CyberMaster: Hello, sub_lime. What do you look like?
sub_lime: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high
heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are
36-24-36. What do you look like?
CyberMaster: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have
on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart. I'm also
wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from
dinner...it smells funny. Ohh and I have one of those stick things. A
crop, I think.
sub_lime: I'm feeling very submissive. I want you. Would you like to screw me?
sub_lime: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the
stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up
into your eyes, smiling. I get on my knees for you. My hand works its
way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
CyberMaster: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat. I dropped my stick er..crop.
sub_lime: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
CyberMaster: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.
sub_lime: I'm moaning softly.
CyberMaster: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
sub_lime: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk
slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and
CyberMaster: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a
hole in your blouse. I'm sorry. I'm looking for that stick thing.
sub_lime: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive. And your "crop"
is right here.
CyberMaster: I'll pay for it. I'm taking back my crop stick.
sub_lime: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My
soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breathe harder and harder.
CyberMaster: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's
stuck. Do you have any scissors?
sub_lime: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back,
undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my
breast. My nipples are erect for you.
CyberMaster: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting
the clasp. I dropped that thing again.
sub_lime: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your
tongue all over me.
CyberMaster: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know,
breasts. They're neat! I should have brought some handcuffs.
sub_lime: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm
nibbling your ear.
CyberMaster: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and
CyberMaster: I'm so sorry; Really.
sub_lime: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of
CyberMaster: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with
a plop. I look down. I found my crop.
sub_lime: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your
hard tool. Are you sure you are really a dom?
CyberMaster: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
I think so. Look at my nickname.
sub_lime: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
CyberMaster: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over,
in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.
sub_lime: What's the matter?
CyberMaster: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
sub_lime: Are you OK?
CyberMaster: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red. I lost my crop again.
sub_lime: Can I help?
CyberMaster: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling
through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your
sub_lime: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
CyberMaster: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
sub_lime: Come back to me, lover. I'm really feeling submissive.
CyberMaster: I'm washing the cup now.
sub_lime: I'm on the bed arching for you. And I found your crop and the handcuffs.
CyberMaster: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the
cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's
dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom? What handcuffs?
sub_lime: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
CyberMaster: I found it. What handcuffs?
sub_lime: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so
badly. The handcuffs you wished you had...I found them.
CyberMaster: Me too but I didn't bring handcuffs, only a stick.
sub_lime: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately - our naked
bodies pressing against each other. Forget the damned handcuffs then.
CyberMaster: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts. I'm
hitting you with my crop to get you off me.
Sweetheart Why don't you take off your glasses? Oh, I like that part. Hit me
again and use the handcuffs.
CyberMaster: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the
glasses on the night table next to the handcuffs. So that's where they were.
sub_lime: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby! Let me feel that crop.
CyberMaster: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room
and toward the bathroom. I tripped over the crop and dropped the handcuffs.
sub_lime: Hurry back, lover.
CyberMaster: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for
the toilet. I lift the lid.
sub_lime: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
CyberMaster: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle,
but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
sub_lime: What's the matter now?
CyberMaster: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper.
Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
sub_lime: Mmm, yes. Come on.
sub_lime: Now what?
CyberMaster: I found the crop. My toe is broken.
CyberMaster: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in
your...you know...woman's thing.
sub_lime: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
CyberMaster: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss
your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.
sub_lime: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand
it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
CyberMaster: I'm flaccid.
CyberMaster: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
sub_lime: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look
on my face.
CyberMaster: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my wiener's all
floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.
sub_lime: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my
underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
CyberMaster: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table.
I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray,
picture frames and your candles.
sub_lime: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
CyberMaster: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One
of your candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm
pointing at it, a shocked look on my face. I'm beating it with my crop.
sub_lime: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
CyberMaster: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!