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The Newbie
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
She finally had it, her very own screen name. Certainly she had
agreed with the original idea, they would all share one name.
The Internet was new to the entire family, if a friend was on
the buddy list simply call the appropriate person to the computer.
They shared the phone, why not the AOL account?
Yet, going to pet chats and garden chats and recipe chats was
getting old. She wanted to go somewhere different, someplace a
little scary. Perhaps even be a little naughty. She had gotten
a few shocking IM's (instant messages) from the shared account.
She reacted like a mother protecting her children. What if her
kids had gotten this IM? Men asking if she was naked, asking if
she wanted to have cyber sex. Just the words made her blush. If
only she didn't have to be good, if only she felt safe, she could
be here and not be afraid. If she said something back to these
people would they put her screen name on their buddylist to WATCH
her? Well, she knew they would, because she watched THEM.
Yes, now her time online was spent keeping track of the weirdoes.
The names of the chat rooms they entered were interesting, comical,
thrilling. She watched their patterns. Did they have friends in
these strange chat rooms? She wanted to go in and eavesdrop. Now,
with her very own screen name she could.
She signed on, zjellyfish, it was cute, sassy, sweet and young.
Its how she felt. She felt like a child or a player at the beginning
of a video game. She could explore anywhere and if things went
wrong? GAME OVER. Simply throw away the name. The bad people could
never find her. It made Jelly feel safe.
She knew right where she wanted to go first! The chat room had
called to her for weeks. She had sat outside the room clicking
on the profiles of those inside. They had profiles that alluded
to mystery and power, domination and submission.
As she entered the room for the first time she knew exactly what
she wanted, she knew she NEEDED something. These people would
help her to find it. No one knows me, she thought. They only see
Jelly, zjellyfish floats from place to place, she is free.
Jelly took a deep breath and typed her words. "I'm female, I'm
submissive and I'm horny" She watched as her words scrolled up
on the screen, a rebuff followed from someone who said the room
was not for that. Suddenly her computer screen was filled with
IM's, four, five.
Age? Are you home alone? What to cyber? Trade picts? As each one
popped up she read it, her panic grew. Then one appeared and said,
"Get on your knees." Her heart beat in her chest, the chair slide
out from behind her, and Jelly who never lies, never says something
that isn't true, got on her knees. She replied, "I am on my knees."
She closed the other IM windows and waited.
His message came back, "You will always call me Master."
"Yes, Master," came her instant reply.
He made a private room, she followed him there. His words filled
her with warmth. He showered her with attention. He wanted her
naked, he listened as she accurately described her body. He said
next time they met she would be shaved for him, this would please
him.
"Yes, Master, I promise," she said.
He had her fetch a belt, a towel and a bowl of ice. He instructed
her to smell the leather of the belt, to use her hand to trace
the belts path along her body. He spoke of his image, his leather
boots, his riding crop, his billowing sleeves. He knew with certainty
she did as he asked. He spoke of trust and honesty and truth and
pleasure and pain. She wanted to please this man, this stranger,
the person who was now her master.
There was freedom in his commands. His requests became her desires.
His pleasure became her goal.
The ice was for her ass. He wanted a cube slid inside her, like
the cold metal tip of his crop. She accomplished it and proudly
typed for his pleasure. "It is done, Master" He asked for another
to be placed inside, she struggled and typed the words, "I am
having trouble, Master." He replied that he would wait.
She struggled some more and lied, for the first time, for the
last time. "It is done, Master." She instantly felt she had cheated
him, she felt he knew her deception. He asked for another piece
of ice to be slide inside her. This time she managed it and wrote
the words, but with a growing sense of dread.
He had her use the belt as he would the crop. He insisted on hard
swats to her breast and buttocks. She welcomed the punishment.
He described in beautiful words how he was there with her, proud
of his new treasure and that he wanted her to masturbate for him.
He waited the few moments it took for her fingers to bring her
body trembling into orgasm.
He offered the reward to her. She described how she adored his
cock. How she treated it most reverently, suckled the throbbing
head, slipped its veined length down her throat. Described how
her eyes would water in submission as she impaled her mouth onto
him, his cock head swelling in her throat and the warm reward
splashing down her throat.
She described her holding him gently in her mouth, feeling his
sensitive cock respond to her gentle breaths, finally using her
hand to message the final pearl to the tip. Admiring the final
drop, white, glistening, hers, she stared for the first time into
his eyes and licked the drop away.
He told her "z" with a small letter would be her name. He planned
to train her. She had promise, and instincts. She had never felt
so free.
z signed off line and stared at her reflection. She knew she would
never be the same and she knew she had to fix the lie.
Three days passed. She was afraid to disturb him. His name would
appear on the buddylist and she would freeze with panic. She felt
he watched her, the lie was there between them. She had shaved
her pussy, spent hours deep in thought, longed to speak to him
again, yet when she did she would have to admit the lie.
Finally, she removed her clothes, kneeled and IMed him. She asked
if he remembered her. Perhaps she had only been one of a thousand,
a fleeting diversion in his life. He said that he indeed did remember
her.
She told him she needed to confess a lie, about the ice, the second
piece that never made it inside. Her deception had prevented her
from facing him all week. He said she would be punished but first
he must do something.
If only now she could remember the words, the words he used as
he placed the collar around her neck. She only remembers it now
as the moment of her birth. Perhaps, someday in a dream, her mind
will allow her to remember, see clearly that moment. But for now,
his beautiful words, and his screen name are gone.
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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