Virtual Play becomes Reality (Closed for Kit_Cartaii)

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"That's right bitch make me cum" I typed on my computer keyboard.

"Oh Master this one loves the feel of your hard cock blasting its life giving juice in this whores slutty face."

I smile as my avatar starts to spew virtual cum onto my collared submissive. She was my favorite. I had collared her almost two years ago.

I leaned back and smiled. "I have to leave now pet. You may go dancing, but wear my cum proudly" I will be back tonight. "May you continue to deserve your collar my beloved little pet." I type my usual sign off, and log out.

I sigh shower dress bus ride. Two unpaid hours of my life just to get ready for work...at a job that sucked.

As I went through my routine, I looked back on my life. I had planed to be a cop like every other male in my family. Then 9/11 happened. I joined the Navy, and became a Master at Arms. I loved the job, and my police recruiter promised me a job when I was discharged. Then I took an arrow to the knee. Literally.

Some dumb ass seaman got hold of a crossbow, and started robbing sailors in the street. I responded to an unknown trouble call, and getting out of my car I took one right through my left knee. Navy kept me until my EAOS, on a desk job, and gave me 0 disability.

But the wound was enough to medically disqualify me from being a cop. I tried to go back in the Navy but the wound which didn't qualify me for disability, did disqualify me from active service.

I took a job as a security guard applying for waivers from the police and Navy. Anything to get out of this dead end job. I was assigned to this condo complex in the heart of downtown Orlando. Within months I was in charge of the security team there.

I arrived at work, and relived the third shift supervisor. Minutes after I arrived the rest of my morning team came in. I sat at the computer station to review the past shifts logs and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror

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Not bad I thought, as I answered the phone. "Security, Sergeant Murphy."

"Those fuckin' spics in maintenance are looking in my windows again. Do something or I'll have your ass." I grimaced as the caller slammed the phone down.

"Rich Bitch?" Asked the parking lot rover who was checking in after his round.

I noded, and debated calling the building rover, but Kew I would end up dealing with her anyway. I stood up making sure my uniform was perfect, and went to her penthouse.

When the elevator doors opened,
she
was waiting for me. "Last week my kitchen this week my office. Are you going to report them or do I need to call your employer."

"Ma'am, I told you last week, the maintenance staff is replacing all outdoor light fixtures around the pool deck. Some of those are on the walls of your penthouse. They are not spying on you, their doing their job."

She grabs my arm and pulls me into her office. She points to Mario standing on a ladder. "Ma'am that brown thing in his hand is the old light. The new light is in the white box on the ladder. Now is there anything else I can do..." my voice trails off as I see a framed photo on her desk of my avatar from the interverse.

The picture clearly showed my avatar fucking some chick whose name I forgot, and my pets avatar being gangbanged by four of my friends. It was a virtual batchelor party for an online friend, and my pet was the entertainment. I remembered taking that screenshot, and emailing that exact picture to my online sub, ordering her to display it by her computer.

My mind was racing, it couldn't be...could it. I know she lived in Orlando, and was a lawyer... but her? My dick grew hard, as I thought about the possibilities. She was glaring at me waiting for me to do something, so I did.

I stepped close to her, and slapped her in the face. She drew in a breath and I whispered "May you continue to deserve your collar my beloved little pet."

She froze at the now familiar phrase. "Yes my pet, I am Sir Sailé on the interverse, and you are my collared slave who uses the name owned slut. Using racial epithets is not the way to be worthy of my collar. Especially when using 'spic' for an Italian."

She stands there frozen. I will be back later. Be here or your online activities will become public." I turn on my heel and leave before she can say anything to me.

When I get back to the security desk, the field supervisor is waiting. "How'd it go Rick?"

"I think Ms. Raquel Peidmont will be a lot easier to handle going forward". I told him. Smiling at my plans for our future.
 
Today started out amazing! This one had shown her master that she was his and was now free to be herself. Though what she was wasn't really all that different from what her master saw...until she hit the traffic and caught the rage. Though she could have shaken that off. It wasn't terrible her master loved her and she just needed to keep in mind what she was told. she had to be honourable to wear the collar. Overtime she could have gotten angry she fingered the small chain she was given by her master. It was her collar in real life. This kept her calm.

It was stupid for a woman such as herself to bring a game into real life, but in a weird way it brought her comfort. This was one thing she never had to control. In fact it was one thing she couldn't control, but that world was one of Pixels and one and heroes. In this world she was the master. She had built herself up in her law firm to the point where she had made partner and rarely went to the office, preferring to do everything at home. And what a Home! It was a massive building that one would pay hundreds for only a day. The minimum cost of a two bedroom house in this complex was over 400 Dollars, but well worth it. Today though as she walked into her kitchen to grab her customary cup of coffee she spotted a man. An Italian Spic In HER apartment.

She yelled and called security. The sergeant appeared and tried to calm her down. After a moment he drifted off staring at a picture her digital master gave her. Then without a word slapped her. Causing a huge red print to appear on her cheek. She froze her hand slowly reaching up to touch the bruise. What. The. Fuck? But then he said it. that on line that sent a chill racing down her spine. Her Masters line. What? He was real? Fuck...No! She was a strong woman. Unafraid of standing her ground. So as he left she let out a huff of a breath and went to the bathroom. She washed her face and took a shower, seething in anger, until I could do nothing but disobey and possibly fire the impudent man that had threatened her. Wait...He had told her he was going to broadcast her online activities. the mere mention of which could get her fired. "Fuck!" She screamed. Now he would have to face her. She would stay in, but she would probably kill him...Or set him straight and send his Ass running for the hills, but on the other hand she had promised herself to him...And although it was merely online she had been bought. She signed the unofficial documents and took his money. She couldn't break the contract. She decided she would see what He had planned. Maybe she could be obedient. As long as he doesn't push anything to far.
 
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Rick sat at his desk daydreaming the rest of his shift.fortunately nothing major happened. When his relief came in Rick handed over the building kes, and the walkie talkie. "I gotta go to the management office he said, I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Rick took the elevator to the third floor than ran up two flights of stairs, and took the elevator up to the penthouse. When the doors opened he called out. "I am here pet."
 
"Time to put on a show." She thought, fighting the urge to do great bodily harm to the idiot standing before her. "This one is here to serve you." She said. It was her usual way of speaking to him online, but it felt...wrong, evil even. She got on herknees in front of hint with her head bowed, standard procedure for this situation.

This position was also supposed to be done in the nude and although she wasn't wearing a bra or panties she was far from nude. Since he had left she slipped into a nice Black, knee length skirt and a white Blouse. For now she would play the part of a submissive, but would look for her opportunity. Maybe she could slap a sexual assault charge on him and get him sent to prison with little chance of parole. Law was her thing after all.
 
"Now my pet." he says unzipping himself and pulling out his penis. "You know that kneeling is only done in the nude. All rules I had for you inline apply in the real word too. This is the only time you will break a rue and be forgiven."

He steps forward waving his cock in her face. But you do know how to greet you owner don't you?"
 
She stared at the pens, feeling an all to familiar itch, but she couldn't obey this man, on the other had it was only a blowjob, But he was a pig! A rather hot pig with what looked to be a nice sized penis. She couldn't believe she was having this argument with herself, but it was making no difference.

"This one was taught by her master two years ago, how to meet a male." She said giving his penis a soft kiss. She did this without thinking and mentally hit herself. Now it would be considered prethought agreement. She couldn't claim sexual assault anymore Unless he shoved that penis inside her without her permission.

"I am sorry though sir. This one can Not do as you asked in these clothes." It was standard for a slave to meet her master in the nude and in this case it would give her time to think of a way out of this. She couldn't just say no, but maybe if she thought there was some way of by passing that.
 
"Then I Will help you dress properly." He pulls a pocket knife out of his pocket and flicks it open. "Now don't move, I don't want to hurt you...at least not yet?"

He pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt and away fro her body. He slipped the sharp blade into the shirt and slide it up, cutting off each button, one at a time.

Raquel flinched at each tiny clack when the buttons hit the floor. Once the last button fell off, leaving the blouse hanging open. Rick then slide the knife into the left arm at the wrist. He quickly cut the material all the way too the collar. He repeated this on the right letting the destroyed garment fall to the floor exposing your firm naked breasts.

Rick slid the flat of he knife into the waistband of your skirt. He carefully maneuvered it to the seam on the side. He then cut your skirt off letting it fall off your body, leaving you naked."

"Next time you refuse my command for any reason, you will suffer. Now..." he folds his knife and puts it away. Greet me as you were taught."
 
No more stalling. It was either do as he asked or suffer the consequences. She took a deep breath and with a practiced skill, brought on by toying with toys in whatever way commanded she slowly licked the very head of his tool and put her hand around the base. With a light squeeze it would restrict the cum just a little and cause a much more explosive orgasm for the male partner. None of her men had ever hated her methods before. Slowly she moved her head forward. The sheer will it took not to take her perfect teeth and bite down was beyond anything any human might be able to do, but etiquette commanded her not to. As did her master when first she was tamed by him.
 
Her skill at oral sex was almost as good as she described online. He sighed and took one of her nipple in his hand. He began to twist it enjoying her much on his shaft.
 
Finally that massive purple head was in her mouth. She loved this part and was about to have fun with him when he gripped her nipple. That surprised her and she sucked in a breath of air sharply. before Slowly returning to her work. She really had to focus now. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock once...twice...three times before moving downwards on his cock, allowing it to touch the back of her throat.
 
Rick loved this, he had no idea how hot being in charge f a sexy older woman was in real life. His other and caresses her hair, trying not to rush things.
 
She slowly grinned. It was obvious that in real life had no idea how to treat his slaves as he just stood there idly rubbing her head. She slowly took more of his cock in her mouth, But then pulled back. She had never experienced a deep throat in real life and today would not be the day to learn.
 
Rick continued pinching her nipple letting he get used to the new direction of their relationship. He was reminded of the Michael Litito quote when asked how he ate a plane...One bite ate a time... That was his plan start with a nice simple basic blow job...

By the time he was done with her, she would be totally under his spell. He continued to let her set the pace letting her think she was in control. That would change soon... very, very soon.
 
At this moment she was obeying him, but he would soon realize that she did this of her own free will. There wad not a person on earth who could break her. Besides maybe all this dumbass wanted was to feel the inside of a real woman's mouth. Maybe he was sick of dancing with his hand. She could play along for now. She would even swallow his load if he told her to. There was nothing wrong with that.

She slowly took his cock down her throat, it was huge! Pathway down her throat and she still could feel those balls against her delicate chin. She looked up at him and smiled before pulling all the way off his cock with a loud wet "Pop"

"Happy?" She asked about to stand and walk away from him. She was still in control and he would beg if he wanted more.
 
"Make me." I say as I walk away. "You owe me some clothes!" I yell over my shoulder before going into my room and closing the door. I leaned against it panting quietly. "Please Lord. Let him Make me..." I mumbled. I wasn't normally like this but just the idea of being forced to take that cock sent a shiver down my spine and into my core, causing my precious spot to warm quickly.
 
I was apoplectic. No slut had ever walked away from me lie that. Bitch would have to pay...

I walked to the door and kicked it open. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed. "Bitch I was gonna go easy on you, but fuck that."

I push my cock into her mouth not stopping. I was going balls deep. "As for your clothes, be glad if come tomorrow morning, you have a fuckin' washcloth to use."

I started to fiercely drive my cock into her mouth pushing it deep into her mouth. "And if I feel your teeth, I'll rip everyone fukin one out of your head."
 
I couldn't breath. I couldn't scream. My head hurt and I could't make a sound. His cock. His massive cock was pounding into my throat with the same force as a jack hammer. I couldn't...wouldn't do anything about the invading force.

I fucking loved it. I didn't have any control. Every part of me. Every part of my noble upbringing wanted to bite down so hard he lost his dick, But I couldn't. I didn't. I wouldn't. I was quickly becoming addicted though every part of my being refused to be Obedient to this man who was officially raping me, I still couldn't disobey.

Fuck...What was happening to me? I was the greatest lawyer there was and I was instantly reduced to a slave by this man.
 
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I was growing intoxicated by the power I had over this woman. Her oral skills needed improvement, but were satisfactory for now. I just knew my life had changed in new and exciting ways, and looked forward to many adventures with my pet.

I grabbed her head and pushed it down my shaft ignoring the gagging sounds as I drove it into her throat. Once her nose was buried in my pubes I looked down at her "Slut you are mine now, not only online but in real life. I own you and plan on being your full time Master. I will be moving in with you starting..." I glance at my watch "now."

I withdraw my cock and before you can speak, I ram it back into your throat.
 
I thought I would have a moment to speak, to fight with the words that had always been my friend, but you wouldn't allow it. You cock again slammed down my throat and I gagged again. I grew angry. I was great, amazing. The greatest lawyer possibly in the world, but now? Now I was slave to this man. I didn't have any real way of fighting him. I did technically put my signature on papers that made me his slave.

His cock slammed down my throat again and I let out a moan as it slid in without making me gag. Bad choice. I had just reduced myself to willing slave just by moaning. I would be in trouble now.
 
I began to fuck your mouth faster and faster, trying to make myself cum. I thrust myself into your mouth over and over, the pressure building. I began to grab and squeeze your breasts harshly, my fingers digging cruely into the soft skin.
 
With a pain filled moan I feel tears slip down my face as I stopped trying to make you stop and instead began using my tongue however I could. I made it slide over your cock, licking the tip whenever I could, determined just to make you cum and move on to the next thing. Maybe you wouldn't hurt me so much if I did more to please you.
 
Without any kind of warning, I shove my cock down to your stomach and with a grunt I begin filling you with my cum.
 
Then without warning he came right down her throat. She hadn't been ready for it and choked hard, Fighting hard to swallow his load, managing to swallow his huge load.
 
"Once he was finished cunning, now get me something to eat and drink my little slut" as he walked into the living room sat down on the couch picked up the remote and found some war movie to watch.
 
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