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The moment I saw her in front of the movie theater I knew she had once again fallowed though with her instructions. She wore a tight t-shirt with a school logo on it. It was probably one of the few she had left from her high school days as I knew she would only keep it for sentimental value. It didn't match the rest of her wardrobe but it served it's purpose. I could see though the shirt well enough to see she had no bra on and, if the way she nervously pulled on her knee length skirt was any indicator, she wasn't wearing panties either.
"I didn't even know you owned a skirt," I said.
"I wear it to church sometimes." She looked down again. Her hand kept tugging at the side of her skirt.
"It looks good on you."
"Really?" She looked up for the first time and brushed some hair behind her ear. I could see the slight flush on her face lessen a little.
"Are you ready?" Her eyes glazed a little as I asked the question and I knew what was on her mind. She must have been thinking of the wax.
When I had first handed down my punishment she had commented afterwards on how she had to pick at the wax to get it off. It had been carefully worked out between us that her punishment for dating someone else would be to share her humiliation with others first.
She tried over and over to put forth other suggestions and at one point even suggested a tattoo on her that would make her mine. I refused each offer and insisted on my original plan.
Geekongreek3 has entered the room.
Citizen23 has entered the room.
User1932 has entered the room.
Zero666 has entered the room.
HHSanne has entered the room.
Citizen23: I have invited each of you here after a careful screening process. Do not instant message Geekongreek3 in anyway. She has her IMs turned off. Do not disrespect my property. This is a special one time show and never expect to see it again.
Zero666: Ok
User1923: yea
HHSanne: Yes.
Citizen23: Accept the invites to view Geekongreek3.
I clicked on my window and was taken aback for a moment. I had expected the bikini. I even knew about the sun glasses she was wearing over her eyes. What I did not count on was how she had taken the initiative to write 'Citizen23's Slut' just above her breasts.
HHSanne: Hot babe.
Zero666: Is this really free?
Zero666: I'd pay for just this picture.
Citizen23: It's her punishment.
User1923: I almost came.
Geekongreek3: Thank you, this slut does not deserve such praise.
Citizen23: Continue.
The image was jerky when she moved off screen. When she came back it was with a thick red wax candle. The top flickered with life and I could see a healthy amount of melted wax already built up.
User1923: Seriously. I am so close.
I saw his icon picture change as he switched on his camera. I booted him a moment later.
Citizen23: This is her punishment. Do not turn on your own cameras.
HHSanne: Ok hun
Zero666: Im too poor for a camera.
Citizen23: Good.
My attention was drawn back to the box as she had continued her little show with out much attention paid to the room. I heard her first as the wax dropped onto her bare stomach. I grinned and sat back into my chair. She had gone all out in hooking up her mic as well. She always exceeded my expectations.
HHSanne: Thats it love. Let it out.
Zero666: That is so hot! Are you burnt?
Citizen23: A little wax won't kill her.
HHSanne: That looks like a lot of wax.
I knew exactly what she was talking about. I could hear the loud moan. It sounded a mixture of pleasure and pain as the rivulets of wax reached fresh skin. Her pudgy features were never hotter than when her mouth puckered up to quickly pull air into her lungs as she experienced the pain.
Citizen23: Would it make you stop watching?
HHSanne: You know better than to ask that hun.
Zero666: Is she going to take her top off?
Before I could answer my lovely little slave had already taken her performance to the next level. She arched in her chair and we could all see her hand pull on her bikini bottom. She pulled it up just enough to let the stream of melted wax pour out of the tipped candle and into the hidden abyss that covered her sex. The mic's volume flared into the red as I heard her almost howl from the new level of pain. Before my eyes, and that of several others, I watched as she moved the candle side to side, covering more of her hidden regions.
HHSanne: oh my god!
Zero666: You go girl!
HHSanne: Im ready to pay money now.
Zero666: Me too.
I closed down the room. That was her signal to cut the video feed. A few more moments passed by before I saw her sit back down and turn off the cam. A second latter a message window popped up on my desktop.
Geekongreek3: Did they like it?
Citizen23: Everyone liked it. You did very well. Not much of a punishment from the looks of it.
Geekongreek3: Maybe you'll just have to give me another one. I swear I'll have to use a tooth pick to get this wax off.
Citizen23: I have one in mind. It involves your little date.
Now at the theaters I could tell her nipples were waxed. The lack of a bra should have showed some kind of nipple poking though even in the warmest of weather but the lack of one reassured me that she had been obedient once again.
"How can you even say that?" She slammed her hands down on the table hard enough to give her breast a small shake.
"What do you mean? Final Fantasy 7 isn't the best game of all time. Tetris is. It is so easy to say FF7 is great but it isn't," I leaned forward and took a sip from my soda.
"How is Tetris so much better?" She crossed her arms and tapped her foot under the table as she waited.
"It's like the bible of gaming. Everyone's played it. Even non gamers will admit to losing themselves for hours on their cell phone while playing a game of Tetris."
"So it's better than FF7 how?" She was smiling now. I knew I was winning her over.
"It's just simply the greatest game of all time. No one gives the game it's dues. It proves that game play is the most important part of gaming." I finished my drink and checked my watch.
"Is it time?" she asked.
"Are you going to admit my game is better?"
She sighed. "Ok."
She bought the popcorn.
The popcorn was great. I was had chosen the theater specifically for the style which they served the food. The greasy paper bag sat between her legs as we each took turns getting a hand full of the filler meal. I waited carefully not to eat to much. What I wanted was at the bottom of the bag.
"You keep up that pace and I'll have to get us a refill before the trailers are over" I said leaning over into her ear. I could see the faintest smile cross her lips.
"You try supporting breasts this big. It's a full time job," she said.
"I'd take you up on that offer but I don't know you that well." That earned me a slap on my arm. It stung and I might have deserved it. I was lying. I knew her much better than she could guess.
I knew a few things about her that made my next grab at food more of a quiet molestation than a bid to fill my belly. I knew I had found the right spot when her legs instantly closed around my hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed.
I looked innocently at her.
"Getting popcorn. Stingy with the last bits?" I moved my hand around again. I knew that though the thin bag and skirt that I was rubbing directly along her slit.
“I’m stingy with my bits!” One guy turned in his seat to look back at her. She flashed him a scowl.
“Calm down. It’ll keep your panties from getting twisted.” I said jokingly. I wanted to play the innocent guy just a little while longer.
“I don’t have panties!” This time most of the row in front of us turned to look at her. She lowered her voice and looked down then leaned into my ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Geekongreek3: What happens when he finds out?
Citizen23: You tell him.
Geekongreek3: What should I say?
Citizen23: Don’t explain a thing.
Geekongreek3: He’s going to think I am some sex crazed slut.
Citizen23: You’re not? This date was your idea not mine. I am sure you can cope.
Geekongreek3: I don’t date and I don’t want to come off that way to this guy. He’s nice. This slut would feel better if she could at least wear panties.
Citizen23: No.
Citizen23: And one more thing.
Geekongreek3: What is it Master?
“None at all? That’s hot,” I said. I had to use a little extra force to remove my hand and popped the last piece of popcorn into my mouth. By this time the movie had started and most of the onlookers had turned back to the screen. I watched the movie for a bit before leaning over to speak into her ear. “I don’t believe you.”
“What?” I don’t know if she heard me or was questioning my last statement. I placed a hand on her knee and turned a little in my chair.
“I don’t believe you. You are too straight laced to go in so little.” I looked into her eyes and caught the momentary flush of her cheeks even in the dark room.
“I might surprise you,” she said.
“Like this?” I reached an arm around her shoulders and tickled her under her arm. She squirmed in her seat and in doing so opened her legs a bit. She was trying to hard to stay quiet to stop my hand from sliding up from her knee to between her legs. I stopped my tickling in time to hear the sharp intake of air as my hand rested over her exposed sex.
Citizen23: It’s going to be a true test of your devotion to me.
Geekongreek3: This slut has never failed you Master.
Citizen23: You are not allowed to say “no”
Geekongreek3: Master please. *whimpers*
Citizen23: By the same token you do not have to say “yes”.
Geekongreek3: What do you mean?
Citizen23: You are my submissive slut. This will be good practice. Keep in mind all that I have told you and don’t fuck this up. I will know if you do.
Even I was stunned for a moment as my hand came to rest on her. Her legs quickly tightened up around my hand but she did not move to stop me. Her hands moved to pull her skirt over my hand and try to look natural. I could tell why she might be at a loss of what to say. The hair in the region was patchy at best. Some must have come out from the waxing. It probably never occurred to her to shave afterwards because she thought no one else would see. The other surprise was how warm and wet she felt. Heat pulsated from between her legs and my fingers became slick from her juices. I was holding my breath and it allowed me to hear how heavy her own got after only a few moments of contact with my skin.
“Are you happy now?” Her tone was a mixture of betrayal and anger. I knew better.
“Are you?” I moved my hand up a bit so that I was slowly dragging my forefinger along the side of her clit. It continued to move in small circles. She placed both hands over mine to push them away but only succeeded in keeping me pinned there.
“What do you think you are doing?” Her eyes were pleading with me to stop even as she was bent over in her seat.
“Shhhh. You’ll drawl attention.”
It was hard to move my fingers with her legs closed so tightly but I managed to tease her clit from it’s hood and as soon as I started giving it direct stimulation the hands over mine lessened in pressure. Her breathing picked up. She let go of her lap all together and grabbed my arm. Her upper teeth were exposed as she bit down on her lower lip. I locked eyes with her and saw the look of utter desperation.
She wanted me to stop. She would have begged me to stop. I knew all this and yet my hand felt her growing hotter. Her smell was even overpowering the odor that years of popcorn and spilt soda had developed. She placed her head against my shoulder and even while I felt her breasts pressing against my arm I was more turned on by the sprouting wetness on my shirt sleeve. I wanted to tilt her head up, to kiss each tear, and to taste her humiliation.
I slowed my fingers down as I felt her getting closer to the edge. My fingers dipped between her lips only briefly to spread more of her wetness up along her slit. When I resumed my little game the wet sound of my fingers sliding along her clit and her slit were loud enough to be heard during the more quiet portions of the movie. Several people were stealing occasional glances. I felt my own hardness strain painfully against my pants as I felt her tears flow steadily now. Her heavy breathing switched to silent sobs and I nearly lost it. She was shuddering against me and even her best efforts could not suppress her moan as she came.
I pulled my hand away. I wasn’t looking to over stimulate her. I waited for her to finally let go of my arm and look at me though her red lined eyes before I licked my fingers clean. A couple behind us got up and walked out. I knew she had to feel the dirty looks they gave us as the woman pulled her man down the stairs by his arm.
“I want to leave,” she said. She got up from her seat but I was quick to pull her back down by her elbow.
“Where are you going?” Her response was silence for several moments. I guess she didn’t want her voice to waiver when she told me. It did anyway.
“Home. I want to go home,” she said.
“Not yet,” I said. I grabbed her hand and moved it to where my hard on was clearly bulging against my pants. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
She was quiet again. I knew she couldn’t say no, but she might still disobey me. I didn’t have to wait long. Trembling, her hand slowly unzipped the fly to my pants. She reached in and fumbled for a bit before pulling out my hard on. She started what was sure to be an incredibly poor hand job. My cock was around 5 inches long and thick enough to warrant larger condoms but in other respects it was pretty average. I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly to force her to stop.
“If I wanted one of those I’d do it my self. I have several years of experience under my belt.” My grin was met by her silent grimace. I let go of her hand and rested my own on the back of her head. I pulled her so her forehead rested against mine. “You are going to get on your knees and suck me off. Then we are even.” I felt like a completely different person. I felt like him. I could care less who I was anymore. The girl who I had obsessed over was finally between my legs and lowering her lips down onto my cock.
I wish I had pulled my pants down instead of allowing her to go at it though my zipper. I might not have lasted as long though. If I had felt her tears against my thighs as she started to openly cry I might have cum right then and there. As it was I was able to rub her hair as she slowly gave me a sobbing blow job. The crying was enough to get the attention of anyone near by who had tried their best to ignore us thus far. I could feel her tongue almost hiding in her mouth as she continued with what looked to be her first adventure in oral sex. My hand guided her up and down my cock as I raised my hips off the seat to meet her lips. I pulled her all the way against the base of my cock and ground against her face. I imagined what it would be like if I could use her tears to lube me up before I took her virginity. Would the salt burn when she started to bleed?
I wanted it to last longer but an usher flashed a light in my eyes.
“What is going on sir?”
I stood up with out thinking. She hit her head on the seat behind her and stood up as well. We both bolted for the door. The usher fallowed us as far as the door before giving up the chase. I grabbed her by the arm but she wordlessly pulled away from me. She ran into the parking lot. I was in no shape to fallow her. I had enough trouble getting my cock back into my pants.
It was ok though. I knew where she was headed.
I was only a few minutes behind her but I waited till I saw the light in her room go off. I snuck out of my car and to the side of her house. I knew exactly which window was hers. I wasn’t going to break in and rape her. I wasn’t a monster. That didn’t keep me from squatting below her window, my back to the side of the house, and my pants around my ankles as I listened to her cry in her room. Most of it was buried into her pillow from the sound of the muffled sorrowful moaning. When it got louder I could only guess that she had soaked both sides of her pillow. While I listened to her I slowly stroked me cock, feeling myself get closer to cumming with each shuttering cry I heard. I took out the email. I had started taking it with me everywhere I went. The middle was blurry and stained from the times I had used it to collect my seed. I set it on the ground and leaned forward on the balls of my feet as I came hard. Thick ropes of sperm not only hit the paper but also the ground surrounding it. I could see the white goo caught between blades of grass. I let out a low moan and instantly heard her stop crying.
I was caught.
I stood up and hit my head on her window sill.
“Fuck.” I almost fell down over the cum stained paper but was able to take a baby step to the right to regain my balance. I didn’t bother to look back when I saw my self casting a shadow on her lawn. She had turned on her light and it was all I could do to hide my face.
“Who’s there?” I don’t know why she would ask such a stupid question. I was still in the same clothes as at the movies. All I wanted was to get away with out some over protective parent coming out the door to shoot me. I grabbed for my pants and pulled them up as I tried my best to run across her lawn and make it back to my car.
What happened next had to be explained to me by the cops several times before I actually believed it.
According to them I was hit by a pick up truck while I was trying to get to my car. I was only winged. He swerved at the last moment and ran into my car. I was still hit by the side of his truck and had been flattened out on the pavement for a while before help came. I kept waiting for them to cuff me and charge me with any of the laundry list of crimes I had committed that night.
“We just need to know if you will be pressing charges against the driver,” said the cop.
I could barely speak. When I did my throat felt dryer than sand.
“No.” I shook my head to emphasize my answer then laid back in the bed. I closed my eyes and counted to 100. I hurt all over and felt like I had been hit by the full force of the truck.
“I called in at work and told them what happened.” I had only reached 82. I opened my eyes and closed them again. She was standing right there by the bed. Here I was helpless in a hospital bed and she was just standing there. I tried to open my mouth to speak but what I said was inaudible.
“Here,” She offered me a straw and I took a greedy sip of water. I didn’t stop till I heard the slurping sounds at the bottom of the cup.
“Why?” All my questions were summed up in that one word.
She turned away and went to the door. She closed it then locked it behind her. She approached me and each step she took felt like a lifetime of waiting to me. I was out of moves. My little game had put me in the hospital and now the subject of my obsession had me all alone for her own personal retribution. She pulled something out of her pocket. It was out of my view but when I heard the sounds of unfolding I knew it could only be one thing. I could hear the slow intake of breath as she smelt the paper then it encompassed my entire field of vision. I needed no invitation. My nose flared as I smelt my own sent on the paper. The words were to close to read but I knew they were blurry all the same. I thought maybe she would smother me with it but another sent caught my nose. I breathed in deeply this time I recognized it from the theater.
“You know?” My voice sounded like sand paper against a chalk board.
“This slut knows,” she whispered. The paper trembled in her hand and then dropped to the ground. She took me in with a hug and pain exploded across my chest. “This slut knows and she is so very happy. I…” her words were lost as she got choked up in the moment and my mind was enveloped in pain as she put pressure on my ribs.
I didn’t need to hear the rest. I raised my arms to encircle her and I knew who I was, who she was, and the happily ever after that awaited us. I knew for certain because when I hugged her back I saw my wrist band. Written in dark ink was my name, Citizen23.
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