DAY 1
Sarah got off the stairmaster at exactly 11:30pm after exactly a 30-minute cardio work out. Her body was perfect: lovely rounded C Cup tits, perfectly flat abs, strong perfect legs without one tiny bump of stubble. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and not one hair was out of place.
Sarah’s apartment is another victim of her controlling ways. Perfectly aligned pillows, dust-free flatscreen. Everything in its proper place, everything meticulously ordered. The perfect lighting, the perfect temperature. All completely under her control.
She wiped her face with her towel and pulled off her workout bra and bicycle shorts. Naked and sweaty she pondered taking a shower as usual. Running her hands down over her breasts over her flat stomach to the heat of her perfectly manicured pussy mound, she realized she was a little too horny to cool off in the shower. There’s something to be said for the power of being naked when no one knows. She sat down at the small desk in her bedroom, spreading her legs so that the cool feel of the desk chair would press into her cuntlips, and she opened the laptop.
The chatroom was something else she could control. She could control exactly whom she’d talk to and whom she’d ignore. She controlled how little anyone would know of her and her real life, which she thought was boring. She controlled her personal settings, and her friends, and her words.
But something would happen to Sarah once she entered the chatroom. Behind the keyboard she was empowered. Her controlling ways weren’t just obsessive-compulsive agitations. They were dominance. They were power. At the computer, she was free to be the most innate and natural part of herself. She was free to be her real authentic self. She was a Master: part goddess, part sadist, all controlling, fully dominant.
Joy was new to the chatroom, but not so new to chatting. She was safe in here. 19 and vulnerable, young and petite. She could be as sexual in the privacy of her own bedroom as she wanted to be. And no one would know. The knowledge of that fact turned her on. Her dirty kinky sexy self could be paraded around online in utter freedom.
She’d only been in this chatroom a few nights now, it seemed as good as any of the others. She typed in her greetings to some of the chatters she’d met this week and sat back on her bed.
Joy typed and chatted, flirting and winking.
It wasn’t long before Joy caught Sarah’s attention. Sarah silently observed as Joy showed off. Showing herself, her pics, her need for attention and flattery. She was a remarkably pretty girl, a few years younger than Sarah, with a tight lovely body and the face to match.
Joy hadn’t noticed Sarah’s faceless profile or her quiet observation, but she did take notice when Sarah decided it was time to show herself.
Sarah: I’m saying hi to the prettiest girl in the room. Hi.
Joy: Are you talking to me? Hi.
Sarah: Hi 
Isn’t false humility annoying?
Joy:
And so it began. Sarah drew Joy out in a methodical and ordered way. She established fairly quickly that Joy was quite the little online slut. She knew she was pretty, she knew the pervs wanted her. She was used to getting things her way. But that wouldn’t be the course a conversation with Sarah would take.
Joy was oddly fascinated by Sarah. She was interested in a way was stronger than usual. Sarah wasn’t the average bi or lesbian woman in chat. She seemed smarter and calmer, somehow more in control. Something about that was very enticing.
Most of the chatroom watched on in amazement as Sarah asked Joy to describe her panties. They were pink, and lacey.
Sarah: Show me. I want to know that you’re not lying.
Joy: I’m not going to show you! omg!
Sarah: Aim your cam at your crotch. Turn it on for a few seconds. That’s all. No face, no revealing anything personal. Just confirmation that you’re telling me the truth.
Joy: No!! LOL! Are you nuts? I won’t do it.
Sarah: I’m not going further until I know I can trust you. If you want to keep talking to me, you’ll do it.
Sarah: You have 2 minutes.
Joy blinked, looking at her computer screen as if she wasn’t sure what she was reading. Well, really Sarah was right, there was nothing too revealing in a panty shot. It’s not like anyone would be able to attach her face to it. And what was so bad about just a pic of her panties anyway.
But what really beguiled her was why was she so anxious to keep chatting with Sarah in the first place. Joy was used to getting her way. She was not used to being told what to do.
She sat still for a moment unsure what she’d do. She didn’t want to lose Sarah’s attention and the clock was ticking. Why was she … so… into this.
Quickly Joy pointed her laptop screen down and lifted her t-shirt. She clicked on her cam.
Sarah smiled as the icon for view appeared. She clicked, and there were the panties, just as Joy had described. Pink and lacey.
The cam clicked off.
Sarah: Good girl. Now I know you’re honest. That’s what I wanted. I wanted to be sure I could trust you.
Joy: Why? What does it even matter?
Sarah: Because I’m going to tell you exactly what I want you to do, and I need to trust that you’re behaving yourself.
Joy squinted. Tell her what to do? Behaving herself? Ok, more than just a little offensive. And where the hell would this girl get this idea from? But one thing was undeniable. Joy glanced down at her crotch, at her pinky lacey panties, at the wet panel along her cuntlips… somehow, this was working.
Sarah: I want you to touch yourself for me. Do exactly as I say. Understand?”
Joy: Okay.
Sarah: I want you to wrap your arms around yourself, hugging. Tightly.
I want you to gently drag your nails down the skin of your back, and begin to press harder. Scratching in, hard enough to feel yourself making red lines in your skin. And each time your fingers move down, I want them to tug at the lace of your panty line… tugging them up, so you feel the soft pink fabric pulling up between those soft pussy lips.
Every time your fingers move up, I want you to touch your neck, around your shoulders, and drag your nails down, over your breasts, your nipple, down your stomach. Harder.
Your hands will land in front of you.
And when you’re done, and your hands are obediently in front of you,
I want you to drag your nails down over your panties without touching your pussy…
down to your thighs.
Spread your legs wider,
dig your nails in, and scratch back up – being very careful not let yourself touch your pussy.
Drag your nails back up your stomach, up over our tits, your neck.
Now back down again, once more. Down to your panties. Wrapping the lace in your fingers and tugging upward, feeling your panties riding up into your pussy…
There.
Now stop.
Breathe.
And tell me how you feel right now.
Joy released her fingers from her panties and glanced down. Her wetness was almost embarrassing. She wanted to cum. She was more aroused than she had been in a very long time. As she rested her hands on the keyboard she could see her fingers trembling a little.
Joy: I am tingling. I am turned on.
Sarah: I said, how do you FEEL.
Joy: I feel horny, and confused. I feel like I want to please you.
Sarah:
Sarah said good night prematurely. Always leave them wanting more.
Day 2
Sarah woke to find an email from Joy through her chatroom profile. She was not surprised, that was right on schedule. Sarah sipped her morning coffee and enjoyed the read. Joy sounded confused and horny, just as she had stated last night. But the bottom line was, she had made the connection. She had connected to that part of herself that wanted to surrender control.
Joy anxiously checked email, hoping for some kind of reply some Sarah. When one finally came she leapt to the computer to open it. It read like instructions. It said what time to be online, and where, so that they could chat privately through yahoo.
Sarah pondered her online explorations in her mind as she tried to get through her workday. Much of life involved behaving, listening to others and obeying rules. From traffic laws to directions from her boss. There was a major part of Sarah that longed to be The Master, in control of another person, body mind and spirit.
She only lit up long enough to read and respond to an email from Sarah. It made her heart race.
Joy couldn’t concentrate at school. She kept her head bowed in Psych 1A and thought about how much she liked not having to be responsible. She liked not being the one people depended upon to know what to do. A part of her was extremely submissive. A part of her got into the scene last night Sarah created. And that part couldn’t wait for tonight.
Sarah went from invisible, to online as she saw Joy’s friend request go through.
Sarah: Hello again.
Joy: I got your email. I have been thinking about this all day.
Sarah: I know you have. I’ve been looking forward to this too.
Joy: May I tell you what my favorite part of your email was?
Sarah: Tell me.
Joy: Your promise to keep me safe.
Sarah: Always.
Joy: If you accept control of me, then you accept responsibility for me. I need to believe that. Or I can’t let go enough to let you tell me what to do.
Sarah: You can trust me, Joy. Let go. Nothing will happen to you. I’ve got you. I promise. Now… what are you wearing?
After a few moments of sexy banter, Sarah had Joy sitting in her panties again, stroking herself.
Sarah: Are you ready to surrender to me? Do what I want, no matter what it is?
Joy: I want to. Yes.
Sarah: Then let your fingers dig their way into your pussy. Slide up your hole gently, Finger yourself the way I would finger you. Each time you penetrate that cunt I want you to curl your finger, as if you’re signaling someone to “come here.”
And just drag your pointer finger across the front wall of your pussy inside.
I want you to know this is the way I have always fingered myself, since I was like 16. I always start like this.
And now, you are fingering yourself exactly the way I do myself. I’d be fingering you right now exactly this way.
Sarah: Do you like it?
Joy rolled her head back as she drove her hand up into her own heat, curling her finger as instructed. This was getting to her. Being told exactly what to do and when. And how. The evening went forward. And Joy thoroughly enjoyed everything Sarah made her do to herself. Right up until she sent her for her vibrator.
Joy: Okay, I’m back.
Sarah: Good. How big is it?
Joy: 8 inches, maybe 2 inches diameter.
Sarah: You’ll be using this in your ass, you know.
Joy: No, no. It’s too big for my ass.
Sarah: I want to be free to explore myself, and free to explore you. Are you trying to deny that you’re into this? Into being controlled?
Joy: No, I’m not denying that. I am surprisingly into this. I just can’t fit this into my ass.
Sarah: I’ll sign off right now.
Joy: What?? Wait!
Sarah: Good. Then lick that vibe. Get it nice and wet and lubed for your ass.
As Joy angled the vibrator underneath herself she began twitch. What in the hell was she doing? Why did she want to obey this person so much?
Her pucker gave way to the point of the vibrator as she read Sarah’s words on the computer screen: Only type y for yes and n for no. No other words. I want your hands busy doing what I tell you to do.
Joy pulled her hand t the computer quickly enough to type “y” and continued to follow instruction, sitting her weight onto her ass. It felt like too much, her head started swimming.
Disobediently she removed it and put her hands on the keyboard.
Joy: It’s too much, Sarah. I’m sorry. It hurts.
Sarah: You’re very disappointing. You can do something that will make it up to me, though.
Joy: Sure! What’s that?
Sarah: Send me a photo of yourself naked.
Joy: No! I can’t do that.
Sarah: Hearing you say no to me is hurtful. And now I want to hurt you back. These are your options, Joy. Send me the photo and please me. Or get that vibrator lubed and up your ass, and hurt yourself with it.
Joy: I don’t want to do either.
Sarah: Good night, then.
Day 3
Joy spent a long restless day at school, unable to think about anything but her mysterious Dom in cyberland. She knew she’d disappointed Sarah. This bothered her in a way she couldn’t understand. Why did she so want to please this person?
She tossed her Psych 1A books onto her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. The red scratch marks she’d put on herself for Sarah were still visible. Wanting to please someone was an innate part of submission. It was natural and ingrained. Although there were probably contributing factors of environment and family, the basic urge was just something she was born with, much the way she was born with a natural attraction for women even if there were some influencing factors. They were basically irrelevant to the seed. The more she thought about it the more she realized, there was great freedom in surrendering. In leaping off the building and letting someone else worry about all the catching and aftermath. She was free to be deviant and blameless, if someone was making her. She was also free to be rewarded when that someone was pleased.
Pulling out her vibrator and her lube she turned her computer on. She lubed the vibrator and relaxed herself, lying back on her bed, within the angle of the cam, she worked it, and worked it. She grimaced as it hurt. She felt her eyes tear, but she wanted this. As she forced it the whole way in, she pressed the remote for the cam and grabbed a single photo.
Joy’s ass muscle’s pushed the vibrator out abruptly. Her ass cheeks slammed together with pain and relief. She saved the picture from the screen as a jpeg and emailed it to Sarah’s chat profile. And then she waited.
Joy paced, staring at her computer, waiting to hear the new mail noise, or to see Sarah’s Yahoo profile pop into the contacts list as Online. She waited for that bright yellow smiley face. She hurried to piss, and scurried back from the bathroom. She ran to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and then dashed back. Just as she was about to give up, there it was. Sarah’s Yahoo Online smiley face.
Sarah: I got your photo.
Joy: I’m glad. I did that for you. I’ve been waiting all night.
Sarah: Well that’s good. And that earns you another opportunity.
Joy: Oh good!
Sarah: But I am curious. Out of the choice I gave you, you chose to do the thing that hurts you, rather than the thing that would please me. You shoved that vibrator up your ass instead of sending me the photo I asked for.
Joy: Yes.
Sarah: Why is that?
Joy: I just can’t have a naked pic of me out there. It’s not about you.
Sarah: We’ll leave that where it is for now. And we’ll continue to punish your ass.
Joy obediently did everything she was told, Sarah had her put her panties back on, and yank them up into her cunt . She had her hump them and grind them until they were soaked with pussy juice and cum. She had her lick them, and shove them up into her ass. Typing responses with only “y” or “n” Joy did everything she was told to do. As humiliating and as degrading as it all was.
Sarah: I have one more thing for you to do tonight. But I’ll give you another chance to please me, instead of hurt yourself. You can use both hands to type to me.
Joy: I’m sorry, Sarah, I can’t send you a photo of myself naked.
Sarah: Can’t or wont. Do you know how it hurts me when you say no?
Joy: I’m sorry.
Sarah: Alright then. No more words. I’m taking that way. Y or N are all you’re allowed to use. Pull the panties out of your ass, and quickly replace them with the vibrator.
Let me know when it’s done.
Joy: y
Sarah: Now put the panties in your mouth.
I sense your hesitation.
I know it’s disgusting. You’re a dirty whore, and you want to please me but you insist on saying no to me. You’ll put those dirty ass panties in your mouth. And you’ll sit on that vibrator, deep in your ass. And that’s how you’ll cum. Your cum will not be to please yourself, it will be to further degrade yourself.
Joy: y
Sarah: Panties in your mouth?
Joy: y
Sarah: Disgusting.
Joy: y
Sarah: Vibrator up your whore ass?
Joy: y
Sarah: You don’t feel much like coming do you.
Joy: n
Sarah: But you will. You will make yourself cum, with your dirty holes stuffed painfully. Wet your fingers in your pussy and hold your lips apart enough for your clit to push out.
Now rub it.
Rub it, filthy whore. Make yourself cum. Gagged with your filthy used panties, panties that were shoved up your ass. Fucked on a vibrator in the ass. That’s how you deserve to cum.
Joy surrendered. She stopped trying to make sense out of why she wanted to please Sarah. She stopped questioning why the degradation was utterly freeing. She kneeled upright on her bended knees, the floor holding the base of the vibrator in place in her ass. Horribly humbled with her panties shoved into her mouth, she stroked her slit with her fingers. Pulling her finger forward through her slit she reached her clitoris and stroked, making tiny wet circles with her fingertip. She felt free and real.
As she felt herself growing closer to cumming she imagined Sarah there. Pushing her fingers up Joy’s ass, or stroking Joy’s clit with her tongue. She imagined Sarah’s face, her eyes burning into her own with domination and a taste for pain. She imagined total surrender of all control, and how it would feel to let down all pretenses. To stop any charades and for a moment in Sarah’s control to be what she truly was: a dirty whore.
Joy began to cum, her body stiffened and her fingers froze. Her thighs clamped together holding the vibrator stiffly in place and then pushing it out, ejecting it with one involuntary shove. She spit the underwear out and began to sob.
Day 4
It was unlike Sarah to be so caught up with thought regarding one of her little online conquests. Normally the exchanged left her feeling fortified. They fulfilled her inner desires to control something, for once. To act out as if she was the one in charge. Not to have to take orders or directions, not to have to obey anybody else’s rules. At night, online, that was her time. That’s where she flourished. That’s where she was empowered.
Although she was quite pleased with Joy’s performance of humiliation, her obedient “y” and “n” answers, and the photos of her dirty panties and vibrator on the floor when she was finished being used and abused, the fact still remained that she had said “no” to Sarah’s request for a naked photo. She would be meeting Joy at midnight on chat. And tonight she would push even harder. No one says “no” to Sarah. Not eventually.
Sarah signed in and waited for Joy. At exactly midnight, there she was.
Joy: I’ve been reading your emails all day.
Sarah: I’m pleased to hear that.
Joy: I have the glass and the ice-cubes ready as you asked.
Sarah: I want you to spread your legs and stroke your pussy through your panties gently while you tell me about your day.
Joy: smiles… Well I had my morning classes. I was exhausted because you keep me up so late.
Sarah: You went through a lot last night. Seeing your inner self. Finding your pleasure in it.
Joy: Yes. And it’s left me feeling a little overwhelmed. I could hardly concentrate in school.
Sarah: Are you a freshmen?
Joy: Sophomore.
Sarah: What classes are you taking?
Joy stroked her fingers softly up her panties, up the lines of her pussy lips, and back down. Cupping them, cradling the lips and squeezing them together in an almost nurturing and protective way. She told Sarah about her psych class. About learning the Kinsey scale, and the ideology of Queer Theory. She admitted she’d been thinking about her passive behavior. She admitted to her sense of self in the thought of being controlled.
Joy: It just seems to me that being in control is too much work. All day every day, someone expects something of me. My boss at the coffee shop, my teachers. I can drink on this side of the state line but not on the other. I can’t text and drive, I have to wear my seatbelt. Not that those are bad rules. I’m just saying all day long I’m covered in rules.
Sarah: I am too. I understand.
Joy: For me I just feel like the way to be released, is to surrender. I’m never in control anyway. So to stop pretending that I have any kind of free will is like a fucking gift! lol!
Sarah: This is quite interesting, Joy. For me it’s the opposite.
Joy: What do you mean?
Sarah: I mean, I’m so sick and tired of having to obey other’s rules and regulations that I find my freedom in the opposite. I want to be in control. I want to tell you what to wear, how to sit. What words you are allowed to type. I want to tell you when to beg. When to fuck your pussy with your fingers. When to cum. When you’re allowed to sign off….
Joy: Ah. I see.
Sarah: I am pleased you find releasement in surrender. It makes me feel good that you want to obey me, to be your best inner self.
Joy: I’ve been very confused by all of this. But I can’t deny how wet I am right now. Or how much I think about you all day long. Or how badly I want your approval.
Sarah: Evil grin
Joy: I’m wet with anticipation as I stroke my pussy through my panties. I am eager to find out what you have in store for me tonight.
Sarah: Pull your panties off. And take an ice cube out of the glass.
Joy: y
Sarah grinned as Joy slipped easily into her submissive role, using the “y” and “n” answers without being told as if she understood Sarah’s control without it having to be stated.
Sarah directed Joy to touch the ice cube to her lips, to just run it back and forth, and allow any water melt to run down her arm. She instructed her not to open her mouth. To just feel the cold and understand the sensation. Then she instructed her to slip the ice cube into her mouth and hold it there. She told Joy to let her now with a “y” when it had become uncomfortable.
Joy: y
Sarah: You want to take it out, do you?
Joy: y
Sarah: Well you can’t. Keep it in your mouth. I own that mouth. Now take another and put it inside of your panties, against your cunt lips.
Joy: y
Sarah: Spread your lips. Push the ice into your hole. Your mouth is aching, now your pussy will to.
Joy: y
Sarah: Good. Now take another cube from the glass. I want you to run it down your body. Down your chest, over your nipple, down across your stomach. Around your waist to your backside. Not press it to your asshole.
Joy: n
Sarah: It wasn’t a question. I expect you to do this. And be prepared for pain tonight. I want you to hurt. I want you to feel 1000 times what it feels like to me when you say no.
Joy knew this was about the naked pic she wouldn’t send, again. Her jaw hurt as the ice cube continued melting in her mouth. Her cunt didn’t hurt though; it felt numbed from the ice cube. Her ass was going to hurt and she knew it.
As she brought the ice to her pucker she grimaced. And pushed.
Sarah: Is it in your ass?
Joy: y
Sarah: I could be making you cum right now. I could be delighting you until you squealed. We could both be happy. Yet you chose to have ice in your mouth, pussy, and ass. You choose to suffer for me. I like that.
Joy: y
Sarah: But what I would like even more is if you chose to please me. All you have to do is send me a naked photo.
Joy: n
Sarah: Take another ice cube from the glass and shove it up your ass. In one fast hard shove, Joy. Do it. You whore. Ice is what you deserve because that is what your heart is made of. Do you understand?
Joy: y
Sarah: Now slap your ass for me. God dammit, Joy, I want to hear the slap all the way over here. I want you to hit yourself HARD. Harder!
Tears ran down Joy’s cheeks as she began to sob. She had surrendered herself in a way she never thought she could. In a way that gave her a true sense of herself, and her purpose. She had such an attraction for this woman. Such feelings. But the cruelty was becoming a wall she couldn’t overcome.
She hit her own ass, drinking in the images Sarah painted, of Sarah’s hands hitting her, and fucking her, and yanking her by her hair to place her exactly as she wanted her. Joy let go of everything including reality and sank into the fantasy. It had left the real world as Sarah began to push too hard.
Sarah: Does your ass hurt? Does it sting? Is 4 ice cubes too much?
Joy: y
Sarah: Do you want to stop?
Joy: y
Sarah: Well you can’t! This is how you make me feel when you say no to me! I want another ice-cube shoved into your worthless cunt, NOW!
Joy: y
Sarah: I want you to know that I am obsessively thinking about you, Joy. I think about you night and day. I forbid you to answer, I just want to say this. I love you. I love how you obey me even when it humiliates you. Even when it hurts. I love how you choose to be in pain for me. I love the way I imagine your pussy to taste.
Joy began sobbing harder. Sarah’s words were intoxicating. She wanted so badly to please Sarah. Especially now. But Sarah was going to far.
Sarah: Oh no. Joy, I’m sorry. I went too far didn’t I.
Joy: y
Sarah: Do you want to stop?
Joy: y
As Sarah allowed Joy to release herself from the ice she began to wildly type her feelings. She was expressing things she’d never before expressed. No one had made her realize them until now. She was a closeted bisexual. Hell, maybe she was even a lesbian. No one knew. And she was miserable.
Joy read every word, stroking her fingers along the computer screen as she did. She told Sarah she loved her too, and thought about her all the time.
But that she was not going to send a naked photo of herself. And that’s when she realized. She was the one in control.
Day 5
Sarah: I didn’t hear from you all day today. I was worried.
Joy: I was in pain. I had odd cramps. I didn’t feel good all day. I missed classes. I missed work. I stayed in bed.
Sarah: This is because I went too far, isn’t it.
Joy: Yes. This was because you went too far.
And when Sarah went to far, she had lost control of herself. She lost control of her desire to exercise pleasure through domination. She lost control of her responsibility to her partner to keep her safe.
And she lost control of Joy.
Sarah: Let’s see if we can’t make you feel a little better. Take off your panties for me.
Joy: No thanks, not tonight.
Sarah: I don’t think that was a question.
Joy: I’m sorry, Sarah. I really am. But I can’t trust that you won’t make this worse. You’re out to punish me because I won’t send you a stupid pic.
Sarah: You’re right. I am. I want you to feel as bad about not doing it as I feel hearing you refuse me something.
Joy: I see.
Sarah: So are you saying we’re at a standstill?
Joy: No. I’m saying, I was supposed to be able to trust you. And that feeling is kinda gone.
Day 6
Sarah avoided the computer. She figured a little time and distance would snap Joy’s head back on straight. She’d miss Sarah. She would want that emptiness replaced with something more fulfilling.
Joy had come through some major realizations in a week’s time. They weren’t likely to be dismissed easily. Sarah knew she had pushed too far. She was just lashing out, angry that Joy insisted on saying no. It wasn’t even about the photos. Who cares about the stupid photos. It was about the “no.” She hated that this woman who’d gotten under her skin would say no to her, again and again.
She would check email tomorrow. Tomorrow, there was sure to be an apology from Joy. And maybe even that photo after all.
Day 7
Sarah entered the chatroom curiously. No word from Joy. No email. Her Yahoo Chat client said Joy was offline. Yet, there she was. In chat. Clearly, online.
Sarah: Hello to the prettiest lady in the room
Joy: Hello yourself
Sarah: I hope you’re feeling better.
Joy: Much. Thanks.
As the sexy talk in the room carried on, swirling around a newly empowered Joy, Sarah made her exit.
Sarah: Good night all. Best to you, Joy.
Joy: Same to you Sarah. Good night.
