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CHATROOM BLUES
(M/F, Blackmail, Slavery)

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

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Cindy woke up with a blast of a headache...  what a night it had been.  She got off the bed to head to the kitchen, where she could get her hands on a much needed shot of Alka-Seltzer.

As she downed a glass of sparkling medicine to soothe her stomach and clear her head, she sadly concluded that there was no way shed be able to hit the gym in her current state  in fact, itd be a major success if she could get some studying done for her finals at all today...  It was already past noon.  College exams sucked; she could not wait to be done, but that was still more than a year-and-a-half away.

After she took a long, hot shower, Cindy poured a cup of coffee, and sat before her laptop to catch up with New York Times  a habit shed grown into in college.  She knew she was good-looking, but she hated people mistaking her for dumb...  

She barely recalled particulars of the previous nights party, but just remembering the amount of alcohol shed consumed was almost enough to send the girl running into the bathroom to empty the contends of her stomach.  Theyd been at a frat party and one of the fraternity brothers had his 21st...  There had been enough beer to fill up an Olympic-sized pool and more types of nasty cocktails and shots than she could remember.  All she knew was once you mixed it all up, you turned into a walking zombie by night and a total wreck by the next day...  She also recalled spending most of her time at the party trying to push away guys who wanted very badly to take advantage of her drunken state.  Shed even let a couple of them kiss her, of which she was hardly happy...  College boys were so stupid; they were more like overgrown kids

Which was why shed come back to her beloved laptop by 2 AM, but recalling that caused even more regret than all the alcohol shed drank.  It was the same always  whenever she got drunk, and especially got bored of the silly boys all over her, her dark-side woke up and had to be fed  As much as she was overcome with the guilt and shame of it, she did recall spending much better time at home, in front of the computer  And still drinking more  She did not even recall how it had ended, but it must have been near 5 AM by the time shed finally gone to bed.

She knew what shed done of course:  Back on the IRC chats shed been, using a different pseudonym as always  she didnt even remember what shed made up this time  It was of course best to keep your identity top-secret when you were roaming channels like Sexual Slavery and Female Humiliation  She knew shed acted out some version of the same themes with guys even if the details were hazy amid drunken orgasms  she was once again a hapless sex-slave; raped, humiliated, punished by her Master  who was probably some old, fat loser in Iowa or Idaho Or maybe right here in North Carolina, across from Duke  Who ever knew on-line?  That was the beauty of it  Still, Cindy felt like shit as she always did after such episodes  and silently repeated her usual wow to never repeat it again.  

The chat rooms were still open and she could catch a glimpse of the texts from her chat-rooms, but she hardly had any stomach for it  she just wanted to forget all about it and get to the library to get some studying done.  She shut down the computer quickly.

She checked her iPhone to see if she had any messages  she was supposed to meet two of her friends to study together but none of the girls had looked in much better shape by the time shed left the party...

There was only one message, from a number she did not recall.  The message subject was just Hello Cindy.  Maybe shed been stupid enough to give her number to one of the boys at the party, though the number looked out-of-state...  It was an empty message, except for a picture-file attachment.  She opened the attachment with some curiosity, hoping it was not a virus...

What she saw was the most dreadful surprise of her life...

***

In Boston, Joe Malley smiled as soon as he hit the send button  he knew hed hit the jack-pot this time...  And what a gorgeous jack-pot it was... After years of prowling, it was about time...  He was a happily married, 39-year old father of two.  But what man could be satisfied with one dame  especially one that was having considerable difficulty shedding all those extra pounds after two births...  He missed the days when he had been the star quarterback of his high school, and girls were all over him.  

Joe owned a small subcontracting business  hed never made it to college, instead getting a job in construction.  Hed first made it to foreman, and then started his own little company  and the business was fairly good, even if some of his old pals from the neighbourhood had gone to college and got fancy jobs downtown.  He certainly pulled in enough dough to take care of the family, not to mention spare money for some fun on the side...

And what fun it would be.   

The first picture showed Cindy naked from the waist up, right hand playing with her left tit, while she was stuffing a big, black dildo in her mouth with the left hand...  A drunken smile stretched around the large rubber-penis, as she was looking straight into the camera.  Joe had spent near two hours to convince the drunk college slut to give him that shot, but the rest had been easy as pie after that...   And he doubted shed remember any of it the next morning...

What a hoot it was  the girl had given not only her real name, but her phone number, too.   Not to mention posing for all those pictures as part of the little role-playing theyd engaged in around 4 AM.  Maybe they really shouldnt let these dumb college sluts do any drinking, Joe chuckled merrily.

Joe had a good dozen pictures, each better than the one before  he intended to send one per hour till the evening, by which time he imagined the stupid little slut would be hysterical, and ready to do anything she was told to.  

Shed get everything shed wanted the night before.  And more.  A lot more if Joe had his way  and he very much intended to...  Hed long wanted a sex slave  a real one, in the flesh, not some bored house-wife role-playing on the internet.  A real sex-slave, a young, gorgeous girl, ready to pander to his every whim everyday, every hour; ready to be used as he saw fit...

That was the dream, and now it was no further than a quick flight to Raleigh...

***

3 months later...

Joe stood in front of the door of the small apartment in Allston, shaking the dirt off his boots.  He was a very fit 39-year old; muscles built at construction sites, not in fancy gyms.  He had a small beer belly, but that was about it.  He hadnt shaved in a few days, but that was okay  he was still the most clean-cut guy at work.  He wore jeans and a plaid shirt as always.  He took one last smoke from his cigarette and threw the butt in the hallway.  

Hed had to pay off another fat government inspector today, to the tune of $500, and he was still pissed off about it.  Normally hed head to the pub to relax after such an episode and drink beer till he was fully drunk, and then head home to the wife; but he was now in the mood for a much better brand of relaxation.  

He turned the key and entered the apartment.

There she was  his sex slave...

He had laid down the rules fast and hard as soon as he met his new pet down in Raleigh, and she knew damn well who was the boss right away.  She were to move her tight little ass to Boston to serve her new Master and Owner 24/7...   

She was kneeling on the floor.  Her tighs spread apart.  Her hands clenched together at the back of her neck.

She was fully nude, as always.  Except for a thick leather collar she now wore all the time.  There were tattos across each wrist, tattos of chains.  Another tatto, right below her navel, simply said Sex Slave Cindy.  Her nipples were pierced; so was her tongue.  Joe loved such details.

There were sex-toys all over the walls, ready to be used on the slave.  Accompanied by naked shots of her.

Good evening Master she said, looking up at him from the floor.  

Please fuck me hard... she whined, as shed been taught.  

Joe grinned:  On all fours, slut... he ordered.  He did love his new life.

Cindy immediately assumed the position her Master required.  

Her wettest dreams and her worst nightmares were now rolled into one...  into hard, cold, unavoidable reality...

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 (Thats the only pay-off in writing, really...!)









