Cyber Stalker

I watched as she reached under her arm and adjusted her bra. Her breasts looked bigger and had caused her to garner more attention from everyone at work. It was hard to imagine why a girl with a D cup would be wearing a padded bra but I knew why. The only reason for the padding was because the night before we had told her to use her clamps. They were small and had been applied so that it looked like two small vices were squeezing the underside of her nipples.

With time the lack of circulation caused her to loose feeling in the sensitive nubs. For a day long trial of her will to fallow our orders we had also told her to move her bra around every nine minutes. It sent fresh flashes of pain though her and it was reflected on her face.

We. I had to remember to separate between me and Citizen23. While one was my online alter ego, a controlling master who enjoyed the humiliation of his one chosen project, the other was the person I presented at work. The person I was at work was almost a background character when it came to the social structure but over the last week I had made the effort to talk to her in person, see that smile, and watch as she was still unable to look into my eyes after her little stunt not to long ago.

The first day after hearing her cum on the phone had been the best. I would casually show up in the same room as her and watch as she quickly left though the closest door. When she couldn't leave fast enough I was able to see the particularly deep shade of red that the embarrassment memory brought to her face. I wouldn't always look at her but I could feel each time her nervous eyes turned to me.

Then I would hear about it when I got home. Or he would hear about it. Citizen23.

Geekongreek3: *Whimpers* I can't go back to work Master.

Citizen23: Has work suddenly become too challenging for my slut? *Pats your head*

Geekongreek3: *Leans into your hand* No Master, but he knows! I can tell. He won't look at me the same way.

Citizen23:*Grabs your ear and gives it a twist* Has he told others? Are there rumors of your dirty deeds floating though the halls? Do you get calls at home from guys who have seen your number up on a bathroom wall?

Geekongreek3:*Winces* No Master.

Geekongreek3: It's just so hard to work. Every time I see him I remember you. Just the thought of you makes me wet. *Rubs my legs together*

Citizen23: *Smiles and nibbles on the sore ear* Did you miss me while at work?

The conversation continued on and off for the next few days, sometimes we would indulge her with role-play but more and more she began asking for another command. That was all the encouragement I needed to give her the current task.

Almost nine minutes. I stood up from my seat, faking a stretch, and caught her adjusting herself again. This time she used both hands over her breasts and the reflection off her computer screen was clear enough to show her face. Her closed eyes caused her brow to knit together even tighter from the pain. It was the shape of her mouth as it quietly opened for a breathless 'Ohhh' that was the biggest pay off.

I had to sit down quickly. The show had lasted for only seconds but at the same time my body was no slouch. It had taken those few seconds to divert blood from the rest of my body down to below my waist as I had watched her. I reached down and adjusted myself so that my hard on grew along my pant leg instead of painfully against my zipper.

Eight and a half minutes to go and the ritual had already become intoxicating with power and lust. She had not failed once to remember the mini deadlines set though out her day and I had been privy to most of them.

The day was shorter than I wanted it to be and it seemed like I had just watched her sit down in her chair minutes ago before I had to leave. When I got home I tried all of two hours not to think about her but each time my mind wandered it pictured her nipples, abused from the day's torture. I wanted to know what it would be like to use my own teeth on her and watch her pained face from only inches away.

She didn't come on line that night. She didn't show up at work the next day. I wanted to know why but I had worked to hard not to look concerned at this phase. I had to wait till nearly midnight before I received an e mail.

Dear Master,

This slut is sorry for not talking to Master sooner. Just before I had left work I took off the clamps by pulling them off instead of opening them. Between all the pain and the heat in my pussy I didn't notice the deep scratches that bled into my bra. When my mother did my laundry she found the bra and both her and dad insisted on seeing the marks.

I was forced to show my breasts to my parents as they both inspected my nipples. I know you will be pleased to hear how small this slut felt as her father took my tit in his hand and held my nipple up to a light to inspect the cuts. I nearly died when the sheer touch to my breasts was enough to turn them rock hard again. My ears burned and my stomach did flips when I saw them exchange a look because of this slut's arousal. I was so hot and wet from having my father's big hands on my breasts that I could barely think. I could barely hear their questions over my own thoughts and prayers for everything to just end.

I felt so ashamed of the heat between my legs that I finally broke down and lied to them just so I could leave the room. I told them I was dating someone, that we had been fooling around, and broke down crying. I wanted the earth to swallow me up. I wanted to shrink down to the size of an ant and disappear in the carpet. I wanted all those things and at the same time I wanted so badly to just cum.

I ran to the shower and locked the door behind me. My one lucky break was that neither of them waited for me at the door. I turned on the shower and stripped off the rest of my clothes. Your slut instantly buried her fingers into her pussy just before laying face down on the floor to look though the crack under the door to check for feet. My tits burst with a new flame as they pressed hard against the cold floor. I didn't even bother to get back to my feet.

This slut laid there on the floor with her fingers buried in her pussy, grinding against her hand, and rocking side to side to put more pressure on each breast. I wanted to cry out I was so close. Instead I took my one free hand and pulled a towel off the rack to bite down on as I came. I came and put a hand over my mouth, stuffing the portion of the towel I had further into my mouth, to try and silence the verbalization of a day's worth of foreplay and humiliation.

I am a slut. In the shower I knew that now more than ever before. I cried in my shower, I cried into my pillow the next day instead of going to work, and I have to blink though my tears here at the computer. I can't wipe these tears from my eyes because one hand is constantly on my clit and the other I use to peck away at the keyboard.

This is what you have done to me.

I want more.

-Geekongreek3

I read the email several times that night. I even printed it out and held it to my bed side light as I skimmed my favorite parts for a nice slow 'before you sleep' jerk. I ended up kneeling over it as my cum shot all over her words. The thick strands were slowly absorbed by them and darkened the paper.

I set it on my bed stand and closed my eyes. I could only guess at what her parents looked like but in my mind’s eye I saw her squirm as her father hands gently handled her tender flesh. She would look very different from how she presented herself at work. No longer an adult she would have a child like expression of guilt and shame as her well meaning parents further embarrassed their daughter. I could not dwell to long on her examination with out thinking of what it would look like to be on the other side of that bathroom door.

I would have probably seen her eye darting from side to side as she checked under the door. From inside I would be able to also see how her other eye had been squeezed shut to she could see more clearly. Behind her I would have a clear view of her pussy as her fingers worked desperately, her efforts hampered by her own body weight resting on her arm, and then freed as she started rocking from side to side. I could almost feel what it would be like to touch her leg, bent at the knee, in the air as she came in the small enclosed space. To feel the muscle tighten in grasp as the powerful orgasm took over all her thoughts and actions.

I was able to throw the covers off myself in time to grab the paper as I came for a second time. Back to back orgasms were a rare event for me. I felt rubbed raw and each time I went back down to it during the night I pulled away and rolled over onto my stomach, favoring a grind against my bed instead of possibly damaging my equipment.

“You can’t do that here,” She said.

I had been about to check my e-mail again. I closed down the window and turned in my seat. I was faced with the pleasant swell of her breasts. If I had known she had been that close I might have tired to get up while turning and possibly feel the mounds pressed against me.

“Looking over shoulders is a bad habit,” I smiled a little now that I saw she was able to look me in the eye.

“I need a favor,” she said.

I almost said ‘No’ out of habit. Most girls tried this little stunt when they wanted someone to cover a shift for them. Remembering the e-mail I decided to hear her out. She was no longer looking in my eyes but instead at the ground. I stood up, having several inches on her, and could visibly see her cheeks turn shades of red as she tried even harder not to look at me.

“It’s not a favor. More of a request,” she said. “I can’t really tell you why but I need you to come by for dinner. My family is having some friends over and,” her voice dropped off.

My mind raced. Was she setting me up to take the fall? Would I go to her house only to be greeted by two angry parents and a shot gun? I had to say no. I put my hand on her shoulder and prepared myself to say no.

“A free meal? How could I pass it up?” Touching her was like feeling electricity course up my nerves and dump their charge in the pleasure centers of my brain. I wanted her too much to turn it down for all my earlier planning. My fingers squeezed the cloth covered flesh and for a moment I could say nothing else. The moment passed. “Meeting the parents is more of a second date kind of thing. How about we see a movie first?”

She stiffened in my grip a little then loosened. Her head turned from the floor to my face and an eternity passed as I looked into her eyes. Her eyes could pierce the soul. She might have seen in that my mind was working over time with new plans for humiliations I would have in store for her. If she knew she never said, but I saw out of the corner of my eyes the tell tale squeeze of her thighs.

That night we talked about her new date and the price she would pay for going out with someone other than me.