Written by our good friend Tarot

Since the advent of the Intel P7000 DX2 processor and cheap Sony Micro transmitters able to digitize the human form, not only in 128bit color, but with brainwave and bio feedback as standard, IRC had not been the same.

Peter sat in the feedback pod and thought the virtual keyboard into the air a few feet away. He was not the only one who resorted to this form of computer input, many others of his generation still had problems relating to the direct thought interface. He smiled! “It’s been a while since I logged on”. “Please restate command” said the computer through the biotech implants in his ears, the response reminding him to think “speech” before letting stray thoughts enter his mind.

He looked at the keyboard and thought the command to logon, the keys moved on their own. “Log into the my server and show me my mail” Peter’s mind was racing now multitasking commands with ease, windows appearing in his thoughts, faces speaking messages, and documents displaying text or pictures, his subconscious storing saving and replying without much effort on his part. It was starting to become second nature.

All the time the virtual keys were depressed and released at incredible speed.
The mundane work of the day done, he thought the keys to type the IRC connect command. A door formed before him, he opened it, and went inside.

Here he was, for the first time in weeks. He looked about him, the room was the same. The couch still the size of a large automobile, and the walls covered with all sorts of sexual equipment. Everything from racks and “A” frames, to butt-plugs and nipple clamps! “Ah!” He said “Home” A smile creeping across his face. He glanced at the gallery of screen shots on one wall, it was all there, the history of #bondage in JPEG format. “Memories” he thought, and looking along the line of images he settled on one group from the late 90’s. All the things he remembered so well ; A picture of MsBehavin’s nipple piercing, kitten and muffy doing a “wiggle”, Domineye’s harem, Dr ace with an enema bag and rubber gloves. So many memories.

Peter heard a slight “Popping” noise, he turned just in time to see a door appear in the wall, it opened and David walked in. “Hi Peter” he said “Long-time no see” “Hi” said Peter “What’s new?”, “Not a lot” Said David “Very quiet but as usual it will fill up shortly” “I hope so” Peter mused “I have an old acquaintance to catch up with!” David smiled “And I think I know who that might be” “She won’t be long now” he said as he moved toward the bar. As David thought himself a frothy beer onto the bar the sound of logon doors popping open sounded all around them. Members of #bondage entered and started greeting each other, the Doms and Dommes finding their seats and awaiting the arrival of their subs. Then the subs arrived, some on their hands and knees crawling toward their respective Masters and Mistresses, some (The more cheeky ones) bouncing forward and greeting their partners with deep and passionate kisses. Each sub wearing a thin black collar bearing an initial picked out in gold.

The room became a buzz of activity, Peter surveyed the scene; He marveled at the Domme’s resplendent costumes, many colors and styles, some simple in design, others a mix of complex shapes and fabrics. One in particular took Peters eye, jet black with what appeared to be twinkling lights shimmering within. The cut would have been impossible had a dressmaker tried to make it in R/L but here in this virtual world, it was stunning in its complexity.

Peter joined David at the bar, using the virtual keyboard to create a bourbon and branch before him, he tasted it, It was not quite right, something about the flavor. Then he remembered the sub-program written for him by one of the #bondage vets, a distiller of bourbon from Kentucky, once more the keyboard appeared before him, he thought the keys depress to launch the program. A bottle of Wild Turkey resolved on the bar, he tasted it, “Fucking magic!” he uttered as the amber fluid hit the back of his throat soothing the pain of R/L from his body. It never ceased to amaze him that taste and flavor could carry through the bio-feedback and effect the real him! If it was the real him that is. The line between R/L and V/L was starting to smudge a little.

“Is there a shot in that bottle for me?” Her voice was so smooth dust wouldn’t stick to it. Peters heart skipped a beat, a lump in his throat stopped the bourbon from sliding down. He coughed as he turned his head, knowing already who it was he was going to see stood behind him. “Silver!” he choked! “You scared me!” “Well do I get a drink or not?” Silver purred. Peter thinking the keyboard before him once more typed the command for another glass. “of course ” He said, as he poured the Wild Turkey into the glass, his hand shaking slightly as his eye was drawn to Silvers outrageous costume. She was clad in what looked to be black leather, but it was leather so thin that the join between skin and cloth was, (apart from the color), indecipherable. Silvers pert breasts where exposed for all to see, through holes in the shiny black second skin and her rock hard nipples stood proud, each pierced by a single silver ring. Looking down, Peter saw as he expected to see, Silvers legs were clad in fishnet stockings, and the crouch of her slinky outfit cut open to public view, her pubic hair as always, waxed into the shape of a heart. “My heart!” he thought!

“It’s been six weeks Peter” She said “where the fuck have you been?” “Six weeks of assholes with virtual engorged dicks hitting on me!” Peter looked sheepish “Sorry hun, work got in the way, I’ve been up to my balls in cyber-life meetings.” Silver smiled “Well! You’re here now” ……. “Master” At the word master Peter felt a stirring under his robe. Shit he was glad he had collared Silver before anyone else found her!.

Found her! Now that was a laugh, when Peter had first set eyes upon Silver “Finding her” would have been impossible. She had been but a small part of a massive tangle of limbs and sweaty torsos during one of demoness’s famous cyber-orgies.

Peter had arrived late to the channel because of work commitments, and the party was in full swing. Bodies everywhere, linked together in every sort of sexual coupling. Kitten had bounded over to Peter and removed his robe with one swipe of her claws. “Peter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she purred. “You’re late as always” “Sorry my sweet, Work again!” “And how’s my favorite tight pussy today?” Peter said. He smiled at kitten, reaching between her legs to run a digit in the sweet juices flowing from between her lips, and brushing her clit with a now slick finger. “Purrrrfect hun” growled kitten shuddering slightly. “But busy with my Mistress for a while …. Sorry” “There are some new subs here somewhere, If any are left free by now!” kitten bounded away toward her Mistress leaving Peter with nothing but her smell on his finger and a raging hard-on!

Peter surveyed the group, looking for free female. He saw MsBehavin on the waterbed, he called over and waved, seeing that her body was half hidden by her subs as they kissed her body all over. She waved back and wrote “Later!” in the air in front of her and giving the thumbs up sign. Peter smiled! “I shall stick around for that!” he thought. A flash of light caught the corner Peters eye, he turned to find the source.

The metallic flash came from within a web of writhing flesh, a silver nipple ring reflecting the light, shone out from beneath a pair of moist rosy female lips. Peters gaze was held by the sight. It had to be the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his lives, cyber or real. The owner of the silver rings was being pleasured by three women, one on each of her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples, flicking the rings with their tongues, and a third had her face buried deep into her pussy. Peter could only guess at the heights of pleasure this woman was deriving from the attentions lavished upon her. Gauging by the wiggles and squirming movements, he assumed she was having a lot of fun indeed! The girl between her legs pulled away, thought a 7″ dildo over from the wall, grasping it in her right hand, she started to rub it up and down the woman’s soaking slit.

Peter thought the keyboard once more and programmed a comfortable chair before him. He sat and looked on at the performance before him, watching as the dildo become slick with pussy juice. Slowly the naked sub moved the dildo downward, pushing slightly until it popped within the puffy swollen lips, and started to disappear into the hot depths. The woman let out a long moan of pleasure, her eyes flicked open and she stared straight at Peter, a smile forming on her face. With the two subs working at her breasts, and the dildo working away at her pussy, it was obvious to peter that now she was not far from orgasm. When it came it was shattering! The woman’s body thrashed about, sending the two subs scudding from her breasts, her back arched and she reached down forcing the third subs hand harder onto the base of the dildo, and deeper into her cunt.

Slowly the woman’s body stopped shuddering, and she relaxed, exhausted from the orgasm. “Now that was some sight” mused Peter, thinking up a beer to cool himself down. The two subs who had been administering to the woman’s nipples such a wonderful sucking, were now engrossed in their own “69″ and before Peter could take a hand, the third was being taken from the rear by a grinning Lord Vampire. “Late again” thought Peter, and he turned to survey the remaining scene.

“Do you have another of those handy?” said a female voice behind him. Peter turned to have his vision filled with two silver nipple rings. Looking up he saw straight into the green eyes of the woman from the scene he had just been watching. “sure” he said, the keyboard forming already before him. “I think you might need one” he smiled. She giggled, “I see you enjoyed the show” she said looking down at Peters still rock hard cock. “My name is Silver” she said “and yours?” “Peter” said Peter. His mind jerking suddenly back, he thought up another beer. Silver took it “Thank you” she said. “my pleasure” said Peter as he shuffled to get comfortable in the chair. Silver looked once more down at his throbbing cock and smiled, “Let me take care of that for you” she grinned. “Err … Thank you!” stuttered Peter slightly taken aback by her forwardness! “Oh My pleasure this time” Silver uttered licking her lips.

Silver knelt down before him, and cupping his balls in her hand she licked his shaft slowly from base to tip with one single fluid stroke. “Ye Gods!” gasped Peter as he clutched at the arms of the chair. Still smiling, Silver ran her tongue around the ridge on Peters prick, sending shudders through his body.

She drew the tip of his manhood into her mouth, sucking and licking as it passed her lips. Moving her head down, Silver ran the head of his prick along the roof of her mouth, then as it reached the back of her throat, she drew back, whilst keeping a pressure on the underside of his tool with her tongue. Peter was in ecstasy! Never had a blow-job felt like this before, he put a hand on the back of her head and clasped at a handful of jet black hair. Taking this as a signal, Silver thrust forward taking Peters full length into her mouth and down her throat! Feeling her bottom lip kiss at his balls, and the ridge on his prick pass her tonsils was too much for Peter. His balls scrunched up and his prick throbbed, as he shot load after sticky load right down her throat.

Silver, still not gagging, pulled back slightly to let one last spurt cover her tongue. She sucked hungrily, drawing every last drop from Peters slowly softening cock. Savoring it! Slowly Silver withdrew her lips from his dick, she smiled, licked her lips and rose to be level with Peters face. Their eyes locked together, and she kissed him full and hard on the lips, holding his head in her hands………..

Within two weeks, Silver started to wear a black leather collar with a silver “P” embossed on it, and from that day, it was excepted within the group that she was well and truly Peters only sub!

His mind clicked back to the present! “What are you thinking about?” smiled Silver as she sipped her Wild Turkey. “Not our first meeting again!” “Yes!” He said smiling, “I still can’t understand why you chose to serve me?” “especially as I don’t spend as much time with you as I you deserve”. Silver sighed “For the last time Peter! I serve you because I Love you.” “Yes I would Love to spend more time with you, but also I understand you have work to do!” “Sorry Sweetheart” sighed Peter. “I just can’t help feeling you could find someone able to spend more time with you that’s all!”. A look of exasperation fell on Silvers face “Please stop it Peter!” “Just shut up and Fuck me!”. Once more

Peter was taken aback by Slivers directness, but took her head in his hands and kissed her deeply.

Peter used the keyboard to create a soft patch of grass beneath them, pandering to Silvers passion for making love out of doors. He added the smell of fresh flowers, and played a wav file of water running in a stream. As silver lay on the grass, he programmed a soft warm breeze to play gently across them. Peter lay beside her and his lips fell straight to her left breast, he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked on it greedily, flicking the silver ring with his tongue. Silver let out a moan as the ring moved back and forth in Peters mouth, her nipples hardening as she did so.

With his right hand Peter slid a finger across the outside of Silvers trim pubes, using a touch so light it was as if a feather had floated from the very air above them. Moving his mouth to the other breast to suckle, and continuing the light brushing of her mons, Peter thought the black leather second skin from Silvers body. It devolved to nothing in an instant, leaving her body totally free and exposed to his touch. Silver bit her bottom lip as exciting sensations from her nipples ran through her body, joining with those from the now firmer touch on her pussy, Peters finger slid inside her newly moist pussy sending further tremors raging through her. In the corner of his eye, Peter caught sight of a growing group of voyeurs surrounding them, looking on with delight on their faces.

One of the faces belonged to dallas, resplendent in her shimmering robes, her lover and sub at her side. dallas smiled and reaching into her pocket, produced a small shiny chrome vibrator, and tossed it to Peter. “Have fun” said dallas smiling. The thin vibrator landed in the grass by the writhing couple, Peter reached for it and started to rub it softly against Silvers pussy. Peter deftly twisted the switch on the vibrator. A spasm shot throughout Silvers body when the toy buzzed into life, she could feel the pulsating purr fill her very soul, first making the muscles tense, then relax. Sensing the excitement building within Silvers sensuous body, Peter probed the slick metal wand between her pussy lips, seeking to find the very hub of her sex. As the tip of the buzzing probe nuzzled her clit, Silver screamed out loud, her body racked with orgasm. “Fuck me Peter, Fuck me! Please FUCK ME NOW!!”.

Withdrawing the vibrator from her pussy, Peter stood, and flipping Silver over onto her stomach, he then pulled her onto her knees. With desire and passion burning hot within his mind, he knelt behind her, and in one thrust, sank up to his balls in the steaming depths of her cunt. Silver yelled out as he entered her, slamming her hips back to meet his advance, hands forming fists, grasping tufts of grass, she jiggled and wiggled her ass back and forth against him, starting the rhythm going. With Silvers setting the pace, Peter thrust back in time with her movements.

Each time she pulled away from him, looking down he could see her wrinkled ass wink at him. A grin crept across his face, and taking the still slick vibrator, he pushed it slowly past the tight entry of Silvers puckered ass, the vibrations from it felt through her vaginal wall. Sending him over the edge. The intrusion of the buzzing toy into her ass was the final straw for Silver and her knees gave way as her body convulsed with another orgasm.

Both bodies spent, they collapsed together on the virtual grass, a thin film of sweat forming on both bodies. A cheer went up from the group surrounding them, and both Silver and Peter laughed as they snuggled together breathing heavily. At the sound of Champagne corks going off all around them, they knew they had become the finale to the orgy, and the party proper was about to start. Peter held Silver close, “feel better?” he asked, “Oh yes It was worth the six week wait my Darling!” sighed Silver. “Ah!” said Peter Slowly looking for the right words. “Well It will have to last you for another six I’m afraid Lover”

“I have to go off-line again and visit our one of my customers on site!” “What!” Silver yelled! “Another month and-a-half Fighting off Rednecks just so I can talk to my friends on here!” “Well thank you! ….. Thank you very much indeed!” Peter pleaded with her “I’m sorry Silver but there is nothing I can do about it!” “I have to go darling you know that!”. Silver shock off Peters embrace and stood, staggering away from him on unsteady legs. Thinking hard, she programmed a thick robe onto her shoulders. She looked back at Peter and with a pout said “Call me when you get back!” “If you get back!”. And with that, and before Peter had a chance to say another word, she created a door and went through it. The door disappeared with a very final sounding “POP” Peter, now on his feet closed his eyes and muttered “Shit!” He needed a drink and he needed one like NOW!

As he moved away from the party throng, Peter grabbed a glass of white wine from the corner of the bar. Deep in thought, he created the keyboard before him once more, thinking to send Silver an ICQ to say sorry, when he felt tap on his shoulder. “Nice scene Peter” the slightly drunken reveler said raising his glass “Cheers!” “Oh yes cheers” Peter said spluttering, spilling his wine as the reveler slapped him on the back and turning to go. Peter looked on in horror as the contents of his glass spilled over the keyboard before him!

To Peter, the keyboard was as real as they had always been in the past, and in his mind the damage from the wine spill conjured from his mind infected his system. He imagined the wine seeping through to the components, shorting, creating paths that should not be there. Visual error messages flashed before his eyes. Warning tones bleeped through his ears. The bondage room blinked off around him, his system shutting down. Racing back trying to log off, he thought up a log-off door, tried to open it … Locked. “Shit!” he turned to face the other wall and thought a connect door back to #bondage. He tried the knob, locked as well. “Double shit!” every time he tried to think the keyboard he got an error message 404 “Restart system”. How the fuck could this happen? He panicked, thinking access doors and trying them. Each one locked, his mind confused, unable to comprehend that he was causing this. His mind cracked, he lost control, a name forming on his lips, he screamed “SILVER!!

When the Police finally found the access code for his front door, they found his body slumped in the feedback pod, all life and spirit drained from it.

Looking at a dry encrusted cum stain at the crotch of the corpse, the policeman shock his head “It’s another one Sir” he yelled “He must have had a heart attack whilst viewing porno movies on the net!” Looking past the body the policeman saw a screen by a touch keypad, a message blinked upon the screen,

“The system was not shutdown correctly, scandisk reports that there is 5,000,000 GB of recoverable data in memory”

“Save” “Delete” or “Restore”

“Fucking pervert” He growled and pressed Delete ………….……………..Blink!