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Subject: {ASSM} story of lost control
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2002 07:10:06 -0400
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I would occasionally chat online about my fantasies of being submissive and
yes I had made a profile that describe my desire to be submissive.  While I
had on few occasions actually play the submissive slut in real life it was
never much more the spanking and having my hands bound.  I did long to be
truly used a made a complete slut out of, called names completely
humiliated, degraded and fucked...or so I thought.  Like I said I would
occasionally chat online but I was not one for "cyber sex" found it often
lacking.  There had been a few brief occasions when someone would catch my
attention with there tone or langue that would peak and keep my interest.
Better still was the truly rare times when I was told what to do and
expected to do it which still can only go so far.

   It was on one of these occasions of being online that I got a message
asking if "Like most sluts do you have rape fantasies and desired being
used like the piece of fuck meat your are?"

   "Fantasies of it yes with out a doubt I do.  Reality is a whole
different issue."

   "I see, so you aren't truly the slut you claim to want to be then are
you?"

   "Well the problem with reality is the fear of my safety and true harm
coming to me does not sound very exciting to me"

   "That makes perfect sense so barring true harm coming to you then you
would want to be rape like a fuck toy"

   "Not sure you can want to be raped but the thought of being "made" to
perform and act like a slut is very exciting yes!"

   We continued messaging back and forth for some bit when he asked for a
picture.  I am somewhat guarded revealing myself when talking of being such
a slut to just anyone but figured why not and email him a picture me the
was mostly g rated though did have on tight shirt that made my 38c breast a
focal point.

   "That is a very flattering picture of you Ann"

   I sat there staring a his message and my blood ran cold yet I felt a
surge of sexual excitement.  How did he know my name?  Was I reveling all
these thoughts to someone that knew me I was both scared, embarrassed and
turned on all at the same time.

   "I sure would love to see more of those tits.  Do you a have more
revealing picture Ann?"

   I couldn't help myself I found that I was undoing my jeans and sticking
my hand inside them rubbing myself through my panties.  Who was this guy I
wonder and feared.

   "So do I know you?" I was not sure I really wanted to know the answer to
that after all ignorance is bliss.

   "Not as well as you will, know I asked you a question that I want
answered"

   "Possibly," Truth was I had some very revealing pictures in my computer
that I had to taken for my fiancée, oh yeah I am engaged.  "How do you know
my name where do I know you from?" By this time my jeans are totally off
and my hand is inside my panties rubbing myself to a wonderful state of
excitement.

   "Possibly is not an answer either you do or you don't.  But then again
we both know you do!  I want to see those tits exposed right this minute
Ann."

   "First I want to know how you know me?"

   "Listen you fucking whore I told you to send me a picture of those tits
exposed now do it this moment you will learn all that you need to know in
do time."

   I started wondering for a moment was it my fiancée, he didn't know of my
online profile and chatting or did he.  It would make at least some sense
that it was him and that is how he knew my name.  Consumed with the
excitement of the moment and the slight reassurance in myself that it was
him I decided I would send him a picture of my self with my top off. 
However I was still playing it a little safe and quickly used paint to
distort my face in the picture.

   "There I did as you told know will you tell me how you know me?"

   After a pause I assume so he could look at the picture.  "Don't fuck
with whore now send me that picture showing your face"

   "That is the only way I have that picture" I stilled was nervous about
showing as much as I had, yet my fingers were rubbing faster and faster.

   "So you are going to start lying to me now.  We both know you have it
showing your face and I want so stop fucking around"

   It had to be Mike, my fiancé, I figured and that is how he knew I had
just modified it.  I was a little stunned that he had found out about my
little fantasy life but figured I would continue along I certainly was
enjoying it.  Besides maybe he would learn just how much I wanted him to
treat me like a slut instead of the nice girlfriend.  So I sent the
unchanged picture showing me from the waist up with no top on.  "Yes sir. I
sent it" Figured the sir was a nice touch.

   "Better" again a pause.  "I just love those fucking tits of yours Ann. I
don't however appreciate you lying to me and you need to show you can
behave.  I want another picture this time totally nude.  Do it know now
excuses no bullshit no blocking your face I want you totally exposed to me
slut."

   I continued to grow confidence that it was Mike and had already fingered
myself through one great orgasm and was heading for another so I did just
what he said and sent it to him.  "Done Sir."

   Slight pause.  "Oh yeah you fucking cunt that is perfect.  Who took
these pictures of you Ann?"

   "I did using a digital camera I borrowed" I had told him this when he
originally saw them did he think he was going to catch me in a lie.

   "Who's camera and can you borrow it again."

   "My fiancées.  I can borrow it again I am sure" I was still enjoying
this and figured since he had caught me "playing" online least I could do
is pose for him since I am sure that was were this was going.

   "You have are engaged slut?  Dam that's surprising, how does a fat slut
like you find a guy that cares about anything more than using you that
nasty body of yours Ann?"

   I was completely stunned.  I was a little on the heavy side but Mike had
never made a comment about and knew I was trying to work out more and more.
I realized I was hurt and had stopped playing with my know soaking wet
pussy.

   "Well Ann...cat got your tongue or are you going to answer me?"

   "Just lucky enough to find a great guy."

   "But he doesn't treat you like the fat slut you are does he?  That's why
you are looking to fill the void in your life that aches to be fulfilled.
Am I right Ann?"

   Again fear began racing through me was this not Mike did I just send
those pictures to someone else and if so how did he know me.  But just like
earlier and the fear began to set in I found my fingers slowly beginning to
rub away again.  "He treats me like a princess and yes occasionally I want
to be treated like a slut"

   "Like a fat slut right Ann?"

   I didn't respond

   "I said like a fat slut right Ann?"

   "Yes Sir" This time when I answer with sir it was truly out of
submission rather than playful tone.

   "Yes Sir what?"

   Did he really want me to say it I was becoming very humiliated yet more
turned on by the second "Like a fat slut Sir"

   "That's better now you are starting to behave.  So what does the W stand
for Ann?"

   "W?"

   "Yes Ann W.....what is your last name?"

   This truly wasn't Mike was it.  I had just exposed myself to someone
else.  As this realization hit so did my second orgasm and worse yet I want
to more.  "I will never tell, besides you never told me how you knew my
name"

   "Listening you fucking whore don't get an attitude again I want to know
your last name?"

   "You know I cant do that I don't even know you and look how much I have
done already for you."

   There was what seem like the longest pause I actually though maybe he
signed offline when and web link appeared in his message box "Go there!"

   Clicking on the link my screen jump to a web page first to show up was
the text Ann W fat fucking whore then one by one the three pictures
appeared.  Shear horror filled me.  "You asshole take those off the right
now!" I suddenly realized how powerless I really was and that despite my
horror I was still sexually excited.

   "Calm down slut I will make a deal with you tell me your middle name and
I will remove your name from there."

   "I am not making any kind of deals with you I will get you in trouble
for this." Not that I was certain what I would do or how but figured I
would do something I had to!

   "Spoken like a true rape victim.  So how does it feel to be raped Ann.
If you don't want to tell me that is fine I will leave it as it is and you
have a nice night."

   I hesitated for a bit to see if he would say something else and finally
gave into this game of chicken on who would talk first "wait you promise to
take my name off and not put it up anywhere at all if I tell you my middle
name."

   "That's what I said.  And have I done anything yet to prove I am not a
man of my word."

   Well you hadn't told me you were a fucking asshole I though but dared
not say it.  "Fine its Noel, now take that all off there immediately" I
kept refreshing the page and there was no change it seemed like it took an
eternity when I finally changed Fat fucking whore and the three pictures
still.  "I said take it all off including my pictures"

   "I don't care what you say a victim does not choose what happens to them
if you want to make another deal we can arrange something for your last
name?"

   "Fine you take everything off and I will tell you my last name ok?"

   "No I set the deal and the deal is you tell me your last name and I will
remove the last two pictures of you naked and put up the one with your face
blocked we can then make another deal from there."

   "No take them all off if I going to reveal my last name I want them all
off"

   "No deal whore now tell me or it stays like it is"

   "Waxner" I felt completely beaten by him.  It didn't even occur to me to
lie.  Well it did but I feared that he knew the true answer since he knew
my first name and was testing me and didn't want to think about what he
would do if I lied.

   "Ann Noel Waxner that fat slut.  Very good"

   "So do I know you?  How do you know my name anyway?"

   "It was in the header of your emails you stupid fat slut"

   Oh my god had I really used my name when I set up the account I must
have and never knew that it was going out with my emails glad I didn't send
many.  I was partially revealed it was not someone that knew who I was and
ashamed I done so much based on wrong assumptions.  Then I remembered to
refresh the page Fat fuck whore followed by the first picture I sent him
showing my face but dressed then the second one where my breast were
exposed and my face was blocked out.  "So what do you want to take off all
the pictures"

   "These will remain up slut for a bit anyway how long is up to you.  I
want you to get the camera and take more pictures for me.  First I want you
to shave your fat cunt completely smooth then I want you to write on your
self in bold letters FUCK ME and take a picture of it completely naked
spreading your legs for like a true slut does.  And it better show your
face.  When you have done this we will talk again.  If you fail to do this
however with in 14 days the other pictures go back up another 14 days and
your names goes above them.  Understood."

   "You cant be serious I am not giving you more pictures of me to use
against me that would be crazy.  I want those taken down right now."

   "Your choice cunt but I am not taking them down.  You can relax a little
this is a private club they are in and there are only 114 members so at
this point you will only be seen by them and how much they see and now
about you is up to you.  You know what you have to do now good night"

   "No I don't care if it is private or not take them off" I typed it but
them message came back saying he was signed off.  I sat there in bit of
shock and fear trying to take an assessment of what had just happened and
what was I going to do from hear.

   I thought I would contact the hosting service first thing in the morning
and have the page removed.  As I tried to sleep however I kept finding my
self playing with my self.  I finally got out one of my dildos laid down on
my bed a proceeded to just pound my pussy with it in a way I had never done
before the whole time reliving what just happened and how I was "raped". 
The next morning when I woke up I was stilled horrified by the thought that
I was treated like I was and checked the web page sure enough it was still
there.  By the time I reached the shower I was fingering my self to another
great orgasm on the way to it I stopped long enough to shave my pussy.  I
was not sure how I would explain this to my finance but at that moment
didn't really care.  I kept telling myself that I would not take this any
farther and would get those damage done so far undone.

   As I went about my day to day life the nakedness of a shaved pussy and
just the feel of my panties was enough to excite me knowing I was acting
like the slut I wanted to be.

   I had been online a few times during the week and checked every time
finding that the page with my pictures had not changed or gone away as I
had hoped.  For the most part I was doing my best to forget and ignore it
and would message friends which helped me keep my mind of the situation I
was in.  It was just over a week when I got a message.

   "Hi, Ann Noel Waxner"

   My heart jumped seeing my name took me by surprise sure he knew it but I
was not prepared to see it pop up on my screen.  I figured I would ignore
him then thought I was better dealing with it now.  "Hi there"

   "Don't forget the Sir, I was liking that"

   "Hi, Sir" Fucking ass I thought.

   "Did you shave your pussy Ann?"

   I wished he would quit using my name it was freaking me out.  "None of
your business" I was not about to admit that I had gone that far.

   "Listen you fat cunt it is my business and you have only a couple of
days to get me those pictures your fat bald pussy.  Now one more time have
you shaved yet bitch?"

   I decided it was best to just ignore him.  I was having trouble however
ignoring the tingling that was starting between my legs the humiliation of
what he was doing to me was getting me excited again.

   "Answer whore or be punished"

   My panties were down to my ankle at this point and my hand was busy
playing with my increasingly wet pussy taking me to what I was sure would a
great orgasm.  I was so now involved in my own pleasure that I hardly
noticed his message and certainly gave it no thought.

   "I see I must prove exactly who is in control here then"

   His words and authority were just exciting me more the real meaning of
them meant nothing at this point I was in my own little fantasy world
stuffing two fingers in my pussy wish to be taken by any one around at that
point.

   "I really like your tits Ann can wait to see the rest of you!"

   The second message box read from someone I didn't know.  My fingers
stopped instantly as I stared at the screen what had just happened.

   "Answer me you fat cunt or he see even more of you!  Have you shaved?"

   Holy shit I though he just sent my name and picture to a stranger.  I
immediately came back to earth enough to answer him instantly.  "Yes I
shave the next day Sir"

   "Excellent and now see how easy that was.  Bet that bald fat cunt of
yours looks great have you taken the pictures?"

   "Not yet have not had time and access to the camera but I still have a
few days"

   "Indeed just don't forget I am waiting"

   More to come...  

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