Careful What You Wish For(Closed)

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To: putmeonmyknees@deepdarkdungeon.net
From: Master2U@deepdarkdungeon.net

Dear cyber slave,

I was pleased, as always, to hear from you this morning. I do so enjoy knowing that you get up each morning, and detail your lewd dreams to me. A true pity the situation, as I would love to make these happen for you in reality, not just some dirty chat over the internet – but what can we do?

Your sordid tale from last night's dream almost has me wishing to reward you already. Almost, you know I am not so generous, nor would you like me to be. No you will still have to earn your right to cum tonight my online slut. Tonight, before bed, You will open that box of toys that I know you hide from everyone else in your life, and take out a vibrator and the dildo you say hardly fits in you. You will get on your knees, deep throat the fake cock, pressing it to a wall, and use the other toy to get yourself off – all after you call me so I can hear your muffled screams, so be sure to use the headset on your phone.

Just call up, and begin as soon as it stops ringing, you need not speak, nor should you be able to. When you are done, hang up and get online, I will be waiting.

Enjoy your day my digital fuck toy!

Crystal smiled, closing the browser page on her laptop. She felt oddly giddy, happy that her email had pleased him. They'd been pursuing this digital dom/sub relationship for months now... nearing a year, in fact, and she had done everything in her power to keep him happy with her, to be the best submissive she knew how to be. And admittedly, she did not know much about it... He'd been "training" her throughout most of this. They'd met in a chat room on a BDSM related website after she'd let her curiosity get the better of her.

Of course, Derek, her boyfriend, didn't know about this side of her. And neither did her family or any of her friends. They were all very... What was the word they used in the scene? Vanilla. Yes, very... very vanilla. But all that was fine... As long as she had this little outlet, she could explore the darker side of her desires and no one ever had to know.

Standing up from her computer, she made her way into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, adding in milk and sugar and setting it to cool a bit as she went to finish getting ready for her day at work. Her hair was already done, up in a french twist, the soft strawberry blond locks shining slightly as the light hit them. She already had her bra and thigh high nylons and thong on, she only had to pull on her skirt and blouse before she could head out.

Even as she grabbed her briefcase and keys and headed out, her coffee in a travel mug, her mind returned to that email, and what she would be experiencing for him over the phone that night. She was so excited, she'd soaked her panties and her nipples were hard by the time she reached the office. Oh well... Nothing to be done for it now. She refused to cum and break the rules anyway, even if he wasn't there to enforce them.

Dave sent off the e-mail and could not wait for his online slave to get home that night. He could picture her there, since she had sent photo's of what she looked like, in the position he had instructed. And she would do it, he knew. She was so compliant about it all! He knew she had to keep it a secret, and that there was another man in her life, but when she logged on, she was his, and he loved that fact.

But he always wanted more, and he began chatting her up, initially, because she was so new, so naive, and so curious. He had originally planned to have her in the physical sense by now, but that was her one sticking point – she was not interested in meeting. She wanted her naughty habit safely tucked away into the anonymous internet, never to inconvenience her life.

This of course pissed him off, and he set out to change all that. He;d had enough information on her by now to have actually gone where she was hanging out on several occasions, always careful to make sure she didn't see or recognize him. Essentially he was stalking her, but as he saw it, she was his anyway, she just did not yet know to what extent. She soon would be made aware.

Dave had spent the last few months saving up the money to take some time off, and build up a personal little dungeon in his rural house. It started in the cellar, but fast took over his bedroom and the spare as well. Should all go well, he figured he might convert the barn, since he only had one horse. He chuckled at that thought, much like his the European Dom's seemed to enjoy, treating their submissive like livestock.

Soon, very soon, he would simply collect her one day, and begin a new chapter in her 'exploration' of her desires – and he would have his sex slave.

One boring meeting after another... Stacks upon stacks of paper work to be looked through and filed. Sometimes, working for a law firm could be really exciting. She especially enjoyed helping the actual lawyers do the leg work and research for their cases. But days like today? Well, her mind was so preoccupied with her Master's email and what he wanted from her that night, that she found herself lacking the ability to really focus. Thank god there wasn't anything too important to do today!

After filing away the last report she'd managed to get filled out and putting the rest into her briefcase as "take home" work, Crystal sighed and leaned back in her chair, stretching. Her petite little hourglass figure was something that made quite a few people(men and women alike) stop to stare, but she didn't notice the eyes on her from the people in the large, open area of the place around the glass windows looking in on her office.

With a sigh, she stood, grabbed her briefcase and her now empty(five times over) coffee mug, and made her way to the door. Hips swaying, her heels clicked against the short carpet of the office as she walked. "Have a good evening, everyone!" the red-blond haired woman called before she disappeared into the elevator with the small crowd already congregated there.

As she stood there, she tried to ignore the close quarters, the way the man behind her kept bumping her thigh with his briefcase. What would her Master say if he knew about a stranger touching her? She couldn't be sure... his possessive side wasn't something they'd really discussed in depth before, at least not in that particular manner.

Deciding to make her way down the street to a small cafe to pick up food, she sighed and checked her voicemail. Derek wasn't going to be able to see her that evening... again. They'd had a recent rash of nasty thunderstorms in another area of the state, and he was a supervisor for the teams that were sent out to restore power to the areas that lost them. He loved his job... but sometimes it was tedious when he had to cancel a dinner date.

Walking into the cafe, she found a table and sat to wait on the waiter to come take her order, even as she pulled out one of the files she needed to work on. Something.. anything to keep her mind off the ache between her legs, the tingle in her clit, the way her stomach clenched and her body shuddered at the thought of what she was supposed to do that evening.

The day drug on, as most did when he was waiting to hear from his online play thing. His job was tedious enough, though it paid well, and a few wise investments meant he didn't want for much except more time, and his online slave to become very real, very soon. Finally all the months schedules were written and the time sheets checked so payroll could be approved, and he happily departed the data center where he was a middle manager.

Dave drove back home, struggling not to loose his cool through the slow traffic, and finally arrived and ordered – being in no mood to face more people again. He knew she wasn't online yet, and the waiting was killing him. Deciding to get comfortable while he waited, the online Dom poured himself a glass of brandy, changed into silk pajama pants, no shirt, and began to play back all the recordings he had made of her phone calls.

He had to stop them when the phone rang, and was eager to hear from the person on the other line. It was not her yet, but the rental car company, confirming his reservation. He wasn't dumb enough to abduct someone in his own car. That reminder of how soon his plan would be set into motion. This weekend he wouldn't have to jack off to the sound of her voice, or her lewd e-mail confessions of the things she had done at his command. This weekend, she would really be his.

Crystal ate and continued to work on the files in front of her for a long while. Before she knew it, she was glancing at her watch and it was time to go home. She did, afterall, have a few things to get ready before she made her phone call to the man who somehow managed to make her shy and demur while at the same time filling her with a wanton lust she never thought she'd feel. Gathering her things, she left a tip on the table before leaving, making her way home.

The door to her apartment was closed and locked behind her before Crystal had even put down her briefcase. Finally though, she lay it on the counter in the kitchen and, stripping her clothing as she walked, made her way to the bathroom.

The shower was started and soon she was shaving her legs, and her pussy, until she was sure that not a single troublesome hair remained on her smooth, porcelain skin. She took her time rubbing lotion into her skin, all the while careful to keep her hair from getting wet. When all was said and done and she was shaved, lotioned, and her hair brushed out to fall around her in soft waves, she made her way to the bedroom clad only in a silk robe.

She pulled her box of toys from under her bed, finding the large realistic looking dildo and one of her favorite vibes, one that fit inside of her without stretching her too much. She lay them on the floor along with a pillow, and went to get her phone. When she was ready, the vibe between her legs though not on, just barely low enough to not be inside of her, and the dildo held against the wall, she dialed his number.

As soon as the ringing stopped, her fingers switched the vibe on, and she slid the large cock into her mouth as she moaned. Soon she was riding the vibe, which was wedged between the folded pillow and her body, allowing her to move up and down on it while at the same time she was sucking the cock, taking as much of it into her mouth before she'd finally have to stop because she was gagging.

She continued to deep throat the thing as much as she could, though she'd never been very good at the task, and at the same time was moaning and screaming passionately around the toy as she fucked herself with the other one. She was close... so close...

The closer she got, the more ravenously she sucked the cock in front of her, her eyes closed as she imagined it was his. She bounced harder on the vibe, her fingers toying with her clit as she kept him on speaker phone to avoid having to hold the phone and two toys at once.

It wasn't long before she had to pull back from the dildo in her mouth to cry out, her juices gushing around the toy buried inside of her. After a few moments of whimpering and trying to regain her bearings, she hung up the phone and took a moment to clean off both toys and wipe the insides of her thighs clean to avoid messing up her furniture. She slid her robe back on, and then went to the computer, logging on.

Dave logged in, the familiar account of Master2U, at their favorite website, and created a private chat room as he waited for her to sign on. It wasn't long, and he smirked at thinking what she did with those few minutes – likely clean everything up and hide it away from the eyes of people in her life. He hated how people had to hide their desires from society. What happened between consenting adults should not be anyone else's worry – but no, there were 'popper' things to be done and said, and certain things one never, ever admitted to publicly.

But what concerned him more was what his online fuck toy would admit to herself, when faced with the brutal reality of. When it stopped being something safe she could hang up on, and there, in her face, seeing her every reaction. But his thoughts came back to the moment when he saw putmeonmyknees log in and promptly join his chat channel, using a password only she would know - 'slutcrystal'. He thought again what a naive little thing she was in giving her real name.

They immediately began to chat, him giving her the proper praise for what was, in all reality, an amazing performance. After he was certain she felt a great pride in her lewd deed, he began to run through other scenarios he might, one day subject her too – mostly just teasing to keep her horny.

Then, as the night wore on, and he could tell she was getting tired, though knew well never to admit it to him, he tried it one last time, just to test the waters:

Master2U: I really should just come pick you up and take you home one day my delicious slut.

He waited, curious, for her response.