately gushed with a new pleasure.

She let her body endure the waves of intense pleasure for several seconds, but
then she slowly withdrew the handle a second time. With a slow push she forced
another pump-load of air into the insert, making the expandable walls push
outward. With a sudden touch, she suddenly felt the first small pricks of pain
as the tiny spikes began to rise with the pressure. She cooed, moaning and
shaking with the pleasure.

"Just one more time, Amanda," Perfect typed.

Amanda nodded, only barely wondering how Perfect knew she still had one more
pump to go. She pulled the pump handle outward and then pushed it quickly in,
sending a shot of air cascading into the insert. The small spikes flashed
outward even farther, beginning to dig into the tender and sensitive sides of
her sex.

Her body shaking from the intense mixture of extreme desire and delicious pain,
she returned to the keyboard.

"Ok. I did it three times," she wrote.

"I know Amanda. It was very good and very slow. That was exquisite. Now I want
you to take the alligator clamps that are chained together and put them on your
ear lobes. Make sure the chain runs under your chin."

Amanda reached into the toy box and retrieved the clamps and chain. With
trembling fingers she quickly placed them on her ears, allowing the metal teeth
to bite into her flesh. The chain connecting them ran under her jaw, just
brushing the smooth skin of he throat.

"I'm ready sir," she typed when she was finished.

"All right, Amanda. Now I want you to remove those two screw nipple clamps from
your breasts. Do it slowly so that you feel each move separately."

Amanda shuddered and typed, "ok". Her fingers found the clamp on her right
nipple and she slowly turned it open. The nerves in her crushed nipple screamed
as the blood rushed back into the delicate nub and she quivered with the
sensation. She moved to the other nipple and repeated the procedure, shaking
with the pleasure.

"Okay, sir. They are off," she typed on the keyboard.

Perfect was waiting for her. "Very good, Amanda. Now I want you to pump the
insert twice more. Again, do it slowly," she read.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she reached for the pump. She could barely
bring herself to pump again and her entire pussy cried out as the semi-sharp
pricks turned into hundreds of pinches. Her hips rocked as she tried to find a
way to sit that prevented the insert from poking her, but it was futile. Her
body stopped responding to her commands as it tried desperately to find a way
to stop the intense sensations coming from inside.

"Pump again, Amanda!" she read.

She quickly pulled the pump handle out and thrust it back down hard. A hiss
came from the tube and the insert went ridged inside her, every spike out-
thrust at full length. She squirmed in her seat, shaking and crying as the
intense desire and pain sparked through her entire body. Her head went forward
and back and she struck her clenched fists upon the table.

"Take the other set of nipple clamps out of the toy box, Amanda."

Amanda read the message twice before understanding it. Finally she pulled out
another set of clamps, a thin silver chain connecting them.

"Loop them over the chain between your ears, Amanda," she read.

Amanda didn't respond. She slowly pushed one of the clamps under her chin so
that it hung on the chain between her ears. The two free clamps dangled down
her chest, bouncing as her hips still rocked.

"Now clamp your nipples again." Perfect wrote.

Amanda took both of the clamps and pulled them downward to her nipples. The
chain was too short to reach each nub by half and inch. She tried lowering her
head, but it didn't help.

"They're too short," she punched in on the keyboard, her whole body shaking
with need.

"I know, Amanda. Pull your breasts upward and clamp them. NOW!"

Amanda's tears streamed down her cheeks as she lifted first her left then her
right breast. The alligator clamps bit into her swollen nipples and she felt
the weight of her breasts being transmitted up the chain and into the clamps
biting her ears. It felt as if her entire body was on fire with pain. Her
ragged breaths came hard, pushing and pulling on her breasts with intense
sensation.

"Now yank your head backward." Perfect's message flashed across the screen.

Amanda just stared at the screen.

"Yank your head back, Amanda." The message repeated.

Amanda closed her eyes and then threw her head back. The chain running under
her chin yanked on the chain holding her breasts and her nipples were pulled
upward in a terrible grasp. She opened her eyes and saw the computer screen.

"Again."

Once again she threw her head back, feeling the clamps pull at her throbbing
nubs. Her mind began to shut down, unable to deal with the multitude of
sensations being thrust upon her little body.

"Again" she saw.

It was automatic now and she threw her head backward. Suddenly, amidst the pain
the nipple clamps could bear no more and they snapped off her nubs, springing
upward and striking her in the face.

She was openly sobbing now, tears streaming unimpeded down her white cheeks.
Her fingers shook as she reached for the keyboard, but Perfect's message came
across before she could type.

"Don't worry about the clamps. Leave them off. Take the ear clamps off as
well," she read.

No longer caring how he knew, she quickly removed the clamps, dropping them to
the floor. She felt her skin sliding along the chair and she knew that her
tenderized sex was close to orgasm.

"All right, Amanda. We are almost finished. I want you to pump the insert twice
more."

Amanda could barely grasp the handle of the pump. Her body shook so much that
her delicate hands missed the smooth plastic the first few attempts to grab it.
Finally she took hold of the handle and in a moments concentration, quickly
pumped two more bursts of air into her body.

Her palms dropped the pump and she bit her lip to stop her scream. Her sex
burned with an unholy need and the stinging needles of pain shot through her.
Her hips and ass danced in rhythm, the anal plug still vibrating deep within
her. Her body heaved and she felt herself rise up against the waist rope and
the drive herself downward. She did this several more times and her fingers
found the sensitive protuberance of flesh at the top of her slit. She began
massaging her clit. Her body shuddered and she heaved herself up and down. Her
throaty cries filled the roam and her entire body orgasmed in a way she had
never experienced before.

It was several minutes before she finished. Wave after wave of orgasm had moved
her and her body began to shut down with exhaustion. As the waves of pleasure
subsided, the more intense pain of the insert brought her back to awareness.

"I came," she typed.

Perfect took several moments before answering.

"I know," he said.

"Can I deflate the insert?" she typed, hoping.

"No. Your master will deflate it when he returns.

"But it really hurts me," she typed, tears once again forming in her eyes.

"I know, my sweet. But you will wait for your master. He is almost home now."

Amanda shook as she responded. "Yes sir."

"Goodbye, Amanda. I hope we have the pleasure of doing this again sometime."

"Me too sir. Thank you."

"Bye" typed Perfect and the logged off.

Amanda was too tired to react and she slowly logged herself off. Her own sex
was still to sore and in pain for her to anything else. But after only a few
moments she heard the door of her own apartment open and the soft footsteps of
her master.

He came up behind her and she saw his hand reach down to the air release valve
on the air tube. With a sudden spurt the pumped air shot out of the insert,
deflating the painful toy quickly. She felt the relief so strongly she burst
into a new set of tears.

"Now, now, my dear. You're okay now," her master said, holding her head against
him.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight as her mind and soul
released their tension in wracking sobs. He stroked her hair and gently kissed
her over and over as she let loose the last glistening drops from her eyes.

Finally, she let him loose and he untied her, loosening the waist rope and
unclipping the ankle cuffs. As she stood up, her legs wavered and she gripped
the desk with both hands. When she turned around she saw that the seat was
soaked with her juices, wet and shining. Her master was grinning.

"Did you like it, Amanda?" he asked

"Oh yes, Master. I did so much." Amanda said breathlessly.

"And why was that, my dear?"

Amanda smiled and lowered her eyes. "Because Master, I love it when you torture
me," she said knowingly.

Her Master started in surprise but then laughed and smiled. "How did you know,
Amanda?" he asked, pleased but curious.

Amanda smiled. "I know you very well Master. I know how your mind works."

He chuckled and reached out to hug her. "You sly girl. Bend over sweet," he
said. She bent over and he removed the vibrating anal plug from her bottom. He
shook his head as he did it. "How long have you known?"

"Since ThePerfectMan seemed to know what I was doing even though I hadn't wrote
it out on the computer. The video camera, Master?" she asked, her eyebrows
upraised.

Her master laughed. "Right. Yes, it's true. It was streaming live video feed
through the whole thing. But I taped it anyway. I thought I'd go ahead and
caption it for fun," his eyebrows raised wickedly.

Amanda laughed. "Whatever you'd like, Master. Whatever you'd like," she said.

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