She Meets a Master Who Delivers in a Kinky Chat Room

I’ve been going into chat rooms ever since I got my first computer, and have experienced some of the most sexually transformative moments of my life in them. Recently, I met my beloved master in one, and wanted to share with your readers all the naughty things he’s made me do to myself.

Since I’m a natural submissive, I gravitate toward rooms with names like “Sub Girls” and “Bare Bottoms,” which cater to dominant men and women who want to serve them. One night I noticed a new name in the group, SirRob, and I sent him a polite email. In no time, we were chatting privately, and his commanding tone had my panties wet after only a few brief exchanges. Pretty soon, he was instructing me on how, and when, to touch myself.

“Slide two fingers into your pussy and tell me how it feels,” he instructed.

I wrote back, “I’m so tight and wet, but I wish I had something bigger inside me.”

“Do you have a dildo?” he asked. I told him I didn’t, and he asked me what vegetables I had in my kitchen. When I told him, he instructed me to go get the large zucchini. My body shook when I read his words, and goose bumps formed along my arms as I left the computer long enough to grab the vegetable and return to my station in front of the computer. I’d hardly inserted the makeshift dildo before I was creaming all over it. He knew that my hands were occupied, so he kept typing encouragements. “Slide it all the way inside, Tanya. I’ll know if you don’t. Wrap that sweet pussy around it. I want your juices all along the outside.” I knew it was turning him on to type those words, just as it was getting me even wetter to read them.

I’d thought I’d be able to take only the very tip inside, but after that first orgasm, the vegetable slid in easily. The zucchini curved slightly in the middle, making its tip put pressure on my G-spot as I thrust it inside me. I continued to fuck myself, using my free hand to hold on to the edge of the desk for balance. I didn’t quite get the whole thing inside my pussy, but I gave it my best shot. When I finally tossed it in the garbage and went back to the keyboard to report to SirRob, I was aching for his touch. I knew this episode wouldn’t be just a onetime affair, and I was right. “I’m proud of you, Tanya. You’re going to be rewarded for your obedience,” he wrote, then asked for my address and phone number. I felt such a close connection with him after sharing that intense encounter that I gave my info to him, but I was disappointed when I didn’t hear from him all week.

I was starting to wonder if I’d been wrong and had only imagined our kinky connection, when a package arrived on my doorstep on Saturday. I didn’t recognize the return address, and my heart started pounding when I realized it might be from my online admirer. I took the box inside, then turned on my computer and found an email from SirRob containing only two words: “Open it.” I was totally turned on as I opened the package and dove into the Styrofoam peanuts. I gasped when I unearthed shiny metal nipple clamps, furry handcuffs, a small bottle of lube, and a set of blue anal beads joined together on a string.

I wrote back to him, saying simply, “Wow.” I jangled the clamps, my nipples already hardening as the sound reached my ears. I’ve always had very sensitive nipples, but I hadn’t gotten up the courage to actually have anyone use anything besides their fingers and teeth on them. However, the ache of longing in my breasts told me that I was more than ready.

SirRob wrote back immediately. “You’re to use these toys only under my supervision,” he instructed. “They’re my gifts to you, but remember that your body is mine now.” My breath came out in gasps just reading what he’d written, and I marveled once again at his ability to exert his power over me through our computer screens; I could only imagine what he’d be like in person!

“Are your nipples hard?” he wrote. Before I could respond, he added, “Take off all your clothes, then pinch your nipples for me. Make them as hard as possible. Imagine I’m there twisting them between my fingers.” I did as he’d ordered, tweaking my nubs. I even lifted each breast to my lips and ran my tongue over my pebbled buttons, my pussy churning in arousal as I did. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I held up the clamps, examining them closely.

Text appeared on the screen, and I looked up to see SirRob telling me to affix the clamps onto my nipples. He assured me that they would feel intense, but that they were going to make me tingle all over. They were alligator clips with vinyl-coated tips and thumbscrews I could use to adjust the pressure. I held my left breast and secured the black teeth of one clamp around my nub. That action alone had me aroused, but when I started to turn the screw, I hissed as sweet pain swarmed through my body. “Picturing what you look like with those pretty silver clips attached to your nipples is making me so hard,” he wrote. A trickle of juice dribbled down my thigh as I tightened the screw even more, and then I went through the process again with my other nipple. I looked down to see the small chain dangling between my breasts.

“Give the chain a light tug,” he typed. “Imagine me holding it between my teeth.” I complied with both of his requests, feeling light-headed from arousal. I had to place a towel on the seat beneath me to absorb my wetness as the clips worked their magic on my body. “Take out the other things in the box,” he instructed.

I held up the furry handcuffs, wondering what I could do with them by myself. I quickly got my answer. “The cuffs are for you to hold on to until I can be there to bind you properly. But the beads and lube I want you to use now.” My mind was already racing, but before I could type a response, he answered the first question I had. “And yes, you have to keep the clamps on while you insert the balls. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

Knowing that beneath his domination he cared about my pleasure gave me the inspiration to immediately position myself on the chair on my knees, leaving me room to reach behind and massage my asshole. As his encouraging words appeared on the screen, it was almost like he was talking to me, guiding me as I poured some lube onto my fingertips and pressed against my tender asshole. I’d had anal sex before, but not for a long time, and suddenly my ass felt eager to be filled. I rubbed some lube on the pretty blue beads and envisioned them sliding into my ass. I felt my backdoor give a corresponding twitch in anticipation and knew it was time.

“That’s it. Part your cheeks and push those beads up your sweet little butt,” SirRob wrote. As I slowly worked the blue orbs into my asshole, I experienced a sensation like no other. The beads were making my ass and pussy clench tightly, while the clamps made their presence known, sending currents of heat all through my body. Once I had the entire string of beads inside, I reported back to my master.

“I’m using everything,” I typed, my cunt throbbing as it demanded attention.

“Now let’s make sure your cunt is nice and wet,” he wrote. “Touch yourself. Fuck yourself for me, Tanya. If you do a good job, maybe next time you’ll get a real fucking—with my cock.” Just imagining his dick driving into me full force had me gasping. I needed to come, but I knew, implicitly, that I had to ask for his permission.

“Can I come?” I asked.

“Not yet,” was his response. I sighed, knowing that the agony of holding out would be worth the eventual pleasure I’d experience, but I was still a little disappointed. “First, I want you to slowly remove the beads while you play with yourself. Don’t yank on them, but take each one out and savor the sensation. And you’d better be prepared—because when I see you in person, I’m going to fuck you there, too.” I shivered in excitement and then once again obeyed his command as I gently tugged on the end of the string, letting one slippery blue bead pop out. I continued, feeling my ass respond to each bead as it emerged. When I was empty, I felt like I needed something even bigger in my ass, which was probably exactly what he wanted.

I noticed movement on my screen and looked to see the words: “And now remove the clamps.” I bit my lower lip, knowing this act would provide the ultimate stimulation that would tip me over the edge. “Go on, now, one at a time. And then you may come. Picture me there waiting to lick your big juicy nubs,” he said. I could practically feel his soft tongue as I removed the first clamp, feeling a flood of warmth as sensation came rushing back into my nipple. When I released the other, I flung my head back as the tremendous waves of pleasure consumed me. All it took after that were a few strokes of my fingers inside my pussy, and I was gushing all over.

Once I stopped shivering, I pulled my fingers out and licked my juices off my hand, before telling SirRob in glowing detail how he’d made me feel. “You’re such a wonderful sub. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together,” he wrote.

We already have, but I’m looking forward to taking things to the next level when he comes over tomorrow. And my new master promised to bring me even more kinky toys. To think, I met the perfect top in a chat room on the very same computer I’m writing to you on! I guess it’s just another sex toy in my arsenal now.

—Ms. Tanya V., Via Email