Message-ID: <4140eli$9709151043@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Tawny Hess" Subject: My Story - Part XI Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bcc1d1$638de320$LocalHost@valuedcu> ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ Caution, this story is for adults only. If you are not 18, go elsewhere to read. Delete this and get off this newsgroup page! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ Introduction: My name is Judy Hess, but I go by the nickname Tawny. This is the story of my journey down the road to a submissive sexual lifestyle. Some is true, some not, some I imagine will occur. Whatever the case, I hope the readers will be entertained and I hope I can gain some like minded friends on the internet. I have been fooling with e-mail and chat on IRC, PowWow and other mediums for a couple of months. Due to some bad experiences I will want to avoid phone conversations and revelations of my physical location. Likewise, having had my photo widely distributed on the net, I tend to be covetous of my pic. My personal background is that I am 28 years old and have reddish brown hair, shoulder length. I am 5' 8" tall and weigh 135 lbs. I am somewhat thin and tend to be active and athletic. (Played basketball and on the cheerleading squad in HS (Lots of gymnastics!). Also ran on the spring track team, without much success, but I still run regularly. I like outdoors things, hiking, biking, surfing etc. I am currently "between careers" and work evenings at various businesses as a hostess or waitress etc. (Love those tips!). I like this because my days are free for the beach and outdoors. Ah, and inquiring minds always seem to want to know.... I don't stand in front of mirrors and measure myself, but I wear a 35C bra, which I feel I fill adequately. My waist is still 25 (60 sit-ups a day). My hips are there and not fat (certainly not at 135 lbs.) This story has X previous parts. Part XII should go out tomorrow. Ifyou want any of the other parts, just ask, But please tell m e the format you ned and oyur age. I can e-mail it to you. If you run into me on PW, pleae let me know you read my story. Part XI: Cyber Play I woke up and it was light out. It was also very hot. I felt clammy and my skin was covered with a slick layer of sweat. I was looking up at the ceiling and realized I couldn't move. My legs were still tied to the bed and the collar around my neck held my upper body to the bed. It took me a moment to realize that all I had to do was remove the collar and I would be free. I did so and streched down to release my leg restraints. Soon I was free and I thougth of last night, or was it this morning?, and the treatment I had received. I had the collar in my hand and I thought of Roger telling to wear it always. I put it back on. As I tightened it and felt the masculine studs on it I sensed my breasts swell. I felt even more naked than ever now. I went to the bathroom and started a bath. I looked down at my legs and saw that the inner thighs were coated with a dry whitish material; it was dried cum from that morning. I touched my pussy, or cunt, as Roger told me to say, and felt it was sensitive from the streching Rod had given it. I began to get wet again as I thought of the sight of his huge cock filling my slit and his stern looks as he fucked me. The bath tub filled, so I poured in some bath oil and some soap and climbed in. The water felt magnificent on my body and I lay there, resting , relaxing, feeling the water ease my tensions. I ran my fingers up over my breasts. Mmmmm my breasts, my beautiful breasts with the large nipples that drove men wild and made me feel so sexy, so desired. I had a sharp tan line to accentuate the shape. I felt good. I ran my fingers down to my pussy and ran my finger in and out, cleaning out the old cum, to make room for some fresh man juice which I was sure would come in the near future. Roger was back and he was taking full charge of my sexuality. I was sure to have the best sex I could want now. I thought of Roger as I pushed a finger into my ass, using soap as a libricant, washing out my dark, tight passage for some future male, a sex partner to be. I must have dozed off in the bath, for it was over an hour later that I became aware of a clicking sound. I came to my senses and got out of the tub. I dried myself, put on Roger's collar and walked, nude, into my living area. I glanced at the computer terminal. It was on and it was beeping. I had e-mail waiting for me. I gathered my composure and sat down. There were a dozen messages. Some spam, a short note from Roger telling me what a great fuck I was and telling me I was a good little slut. Then a message from Dawn again. Her message was long and filled with dirty talk about all the things she would like to see done to me. Then she told me it was time to make up for my past sins. She told me to lie down and insert my Ben Wa and leave it there until she told me to remove it. She gave me no hint as to how long that might be. I couldn't escape her even when she wasn't around. Why did she hound me like that? Why couldn't she let me alone? There was another message that contained directions to a web page. It was also from Dawn. She told me to go to the page and take a good look. Seeing these messages from Dawn made me angry. Angry because I could feel my pulse quicken and I felt faint. My vagina convulsed a little and my breasts felt warm. The thought of her reminded me of sex. Forced sex, and it made me hot. There was someting so erotic about her. All I could think of was her tight black body and her cold gaze as she scolded me and and.....and made me feel aroused. I got up and went over to the dresser and removed the Ben Wa. I lay back on the bed and slowly inserted one, then anohter. I felt like I was inserting a sex switch. My body reacted to the cold spheres by grinding them around in my pussy and filling my body with a sensation of fulfillment. I lay there for a while, enjoying the feeling and thinking about Dawn. The feelings were mixed. Fear, lust, nervousness and complacency. I got off the bed and walked back to the computer. My fingers typed in the page Dawn ordered me to see. At first it seemed like a typical sex page. It was a BDSM sight, full of ads for whips, leather and all that sorts of things. Dawn had supplied the codeword for entry. It seemed a bit silly to me, but I spent an hour wandering around. I went to a chat area and was lectured on the benefits of being whipped and otherwise inflicted with pain, mixed with the pleasures of sexual stimulation. I went to the "Live Video" portion, where I was able to see a young woman being tormented by women and men. I couldn't help watching. The other net cruisers, like myself, were telling the Masters and Mistresses what to do and there must have been a dozen people watching the woman being slapped, pinched, grabbed and fucked in every imaginable way. Sex on demand. Another area had a similar venue, but the women merely stripped for the onlookers and played with various sex toys. Another featured a man and a woman. I was wondering why Dawn wanted me to study this site so thuroughly. Then it hit me. She indends for me to be one of the women in one of these sights! The thought scared the hell out of me. Another step into an existence of total debauchery. Another line I would be forced to cross. I never intended for my relationship with Roger develop into a life of public sex acts and plain old whorism. I tried to take the thought out of my mind. Maybe I was just imagining things. It was getting on toward noon so I got a few things together and got ready to go shopping. I wore my favorite cutoff jeans that were very short, very tight and very comfortable. They showed off my long legs nicely. Up top I put on a halter top that tied across my front. It fit my breasts like a sling and showed off my clevage nicely. The BenWa in my pussy were still tumbling about and made me feel so loose. I mean, I felt like I was near an orgasm all the time. It had a strange effect.on me. I didn't see men while I was shopping, I saw potential partners. I looked at crotches, trying to get a glimpse of a bulge. Women seemed sexy to me and I found myself looking at them with sex on my mind. They sensed it I think. At one point I looked down and realized my shorts were soaking through and my crotch was slightly wet. I needed sex and I needed it soon. I went to a bathroom and fingered myself. It only took a minute and I was sighing as a orgasm rumbled through my loins and I felt my body break out in a spontaneous sweat. My nipples became swollen and pressed against the fabric of my halter. I realized that I must loook like a whore or prostitute dressed the way I was and acting the way I was. I left the bathroom and headed for my car. I had to get a grip on myself. But I wanted to have sex so much. Where was Roger?, where was Dawn, when I really wanted them? On the way back to my place I found myself sucking on my finger and thinking of sucking on Roger's cock. I never felt quite so horny. I arrived home and put the few things I bought away and went to the computer. While it booted, I stripped and sat down. I went to the e-mail and checked the cue. A message from Roger. Good. He said that he was on IRC and asked me to join anytime in the afternoon. It was 4, so I joined in. He was in channel titled, #**submission. There was Roger and three other men on the channel. I typed "hello" and Roger began typing vivid descriptions on the channel, of what I did with him. The others remarked and asked questions about me, such as, did I do double penetrations and did I like to be slapped etc. I felt my heart skip when one guy asked me if I ever did it with a dog. The chat seemed to indicate Roger was making some sort of deal, but what I just couldn't figure out. The three dropped off, one after another and Roger typed me a note that shocked me. He told me he was loaning me out to anothr Dom for a week while he was gone on business. What the hell? He couldn't be serious could he? But then I realized I had asked that same question almost daily since meeting Roger. The Ben Wa were churning in my pussy and my inner thighs were wet. I ran my finger over my clit and thought about three men fucking me, like thay had over the weekend. Then I thought of a large dog mounting me, staring at me and fucking me. It reminded me of Rod. That was what had excitedme about him. he was like an animal. Cold, single minded, seeking an orgasm by penetrating me. No emotions. Just physical pleasure. Just plain fucking. I glanced back at the screen and Roger was typing out instructions. Telephone numbers, addresses, clothing to bring, a kit full of objects to bring. Dildos, vibrators, chains, clips, oil, wrist bands, hoods, rope, all sorts of naughty little things. I was to wear slit-crotch panties and a garter belt, spike heels, black hose; uplift bra and a silky blouse. I was supposed to report to the address after work this evening...at 1 AM. I was to leave my Ben Wa in until I left for work this evening, then I could take them out. So he did know about Dawn's activities! I was so horny from feeling the Ben Wa I simply didn't care,. I couldn't wait to get to work so I could go over there and get fucked. My finger tickled my clit and I came, just as Roger was saying goodbye to me. I sat at the computer, looking at an empty screen and cumming like a bitch in heat. A bitch in heat. That's what I felt like. And I liked it! -- tawny6@hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /