This is a new story. I wanted to do a one shot for fun. Again, it's late, and it's not as proofed as I would like it to be. As always, while I have a wife, I'm still a boy, so if I get anything wrong about girls anatomy or psychology, I'm truly sorry.
I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading.
Analogue by Kerrathul
“Yes Master...”, Karen typed into her computer. “You want me to tie myself spread out on my bed, gag myself, blindfold myself, and tape a vibrator hard against my clit so you can watch me cum over and over on the webcam. May I begin for you, please?”
She placed her hands behind her back and nervously waited as the cursor blinked on her chat window. She'd been subbing online to Mr. Hitorre, a Japanese Dom for a few weeks now. Bright fluorescent lights from the ceiling lit the 14' x 6' space that was her private bed room in her dorm unit. Her drapes pulled entirely shut, she was alone with her Master. While the webcam recorded her every move, she gazed back on the screen at His kabuki masked face. Per His instructions, she sat bolt upright, her young and firm tits displayed as prominently as possible to the camera, in a kneeling asian secretary's posture chair that she had purchased on His orders. When not typing a response to one of His requests, she sat with her arms behind her back, displaying herself for His pleasure.
Her nineteen year old naked flesh shivered with goosebumps as the cool air of her dorm room teased her nipples erect. She had been masturbating on what He called the 'High Desire' schedule for three weeks, recording each orgasm diligently for His viewing. Each day He would chose the method and duration, as well as the number of orgasms she had to achieve before stopping. The variety was fascinating, and it was clear He knew her body even better than she did. After the first week, her sex stayed in a continuous state of wanton, throbbing and wet, desperate for the next broadcasted session to Him. However, for the last seven days He had told her abstain from cumming. Each night, Karen was told to display herself to Him and use the vibrator and dildo to bring herself close to orgasm, but stop before she had finished. He would then have her beg for the remainder of their session for release, saying that if He was pleased with her begging that He would allow her to cum. Each day He denied her that release, and each day He doubled the amount of time she had to hold herself close to orgasm. Finally, when He had commanded her to bring herself close to orgasm over and over for nearly two hours, she began to cry, desperately asking what she had done wrong to deserve this frustration from Him. Satisfied that He had finally cracked her and brought her to what He called a truly submissive state, He promised that tonight she would be ready for release.
“May you begin? No.”, Mr. Hitorre typed back. “Silly, desperate girl! How will you know when to stop if you are blindfolded, gagged, and tied down? Just how wet is my little pussy? You can clearly only think about release.”
“your slut is sorry Master.”, she typed back, red in the face. “your pussy is need it so badly, Sir. It's dripping down my legs just reading your orders... please...”
“No begging yet little one.” quickly flashed across the screen. Karen's hands immediately moved behind her back and she pushed her chest out as far as she could. She intentionally put Mr. Hitorre's chat window near the bottom of the screen and the webcam on top of the screen so it appeared to Him as if she was always looking down out of respect.
“I have bought you a small gift, in a package that was delivered to your dorm room just this morning. The box is just outside your door. You will go retrieve it and place it on your desk.”
Karen nodded with excitement. A present, all the way from Japan! Karen eagerly began to stand up when another message popped up on her screen.
“By the way Karen, I meant it was outside the door to your dorm building, under the UPS package drop box. You are not allowed to dress. If you are not back in ten minutes, you will not be allowed to cum tonight. You should hurry, I know my little pussy needs the attention. Please, don't let me down...”
'Fuck!', Karen thought. Karen's dorm room was on the seventh floor of a seven story building with a secure front desk that always had a student checking IDs. Her eyes quickly glanced to the bottom right-hand corner of the screen at the clock. It was exactly 3:00 AM, no one would be downstairs except whoever was manning the desk. Somehow, she'd have to get past them unnoticed and get to the UPS dropbox outside the building. She grabbed her ID off her desk and bolted out of her room quickly, but quietly. Even though she had her own bedroom, the entire dorm room was made up of four private bedrooms and a shared living room. Her roommates were all listed as 'non-smokers', which was a college keyword for 'mind your own business and go to sleep on time'.
'Or at least, pretended to be asleep while submitting to masked Japanese men online. ', Karen mused to herself. As she reached the main door to her dorm room, she took a deep breath and exited into the long hallway that led to the elevator stack. She felt a cool draft over her sex and realized that her shaved pussy was soaking, she considered the reality of her situation for an moment and suddenly felt her arms trying to cover her nakedness.
Karen pushed these fears away: 'No, I have to do this without thinking... just getting downstairs is going to take two minutes each way with these slow fucking elevators....' She took off in a jog, barefoot down the hall, the carpeted concrete floor absorbing the blows of her light frame silently. The elevator was at the center of a T junction of three hallways, each hallway with about 20 dorm rooms. As she approached the elevators, the light suddenly dinged on the far right one, indicating someone was about to exit the elevator. Faster than lightning, she quickly ducked into the doorway of the center elevator, gasping for air as her bare flesh pressed against the cold steel. Karen just prayed that whoever was in there would exit and go straight or left out of the elevator. This way, if they didn't look back, she might be able to sneak into the elevator.
A tired half drunk freshman girl stumbled out of the elevator and began to go down the left hallway, but then weaved and went straight ahead. As Karen attempted to slip into the elevator that the drunk girl just existed, the drunk girl tripped over her feet and fell to the ground laughing. Karen moved silently into the elevator as fast as possible, trying to hide on the side of the elevator with the buttons. The drunk brunette looked up from the floor at the walls in a stupor.
“Damn it!”, the drunk girl muttered loudly looking at the floor decorations. “This is fuuukin' seven... I'm on four... hahaha... well, the buttons look kinda the same... hey... hold the elevator!!”
'Shit!', Karen's mind raced. 'Had she seen me? I don't have time for this shit!' Karen jabbed the elevator button for Lobby and tapped the Close Door button as fast as possible. The doors began the close but the girl was on her feet.
“Hey! Wha... are you naked? Hey!”, the girl stumbled towards the elevator. “You can't be naked, I'm not naked! That's not --- fu!”, She fell again backwards away from the elevator, as the doors came to a close.
The elevator started going down with a whir. At this hour, pretty much everyone is coming in from a late night, so the chances of it stopping on the way down were very minimal. Karen's mind raced around the impossibility of getting both out and in the building without being seen by someone else. The elevators would open on the lobby right behind the security desk where some poor freshman was making minimum wage sat. Their primary job was to make sure the drug dealers couldn't just walk right in.
'Which is pointless', Karen thought flippantly to herself. 'People just let them in through the laundry ro- FUCK!' Karens finger jabbed the 2 button as hard as she could not knowing where she was. The elevator lurched suddenly, but came to a halt on the second floor rather than the Lobby. Karen exited the elevator and ran left down the hallway, not looking back. There was another external exit out the laundry room on the ground floor, but it was possible to get to the laundry room by way of the stairs at the end of the hall. With any luck, she can go down the stairwell and get into the laundry room without the front desk attendant even blinking. Racing down the stairs, she reached the lower landing and she peered out of the diamond wire pattern in the window of the stairwell door. Down the hall she could barely make out the black haired freshman reading something under the lip of the front receptionist desk's front counter. Carefully, Karen slowly pressed in the big silver bar that opened the stairwell door and started to sneak down the hallway towards the first door on the right, which led to the laundry room.
As she reached the laundry room door, she knew she'd just have to go for it. She didn't have time to both be swift enough that the front desk person didn't see her and check the laundry room for late night washers. She was just going to have to rely on the laziness of college students. She opened the laundry room door, opened it and spun her naked body inside in one swift movement, her blonde hair a flourish. She carefully pushed the door shut silently.
There was no one inside the laundry room, but it was lit up like New Years and the giant glass external facing security door was the last obstacle between her and the UPS box that stood outside. She ducked behind a washing machine and peered out into the night. Because all the washing machines were white, most of what she saw was a reflection of the machines in the glass, but from what she could see outside, it was deserted. The clock on the wall read 3:03 AM, less than seven minutes to go...
Biting her lip, she moved forward towards the glass door and pushed her way through it into the warm summer's night. Once through, she immediately turned left towards a dark area that was not lit very well by the building lights and crouched by the brick wall. The UPS box was bolted to the ground on the left hand side of the entryway area, about 100 feet from where she ducked near the bushes by the laundry entrance. Underneath the UPS drop box, she could make out a pink box resting underneath it inconspicuously. It seemed possible that she could make it to the box while staying mostly in the dark and without walking into the well illuminated entryway with the huge glass doors leading to the lobby. But she knew she'd have to walk into the light anyway. People let drug dealers in through the laundry room door by opening it from the inside. When the laundry room door came to a shut behind her, the magnetic locks kicked in and now her only way back in the building was straight through the front door.
'One step at a time girl... let's just get the box first... He would be proud of just that... even if the campus police see us and we get in trouble... we made it to the box....'. Ducking under the windows that lined the wall, Karen moved swiftly towards the box in a crab walk. While she felt that she was difficult to see, it was actually quite easy to see make out her white/pink flesh against the dark brick facade of the building. Once she reached the package, she snatched it from under the metal box and hugged it eagerly to her body. 'Are there clothes in here I wonder?' Karen thought, gripping her student ID tightly, she held it up to the tape of the box. 'No! Wait... He said I have to put the box on my desk... not to open it!'
Karen clutched the box close to her breasts and peered around the UPS box through the floor to ceiling windows of the lobby. What she saw now astonished her, there was no one at the front desk. Behind the desk, the wall clock read 3:06, less than four minutes to get all the way back in her room. That meant going through a security door, an elevator ride, and getting back into her dorm room? It seemed impossible.
'No time to question providence, girl! We have to move... NOW!' She bolted up to the door and swiped her card through the reader. It blinked green and the doors quickly wafted open, the cool air-conditioned air hitting her skin in contrast to the warm night. She run through the lobby across the dirty tile and made it past the front desk with no one in site. She jammed her finger so hard into the up button that it almost bent backwards. Suddenly she heard voices down the left hallway from the desk.
“It's about time you came down, your shift started like seven fucking minutes ago...”, it was the dark haired boy, a freshman one year younger than her. Nice guy, she had said hello to him more than a few times over the semester. Karen pressed her body as hard as she could into the doorway of the closed elevator. She even turned and pressed her tits against the elevator door, trying to be as flat as possible.
“Yeah, yeah, your mom takes too long giving head. What the fuck, you left the desk?”, a blonde haired boy, she didn't know him. “It's my shift, you leave the desk, I get in trouble.”
Suddenly, the elevator dinged. Karen yelped, but spun as the door moved, diving inside.
“Hey! HEY! Your ID, let me see your student ID!” the blonde haired boy yelled.
“Heeeerre!” Karen cooed nervously as she waved the ID up and down out of the elevator door.
“Can you hold the elevator please?” the dark haired boy called. “I'm fucking tired, just make my night please”.
“Oh.. um... okaaay!”, Karen called back. Her mind raced, small beads of sweat started to form on her brow. The dark haired boy was coming... Craig? Bobby?... Maybe she had a plan for him... but 3:08, had to be 3:08 at least by now. What about Him?
The dark hair boy started to taunt the new desk attendant back, “Anything you want me to tell your mom while I'm pounding her ass upstairs? You ready to tell her that you're a fa-- whoa!”, Karen grabbed the dark haired boy by the shirt and yanked him into the elevator dropping the package and her student ID. She quickly pressed him against the wall and shoved her tongue as far as she could down his throat.
“Mmmrff! Fffmffmff!!”, the dark haired boy muffled under her demanding tongue. His hands up in the air as if he was being mugged of his oral virginity.
The blonde haired boy turned and looked at the naked ass of Karen as she grabbed the dark haired boy's hand and moved it up to her breast, one of her legs lifting slowly.
“What the fuck?”, the blonde haired boy muttered as one of Karen's other hand reached back and jabbed desperately for the 7 button on the panel. As the door shut on the unlikely kissers, the Blonde haired student rearranged his pants angrilly. He picked up the tired porno mag behind the desk and huffed“Fucking sorority bitches.”.
After the door shut, she groped wantonly at the dark haired boy's pants. “You saved my ass there... what's your name?”
“Uh... T- Tim. You're Karen right?”
“Right. Listen... I think we both know I'm not supposed to be naked out of my room... and I don't want any trouble. You're a sweet guy Tim.” Her lips dove into his again, her tongue mingling with his. His hand, trembling, lightly squeezed her left breast. As their lips parted, she moved to sucking his earlobe and whispered in his ear, “Can we just call it even?”
“... Karen... I think... I think I might actually owe you one now...”
The elevator dinged and Karen planted a quick peck on his cheek and winked staring into his eyes. “I think I may need it” She quickly collected her package and ID off the floor of the elevator as the door opened to the drunkest, most irate freshman bitch in the building.
“You!”, she slurred. “Why you leave me up here? I fell damn it! Comere... I wanna be naked too...”
Tim grabbed the inebriated girl by the waist and hugged her close, steadying her from another fall. “Ok, ok, Paula let's get you to your room.” Looking at Karen he muttered, “Yeah, OK, now maybe we are even.”
Karen winked at Tim and suddenly burst past the new couple down the hall her dorm room. Tim grinned as he watched her athletic form from behind. As her legs pounded down the hall, he saw brief flashes between her legs, catching glimpses of Karen's wet and tortured sex. As the doors shut he muttered, “Damn it... Now I owe her one again...”
Karen reached her dorm room door in a flourish and paused to open the door as quietly as possible, carefully shutting the door manually rather than letting the hydraulic piston slam it. She then slipped into her room, quick as a shade and placed the box down on her desk as her door closed. The time on the computer read 3:10 AM. Karen smiled and thrust her arms behind her back, proudly arching her back, displaying her secretly groped breasts to the camera.
“Very good... how did my little slut like her adventure? Meet anyone special?”, flashed on her monitor. Karen sat puzzled. Did Mr. Hitorre know? Or was just just asking in general...
“A friend helped me get back in the building in time, but no one else of importance.”
“Well, don't you want to see what's in the box? Open it.”
Obediently, Karen wiped some of the sweat off her brow, grabbed her student ID, and used the stiff card to cut through the shipping label that read “Leave underneath UPS box by dorm”. Inside the box, she rummaged through the packing peanuts until she pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs. She turned them over in her hands eying every detail of the gift. As she turned it over she noticed that, instead of a keyhole, there was a small digital screen and three buttons 'h', 'm', and 'rst'.
“These, my slut, are locking handcuffs for us to use that have a timer. For your trial, you will be gagged and blindfolded. You will tie your legs bent, with your ankles touching your upper thigh, and then tie your legs spread to the sides of your bed where you usually tie your feet. Rather than tie down your wrists as you usually do, I want you to tie your these handcuffs to the bed above your head, and set the release timer to one hour. You will the tie and tape the vibrator to your pussy with a length of rope around your waist. Stuff the dildo deep inside you, and insure it is held in by the same rope as the vibrator. Once this is done, turn the vibrator on low, and lock your hands in the cuffs. The timer will begin when they snap shut.”
“Yes Master, I will do as you command.”
“Karen, before you do this. I want to tell you that you have come a long way and I am proud of you. The Karen that started submitting to me over a month ago would have never have done what you just did. You exposed your naked body to the night and you succeeded in getting back in time. This hour is a gift for you to enjoy, and I want you to enjoy it as hard as you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master, I will do my best to please you with my moans and squirms.”
“Good, now... BEGIN!”
The trial was incredible. She mentally thanked the builder of the building for putting in good sound insulation between her bedroom and her roommates bedroom as she bucked and moaned for the camera. After the first pent up orgasm rocked her body, she arched hard against the vibrator causing the next ones to come like raindrops in spring. Mr. Hitorre definitely knew how to guide her body to the slut she had become, eagerly wiggling her hips to shift the vibrator up and down on her clit. The juices gushed forth out of her, soaking the bed.
When the handcuffs finally released her an hour later, her twitching sex was exhausted from stimulation. The clock on the wall read 4:25AM, around bedtime for her. The advantages of having afternoon courses. Karen grabbed a towel off of her dresser and padded dry the sweat from her face and breasts before wiping up the love juices from her legs and crotch.
Once she was done, Karen sat back down at her computer, looking at the document she had been writing. She mused a moment, starting at the wall and feeling the buzzing throb in her pussy, almost like she could still feel the vibe going... She sighed wistfully and typed:
MR. HITORRE: Very good my slut... Now you must rest, for greater trials await you under my guidance. No doubt your slutty body demands even more. Next week you will begin your usual masturbation schedule again immediately. I expect every time you touch my pussy to be broadcast to me.
ME: Yes, Master. This one lives to serve you with her body. Thank you for letting me touch myself again.
Karen admired her work for another moment, and then saved her transcript of Mr. Hitorre's conversation with herself in the folder that contained about forty others like it.
She glanced up at the image she had found, the image that had become her Mr. Hitorre. “Thank you so much Mr. Hitorre... you are... incredible...”, she whispered. After kissing the screen, she closed the image of the masked Japanese man.
Karen giggled and considered her run, “Oooo, I wonder if I could even make it to the park next time.“ With a yawn, Karen decided to shop a bit before falling asleep. She opened a browser and pointed it to her favorite BDSM store. “Now... what should you buy me next Mr. Hitorre... some nipple clamps at the very least...”.
