I was stalking her. She was 5’5” with light brown hair, eyes that could pierce your soul, an olive complexion, and had just enough meat on her bones to give her 34D breasts justification for being there. She wasn’t an athlete by any stretch of the word. She probably never worked out and had given up on loosing that 10 to 15 lbs that would put her on par with the beauties of her age. For me that was part of her allure. She had that touch of geek in her that after school specials said made you special. Raised on stories about how a person should be ok what with they have.

I was probably stalking her. She was in my training class at work. My name was further down the list on the information sheet so when it was passed around I copied her phone number and email address down. In the old days these were things you’d be able to get from a trusting friend, maybe that same friend would act as an intermediary between us to bring us together. Those were the old days. These days people had all that information shared with the online masses under the guise of anonymity.

I’m not stalking her. I’m helping fate along. Sooner or later we’d have struck up a conversation and get to know each other. It might be a year down the road though. Who sticks with an entry level job that long these days anyway. What if I said the wrong things during the first conversation? I couldn’t mess up my one chance at a first impression. So I look.

I know where she lives. I can’t believe her phone number is a land line. How old fashioned. Who even does that these days? It’s a good sign though. It means she can’t be too clingy. It could also mean she doesn’t have a phone of her own. What if it is a family phone? I check.

She lives with her parents. Still sheltered. The house is registered under her father’s name. So much for a late night visit by her place to surprise her. Her e-mail tells me more. The entire address is usually meaningless. I don’t want to mail her. I want to know her. I find a small gold mine. Live journal, my space, and recent singles posting on CL. The name she used is the same as her AIM and Yahoo! screen names. The profile associated with them is pretty barren but I add her any way. She’ll want to message me after she gets to know me.

After work I scroll though her journal entries and read the comments on a few of them. Some guy seems to have a thing for her but he is states away. He doesn’t even count as competition. Her my space photos are mostly of her in doors. I think it’s her room because of how messy it looks in the background. The journal covers only the last year. I know her likes and dislikes, I know her favorite movies, bands, and books. With every little bit of information I read about her I find my expectations growing instead of being let down. All I need to do is set up the perfect first meeting.

She likes the arcade in the mall close to our work. I buy a card to the arcade and carry it with me where ever I go. She noticed.

“Isn’t that to the Full Tilt just down the street?” she asked.

“Yea,” my mouth goes dry and for a moment all I can see are her searching eyes. What does she know about me? Does she have a tracker to see who visit’s the sites? Does she know? What if she knows? She’ll think I’m some kind of freak. I need to say something.

“I go over there every so often and try to get a high score on the change machine but the highest I can get is 4 tokens for a dollar.” Did she smile at that? Why does she look confused? This isn’t how it was suppose to go. I was suppose to complement her.

“Tokens? You’re holding a token card in your hand… What are you talking about?” she said. Her head tilted a bit as if viewing me at a different angle might straighten me out.

“Your shirt looks good.” God, I might as well say I was staring at her breasts. I should have looked. I might have seen that she was wearing a plain black t- shirt. The words that saved me came to me almost unnaturally. “Is the logo in ultra violet or some other spectrum not visible to the human eye?”

She laughs. The world continues to turn. I can breath again.

“Plain black. They were on sale at Wal-Mart and I think even they are too cheep to brand colors. I’m sure if you look close enough at the tag it might say owned by crayola.” She nodded to my card. “What kind of games do you like?”

I was in. I knew the right answers. I even put in an extra one that I did like but wasn’t on her own list. Break was soon over and I had made my first impression. We really were destined for each other. That night I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I went to my computer and pulled up a picture of her. I watched her, wondering what she was doing in her room, and if she was thinking of me. I saw on my messenger she was online but she had yet to give me her screen name in person. I checked to see if she was in a chat and found myself in a role playing room. I worked feverishly to create a new screen name and then messaged her.

Citizen23: You like to role play?

Geekongreek3: Sometimes. It’s a nice escape from the world. I sometimes wish I had been born back when the world was still new.

Citizen23: Why?

Geekongreek3: Everything was out there to be discovered. Being a traveler was a real profession. Fighting the good fight and slaying the dragons.

Citizen23: I don’t remember seeing dragons in the history books.

Geekongreek3: If I get to dream about the unreal I get to make the rules.

Citizen23: Is that what you like to rp?

Citizen23: Before there was technology?

Geekongreek3: So much more than that. The fun of being swept off my feet and the attention… It’s like being the center of your very own little world. No consequences, no responsibilities, and if someone pisses you off it’s instant iggy.

Geekongreek3: I can really cut loose and do things in RP that would scare the hell out of me in real life.

Citizen23: Like what?

Geekongreek3: What do you think?

Citizen23: Your profile says you’re 21. You probably go out at night and sow your wild oats and then come online to be the straight laced girl no one would expect.

Geekongreek3: yes, except everything backwards.

Geekongreek3: It’s much safer to sow my wild oats online and be the girl my parents want me to be irl.

Citizen23: *grins* Oh you’re a wild girl online? I find it hard to believe.

Geekongreek3: Maybe for you, but I can get pretty wild and kinky under the stars of a pre electronic age. Back when they still allowed user rooms I was a queen of group play.

Citizen23: Group play? What kind of stuff are you into?

I had to get up and walk away from the computer. I had a hard on that could pound nails and I was talking to the wild side of the girl of my dreams. I didn’t even have to close my eyes to envision her naked at the keyboard. Maybe she had a laptop she took to bed with her so she could stay under the covers. My messenger buzzed to catch my attention. I had to scroll up to read from the top.

Geekongreek3: Well orgies of course.

Geekongreek3: I like bites and scratches.

Geekongreek3: Whips and chains. Handcuffs and scarves. Candles and wax.

Geekongreek3: A little master and slave. I don’t like to be Dom.

Geekongreek3: Some times if I feel real kinky I let the BDSM get heavy.

Geekongreek3: Are you there?

Geekongreek3: Did I scare you off with talk about pain?

Geekongreek3: BUZZ

I mute the volume on my computer and hit the space bar to show typing while I tried to think of what to say.

Citizen23: Sounds like the American dream. *grin*

Geekongreek3: Maybe not that of every American but something about being totally dominated just gets me excited.

Citizen23: You want it to happen in real life?

Geekongreek3: Probably not. It is really scary.

Geekongreek3: But I do have one fantasy…

Citizen23: *Rubs your shoulders* Do tell.

Geekongreek3: Mmmm that feels nice

Geekongreek3: Sometimes when I am alone with the shower head in my bathroom I have these really dark fantasies.

Citizen23: *slowly nibbles on your neck* What happens?

Geekongreek3: *Shivers* I am spread eagle in a room. My body is pierced. Tits, clit, lip, belly, ears, nose, and everything. All of it pierced.

Citizen23: *nibbles on your ear* Then what happens?

Geekongreek3: Ohhhhh that’s my secret spot.

Geekongreek3: I struggle against the bonds. I lift my head just enough to see a mirror so I can see the new metal going though me… and the words written on me.

Citizen23: Someone wrote words on you? What did it say? *pulls your shirt over your head to rub your bare back*

Geekongreek3: *I raise my arms to help* On my body is every screen name I ever let fuck me. I can’t see them clearly enough to make them out but I know. My darkest fantasy is about my online past catching up to me.

Citizen23: *hands slide down to your ass and start massaging your perfect rear* But that sound’s lonely… someone has to be there. Who tied you down?

Geekongreek3: Someone is there with me. I can’t see who he is but I know him. He is my master, my keeper, my punisher, and my lover.

Citizen23: *spreads your legs as I pull your clothes off* Sounds like you really want that to happen.

Geekongreek3: *arches my butt off the bed to help* Never. It’s so forbidden because if someone ever found out I’d die on the spot. Someone like that would have complete control of my life.

Citizen23: *runs a finger along your slit and brings the tip to my mouth to lick* Is that so bad?

Geekongreek3: *moans softly* I have a job. I want to move out of my house. I don’t really have a plan but I know what I want… I can’t have some guy come along and ruin all that. It’s too final to ever happen.

Citizen23: *continues to rub your slit and occasionally your clit* True. You wouldn’t want a guy to torture you and remind you of all the dirty acts you’ve done.

Geekongreek3: *grinds my hips against your fingers* Now you are just trying to get me worked up.

Geekongreek3: It’s working.

Citizen23: *slowly slides a finger inside of you* Well it does feel rather wet. What would your master think if he had to add another name to your body? Would you have the space?

Geekongreek3: *Whimpers loudly* stop or you will make me cum before you even fuck me. *pulls on your shirt*

Citizen23: *I work my finger faster in your pussy* Now now… who said you could cum? Would your master let you get off so easily?

Geekongreek3: Mmmph! Can I please cum? I promise to be a good girl the rest of the day. Just let me cum. I need to cum or I’ll scream and wake everyone up.

Citizen23: *squeezes your clit between my thumb and forefinger* On one condition.

Geekongreek3: *lets out a small cry* Anything! Beat me! Cut me! Rape me! Just let me cum!

Citizen23: You have to go with out a bra for 24 hours. I will know if you cheat.

Geekongreek3: *whimpers and I bite my lower lip* But I have D cups. Everyone will know I’m not wearing a bra at work. Please let me wear a bra at work. I’ll wear clothes pins at home to make up. Please?

Citizen23: No. Do as I say and no cumming till then. Wear a loose shirt and maybe no one will notice.

I had to sign off. I was sweating already with the very thought of it. My cock throbbed in my hand and I knew I had to find a tissue fast or else I’d be cupping it in my hand until I could dispose of it. When I turned back to the computer I saw I had an email:

Your worthless slut will do as you say. Thank you for knowing how to handle this cyber whore.

-Geekongreek3

I came in my hand.

The next day I made it a point to go by her desk and I could tell by the hard nipples pressing against her dark blue shirt that she was indeed braless. I was playing with my game card as I was talking to her and let it fall from my hand. I watched the over sized shirt give me an unobstructed view of her breasts. The outline was dark but I could clearly see her nipples on the end of each heavenly melon. I saw her looking at me and knew she had seen me look. She blushed a deep red and didn’t say a word about it. She handed me the game card and I went back to my desk.

At home I beat off twice before signing online. I was flooded with her messages.

Geekongreek3: Someone saw! I know he must have seen! He probably thinks I’m a slut.

Geekongreek3: The girls kept whispering behind my back.

Geekongreek3: How could I let someone so dorky see? No one’s ever seen them before!

Geekongreek3: Can your slut cum now?

Geekongreek3: I keep thinking of how it felt when he saw.

Geekongreek3: I’m soaking through my jeans.

Geekongreek3: Can I cum now?

I grew harder as I scrolled though each offline message. There were several others but her window popped up before I could get to them.

Geekongreek3: I’m officially a slut now. A guy’s seen my breasts. Let this slut cum. Please!

Citizen23: Who saw them?

Geekongreek3: *groans* A guy at work. He’s ok but I barely know him. It’s so hard to talk to people and now he’ll probably ever think about are my breasts.

Citizen23: Are you close?

Geekongreek3: *Whimpers and nods* Yes… every time I think of work now I feel his eyes crawling over me, wanting me. This whore is so fucking wet. Can I cum?

Citizen23: It hasn’t been 24 hours.

Geekongreek3: I can’t hold out. I’ll take what ever punishment you give.

Citizen23: Ok, you must call up this guy who saw your breasts and let him hear you cum all over your fingers. *licks your fingers*

Geekongreek3: No he’ll know it’s me!

Citizen23: How? Osmosis? Does he have your number? All he’ll hear is a slut so horny she will do anything to cum.

Geekongreek3: I don’t have his phone number. Why can’t I call you?

Citizen23: You will have to find a way to get his number. *Licks your neck* Besides if you called me it wouldn’t be half as humiliating and you wouldn’t cum nearly as hard.

Geekongreek3: Yes sir.

She signed off. I wanted to give her my number but it was too soon. She might connect me with Citizen23. I sat back and slowly stroked myself as I worked my way towards a third orgasm. With in 6 minutes I got a call from a private number. I picked up the phone and hit the talk button.

“Hello?” I said.

She didn’t have the phone in her hands. I could hear the bed springs in the background and her heavy breaths were a bit distant. I could hear the squishy sound of what must be her fingers working on her desperate pussy.

“Hello?” I didn’t expect an answer.

What I got was a deep guttural surge of primal sound. The squishing stopped and the sounds that escaped her lips became even lower and longer as the springs of the bed shook hard. There was a moment of silence before I could hear her heavy laboring breaths resume. I was barely able to click the phone off before I came. Arched over the keyboard with a hand cupped over my cock to keep the seed from going to far, I waited. Minutes passed before I saw her sign back on and explain how she needed to get a towel to clean up the mess.

Geekongreek3: What is your next command, Master?

I watched as she reached under her arm and adjusted her bra. Her breasts looked bigger and had caused her to garner more attention from everyone at work. It was hard to imagine why a girl with a D cup would be wearing a padded bra but I knew why. The only reason for the padding was because the night before we had told her to use her clamps. They were small and had been applied so that it looked like two small vices were squeezing the underside of her nipples.

With time the lack of circulation caused her to loose feeling in the sensitive nubs. For a day long trial of her will to fallow our orders we had also told her to move her bra around every nine minutes. It sent fresh flashes of pain though her and it was reflected on her face.

We. I had to remember to separate between me and Citizen23. While one was my online alter ego, a controlling master who enjoyed the humiliation of his one chosen project, the other was the person I presented at work. The person I was at work was almost a background character when it came to the social structure but over the last week I had made the effort to talk to her in person, see that smile, and watch as she was still unable to look into my eyes after her little stunt not to long ago.

The first day after hearing her cum on the phone had been the best. I would casually show up in the same room as her and watch as she quickly left though the closest door. When she couldn't leave fast enough I was able to see the particularly deep shade of red that the embarrassment memory brought to her face. I wouldn't always look at her but I could feel each time her nervous eyes turned to me.

Then I would hear about it when I got home. Or he would hear about it. Citizen23.

Geekongreek3: *Whimpers* I can't go back to work Master.

Citizen23: Has work suddenly become too challenging for my slut? *Pats your head*

Geekongreek3: *Leans into your hand* No Master, but he knows! I can tell. He won't look at me the same way.

Citizen23:*Grabs your ear and gives it a twist* Has he told others? Are there rumors of your dirty deeds floating though the halls? Do you get calls at home from guys who have seen your number up on a bathroom wall?

Geekongreek3:*Winces* No Master.

Geekongreek3: It's just so hard to work. Every time I see him I remember you. Just the thought of you makes me wet. *Rubs my legs together*

Citizen23: *Smiles and nibbles on the sore ear* Did you miss me while at work?

The conversation continued on and off for the next few days, sometimes we would indulge her with role-play but more and more she began asking for another command. That was all the encouragement I needed to give her the current task.

Almost nine minutes. I stood up from my seat, faking a stretch, and caught her adjusting herself again. This time she used both hands over her breasts and the reflection off her computer screen was clear enough to show her face. Her closed eyes caused her brow to knit together even tighter from the pain. It was the shape of her mouth as it quietly opened for a breathless 'Ohhh' that was the biggest pay off.

I had to sit down quickly. The show had lasted for only seconds but at the same time my body was no slouch. It had taken those few seconds to divert blood from the rest of my body down to below my waist as I had watched her. I reached down and adjusted myself so that my hard on grew along my pant leg instead of painfully against my zipper.

Eight and a half minutes to go and the ritual had already become intoxicating with power and lust. She had not failed once to remember the mini deadlines set though out her day and I had been privy to most of them.

The day was shorter than I wanted it to be and it seemed like I had just watched her sit down in her chair minutes ago before I had to leave. When I got home I tried all of two hours not to think about her but each time my mind wandered it pictured her nipples, abused from the day's torture. I wanted to know what it would be like to use my own teeth on her and watch her pained face from only inches away.

She didn't come on line that night. She didn't show up at work the next day. I wanted to know why but I had worked to hard not to look concerned at this phase. I had to wait till nearly midnight before I received an e mail.

Dear Master,

This slut is sorry for not talking to Master sooner. Just before I had left work I took off the clamps by pulling them off instead of opening them. Between all the pain and the heat in my pussy I didn't notice the deep scratches that bled into my bra. When my mother did my laundry she found the bra and both her and dad insisted on seeing the marks.

I was forced to show my breasts to my parents as they both inspected my nipples. I know you will be pleased to hear how small this slut felt as her father took my tit in his hand and held my nipple up to a light to inspect the cuts. I nearly died when the sheer touch to my breasts was enough to turn them rock hard again. My ears burned and my stomach did flips when I saw them exchange a look because of this slut's arousal. I was so hot and wet from having my father's big hands on my breasts that I could barely think. I could barely hear their questions over my own thoughts and prayers for everything to just end.

I felt so ashamed of the heat between my legs that I finally broke down and lied to them just so I could leave the room. I told them I was dating someone, that we had been fooling around, and broke down crying. I wanted the earth to swallow me up. I wanted to shrink down to the size of an ant and disappear in the carpet. I wanted all those things and at the same time I wanted so badly to just cum.

I ran to the shower and locked the door behind me. My one lucky break was that neither of them waited for me at the door. I turned on the shower and stripped off the rest of my clothes. Your slut instantly buried her fingers into her pussy just before laying face down on the floor to look though the crack under the door to check for feet. My tits burst with a new flame as they pressed hard against the cold floor. I didn't even bother to get back to my feet.

This slut laid there on the floor with her fingers buried in her pussy, grinding against her hand, and rocking side to side to put more pressure on each breast. I wanted to cry out I was so close. Instead I took my one free hand and pulled a towel off the rack to bite down on as I came. I came and put a hand over my mouth, stuffing the portion of the towel I had further into my mouth, to try and silence the verbalization of a day's worth of foreplay and humiliation.

I am a slut. In the shower I knew that now more than ever before. I cried in my shower, I cried into my pillow the next day instead of going to work, and I have to blink though my tears here at the computer. I can't wipe these tears from my eyes because one hand is constantly on my clit and the other I use to peck away at the keyboard.

This is what you have done to me.

I want more.

-Geekongreek3

I read the email several times that night. I even printed it out and held it to my bed side light as I skimmed my favorite parts for a nice slow 'before you sleep' jerk. I ended up kneeling over it as my cum shot all over her words. The thick strands were slowly absorbed by them and darkened the paper.

I set it on my bed stand and closed my eyes. I could only guess at what her parents looked like but in my mind’s eye I saw her squirm as her father hands gently handled her tender flesh. She would look very different from how she presented herself at work. No longer an adult she would have a child like expression of guilt and shame as her well meaning parents further embarrassed their daughter. I could not dwell to long on her examination with out thinking of what it would look like to be on the other side of that bathroom door.

I would have probably seen her eye darting from side to side as she checked under the door. From inside I would be able to also see how her other eye had been squeezed shut to she could see more clearly. Behind her I would have a clear view of her pussy as her fingers worked desperately, her efforts hampered by her own body weight resting on her arm, and then freed as she started rocking from side to side. I could almost feel what it would be like to touch her leg, bent at the knee, in the air as she came in the small enclosed space. To feel the muscle tighten in grasp as the powerful orgasm took over all her thoughts and actions.

I was able to throw the covers off myself in time to grab the paper as I came for a second time. Back to back orgasms were a rare event for me. I felt rubbed raw and each time I went back down to it during the night I pulled away and rolled over onto my stomach, favoring a grind against my bed instead of possibly damaging my equipment.

“You can’t do that here,” She said.

I had been about to check my e-mail again. I closed down the window and turned in my seat. I was faced with the pleasant swell of her breasts. If I had known she had been that close I might have tired to get up while turning and possibly feel the mounds pressed against me.

“Looking over shoulders is a bad habit,” I smiled a little now that I saw she was able to look me in the eye.

“I need a favor,” she said.

I almost said ‘No’ out of habit. Most girls tried this little stunt when they wanted someone to cover a shift for them. Remembering the e-mail I decided to hear her out. She was no longer looking in my eyes but instead at the ground. I stood up, having several inches on her, and could visibly see her cheeks turn shades of red as she tried even harder not to look at me.

“It’s not a favor. More of a request,” she said. “I can’t really tell you why but I need you to come by for dinner. My family is having some friends over and,” her voice dropped off.

My mind raced. Was she setting me up to take the fall? Would I go to her house only to be greeted by two angry parents and a shot gun? I had to say no. I put my hand on her shoulder and prepared myself to say no.

“A free meal? How could I pass it up?” Touching her was like feeling electricity course up my nerves and dump their charge in the pleasure centers of my brain. I wanted her too much to turn it down for all my earlier planning. My fingers squeezed the cloth covered flesh and for a moment I could say nothing else. The moment passed. “Meeting the parents is more of a second date kind of thing. How about we see a movie first?”

She stiffened in my grip a little then loosened. Her head turned from the floor to my face and an eternity passed as I looked into her eyes. Her eyes could pierce the soul. She might have seen in that my mind was working over time with new plans for humiliations I would have in store for her. If she knew she never said, but I saw out of the corner of my eyes the tell tale squeeze of her thighs.

That night we talked about her new date and the price she would pay for going out with someone other than me.

The moment I saw her in front of the movie theater I knew she had once again fallowed though with her instructions. She wore a tight t-shirt with a school logo on it. It was probably one of the few she had left from her high school days as I knew she would only keep it for sentimental value. It didn't match the rest of her wardrobe but it served it's purpose. I could see though the shirt well enough to see she had no bra on and, if the way she nervously pulled on her knee length skirt was any indicator, she wasn't wearing panties either.

"I didn't even know you owned a skirt," I said.

"I wear it to church sometimes." She looked down again. Her hand kept tugging at the side of her skirt.

"It looks good on you."

"Really?" She looked up for the first time and brushed some hair behind her ear. I could see the slight flush on her face lessen a little.

"Are you ready?" Her eyes glazed a little as I asked the question and I knew what was on her mind. She must have been thinking of the wax.

When I had first handed down my punishment she had commented afterwards on how she had to pick at the wax to get it off. It had been carefully worked out between us that her punishment for dating someone else would be to share her humiliation with others first.

She tried over and over to put forth other suggestions and at one point even suggested a tattoo on her that would make her mine. I refused each offer and insisted on my original plan.

Geekongreek3 has entered the room.

Citizen23 has entered the room.

User1932 has entered the room.

Zero666 has entered the room.

HHSanne has entered the room.

Citizen23: I have invited each of you here after a careful screening process. Do not instant message Geekongreek3 in anyway. She has her IMs turned off. Do not disrespect my property. This is a special one time show and never expect to see it again.

Zero666: Ok

User1923: yea

HHSanne: Yes.

Citizen23: Accept the invites to view Geekongreek3.

I clicked on my window and was taken aback for a moment. I had expected the bikini. I even knew about the sun glasses she was wearing over her eyes. What I did not count on was how she had taken the initiative to write 'Citizen23's Slut' just above her breasts.

HHSanne: Hot babe.

Zero666: Is this really free?

Zero666: I'd pay for just this picture.

Citizen23: It's her punishment.

User1923: I almost came.

Geekongreek3: Thank you, this slut does not deserve such praise.

Citizen23: Continue.

The image was jerky when she moved off screen. When she came back it was with a thick red wax candle. The top flickered with life and I could see a healthy amount of melted wax already built up.

User1923: Seriously. I am so close.

I saw his icon picture change as he switched on his camera. I booted him a moment later.

Citizen23: This is her punishment. Do not turn on your own cameras.

HHSanne: Ok hun

Zero666: Im too poor for a camera.

Citizen23: Good.

My attention was drawn back to the box as she had continued her little show with out much attention paid to the room. I heard her first as the wax dropped onto her bare stomach. I grinned and sat back into my chair. She had gone all out in hooking up her mic as well. She always exceeded my expectations.

HHSanne: Thats it love. Let it out.

Zero666: That is so hot! Are you burnt?

Citizen23: A little wax won't kill her.

HHSanne: That looks like a lot of wax.

I knew exactly what she was talking about. I could hear the loud moan. It sounded a mixture of pleasure and pain as the rivulets of wax reached fresh skin. Her pudgy features were never hotter than when her mouth puckered up to quickly pull air into her lungs as she experienced the pain.

Citizen23: Would it make you stop watching?

HHSanne: You know better than to ask that hun.

Zero666: Is she going to take her top off?

Before I could answer my lovely little slave had already taken her performance to the next level. She arched in her chair and we could all see her hand pull on her bikini bottom. She pulled it up just enough to let the stream of melted wax pour out of the tipped candle and into the hidden abyss that covered her sex. The mic's volume flared into the red as I heard her almost howl from the new level of pain. Before my eyes, and that of several others, I watched as she moved the candle side to side, covering more of her hidden regions.

HHSanne: oh my god!

Zero666: You go girl!

HHSanne: Im ready to pay money now.

Zero666: Me too.

I closed down the room. That was her signal to cut the video feed. A few more moments passed by before I saw her sit back down and turn off the cam. A second latter a message window popped up on my desktop.

Geekongreek3: Did they like it?

Citizen23: Everyone liked it. You did very well. Not much of a punishment from the looks of it.

Geekongreek3: Maybe you'll just have to give me another one. I swear I'll have to use a tooth pick to get this wax off.

Citizen23: I have one in mind. It involves your little date.

Now at the theaters I could tell her nipples were waxed. The lack of a bra should have showed some kind of nipple poking though even in the warmest of weather but the lack of one reassured me that she had been obedient once again.

 

"How can you even say that?" She slammed her hands down on the table hard enough to give her breast a small shake.

"What do you mean? Final Fantasy 7 isn't the best game of all time. Tetris is. It is so easy to say FF7 is great but it isn't," I leaned forward and took a sip from my soda.

"How is Tetris so much better?" She crossed her arms and tapped her foot under the table as she waited.

"It's like the bible of gaming. Everyone's played it. Even non gamers will admit to losing themselves for hours on their cell phone while playing a game of Tetris."

"So it's better than FF7 how?" She was smiling now. I knew I was winning her over.

"It's just simply the greatest game of all time. No one gives the game it's dues. It proves that game play is the most important part of gaming." I finished my drink and checked my watch.

"Is it time?" she asked.

"Are you going to admit my game is better?"

She sighed. "Ok."

She bought the popcorn.

 

The popcorn was great. I was had chosen the theater specifically for the style which they served the food. The greasy paper bag sat between her legs as we each took turns getting a hand full of the filler meal. I waited carefully not to eat to much. What I wanted was at the bottom of the bag.

"You keep up that pace and I'll have to get us a refill before the trailers are over" I said leaning over into her ear. I could see the faintest smile cross her lips.

"You try supporting breasts this big. It's a full time job," she said.

"I'd take you up on that offer but I don't know you that well." That earned me a slap on my arm. It stung and I might have deserved it. I was lying. I knew her much better than she could guess.

I knew a few things about her that made my next grab at food more of a quiet molestation than a bid to fill my belly. I knew I had found the right spot when her legs instantly closed around my hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed.

I looked innocently at her.

"Getting popcorn. Stingy with the last bits?" I moved my hand around again. I knew that though the thin bag and skirt that I was rubbing directly along her slit.

“I’m stingy with my bits!” One guy turned in his seat to look back at her. She flashed him a scowl.

“Calm down. It’ll keep your panties from getting twisted.” I said jokingly. I wanted to play the innocent guy just a little while longer.

“I don’t have panties!” This time most of the row in front of us turned to look at her. She lowered her voice and looked down then leaned into my ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Geekongreek3: What happens when he finds out?

Citizen23: You tell him.

Geekongreek3: What should I say?

Citizen23: Don’t explain a thing.

Geekongreek3: He’s going to think I am some sex crazed slut.

Citizen23: You’re not? This date was your idea not mine. I am sure you can cope.

Geekongreek3: I don’t date and I don’t want to come off that way to this guy. He’s nice. This slut would feel better if she could at least wear panties.

Citizen23: No.

Citizen23: And one more thing.

Geekongreek3: What is it Master?

“None at all? That’s hot,” I said. I had to use a little extra force to remove my hand and popped the last piece of popcorn into my mouth. By this time the movie had started and most of the onlookers had turned back to the screen. I watched the movie for a bit before leaning over to speak into her ear. “I don’t believe you.”

“What?” I don’t know if she heard me or was questioning my last statement. I placed a hand on her knee and turned a little in my chair.

“I don’t believe you. You are too straight laced to go in so little.” I looked into her eyes and caught the momentary flush of her cheeks even in the dark room.

“I might surprise you,” she said.

“Like this?” I reached an arm around her shoulders and tickled her under her arm. She squirmed in her seat and in doing so opened her legs a bit. She was trying to hard to stay quiet to stop my hand from sliding up from her knee to between her legs. I stopped my tickling in time to hear the sharp intake of air as my hand rested over her exposed sex.

Citizen23: It’s going to be a true test of your devotion to me.

Geekongreek3: This slut has never failed you Master.

Citizen23: You are not allowed to say “no”

Geekongreek3: Master please. *whimpers*

Citizen23: By the same token you do not have to say “yes”.

Geekongreek3: What do you mean?

Citizen23: You are my submissive slut. This will be good practice. Keep in mind all that I have told you and don’t fuck this up. I will know if you do.

Even I was stunned for a moment as my hand came to rest on her. Her legs quickly tightened up around my hand but she did not move to stop me. Her hands moved to pull her skirt over my hand and try to look natural. I could tell why she might be at a loss of what to say. The hair in the region was patchy at best. Some must have come out from the waxing. It probably never occurred to her to shave afterwards because she thought no one else would see. The other surprise was how warm and wet she felt. Heat pulsated from between her legs and my fingers became slick from her juices. I was holding my breath and it allowed me to hear how heavy her own got after only a few moments of contact with my skin.

“Are you happy now?” Her tone was a mixture of betrayal and anger. I knew better.

“Are you?” I moved my hand up a bit so that I was slowly dragging my forefinger along the side of her clit. It continued to move in small circles. She placed both hands over mine to push them away but only succeeded in keeping me pinned there.

“What do you think you are doing?” Her eyes were pleading with me to stop even as she was bent over in her seat.

“Shhhh. You’ll drawl attention.”

It was hard to move my fingers with her legs closed so tightly but I managed to tease her clit from it’s hood and as soon as I started giving it direct stimulation the hands over mine lessened in pressure. Her breathing picked up. She let go of her lap all together and grabbed my arm. Her upper teeth were exposed as she bit down on her lower lip. I locked eyes with her and saw the look of utter desperation.

She wanted me to stop. She would have begged me to stop. I knew all this and yet my hand felt her growing hotter. Her smell was even overpowering the odor that years of popcorn and spilt soda had developed. She placed her head against my shoulder and even while I felt her breasts pressing against my arm I was more turned on by the sprouting wetness on my shirt sleeve. I wanted to tilt her head up, to kiss each tear, and to taste her humiliation.

I slowed my fingers down as I felt her getting closer to the edge. My fingers dipped between her lips only briefly to spread more of her wetness up along her slit. When I resumed my little game the wet sound of my fingers sliding along her clit and her slit were loud enough to be heard during the more quiet portions of the movie. Several people were stealing occasional glances. I felt my own hardness strain painfully against my pants as I felt her tears flow steadily now. Her heavy breathing switched to silent sobs and I nearly lost it. She was shuddering against me and even her best efforts could not suppress her moan as she came.

I pulled my hand away. I wasn’t looking to over stimulate her. I waited for her to finally let go of my arm and look at me though her red lined eyes before I licked my fingers clean. A couple behind us got up and walked out. I knew she had to feel the dirty looks they gave us as the woman pulled her man down the stairs by his arm.

“I want to leave,” she said. She got up from her seat but I was quick to pull her back down by her elbow.

“Where are you going?” Her response was silence for several moments. I guess she didn’t want her voice to waiver when she told me. It did anyway.

“Home. I want to go home,” she said.

“Not yet,” I said. I grabbed her hand and moved it to where my hard on was clearly bulging against my pants. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

She was quiet again. I knew she couldn’t say no, but she might still disobey me. I didn’t have to wait long. Trembling, her hand slowly unzipped the fly to my pants. She reached in and fumbled for a bit before pulling out my hard on. She started what was sure to be an incredibly poor hand job. My cock was around 5 inches long and thick enough to warrant larger condoms but in other respects it was pretty average. I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly to force her to stop.

“If I wanted one of those I’d do it my self. I have several years of experience under my belt.” My grin was met by her silent grimace. I let go of her hand and rested my own on the back of her head. I pulled her so her forehead rested against mine. “You are going to get on your knees and suck me off. Then we are even.” I felt like a completely different person. I felt like him. I could care less who I was anymore. The girl who I had obsessed over was finally between my legs and lowering her lips down onto my cock.

I wish I had pulled my pants down instead of allowing her to go at it though my zipper. I might not have lasted as long though. If I had felt her tears against my thighs as she started to openly cry I might have cum right then and there. As it was I was able to rub her hair as she slowly gave me a sobbing blow job. The crying was enough to get the attention of anyone near by who had tried their best to ignore us thus far. I could feel her tongue almost hiding in her mouth as she continued with what looked to be her first adventure in oral sex. My hand guided her up and down my cock as I raised my hips off the seat to meet her lips. I pulled her all the way against the base of my cock and ground against her face. I imagined what it would be like if I could use her tears to lube me up before I took her virginity. Would the salt burn when she started to bleed?

I wanted it to last longer but an usher flashed a light in my eyes.

“What is going on sir?”

I stood up with out thinking. She hit her head on the seat behind her and stood up as well. We both bolted for the door. The usher fallowed us as far as the door before giving up the chase. I grabbed her by the arm but she wordlessly pulled away from me. She ran into the parking lot. I was in no shape to fallow her. I had enough trouble getting my cock back into my pants.

It was ok though. I knew where she was headed.

 

I was only a few minutes behind her but I waited till I saw the light in her room go off. I snuck out of my car and to the side of her house. I knew exactly which window was hers. I wasn’t going to break in and rape her. I wasn’t a monster. That didn’t keep me from squatting below her window, my back to the side of the house, and my pants around my ankles as I listened to her cry in her room. Most of it was buried into her pillow from the sound of the muffled sorrowful moaning. When it got louder I could only guess that she had soaked both sides of her pillow. While I listened to her I slowly stroked me cock, feeling myself get closer to cumming with each shuttering cry I heard. I took out the email. I had started taking it with me everywhere I went. The middle was blurry and stained from the times I had used it to collect my seed. I set it on the ground and leaned forward on the balls of my feet as I came hard. Thick ropes of sperm not only hit the paper but also the ground surrounding it. I could see the white goo caught between blades of grass. I let out a low moan and instantly heard her stop crying.

I was caught.

I stood up and hit my head on her window sill.

“Fuck.” I almost fell down over the cum stained paper but was able to take a baby step to the right to regain my balance. I didn’t bother to look back when I saw my self casting a shadow on her lawn. She had turned on her light and it was all I could do to hide my face.

“Who’s there?” I don’t know why she would ask such a stupid question. I was still in the same clothes as at the movies. All I wanted was to get away with out some over protective parent coming out the door to shoot me. I grabbed for my pants and pulled them up as I tried my best to run across her lawn and make it back to my car.

 

What happened next had to be explained to me by the cops several times before I actually believed it.

According to them I was hit by a pick up truck while I was trying to get to my car. I was only winged. He swerved at the last moment and ran into my car. I was still hit by the side of his truck and had been flattened out on the pavement for a while before help came. I kept waiting for them to cuff me and charge me with any of the laundry list of crimes I had committed that night.

“We just need to know if you will be pressing charges against the driver,” said the cop.

I could barely speak. When I did my throat felt dryer than sand.

“No.” I shook my head to emphasize my answer then laid back in the bed. I closed my eyes and counted to 100. I hurt all over and felt like I had been hit by the full force of the truck.

“I called in at work and told them what happened.” I had only reached 82. I opened my eyes and closed them again. She was standing right there by the bed. Here I was helpless in a hospital bed and she was just standing there. I tried to open my mouth to speak but what I said was inaudible.

“Here,” She offered me a straw and I took a greedy sip of water. I didn’t stop till I heard the slurping sounds at the bottom of the cup.

“Why?” All my questions were summed up in that one word.

She turned away and went to the door. She closed it then locked it behind her. She approached me and each step she took felt like a lifetime of waiting to me. I was out of moves. My little game had put me in the hospital and now the subject of my obsession had me all alone for her own personal retribution. She pulled something out of her pocket. It was out of my view but when I heard the sounds of unfolding I knew it could only be one thing. I could hear the slow intake of breath as she smelt the paper then it encompassed my entire field of vision. I needed no invitation. My nose flared as I smelt my own sent on the paper. The words were to close to read but I knew they were blurry all the same. I thought maybe she would smother me with it but another sent caught my nose. I breathed in deeply this time I recognized it from the theater.

“You know?” My voice sounded like sand paper against a chalk board.

“This slut knows,” she whispered. The paper trembled in her hand and then dropped to the ground. She took me in with a hug and pain exploded across my chest. “This slut knows and she is so very happy. I…” her words were lost as she got choked up in the moment and my mind was enveloped in pain as she put pressure on my ribs.

I didn’t need to hear the rest. I raised my arms to encircle her and I knew who I was, who she was, and the happily ever after that awaited us. I knew for certain because when I hugged her back I saw my wrist band. Written in dark ink was my name, Citizen23.