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Virtual slavery
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
From: [email protected]
Subject: STORY: virtual slaveery
Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1993 12:16:04 GMT
mea culpa after two unsuccessful posts where the
text got cut due to embedded "\n---" and a mis-post to
a.b.p. here's the first part of the story
intact *and* on the right newsgroup.
so enjoy and stay tuned for further episodes...
PACO
VIRTUAL SLAVERY (Part One)
I answered the phone. The voice said it was my Mistress.
She was calling as planned. We had met over the net and had exchanged
e-mail regularly and this was our first voice contact.
Her voice was hot and sexy. I couldn't believe this was for real.
I tried to prepare myself mentall for what was about to happen.
I held a printout of her "instructions": before she called, at
exactly Midnight, I was ordered to undress and wait kneeling
in prayer before the telephone. I liked that. I like the phone.
Praying to the phone makes sense to me. What else is there
to pray to? So I sat on the couch in my jeans and a pair of
flip-flops.
The instructions told me to have next to me a bag of wooden clothespins,
a pair of handcuffs, a whip and a roll of duct tape. Next to me
I had a twelve pak and a bag of popcorn. The TV was on and I was watching
Valley Of The Dolls with the sound off. The stereo was playing
Soviet France. What the hell, I only signed up to be a virtual slave.
In my book, "virtual" means "not". The apartmednt was quiet.
So while I was virtually praying to the phone, she called and
started ordering me around right away. Hey, this woman gets down
to buisness:
"What are you wearing?"
"Nothing Mistress. I am naked."
"Very good slave. You are very obediant."
"Yes Mistress."
"I did not tell you to speak, Such outbursts will cost you dearly.
But you must also know that I will punish you for no reason
and whenever I wish."
She paused to let her words sink in. I kept quiet and drank some beer.
"Now then, to keep your disgusting slave-mouth quiet, you will
wrap duct tape around your head and over your mouth."
"But...", oops.
"DO IT! And while you're at it, you will tape the telephone receiver
to your face so you can hear me clearly. I want to be able to hear
you trying to speak with your mouth taped shut. Your protests
bring me dishonour for which you shall suffer! And your suffering will
give me entertainment, even pleasure. Now say 'yes Mistress'
to let me know you understand!"
"Yes Mistress."
"Quickly now, tape your face shut, and tape the phone to your head!
When you are finished you will tell me so!"
I got busy with the duct tape. I pulled off a couple yards, making
the predictable ripping sound, and threw the tape on the floor.
I rubbed the phone on the floor while I took a handful of popcorn
and stuffed it in my mouth. Then I picked up the phone and
maoned and groaned a bit through the popcorn. A few bits fell out
and stuck to the tape on the floor. I washed it down with a
mouthful of Becks.
"Very good my little slut-boy. You should be thankful I am not there.
If I were there I would rub my pussy juices all over your taped-up face
knowing you would be wanting only to eat me and suck my clit
but of course you cannot, you can only smell my sweet, sweet juices
running over your nose, your eyes..."
"Umph", I grunted through my virtual duct tape.
"Silence! You will punish yourself with 100 strokes of the whip!
I will call back in 5 minutes! You will take the call in the
bath tub! Bring the whip and the clothespins! I will teach you a lesson
you will never forget! You are a low life tapeworm, a cunt-cringing slut.
Get your slave ass in the tub and wait for my call!"
CLICK.
The doorbell rang. It was my friend W. I welcomed her in
and gave her a beer.
"Thanks."
"Sure."
We sat there and drank our beers. I finished first and opened another one.
She caught up quick and grabbed another one too.
"So what's up?"
"Nothing. My Mistress called."
"Oh." She got up and turned down Soviet France and turned up the sound
for the movie. Sharon Tate was gulping down a handful of pills.
Her agent was acting all wierd about it. What an asshole.
The phone rang again. I picked it up.
"You are a disgusting, filthy foul-mouth whore. Now you will suffer and I
will enjoy your pain. Your pain is nourishment for me your earth mother
goddess bitch mistress. You will place the clothespins on your wretched
scrotum and penis! I want to hear you moan each time you put one on!"
She paused for a second. "What's that noise? Who gave you permission
to watch television! Oh you useless fucking slaves are all the same!
But you will learn! Put on those clothespins, NOW!"
I held the phone a foot or two from my ear. She was really kind of loud
and it was difficult to concentrate on the movie. At least I'd seen it
a couple times already and kind of understood what was going on.
I turned up the volume a little, then started making muffled
groaning sounds into the phone. My mistress was saying something
but I was busy motioning to W to keep quiet. My Mistress would
certainly not approve of my friends. I had described my virtual girlfriend
to her (petite, feminine, blonde, gap-between-the-front-teeth)
but of courzse it was all made up. I didn't tell her about my alchoholic
buddies W and T and the rest. It didn't seem relevant.
I let out an extended moan, muffled by popcorn and W came over to
listen in on the receiver. I started whimpering and making choking,
sobbing sounds. My Mistress spoke:
"So slave, you see what happens when you disobey me! But you love it
don't you? All you want is to be fucked in the ass by a woman with
a cock! Is that what you said? Well I've got a cock you dirty boy.
I've got a big, mean, hard cock and I'm going to fuck your brains out!
But not tonight! No, you're going to have to beg for it! Now listen closely,
I want you to take the handcuffs and lock one end around the base of
your balls! Make it tight! Are you doing it?"
I moaned. W put her hand over her mouth, holding back a laugh.
She had to walk out of the room. I heard her laughing in the back room.
I don't think Mistress heard...
"Of course you are my sweet little love slave! Now tighten it! Tighter!
Oh you're making me very excited, I'm almost reasdy to cum...
Now take the other cuff and close it around the tub faucet! Lock it
on all the way!"
I picked up two empty beer bottles and kind of clanked them together.
My virtual balls were locked to a virtual bathtub. Holy fuck.
"Now dear, of course you have the key to the handcuffs right?"
She was panting a little bit in the phone. I grunted and whined a bit.
"Yes of course you do. How else can you get free when we're through?
My poor little slave, that's not your problem! If you're going to
be my slave, dear, I need you submit to me in your mind as well as your body.
If you want me to fuck you in the ass you must first learn to trust me.
And to obey me. Do you understand?"
I uttered a muffled "uh ungh" through a mouthfull of beer.
"Now be a sweet little slave and drop the key down the drain."
I finished my beer.
"I know you didn't drop it yet. I know everything. You are afraid.
But darling, even though you are a worthless piece of meat crawling
at my feet unworthy to serve me, you are *my* little slave, *my*
little piece of meat. Your fears are not important, do you understand?"
Her voice was becoming a bit strained. I opened another beer
and moved over to the kitchen with the phone. She was panting again.
"Now... drop... the key.... NOW!"
I made a fuss moaning and whining and then dropped the bottle top in the sink.
It made a little noise. Then she made a lot of noise.
It was quiet for a while. W came back into the room. I put my finger
to my lips to keep her quiet. She sat down and watched the movie.
Then Mistress was back on the line. "You are a very good slave-slut. You
have brought me some pleasure tonight. Now I will leave you
but I will call you in the morning to instruct you on getting out of your
predicament. Oh you silly boy, you *are* in a predicament aren't you?
Seeing how you served me so well tonight though, I will permit you
to masturbate. But after you cum you must whip yourself 100 times!
Do as I say and I will call you when I feel like it."
CLICK.
What the fuck. I grabbed another beer and took it over to W.
"How'ed it go?"
"All right."
"How did it end?"
"My balls are handcuffed to the faucet in the tub. I had to throw
the key down the drain. She said I could whack off but then I have
to whip myself."
"Gee, how're you going to get out of the tub?"
"I dunno. Who cares?"
We drank a few more beers and passed out with our clothes on.
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