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From: Cindy Silver Eyes <cse1986@rocketmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} CHATROOM BLUES (M/F, Blackmail, Slavery) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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CHATROOM BLUES
(M/F, Blackmail, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****

Cindy woke up with a blast of a headache...  what a night it had
been.  She got off the bed to head to the kitchen, where she
could get her hands on a much needed shot of Alka-Seltzer.

As she downed a glass of sparkling medicine to soothe her stomach
and clear her head, she sadly concluded that there was no way
she'd be able to hit the gym in her current state   in fact, it'd
be a major success if she could get some studying done for her
finals at all today...  It was already past noon.  College exams
sucked; she could not wait to be done, but that was still more
than a year-and-a-half away.

After she took a long, hot shower, Cindy poured a cup of coffee,
and sat before her laptop to catch up with New York Times   a
habit she'd grown into in college.  She knew she was
good-looking, but she hated people mistaking her for dumb...  

She barely recalled particulars of the previous night's party,
but just remembering the amount of alcohol she'd consumed was
almost enough to send the girl running into the bathroom to empty
the contends of her stomach.  They'd been at a frat party and one
of the fraternity brothers had his 21st...  There had been enough
beer to fill up an Olympic-sized pool and more types of nasty
cocktails and shots than she could remember.  All she knew was
once you mixed it all up, you turned into a walking zombie by
night and a total wreck by the next day...  She also recalled
spending most of her time at the party trying to push away guys
who wanted very badly to take advantage of her drunken state. 
She'd even let a couple of them kiss her, of which she was hardly
happy...  College boys were so stupid; they were more like
overgrown kids...

Which was why she'd come back to her beloved laptop by 2 AM, but
recalling that caused even more regret than all the alcohol she'd
drank.  It was the same always   whenever she got drunk, and
especially got bored of the silly boys all over her, her
dark-side woke up and had to be fed...  As much as she was
overcome with the guilt and shame of it, she did recall spending
much better time at home, in front of the computer...  And still
drinking more...  She did not even recall how it had ended, but
it must have been near 5 AM by the time she'd finally gone to
bed.

She knew what she'd done of course:  Back on the IRC chats she'd
been, using a different pseudonym as always   she didn't even
remember what she'd made up this time...  It was of course best
to keep your identity top-secret when you were roaming channels
like "Sexual Slavery" and "Female Humiliation"...  She knew she'd
acted out some version of the same themes with guys even if the
details were hazy amid drunken orgasms   she was once again a
hapless sex-slave; raped, humiliated, punished by her Master... 
who was probably some old, fat loser in Iowa or Idaho... Or maybe
right here in North Carolina, across from Duke...  Who ever knew
on-line?  That was the beauty of it...  Still, Cindy felt like
shit as she always did after such episodes   and silently
repeated her usual wow to never repeat it again.  

The chat rooms were still open and she could catch a glimpse of
the texts from her chat-rooms, but she hardly had any stomach for
it   she just wanted to forget all about it and get to the
library to get some studying done.  She shut down the computer
quickly.

She checked her iPhone to see if she had any messages   she was
supposed to meet two of her friends to study together but none of
the girls had looked in much better shape by the time she'd left
the party...

There was only one message, from a number she did not recall. 
The message subject was just "Hello Cindy".  Maybe she'd been
stupid enough to give her number to one of the boys at the party,
though the number looked out-of-state...  It was an empty
message, except for a picture-file attachment.  She opened the
attachment with some curiosity, hoping it was not a virus...

What she saw was the most dreadful surprise of her life...

***

In Boston, Joe Malley smiled as soon as he hit the send button  
he knew he'd hit the jack-pot this time...  And what a gorgeous
jack-pot it was... After years of prowling, it was about time...
He was a happily married, 39-year old father of two.  But what
man could be satisfied with one dame   especially one that was
having considerable difficulty shedding all those extra pounds
after two births...  He missed the days when he had been the star
quarterback of his high school, and girls were all over him.  

Joe owned a small subcontracting business   he'd never made it to
college, instead getting a job in construction.  He'd first made
it to foreman, and then started his own little company   and the
business was fairly good, even if some of his old pals from the
neighbourhood had gone to college and got fancy jobs downtown. 
He certainly pulled in enough dough to take care of the family,
not to mention spare money for some fun on the side...

And what fun it would be.   

The first picture showed Cindy naked from the waist up, right
hand playing with her left tit, while she was stuffing a big,
black dildo in her mouth with the left hand...  A drunken smile
stretched around the large rubber-penis, as she was looking
straight into the camera.  Joe had spent near two hours to
convince the drunk college slut to give him that shot, but the
rest had been easy as pie after that...   And he doubted she'd
remember any of it the next morning...

What a hoot it was   the girl had given not only her real name,
but her phone number, too.   Not to mention posing for all those
pictures as part of the little role-playing they'd engaged in
around 4 AM.  Maybe they really shouldn't let these dumb college
sluts do any drinking, Joe chuckled merrily.

Joe had a good dozen pictures, each better than the one before  
he intended to send one per hour till the evening, by which time
he imagined the stupid little slut would be hysterical, and ready
to do anything she was told to.  

She'd get everything she'd wanted the night before.  And more.  A
lot more if Joe had his way   and he very much intended to... 
He'd long wanted a sex slave   a real one, in the flesh, not some
bored house-wife role-playing on the internet.  A real sex-slave,
a young, gorgeous girl, ready to pander to his every whim
everyday, every hour; ready to be used as he saw fit...

That was the dream, and now it was no further than a quick flight
to Raleigh...

***

3 months later...

Joe stood in front of the door of the small apartment in Allston,
shaking the dirt off his boots.  He was a very fit 39-year old;
muscles built at construction sites, not in fancy gyms.  He had a
small beer belly, but that was about it.  He hadn't shaved in a
few days, but that was okay   he was still the most clean-cut guy
at work.  He wore jeans and a plaid shirt as always.  He took one
last smoke from his cigarette and threw the butt in the hallway.


He'd had to pay off another fat government inspector today, to
the tune of $500, and he was still pissed off about it.  Normally
he'd head to the pub to relax after such an episode and drink
beer till he was fully drunk, and then head home to the wife; but
he was now in the mood for a much better brand of relaxation.  

He turned the key and entered the apartment.

There she was   his sex slave...

He had laid down the rules fast and hard as soon as he met his
new pet down in Raleigh, and she knew damn well who was the boss
right away.  She were to move her tight little ass to Boston to
serve her new Master and Owner 24/7...   

She was kneeling on the floor.  Her tighs spread apart.  Her
hands clenched together at the back of her neck.

She was fully nude, as always.  Except for a thick leather collar
she now wore all the time.  There were tattos across each wrist,
tattos of chains.  Another tatto, right below her navel, simply
said "Sex Slave Cindy".  Her nipples were pierced; so was her
tongue.  Joe loved such details.

There were sex-toys all over the walls, ready to be used on the
slave.  Accompanied by naked shots of her.

"Good evening Master" she said, looking up at him from the floor.
 

"Please fuck me hard..." she whined, as she'd been taught.  

Joe grinned:  "On all fours, slut..." he ordered.  He did love
his new life.

Cindy immediately assumed the position her Master required.  

Her wettest dreams and her worst nightmares were now rolled into
one...  into hard, cold, unavoidable reality...

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)










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