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CYBERSEX CHRONICLES

 Mind-Movies

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*** The following contains sexually explicit material.  If you are not an adult,

or find such material

offensive, read no further.***





	Carol, my live-in lover, presides over occasional after-work "girl get-

togethers," a small group of her closest friends.  Sometimes I even get an 

invitation to attend.  Being the only male in the group, I mostly just listen

and try to blend into the background.

	

	"I have some really fab news!"  Barbara bubbled.   



Between Barbara, Tina, Joanne and Carol,  someone always had some tidy tidbit to

share with the group.  Tina and Carol leaned forward. Barbara lowered her voice.

	"Stella's getting married!"  

	"Stella?" Tina mimicked.  "You don't mean Stella in bookkeeping?"  	

"The very same.  And get this.  She met the guy on an on-line computer service!"

	Carol rolled her eyes.  "How the hell does that work?"

"Well, Barbara whispered.  "I hear that they even had cyber-sex, whatever that

is, then scheduled a face-to-face meeting."  She shrugged her shoulders.  "The

rest is, as they say, is history!"

	During the drive home, Carol seemed lost in thought.  

	"What the hell is cyber-sex, anyway?" 

Interesting question, I mused to myself.  "Well, if you want to be nasty, I

suppose you might call it mind-fucking.  On a higher plain, it's probably

referred to as intellectual simulated intercourse.  Actually, it's an exchange

of written, sexually oriented concepts, usually via computer."

"That's just it," Carol retorted.  "It's just words.  God, I can't think of

anything more boring."

	"Guess it depends on which words are used."    

"I suppose," she replied.  "But I can't believe that anyone can really get off

by simply writing words on a computer screen."

	

Two weeks passed.  In fact, I had forgotten all about our discussion about the

vagaries of "techno-sex".  On this night, a cold, hard rain beat a steady

staccato pattern against the windshield.

The wipers worked at high speed just to keep up.  At nine o'clock in the vening,

I had finally put an end to a sixty-five hour week.  To make matters even worse,

the weekend didn't look much better than the weather.  Carol had been of town on

a business assignment for almost a week.  I didn't know just when to expect her

back.  Hell, I was a six-day virgin!

The empty apartment offered no comfort.  I tossed a frozen dinner into the

microwave and headed for the bedroom to change clothes.  I stared into the

mirror at a rampant erection.  What the hell was I supposed to do with this

monster, I mused?  In the reflection, my eyes fell on my computer in the other

room.  Suddenly, my mind flashed on our previous conversation.   Why not, I

thought to myself.  Moments later, I was on-line.  Hey, this was better than

television.

About ten minutes later, Lisa popped onto my screen.  "Wanna see what I look

like?" the message read.  Sure, I thought.  Why not?  Moments later, a stunning

rendition of magnificent nude female body sprawled across what looked to be a

king-sized bed graced my monitor.   Her name was Lisa.  She was young, lithe,

and voluptuous.  Her magnificent firm breasts kept their shape even in her

reclined position.  Her neatly trimmed pubic bush and spread legs left

absolutely nothing to the imagination.  I mean, she even held her pussy lips

wide open.

What a delectable sight.  This is more like it, I thought to myself.  My swollen

cock bobbed up and down in complete agreement.

	"Is there anything that you do very well?" Lisa asked.  

	Several witty replies raced through my mind.  

"If you like it," I replied, "I do it well."  It was the start of something

pretty incredible.  It turned out that Lisa liked a strong male who knew exactly

what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it.

	"I enjoy serving my master," she said. 

	"Tell me about the last time you served a master," I inquired.  She was 

silent for several moments.  I thought that I had lost her.  

"My master made his bitch. . .  whip my pussy with a leather strap while he bit

my nipples." She paused again.  "Then. . .  while it was all red and still

smarted, he rammed his cock into me while she watched."  Both my heart and my

contorted cock jumped at the mere thought of such activities.

	Suddenly something clicked inside my head.  Somehow, my brain  

translated the words that appeared on the screen into sort of a movie that

played  in my mind!  My entire body began to shake with anticipation.  My mouth

went bone dry.  I licked my lips and tried to gather my thoughts.

            "What are you wearing right now?" I typed.  

" A denim shirt and a red lace thong,"  she replied.  I glanced again at her

picture.  In my mind, the image of her standing there in that tiny red lace

thong with it's singular strap that disappeared between her ass cheeks and

pressed devilishly close to her inviting pussy lips, tantalized my entire being.

	"Come stand next to me," I commanded.  Her lithe sensuous body 

sauntered toward me.  

"Yes Master," she purred.  "I'm now standing next to you."   In my virtual

world, my eyes devoured every aspect of her delectable body.  I popped the

buttons on her denim shirt, opened it, and pushed it off her shoulders.  It fell

to the floor in a heap at her feet.

	"Hands behind your head, fingers interlocked." I barked.

"Yes, Master," she replied.  "I put my hands up behind my neck, and clasp my

fingers . .

. it raises my breasts and stretches my nerve endings and makes me much more

sensitive."  Not any more sensitive than my cock's purple swollen head, I

wagered.   I closed my eyes.  My fingers roamed across her firm, now vulnerable

breasts.  Her hard nipples burned their way into my palms.

	

"Oooh!" she breathed.  "My nipples are extremely sensitive as you touch them." 

My cock nodded in complete agreement.  "The stimulation makes my pussy contract

... it squeezes wetness right out of me."

I placed my left hand against her interlocked fingers to keep them up out of the

way.

Then I flicked and teased each nipple with the tip of my tongue.  

"Which nipple is the most sensitive?" I asked.  She tried as best she could to

control herself against the onslaught.

She chewed her lower lip.  "The . . . the left one, Sir."  I filed the

information away for future use.

I looked away from the screen for the first time since I had signed on.  I could

not believe the intensity of the past few minutes.  Inside my head, the

mind-movie paused,  but my brain screamed for more.  I gave myself to the

sensation and returned to the keyboard.

"Take you hands down and strip," I said.  "I want to see you   naked."  She

paused for what seemed like an eternity.

"Yes . . . yes sir. . .shirt slides to the floor . . . cool air against my naked

breasts makes my nipples hard again. "

	"Excellent," I replied.  "Hurry up."  

"My hands grasp the thong and slide it down my hips," she replied.  "It's around

my ankles.  I remove it and kick it across floor. . .  I am now as you

requested. . . naked."

I glanced at the photo and grinned.  "Bring that tidy little pussy of yours over

here, right into my hand."  She didn't hesitate.

"Yes sir. . .I move forward until my trimmed bush bumps into your palm."  I

swear to God, I felt her bushy little curls brush against my outstretched hand! 

My fingers trembled, poised just above the keyboard.  As if by remote control,

words appeared on the screen.   It seems that my hand had insisted itself

between her thighs and separated the pink folds of her pussy lips.

	"Tell me about all this wetness I feel."  

Again, she responded without hesitation.  "Yes, Master, I am very wet."  I could

not deny the sensation of slick pussy juice that spilled over my wrist.   "Your

fingers tease me so good, just along the edge of my lips."

 	She tensed her body and pushed herself hard against my finger.  

	"Ohhhh,  my hips move against you.  My body is open and very wet."

"Spread your legs wider,  I want a good feel."  It seemed like an eternity

before she replied.  "I spread my legs even more, and open myself up to you. . .

please don't make me wait too long."  The inter-activity of this cyber-adventure

had become both intense and real.  I held my breath. Then, I pressed my

exploring fingers  further into her wet slit .

"What's this swollen little knob that throbs and begs for my attention?"  For

the first time, she hesitated.

	"Do it have it say it?" she asked.  "I still have trouble saying the words."  

	"Yes, you do." I replied.  "Right this very minute." 

	"Master, Sir . . . it is my  . . . my . . . my clit." 

	"Rub it against my finger," I said.  

"My hips thrust against you . . . Ohhhhhhh yesss!  My clit feels so good. .

.rubbing slowly . . .getting wetter.   Ahhh, I rub it faster and harder against

your hand . . . ohhh ohhhhh."

	"Easy," I admonished.  "I do not want you to come yet."  

	Her voice trembled.  "Ohhhh..MasterI will try not to."  

Still she thrust her hips harder and faster against me.  Wetness flowed out of

her until the insides of her thighs were saturated.  I sensed her on-rushing

orgasm, but gave her one last chance to obey.

	"I'll punish you if you come."  Her hips bucked and she sucked in her 

breath.  "Ohhh, Master...I am trying, I really am . . . but I can't seen to hold

back."

"The choice is yours," I said sternly.   "But if you come now,  I warn you, I'll

punish you."  In reality, the choice had already been made.  She had already

fallen over the edge and there was no way for her to stop it.

"Ohhh, Master, I just can't stop...can't do anything but commmmme," she wailed. 

With a furious pace, she rocked her hips back and forth against my hand.  In my

mind, I met every thrust with one of my own.  The more I worked the harder she

came.  She dropped to her knees and impaled herself further on my implanted

fingers.

	"Ahhh," she groaned as her legs closed around my hand.  Profuse 

wetness dripped off my wrist, ran down her legs and pooled on the floor beneath

her.  She bent herself forward and let out a loud gasp.  For a moment I thought

that she was unconscious.  Then slowly she opened her thighs, shuddered one last

time and released my hand.  She stared at the floor.

	"I'm so ashamed," she whispered.  "That I disobeyed you."

	



In retrospect, it seemed incredible that I had not come, myself.  In fact, I

don't know how I had managed not to come,  but somehow, I had held back.  I

stood up and headed toward the bathroom to take a leak.  Half-way there, the

most unexpected thing happened.   I heard the sound of a key working the lock to

the apartment door!  Moments later, Carol burst into the room!  As delighted as

I was to see her, there was no way I could cover up my raging erection, turn off

the computer, or hide Lisa's picture.

	Carol eyed my erect condition.  A big grin flooded her face.  Her eyes 

locked onto my bulging crotch like a guided missile.  She quickly crossed the 

room.  Clothes flew in every direction with each step.  By the time she reached

me, she was naked.

She pressed her eager, body hard against me.  Her fingers encircled the girth of

my erection.  Our lips met and her tongue danced momentarily against my own. 

Then she dropped to her knees and planted a gentle kiss right on the head of my

cock.

	"Hope you've been a good boy," she said with a twinkle in her eye.  

Because I brought you something to play with."  Just then, she noticed the glow

of the computer screen.  Then, her eyes landed on the photo of Lisa.  A frown of

both anger and disbelief filled her face.  I beat a hasty retreat into the

bathroom.

"Has this little cyber-slut already gotten to you?"  she called to me.  Her

voice was stern.

"No, " I replied as I emerged.  "Well, almost," I admitted.  Silently, Carol

turned and went into the bedroom.  I had no idea how she would react to what had

been going on between me and my electronic lover.  Moments later, I heard her

out in the kitchen.   Then she returned, clad only in a T-shirt.  In her hands, 

she held a freshly opened bottle of wine and some cheese.  Without a

word, she seated herself in front of the computer and scrolled the text back to

the beginning.

	"So this is cyber-sex," she said in a low voice.

	I decided to remain silent as she scanned all that had gone on before.  

Jeez, I thought to myself.  This could go either way.  I braced myself for the

worst.

Carol arose, pulled another chair up to the computer, gave me a thoughtful look,

and motioned for me to join her.  Gingerly, I sat beside her.

	"You haven't  cyber-fucked her, yet . . . have you?"   

	"No, " I replied.  

	"But you were about to, weren't you?"  

	I managed a sheepish grin.   "Yes," I said.    

	Carol stared at the screen again for several seconds.  She leaned back, 

sipped her wine and shoved the keyboard over to me.  

"Well,  go ahead," she said.  "I want to watch you do her,"  Only a slightest

hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth.  "She sounds pretty hot. 

Let's find out if this little slut is any good."

	It was a definite challenge.  I took a deep breath and returned to the 

computer.  Lisa's last message remained unchanged.  

	"Master, I remain bowed before you to await your bidding."  

Carol gave my now shriveled cock a playful squeeze.  "This ought to be a blast,"

she said as she poured herself another glass of wine.

	Here we go again, I thought to myself.   

	"Do you see this cock?" I began. 

	"Yes Master," Lisa replied.  "May I give you pleasure?"  

"Reach for it, let me see how you handle it," I directed.  A firestorm of

sensation blazed inside my head.  Between Lisa's enflaming on-screen words and

Carol's encouraging touch, I sensed a new wave of sensuous intensity start to

build.

"I gently pull your cock to me...and rub it slowly. Gently, I squeeze the head. 

Carol read the words and mimicked her grip on my cock which caused it to regain

it's fully erect status.

"Ahhh!" I groaned out loud.   My fingers trembled anew as they searched for the

right keys on the keyboard.

"Lisa, tell me all the places this cock can go," I instructed.  Again, she

paused.  The hesitation only heightened the anticipation of her response.

	"Master," she replied.  "Your cock could go into my mouth, down my throat."  

	"Yes," I encouraged.  "And . . .?" 

	"Your cock can go between my breasts..."  Just the thought of it sent 

shivers of delight throughout my body.  

"And," she continued, "Your cock could make my pussy squirm.  Again, she paused.

        "And master, the cock could enter my ass, tightly."  

	"What will you make her do?" Carol asked in a small voice.  Out of the 

corner of my eye I noticed that her right hand had dipped between her open 

thighs.  

For the moment, I disregarded Carol's question.  Instead, I turned my full

attention to the computer screen.  I instructed Lisa to stand up and spread her

legs.  Hesitantly, she complied with

my demands.   Next, I had her place her hands on the cheeks of her ass.  I told

her that if they moved away even one time, that I'd stop and tie them tightly

behind her back.  She replied that she'd try to keep them there.  Beside me,

Carol read every word as if they were meant for her . . .

and perhaps they were.

	"You disobeyed me," I typed, "You came when I told you not to, didn't 

you?"  

	"Yes, Master," Lisa replied.  

"What do you think your punishment ought to be?  For almost a minute, Lisa did

not reply.  Beside me, Carol squirmed in her seat.

	"What do you think it should be?" I asked her.  

	She screwed up the corners of her mouth as her mind searched for an 

answer.  Meanwhile, her hand continued to busy itself between her thighs.   

	"I . . . I guess it's whatever you say it is," she murmured.  

Now it was my turn to hesitate.  I thought for a moment.  My fingers moved

toward the keyboard.  Carol's hand gripped my wrist.

"Tell me before you tell her," she whispered.  From the look on her face, I knew

that her own mind-movie was playing full-tilt.

  	"You'll just have to wait and see," I grinned.  Just then, new words 

appeared on the screen.

	"Master, . . . if you whip me . . . I will become aroused, again."  

	"And if you become aroused," I intoned, "I will take you again."

	This time, there was only the slightest hesitation.  "Then...whip me, 

Master."

"Oh, my God,"  Carol whispered.  She shifted her position in the chair.  I

thought for a moment that she might leave.  However, her eyes never left the

screen.  Moreover, her fingers never left their place between her thighs.

	"I have here a small leather strap," I typed, " And a riding crop and a 

paddle.  Choose one."  

	"The  . . . leather strap, please," Lisa replied.  

It took precious few sentences to attach her wrists to a vertical metal pole

above her head.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Lisa cried.  "I shiver with anticipation."  Carol's head nodded in

agreement.

"Stick your ass cheeks right out," I instructed.  "Yes, Master . . . I am so

wet.  I feel the wetness start to trickle down my thighs again."

I have to admit that I've never even come close to doing this sort of thing

before or on-line.  However, I do have a small collection of leather straps, a

riding crop and a paddle hidden away.  My strongest fantasy was that some day

I'd use them on Carol's spread ass.  However, all of a sudden, I didn't quite

know how to go about doing it on-line.  So, I decided to improvise.

"The leather strap whistles through the air, on it's way to sting your ass

cheeks."  Carol held her breath and chewed her lip.

	"Unnhhh!" Lisa grunted. "Thank you Master."  

"The leather leaves a nice mark," I said.  "You'll receive ten strokes, each one

a little harder.  And, I want to hear you count each one out loud."

	My fingers tapped the keyboard furiously as I laid another stroke on her 

bare ass.   	

"Ahhhhhh!  Two, Master, thank you."  Three additional lashes followed in quick

succession.  Lisa counted each one.  At first, she maintained her composure,

however, in the end, she wept openly.

With each stroke, I noticed that Carol's body jerked slightly with each cyber-

impact of the strap.

"Master, I am sooo hot, my pussy drips, my nipples are like rocks, and my ass is

on fire."  I poised my fingers over the keyboard, ready to administer the final

lashes.

	"That's enough for now," Carol said with finality.   

	"But there's still five strokes that remain," I reminded her.   

Carol shook her head.  "Maybe later," She hissed.  "Do her . . . right now."

Just then another sentence appeared on the computer screen.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . I am hot  . .  so hot," she wailed.  "I am open to you,

Master."  I released her and re-attached her wrists behind her back.  I sensed

that she was again on the precipitous brink of another orgasm.

I turned my head slightly and caught a glimpse of Carol.  From the expression on

her face, I could tell that she was about to come, as well.  My course was

clear.  I was back on familiar ground again.  I extended my index finger and

reached between Lisa's spread thighs, sought for her sopping wet slit and forced

her pussy open.

	"Please, Master, please," Lisa begged.  Carol's chair creaked as she 

rocked her hips back and forth.

	With my finger now implanted in Lisa's cunt, I crooked it upward and 

wrapped it around her pubic bone. very close to her G-spot.  I used my finger as

leverage to pull her across the room by her pussy. Carol gasped as the printed

words took shape in her mind.

	"You've never been led by your pussy before, have you." 

"Oh no, Master, but it feels so good . . . so damn good."  I led her into

another cyber-room.  It was bare except for a large round leather ottoman in the

center of the room.

	"Make me come," Lisa pleaded, I beg you."  

	"Ummm, yes," Carol breathed. She rocked herself in her chair, back and forth.

	"I'm hot, Master . . . I am on fire."

 	I released my hold on Lisa's cunt and sat down on the ottoman.  	

	"Come sit astride me and bury my cock inside your wet slit," I commanded.  

"I find it awkward at first to straddle your legs with my hands behind my back,"

she said.

"Ohhh, I have to open myself so wide."  "Unnh, my pussy searches for your cock. 

Ohh, there it is.

I lower my hips slowly, until you are completely inside me."  Beside me, Carol

moaned out loud.

	"My pussy closes and contracts around your massive shaft."

 	"Lean forward and bring your nipples to my lips."

"The further I lean the more my swollen clit gets trapped against the shaft of

your cock inside me."

My fingers flew across the keyboard.  In my mind, my tongue ravaged her hardened

nipples.  Carol's other hand busied itself with her own nipples.  I rolled

Lisa's nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

	"Tell me what you feel, Lisa."

 	"Ahhh!  My nipples hurt so bad when you pinch them as I slide up and 

down on your cock," she gasped.  "Ohhh, they're starting to burn!  The pain 

makes my pussy contract again and again and again.  My body is so aroused."

	"I will increase the pressure on your captured nipples until you come, Lisa."

 	"I gasp for air, and slide up and down on your, hard and fast."

	"Fuck that cock, Lisa, fuck it hard and come, right now!"

	"Pounding you relentlessly. . . juices splashing, nipples burning, clit 

squirming, can't get away from it, harder and harder, oh, the pain, the sweet

pain "

".  .  Ahhhh!!!  Coming.  Mind explodes into a thousand parts. Coming. Body

quakes. Ohhh! God!  I'm commmmmming!"

Carol had collapsed in a heap beside me, Obviously she savored the same

delightful dilemma.

It took some minutes for everyone to calm down.  Still I hadn't come yet.  I had

just been too busy orchestrating the scenario to really let myself even think

about it.  And still, there was some unfinished business.

	"Lisa?" I typed.  The sound of the keyboard in action stirred Carol's 

attention.   

	"Yes, Master," she replied.  	

	"There's still the matter of the five additional strokes with the strap.  	

"I await your command, Master," she replied.  "This time I will try not to come

. . "

Suddenly, without warning, in mid sentence, Lisa disappeared from the screen. 

The system indicated she was no longer logged on-line.

	"What happened," Carol asked.  

"Booted off the system, is my guess," I replied.  "It happens occasionally, when

too many people try to go on-line at the same time." Carol nodded.

"It does put a damper on things, doesn't it?"  Several minutes of silence hung

between as we each reflected on the events just past.  Then, once again, my

fingers moved to the keyboard.

	 "I suppose you'll have to take her place."

	Another eternity of silence passed between us before Carol reached for 

the keyboard. 

	"I await your command, Master," she typed.

"Stand up and put your hands on your ass cheeks," I commanded.  "And spread your

legs."  I heard her gulp as she read the words.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she arose from her chair and carried her wine and cheese

tray into the kitchen.  I thought she might not return.  When she did, she stood

before me.  Her hands finally found their way to her backside.  Her fingers

gripped her ass cheeks.  She barely opened her legs at

all.  I guessed that she was sopping wet.  

	"Oh, you can do better than that," I mocked.  

	"WA . . . what do you mean?" she asked.  

"You can spread those legs wider than that."  She closed her eyes and set her

jaw.  Her right foot slid silently outward another six inches.

"Yes, that's more like it," I said.  "Now,  reach down and spread your pussy

lips wide open.  I heard her sharp intake of breath.  However, one hand left the

half-moon of her ass, and slipped between her now open thighs, grasped her

saturated pussy lips, and separated them.

With very little effort, my index finger slipped right inside her pussy.  She 

gasped as it crooked around her pubic bone.

	"Oh, my God," she wailed as she felt the pressure.  I pulled her along a 

few steps toward the bedroom.  Her first steps proved quite awkward at first.  

"Unnhh," she bubbled.  "I . . . I think I'm gonna come."  

	"If you do," I warned.  "Then you'll have to take the entire ten strokes."  

	"I'll try not to, Master, she said.  "I really will."

	I led her by her pussy into the bedroom.  "Ahhhhh!!! Can't stop it," she 

cried out suddenly.  "Too much, too late, too hard, can't quit, I'm commmming!"

Like a butterfly on a pin, she writhed and twisted through wave after wave of 

outrageous orgasm.  Every movement brought a new sensation to her tortured 

pussy.  "Ohhh, God!  Can't stop," she groaned.  Then the words seems to spill

out of her.

	"Can'tgetmycuntawayfromyourgoddamnfingerthatfeelssoooogood!"  

Ahhhhh!, yesss . . . coming all over your hand."  Through it all I held myself

firmly inside her thrashing cunt  Her head dropped to her chest and her hair

spilled across her face.

	"I just couldn't stop it," she murmured.  "I'm so ashamed."

"Yes, I know," I said as I closed the door behind us.  "I have here a riding

crop, a paddle and a leather strap . . .choose one!"

	

	Needlessly to say, we both slept late the next morning.  When I did 

awaken,  Carol had already arisen.  I heard her voice speaking into the 

telephone.  Even in the morning light, her nude body looked warm and inviting. 

A couple of stripes still appeared in faint relief across her naked flank.

"Barbara?" she said.  "This is Carol.  Get the girls together.  I've got a lot

to talk about!  Yes, cyber-sex!  Fine . . . tonight at six, same place."  She

replaced the receiver into it's cradle and turned to face me.  Her eyes

sparkled.

"Be nice to me this morning and I'll see to it that you get an invitation to our

little 'get-together' this evening!" she said with a grin.  "I think we all

would love to hear your version of last night!"



        	

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