Chapter 6: Looking for a Master

Helen finds a suitable master, and they start having online sessions.

After making the decision that she would like to interact with another person to have more intense experiences closer to her fantasies, Helen focused on the search. Over the next few days, Helen tried to get back from the office as soon as possible and started to log on to various websites to find the most suitable place.

She quickly ruled out the dating sites, some of which were mainly aimed at teenagers, and focused on the more overtly erotic ones, especially those geared towards the BDSM world. After reviewing the content and number of users, she registered with two of them under the name ‘kajira2000’, using the term kajira, which she had learnt was used to refer to slave girls in books about the world of Gor. As a description of herself, she put: ‘Slave looking for master for online sessions’.

Helen logged on to the chat rooms daily and looked at the profiles to see which one might be interesting. She received contact messages of all kinds, from one who identified himself as a slave and proposed to be a partner to one who claimed to be a strict master who would whip her every day and make her drink his piss. She rejected many of them as soon as she read the message because they were too extreme or something different from what she was looking for.

Of the few she found interesting, after chatting a little with each one, she decided that the best was ‘PerverseMaster’, whose description was: ‘I will turn your submission into infinite pleasure’. In conversations with him, she found him intelligent, someone who would play with teasing and imagination. Eventually she arranged to meet him for an interactive session the following Friday night.

When Friday arrived, Helen was nervous, wondering how it would all go; although it wasn’t a face-to-face encounter, exposing herself to a stranger, talking about desires, and perhaps reaching orgasm while talking to someone was odd.

As arranged, at 9 pm, Helen sat down on the bed, opened the computer, and initiated a voice call: “Hello?”

“Good night, slave,” a deep voice replied.

“Good night.”

“Remember, it’s always Master, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“Are you naked?”

“No, Master.”

“Whenever we talk, you must be naked and on your knees on the floor.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Tell me what toys you have.”

“I have handcuffs, ankle cuffs, a collar, a ball gag, a vibrating dildo, another dildo with a suction cup, and clover nipple clamps, Master.”

“Good, perfect. Whenever we talk, you must be naked, on your knees, and with hand and foot cuffs and a collar on. Understood. slave?”

“Yes, Master, I will wear them,” replied Helen, who got up, took all the toys out of the drawer she kept them in, stripped naked, and put on the ones indicated by PerverseMaster.

When she was ready, she knelt on the floor in front of the computer and said, “I’m ready now, Master.”

“Good. If you want me to be your master, you must obey me in everything. Are you willing?”

“Yes, Master,” Helen replied with a shudder, trying to imagine what the ‘everything’ her interlocutor was referring to might encompass.

“Start by fondling your tits, imagining they are my hands.”

Helen closed her eyes and began to run her hands over her breasts. Her nipples were already erect and very sensitive, and she fiddled with them with her index fingers, running her fingers just over the tips of the nipples gently, almost without touching them, causing the little nubs to get even harder and the areolas to contract and harden as well. Helen imagined her master behind her, caressing her with big, strong hands.

“From now on, that body is totally mine, to give pleasure to me. Your pleasure is secondary. Say you will,” PerverseMaster continued.

“I will, Master. My pleasure is secondary.”

“Do you like my touching you?”

“Yes,” Helen replied, fondling and squeezing harder and harder her breasts, which were red and swollen from the arousal and caresses.

“Are you wet and ready for my cock?”

Helen lowered a hand to her sex and slipped a finger between her labia; she noticed the oozing wetness.

“Yes, Master.”

“Stick two fingers inside your cunt and masturbate until you’re ready, but don’t even think about cumming. When you are ready, you must ask my permission to cum,” said PerverseMaster, who had pulled down his trousers and was stroking his erect cock. He imagined what the body of the woman he was talking to would be like. On the internet you never know who you’re talking to, but the voice sounded pleasant and cultivated, and he imagined the body might be attractive. He was looking forward to a video session, or even better, to enjoying that body. But he was very patient; the time would come...

Helen obeyed: she inserted two fingers into her wet vagina and began to push them in and out while her other hand kneaded her breasts.

Both became more and more aroused: he, sitting, masturbating his erect cock with a hand lubricated with gel and imagining this naked woman before him, obeying his every desire; she, with her eyes closed, penetrating with ever wetter and faster fingers her vagina, which was getting wetter and wetter, and imagining a stranger dominating her and making use of her body.

Helen’s gasps grew louder and louder as her breathing quickened. Finally, she said, “Master ... I’m about to come...”

“Stop right now, and pinch your nipples hard until it hurts and you calm down. That’s what I would do if I were there.”

Helen obeyed with difficulty, for the situation had excited her more than she had anticipated, and she put her hands to her nipples and pinched them with all her might. The pain and the feeling, on the one hand, lessened her excitement, but on the other hand, perversely, aroused her more. She imagined the cruel master behind her crushing her nipples with firm hands. From her lips escaped a howl, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

PerverseMaster slowed down the pace too, as he wanted to enjoy the whole session, and after waiting a while, he continued, “Now your master is going to lie on the floor, and you are going to ride him. Stick the dildo to the floor, give him a blow job, and then fuck him.”

Helen pinned the dildo to the floor, knelt before it, moved her head closer, and put her lips around the tip of the artificial phallus. She ran her tongue slowly around the tip, imagining that she was actually kneeling between the legs of a man lying down and was going to suck his cock. She began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of the shaft into her mouth, until it began to touch the entrance to her throat, causing her to gag.

Meanwhile, PerverseMaster heard the sucking and licking sounds Helen was making and imagined her thick, sensual lips wrapped around his cock. He moved his hand slowly, trying to synchronise his movements with what he assumed were Helen’s as he could make out from the sounds.

From time to time, he would encourage her by saying, “Do you like sucking my cock, slave? Do you like having a big cock in your mouth? Swallow it all the way down, until your lips are pressed against my pubis.”

She stopped and replied, “Yes, Master. I’m swallowing it all. I like having a cock in my mouth.” Since they hadn’t turned on the camera, she knew he couldn’t see that, try as she might, she wasn’t able to swallow the dildo all the way down her throat, but she liked to imagine that she was. She would even have liked him to really force it down her throat, but the gag reflex prevented her from swallowing any more.

Since he hadn’t forbidden her to masturbate any more, while she was sucking the dildo, Helen kept fondling her breasts with her left hand and masturbating with her right, with two fingers in her vagina. The situation was turning her on more and more, and, without realising it, she was getting more and more enthusiastic about sucking the dildo, even though it wasn’t a real cock.

When she couldn’t take it anymore and noticed that she was about to cum, Helen raised her head and, in a breathy voice, asked PerverseMaster, “Please, can I cum, Master?”

“No!” exclaimed PerverseMaster firmly. “Now you are going to take my cock deep inside your cunt, and you are going to ride me until I cum. Only then will I perhaps allow you to cum. Remember that your body is mine to give me pleasure. Your desires or needs don’t matter.”

Helen knelt with the dildo between her legs and slowly lowered herself down, easing the dildo into her soaking wet pussy. When she reached the bottom, she started going up and down, as she heard her interlocutor say to her, “I like the feel of your cunt on my cock. You’ve been craving it, haven’t you? a long, hard cock deep inside your pussy, working its way between the tight walls of her tight cunt. When I’m done with you, it won’t be tight anymore. It will be dilated and used. Then maybe I’ll stick it up your ass. Would you like to cum with a cock in your ass?”

Helen, on the verge of a sweeping orgasm, replied, “Yes.” In her state, she would have said yes to anything. She was no longer attending to anything. Only to the heat that, from her sex, spread throughout her body. Her nipples could not have been harder and more swollen, and the fluids from her sex, gushing copiously, had soaked the dildo and wet the floor.

Several times she begged him, “Please, Master, can I cum?”

But his answer was always a firm, “Not yet!”

Finally he couldn’t hold back any longer, imagining a beautiful woman on top of him, his cock inside her warm, wet pussy, her breasts jiggling in front of his eyes. He quickened the pace of his hand, and within seconds, a jet of cum spurted from the tip of his cock, trickling down her neck. Numerous spurts followed, gradually reducing in scope and intensity. When he calmed down and his breathing recovered, he said to Helen, “I’ve cum inside you; you’ve satisfied me so much.”

‘Can I cum now?’ asked a panting and hopeful Helen.

“No! You’ll have to wait until the next day we talk.”

“Nooo, please...” pleaded Helen.

“If you want to be my slave, you will have to obey me,” he insisted adamantly. “Now stand up. Next time maybe I’ll let you cum. Until we talk again, don’t even think about having an orgasm. You must always ask my permission. Goodbye,” ended the call PerverseMaster.

Helen was desperate. On the one hand, she was turned on by his control over her body and his refusal to let her cum, but on the other hand, she found herself unable to hold out until the next time they spoke. She decided he wouldn’t find out, so she resumed her efforts, raising and lowering her waist and fucking herself against the dildo while kneading her breasts hard with both hands.

The longed-for orgasm was now within reach. Her breathing quickened along with the rhythm of her rise and fall on the dildo penetrating her; she began to pant, and at last, with a scream, impaled herself to the hilt and reached a powerful orgasm. This orgasm was followed by another and another, in a seemingly endless chain, the intensity of which never waned.

Finally she dropped to the floor exhausted. When she regained her strength, she put on a bathrobe and removed the handcuffs and collar. She reflected that the session had been very satisfying; interacting with another person and leaving the decisions and control in that person’s hands was very exciting for her. She decided that she would continue to have regular sessions with PerverseMaster.