Cybersex in BDSM Chains

Me: Yes, Sir.

I flick the vibe on and press it where he wants it. Holy hell, it’s intense – my whole world narrows to that buzzing spot. I’m panting, barely breathing through the collar, the pain in my chest stoking the fire. I’m seconds from exploding when I rip it away, groaning in frustration.

Me: Sir, I obeyed. Please, I need to come – I’m nothing but need. Please, I’m begging.

Stranger: Alright, slut. Do this – vibe back on your clit, drape the keyboard over your lap, thread your arms through the armrests from outside in, and cuff yourself.

Me: Thank you, Sir!

I slide the vibe back, position the keyboard, and snap the cuffs on. I’m trapped now, and it’s pure bliss. The vibe does its work fast – I scream as much as the gag allows, shattering into release. Slowly, I come back to earth.

Me: Thank you for my orgasm, Sir.

Stranger: You’re welcome, you good little slut. Quick question – where’s the key to those cuffs? lol

I blink, confused. It’s right there on the desk – wait, no, it’s just out of reach. I lunge forward, but I’m stuck. Panic creeps in as I squirm uselessly.

Stranger: Trouble, slut? lol

Me: Yeah, looks like I’m trapped.

Stranger: Oh, really? lol Guess you’re a proper dumbass, huh?

Me: Seems that way.

Stranger: Where you at, slut?

Me: I’m in Portland.

My head’s spinning. I can’t call for help, can’t reach my phone or the damn key. I’m at my own mercy, screwed by my own horniness. The vibe’s still going, pushing me toward another edge.

Stranger: Here’s your options, slut. Give me the number of whoever’s got your spare key, or I’ll call a locksmith for you, or you hand over your address and I’ll grab the key myself and swing by. Don’t dawdle, or I’m gone. lol

My mind races. A locksmith finding me like this? No way. My sister with the spare key? Even worse. I’ve got no choice but to give him what he wants – and I know he’s after more than just playing hero. My arousal surges back, deciding for me. I type out my full name, address, my sister’s address, and the details he’d need to convince her. I’m all in now. His last message pops up.

Stranger: Nice, you stupid slut. Gonna be a fun weekend. lol See you in about 3 hours.

I’m stunned – three hours? As I sit there, reeling at my own recklessness, wondering what I’ve unleashed, the vibe drags me into another orgasm…