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Subject: {ASSM} FAT BASTARD (M/F, Humiliation, Slavery, Blackmail) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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THE FAT BASTARD
(M/F, Humiliation, Slavery, Blackmail)

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 parked her car in a hurry on her driveway   it was 6:45 PM,
which meant she had only 15 minutes to be on-line.

She rushed inside, jumping in the shower   perhaps it was silly
to take a shower to meet someone on-line, but she felt better and
more refreshed that way.  She discarded her conservative business
suit   she was a 3rd year associate at Ernst & Young, which meant
she was still trying to prove herself, and having been treated as
just the sexy blonde all through college, she was determined to
come across serious at work.  The rather obvious attention of
more senior managers did help of course and was certainly a
little welcome   she was no fool, after all, and it wasn't like
she spent 90 minutes in the gym every morning for nothing...  
  
"But no man comes close to this" she said to herself as she took
a seat in front of her lap-top.  She turned it on and directly
logged into the chat room "sluts-craving-humiliation", feeling
already over-excited.  He was already there   "am I late?" she
wondered in fear, but it wasn't right 7 PM yet.  She quickly
double-clicked on "Brutal-Bruce", and opened the private chat
room.  His picture was on the upper right hand corner   and he
was so delectably handsome.  Late thirties, dashingly rugged,
handsome, Viking-like face, with a well-trimmed sexy beard,
masculine yet long, dirty blonde hair, blue, piercing eyes, and a
hint of obviously strong, wide, wide shoulders.  She was wet... 

"Hello Master" she typed.

She had to wait a good 5 minutes before he replied   it was
slaves who had to be on-time after all, not Masters, even
on-line...

"Welcome back slut" finally Bruce typed back.  "Are you naked?"
"Only my bath-robe Master" Cindy replied.

"Good   remove it, masturbate and spank, no cumming..."

This was almost a routine   and one that was intoxicatingly
exciting for Cindy.  She removed her robe, standing naked in the
middle of her living room   it was a good thing the curtains were
firmly shut at the moment, to avoid spying eyes...  And they did
exist, did they not?

Cindy bent over at 90 degrees   she began fingering herself with
her left hand, while the right hand grabbed the ping-pong racket
she used for this purpose.  She spanked herself hard   so hard,
she made herself yelp...  She removed her hand from her pussy and
typed:

"1 Master"

She put it back in her pussy and resumed fingering   and spanked
herself again with the racket.

"2 Master"

If she didn't remove her hand, she'd be close to cumming right
away, she knew that...  So the mandatory breaks to report her
progress did help...

"3 Master"

"4 Master"

"5 Master"

When would he make her stop?- she never knew...  not before 20,
that was for sure...  and if Bruce decided to just go have some
beers with his friends, and left her like that?  She had no idea
at what number she'd stop.  A big number, that was certain...
She continued on...

"18 Master"

"19 Master"

"20 Master"

"Stop!" finally Bruce typed.  "Now, have you bought a bottle of
tequila, like I asked?" 

"Yes Master, I did..."

"Good   go have a shot and come back..."

"Yes Master...".  Cindy made her way to the kitchen to have the
drink   she was already sweating like a pig form her
self-administered spanking & masturbating treatment, her ass was
on fire, and she was horny as a dog in heat, that was for sure. 
She did not possess a strong tolerance to alcohol, and drinking
anything as strong as tequila would have never occurred to her. 
But Master was Master and orders were orders.  She drank the shot
in one swift gulp.  And started feeling light-headed almost right
away...

 "I am back Master" she typed and again had to wait a good 5
minutes before Brutal Bruce responded   probably he was busy
manhandling some other stupid slave sluts in other chat rooms...

"Good slave   now let's expand on that little fantasy you
mentioned the other day...  So, then, you say you'd love to be
dominated by a man you find.. despicable and disgusting... 
offensive...  that what you said, right?"

Cindy swallowed...

"Yes... yes, Master... in fantasies"

"In fantasies... that's correct."

"And you mentioned this guy across the street from your house,
hmm?  Your neighbor..?"

Cindy paused   she had mentioned him, that was correct, but only
after being so effectively coaxed by her Master and only after
counting other such despicable characters, i.e. one of her
bosses, her landlord etc... 

"Yes, Master" she typed.

"You called him a 'fat bastard', right?  A fat loser..."

"Yes Master..."

"So, tell me about him..."

"Well..." Cindy paused.  "He is really overweight, not like obese
I guess, but definitely a fat-ass...  Big beer belly.  He's got
longish hair, more like he never gets around to have a proper
haircut.  Or a proper shave...  He drives a pick-up truck, he's
got some kind of red-neck job, maybe a gardening-company or some
such...  

"Ok..."

"Thing is he is always checking me out...!"

"I thought you liked men checking you out slut!  Don't lie to
your Master..."

"I do... sometimes, Master.  When it's men like you Master... 
Not when it's like this fat loser..."

"Hmm.. so continue:  He checks you out..."

"All the time...  I think he almost times when he comes and goes
to run into me...  and he's so obvious when he's looking at me. 
I can almost feel all the dirty things he's planning in his
head."

"Hmm..." 

"And he always tries to catch me in my house as well   he watches
me Master.  I can see it; he turns off the lights, but he smokes,
he smokes non-stop, so I catch the light of his cigarettes.  He's
trying to catch a glimpse of me from across the street at
nights... trying to catch me naked or something, or with a guy
perhaps, fat pervert that he is..."

Cindy was already feeling light-headed from the tequila.

"Hmm...  interesting, interesting...  You think he's there, now?
Waiting for you to strut around the living room, perhaps?"

"I don't know, Master..."

"Then check, dumb slut...!"

"Yes, Master"

Cindy walked to the curtains, parted them, and looked   she had
to look only for a second or two:  There it was, the light from
the tip of a cigarette   that was the only clue, and that was
enough.

"He is there Master..." she returned and typed.

"Interesting!  So, now, go open the curtains..."

"But, I'm naked Master..."

"Hmm.. that's even better. LOL..."

Cindy froze and waited for a few moments...

"LOL!  Ok, maybe not like that...  go, get the sexiest set of
lingerie you got   then go open the fuckin' curtains..  AND this
is not negotiable..."

"Ok... ok Master."

Soon, she was back in the living room:  Wearing a red set of
lingerie she'd ordered from Victoria's secret, but never even yet
tried on a date...  Now, she'd be showing it to the fat pervert
across the street...

She moved closer to the curtains, and parted them.  Paused for a
moment, and parted them totally.  There was now no way to hide
herself, and she was sure she was in the process of giving the
fat bastard exactly what he dreamt of for months...

She almost rushed back to sit in front of the computer, quite
sure she'd given a flash of her ass in a lace thong in the
process.  She seated herself in front of the lap-top, glad to be
only exposing her lingerie-clad chest, as the top of the couch
hopefully hid her below the waist.

"I did it Master..."

"Yeah?  Good girl..  Good little slave slut...  what color is the
lingerie?"

"Red, Master.  It's from Victoria's Secret..."

"Good.  Good slut...  Now, let's look into these fantasies of
yours, dirty whore..."  

*****

Cindy turned on the lap top right 7 PM   she was naked.  This was
the rule:  She'd been flashing the fat bastard for 2 weeks now. 
It had taken stern orders from her Master to expose her naked
tits on the window, but that seemed nearly innocent now:  New
rules were that she had to remain naked at home at all times,
while her Master had made her remove the curtains permanently. 
She was like fish in an aquarium, and had no doubt the fat
bastard was watching her all the time...  She did her best to
hide behind the couch or other objects in the living room to
avoid the gaze of her neighbor, but she was sure it was futile
most of the time   she feared the revolting pervert might even be
taking pictures.  She'd been doing her absolute best to avoid
running into the fat neighbor for 2 weeks, but when she failed,
she was met with a knowing look and a revolting grin from him...
She usually just looked away and hurried into her car whenever
that happened.

Yet, she was horny and wet as hell when she was walking around
naked in her own living room, knowing she was being observed by a
revolting man, because her Master ordered to...

"Masturbate and spank, no cumming..." Brutal Bruce typed.

"1 Master"

"2 Master"

"3 Master"

She prayed to God the fat bastard did not get a full view of
this...

...

"18 Master"

"19 Master"

"20 Master"

"Stop slut...  go have a shot..."

Cindy did as she was told   Brutal Bruce always made her drink
these days, and she knew that really tarnished her better
judgment...

"So, now, have you bought the web cam I asked for, bitch?"

"Yes, Master"

"Well, hook it up slut   and get another shot..."

Cindy did as she was told   she'd never showed herself to Brutal
Bruce.  But it had been decided that this would be the night...
Bruce had decided as such.

"Ok slut   let's see you..."

Cindy swallowed and turned on the camera, which was hooked to
Bruce's chat room   first it was her face, that Bruce would be
able to see.  

"Nice..." Bruce typed.  "What a pretty, blonde face you got...  
another tequila shot!"

Soon she'd had her shot and slowly but surely had revealed her
fully nude body to her on-line Master, her firm yet large
breasts, the washboard stomach, the smooth legs, shaven pussy...

"Excellent bitch   good to finally see my property up close &
personal..." Bruce commented in obvious glee...

"Now, shake those big, fat tits...  do it..."

Cindy did as she was told, shaking her tits at the camera, her
face a deep shade of red, her pussy on fire and dripping with
unbearable excitement...

"Harder bitch   shake those tits harder...!"

Cindy did, giving her breasts a fierce shake to please her
Master...

"Great   now Masturbate and spank!  Another 20! Let's see what it
looks like when you punish yourself for your Master..."

Cindy grabbed the ping-pong racket, and proceeded to give her
on-line Master a real show in the form of punishing and fingering
her naked body in front of the web cam...

*****

"Masturbate and spank!" Bruce typed.  It had been 3 long days
since their last meeting on-line...

"1 Master"

"2 Master"

"3 Master"

Cindy was on fire again, her bottom and her pussy...  She'd all
but gotten used to doing this on the web-cam by now; the added
humiliation only seemed to add to her passion...

...

"18 Master"

"19 Master"

"20 Master"

"Stop slut" typed Bruce.  "Get another shot..."

This would be Cindy's 3rd already.

"And the dildo you bought..."

Cindy hesitated at that   it sounded so outrageous... but orders
were orders, were they not?  And she was a slave, a sex slave,
even if this was just fantasy...  So, she had to do what was
ordered to her   and that thought was enough to get her wetter
still...

She had her shot and came back with the huge, black dildo her
on-line Master had made her buy.  She couldn't believe how horny
and wet she was now   she'd done one thing she couldn't tell her
Master, though:  She'd closed the curtains for once.  She felt
safe with Bruce   he was a power-hungry, arrogant, cruel man, but
that was what he was supposed to be...  It was surely mostly an
act for him, too, anyhow.  She felt weirdly safe even undressing
before him in front of the computer.  But she hated exposing
herself to the fat bastard across the street, even to amuse
Bruce...  It made her wet, but right now she had other stuff to
excite her... 

"Alright, good sized dildo..." Bruce typed.  "You think your fat
neighbor is watching?"

"No, he's not around Master" Cindy lied.

"Ok   now suck on that dildo slut and make sure you're looking at
me through the web cam as you do it" Bruce typed.

"Yes, Master" Cindy typed back, and grabbed the dildo.  Soon, she
was giving it a genuine blow-job even as her right hand held on
to it...  Her naked body shook under the gaze of the camera, her
tits swung back and forth...

Bruce let her do that for a good 10 minutes...

"Ok, slut, enough of that" he typed.  "Now, the grand finale  
for you to cumm...  Take the dildo, spread your thighs wide for
me to see, and fuck yourself with the dildo -  no cumming and no
stopping, until I tell you to..."

 "Yes Master" Cindy typed back, took out the dildo from her mouth
and moved it down below.

*****

Cindy was at work.  She kept tugging at the hem of her skirt   it
was far too short, even for a mini, and entirely inappropriate
for work as far as she was concerned.  But her Master had ordered
her to dress sexy for work today, and she'd obeyed of course. 

She was horny as hell, even though the obvious looks she was
getting from all the men at Ernst & Young was totally humiliating
  the extra tight, form fitting sweater and the high heels did
not help, either, of course   she really hoped Bruce was not
going to make a habit of ordering her to go to work looking like
a slut.  She was trying to build a career after all, and she
hated being so embarrassed at work, even if taking orders made
her wet...

An e-mail popped up on her screen and she nearly shrieked   it
was from him:  Brutal Bruce, his e-mail address obvious enough.
The e-mail was quick and to the point:  

"Slut, I've decided it's time we meet face-to-face   and actually
begin your training as a real sex-slave, I've had enough of this
on-line bullshit..."

Cindy was totally taken aback   meet, in person?  Being a real
slave?  All of this was out of question   she just meant to enjoy
some fantasies in front of her lap-top at nights, things had gone
overly risky recently, true, but she'd never accept to be under
total control of someone   even Bruce...  She was at work anyway,
and she felt more confident than her naked self in front of the
lap-top in the evenings.  There was no way she would turn over
her life to someone  even as dazzling and sexy as Bruce   to
merely satisfy her kinkier urges...

"Bruce, I'm afraid I would like to keep our relationship to the
on-line chats we enjoy" she wrote back.  She had no idea how
Bruce had even found out about her business e-mail...  And she
most certainly wanted to keep the private exchange to a
minimum...

The next e-mail from Bruce came only moments later:

"Stupid cunt slut...  I wasn't asking your opinion.  I am merely
informing you.   You will be my permanent real life sex slave
from now on...  I expect to find you fully naked and on your
knees at your house, today at 7 PM.  We meet this time in your
home, not in some chat-room...   And you will be punished for
assuming you have a choice in the matter, punished badly...  Oh,
by the way, do look at the attachment I sent...   Your Master and
Owner..."

Cindy felt mad and shocked   how did Bruce even know where she
lived   but she opened the attachment:  It was a huge video file,
and when Cindy managed to get it open, she nearly screamed:
It was her, spanking herself with the ping-pong racket, and
fingering herself, totally nude, facing the camera.  It was her,
shaking her naked tits at the camera.  Her, sucking on a big
black dildo, while not moving her eyes form the camera.  Her,
fucking herself with the giant dildo, her thighs spread wide
apart for the benefit of the camera, her, orgasming in sweat and
screams for the camera...  Bruce had recorded it all!  He hadn't
been merely watching, he'd been recording it.  

She nearly collapsed on the floor in terror...

*****

Cindy was naked and kneeling on the floor of her house, as per
the orders from Bruce that came in the follow-up e-mail.  
She was hand-cuffed in the back.  She was gagged with a red-ball
gag.  And she was blindfolded.... as per the e-mail also.
She waited nervously, shivering in anxiety.  This was what she
had fantasized about forever and ever, yet she felt total dread.
She was horny and excited.  But that hardly made up for it.  What
would it really be like?  To be under the thumb of Bruce...
Brutal Bruce...  To be a slave... a real sex slave...
She heard the house door open   it was left unlocked also per the
e-mail - and her whole body tensed instantly.  

In walked Bruce, she could hear the steps   Cindy found herself
wondering what he looked like in person.  She couldn't see a
thing.

He spoke with a hard, thick voice:

"Hello Cindy-slut...  So, you new life begins.  There will be so
many new rules to learn.  Don't think you've seen the real deal
on-line, slave...  I am a very stern Master, after all. I believe
in harsh discipline and total obedience -  and you will be a
very, very obedient slave for me, precious little one.  You will
always be perfectly obedient.  You will learn to please me in
every way you can imagine   and in ways you dare not imagine. And
you will learn to do it all with a smiling, eager face, no matter
how much you're abused, humiliated, or punished.  You will always
love it   because a slave always loves to serve and loves
everything that her Master does to her...  And you are a slave...
 a natural born slave... true-and-true...  not that you have much
option about it anymore..."

"I am eager to begin your training   and this will involve a good
deal of punishment, since you need to learn the terrible price of
even the slightest disobedience...  In fact, we will begin your
training with a severe punishment for not leaving the curtains
open last time, as you were supposed to   yes, I know about that
shameless disobedience, and you will soon be regretting it..."
Cindy was now shivering in fear, though her pussy was on fire all
the same...  She moaned into her gag, overcome by all the
competing emotions she suffered from.  She felt the tip of a
wood-like thing sliding across her flat belly.

"This is my bamboo cane..." Bruce explained.  "Don't think your
punishment tool will be a stupid, harmless ping-pong racket
anymore...  This one has a real bite slut   you will learn to
fear and respect it..."

"But first, I guess you need to see me... I've seen all of you
after all...  and you deserve to know the Master and Owner you
will be serving from now on...  Of course! - You don't really
think that picture on the chat rooms belonged to me, do you? 
It's just an actor from the 70s...  Only a stupid, dumb slut like
you would put her real self on the web...  and end up as
plaything for strangers..."

Cindy felt his rough hands on her cheek, and felt a finger
slipping underneath the blindfold, pulling the knot open.  
She looked up   and shrieked in shock into her gag:
There stood her Master, tall above her...

He grinned down at her with an evil smile.

It was him... 
 
The fat bastard...

"Hello slut...!  Welcome to your new life as the fat bastard's
fucktoy and permanent sex slave...".  He lifted her ample breasts
with his bamboo stick, with a huge, dirty grin across his face: 

"From now on you will be calling me Master..." 

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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