Two fingers in now, and then out to feed your hungry mouth your own juices, two fingers back to pound yourself good. Make it leak and pay special attention to your sloshing sounds. Three fingers in deep and make that hole splash. Take them good and feed your hunger. Get your toy and plant it inside you. Stroke it deep again and again.

I’ll bet you’re ready to come, aren’t you?

Cock still buried and now both hands go to work those nipples. Pinch them, squeeze them, twist, stretch them, with that cunt still humming. Cock out to rub that swollen little clit. Stroke it hard, abuse it, make that cunt need to come. Two fingers in from one hand, fucking that hole while you stroke that hot little fuck button hard and fast. Rub your little cock head, keep rubbing, stroke it, tap it, spank it, pinch it. Cock back in, hungry girl. Two hands on that cock. Pound that fuckhole. Make that cunt ache, strain to hum your back wall… Do it until you’re ready to come.

You will pound that pussy with thirty strokes and count backward from thirty with each fuck stroke going deeper each time and once to zero… Then you will make yourself explode!

Make sure you have your laptop next to you on the bed with instructions up on the screen so you can follow my commands.

Be a good girl and make yourself come hard.

MC

I performed his instructions by lamplight with my laptop next to me, loving how naughty it felt to do his dirty bidding. Some of the things he commanded, I’ve never done to myself before, including the tape. It surprised me how much I enjoyed spanking my clit, and wiping my juices on my neck and face—that felt perverse and whorish, which only amped up my arousal. At the end I came hard, then I let myself rest before making myself come again. Everything he’d asked me to do felt amazingly good and I couldn’t get enough. Before I fell asleep I sent him a detailed report of my play.

The next morning, after he’d read my report from the previous night’s task, he contacted me via chat.

MC: You can sense your sluttiness growing, can’t you?

Sophie: Yes, sir.

MC: The tape was only the beginning to give you a flavor of self-bondage, and believe me, it will get far more intense as we move forward. Your clit better start getting accustomed to some abuse and some strange feelings. Clit play will be your heaven or your hell.

Sophie: That’s kinda scary.

MC: There is no need for fear, but being anxious is understandable.. When you play, the scent of you needs to fill the air. I want to affect all your senses. I hope you are ready to come time and again, over and over.

Sophie: I am, sir.

MC: Good. I have to get back to work now, but you should be preparing for our phone session on Saturday.

Sophie: Yes, sir I am.

MC: Stay wet and be a good plaything.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

As I prepared for our first session, some of his messages set me on edge. It started with this:

Sophie,

In our upcoming session, you will come to a true understanding of the meaning of painslut. This session will give you a much better sense of where we can go and test your tolerance.

It will also be a good test of your willingness to comply.

Understood? Agreed?

Are you ready to be abused?

MC

I responded by telling him I was ready, but that I felt like he was trying to scare me. Did I have reason to be scared? Perhaps a healthy dose of fear was the intention to get my endorphins hopping…

Sophie,

I have been up front with you all along that training would get more intense. I believe you are now ready to move forward into unchartered waters. Your display of compliance and honesty has convinced me you have earned the training already provided to this point.

I realize this can be very strange and wonderful all at the same time, and the experiences you take away will be invaluable to your growth as a good plaything.

This is out of your realm of experience and at times may be slightly overwhelming, but you must put your trust in my hands and know I will take you at a speed that is healthy and safe.

Should you be scared? No. Apprehensive? Yes.

If you are feeling that way then the training is sinking in, and you’ve come to the realization that in fact you can be cyber-trained.

Remember this is all about you, and your willingness and desire to be trained.

You’re a good girl. Stay wet for me. And be sure to tell me your safe word in advance.

MC

I thanked him for his comments, letting him know that I trusted him to go at a speed that was safe for me. I also gave him my safe word, which was to be “bluebird.” I wasn’t sure why I picked that, but I liked it.

MC explained this elaborate setup to me involving a chair, a broom, duct tape, and a dildo. He wanted me to stick the head of the broom between the mattress and the box spring of my bed so that the handle stuck out into the room. Then he instructed me to thread the broom handle between the vertical rungs of the chair from my kitchen, and finally duct tape the dildo securely to the end of the broom handle.

I was to lay a pillow on the chair for comfort, and I was to be naked except for wearing an elastic circle around my waist, made by knotting eight of my rubber bands together. He also requested I have on hand the clothespins tied with twine to a pair of wristbands, a spatula, and a butt plug.

Sophie,

Once you have a taste of this upcoming task, I’m sure you will learn what it’s like to be a “greedy girl.”

There are so many sessions, toys, and lessons ahead to turn you into a whimpering, compliant li’l slut.

Saturday will be your coming-out party, and I’m sure you will behave as I demand and expect.

Make sure you are keeping that fuckhole ripe and tasting the essence from your very core.

MC

A coming-out party? I had a coming-out party years ago… my mind drifted back to the white dresses, the curtsies, debonair men in tails, and waiters whisking past with trays of champagne.

The party he was planning promised to be quite different than the debutante balls I’d attended.

On the day of our first phone session I received this message:

Are you going to be ready to play tonight?

Have you been a good girl and tried your fuck-chair arrangements?

Do you have all your toys built?

Are you ready to be my fucktoy?

Are you ready to be taken and abused on Skype?

Are you ready to come hard like a helpless bitch?

MC

Nervous but excited, I sent him back a message answering in the affirmative to his questions. Then I got everything ready—my chair with the elaborate setup that would allow me to ride a cock, my headset and microphone for hands-free play, my array of toys all close by on the bed, and a fully charged laptop. Now if I could just survive the wait… My stomach churned with a mixture of nerves and excitement all day.

My skin felt clammy, so I cranked up the air conditioner. I wasn’t just nervous about the pain that I was afraid might be inflicted upon me (or that I might inflict upon myself at the command of the man on the other end of the line). It was also the fact that I would actually be talking to him.

Up until now, I had been following along with his instructions via email. Because of the medium, his communications should have had all the personality of a paper how-to instruction manual. Yes, somehow his persona came through anyway. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that a guy who’d had fifteen subs in the past wasn’t recycling a majority of his material. I mean, he acts as a teacher of sorts, and I was familiar with that. I knew when you utilize a certain curriculum the best you can do is try to tailor it to the individual student.