CHAPTER 1
Bambi chats with Roger
Bambi sat alone in her apartment, her blue eyes fixed on the computer screen. She was
waiting for words to appear in the instant message window, words that would come from
Roger, her cyber playmate. She brushed back her shoulder length brown hair and shifted in
her chair. It had been a couple minutes since his last message. Maybe he got disconnected,
she thought, or interrupted. She knew he had a wife and kids in "real life," and
they sometimes got in the way of his online shenanigans.
At last, the message appeared. No explanation of the delay, just instructions telling her
to take off her T-shirt. She smiled, nodding to herself, then leaned back and pulled off
her shirt. Down to just her pastel blue bra and panties now, she typed her response,
"Shirt`s off, sir."
His reply came quickly this time. "Take some rope and tie your ankles."
"OK," she typed back. This was the part she`d been looking forward to. Her
simple two-letter response looked so incongruous compared with the tumult she felt inside.
It wasn`t just "OK," it was excellent. Self-bondage was a potent aphrodisiac for
her, all the more so when "ordered" to do it. Already, as she leaned down to
bind her own ankles, she could feel the excitement building. She tied the rope nice and
snug, sat back and tried to wiggle her legs against each other. The rope held tight.
"Done," she typed. She glanced at the other toys on the desk, wondering which
he`d tell her to use next. Her eyes came to rest on the pair of nipple clamps, hoping it
would be them. Her nipples were already hard beneath the lace of her bra. They ached for
stimulation. Come on, she thought. Tell me to take my bra off and put the clamps on.
She`d known Roger for about six months and understood his thought process pretty well.
When they were just chatting, he was like any other regular guy. But when they had time to
play, he became her cruel and demanding taskmaster. Sometimes, he`d order her to tie
herself up, then tease her with his words, making her hot and begging for release. Other
times, he`d spin elaborate abduction scenarios in which she played the role of the
helpless victim, tortured and used without mercy. Whichever it was, the shared fantasy had
a powerful, irresistible effect on her body.
She waited several seconds, wondering again if he`d been cut off, when his next message
appeared. "Good girl," he said. "Now we have to clamp those titties, don`t
we? But... I want you to leave your bra on this time. Just pull the cups down so you`re
exposed."
Oh yes, she thought. That`s a nice variation. She imagined it was something he`d do
himself if he were there, leaving her partially clothed while he teased her body.
As she complied, she couldn`t help admiring her own breasts. Soft ruby-capped mounds,
they seemed to leap over the tops of the bra cups as she stretched them down. Her
breathing quickened noticeably.
"Alright," she typed. "I`m just hanging out here."
"Great," he answered. "You have the clamps ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Are the titties ready?"
"Oh yes."
"Touch them for me."
Bambi took her left hand from the keyboard and let it slowly wander over each breast in
turn. The constriction from the stretched bra forced them up, making them feel firmer than
usual. They were more sensitive as well. Her entire body shivered as she guided her
fingertips over the taut pale skin, circling the dark pink halos, lightly pinching the
erect nipples.
As she continued touching herself, she pecked out a reply with her right hand alone,
"I`m touching them."
"How do they feel?"
She was breathing hard, sucking her lip. "Very excited. Nipples so hard."
"Good. Put the clamps on now."
"Yes sir," she replied.
Eagerly, she took the clamps. With her right hand she squeezed open one of the pairs of
padded jaws, as her left hand cradled and lifted her left breast. Carefully, she
positioned the clamp over the engorged nipple. Pausing momentarily, she closed her eyes
and imagined that they weren`t her own hands doing this to her. No, she told herself, her
hands couldn`t be doing this because they were bound tightly behind her. She pictured a
pair of larger, stronger, masculine hands?his hands?doing whatever he wished to her as she
strained in vain against her bonds.
She released the jaws, wincing as they dug in, clinging to her. Quickly she repeated the
process with her right breast. The insistent pinching hurt, yet sent waves of the most
delicious pleasure coursing through her body at the same time. The connecting chain swayed
slightly tickling her belly. Her panties were now thoroughly soaked with her arousal.
"Done," she typed.
"Excellent," read his response. "By the way, I really like that shade of
blue on you."
Bambi gasped aloud, taken aback. Instinctively, she turned to look around, but of course
there was no one there. The window blinds were more than half closed, quite enough to
ensure her privacy. Anyway, she told herself, he lived hundreds of miles away in another
state. He couldn`t possibly know what color her underwear was. She relaxed, smiling at his
uncanny guess.
"Lucky guess," she replied.
"Is it? Maybe I can see you."
"Oh, I`m so frightened."
"Perhaps you should be."
She imagined him smiling as he teased her. "Ha ha."
After another pause, his next message said, "Sorry, I have to go now."
"Darn! Wife home?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "You good and horny?"
"Of course." In fact she`d probably be horny all evening after this.
"Would you like to cum?"
"Yes sir!"
"Ask me, bitch."
She loved it when he got testy and called her a bitch. "I`m such a horny slut,
sir," she typed. "May I please cum, sir?"
"Yes, you may, slut." The words were followed at once with a winking smiley
face, then, "Talk again soon. Bye."
"Bye," she answered.
She reached for her vibrator as she hit the send button. Without another thought, she
began pleasuring herself, moaning loudly as she touched the buzzing device to her
trembling belly, slowly edging it down. She was quickly lost to the sensations of the
vibrator against her sensitive flesh.
As she writhed in the first of many orgasms, she paid no heed to the message window still
open on her computer screen. But if she could have somehow followed the trail of her last
message, it would have been a lightening fast, mind-bending journey. The three letters
were transformed into electrical signals and sent on their way at the speed of light. They
were broken apart and recombined again and again. The signals were converted to pulses of
light along fiber-optic cables. They were switched through routers, forwarded by servers,
until they finally formed themselves again into a word on another computer screen,
somewhere out there.
Sitting in front of that other screen, the word was read by the man Bambi knew only as
Roger. He grinned as he turned away from the computer. Next to his desk stood a tripod
with a pair of powerful binoculars mounted on top. They were aimed through a small opening
in the blinds of a darkened window. He leaned over and pressed his eyes against the rubber
eyepieces.
Almost directly across the street and one story down, he could just make out the
undulating image of Bambi through the slits of her half-closed window blinds. He watched
as she used the vibrator while tugging on the nipple clamp chain to bring herself to
orgasm. Soon he joined her in self-pleasuring, stroking himself vigorously as he watched
the unsuspecting young woman.
After he spilled his seed on the waiting wad of tissues, he looked through the binoculars
once more. He watched as she rested a moment, then reached toward the toys on her desk.
She picked up the ball-gag, strapped it on, and began using the vibrator once more.
"At it again," Roger muttered to himself. "Yes, you are a horny slut,
Bambi. And tomorrow, at long last, I`ll have you."
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