Текст книги "Her Web Master"

Автор книги: Normandie Alleman

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CHAPTER EIGHT

That night I did exactly as he asked. With one thumb in my mouth, sucking on it, I drew words on my clit while lying on my stomach, legs spread wide. I wrote lots of words, starting with the ones he suggested. I added: rope, whore, fucking, licking, handcuffs, pain, and more. Sometimes I would run out of words and just run my finger over it until I could think of another one. Concentrating on spelling and remembering to suck on my thumb at the same time proved a challenge, but I did my best. My breathing grew heavier and I wanted to play with my breasts, but I wasn’t sure if it was allowed so I refrained.

After the first time I tried to stop myself from coming, I tried to draw it out instead but then I lost some of the excitement I’d built up. Suddenly I felt so tired I wanted to fall asleep, but I knew that would disappoint him so I stayed with it and finally came a couple of times.

The next morning I filed my report with MC and went to work. School would be out in a couple of days, and I couldn’t wait to have my days all to myself, free to use my laptop. When I came home I opened his email:

Sophie,

Good girl… That session was designed to include distractions and to keep you focusing and refocusing on your fuck bud. You will find some sessions will be filled with distractions, some pain, and others purely focused on orgasm.

Did you like drawing all the letters on your tiny clit? Did any of the words you chose have more effect than others? Did you feel any loss of control? Do you see the potential of these simple play sessions? Are you ready for more intensity?

I’m sure you’ll find your next task delicious. Make sure you have the time and privacy to enjoy it to the utmost.

When will it be done?

Be a good girl.

MC

He’d sent me my next task in a separate email. It involved watching several videos and masturbating to them. I was to report my reactions to him, and what do you know? I wasn’t supposed to come. All this orgasm denial was a slight pain in the vagina. I sighed, knowing I’d do his task anyway.

MC,

I did like writing the letters on my clit. Some words were better than others. I liked writing cumslut and the bondage words the best. I did feel a loss of control, especially because if it had been only up to me, I would have just fallen asleep. I do see the potential for sure and yes, I am looking forward to more intensity. I will have much more time coming up this weekend and over the rest of the summer. The rest of the week I may not be around as much because I have many things to do to prepare for the end of school.

~Sophie

I closed the computer and promptly fell asleep.

The school year ended with the fanfare of a sun-drenched field day, complete with water slides and snow cones. Our class also had a fun-filled end-of-the-year party at one student’s family’s farm, featuring hayrides, and the kids got to feed a baby piglet and new calf with a bottle. That last Friday I hugged my kids goodbye and wished them a great summer. The only thing that made it okay to bid farewell to all my darling pupils was how long the year had been, and how much I needed a break. Those last few days were so action packed that I almost forgot about MC and the way he’d invaded my entire and complete life with his kinky emails.

Almost.

When I collapsed on the couch late Friday night, a slice of pizza on a plate in front of me, glass of wine in hand, I read his latest missive:

Sophie,

I’m pleased you felt the loss of control, and I believe you have the potential to be trained and become a good plaything. I am looking forward to a phone session where your training will really begin to take hold.

I will be sending you on a shopping trip very soon to get some items you will need.

I also need a list of the hours you will be available to play.

NEW RULES:

1.) From now on you will address me as Sir.

2.) Every time you sit down at the computer to communicate with me I want a cock buried inside that cunt for as long as you’re online. Understood?

3.) Starting tomorrow, you will stroke your clit for thirty strokes each hour.

Be a good girl.

MC

Sir,

I want to ask permission for waiting to fill my cunt with a cock each time I sit down at the computer to talk with you until I have something that I can actually SIT down with in there. I only have one vibrator that has one of those clit rubbing attachments on it, and it won’t really work for that. However, I ordered something the other day that should work, and I’m expecting it to arrive by the end of next week. Is that okay?

I have been stroking my clit for thirty strokes each hour since I read your note this afternoon, even though you didn’t say to start until tomorrow. I have to admit I crave your control, your instructions, and I look forward to more time for training this summer. I finished my teaching job today so for the next few months I am free to play most any time that works for you. I live in the Central Time Zone if that helps.

~Sophie

It gave me a thrill to admit how much I looked forward to our time, and how much I craved his training. A part of me worried he might reject my enthusiasm, but I countered that by telling myself that everything he’d said up until now indicated that he wanted—expected—me to desire his training.

Sophie,

You are a good girl, and you’re starting to understand the process. Each task I send builds control and compliance, which I need to see because right now we are only building the necessary foundation.

I notice you addressed me as Sir, which is a good start.

Your seeking my permission also shows me your compliance and your desire to be trained.

I’m pleased you have been stroking that wet clit and hopefully it’s getting nice and tender, keeping you on edge and your cunt wet. I do, however, need more detail about the rooms you are playing in, how it makes you feel, how your body reacts, etc.

Remember, the more you give, the more you’ll receive.

You should know we have only scratched the surface, and there are many more challenges and tasks ahead.

Make sure you give me a graphic and detailed description of your video task.

You are becoming a good girl.

MC

The next day I emailed him.

Dear Sir,

I am staying wet and aroused the way you like. It is hard not to come when I want to play with myself in the shower. But I have held off and have been trying to focus on the business of getting clean rather than touching myself. Such a challenge. I bought pink and leopard print tape. Did you know it came in dozens of colors and patterns? I had no idea.

Thank you for spending your time training me.

~Sophie

Sophie,

The training is sinking in and I can feel you gaining trust and lust at the same time. The momentum will continue to build as long as you remain committed. I want you to stay wet all day, your tasks at the top of your mind. You must remain disciplined and not go outside the tasks like a greedy slut.

Yes I knew the tape came in many colors and I prefer red mostly, because in live sessions I like when my sub’s skin starts matching the tape. It sounds like the kind you bought will work well, and you will be using it sooner than you think.

I appreciate the thanks, but know you are earning my time by your sincere involvement and energy to the training.

Stay wet.

MC

CHAPTER NINE

The first day of summer vacation, I woke up with the plan to go shopping. The way MC talked, he must have expected me to be fully equipped with an entire closet filled with sex toys. Unfortunately the only one I owned was a Sex in the City inspired rabbit vibrator, complete with pink ears and nine different throbbing options, and even that I’d only acquired by winning a game at a racy all-girls wedding shower approximately five years ago. It had been used only a handful of times, though now I wondered why I hadn’t brought it out more often over the years. Certainly not because my husband kept me sexually satisfied.

But being on the verge of divorce gave me a new perspective on life. I had fresh hope for the future, and my body felt like Sleeping Beauty awakening from an almost decade-long bad dream.

After feeling undersupplied in the department of naughty accoutrements, I’d rectified some of that situation the week before when I bought two dildos,—one rubber and one that looked like a work of art made from glass,—a butt plug, and some practical cleaning supplies for them, thoughtfully suggested by my online shopping cart. On the docket today was a trip to the store to purchase items that could be converted into toys.

MC said I’d be able to find most everything at my local superstore. I breathed a major sigh of relief when I realized I wouldn’t have to actually go into a sex shop, though if he knew how embarrassed I’d be to do that, he would probably have given me the task to do it, so I made sure not to mention my anxiety in that department. Privacy and propriety were simply as ingrained in me as brushing my teeth every day. I might want to do dirty things behind closed doors, but I was still the same person I had been before I got involved in this new, extreme, ahem, hobby—a church-going kindergarten teacher (at least on Christmas and Easter).

After making myself a big pot of coffee and pouring myself a cup, I opened the message with the subject line: SHOPPING TRIP.

Sophie,

It’s time to take your submissiveness and put it on display in public. As you shop you will know what a dirty girl you are and maybe some strangers will pick up on it too, but the truth will remain your secret.

As you shop, you need a reminder in place, other than the articles you are shopping for. You will be shrouded in a deep, dark secret as you go about your business. Instead of your usual bra you will bind those sweet breasts with the duct tape I asked you to procure. Wind it around your body so that it holds those tits firmly in place. Wear a comfortable top and a skirt with no panties. You will need access to your fuckhole as you drive. I want you finger-fucking that cunt until you reach a red light, which will tell you to stop and remove your fingers. Once the light turns green, you will be back to fucking until you’re signaled to stop again by a stop sign or red light. You will keep fucking yourself until you get to your destination.

Most of the listed items will be readily available at a discount store but you may need to search elsewhere. As you select each item you will say aloud to yourself, “Thank you, sir.”

Once back on the road home it will be back to finger-fucking your sweetness.

When you arrive home you can release those aching breasts and write me about your experience with a cock inserted deep. In your response you will tell me what you believe is in my devious plans for each of the items.

If you believe you’ve been a good girl, you can take a shower and make yourself come hard.

WARNING: I have used this task before and believe me, your responses will tell me if you complied or not.

SHOPPING LIST

Small bag of 2” to 3” long wide elastic bands

Plastic spatula

Small plunger usually with a small red rubber end.

2 approx. 6’ plastic skipping ropes

Set of children’s wooden blocks

Roll of coarse twine (usually beige)

Clothespins

Pair of terrycloth wristbands

2 – 9” colored candles

Let’s keep the lust building.

MC

As I read his message, a tremor of anticipation rolled through me. Did he know just how important it was for my public persona to be that of a dignified, upstanding woman in the community? That I was just thinking about that before I read his email? He couldn’t have. He must be operating from the position that horny women who would agree to be submissive to a total stranger online would be the types who would be turned on by having a dirty little secret. I mean, that was the premise to the whole situation, right?

It didn’t mean he knew me.

I did as he asked, binding my breasts with the tape. It took more tape than I expected, and since I was worried about getting enough support for my D cup breasts, I may have overdone it. The result was a stiff, uncomfortable mass of tape that made one of my boobs start to ache before I even left for the store.

I threw on some clothes and drove to the big-box store in my neighborhood, finger-fucking myself all the way. The discomfort from the tape bra distracted me from finding much pleasure in the self-stimulation, but I followed directions, only ceasing when I stopped at the one stop sign between my house and the store.

Once I started finding items on the list, I mumbled, “Thank you, sir” each time I tossed an item into my cart, and to my surprise, it aroused me. While I perused the store, looking for things, my breasts ached even more. I was tempted to go to the restroom and rip off the tape, but I didn’t dare. After a while, the pain subsided, but soon it started to hurt again. I couldn’t wait to get home and remove that blasted tape bra!

As I crossed things off my list, I tried to figure out what MC would use them for. The elastic bands could be used to snap against my skin to cause pain. I wasn’t sure which kind he meant, so I got both the kind for tying one’s hair back and the rubber band kind. The spatula had to be for slapping. They didn’t have the plastic kind of jump ropes he requested, but I got two of them made from actual rope. If that wouldn’t work I’d have to find plastic ones somewhere else. I guessed those would be for tying me up. Just thinking about being bound made my heart race faster.

The blocks and the plunger? I had no idea. But the twine might be used for bondage, though it was kinda small. Maybe bondage for a Barbie doll… The wristbands, perhaps you tied them together with the twine somehow? I was scared the clothespins would be clipped to sensitive spots, like nipples, and the candles must be for dripping wax. They only had 8” candles in the whole store, so I got them. He said 9” ones, and I had no idea how much of a stickler he would be. I could envision myself returning them and having to visit sixteen stores trying to find 9” ones, or suffer the wrath of Sir. And even though I didn’t really know what that might entail at this point, I was pretty sure it would be undesirable.

On the way home, fucking myself was a turn on, and before I came back into the house I licked my juices from my fingers, feeling incredibly wanton. As soon as I brought my purchases in from the car, I removed my shirt and tore off the tape. It stung slightly, and left a tingly, tender-type feeling on my breasts for about ten minutes, and I was never so happy to put on a regular bra in my life.

I emailed MC my reactions, my guesses as to their uses, and told him that I found everything on the list except the blocks. I would have to go to another store to find those. At the end of the message, I added the following:

I wondered about your warning. Of course I would do this task. You needn’t question that. I am enjoying training, and I wouldn’t tell you I’ve done something if I didn’t.

Honesty is important in this process, on both sides. I think I behaved like a good girl. Now I’m really looking forward to making myself come.

Thank you, sir.

~Sophie

Sophie,

This shopping trip was a very good experience for you, and you performed well. Do you now have a better understanding of where we can go with your training?

You do need the blocks, and you will let me know when you have them.

For the most part you have a good idea of what the items will be used for, and the others will remain a mystery until we need to use them in a phone session.

I hope you made that cunt come hard today… you were a good girl so you earned it.

Here’s how a phone session will work. We will set up a time and date. I will supply you a set of instructions hours before we meet, and you will have everything in place, set to go, and be dressed as per my instructions. There will be no personal conversation about how we are, or the weather, etc. I will take you immediately into the session provided you are completely ready. If you’re not ready, the first part of the session will be all about punishment. Understood?

The best way to set this up will be using Skype without the video feature. That way you keep your privacy, there are no long-distance charges, and you have both hands free to do what is instructed.

You will need to set up a Skype account, which is free of charge. My Skype is MasterC. Let me know when you are set up with Skype and what your username is. We will set up a session for Wednesday or Thursday around midnight CDT.

Be a good li’l girl and look for your next task soon.

MC

My pussy creamed. A phone session. That meant I would hear his voice. What would it be like? Harsh? Deep? For sure. Sexy? Definitely. At least in my mind it was. I stripped down and floated into the shower. Thank God for handheld showerheads…

CHAPTER TEN

I waited until the next day to open my video task. My shopping trip the day before had only whetted my appetite, and I wanted nothing more than to do something naughty for MC. He mentioned the video task during my last week of school, but I had been too busy to do it. He asked me when it would be completed no less than three times, so I knew he was eager to hear all about it. After drawing the blinds, I set my laptop on my bed and read my assignment. I had yet to open it because the subject line read:

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL DAY YOU WILL COMPLETE TASK

You will watch all these videos, and before each one there will be a set of instructions for you to follow. Be sure to have a toy and something to hum that sweet clit as well as a butt plug. You will also need to wear an elastic band around each wrist. And no coming while you watch!

You will need about an hour to play.

I gathered the small lipstick-sized vibrator, butt plug, and flesh-colored rubber dildo that all arrived on my doorstep last night in a plain brown box. If I’d had to go into a store to pick those things out, I think I might have died.

1.) We need that cunt soaking wet to start your play, so you will follow each and every move the slut makes with her fingers in the video. She will show you exactly how to play as you mirror her with your fingers buried in your fuckhole. You will NOT come when she does.

I clicked on the link for the first video and watched as a naked girl with straight, dark hair played with her pussy with her fingers. First she toyed with her clit then slid her fingers inside her opening. She started with one then inserted the second one. I copied her movements. At first it was a bit of a yawn, but then my body came alive. As the girl traced up and down the length of her labia, so did I. My breathing grew shallower and my pussy began to drip. A burst of happiness exploded inside me as I realized that I was becoming as wet as MC wanted me to be. I continued to follow the girl’s movements, but I winced and tried to hold off my orgasm. It was especially hard to do what she did and not come, especially when she climaxed. But I managed it, mostly from using a lighter touch and by trying to think of other things like my grocery list. That might have been cheating, but I figured unless MC expressly forbid it, I could get away with it. He might be controlling my body, but I still controlled my mind.

2.) Get your cock out and fill that pussy. Ride that cock and squeeze and release with your cunt muscles time and again. Each time the li’l slut in the video gets spanked you will snap those elastics once on each wrist.

I pulled out my big rubber dildo for this one and placed a rubber elastic band over each wrist then turned on the video. I pressed PLAY then slipped the dildo inside me. It glided in readily because I was wet from playing with myself during the first video.

The second video featured a blonde girl lying on her stomach on a futon. Her hands were outstretched and tied down. Most of the action involved her getting her face fucked and her ass swatted. Each time the guy spanked her bottom I snapped the elastic bands on my wrists. This didn’t really hurt so much as it irritated me, because I was trying to follow the other instructions of riding the fake cock. For the most part this made me feel rather silly and I was happy when this video was over. Did this make me a bad sub?

3.) That cock stays in and you will work on your nipples. You will pinch, squeeze, pull, twist, and stretch to make those nipples ache.

The minute I saw this video I knew I would like this one better. It also starred a blonde, but this one was hogtied and it started with the Dom smacking her breasts with a crop. The first time he hit them, I felt my own nipples harden. Licking my lips, I lay back on the bed, secured the dildo into my pussy, and started playing with my breasts. I did everything MC said to do, watching as the girl in the video took a dildo in her throat. Her Dom said its purpose was to keep her from screaming. God, I realized I wanted something in my throat too. I had just lifted my thumb into my mouth when I heard the unmistakable creak of a door.

Was that on the video?

Before I could determine the answer, Spencer bolted into the bedroom, calling, “Sophie!”

He stopped about two feet into the room, taking in the sight of me naked, fucking myself with a dildo, my thumb in my mouth. Then a masculine voice barked, “I told you that was to keep you quiet, but I guess I’ll have to try something else.” I watched in horror as Spencer’s attention shifted from me to the video playing on my computer screen, which unfortunately sat at an angle that allowed him to see the woman squirming as the Dom, who had branded the sub’s pink flesh by spelling out the word “SLUT” in hot wax on her back, shoved his cock down her throat.

“Oh my God!” he muttered, then stepped back out of the room. “Uh, I’ll be out here,” he called from the hallway.

I quickly removed the rubber cock and threw it under the bed, slammed my laptop closed, and slipped on a robe. My face felt like it was on fire, and I wanted to crawl under the bed with the stupid dildo and just wait until Spencer left, but I knew that wasn’t possible. Instead I took a deep breath and tying the robe tightly around my shaking body, I marched right past a gaping Spencer, into the kitchen.

How the hell was I going to explain this? And why hadn’t I had the locks changed yet?