Bound By Fate
Lee Rush
ISBN 0-9774682-4-0

Contemporary BDSM
140 paperback pages
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Chapter Two

He had carried her to a big cyber bed and laid her on her
back, and then laying down beside her, he had gazed down at
her for a moment before speaking again.

"Gees, Kitten ... I've seriously wanted to do this for
months ... just plain fuck you."

Letting her actions speak instead of mere words, she
closed her eyes, imagining as she typed. With the words
exchanged between them she could almost feel each touch.

She had reached up and pulled him down into another
passionate kiss, pressing her body harder against him. He
had moved between her legs, quickly pressing his penis into
her. Through her raised state of excitement, she could almost
feel it. His kisses turned into biting, almost animalistic, his
tongue thrusting to meet hers, her hands reaching to grasp
his ass and hold him inside her. Her legs moved up to encircle
his waist, pulling herself up to equal his downward thrusts.

She whimpered at the bites, biting back as the passion grew
between them. Hands held and grasped tighter, nails scraped
across hot flesh, muscles tensed and hardened as they moved
together.

She closed her eyes again, blocking the words for a
moment, letting the sensations flow through her and she
could almost feel him throbbing, as if he were really there
with her. Her muscles clenched and relaxed around him as he
thrust deep. She moaned, he moaned. His hips thrusting
down, hers thrusting up. The muscles in his ass bunched
under her hands as he moved over her. Breath coming in
gasps, hearts pounding in rhythm, soft grunts filling the air as
their bodies slapped against each other. Panting, moaning
and groaning over and over as the words filled the screen.

Tears of joy and pleasure filled her eyes and began to slide
down her face on the screen as well as in real life. Her body
trembled under him, aching for release, aching for him to fill
her with his essence.

"Don't stop, Kitten ... not now ... keep going ... come on,
Kitten ... come on."

Finally, finally the explosion surged through her and her
hands dropped away from the keyboard, clutching at the edge
of the desk. It must have been the same for him because
there were no words for a moment or two. She was shaking
as she sat there, her face wet with tears, her body sated and
warm.

"Oh my God, Kitten. I'm thinking from the feel of things ...
I've found it all."

Several times after that first night, they had begun again,
but had been interrupted by life. They had not had much
chance to continue their cyber affair, but they had talked
about it and it was clear from those talks that they each
wanted more. It was almost two weeks later that they were
able to "play" again. That time the foreplay had led to a
different conclusion and she remembered that as well.

Their enforced wait had led to more of the heated passion
that had filled their talks. After the kissing and touching, the
hugging and caressing, he had murmured against her ear that
he simply wanted to take her ass. Another hissing of
acquiescence had found its way onto the screen in reply and
he had turned her onto her stomach on the cyber bed. Her
face was pressed into the pillow, her ass was in the air and he
was between her legs. She felt his breath as he leaned
forward and then he began biting at her ass cheeks while the
fingers of his right hand parted "her petals and entered her
garden of pleasure."

Her hands clutched at the sheets as she felt his hot mouth
on her, his tongue circling her anus. She pushed back to his
mouth and felt his tongue slip into her while his fingers
probed deeper into her vagina, reaching for her G-spot. She
reached back with one hand and caught his hair, holding him
tight against her. His tongue drilled into her relentlessly,
matching his fingers that twisted and turned in her dripping
sex. She turned her face into the pillow and screamed with
delight and pleasure as he continued to torment her. His
other hand found its way to her breasts, teasing the nipples,
pinching first one then the other, twisting them, scissoring
them between his fingertips. Her moans were louder and
louder, all capital letters on the screen before her. She was
almost panting again, her body singing to the tune he typed.
He stopped what he was doing long enough to whisper
again.

"Cum, Kitten ... cum for me again."

Then she was shaking harder, her hands barely able to
type the words.

His tongue and fingers drove her mad with the need to
finish completely and she gave herself into those feelings of
pure pleasure. Her hands cramped from gripping the sheets
tighter as she tumbled into the soaring sensation of bliss,
shaking even harder as he pressed his face a last time into
her ass, his tongue swirling one last time before letting her
go.

Her body collapsed on the sheets as he moved up beside
her and she turned her face from the pillow and smiled softly
at him. Her body still trembled from the pleasure he had
given her. He turned on his side and reached for her, looking
into her eyes as he pulled her against him, cuddling her as he
regained his breath. His hand cradled her head, his fingers
sliding into her hair. Her eyes closed at the gentle touch after
the passionate love making and she smiled as he kissed the
new tears from her eyes.

"I'm sorry ... I don't seem to be able to help the tears."

"They are tears of joy, Kitten."

She remembered then that there had been a series of
questions.

"What do you like in terms of bondage?"

She could feel the heat of the blush moving across her face
and down her chest as she answered him. Even online it was
a bit difficult for her to talk about such "wicked" things, but
she had come to know him. She could talk about anything
with him.

"Well, I've played a bit with that. My arms were tied over
my head and then I was tied to a bench once. I've seen
pictures of breasts being tied up but I don't think I would care
for that. I don't think they would look very good purple."

"Japanese rope tying," he had typed.

"I'm not sure that's what it's called, but I'll take your word
for that."

"No, I wouldn't want that either. Floggers?"

"With that other playing I did, there were paddles and
crops, but I don't recall a flogger."

"Can I shave you?"

"Yes."

"Then eat you?"

"Yes, please."

"Have you sit on my face?"

"Mmmmm, yesssss."

"Cum in my beard?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Stand over you and cum on you?"

"Yesssss."

"I think we will do okay, Kitten."

Then he had smiled that wickedly evil grin he always
mentioned and told her that he had to leave. There was some
business he had to take care of.

"Take care of yourself, my sweet slut. I'll try to be back
later this evening."

There followed more evenings of delight and learning and
she found herself rushing home from the nursing home and
through a late dinner just to be at the computer when he got
online. Then, one night everything changed between them.

Up until that time, they had talked about bdsm and he had
teased her with things he would do if they ever met in real
life. When he came online that night, the first words out of his
mouth were out of character for the way they had been
together.

"Where is my slut?!"

She hesitated for just a moment and then typed her
response.

"I am here, Master."

"Why are you not in the bedroom, on the bed with your
arms and legs spread for me?"

"I ... I didn't know that's where you wanted me, Master."

"Hhmmm ... you will need to learn to anticipate my
desires, my slut. Get in the bedroom now and prepare
yourself for me."

Typing the words across the screen as fast as she could,
she made her way to the bed that was always there for them.
She lay down and spread her arms and legs wide for him. She
was curious just what he had in store for her. The masterly
tone of his words made her shiver in apprehension and
excitement.

When he approached the bed, he was carrying silk scarves.
Before he did anything else, he had her raise her bottom off
the bed and he shoved a pillow under her, elevating her lower
half.

"These scarves are made of the finest silk from the Orient,
my slut. Soft, pliable and sensual to the touch, but also
woven to be strong enough to hold even the most reluctant
slut. Are you reluctant, my wanton woman?"

"No, Master, of course not. I would be foolish indeed to be
reluctant to fulfill any of your wishes."

His cool response was a brief nod and a wicked, evil grin.

She imagined the way his eyes crinkled in that grin.
She sat at the keyboard, watching the screen avidly,
waiting to see what came next, trembling with anticipation at
what he had in store for her. This was the first time they had
actually played at any type of bondage. Even here, online,
she was a bit nervous but still it excited her more than she
thought possible.

He used the scarves to tie her ankles to the foot of the
bed, and then her hands to the head of the bed, moving
slowly and deliberately to heighten the tension. She sat
before the computer screen, watching every movement of his
hands as she imagined each movement he described in the
text that moved across the screen. Each image burned into
her mind.

Even though this was only a cyber experience, it was new
and she felt as if she was putting herself completely in his
hands for the first time. Her heart was already beating hard
and she was breathing fast. He hadn't even described how he
would touch her, and yet it all felt so real to her. She couldn't
wait for him to type the words that would say where and how
his hands finally met her flesh.

After he was done tying her, he walked away from the bed
and came back carrying something in his hand, hidden behind
his back.

"Are you ready, my slut?"

"Yes, Master ... I'm ready for whatever you choose to do,
ready to please you in any way I can."

During these playing sessions, she could feel the need to
please him seeping into her soul. She had never been
particularly submissive, but with him she most definitely was.

It seemed to please him when he was in his "master mode"
and in truth; it seemed natural when she was with him. She
had played with others during her time online but she had
never felt this way with any of them.

His words flowed across the screen as he pulled a flogger
from behind his back and then swung it back and forth for her
to see.

"As you can see, my sweet slut ... this flogger has a very
intricately woven handle. What you see is silver kangaroo
leather braided with black kangaroo leather. There are forty
falls of the softest deerskin and I had it made in your favorite
color ... pale green. This flogger was made for you my slut
and will be used only to warm your skin."

Her heart beat even faster as he described it to her. She
had searched floggers on the internet the first time he
mentioned them to her. As he described it, she could see the
picture in her mind. She could see the long strands of soft
leather hanging down from the handle and swinging back and
forth as he moved his hand. She could imagine how it would
feel on her skin, and shivered as that thought went through
her mind.

He moved closer to the bed and then swung the flogger,
bringing the soft strands down over her breasts. She gasped
and jumped as much as the bindings would allow and he
chuckled softly in response.

"Are you jumping from the feel of it, Kitten, or the popping
noise it makes as it turns your flesh pink?"

She hadn't known about the popping sound, but now she
did and would respond to that as well. She knew that this
type of flogger was not the kind used to cause pain; that had
been on the same website as the picture she found. This was
a type to tease and redden the skin without giving a deep
burn.

By the time he had struck her several more times, she was
moaning and twitching under each stinging blow. He used the
flogger carefully, teasing both in the way he struck her and
then dragging it back across her reddened skin.

The imagined stinging and teasing had her aglow as she
sat at her computer, avidly reading his words of passion on
the screen. He "whipped" her for several minutes, alternating
between her breasts and thighs, with the tips of the deer hide
slapping against her shaved pussy, teasing her clit and
making it peek out more and more as it went on.

She was twitching and twisting under the onslaught and
breathing harder as she typed her responses. Then he
stepped away from the bed and she whined softly at the
computer as she wondered what he was doing, leaving her
like that and walking away. Then he came back with a box in
his hand.