Right now, Misty. I know you. Don’t try to fool me.
She almost expected to see the words in big, bold letters. The first time he’d asked her to do something for him—kidded her into it—she’d screwed up her courage, reminding herself he could be a thousand miles away.
Cock Robin: Want to play a little game?
Misty: Like what?
Cock Robin: I’m sitting here trying to imagine what you look like. Take off your top.
Come on. Do a little striptease. Remember, you asked if men liked that.
Shocked, she’d almost shut down and deleted the IM. But a dark thrill was beckoning her and she’d thought, Why not?
Cock Robin: Come on. Take off your top and press your nipples against the monitor.
She protested he couldn’t see her but he told her it was okay, he had a good imagination. Feeling incredibly stupid, she’d slipped off her t-shirt and pressed herself to the monitor screen.
Cock Robin: Gorgeous. I can almost feel them.
After that he took things up in increments.
Cock Robin: Pinch your nipples for me. Tell me how it feels. Harder.
Cock Robin: Hold your breasts in your hands and pretend it’s me. Come on, just try it for me.
Cock Robin : Are you wearing panties? Sexy ones? I’ll bet they are. How about describing them for me?
The tenor of the exchange changed so subtly she almost didn’t notice. Then one day she realized everything he said was a command and given in a way he knew she would obey. Aware that everything about her was changing, in a panic she’d shut down the 9
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computer and not even gone near it for almost a week. But the restless need that plagued her overrode any other feelings. Finally she gave in and logged back on. All his messages were there waiting for her. They all said the same thing— Where are you? Why have you run away?
When she didn’t answer he wrote, Don’t be frightened. I would never hurt you. Ever.
That’s not what I’m about.
Just like that she was back into the role.
They’d been IMing back and forth again for two weeks now. Their conversations grew bolder, his commands more graphic. They made her squirm in the beginning, but she soon found the whole thing an incredible turn-on. The first time she actually fucked herself with her fingers and described it to him, she thought she’d die of embarrassment. Then she reminded herself he couldn’t see her.
Sometimes when he gave her specific directions she really thought he could see her.
He’d tell her to do things and she’d say okay, pretending, but somehow he caught her out every time. Tonight when she didn’t answer him he repeated his command, prodding her.
Cock Robin: Did you take them off yet, Misty?
Misty: Not yet. Hold on.
Cock Robin: I am holding on.
She could almost feel his grin in his words.
Cock Robin: Got my hand wrapped around it right now as a matter of fact.
Misty: Oh yeah? Tell me how it looks? What it feels like.
Cock Robin: Only after you take off your shorts.
Shannon stood long enough to pull her shorts down and kick them away. When she sat back down in the chair, the rough fabric of the cushion rubbed against the lips of her newly shaved cunt. That was something he’d ordered her to do two nights ago and had her describe the process to him in minute detail.
10
I Dare You
Misty: Okay. Done.
Cock Robin: Are you sure ? he teased.
Cock Robin: No cheating, remember?
Misty: Positive. Wanna see?she teased back.
Cock Robin: I wish I could. Touch yourself for me and tell me what you feel.
Shannon dropped one hand between her thighs and ran her fingertips over her naked labia. Her skin was slick, coated with her cream, her fingers sliding against her flesh in a sensuous caress. The inner walls of her cunt fluttered in arousal, begging to be stroked.
Licking her fingers the way he always ordered her to, she wrote, Slick and hot. And very smooth.
Cock Robin: Better since you started shaving, right?
She paused a moment then typed, Yes.
Cock Robin: Go ahead and lift
She almost expected to see the words in big, bold letters. The first time he’d asked her to do something for him—kidded her into it—she’d screwed up her courage, reminding herself he could be a thousand miles away.
Cock Robin: Want to play a little game?
Misty: Like what?
Cock Robin: I’m sitting here trying to imagine what you look like. Take off your top.
Come on. Do a little striptease. Remember, you asked if men liked that.
Shocked, she’d almost shut down and deleted the IM. But a dark thrill was beckoning her and she’d thought, Why not?
Cock Robin: Come on. Take off your top and press your nipples against the monitor.
She protested he couldn’t see her but he told her it was okay, he had a good imagination. Feeling incredibly stupid, she’d slipped off her t-shirt and pressed herself to the monitor screen.
Cock Robin: Gorgeous. I can almost feel them.
After that he took things up in increments.
Cock Robin: Pinch your nipples for me. Tell me how it feels. Harder.
Cock Robin: Hold your breasts in your hands and pretend it’s me. Come on, just try it for me.
Cock Robin : Are you wearing panties? Sexy ones? I’ll bet they are. How about describing them for me?
The tenor of the exchange changed so subtly she almost didn’t notice. Then one day she realized everything he said was a command and given in a way he knew she would obey. Aware that everything about her was changing, in a panic she’d shut down the 9
Desiree Holt
computer and not even gone near it for almost a week. But the restless need that plagued her overrode any other feelings. Finally she gave in and logged back on. All his messages were there waiting for her. They all said the same thing— Where are you? Why have you run away?
When she didn’t answer he wrote, Don’t be frightened. I would never hurt you. Ever.
That’s not what I’m about.
Just like that she was back into the role.
They’d been IMing back and forth again for two weeks now. Their conversations grew bolder, his commands more graphic. They made her squirm in the beginning, but she soon found the whole thing an incredible turn-on. The first time she actually fucked herself with her fingers and described it to him, she thought she’d die of embarrassment. Then she reminded herself he couldn’t see her.
Sometimes when he gave her specific directions she really thought he could see her.
He’d tell her to do things and she’d say okay, pretending, but somehow he caught her out every time. Tonight when she didn’t answer him he repeated his command, prodding her.
Cock Robin: Did you take them off yet, Misty?
Misty: Not yet. Hold on.
Cock Robin: I am holding on.
She could almost feel his grin in his words.
Cock Robin: Got my hand wrapped around it right now as a matter of fact.
Misty: Oh yeah? Tell me how it looks? What it feels like.
Cock Robin: Only after you take off your shorts.
Shannon stood long enough to pull her shorts down and kick them away. When she sat back down in the chair, the rough fabric of the cushion rubbed against the lips of her newly shaved cunt. That was something he’d ordered her to do two nights ago and had her describe the process to him in minute detail.
10
I Dare You
Misty: Okay. Done.
Cock Robin: Are you sure ? he teased.
Cock Robin: No cheating, remember?
Misty: Positive. Wanna see?she teased back.
Cock Robin: I wish I could. Touch yourself for me and tell me what you feel.
Shannon dropped one hand between her thighs and ran her fingertips over her naked labia. Her skin was slick, coated with her cream, her fingers sliding against her flesh in a sensuous caress. The inner walls of her cunt fluttered in arousal, begging to be stroked.
Licking her fingers the way he always ordered her to, she wrote, Slick and hot. And very smooth.
Cock Robin: Better since you started shaving, right?
She paused a moment then typed, Yes.
Cock Robin: Go ahead and lift
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