“OOOOHH, YES SIR! Oh give it to me good, master Billy! Oh sir, I’m going to cum! OH, OH, OOOOOOHHH!! Oh sir, that was the best! You’re such a virile, strong man, master Billy. You really know how to give it to a young helpless girl like me. Can you come give me your expert love more often? I need it almost every day like that sir. I don’t want no other man but you! Can you move here, so I can be your slave, and be here for you, bound and ready to serve you at a moment’s notice every day?” Janie was asking her newest cyber-sex customer.



“Of course”, he replied the same as they all did, “Why of course, Janie. Being independantly wellthy, and free of all day to day problens, I see coming to live in your home town, and being your full-time Master a genine posibillity. Where do you live? I will have the movers notifyied immedately. I will tell them move the most nec. of my belogings from my Summer estat, so I can move in rite away. They can work on moving other things later. Then, we can be togeter without delay. What’s that adress, baby?”



“This one spells as well as the others, too”, she muttered under her breath. “Oh that would be my dream come true. We will live happy ever after, and I will be your full-time sex toy. I live in…” Janie stopped composing her chat line, which was how she made her living, and thought about what town she’d like to be from, this time. “I live in Enid, Oklahoma. Can you come live with me in Enid”? she asked, looking at a Mapquest window in the corner of her screen and picking the most out of the way place she could see on that map. Of course, he said he absolutely could, and would get right on it. Moving there, that is.



And on and on it went for Janie, one after the other, for 6 hours a day. It wasn’t a bad business. She’d paid very little, relatively speaking, for the necessary licenses, equipment, and so on, to set up her own online business, and now she was working it as hard as she could. She hoped that by this time next year, she would have enough clients built up, that she could hire someone else to do the writing, and she could concentrate on just the call-ins. But ‘from scratch’ is where she was right now. She had to do it all herself. She’d gotten pretty talented at multi-tasking in a hurry. She actually was one of the best little cyber-sex BDSM slave professionals out there, and word was getting around. She was overwhelmed with hits to her chat line, and phone line at the same time. Sometimes, there were 20 or 30 waiting to text-chat, like the little hill-Billy she’d just been chatting with (“what a goof ball”), and there would be 10 more wanting her attention on the phone. Her smartest investment was turning out to be a little message recorder devise that put incoming calls on hold. It reassured each caller that their call was so important to her, and Janie would get to him as soon as humanly possible, “sir master.”



Of course, the real trick to this game was knowing how to spot a ‘ringer’, and go for the big prizes. When a visitor to one of the designated BDSM dating websites came on, a pop-up window in the corner of the screen showed the person Janie’s photo, and offered to chat with him ‘live, and in person’. When he clicked on her balloon, he was given the choice of chatting over email, or for an extra fee, he could talk with her over the phone, and have a real date with a real submissive for a bondage, and/or other fantasy-realizing, chance-of-a-lifetime encounter. Most opted to chat over email, like the hillbilly who couldn’t spell worth a shit that she’d just finished stroking for half an hour. If he really enjoyed his date with her, he could ‘favorite’ her, for easy repeat dates in the future. And Janie had thought it wise to install another offer to her site. If a visitor really really liked her, he could contribute extra money to help support her, just like a real ‘sugar daddy.’ No one ever actually opted to throw extra money her way, but there was always the chance someone would, so why not ask?



But, this shift was over, and she was tired, and ready for dinner and a little alone time. So, after her ‘date’ with the hill-Billy, ‘master Billy’, she closed her window, and turned off her computer. She then turned off the light to her office, and walked out of it, and straight into her kitchen to get something she could nuke real quick to eat, have a cigarette, some coffee, and relax in front of the TV for an hour before bed. Just a normal working girl, she was. And as always, as she tried to relax, and put work behind her for the night, thoughts of her lastest ‘date’ filled her memory. This was really not to her liking, usually, but she just couldn’t help re-thinking her last ‘date’, and how it went. This time, she chuckled to herself, “Wonder how old Billy is doing? Think he’s on his way to Enid?” she laughed to herself.



Next day, Margaret Jenkins got up bright and early at Noon. She fixed herself some coffee, lit a cig, and walked into her office, and fired up her pc. It would go through a short process of securing all the necessary features designed to keep hackers, and other malicious ne’er-do-wells out of her system. Then, she could go online whenever she felt like it. Usually she started at about 4:00 PM, and finished around 10:00 at night. She could work 16 hours a day if she wanted to, but she knew better than to try that. She had a hard enough time not getting burned out after 6 hours a day of non-stop bullshit. She figured she belonged in the Army, because ‘Janie’ “went through more bullshit by 9:00 PM, than most people encountered in a week,” she laughed to herself. Why she’d chosen the alias ‘Janie’ was anybody’s guess. It sounded like a perky little name to call herself online, so she stuck with it.



Margaret was just about to head to her office and start her shift, when she heard a noise at her back door. It didn’t really scare her or anything. It was just that she lived alone out in the country, and had never gotten used to all the creatures that wandered up to her porch, and she didn’t want it to be another damn raccoon trying to find a way into her house. If it was, she’d shoo him away, but quick. When she got to the door, which was almost all glass, she looked out, but didn’t see anything except a bare porch, and her lawn behind it. She guessed it was just the wind, and turned to go get to work.



As she turned to go to her office, a large hairy hand came across her mouth, and pulled her backward. Before she could react to this surprise, another hand grabbed both her hands and yanked them behind her back. A couple of ratchet clicks later, and she was handcuffed and helpless, a captive of someone. She was breathless. By the time she had a chance to take a breath, and scream for help, her attacker produced a ball gag, and stuffed it into her open, traumatized mouth, strapping and padlocking it behind her head. Next, still without a word being said, she was pushed over to a chair, where the strong assailant made her stand on her knees, and quickly handcuffed her ankles. But, he wasn’t done. While she was immobilized in the chair, he took the time to buckle a collar around her neck, and with a strand of rope, tied her elbows behind her back so tightly that her forearms were now practically welded together. Margaret Jenkins was quickly becoming, against her will, everything ‘Janie’ became willingly for 6 hours a day. And before she could even think about moving from the chair, this very large, muscular invader attached a leash to the O-ring in front of her collar, and lashed it to the chair back that she presently leaned against. Margaret was now, for all practical purposes, just who she portrayed herself to be online, sex-slave Janie.



Working out of her own home afforded Margaret certain perks that just weren’t available to anyone who worked at a real office in town. One of those perks was now a bit of an extra problem for her. She didn’t like walking around her house totally naked, but she did like being utterly comfortable. The sheer, silky night shirt she was wearing, that she didn’t ever bother to button, was the only thing she wore, and it was now adding to the danger of her predicament. The big man that had now fully captured and subdued her, now took a few steps back to review his handiwork. All he could say, the only thing he did say after being in her presence for over half an hour was, “Wow! What a body!!” Then, he looked her up and down, over and over, and his eyes got bigger and bigger. She was indeed a sight for lustful eyes, and was presently on full display for this filthy intruder. “Those are some nice tits, babe. Slim waist, gorgeous, round, firm ass and legs. But the thing I like best is probably that fresh shaved pussy. We’re gonna have us a time, girlfriend! Margaret, or maybe I should call you Janie, we are gonna have us a time, you can bet on that.”



The reality of what was transpiring was gradually seeping into ‘Janie’s’ brain. Her home had been broken into by someone who, incomprehensibly, knew both her real and online name. “How is that possible?” she wondered. Nobody knew her alias AND her real name. “Who is this guy!?” Never mind. The real problem was that this guy knew what she talked about online, and he was fast making it reality for her, and mostly for himself. She exclaimed, “Please sir, let me go!” But all either of them heard was a muffled moan through that tight ball gag, and the only effect it had was to cause drool to start flowing out of the corners of her mouth, and fall cold onto her bare breasts. The shock of that cold spit hitting her tits made her look down with a start. Her reaction of beginning to cry about getting spit on herself, was translated a totally different way by her captor. He saw her look down, as if it had just occurred to her that she was naked, and then begin to cry and whimper about it. It excited him. He got very erect.



Looking up, Janie couldn’t help noticing the bulge poking out from under his Levi’s. She moaned, “Oh no!” But he perceived it as, “Wow, you’ve got a nice cock!” He smiled a big smile, looked down at himself, back up at her, grabbed his crotch with one hand and pointed a finger at Janie. Shaking it at her, he said, “Now look at what you’ve gone and did. You know who I am?” Of course, she didn’t, but she was dying to learn, almost as much as she was dying to be set free from those inescapable hand and ankle cuffs, and everything else that held her fast in the chair, displaying, for this burglar’s visual pleasure her entire naked little body.



She was without doubt, a hottie. At 5’2”, 102 pounds, she was a petite little bombshell. She probably got into this line of work because men constantly reminded her how desirable she was to them. She found a way to safely harness that allure for her own gain, and took it. Safe that is, until now. Now, she was a strange intruder’s naked, bound, helpless, squirming, moaning little sex toy. “No, who the hell are you!?” she was dying to ask, if only she wasn’t gagged.



“I’m Billy. We ‘dated’ last night, you remember? You asked me to come be your master. You lied and said you lived in Enid, Oklahoma. Why hell, you live right here in my own town, girl! How long you lived in good old Jackson, Mississippi? Anyway, you need to be more careful when you set up a website. You know that little link that lets some joker give you extra ‘sugar daddy’ money? Well, for a bit of a computer wiz like me, it wasn’t too hard to trace where that money went. I found your bank, then your account number, your real name and address, and well, here I am, sugar! Daddy’s home! Meet your new sugar daddy, master Billy. Ta Da! Now, what say we get down to doin’ some of them things we talked about last night online, hmmm?”



Janie was mortified, awestruck, angry with herself for being greedy, which was why she added that link in the first place, and scared. What had they talked about doing, last night? She didn’t remember, but she was pretty damn certain it involved her being bound, naked, helpless, and ready to serve and please her master. Well, it looked to her like she was off to a great start.



“Let’s get you outa that chair, and somewhere you can be of more use ta me, darlin’. How ‘bout this coffee table here?” Billy said. He led her by her leash over to the coffee table in her living room. He had to be patient, or pick her up and carry her. She could only take baby steps with her ankles in leg irons. But, he let her walk. He thoroughly enjoyed the show. “My my! Don’t you have a delicious lookin’ little ass?!” he exclaimed, then gave her a good firm swat on her bare behind. She jumped, and squealed; something that delighted Billy a great deal. “Do that again.” He swatted her again, only harder this time. She made the same squeal, and jumped with a jolt.



Eventually, she made it over to the coffee table, with Billy holding tight to her leash. He wasn’t worried about this little sex-pistol getting away. He just enjoyed the feeling of being in absolute, total control of her. While she made her way to the table, he reached out and tweaked one of her already hardened nipples. “Man, that’s nice”, he said, while rolling the hard nub between his thumb and forefinger. He was a very large, muscular man, about twice her size, and a foot or so taller. When he put one of his hands behind her head, his fingers and thumb could cover both her ears. She was every bit his captive play-toy, and he was getting more turned on all the time, watching her shuffle slowly over to where he planned to have no small amount of fun with her.



He made her sit on one end of the 4 foot long table, that stood about 2 feet off the ground. It was plenty sturdy, with thick wooden legs at each corner. The best part about it, he thought, was that it had a glass top. When she laid on it, he could view her sweet, firm ass from underneath whenever he liked. Now, he reached in the duffle bag he had brought along, and pulled out some more cotton cord. He secured her feet to the end of the table with this piece of rope. Then, he reached in his pocket, and pulled out a key. He unfastened one of the handcuffs from her wrist, and untied the elbow rope. Now, he laid her on her back, and pulled her weak little arms underneath the heavy piece of furniture, and re-cuffed her hands. Then, another piece of rope fastened wrists to ankles. He stepped back, and looked. “No, that’s not what I want”, he said, and unfastened her feet from the cuffs.



More rope later, he had what he liked. Her legs were spread apart, with knees turned under, and ankles roped together, and to her wrists. This position made her pussy more open, which he figured it needed to be, or he’d have a hard time getting his massive cock inside her. Then, he stripped. Janie’s eyes got big. She moaned in amazement. His cock was enormous. She had seen such before, on a horse, but not on a human being. The length AND breadth were not to be believed. She squirmed and writhed in a panic. For the first time, she genuinely made an honest effort to get free.



The very thought of that massive thing being thrust inside her tiny, ever dampening pussy was an orgasmic experience in itself. She thought she might cum before he ever got it any nearer to her. She didn’t have to tell him she was thrilled about it. She was quite well gagged, and she didn’t have to reveal her true thoughts about anything right now. She had no way of escape, no way to cry for help, and this beast of a man was about to give her the fucking she’d only dreamt about till now. Let him think she was opposed to it. She didn’t care what he thought about anything. She just squirmed and wiggled, moaned and squealed, and waited for the inevitable, gladly (shhhh). But first, he had other ideas, and she was about to learn what they were.



Billy straddled the table, and stood over her head. When she looked up, all she could see was enormous man meat, and two big balls. He bent over and reached around to the back of her head, unfastening the ball gag, and pulling it out of her sore mouth. “Thank you for un-gagging me, sir. I promise I’ll…”Shhh, quiet”, he interrupted. “Open your mouth, Janie. You need a good face-fucking first.” And with that, he tilted her head up and pointed his rod toward her mouth. He went slow, letting her get used to the size, and how it stretched her mouth wide open, even wider than the gag had stretched her. Little by little, he pulled her head toward him, and thrust his throbbing boner into her mouth with patience, but unrelenting determination. Only when she showed she was about to start gagging, did he stop pushing it in. She had taken 3/4ths of it. That was good, in his book. Most women could only take about half. He was proud of her, and felt a certain compassion that he hadn’t, till now.



He didn’t cum, but eventually pulled his raging hard-on back out of her still-gaping mouth, and positioned himself at her pussy. With the same determined patience, he eventually managed to get it all into her canal. He must have stroked her clit, and her g-spot at the same time, because she came with a buck, and a jolt, and a scream he hadn’t heard in a while. In fact, she came about 6 times. Then, it was his turn. He increased the speed of his thrusting, and the depth of each stroke, until his orgasm shot through his body with such a volcanic eruption, he did something he didn’t usually do, he yelled out loud. AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!, which made her react with the same intensity, and she came again, along with him. Twice!



They were both thoroughly spent. Billy would have squashed her if he had lain on top of her on the table, so he rolled off her, eventually, and laid on the adjoining couch, leaving her bound to the table. After an hour nap, he released her, and she joined him on the couch, snuggling up to him, as he put his big arms around her tiny, very satisfied, and tired body.



“You’re awful trusting, little Janie”, Billy finally said, “why the change?” She thought for a moment. “You untied me, Billy. You’re not holding me hostage, or prisoner, or ‘captive anything’. I could have gotten up, and gone and called the police. But what would I tell them? Sure, you broke and entered. But then, the only thing you did tonight, was the exact same thing that I told you last night that I wanted you to do to me. And, am I going to lie, and say I didn’t cum 10 or 12 times tonight while you manhandled me? You could show them the transcript of our conversations from last night. Are they going to believe that you did anything to me that was really against my will? I don’t think so”, Janie said confidently. Then, she put her arms around Billy, kissed him deeply, and then tilted her head meekly, pouted, and asked, “Could you maybe come back, through the front door this Saturday night? I’ll make dinner, and we can do a little more master/slave exploring. Would you like that?” Billy just nodded, yes.



“Will you also do one other thing for me?” Janie asked, “Will you fix the broken latch on my back door?” She laughed. They both laughed. “You know, in the professional world, such an occurrence as this, has a name. You know what it is”, Billy asked. “No. What?” Janie replied. “This was your BIG day.” They both laughed again.



“But seriously Janie, my new ‘reality’ sex slave, you should check your account balance whenever you have time, and see what a nice BIG sugar daddy I was for you, last night.” Janie looked astonished, then draped her arms around Billy and kissed him even more deeply. Then she said, “You came nice and hard in my tight wet pussy. Think you can repeat that, in my big hungry mouth?” Then, she slithered down his reclined, bare physique, and found what she was there for. “May I, master?” she asked with a pout. He was in a stupor, and just nodded, YES!!