Chapter 2

The tenor of the exchange changed so subtly she almost didn't notice. Then one day she realized everything he said was a command, and given in a way he knew she would obey. It frightened her, aware that everything about her was changing, and in a panic she'd shut down the computer and not even gone near it for almost a week. But the restless need that plagued her overrode any other feelings. Finally she gave in and logged back on. All his messages were there waiting for her. They all said the same thing-"Where are you? Why have you run away?"

When she didn't answer he wrote, "Don't be frightened. I would never hurt you. Ever. That's not what I'm about."

Just like that she was back into the role.

They'd been emailing back and forth again for two weeks now. Their conversation continued to grow bolder, his commands more graphic. They made her squirm in the beginning but she soon found the whole thing was an incredible turn-on. The first time she actually fucked herself with her fingers and described it to him, she thought she'd die of embarrassment. Then she reminded herself he couldn't see her.

Sometimes when he gave her specific directions she really was convinced he could see her. He'd tell her to do things and she'd say okay, pretending, but somehow he caught her out every time. Tonight when she didn't answer him he repeated his command, prodding her.

"Did you take them off yet, Misty?"

"Not yet. Hold on."

"I am holding on." She could almost feel his grin in his words. "Got my hand wrapped around it right now, as a matter of fact."

"Oh, yeah? Tell me how it looks? What it feels like."

"Only after you take off your shorts."

Shannon stood up long enough to pull her shorts down and kick them away. When she sat back down in the chair, the rough fabric of the cushion rubbed against the lips of her newly shaved cunt. That was something he'd ordered her to do two nights ago, then had her describe the process to him in minute detail.

"Okay. Done." She wrote.

"Are you sure?" he teased. "No cheating, remember?"

"Positive. Wanna see?" she teased back.

"I wish I could. Touch yourself for me and tell me what you feel."

Now Shannon dropped one hand between her thighs and ran her fingertips over her naked labia. Her skin was slick, coated with her cream, her fingers sliding against her flesh in a sensuous caress. The inner walls of her cunt fluttered in arousal, begging to be stroked.

Licking her fingers the way he always ordered her to, she wrote, "Slick and hot. And very smooth."

"Better since you shaved, right?"

She paused a moment then typed "Yes."

"Go ahead and lift one foot to your chair so you're wide open," he messaged her. "Slide two fingers inside your hot little cunt and pump them in and out. Do it, Misty."

Her eyes closed as she performed the nightly ritual, knowing he would not allow her release until after they signed off. It was his way of keeping her on edge, coming back for more. But just once she'd like to experience her release while they were still connected.

The pulse deep within her womb strengthened as her fingers increased their pace and her thumb stole to the heated nub of her clit. Just this once. Just this one time...

"Stop!"

Her eyes flew open as if she'd actually heard him speak. The word flashed in large type across the center of her screen. Then his message scrolled across the screen.

"You know the rules. No orgasm until we sign off."

If he'd been in the room she would have smacked him. He always did this to her, never letting her reach a climax until after they signed off. Her body vibrated with need, and she slid back and forth across the cushion, trying to give herself some relief.

"No cheating," he wrote. "I know you think you can sneak something in. Lick your fingers for me. Tell me when you lap them clean."

She ran her tongue over her two fingers, then typed, "Okay."

"Are you sure? Maybe you need a good spanking, Misty. Something that will turn your ass a gorgeous shade of hot pink and streak all the way to the lips of your pussy. Maybe you need to be handcuffed to the bed while I suck your clit and drive you crazy? What do you think?"

What she thought was she wanted him right here with her doing those very things. By this time, stupid as it seemed, she'd even come to trust him a little, to believe him when he said she was in no danger from him. He was leading her one step at a time into a Dominant/submissive relationship and she was actually enjoying it. Something began to unwind inside of her.

Had she been a closet submissive all along but too inexperienced and untutored to know it? Maybe this was what she'd always wanted. Needed. So why hadn't she and Mike been able to discuss it? Did he think anything beyond vanilla sex would turn her off? Was that the signal she'd given him?

And now she'd lost the chance to find out.

But not with Cock Robin.

At least on the computer. The thought boomed in her mind.

"I think I want you to let me come," she typed, her body rigid with the desire to reach a climax.

He sent her a smiley face. "I wish I was right there in the room with you. I'd give you an orgasm that would drop you into unconsciousness."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Big talker. Did you tease your girl friend like this? I'll bet that's why she walked out on you."

The screen was blank for so long Shannon was afraid Cock Robin had left the computer.

"She didn't walk out on me. I gave her up. For her own good. Don't ask me any more questions."

Oookay. So. Nothing that personal, right? But she'd love to know what he was afraid of. Because it was very clear to her that he thought his sexual appetites might be more than she could handle.

"But you're not giving me up, right?" she typed.

"We've only just started." Another pause. "Just how much do you think you can take, Misty? How far are you willing to go?"

Shannon felt a shiver race down her spine and butterflies woke up in her stomach. How far would she go? How far did he want to take her?

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

"I'm sending you the links to two Web sites. Go to them. Study them. I'll talk to you tomorrow night. Then we'll see what happens next. After you look at them, get your vibrator and make sure to give yourself a climax."

She licked her lips, the thought of sliding the smooth wand inside herself ratcheting up her arousal.

"I will."

"When you slip it into your cunt, turn it on the highest speed, and tug hard on your clit. Pull it. Pretend your fingers are mine. Do that for me. Say yes."

"Yes, Cock Robin."

"And Misty?"

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow night? Don't wear anything."

As soon as he closed out his message two web links popped up. Shannon quickly saved the message before the screen went blank.

So. He wanted her to check these out. She was torn between satisfying her curiosity and satisfying her sexual need. Maybe she could do both. Racing to her bedroom, she grabbed her vibrator from the drawer in her nightstand, then hurried back to her desk, arranging herself comfortably in her chair. When she clicked on the first link and the web site opened up she was damn glad she'd come prepared. Just the pictures alone made more juices flow from her pussy and her nipples harden to points, pressing against the soft fabric of the t-shirt.

"Are you a dominant or submissive?" read the headline on the home page. "Explore your hidden feelings," the message encouraged her. "Read the messages from people who embraced the lifestyle. See what works for you. You could be missing out on complete sexual fulfillment."

Her eyes widened at the pictures of women on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, large cocks filling their mouths. Wearing collars of all kinds-leather, thin metal, some studded with jewels-as they knelt at the feet of their master, narrow metal clamps tightened on their nipples. Lying across the lap of the obvious master and being spanked.

There were photos of handcuffs, collars, things identified as floggers of all kinds, something called a spanking bench. And on. And on. Until Shannon didn't think her eyes could open any wider.

Other pictures weren't sexual at all, but showed men tenderly feeding their subs, caring for them, and inexplicably those stimulated her just as much. The thing she couldn't get out of her mind was the blissful expression on each woman's face, the ultimate satisfaction.

The trust!

That was something she'd never even thought about. That for a relationship like this to work there had to be absolute trust. Could she give that trust to a complete stranger? A man she'd never met?

She closed out the site and opened the second one and her mouth fell open. This one dealt with ménages, and Shannon didn't know which stunned her more, the pictures or the quotes from people.

Was this what Cock Robin was into, also?

By now she was so hot she was afraid she'd burn a hole through the seat cushion on her chair. Turning on her vibrator, she set it to full speed as he'd said and slid it inside her waiting cunt. When her fingers pinched her clit she closed her eyes, head lolling back, and did as Cock Robin ordered-pretended it was him, even though she had no idea what he looked like.

She rode the vibrator as if it was a living penis, hunching in her chair, tormenting her clit until the tension built inside her to a point beyond bearing. In seconds the orgasm hit her, hard and furious, wracking her body. She squeezed her thighs together and clamped her vaginal muscles onto the wand until the last shudder faded away.

Limp, she collapsed back in the chair, wondering if she would have the courage to follow through where temptation was leading her.