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The Advice
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
"I suggest you sign off and masturbate," said R.C.
Its easy to forget how such blunt honesty can occur online. Here
was a man who had never seen her face, yet he knew her more intimately
then most who saw her every day. He could sense across the miles
her frantic worry. She had been abandoned. Her best friend online
had vanished. She felt alone, humiliated, ashamed. She blamed
herself. She had explained to R.C. how she felt, the terror, the
temptation to fight back. There were things she could do dammit!
But, for what purpose? She loved him and would never hurt him.
"Yes, darling, when this gets too much for me, I have to find
release. You have let it all become too real," he continued. "Perhaps,
your friend was frightened at his feelings for you. You can be
quite enticing." As she read R.C.'s instant message she smiled.
"Thank you, Sir" she typed back. She seldom called him Sir, she
knew he felt it was overused. It was placed in her IM only to
emphasize how his compliment had made her feel. Protected and
Safe
once again.
She signed offline and with slow determination she watched, as
though from above, her preparations for the release. As she bathed
and washed her hair it was decided that this would be the last
offering of tears or lust for him. Her eyes ached from crying
and she lay for a long moment with a cool cloth on her eyes. Yes,
the last of her anger too; the release would be the end.
She wrapped the towel around herself and gathered the paddle,
the clothespins and the candles. She chose a CD on her stereo.
Each song romantic and full of new meaning. Songs of lust and
love and the mixing of souls.
She wanted to feel pain, real pain. Her eyes watched her hands
light the candle. Watched as the wax droplets formed and dripped
onto her breasts. Usually, she would masturbate as she did this
to better endure the pain, but this time she welcomed each sharp
drip.
Her voice cried out in surprise. Her nipples compressed by the
clothespins, slowly became covered with wax. Still, she did not
allow herself the pleasure of her fingers in her cunt. The wax
dripped down her belly, she watched in real horror as the flame
approached her naughty clit. She blew out the candle. Her eyes
now glazed and wide in submission as she watch the smoke rise
in pretty curls from the wick.
She kneeled and placed her wax covered upper torso on a towel
covering the couch. She raised her bottom high, her back arched
downward her legs spread. For her, this was always the most submissive
position, open to any pain or entry. She felt most feminine, most
beautiful, most vulnerable like this.
Her nipples ached as her body rhythmically pressed against the
couch as she paddled her own bottom. What a bad slut she was to
fall in love online :smack: to let someone control her heart :smack:
to want to own someone :smack: to entice them with her pictures
:smack: her words. She reached between her legs and smoothed the
silky liquid up onto her clit, the brittle strands of wax breaking
and falling to the towel beneath her legs.
Colors dimmed and her mind cleared. Pain became pleasure. The
thumping of the paddle, the thumping of her nipples, became the
thumping of her womb. A flood of sweet release dripped down her
inner thigh.
She lay like this for a moment. Comforted, watching the color
refill her eyes, listening to the sounds of her breathing. She
was glad to feel real again, alive, safe in her home, surrounded
by real love. She put away her toys and glanced sheepishly toward
the computer.
She signed online again, just long enough to send this note......
Thank you R.C., I took your advice and feel much better now. :)
You are a wise and true friend.
Luv,
z
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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