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<!--ADULTSONLY--> 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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