The Chat Room

"Now I don't have to keep reminding you to look at the screen to receive your instructions."

There had been a letter that came with it which she was told not to read but place on the desk in front of her monitor within arms reach. She was not chained to the chair this time, but her arms hung limply by her side. He had not told her to do anything with them and so she left them mute, without instruction. This time, the timer lock on her hood had been set for most of the day. During that time she saw many images that started with sensual love making and became increasingly distorted so the woman was trying to please her partner and degenerated slowly into sexual slavery. She was shown that women derive sexual pleasure not directly for the ministrations of their partners, but by being able to give them pleasure. She learned how to derive pleasure from making him happy. She then started to feel pain from the nipple clamps and her breasts started to hurt. At the same time she saw images of a woman being whipped on her breasts and in the throws of sexual ecstasy. She felt that same ecstasy well up inside her. The dildo throbbed, but this time it was permanently low. She failed to reach orgasm, and her sexual frustration started to rise.

Between these images she started to see his face again and he was telling her that he wanted her to be his slave. She had to sign the piece of paper that gave him the right to her body and that she could deny him nothing. It was a legally binding document and that once she signed it, she would not be able to back out. He would be able to keep her in chains, to whip her or offer her to others of his choosing. She would have to comply. She had to completely deny herself and give herself over to him. She had to sign the piece of paper. She saw the images, she felt the excitement and she wanted to escape her inhibitions and be free to be told to give pleasure and thereby to receive pleasure. Slowly her hands slid forwards. They now had been commanded. She considered trying to stop them. She thought about Simon and their future. Yet should could not stop them. Her hands reached the edge of the desk and her thoughts turned to her cunt. She became aware of the vast puddle of juices that had collected around the base of the dildo. She felt the heat in her body and that feeling of needing to be touched. If a man's hand had rested on her abdomen at that moment she would have reached orgasm straight away. Her hands picked up the piece of paper. They found the pen. She did not know where to sign, so placed the pen near the bottom of the paper.

"Remember. Once you have put your name down on that document, there is no going back. You will have surrendered yourself irrevocably to me."

She paused to consider. She was frightened by the finality of what she was doing. She tried to picture Simon's face. If only he knew! She signed.

The monitors went blank and she heard the lock at her throat click open. She removed her hood. The dildo and clamps were quiet. She sat there in shock, as if waking from a dream realising what she had just done. She wanted to turn back time, to erase her name from the paper, but she knew she had done it. It was indeed too late. She had been warned, but she could not stop herself. She looked down on the piece of paper. There was her name clearly written, if a little shakily, yet there was nothing else on the paper. It was a blank piece of paper with her name on. She stared unblinkingly at it for some time. She felt huge relief that it was not a legal document. Then slowly as it sunk in, she felt regret. It had been so hard to do, and she had been cheated. She looked up at the monitor on her screen.

"I don't need a legal document to bind you in slavery to me. It is there inside you. This paper shows that this is what you want. You are my slave Sammy and deep inside you, you know it. I am coming to claim you and you will give me everything. Not because I demand it. Not because of any legal document, but because you want to. I am coming for you."

The monitor went dead and he was gone. She sat frozen in front of the monitor as his words sank home. She realised that he was right. It did not matter what was written on the paper, only what she believed it to be, and she had signed.

"Don't worry darling, this is going to change our sex lives. I learned it all from that chat room. You were so right about it."

She led him into the study. Well, this was going to be something. He had always hoped for some spark would come out of that chat room to liven up their sex lives. She stood him in the centre of the room and slowly stripped all the clothes from his body.

"What is all this?"

There were many new things lying around the room – steel and leather and some things connected to the PC. He was very excited and his penis stood proud in anticipation.

"No questions! Just do as I say and everything will be ok. I see you already approve the new me."

She stared at his penis and gave it a little tug with her hand.

"Now lace your fingers together to make a double handed fist and keep your arms straight out in front of you."

She pulled this leather sock over his arms. At the end it was sown into a steel hoof like that of a devil. She had some difficulty manoeuvring his fist into the hoof but when it was done she started to pull on the laces to tighten the leather around his wrists and secure his hands in the hoof. When that was done she picked up a short steel band and wrapped it over his wrists. One end of the band slid into the other and as she pushed it in Simon could hear the click of tiny ball bearings securing the band inside. The weight of the steel made it difficult for Simon to keep his arms stretched out and Sammy eventually had to allow him to rest it on the desk as she continued to lace the leather all the way up his arms. When she was finished his arms had become a single limb V shaped tapering down to this bright steel hoof. Simon looked at it and felt excited. He had never thought he would enjoy being in bondage, but his penis felt ready to burst. He looked at his shapely wife with anticipation.

She held out a largish steel contraption, the most obvious feature was a giant steel penis.

"What is it?"

"It's a kind of chastity belt. It clips around your thighs and over your front. Your penis will fit snugly in here."

She stroked the steel shaft as she spoke. It seemed too huge to penetrate a woman but she seemed excited at the prospect and seemed almost reverential as she stroked it.

"But it wont feel the same if I fuck you with that. I wont feel anything!"

"Oh but you will."

She held up some wires that connected to the back of the steel scrotum. His penis started to twitch as she set about putting this monstrosity over his genitals. The inside of the steel shaft was padded and felt warm. At the end of the shaft was rubber and she had to pull the shaft back quite hard to ram the head of his penis into the rubber. It felt like a pair of lips caressing his tip and unable to pull back when he would ejaculate. Over his front was a small steel plate that came up to just above his hips and from the back of the scrotum two more steel bands wrapped around under his buttocks and slid clicking into the sides of the steel plate. As the bands snapped into place he felt snug and excited. He had to control himself from ejaculating then and there.

She led him to the far wall of the study and had him kneel down. His arms came down in front as a third leg and he rested them on the hoof. She disappeared round behind him and he felt her attach something to the base of his penis. He heard the click of a chain and then a padlock close. He turned round. There was a short steel chain pulled taught between the base of his penis and an eyebolt set in the wall of the study. He looked a little uncomfortably at his wife, realising how trapped he now was. She was busy connecting those wires to a box next to the PC. She came over and lifted his hoof and swung his body round so that he was pointing directly towards the PC monitor. Then she brought out a leather posture collar. It was tall and black with a bright steel band much larger at the front and tapering towards the side and back of the neck. On the front plate it was inscribed: "Toby. Our Pet Pony"

"This is your new name." She said showing him the inscription. He just looked up at her wondering what all this meant. Was this still part of the game? She strapped the collar round his neck forcing his head up. At the back of the collar was a D ring to which she attached another steel chain. She pulled it taught raising his head to stare at the PC monitor as she fixed it to the eyebolt in the wall.

"There we are about ready"

Sammy was sorting out connections at the computer. Suddenly Simon noticed the new camera on the PC. He started to panic. Was she going to show him off as some prize on the internet? He started shouting but was unable to move.

"What is this? When did you put that bolt into the wall? I don't think I like this. Can you let me out?"

She was at the monitor logging into the chat room. She turned and had a look of pity on her face.

"I'm sorry darling. He didn't send me the key."

"He? Who is He?"

He started to sway to try and dislodge one of the chains that held him transfixed staring involuntarily at the computer screen. He looked back up at her. His face full of questions about what all this meant. Suddenly the monitor flickered into life and he saw the window with the dark stranger's face. The text read:

"Ah I see everything is ready. Hello Toby!"

"What is going on?" he shouted. Yet at the same time he did indeed feel that tingle of fear spread down to his groin and he felt the involuntary twitch of his penis. The tightness of the rubber gave his penis a small suck and he felt his pre-cum juice ooze out over it. The image of a woman's lips being coated by his juices unable to pull away even if he was to ejaculate over her face or down her throat made him all the more tense and excited. He was now very aroused.

"I'm very sorry darling. I have to do this. He told me to."

"Who is this man?"

The speakers of the computer told him to shut up. He was being called Toby and told to shut up in his own home.

"Now Sammy, lets put the last item on."

She picked up a butt plug to which was attached a long tail of hair. It was reddish brown in colour. She stood before him and lubricated the plug well and he started to shake his head as best he could in the confines of the collar and chain. But there was nothing he could do now to stop her. He felt the invasion into his behind and could not believe how long the plug was. It seemed to take ages to be pushed all the way in and penetrated deeper and deeper into his being. Finally he felt the hairs of the tail brush against his buttocks and knew it was all the way home. There would be no way to dislodge that until someone took pity on him and removed it. His whole abdomen ached from the intrusion and he felt stretched open.

"So here is our pet Toby." The speakers were saying. Sammy picked up the camera and took it all round him. As she did so, he could see himself on the monitor. First he saw the collar with his new name inscribed. His face looked pale and full of fear. He then saw his front with his single hoof and the brightness and immobility of the steel made him feel rooted to the spot. Then she went round the side and stood back. He could see his body chained with the long tail coming out of his behind and indeed he looked like a small pony tethered awaiting its master. Between his legs was the large steel penis. Its brightness accentuated it, as if the only important feature of this animal, for that is how he looked, was its massive organ.

Suddenly he felt the rubber on the tip of his penis start to cycle, pulling and releasing the head of his penis. Along its shaft he felt a slight tingling wave. He stared at himself turned into a mere sex animal and his penis could only betray the excitement he derived from that image. He had lost all dignity and was overcome with the waves of sexual pleasure coursing through him. He ejaculated and to his horror he saw that there must be an opening at the end of the steel penis, for on the monitor he could see the spray of his cum shoot out of the steel member onto the carpet.

"There, that's better Toby. You see I can give you pleasure. I can also give you pain." He felt a bolt of electricity run through his intestine from the butt plug. He shuddered mixing the feelings of post orgasmic pleasure with the sudden sharp pain. He realised that he was completely in the hands of this stranger on the computer screen once again.

As he convulsed from the mix of pain and pleasure Sammy, his beautiful wife was undressing. She swayed her hips in front of his face and all he could see was the delightful triangle of hair that hid her most intimate regions. She took out a whip and he tried to pull away thinking she was about to strike him, but she connected it to a paddle on the box next to the PC. She then brought a chair over and lay across the seat of it. The white globes of her ass lay between his face and the computer screen. He watched as did this stranger. They eyed each other over the terrain of his wife's nakedness. She wound a chain around the back of her neck and padlocked it to the feet of the chair and then slipped her hands into handcuffs behind her back with the same timer locks on. She too was now helpless sprawled across this chair. Suddenly the whip whirred to life as the paddle swung round. The whip cracked against her bare behind and her body jumped from the blow and she yelped from the pain. He could not move transfixed by the sight of his wife submitting herself to such punishment from this strange man. The whip whirred and cracked again and again and her behind quickly started to turn crimson. At the same time he felt the plug in his own behind start to vibrate. He felt he was being fucked from behind watching his wife being beaten.

"You see, Toby? Here is your beautiful wife, but she is mine now. She submits to my will. You are our little pet and when you are good we will bestow pleasure on you, and otherwise we may inflict pain or just simply ignore you as an irrelevance. Watch how your wife squirms on the chair. I can hit her harder." There was a louder crack and she started sobbing. Yet from his vantage point he could see that his wife was excited. He could smell her scent of arousal filling the air and before long could see her inner thighs were damp. The harder the whip hit his wife the greater the pleasure he felt in his behind and he started to wish the blows to be harder so that his pleasure would increase.

"Do you want me to hit her harder Toby?"

He just stared unsure what to say, but the nagging pleasure from behind made him nod slightly, as much as the chain would allow.

"Say it, Toby. Tell me to hit your slut wife harder. Come on Toby. Just tell me and I will do it and the pleasure you now feel will spill over into such a sexual arousal that you will beg me also to let you cum. Do you want to cum Toby?"

"Yes. Yes I want to cum. Beat the shit out of her, I want to cum. She is nothing other than a worthless whore. Do with her what you will, but let me cum."

He was shouting and all the time the rhythm of the whip was increasing and the pleasure he sensed spiralled upwards to dizzying heights. All of a sudden a jolt of electricity ran down his shaft and he ejaculated again in an explosive orgasm and his shout drowned out the cries from his beaten wife.

They sat and looked at each other waiting. He was coming and neither Toby nor Sammy knew what this would mean.

"I don't know who he is. He just told me that he is going to take me away and make me his sex slave."

She sounded so limp saying it like that. Yet she didn't know how else to tell him. She just knew that this was what she had to do. They talked. She sat by the terminal waiting for her new master, her husband kneeling on the floor naked in his chastity belt. There was a knock at the door.

"Don't do this. Don't go. Don't let him in, for God's sake!!"

She was crying and could hardly see him through her tears. She got up and slowly went to the door.

"I'm so sorry.", she whispered.

It was all she could manage to get out of her constricted throat.

"OK Sammy, I want you to fetch a stool from my car and place it here in front of Toby. You will also find a small box of tricks. Bring those too."

She brought a small stool covered in black PVC and placed it in front of Simon and next to it she placed a small box. There was a kind of attachment inside the box. A little shelf that he connected to the front of the stool that left the shelf a few inches below the top of the stool and angled slightly. On this he placed a large black dildo on top of a small, corrugated platform. He connected it to the PC.

"Now straddle the dildo. I don't care whether you are excited and ready to take this in you yet. Use this jelly to lubricate yourself for its insertion."

As her fingers smeared with jelly roamed around her opening she felt her excitement jump to fever pitch. She had not been excited a moment ago, but now she was standing right in front of her husband and complying with the demands of this stranger. Poor Simon had a look of disbelief on his face, and she felt wanton, yet she quickly lost herself in phantasms that assailed her mind. She just loved this feeling, and felt quite addicted to it. She straddled the dildo and lowered herself slowly on it. She felt the pull on her lips and felt them tighten around the stiff rod. She sucked it into her and spread her legs wider as she did so. She was impaling herself voluntarily in front of her husband, whom she had always been faithful to. Her husband whom she had loved, but now wondered whether that was just being used to him. Was she with him because he was safe and dependable? What was love? She had fallen for him because of this feeling that he had aroused in her, but did he arouse such feelings now? No certainly he didn't. The coldness of the PVC as it clung to her naked buttocks aroused her from these speculations. The dildo was fully home.

"That's great Sammy. Now take your hood and put it on. Set the timer for 45 minutes."

She was now cut off from all these thoughts of lust and loyalty. She had escaped to this dark corner where she didn't have to think about responsibility but could relax into the sensations that were flooding her. The dildo started to pump up and down inside her as well as vibrate. Her trip had started.

"Toby. There she is, your wife. She cannot hear us she has abandoned us. She has abandoned you. She has let a perfect stranger into your house having secured you by deception to this wall. I have given her orders and you have seen how she willingly obeys them. You watched her sink herself onto that dildo knowing that I alone have control over its behaviour through that PC. She is lost in a world of ecstasy and that is all she wants now. Do you not agree she is a worthless slut? How many years have you been married? How could she treat you this way? Tell me don't you think she is a worthless slut?"

Simon could not speak. He felt totally choked. Here was this stranger calmly fucking his wife in front of him, and she didn't even feel the warmth of his body next to hers. She just let him plug her into a PC to fuck her. He could hardly believe that he knew this woman. Slowly he nodded.

"That's right. She is nothing but a fucking whore. A fuck machine to be plugged in and switched on. She doesn't care who she hurts. Now say after me. My wife is nothing but a fuck machine and I disown her."

Simon hesitated, but the anger welled up inside him. Through his tears he gasped out the words.