~TIME to PLAY~

[BLACK BART]

Sonja was a daring young lady. Like her name she was a fiery red head and had a temper and outlook on life to match. Tonight as most late nights she was sitting in front of her keyboard flitting from one site to another and having the time of her life at each.

She had in a short time made quite a name for herself. At each site she had registered as none other than “Red Sonja” and proceeded to prove she was indeed worthy of the mythical warrior priestess seen on video and pulp fiction.

Not to say she was cruel but she wasn’t exactly kind…

Deliberately and calculated she would introduce herself and leave enough details that would make even the oldest of men drool…Once she had them hooked she would begin to dare them to “prove” themselves in a series of ridiculous, self effacing stunts that would eventually prove they were love struck idiots…

And once they had reached the pinnacle of that idiocy she would laugh at them publicly and ignore them as if they were dirt under her stiletto heels…

There seemed to be a never-ending supply of hungry, wannabe lovers to Sonja and thus nightly she continued her fun with fresh, unsuspecting victims.

Until the night her screen flickered and instead of the site she had just logged onto came a violet background and three red, flashing words.

“TIME to PLAY”

Sonja was mildly annoyed at first. Then amused. Someone had come to challenge the “great” Red Sonja and had taken the game to her.

She moved her mouse over the “ENTER” button that flashed in the lowest portion of the screen and was amazed to see a picture of her own image sitting at her chair…

“WELCOME SONJA”

The screen flashed and she smiled watching the image reflect the same.

“That’s RED Sonja to you buckaroo.” She laughed back at the screen and hit the same flashing button.

This time it was different. It was a picture of her once again, but so deftly changed she had to study it before she realized the collar around her neck and the stunned look on her gagged face were carefully and precisely altered.

“So macho man thinks he can tame me, hmmm?”

Sonja chuckled and hit the button again, to see an image of her on all fours while the lower torso of a man pounded away at her from behind.

“Why don’t you show yourself so we can play?”

She hissed more than a little turned on by the movement on the screen…

"YOU FIRST"

The screen changed on its own volition so quickly Sonja blinked and looked to see that her own hand wasn’t on the mouse.

“What? Me first…what?” She laughed nervously not quite sure or steady…



The screen blinked and then flashed, returning back to its original entry point with the same intense violet background…


"TIME to PLAY"

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Looking for one female writer to join me in a VR paradoy of a possible RL paradox...PM me first and we'll get together on the details of what lies in wait for Sonja

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Red Sonja

The arousal that had heated her veins so swiftly, searing through her with the sensual eroticism of the figures in front of her cooled, leaving a chill in its wake as she pondered the words on her screen.

“Time to play…play what my clever little friend? And what is it I’m supposed to do first?” the thoughts whirled through her mind, her posture clenched taut with baffled curiosity and a faint wary unease.

With the unease came irritation. Was there menace to the nuance of those words or was it in her mind? Squaring her shoulders she took a deep breath, the full curves of her breasts straining the soft cotton of her skimpy shirt to its limits. This was her world, she was mistress and queen of the net and she was damned if she’d let some quirky stranger frighten her. Her fingers descended to the keyboard, her mind racing with responses…

 

[BLACK BART]

"SHOW ME"

The screen flashed and a tiny pair of eyes blinked under the crimson words.

"IF you dare"

The eyes still hung below the taunting phrase and then one eye closed and a lewd smile appeared as well as the cartoon like face winked...

"Or are you AFRAID?"

The screen winked bright white and then returned to normal...as if nothing had happened...or had it?

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Red Sonja

A shudder rippled over her as the command seared through her sending her mind scrambling for understanding. Show me. Her favorite phrase, the simplicity of the command masking the complexity of meanings that it held for her, the deep response that it brought out in her, an almost Pavlovian reflex.

But how could he know that? And it was a he, of that she had no doubt. Only a man could bring her temper to such a peak and still leave her titillated and intrigued despite herself.

“Show you what my new and fascinating friend? How have you gotten beyond my firewalls to this degree and what is it you want, I wonder?” her mind buzzed with a plethora of different responses before settling in to a delightfully challenging direction.

Her fingers flew over the keys pulling up his tracer and setting one of her custom tailored programs to follow it back to him. While it worked on that she pulled up some exquisite video footage of herself, gloriously wanton with abandon, riding her partner to a frenzy of teasing sensual climax, his cries echoing around her as she smiled down at him in smug triumph.

Cutting back to the images her mysterious intruder had sent, she cut out the collar he’d used, pasting it prominently around the neck of the young man beneath her in the video clip before blurring his features.

“The day you frighten me is the day I permit that collar around my own neck my challenging and mysterious new friend. Show you, hmmm….we’ll see who’s showing whom…” she smiled with satisfaction at the final product before wrapping it up in a tidy little program that would lay it out on his desktop as he’d done to hers.

The soft bleep of the tracer program drew her attention away from the program and she read the end results with satisfaction.

“Play with this, little man,” the defiant snicker was flung in the direction of her screen as she pressed the send button and sat back in anticipation

 

[BLACK BART]

"FRAUD"

The background had changed to yellow, the red letters hanging still in the middle of the page for a long sixty seconds before fading.

And then a picture appeared...A nude woman on her hands and knees, the veiw from the side as she was pounded by a man from behind...and the sounds of her mixed pain and pleasure coming over the speakers at Sonja's desk.

"THIS is what you deserve and want"

The words flashed again on the now familiar background.

The sounds of the woman being pleasured still came over the speakers...the sound of a mans hand hitting bare flesh mixed with it quite clear...and then it faded...as did the words and a new command followed.


"UNDRESS or GAME OVER"

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Red Sonja

His response was breathtakingly quick, her screen jumping to garish life before her fingers are even off the keyboard, rocking her in her seat, sending her tottering backwards on two legs of her chair to near capitulation.

Her eyes took in the angry red letters of the first word and widened, anger pulsing through her, molten and churning. The sounds of pleasure pain issuing from her speakers tangled their mental fingers in her imagination bringing a soft rush of erotic hunger with the anger.

“How would you know what I deserve…much less want,” her seething grumble fell on the deaf ears of her monitor while her body made it apparent that there was at least a bit of truth to the words. She shook her head with annoyance disregarding the pangs of desire but unable to block out the affect of the familiar and achingly welcome sound of a masculine hand on tender, feminine flesh.

“Undress or game over!” the command filled her with fury that was fueled by her own traitorous body, her glance falling on the cam and narrowing in momentary concern.

No…she shook her head as if to reinforce the thought…her security was the finest money could buy, put in by a friend of a friend, a master in his field… there was no way…she squinted again in the cam’s direction, her chin resting lightly on one hand as she considered the possibility.

Slowly, her thumb stroked the gentle curve of her chin, rising upward to play lightly with her full bottom lip. Her eyes pinned to the cam she wrapped her lips around it’s tip lightly before flicking her tongue out, playing erotic games of suggestion and thinking about her unknown intruder. She stuck her tongue out saucily in the direction of the cam before dropping her fingers to the low v-neck of her snug cotton shirt, ripping it’s neckline defiantly, releasing the voluptuous curves beneath it to the camera’s eyes…

“I’ve always enjoyed demanding men, you pervert…makes it so much more exquisite to hear them whimper and beg…how’s this?” she sat there with a smirk on her face feeling deliciously naughty and just faintly ridiculous, not believing for a moment that he could see her and yet…a part of her…hoping…waiting for his response.

 

[BLACK BART]

BORING

The word hung on the screen again and then shattered and spread into a million tiny fragments...

The sound of the woman being taken from behind began again...then grew louder until the meaty sound of the mans thighs ramming against her buttocks joined her grunts and moans in an odd, melodic rhythm.

Do you like what you hear?

The fragments reshaped themselves and danced about waiting for an answer…

“Yes damn you!

Sonja blurted out hotly and then skidded to a halt. The sounds had cut off suddenly and the room was dead silent…

“You CAN hear me can’t YOU?!?!

This time the words simply melted and the screen shined in the outrageous violet background for several long minutes. And then the sounds began again…and the words returned as well insisting on an answer.


DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU HEAR?

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Red Sonja

Staggered, astounded and taken aback she stared at the screen in front of her. As the words settled into her mind she laid an accusing glance on the cam and then the system in general, knowing that he could, in fact, see her and knowing that it should be impossible. A part of her wanted to shut down the system, break the link altogether.

Another part of her flared with vanity outraged. Boring was she? Her hands pulled away from the keyboard cupping the proud thrust of her breasts, playing with the button hard nipples, holding the heavy swell of each curve for his attention, her eyes viewing the picture she presented for him and reveling in her femininity.

She heard the sounds of sex in the background, her own hips tensing with each fleshy slap, her cheeks heating with hot color as she realized he could see the movement in her shoulders and the gentle sway of the curves in her hands.

DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU HEAR? The words glowed with a life of their own against the gaudy background.

“Yes, damn you!” her fingers dug into the lush mounds she held as dead silence hit her senses. “You CAN hear me, can’t you?” An accusing note, wary and astonished, colored her tone.

Leaning back in her chair, reining in the chill flicker of uncertainty that flooded her she stared defiantly into the cam. She let her eyes become heavy lidded as the sounds returned, feeling their eroticism, the sweet mix of the woman’s pleasure and pain, the lusty sound of bodies meeting hard in wanton abandon rushing through her.

Her hips moved against the hard seat of her chair without volition, her sex warming, swelling, responding to the sensual sound track despite herself. Her blush deepened, her shoulders straightening in rebellious non-challance, her lips parting, drawing into a grin of insolent amusement.

“Yes, I like what I hear,” she shrugged her shapely shoulders, dropping her hands from the full contours of her bosom, displaying herself …oh wait, her boring self, for his amusement, her eyes gleaming with challenge as the words rang out.

 

[BLACK BART]

BETTER

The screen flashed approval and then went dark...The sounds still coming through the speakers as Sonja continued to glare at the tiny eye of the cam sitting on her monitor...

Slowly two small circles began to form in the blackness of the screen, growing in detail and size as the volume slowly dimmed...


"Much better"

The circles had formed themselves into eyes and as the deep voice complimented Sonja's performance the eyes blinked open.

"You're quite defiant when you sit in front of the screen."

The observation came with a tinge of scorn in the baritone voice that delivered it...

"Though it must be difficult to not have the man you're teasing begging for your favors...isn't it"

One eye winked at Sonja and then held her gaze....waiting....

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Red Sonja

Better, hmm? With a soft snort of disdain she viewed the words on her screen. Subliminally she grasped the approval, her nipples and nether reaches responding in kind, her conscious thought arrogantly derisive. The formation of the eyes on her screen, slowly revealing themselves spooked her. Warily she watched them, glaring occasionally at the cam perched before her.

MUCH BETTER. Why, the cheek of him!

YOU’RE QUITE DEFIANT WHEN YOU SIT IN FRONT OF THE SCREEN

She couldn’t miss the sarcasm in his voice and bridled at his tone.

“In front of the screen or in person it’ll take a stronger man than you to tame me…” A light frisson of doubt licked at her mind, a sensual thrill stroking her body as the word “tame” rang out in her imagination.

She rocked backwards in her chair, long legs splayed beneath the desk as warmth flooded her. One hand lifted upward brushing aside the ripped cotton of her shirt, stroking a stiffened nipple to bring a low throaty moan spilling from her.

“Actually,” she mused out loud, head thrown back, eyes closed to better savor the sensations flooding through her, “I wouldn’t call it difficult. Different, yes…challenging most definitely and even a little….erotic.”

Satisfaction wreathed her lips as her fingers fondled the hard button of her nipple. Opening her eyes, their depths darkening with arousal, she waited for his next move.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Mmmmm, so the erotic qualities come from the fact what's happening is different and challenging?"

The voice had changed. Still baritone but yet somehow it gave the impression the owner of it was leaning forward as the words made a significant point...

"That would be one way of looking at it, yes." Sonja conceded a minute amount.

"A way you would be interested in....following?"

It was the mans turn to wait this time as Sonja mulled the question over in her head...her hands still teasing her body unconciously as if it were an everyday thing to do so...in front of a watching man.

"Perhaps"

A slow, dark laugh came from the speakers and the eyes on the screen narrowed.

"Come now Sonja it sounds as if you are...afraid."

The observation brought her hands away from her breasts and to the keyboard as if to type a scathing retort...and then the red headed woman laughed.

" I forgot... She confessed and then admitted. "But you're right in a way I'm afraid of the....unknown, and yet..

"Excited?" The voice finished for her...and paused.

Sonja say up and stared at the screen then the cam on top of her monitor...

"You're after something, aren't you?" She accused gently. "What is it?"

"Why Sonja it's you, of course..." The tone used as if it should be all too apparent.

"But I'm willing to offer something in return."

She smiled...everyone wanted something...and she now knew what he was after and had his weakness.

"What will you give in return?"

He chuckled...and then answered softly, as if whispering a secret to a lover...

"A journey to your arousal and fulfillment...one that won't bore you...and in the end show you what you're really made of."

It would have been comical in any other situation if a man had offered that line to her...but here she sat in her own home...nude..having fondled herself knowing he was watching but not from where...and they were talking intimately as if in a cozy, candle lit setting...

"And what kind of guarntees are there?" Sonja asked, curiosity getting the better of her as she tried to sort out what was just offered.

"None other than what we discussed Sonja"

She paused, her mind spinning over what she was getting herself into, her confidence in herself telling her that she could take care of herself in any situation...

"What do I have to do?"


The eyes shifted...not in size or position but clarity...somehow becoming more real...a tint of pale blue entering into the near center of each...as they studied the woman before him.

"There's a package taped under your chair. Stand up, undress completely...and then find it. Inside is a blindfold I want you to put on after you sit down."

Sonja inhaled deeply, the motion lifting her breasts and pert nipples in a erotic motion as she hissed the air out of pursed lips...

"And then?"

The voice chuckled...knowing she needed to know what would happen next and that he wasn't going to give it...

"You'll tell me how it feels"

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Red Sonja

‘This is insane,’ her inner voice screamed, adrenalin hitting her system hard, real panic flooding her. She sat back in her chair, hands clenched at her sides, eyes closed, shutting out the eyes on her screen.

‘Deep breaths,’ that other inner voice…darker, wilder and an inevitable herald of change and chaos in her orderly world. ‘Deep breaths…concentrate Sonja, feel it…follow it and taste the emotion coursing through you.’

Despite herself she found her mind focusing on the rush of blood through her veins, feeling the throb of hormones playing havoc within. She reached for control, deepening the quick, shallow pant of her breath, but unable to slow it down. Sonja focused on the feelings running amok, exploring the feel of each, chastened yet oddly piqued with the results. The metallic tang of panic was foremost but underneath fear’s coppery bite coursed the rich taste of anticipation, like dark chocolate and beneath that the sweet ripe blossom of sensual intrigue.

‘But he’s been in your HOUSE,’ the inner voice again, quelling the darker voice for a moment, her eyes popping wide open. The screen eyes met her gaze and her imagination, working overtime, saw a calm patient indulgence in them. She brushed away the ridiculous thought, hands lowering hesitantly to explore the underside of her chair.

The rustle of tape and the outlines of an envelope met her questing fingers and she shuddered with the implications. ‘This is the point in the movie where the girl gets up and runs, Sonja’ the thought whispers through her mind and is just as quickly pushed aside. She brought the package up onto the desk, placing it lightly on her keyboard.

Sitting, staring at it while the dark voice chuckles and smirks in her head. Irritation welling as she’s forced to concede that anticipation has overwhelmed fear.

“Yes, well, I hope you remember that only the virgins survive the horror flicks. No hope for you there.” She doesn’t realize she has spoken aloud until the slow, dark laugh - like molasses over smoke and whiskey - echoes quietly in her room. Her cheeks burn with hot color, her head jerking up, away from the package, drawn to the eyes on the screen. Some trick of light makes the screen shiver, the eyes bobbing as if the non-existant head had nodded.

Her fingers slid against the taped end of the package and his voice whispered a quiet warning, the word “no” making her freeze. On her screen the pale blue eyes had narrowed and she wrenched her own gaze away from them to scroll through the directions glowing on her monitor.

She read them…then re-read them and sat still for a moment. With a sigh she nodded her head, making up her mind and watched one blue eye close lazily, winking at her.

Cheeky bastard was the thought that came to mind, but it was the growing warmth of arousal and fascination that kept her quiet save a small nervous chuckle as she stood up, pushing the chair out of her way.

Sonja was proud of her body, its lithe, lean muscles and bold curves had drawn male and female attention from fifth grade forward. She put him out of her mind for a minute, bouncing on her tiptoes, reaching toward the ceiling with a graceful stretch that relieved some of the tension knotting the nape of her neck.

Emerald eyes met pale blue animation and she smiled, a nervous, edgy little twist of her lips. Shedding the last scraps of her ruined shirt she stood before him. Her fingers played down the valley of her breasts, stroking lightly over a tight, concave belly before falling to the snap of her jeans.

‘Not even a tremble,’ silently congratulating herself as her steady fingers released each button. She ignored the jeering voice of her darker half that mentioned the tremble in her belly threatening to become a wash of eager desire.

Over her hips the jeans slid, pooling around her feet leaving a brief scrap of black silk nestled against the apex of thighs. One kick and she was free of the jeans, turning her back to the glowing screen’s far to expressive features, presenting full, firm fleshed cheeks to his view, thin black silken thong dividing them.

Suddenly impatient with the game and her own hesitation she slid the black silk down, dropping it at her feet and turning back to sit before the stranger that had invaded her world and entered her mind. She pulled the blindfold from its wrappings and held it, suddenly trembling, shaking with uncertainty, her eyes sliding from the image on her screen.

“I….I can’t,” breathy, husky, her need battling with her fear and losing.

 

[BLACK BART]

Sonja hovered between two worlds. Trembled between the slightly tedious yet safe domain of known reality and the dangerous but erotic draw of virtual intimacy.

The being until now had been deliberately cruel. Each barbed comment carefully cast at the erotic woman in order to draw her closer to him.

But now she sat trembling, her eyes unable to rise and meet his, her body and soul laid open to his judgments.

He could as his own soul spurred him...be so cruel at this moment.

He could lay waste to her own ego as she had many in the past..

Leaving her image broken and weak within her mind and his...

As perhaps.... had been done to him and thus left him scarred...and cruel?

"You have naught to fear..."

The gently spoken quote spoke droves of his understanding of the frightening precipice Sonja stood on...how isolated and fragile a being she was at this moment… and how deep the depth of ones own painful dreams could be.

“But fear…itself?”

Sonja spoke the remaining words and yet still centered her attention on the black, silk blindfold that lay so cool and harmless looking in her hands.

“I’ll be with you, Sonja” The gentle voice reassured. “Each step of your journey.”

If she had lifted her eyes to look at the screen at that moment what would she have seen?

Would it be the scornful eyes of the taunting foe that existed minutes before?

May haps the lusting and burning orbs that greeted her when this discussion first began?

Or like the voice that now spoke to her, a more gentle and complacence being that could empathize….

Sonja would never know…for as her eyes refused to lift and meet the ones on the screen, her hands lifted the blindfold with her decision…

 

[Original_Cyn2]

sonja

Beneath the turbulent flood of emotions besieging her, beyond the rapid beat of her heart and the erotic surge of her blood, hot and feral in her veins, she sensed a calm tranquility that waited for her surrender.

“Yessss,” the dark imp gloated sibilantly inside her mind.

The rich sheen of the silk before her claimed her attention, hypnotic; a siren’s call summoning her soul. She knew where her fears originated. Not in the ephemeral façade of the virtual world. Nor, at this moment, with the intriguing stranger, a seductive barbarian at the gates of her own personal fortress. If she could find the strength, she would hand him that key herself.

Rather, it stemmed from the certainty that she was playing with fire; a fire that once lit could not be extinguished. The ecstatic moan of the dark imp and the frightened whimper of her inner voice collided in discordant anguish as she knelt poised on the edge of the abyss.

Time stood still and she trembled at the boundary, her senses in chaos. Questing within, she sought the pool of tranquility she’d sensed. Pushing away her doubts she immersed herself in it, armoring herself in calm determination, her fingers knotting the cool silk to her brow.

Pandora’s box, hidden deep in the heart of her psyche, sprang open, freeing the restraints that bound her deepest desires. She raised sightless eyes in the direction of the screen, her posture pleading blindly for his guidance, vulnerable as she’d never been before.

 

[BLACK BART]

Sonja was an erotic drink that the being behind the monitor took his time to drink in...

Her hands rested on closed thighs as she leaned slightly forward and trembled...

Her breasts gently dusted with freckles swayed invitingly...moving up and down with the short breathes she took.

Her demeanor had changed in an instant. From defiant to submissive...from challenging to accepting.... and her body had softened on the exterior along with it.

The change made her all that more desirable...intoxicating...

Feminine.


"Open your legs Sonja"

The lust dripped from the deep tones of the voice as it commanded action.

"And trail those nails up your thighs until they reach your sex."

Her first command to obey...Her first action not thought out by her own mind...One in the beginning of a long series she would be powerless to defy once she began...

The red painted nails left tiny trails up the open thighs...then stopped at the coifed mound nestled between trembling legs...

"Tease yourself Sonja" the verbal command came again almost as if in an incantation...

"But DO NOT enter yourself until I command. Do you understand?"

"Yesssss, Mass..." Sonja began her reply and then stopped as the word slipped out...

And the being chuckled softly, darkly...in approval.

Master?

Sonja leaned back and her head nodded, her legs parted wide as she toyed with the outer lips in slow, teasing motions.

"Yessssss" [/B]

Was it a deep breath she heard or one of her own...Perhaps there was more than one person getting aroused...

"Place your left fingers inside your sex and continue...my pet"

The command came with a small endearment...

"Use your right hand to tease your nipples"

The hands moved quickly in compliance, the body eager to please and thus be pleased...

"ACKNOWLEDGE my commands my pet.

The voice grew stern...knowing the mind too must comply for the change to be full and complete...

"Now tell me what you are feeling...inside...and out."

 

[Original_Cyn2]

sonja

Sonja felt herself drowning in the grip of so many sensations…want and fear, need and apprehension, curiosity and doubt….

She’d been this route before, with a man who’d taught her respect and to respect herself….taught her honor and the definition of the concept, so much more than the word. He’d taught her about herself…shared so much of himself they’d felt as one… and then things had ended. Pushing the raw, tragic thoughts from her mind, she admitted she'd pursued a different trek from there….but unsurprisingly, found herself back at the fountain that had originally tantalized every sense.

“Open your legs, Sonja.”

She'd done so without thought, responding easily to the command. The next one was no harder, shimmering blood red nails leaving light trails over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, feeding the hunger within her as they stopped at the warm, hungry lips of her sex.

“Tease yourself, Sonja.”

She felt the ripple of arousal from her toes to the aching tips of her breasts, her fingers playing lightly with the eager flesh of her labia, feeling the soft well of moisture between them, seeping over them, coating her fingers. Her hips lifted in response and she felt the hard edge of her nails trail between them, teasing the entrance to her sex, as lips wreathed in a soft sigh of contentment. She barely heard, much less understood, the soft acceptance that issued from her lips in the acknowledgement of his supremacy.

“…inside your sex and continue, my pet.”

For the first time she shivered, a frisson of fear tinting her responses as the endearment stroked her mind, provoking the response that he knew it would. What did he want? More, much more, than he’d admitted, of that she was sure. She shuddered beneath the sweet response his words evoked, dipping her fingers against the tight muscles circling the entrance to her sex, caressing their tense, eager response, her hips bucking to provide deeper access. Her other hand played lightly over one breast, then the other, taunting the swollen, hardened nipples that stood at attention for him, for his pleasure.

She heard his demand and smiled, a radiant smile that acknowledged her surrender, her decision to give herself to the gentle, determined and intoxicating demands of the stranger behind the screen.

“Yes, Sir,” calm but breathless, radiating the exquisitely sensual submission she offered him.

For a moment, a very long moment, she struggled with his wish for verbal concession, struggling with the words to describe her feelings and the modesty that held them back.

“Oh God….I…I feel like there is nothing beyond this moment, beyond You and the way You make me feel. I don’t even know Your name and all I want to do is please You, hear the smile in Your voice, the approval. I want to do whatever it takes to feel Your encouragement, to hear the excitement and the quiet satisfaction beneath Your words…I want You to want me…the way I need You….”

Every word was true, from her heart, from her soul…and she knew he would recognize that. Satisfaction flooded her, contentment and anticipation over the next step taunting her senses as she waited, quietly, for his response.

 

[BLACK BART]

The screen shimmered and flashed again. The garish background color coming and then just as swiftly leaving leaving the monitor blank.

If Sonja wasn't blindfolded her eyes might have opened wide in surprise as the area around the hard eyes began to form, individual features appearing as the background assumed the color of charcoal, the shape of a nose, ears and finally... a mouth that curved slowly upwards at the edges.

If she weren't deliberately blinded she might have seen the surprise that flitted across the eyes as the being came to the dual understanding Sonja was no novice to accepting direction from a Master as well as her previous experience possibly being the reason she was so cruel to her would be lovers now.

"Bring yourself to the point of climax... pet."

The words stayed level in tone not betraying his glimpse into Sonja's past or the understanding of it....

"And tell me who you serve."

 

[Original_Cyn2]

sonja

Sonja felt her other senses sharpen, almost painfully, with her lack of sight; her ears straining, her skin so sensitive she whimpered. Intuition painted his acceptance, along with the brief sense of surprise, on the canvas of her mind, settling in deeply with satisfaction. He understood.

One hand continued to tease her sex, swollen and eager beneath each stroke as she lifted her hips from the chair, encouraging her own caress to deepen, to strengthen, to taunt. The other strayed to the hard, aching tips of her breasts, first one, then the other, stroking, pinching, cupping the full swells of each breast.

Quickly, so quickly it brought the warm heat of confusion to her cheeks, she felt her body respond, each caress bringing her closer to fulfilling his expectation. Her hips bucked to meet the wet, slippery fingers that slid over swollen lips between the dripping folds, sliding upwards. Each stroke brought her fingertips over the throbbing nub of her clit, bringing sighs and whimpers, moans and cries spilling from her lips.

“Oh God…yes!” The words are wrung from her in a delirium of erotic enticement, her body straining for more. “Oh…yeah…oh, please…” her hips buck off the chair, the slick suck of her pussy audible to them both as she thrust her fingers deep.

Climax hit her hard, fast and ridiculously quickly, her breath echoing around her in husky pants, soft moans and deep sobs greeting him, announcing her surrender.

“I..I might…serve You, Sir…”

 

[BLACK BART]

It was a moment stolen in time...

Sonja's body was precariously perched on the chair, buttocks resting on it's edge, shoulders braced to the backrest behind, her one hand resting over her satiated sex while the other hovered over a swollen and reddened nipple...

It was a look any sculpture or photographer would gladly pay millions for and once recorded in clay or paper deem it...

Priceless.

But it was a private showing. The pair of glowing eyes hovered on the screen drinking it all in, the entire picture.... the tiniest detail down to the drop of sweat that hung on Sonja's nipple and then fell to the soft skin of her belly and trickled down to join her hand...

And for one it was less than perfect...

"Might?"

The word hung in the air, as had the tiny drop...

Only as it settled it stung as if an acid...

"After the intimacy we've shared and the pleasure I've granted you?"

Sonja shifted on her seat, drawing her exquisite body back to a more stable setting as a sigh came over the speakers and surrounded her...

"But fear itself...."

And so it seemed Sonja had hurdled rapidly past all goals and then stood trembling on the final and most important one...

"You are such an exquisite specimen Sonja...so finely formed inside and out...but flawed...

Sonja now sat in the supine position, hands quietly placed together in her lap as she blindly listened to the words and trembled...

"Not from your choice or actions Sonja...but from the hand of another...and with that weak hand it left a scar on you that only you can remove...

The voice.... so dark and threatening had softened...not to the point where one might call it gentle...but to a level where it might be described as understanding...observant...impartial.

“For us there can be no “might” Sonja…no barriers between us…You must give completely…willingly…and without fear to me…Then and only then can I help you heal that scar…and guide us to our new life…together.”

The eyes faded unknown to the woman who sat quietly waiting…the screen returning to a normal blue hue that would have shown Sonja in another light…if eyes were watching…for long minutes she sat quietly wondering if in fact HE had left her…

And then that question was answered and a new one put in its place…

“Is it that you are unwilling, pet? Or simply overwhelmed by the fear? In faith I will offer you one more test… to place yourself in my hands…and out of…his.”

A printer hummed to life…the paper sliding from it containing a short but explicit list of instructions…and then it too fell silent…leaving the woman truly…alone.

With but one link to her possibly new future.