Cathode
Rays
© shadowJewel 2000
I’m a computer nerd. I’m
the model for Fat Broad in BC. I’m
brilliant. I’m alone.
At least until next Friday night. This
is how it all started.
You see, I not only work on computers all day long, I play on them all night,
too. I joke that the cathode rays
will get me some day. I think they
might have already.
After a long day of programming, I often stop by the local deli for dinner or
the Chinese for take out and head home to the desktop for hours of “fun” in
the chat rooms. I got to be
something of a celebrity in the rooms. At
first I would cyber a guy only in private.
It seems that lately I have become somewhat of an exhibitionist and will
do it in the room with all the others “watching.”
I get a thrill out of it. I
love it when the male of the species becomes all twitchy and unable to control
himself.
You see, I started out in the “Wet
Dreams” rooms. Then someone
suggested that I move to the D/s rooms. This
john thought I had a touch of the domme about me and would do well there. I sat there and watched for a while. None of this cyber sub stuff for me. I would be the one in control.
I watched. I learned.
And finally the day (night) came for me to perform.
One night, a little after midnight my
time, I got a message from this sub who wanted to “worship me.”
Hey, I can handle a little worship in my life. At the office I’m one of the guys. Just because I head the team, have the seniority (I’m one
of the oldest cyber geeks I know), and can out program any one of the kids
coming up the line, they consider me one of them.
Hell, no. I’m the queen of
the hill. And now I had someone who
wanted to worship the queen. Of
course, it didn’t hurt having a cyber name like QueenD.
It all started simple enough.
QueenD:
On your knees, slave.
CyberSub:
Yes, Mistress
QueenD: Now, tell me what you want.
CyberSub: I want to worship you.
QueenD: Yes, and how do you propose
to do that?
This little cyberslut proceeded to tell me just how he wanted to worship the
Queen. He wanted to be bound to the
bed. He wanted me to punish his
rear end with the paddle, the flogger, and the cane. He wanted me to add a cock ring to his penis.
He wanted clamps on his nipples. In
return for all this, he wanted to kneel before me, kiss the high, black and red
boots, lick them to the tops (which were just short of my soft, delicate lips).
Hey, whatever he wanted to believe, it was his fantasy.
Besides, I liked the scene. And
then he wanted permission to rub the tender pearl with his nose while he slid
his tongue between the slickened lips
into the honey that awaited him there. It
sounded good to me.
So we played out the scene until he
couldn’t hold himself any longer. He begged, he pleaded.
I withheld permission. Well,
he almost got to the “tongue between the slickened lips into the honey” part
when the screen went blank and I got the message that CyberSub was no longer
online.
That left me hanging a little high but
definitely not dry. So, I got out
the Fat Broad vibe and took care of the remaining problems.
Later that night I was still in the D/s room.
I was getting this guy who wanted to play the naughty school boy to the
point where he had his shorts down around his ankles and was leaning over the
headmistress’ desk when I get this message.
Guess who? It’s CyberSub.
He wants to do it again. No.
I’m busy. I tell him
I’ll get back to him later. Besides,
I’m kinda getting into this headmistress thing.
Not only do I have the schoolboy begging for both mercy and permission to
release, I’m getting into the power thing and turned on by that.
Well, about two hours later I decide that
CyberSub has waited long enough and I send him a message.
Lo and behold, this guy is right there with a response.
And boy is he apologetic. He
begs to start again where he left off. He
wants to have a chance to prove to QueenD that he can do as he has promised.
Boy, is this guy submissive.
So, I figure.
Why not? And you know
something, this guy is pretty good. Of
course, I had the handy-dandy Fat Broad vibe close by.
CyberSub:
I kneel before you and lick you beautiful boots.
All the way up to the top.
QueenD:
Yes? And what do you want to
do now?
CyberSub:
Please, Mistress, may I give you pleasure?
QueenD:
And just how do you plan to do this?
This guy takes off. He licks to the
top of the boots and again asks permission to use his nose on the clit and slide
his tongue between the slickened lips. OK,
so now I’m ready for him to cut out once more.
But, hey, this time the subbie stick with his task.
His tongue slides between the outer lips and licks the sweetness there.
His nose massages the hard nub until his tongue slips into the dark
cavity of my womanhood (his verbiage is a little hokey, but he’s doing OK).
His tongue moves in and out and I begin to respond to the suggestions.
Finally he asks permission to rise and worship my breasts and use his fingers to
further pleasure me.
Sure, I allow this.
In the meantime, on my end I am responding with an occasional “mmmmm”
and “ohhhhh” or “aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” just to let him know I’m still
there.
It’s interesting. I have never
been turned on by this before. In
the “Wet Dreams” room I had been able to handle three at one time without
them figuring out what I was doing. I
never really got turned on. The
interest to me was that I could do it. But
here I am, really starting to get wet.
Finally, when CyberSub asks permission to enter me I’m ready.
I’m wet. I’m horny.
I’m sliding fingers in and out. (You
know, it gets harder to type when you do it only with one hand.)
And I finally really do come. I
mean I come all over the place.
CyberSub continues to message me whenever I’m online. We continue to cyberfuck on an almost daily basis.
I even get turned on at least a couple times a week.
Finally the question comes. The
one I had been hoping would never come. “Can
we talk in real time?” NO. This is not something I do.
Then he asks me to call him at an 800 number. Now this is a turn of events.
Most of the cyberfuckers want my phone.
And if they become insistent, I put them on the ignore list.
But this one offers for me to make the call with anonymity.
Hmmm. OK, what do I have to
lose? So I make the call.
We’ve been talking for six months. Sometimes
we talk four or five times a week. And he doesn’t always want cyber-phone-sex.
So, I figure when he asks to meet, it’s OK.
Public. Open.
By now, he knows what I look like. He
knows I’m over 50. He knows lots
more about me, as I do about him.
So, Friday finally comes. We have
arranged to meet at a coffee shop. One
thing we found we have in common is Starbucks.
Hey, he can’t be all bad if he likes that place.
And he’s wonderful. We
have got beyond the appearance stage. I
hope he proves to be as interesting in person as he is online and on the phone.
I hope….
Yeah,
the cathode rays have got to me. In
another lifetime I would never have done this.
But, heck, when you get to be my age, what do you have to lose?
