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From: "Dark Pen" <darkpen@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Office Games (M/f BDSM)
Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 04:10:05 -0500
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Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter).  
Some of it could be very dangerous.  If you have a hard time telling fantasy 
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Office Games Pt. 1

	Brad was annoyed with himself.  It was Friday and today at lunch he had 
picked up a couple of CD's at the mall near where he worked, then he'd left 
the damn things on his desk.  Fortunately, it was only a ten minute drive 
from home, so he jumped into the car and took off.  He had a key to get in.  
Most of the programmers did, because they were known for working at odd 
hours.  Not that things had been hopping lately, what with the downturn, but 
his company was doing well enough.

	He pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.  The door was locked 
- no surprise at nine at night, so he unlocked it and made his way quietly 
into the dim building.  For some reason, Brad was always quiet when he 
moved, something that caused his co-workers some annoyance since he scared 
the hell out of them on occasion.  He didn't do it on purpose, it just 
happened.

	As he moved through the cubical farm that management called a work space, 
he noticed that there was light coming from a cube in the corner.  A year or 
six months ago, this would not have been unusual, but now-a-days the place 
was almost a ghost town after five, and you never saw anyone after seven.  
Brad walked into his cube and grabbed the CDs then turned to go out when he 
heard a sound coming from the lit cube.  That was interesting, especially 
since it was Donna's cube and anything having to do with Donna he found very 
interesting.  They were actually working on a project together, but there 
was no need for OT and anyway, he figured that a good looking woman like her 
would be out partying on a Friday night.

	He thought about Donna as he walked toward her cube.  She was very hot.  
She stood about five-eight, in the three inch heels that she always wore.  
Those weird, wide heeled boots that were in style.  She was thin, although 
not painfully so, had a narrow waist and a small, tight ass.  Her breasts 
were perhaps a b-cup, and she had long, thick brunette hair that fell almost 
to her waist.  Her face was... pretty, but not excessively so, but she did 
have very clear, blue eyes.  Her ears were pierced, three on the left and 
five on the right.

	She was a very bright young woman.  Donna was 15 years younger than Brad, 
who was thirty five.  He knew from talking to her that she had graduated 
high school at 16, then collage at 19.  She'd decided to get some work 
experience before going back for a Masters.  She and Brad had started on 
this project just a few weeks ago.  He had been at the company for a while, 
ten years in fact, and was one of the senior programmers.  He'd found that 
despite the fact that she was so young, she took her work seriously.  But 
not seriously enough to loose a sense of humor and proportion and certainly 
not enough to be here at nine at night when there was no need.

	Brad froze at the next sound.  That sounded like a moan.  Moving as quietly 
as he could, he moved past her cube then behind it.  Her cube was quite 
private.  The walls were all high and the side with the door was up against 
a wall, so when leaving it, you could only make a right.  Her desk was set 
up to face the doorway.  Behind her, the other wall of the cube would have 
been against a wall, but there was a circuit breaker panel there.  So they 
had moved the cube wall away from the panel and made a sort of ally way 
behind her cube.  No one went back there unless they had to get to the 
breaker panel, but if someone did, and looked over the wall, they'd actually 
be behind her desk.  Brad was certainly tall enough to look over the top of 
the wall.  Another noise, clearly a moan, sounded as he moved to the back 
wall so that he could peek in.  There were also squishing sounds, sounds 
that sounded like sex.

	Brad wondered why she would be having sex here.  He knew that she had a 
room mate, but really, there had to be somewhere else to go!  He peaked over 
the top of the wall and looked down.  He blinked, needing a few seconds to 
take in what he was seeing.  But boy was he glad that he hadn't made any 
noise!

	Donna had turned her chair so that her legs were to one side.  Her skirt 
was unbuttoned and her long legs spread very wide.  He could see that her 
pussy hair was as dark as the hair on her head and that she'd shaved it into 
a strip about as wide as her vulva.  More he could not see since her hand 
was covering the rest, but it was obvious that at least one finger was 
buried inside her.  It looked like she had poured some kind of lubricant all 
over her crotch, because her hand was soaked, and the pubic hair that he 
could see was matted with wetness.  She'd actually put what looked to be a 
hand towel under her crotch.  Her other hand was busy under shirt, and she 
was staring at the computer screen.  Since the screen was a 21" screen, he 
had no trouble identifying what she was looking at.  And when he realized 
what she was looking at, that was almost as shocking as what she was doing.

	She was looking at his web page, reading one of his stories.  She didn't 
know it was him, of course, because he used a different name when he wrote.  
But he could not believe that she was getting off on what he'd written.  It 
wasn't that he didn't write well.  He got occasional complements.  It was 
the type of writing that he did.  All his stories were about women, usually 
young, being sexually tortured.  There was no non-consensual stuff in it, 
but all the stories contained heavy BDSM, watersports, piercing, in fact, 
almost everything.  Well, he didn't write about mutilation or snuff, but the 
stories weren't light reading, there was often blood, extended bondage and 
slavery and even some scat.

	He'd always wondered what kind of people read his stuff.  The stories 
weren't politically correct, by any means, and, aside from people online, he 
had never personally show it to anyone.  Now he realized that someone he did 
know was reading it.

	Donna was obviously approaching a climax.  Her one hand was a blur at her 
crotch, and he could see her other one bunching beneath her shirt and 
squeezing her breast.  Brad could actually smell her arousal and it was an 
intoxicating smell, something his rock hard cock could attest to.  Finally, 
her head went back and her body convulsed in what seemed to be a very 
intense orgasm.  Brad ducked down so that he couldn't be seen, but Donna was 
obvious to anything but the pleasure racing through her body.  He still 
watched, as she lay there, her hand making squishing sounds as she slid it 
through her sex.  Then she withdrew her hand, it was literally soaked, and 
let strands of liquid drip into her mouth.  Brad almost came in his pants.  
Finally she sucked each finger into her mouth, and licked her hand clean.  
She then sat up and clicked on her mouse, reaching across her body to use 
her dry hand.  When his page came up, he noticed that about half of the 
stories had been clicked on.  So, he mused, it wasn't a fluke, she'd read a 
lot of his stuff.

	Brad ducked down and quietly made his way out of the office.  He had a lot 
of thinking to do...

	By Monday, Brad had formed something of a plan.  If nothing else, he wanted 
to see what else she did in her cube which meant getting some camera gear in 
there.  This was not hard, since the company wrote the software for small, 
high fidelity cameras.  It was an ongoing project and he knew that there 
would be some floating around that he could make use of.  He'd written the 
lion's share of the software for the things, so hooking them up would be no 
problem.  They were small enough that concealing them wouldn't be too much 
of a problem.  Her realized that this was going to take some time to think 
out and to implement.  By Friday, Brad had all the hardware he was going to 
use.

	It had been a difficult week, he mused as he entered the office at around 
midnight.  Working with Donna and keeping from her what he knew about her 
was hard.  She was very attractive and he was sure that she had a lover.  
Plus, he figured that he wasn't her type.  He was about six one, and very 
unremarkable looking, very none descript.  He had brown eyes, long brown 
hair, was slim but not skinny; pleasant enough but nothing to write home 
about.  Definitely not the kind of flashy guy that a pretty twenty year old 
would be interested in.  He didn't do the club scene, at least the normal 
kinds, didn't drink, and was a pretty quiet guy.  His writing and his other 
hobbies, like leather, metal and electronics work, kept him home.  He and 
his last lover had split a year ago.  They'd found that sex was the only 
thing between them.  She was an environmentalist who had no liking for 
technology and they'd found themselves on the wrong side of political issues 
once too often.  Too bad, too, she had been an excellent sub.

	He sat down in Donna's chair and looked around.  There were some obvious 
places to put the cameras, but he wanted to have certain views.  It took a 
long time to position one that was under her desk facing her chair.  There 
was one that looked into the cube from above and behind her chair.  Other's 
were added as well, until he had what he thought would be good coverage of 
the girl from several angles.  Wiring was actually easy, since there was a 
raised floor there and the cameras were made to be easily concealed and 
installed.  There was also a small mike that he added as an after thought.

	He came back the next night to do all the wiring.  The wires were pulled 
together and led to a small transmitter.  The transmitter plugged into 
regular AC outlet and powered the cameras as well as itself.  Sunday evening 
he tested it.  Brad plugged the wireless receiver into his personal laptop 
and triggered the system.  All but one camera worked perfectly, but there 
were two that needed to be slightly repositioned.  He did that, then figured 
he'd look for the replacement later.  There had to be one around.  The feed 
was great and gave him a color vid feed of her cube.  The software gave him 
a six paneled view, one from each camera, and he could click on a panel to 
enlarge.  Hell, the one from the ceiling gave him a perfect view of the 
computer screen - enough so that he could read most of what was on it.  Brad 
shut the thing down, pocketed the receiver and left.  He could hardly sleep 
that night.

	The next few days were interesting, but hardly exciting.  Donna did nothing 
out of the ordinary during the day and he was too afraid to leave the 
receiver there over night to allow the system to record.  Paranoid, he knew, 
since most people wouldn't even recognize the thing.  Still, if it were 
found, it could be awkward, to say the least.  Friday afternoon, however, 
when he activated the vid, things started to heat up.  Donna had come to 
work in a dress, usually she wore pants of some sort, and was looking very 
nice.  He had a clear shot of her panties from the desk-cam.  There wasn't 
much light, but he could see a little bit.  But at around two, when he 
looked again, he saw that she was on his website again.  Quickly, he 
activated the record function, and sat back to watch.  Sure enough, she 
clicked on another story and he could see her hand drift down between her 
legs.  She actually pulled back from the desk a little to give her hand more 
access, and that gave the desk-cam more light.  He could see her panties, 
white for a second before her hand blocked the view by rubbing her sex.  She 
pulled away and clicked to a different page as one of the other girls from 
the office walked into her cube.  Her legs were still open, and he noticed 
that she seemed to have a pad on under her panties.  Brad figured that she 
was menstruating.

	Then he was interrupted as someone came in to talk to him.  The 
conversation lasted for almost a half hour, and when he got back to looking 
at the vid, Donna had left her office.  She hadn't left the building, but 
she had left the cube.  Brad sighed.  At five it was time to go home, and he 
figured he'd take a chance.  He left the cameras on and let it record.  His 
laptop had enough space to record for several hours, so he figured he would 
come back at around ten pm to get the machine.

	He got back at eleven and found the building empty.  He hunted through the 
store room and came across a nice low-light camera.  He put that one under 
her desk and then replaced the non working one with the original desk-cam.  
His tests showed that this worked very well.  He couldn't wait to get home 
to view the recordings.

	They were a disappointment, that was for sure.  Donna did go back to his 
web page and read through a story.  But there had been no masturbating and 
the only thing that the mike recorded was office talk between her and Sandy. 
  Oh well, what did he expect.  Still, it was frustrating but it was late 
and he was tired.

	When he got up the next morning, he checked his email accounts.  As usual, 
there was a ton of spam, and Brad heartily wished that they'd all just fuck 
off and die.  One of his accounts was for his website and the name he used 
there was Edge.  After all the spam deletion, there was one email from 
someone called need2sub.  It was a very nice piece of mail, the kind that 
authors like to get, telling him how much his work turned her on.  She went 
on to say that she had no real life experience, and even though she knew 
that his writing was fantasy, she was longing to experience sex as a sub; to 
actually do, or attempt to do some of the things he'd written about.

	That was interesting.  His work was fantasy, but there were a number of 
things that could be done in real life - if the sub was into pain and was 
very perverted.  That type of sub was rare, especially ones with a body type 
that attracted him.  There was a reason why his stories usually had young 
teens in them.  They were the ones with a body type that he liked, lean, 
waifish and small breasted.  Having spent time in the company of actual 
teens, at either family or friends houses, he knew that he had very little 
interest in them.  Really, he thought, how could an actual teen have the 
experience to give him the reactions that he desired of a sub?  Fact was, 
they had neither the mental maturity or the experience.  They had nice 
bodies though.

	need2sub had included an ICQ number and an offer to chat.  Hmmm - perhaps.  
The rest of his weekend was uneventful.  Pervert that he was, he saved the 
small clip of Donna playing with her panties.  Monday at work things were 
very slow.  The project was going OK, but they were waiting on some info.  
He and Donna had nothing to do from lunch on and he figured that he'd tune 
in and see what she was doing.  Then he came across the email that contained 
the ICQ number and he figured he'd see if need2sub was on.  He got on ICQ 
and started to contact her, idly staring at the pictures from the cams in 
Donna's office.

	He sent off the message to need2sub and sat back watching Donna work at her 
computer.  Then his attention was taken from the vid as need2sub came back.  
Wow - that was fast.

	need2sub:  Hello, thankYou for Your message.  i didn't think You'd contact 
me.
	Edge:  I'm glad you enjoyed my stories.
	need2sub:  They are extreme, but i find that i am drawn to them. <blush>
	Edge:  They're not reality, that's for sure.  But they are fun fantasies.

	Brad glanced up.  Donna was still engrossed in her computer screen, so he 
went back to his ICQ conversation.

	need2sub:  i have never subbed to anyone, but would like to.
	Edge:  Any*one*?  You are female, right?  Does that mean that you'd sub to 
a female?
	need2sub:  Are You a woman?  Your stories are written from a male 
perspective.

	Brad thought it was time to play a bit.  He wanted to see how receptive she 
was, but didn't want to give the impression that he was a 
'down-on-your-knees' wannabe Dom.

	Edge:  No, I'm quite male.  But you didn't answer my question.  You don't 
have to, of course, I was just curious.
	need2sub:  <big blush><squirm>  Um... yes, i like men and women.  Well, i 
think i like women.  I'm very turned on by the thought of having sex with 
one, but i've never actually done more then kiss. <sigh>

	Brad was starting to enjoy this.  It was amazing the things that people 
would tell you online that you would never find out in person.  Of course, 
her purpose in seeking him out was to tell him how sexually aroused his 
stories made her - also not something that would normally happen in person.

	Edge:  I think that bi-women are a total turn on.
	need2sub:  me too.  BRB

	Hmmm. Brad wondered about this woman.  He looked up at the monitor and saw 
that Sandy was once again talking to Donna.  He went back to cruising the 
net waiting for need2sub to contact him again.  Then, someone came in and 
wanted him to go look at some code.  He said he would in just a sec.

	Edge:  Gotta go for a few.  BBL.

	He left with Ed and ended up spending some time going through the code.  
When he got back to his desk, he unlocked the screen and opened ICQ.  There 
was a message there.

	need2sub:  Sorry, i have to go.  But if You wanted, You could contact me 
later.  i'd love to talk. <smile>

	That was the end of the message, and she was no longer online.  Oh well.  
Perhaps he would look her up later.  He puttered around until it was time to 
go, occasionally glancing up at the monitor to see what Donna was doing.  He 
wished that he could set the thing up to work from home, but the 
transmitters were very short range.  He decided to take a chance and set the 
thing up to record from 6:30 to 9pm.  He smiled realizing that this might be 
an excuse to get that new hard drive he wanted.

	He booted up the computer when he got home, but need2sub or n2s as he now 
thought of her, hadn't come on.  Brad opened Edge's email and scanned it.  
Ha!  Another note from n2s... that was good.  Opening it he saw that it had 
been send this afternoon, sometime after they had messaged.

	Sir,
	  ThankYou for taking the time to talk to me.  i hope that i didn't scare 
you off.  i know that i seem pretty eager, but the net lets you say things 
that you wouldn't normally say.  i don't know if You already have a sub, but 
if You are interested in cyber play, please let me know.  If you aren't 
interested, i understand, especially since You don't know me.

	i will tell You though, i am over 18 :)

	Thanks,
		need2sub


	Now that was interesting.  She was moving pretty fast, but at least she 
wasn't sending him actual contact info.  That would have scared him off.  
People were, after all, pretty strange.  Look at him - he spent his time 
writing hard core S&M and making bondage toys.  Brad got up and made some 
food, and by the time he got back to he computer it was almost six thirty.  
He looked down at the screen and saw the ICQ icon blinking.  Sure enough, it 
was her.

	need2sub:  Hello
	Edge:  Hi.  Sorry I had to leave earlier, I was at work.
	need2sub:  Yea, me too.  In fact, i'm still at work.
	Edge:  Working late?
	need2sub:  Not exactly.  i don't have access to a computer at home that my 
roommate can't see.  And she is home tonight.  Plus the equipment here is 
better <grin>
	Edge:  I see.

	Brad waited.  He wanted to see what she'd say next.

	need2sub:  Did you get my email?
	Edge:  Yes.

	More waiting.  Brad didn't elaborate on purpose.  If the woman wanted to 
play, he was willing - but she'd have to work for it.

	need2sub:  i'm sorry.  Did it offend You?
	Edge:  Not in the least.
	need2sub:  Oh.  Sometimes people are put off.  i mean, meeting people irl 
that you hooked up with on the net can be dangerous.
	Edge:  True enough.  I don't have any objection to cyber.  It can be 
interesting.  Do you have any specific interests?  Something that you want 
to try?  Cyber can be tricky since much more is put onto the sub.  You're 
the one who would have to do what you are told and sometimes that can be 
rough.
	need2sub:  Yes, that's true.  Naturally it's limited.  But it's better than 
nothing.  It's a safe icebreaker as well.  i would try my best to do as 
told.
	need2sub: i don't think that i have anything specific in mind.  It all 
looks good to me <blush>.
	Edge: so, you're the experimental type, eh?
	need2sub:  i would follow your directions as best as i could.
	Edge:  Hmmm.  OK.  I need some specifics about you.  Nothing like your name 
or where you live, but I would like to know what you look like.  It would be 
stupid of me to tell you to tightly bind your breasts into a ball if you 
were an A cup.
	need2sub:  Uh oh.  Do You like big breasts?  mine aren't that big...
	Edge:  No, big breasts are not a requirement <smile>.  Describe yourself 
for me please.
	need2sub: Yes Sir.  i am about 5'7" and weigh around 125.  i have 36-B cup 
breasts with large, dark nipples.  my waist is a 24.  i have blue eyes and 
long, dark hair.  It's very thick and i love to have it played with.  i also 
have dark pubic hair that is mostly trimmed.
	Edge:  Only mostly?
	need2sub:  Well... i don't like those little strips, so i have one that's 
wider. <blush> i don't shave my lips.
	Edge:  Oh?  Why not.
	need2sub:  this is embarrassing.
	Edge:  Well, we've only just met, so I won't be upset if you don't tell me.
	need2sub:  i want to... but...
	Edge:  Yes?
	need2sub:  i *should* tell you but...
	Edge:  There isn't really anything that you *have* to tell me.  For now, 
what ever you want to tell me will be enough.
	need2sub:  Yes, Sir.  if You don't mind then, i'll wait.
	Edge:  No problem.  You say you've had no rl experience.
	need2sub:  no Sir.  Is that a problem?
	Edge:  No, but in order to play, I need to know things about you and your 
sexuality.  Otherwise I won't know what to do to turn you on, especially 
since I have no visual cues.  Have you done any self bondage?
	need2sub:  Not really, aside from clothes pins on my nipples and um... 
lower lips.  My nipples are very sensitive and it hurt a lot.  i liked how 
it felt though... if i were tied, then i think i could stand stronger ones.  
It would turn me on to know that i couldn't remove them.
	Edge:  Do you masturbate?
	need2sub:  yes.
	Edge: A lot?
	need2sub:  yes <big blush>
	Edge:  Do you like answering my questions?
	need2sub:  yes.
	Edge:  Since you are at work, I guess there isn't much that I can have you 
do.
	need2sub:  Well, there is no one here.  It might not be a good idea for me 
to strip, but there are other things i could do.
	Edge:  Oh? Have you suggestions?
	need2sub:  no Sir.
	Edge:  What are you wearing?
	need2sub:  i have on a skirt that goes below my knee, heeled boots, thigh 
highs, panties, bra and a blouse.
	Edge:  Are you wet?
	need2sub:  yes Sir.
	Edge: Can you hike up your skirt to get to your panties?
	need2sub:  Just a sec....
	need2sub:  There.  It's pulled up.
	Edge:  Please remove your panties.

	It took a short time for her to respond.

	need2sub: They are off, sir.
	Edge:  Run your hand over your sex and tell me how it feels.
	need2sub: LOL i don't type too well with just one hand, but I'll try.  It 
feels good, i am very wet.
	Edge:  On a scale of one two ten, what is your arousal level?
	need2sub:  7
	Edge: Are you still playing with yourself?
	need2sub:  yes
	Edge:  Do you think you could cum?
	need2sub:  yes
	Edge:  Let me know when you are very close.

	The screen was silent for a time.  Then she wrote back.

	need2sub: about there
	Edge:  Good.  Stop masturbating now.
	need2sub:  Oooooo You are cruel!
	Edge:  Did you stop?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.
	Edge: How close were you?
	need2sub: very.
	Edge:  Good.  Now would you like to cum?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir
	Edge:  Then you'll have to do something for me.
	need2sub:  What?
	Edge:  Remove your blouse and bra.
	need2sub:  ??
	Edge:  You heard me.  You said no one was there.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.

	Another pause.

	need2sub:  OK.
	Edge:  What number are you at?
	need2sub: An eight.
	Edge:  Does being topless in your office make you hot?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.
	Edge:  Good.  You may now cum.  Let me know when you've finished.
	need2sub:  ThankYou Sir.

	Another pause, several minutes during which Brad contemplated relieving 
himself.  This was pretty hot.

	need2sub:  ThankYou Master!  That was SOOO good!
	Edge:  Oh dear.  I don't believe that I gave you permission to call me 
Master.
	need2sub: <gulp>  sorry.
	Edge:  No problem.  We were finished for the evening anyway.  But, don't 
you think that you should be punished as a reminder?  I'll let you know 
when/if you can call me Master.
	need2sub:  What is my punishment Sir?
	Edge:  Well, I assume that you have a coat there.
	need2sub: Yes Sir.
	Edge:  Good.  Then you will put that on and leave your bra and blouse in 
your desk.  The coat should hide you just fine until you get home.
	need2sub:  SIR???
	Edge:  Too much for you?
	need2sub: no Sir.
	Edge:  Good.  I'll send you an email tonight.  You should read it before 
you go to bed tonight.
	need2sub:  thankYou Sir.
	Edge:  Good night.
	need2sub:  Good night Sir.

	They signed off and Brad composed an email for her.

	need2sub,
		Except for your one slip tonight, you did very well.  Here are some simple 
instructions for you to follow.

	Tonight, when you go to bed, you are to masturbate again.  You may cum, but 
the next time we message, I will want a good description of how your juices 
tasted.  You will think of what you did at work while masturbating.

	Tomorrow, you will not wear a bra to work.  You will find a way to flash a 
co-worker that you find attractive.  You must show at least on breast all 
the way to the nipple for it to count.  It can be a man or woman, but you 
can't do it in the ladies room.


	We'll talk tomorrow night.

	Edge.

	Brad sent off the message and went to bed, where he found his own relief 
before sleeping.


End Part 1.






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