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THE FAT BASTARD
(M/F, Humiliation, Slavery, Blackmail)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

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*****

Cindy parked her car in a hurry on her driveway – it was 6:45 PM, which meant she had only 15 minutes to be on-line.

She rushed inside, jumping in the shower – perhaps it was silly to take a shower to meet someone on-line, but she felt better and more refreshed that way.  She discarded her conservative business suit – she was a 3rd year associate at Ernst & Young, which meant she was still trying to prove herself, and having been treated as just the sexy blonde all through college, she was determined to come across serious at work.  The rather obvious attention of more senior managers did help of course and was certainly a little welcome – she was no fool, after all, and it wasn’t like she spent 90 minutes in the gym every morning for nothing...    

“But no man comes close to this” she said to herself as she took a seat in front of her lap-top.  She turned it on and directly logged into the chat room “sluts-craving-humiliation”, feeling already over-excited.  He was already there – “am I late?” she wondered in fear, but it wasn’t right 7 PM yet.  She quickly double-clicked on “Brutal-Bruce”, and opened the private chat room.  His picture was on the upper right hand corner – and he was so delectably handsome.  Late thirties, dashingly rugged, handsome, Viking-like face, with a well-trimmed sexy beard, masculine yet long, dirty blonde hair, blue, piercing eyes, and a hint of obviously strong, wide, wide shoulders.  She was wet...  

“Hello Master” she typed.

She had to wait a good 5 minutes before he replied – it was slaves who had to be on-time after all, not Masters, even on-line...

“Welcome back slut” finally Bruce typed back.  “Are you naked?”

“Only my bath-robe Master” Cindy replied.

“Good – remove it, masturbate and spank, no cumming...”


This was almost a routine – and one that was intoxicatingly exciting for Cindy.  She removed her robe, standing naked in the middle of her living room – it was a good thing the curtains were firmly shut at the moment, to avoid spying eyes...  And they did exist, did they not?

Cindy bent over at 90 degrees – she began fingering herself with her left hand, while the right hand grabbed the ping-pong racket she used for this purpose.  She spanked herself hard – so hard, she made herself yelp...  She removed her hand from her pussy and typed:

“1 Master”

She put it back in her pussy and resumed fingering – and spanked herself again with the racket.

“2 Master”

If she didn’t remove her hand, she’d be close to cumming right away, she knew that...  So the mandatory breaks to report her progress did help...

“3 Master”

“4 Master”

“5 Master”

When would he make her stop?- she never knew...  not before 20, that was for sure...  and if Bruce decided to just go have some beers with his friends, and left her like that?  She had no idea at what number she’d stop.  A big number, that was certain...

She continued on…

“18 Master”

“19 Master”

“20 Master”

“Stop!” finally Bruce typed.  “Now, have you bought a bottle of tequila, like I asked?” 

“Yes Master, I did...”

“Good – go have a shot and come back...”

“Yes Master...”.  Cindy made her way to the kitchen to have the drink – she was already sweating like a pig form her self-administered spanking & masturbating treatment, her ass was on fire, and she was horny as a dog in heat, that was for sure.  She did not possess a strong tolerance to alcohol, and drinking anything as strong as tequila would have never occurred to her.  But Master was Master and orders were orders.  She drank the shot in one swift gulp.  And started feeling light-headed almost right away...

 “I am back Master” she typed and again had to wait a good 5 minutes before Brutal Bruce responded – probably he was busy manhandling some other stupid slave sluts in other chat rooms...  

“Good slave – now let’s expand on that little fantasy you mentioned the other day...  So, then, you say you’d love to be dominated by a man you find.. despicable and disgusting...  offensive...  that what you said, right?”

Cindy swallowed...

“Yes... yes, Master... in fantasies”

“In fantasies... that’s correct.”

“And you mentioned this guy across the street from your house, hmm?  Your neighbor..?”

Cindy paused – she had mentioned him, that was correct, but only after being so effectively coaxed by her Master and only after counting other such despicable characters, i.e. one of her bosses, her landlord etc… 

“Yes, Master” she typed.

“You called him a ‘fat bastard’, right?  A fat loser...”

“Yes Master...”

“So, tell me about him...”

“Well...” Cindy paused.  “He is really overweight, not like obese I guess, but definitely a fat-ass...  Big beer belly.  He’s got longish hair, more like he never gets around to have a proper haircut.  Or a proper shave...  He drives a pick-up truck, he’s got some kind of red-neck job, maybe a gardening-company or some such...  

“Ok...”

“Thing is he is always checking me out...!”

“I thought you liked men checking you out slut!  Don’t lie to your Master...”

“I do... sometimes, Master.  When it’s men like you Master...  Not when it’s like this fat loser...”

“Hmm.. so continue:  He checks you out...”

“All the time...  I think he almost times when he comes and goes to run into me...  and he’s so obvious when he’s looking at me.  I can almost feel all the dirty things he’s planning in his head.”

“Hmm...” 

“And he always tries to catch me in my house as well – he watches me Master.  I can see it; he turns off the lights, but he smokes, he smokes non-stop, so I catch the light of his cigarettes.  He’s trying to catch a glimpse of me from across the street at nights... trying to catch me naked or something, or with a guy perhaps, fat pervert that he is...”

Cindy was already feeling light-headed from the tequila.

“Hmm...  interesting, interesting...  You think he’s there, now?  Waiting for you to strut around the living room, perhaps?”

“I don’t know, Master...”

“Then check, dumb slut...!”

“Yes, Master”

Cindy walked to the curtains, parted them, and looked – she had to look only for a second or two:  There it was, the light from the tip of a cigarette – that was the only clue, and that was enough.

“He is there Master...” she returned and typed.

“Interesting!  So, now, go open the curtains...”

“But, I’m naked Master...”

“Hmm.. that’s even better. LOL...”

Cindy froze and waited for a few moments...

“LOL!  Ok, maybe not like that...  go, get the sexiest set of lingerie you got – then go open the fuckin’ curtains..  AND this is not negotiable...”

“Ok... ok Master.”

Soon, she was back in the living room:  Wearing a red set of lingerie she’d ordered from Victoria’s secret, but never even yet tried on a date...  Now, she’d be showing it to the fat pervert across the street...

She moved closer to the curtains, and parted them.  Paused for a moment, and parted them totally.  There was now no way to hide herself, and she was sure she was in the process of giving the fat bastard exactly what he dreamt of for months...

She almost rushed back to sit in front of the computer, quite sure she’d given a flash of her ass in a lace thong in the process.  She seated herself in front of the lap-top, glad to be only exposing her lingerie-clad chest, as the top of the couch hopefully hid her below the waist.

“I did it Master...”

“Yeah?  Good girl..  Good little slave slut...  what color is the lingerie?”

“Red, Master.  It’s from Victoria’s Secret...”

“Good.  Good slut...  Now, let’s look into these fantasies of yours, dirty whore...”  

*****

Cindy turned on the lap top right 7 PM – she was naked.  This was the rule:  She’d been flashing the fat bastard for 2 weeks now.  It had taken stern orders from her Master to expose her naked tits on the window, but that seemed nearly innocent now:  New rules were that she had to remain naked at home at all times, while her Master had made her remove the curtains permanently.  She was like fish in an aquarium, and had no doubt the fat bastard was watching her all the time...  She did her best to hide behind the couch or other objects in the living room to avoid the gaze of her neighbor, but she was sure it was futile most of the time – she feared the revolting pervert might even be taking pictures.  She’d been doing her absolute best to avoid running into the fat neighbor for 2 weeks, but when she failed, she was met with a knowing look and a revolting grin from him...  She usually just looked away and hurried into her car whenever that happened.

Yet, she was horny and wet as hell when she was walking around naked in her own living room, knowing she was being observed by a revolting man, because her Master ordered to...

“Masturbate and spank, no cumming...” Brutal Bruce typed.

“1 Master”

“2 Master”

“3 Master”

She prayed to God the fat bastard did not get a full view of this...

…

“18 Master”

“19 Master”

“20 Master”

“Stop slut...  go have a shot...”

Cindy did as she was told – Brutal Bruce always made her drink these days, and she knew that really tarnished her better judgment...

“So, now, have you bought the web cam I asked for, bitch?”

“Yes, Master”

“Well, hook it up slut – and get another shot...”

Cindy did as she was told – she’d never showed herself to Brutal Bruce.  But it had been decided that this would be the night... Bruce had decided as such.

“Ok slut – let’s see you...”

Cindy swallowed and turned on the camera, which was hooked to Bruce’s chat room – first it was her face, that Bruce would be able to see.  

“Nice...” Bruce typed.  “What a pretty, blonde face you got... – another tequila shot!”

Soon she’d had her shot and slowly but surely had revealed her fully nude body to her on-line Master, her firm yet large breasts, the washboard stomach, the smooth legs, shaven pussy...

“Excellent bitch – good to finally see my property up close & personal...” Bruce commented in obvious glee...

“Now, shake those big, fat tits...  do it...”

Cindy did as she was told, shaking her tits at the camera, her face a deep shade of red, her pussy on fire and dripping with unbearable excitement...

“Harder bitch – shake those tits harder...!”

Cindy did, giving her breasts a fierce shake to please her Master...

“Great – now Masturbate and spank!  Another 20! Let’s see what it looks like when you punish yourself for your Master...”

Cindy grabbed the ping-pong racket, and proceeded to give her on-line Master a real show in the form of punishing and fingering her naked body in front of the web cam...

*****

“Masturbate and spank!” Bruce typed.  It had been 3 long days since their last meeting on-line...

“1 Master”

“2 Master”

“3 Master”

Cindy was on fire again, her bottom and her pussy...  She’d all but gotten used to doing this on the web-cam by now; the added humiliation only seemed to add to her passion...

…

“18 Master”

“19 Master”

“20 Master”

“Stop slut” typed Bruce.  “Get another shot...”

This would be Cindy’s 3rd already.

“And the dildo you bought...”

Cindy hesitated at that – it sounded so outrageous... but orders were orders, were they not?  And she was a slave, a sex slave, even if this was just fantasy...  So, she had to do what was ordered to her – and that thought was enough to get her wetter still...

She had her shot and came back with the huge, black dildo her on-line Master had made her buy.  She couldn’t believe how horny and wet she was now – she’d done one thing she couldn’t tell her Master, though:  She’d closed the curtains for once.  She felt safe with Bruce – he was a power-hungry, arrogant, cruel man, but that was what he was supposed to be...  It was surely mostly an act for him, too, anyhow.  She felt weirdly safe even undressing before him in front of the computer.  But she hated exposing herself to the fat bastard across the street, even to amuse Bruce...  It made her wet, but right now she had other stuff to excite her... 

“Alright, good sized dildo...” Bruce typed.  “You think your fat neighbor is watching?”

“No, he’s not around Master” Cindy lied.

“Ok – now suck on that dildo slut and make sure you’re looking at me through the web cam as you do it” Bruce typed.

“Yes, Master” Cindy typed back, and grabbed the dildo.  Soon, she was giving it a genuine blow-job even as her right hand held on to it...  Her naked body shook under the gaze of the camera, her tits swung back and forth...

Bruce let her do that for a good 10 minutes...

“Ok, slut, enough of that” he typed.  “Now, the grand finale – for you to cumm...  Take the dildo, spread your thighs wide for me to see, and fuck yourself with the dildo -  no cumming and no stopping, until I tell you to...”

 “Yes Master” Cindy typed back, took out the dildo from her mouth and moved it down below.

*****

Cindy was at work.  She kept tugging at the hem of her skirt – it was far too short, even for a mini, and entirely inappropriate for work as far as she was concerned.  But her Master had ordered her to dress sexy for work today, and she’d obeyed of course.  She was horny as hell, even though the obvious looks she was getting from all the men at Ernst & Young was totally humiliating – the extra tight, form fitting sweater and the high heels did not help, either, of course – she really hoped Bruce was not going to make a habit of ordering her to go to work looking like a slut.  She was trying to build a career after all, and she hated being so embarrassed at work, even if taking orders made her wet...

An e-mail popped up on her screen and she nearly shrieked – it was from him:  Brutal Bruce, his e-mail address obvious enough.

The e-mail was quick and to the point:  

“Slut, I’ve decided it’s time we meet face-to-face – and actually begin your training as a real sex-slave, I’ve had enough of this on-line bullshit...”

Cindy was totally taken aback – meet, in person?  Being a real slave?  All of this was out of question – she just meant to enjoy some fantasies in front of her lap-top at nights, things had gone overly risky recently, true, but she’d never accept to be under total control of someone – even Bruce...  She was at work anyway, and she felt more confident than her naked self in front of the lap-top in the evenings.  There was no way she would turn over her life to someone –even as dazzling and sexy as Bruce – to merely satisfy her kinkier urges...

“Bruce, I’m afraid I would like to keep our relationship to the on-line chats we enjoy” she wrote back.  She had no idea how Bruce had even found out about her business e-mail...  And she most certainly wanted to keep the private exchange to a minimum...

The next e-mail from Bruce came only moments later:

“Stupid cunt slut...  I wasn’t asking your opinion.  I am merely informing you.   You will be my permanent real life sex slave from now on...  I expect to find you fully naked and on your knees at your house, today at 7 PM.  We meet this time in your home, not in some chat-room...   And you will be punished for assuming you have a choice in the matter, punished badly...  Oh, by the way, do look at the attachment I sent... – Your Master and Owner...”

Cindy felt mad and shocked – how did Bruce even know where she lived – but she opened the attachment:  It was a huge video file, and when Cindy managed to get it open, she nearly screamed:

It was her, spanking herself with the ping-pong racket, and fingering herself, totally nude, facing the camera.  It was her, shaking her naked tits at the camera.  Her, sucking on a big black dildo, while not moving her eyes form the camera.  Her, fucking herself with the giant dildo, her thighs spread wide apart for the benefit of the camera, her, orgasming in sweat and screams for the camera...  Bruce had recorded it all!  He hadn’t been merely watching, he’d been recording it.  

She nearly collapsed on the floor in terror...

*****

Cindy was naked and kneeling on the floor of her house, as per the orders from Bruce that came in the follow-up e-mail.  

She was hand-cuffed in the back.  She was gagged with a red-ball gag.  And she was blindfolded.... as per the e-mail also.

She waited nervously, shivering in anxiety.  This was what she had fantasized about forever and ever, yet she felt total dread.  She was horny and excited.  But that hardly made up for it.  What would it really be like?  To be under the thumb of Bruce... Brutal Bruce...  To be a slave... a real sex slave...

She heard the house door open – it was left unlocked also per the e-mail - and her whole body tensed instantly.  

In walked Bruce, she could hear the steps – Cindy found herself wondering what he looked like in person.  She couldn’t see a thing.

He spoke with a hard, thick voice:

“Hello Cindy-slut...  So, you new life begins.  There will be so many new rules to learn.  Don’t think you’ve seen the real deal on-line, slave...  I am a very stern Master, after all. I believe in harsh discipline and total obedience -  and you will be a very, very obedient slave for me, precious little one.  You will always be perfectly obedient.  You will learn to please me in every way you can imagine – and in ways you dare not imagine. And you will learn to do it all with a smiling, eager face, no matter how much you’re abused, humiliated, or punished.  You will always love it – because a slave always loves to serve and loves everything that her Master does to her...  And you are a slave...  a natural born slave… true-and-true...  not that you have much option about it anymore...”

“I am eager to begin your training – and this will involve a good deal of punishment, since you need to learn the terrible price of even the slightest disobedience...  In fact, we will begin your training with a severe punishment for not leaving the curtains open last time, as you were supposed to – yes, I know about that shameless disobedience, and you will soon be regretting it...”

Cindy was now shivering in fear, though her pussy was on fire all the same...  She moaned into her gag, overcome by all the competing emotions she suffered from.  She felt the tip of a wood-like thing sliding across her flat belly.

“This is my bamboo cane...” Bruce explained.  “Don’t think your punishment tool will be a stupid, harmless ping-pong racket anymore...  This one has a real bite slut – you will learn to fear and respect it...”

“But first, I guess you need to see me... I’ve seen all of you after all...  and you deserve to know the Master and Owner you will be serving from now on...  Of course! - You don’t really think that picture on the chat rooms belonged to me, do you?  It’s just an actor from the 70s...  Only a stupid, dumb slut like you would put her real self on the web...  and end up as plaything for strangers...”

Cindy felt his rough hands on her cheek, and felt a finger slipping underneath the blindfold, pulling the knot open.  

She looked up – and shrieked in shock into her gag:

There stood her Master, tall above her...

He grinned down at her with an evil smile.

It was him...  

The fat bastard...

“Hello slut...!  Welcome to your new life as the fat bastard’s fucktoy and permanent sex slave...”.  He lifted her ample breasts with his bamboo stick, with a huge, dirty grin across his face:  

“From now on you will be calling me Master...” 


Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

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Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That’s the only pay-off in writing, really...!)