Digressions Into Erotica

and forth while pinching her nose shut. Her eyelids fluttered down, but he slapped the side of her head and demanded that she look at him. Her eyes flew open, and after that, she didn’t even blink.

Yanking her head back by a fist full of hair, the man pulled out of her mouth, then circled back around, knelt, and shoved his face into the crack of her ass. He pulled back and spat, and a glistening blob of saliva slid between the crevices of her sex. Taking the whip from the floor, he rose and slid his dick into her anus, and pumped for all he was worth, cracking her again and again with the whip, as if he was riding a horse and urging it to go faster, faster!

Mariah leaned back against the cushions and slipped her hand inside her sweatpants. She was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed at the lightest touch. The man looked like he was ready to come, and Mariah circled her clit furiously to catch up. She pushed her free hand beneath the elastic waistband and crammed as many fingers as she could, twisted them in and thrust them back and forth. As the man on the screen grimaced and clenched his butt cheeks, Mariah cried out and came hard, hips off the couch, pumping against her hands.

The show ended, but Mariah couldn’t let the moment go. She ran an online search for the term ‘BDSM’. Thousands of sites popped up on the results screen. Intoxicated with the topic, she spent the rest of the evening, and on into the wee hours of morning, perusing as many sites as she could. She visited a free forum last.

An overwhelming need to experience what she’d seen gave her the courage to create an account. After entering her email address and selecting a password, she arrived at a new screen, wherein she answered a series of multiple-choice questions. When she clicked on the ‘Submit’ button, a new window welcomed her to the site as ‘girl247.’

Mariah paused for a few deep breaths, and a shiver tickled her spine from her tailbone to the base of her skull.

In fine print beneath her screen name were disclaimers and instructions. She accepted the terms of use and went to her profile page. She decided against posting a picture of herself, chose an avatar instead, and proceeded to a newbie pool. She had been instructed not to post, but to simply join the forum thread and wait.

While she waited, she admired her avatar. She’d picked a cartoon redhead with a full build and a black leather hood. Auburn locks spilled from the bottom of the hood, and curled around the neck and over the shoulder. The hands were bound behind the head, the knees bent and strapped tight, holding the body in a kneeling position.

Clicking around aimlessly, Mariah read the welcome thread: You are known as girl. You will not speak until ordered to do so. You will refer toyourself as ‘this one’. You have no access to the main site, nor will you until you havebeen chosen and given a name.

She sat for a while, and as the adrenaline ebbed from her body, decided it was time for bed. Just as she was about to close the window, a dialogue box popped up: Professor Hand says: Your name is teacher’s pet. Go to the Novice Room. Await my instructions.

Mariah’s heart jumped to her throat. She returned to the main forum and saw that a new section had been unlocked for her. It was called ‘In Training’, and featured only one thread: the Novice Room. She clicked on the link and her screen went dark-purple lettering on a black background. She noted her new name under ‘Users viewing this thread’.

Nothing seemed to be happening, and after a few minutes, she refreshed her screen.

There was a new post from Professor Hand, a link to a private messaging system.

Squirming in her seat, she downloaded the application and selected his name from the list of chat rooms.

Professor Hand: Hello, pet.

The cursor blinked at Mariah, awaiting her response. She held jittery fingers over the keys, and bit her bottom lip.

teacher’s pet: hello

Professor Hand: Are you ready for me?

Mariah had no idea what she was supposed to say.

teacher’s pet: ready?

Professor Hand: Yes, pet. Ready. Tell me you are wet for me. Tell me your pussy is aching for my cock. Tell me your tender flesh is trembling for the sting of my hand.

She gasped aloud after she read his message and had to close her eyes a moment before she continued. She was trembling, shifting in her chair, feeling a surge of warmth between her thighs. Her eyelids rose, and there was a new message.

Professor Hand: NOW, pet.

Mariah whimpered and let her fingers fly across the keyboard. The words she used were none that she’d used before. Not in this context. They came hard, each eliciting a thrill of butterflies in her stomach and chest.

teacher’s pet: this one has been waiting so long for you. this one cannot believe you are actually here. the answer to all of this one’s dreams. this one’s pussy is aching for your cock. this one is wiggling in her chair, wishing your hands were on her ass.

Professor Hand: Good, pet. Good girl. You may touch your clit.

Mariah’s left hand slipped beneath her sweatpants again and pinched her engorged clitoris between index and middle fingers. She moaned at her own touch. More than that, she moaned at his command.

Professor Hand: That’s enough, pet. Where are you in this world?

She stopped touching herself and stared at the screen.

Professor Hand: Answer me when I ask you a question. Answer me quickly.

teacher’s pet: in the Midwest.

Professor Hand: Very good. It’s late where you live, yes? I want you to go to bed, pet. Imagine yourself bound at ankles and wrists, on your side, with me behind you, holding you in my arms. You are safe. I am here with you.

You may sleep. But you have been slow tonight, and that will not be tolerated. When you wake, go to the bathroom and get your toothpaste.

Apply a dab to your fingers and pleasure yourself. Then come here and await further instructions. While you wait, you may tell me how the toothpaste made you feel. Describe it in detail, pet. Good night.

The window locked, and Mariah was unable to post a response. It was four a.m., and she was suddenly very tired. She shut down her computer and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. In bed, she nestled her back against her body pillow, clasped her hands beneath her cheek and bent her legs together. She was asleep within seconds.

***

The next morning, Mariah woke before her alarm went off and hurried down the stairs. As she peed, she looked at her toothpaste. She stood, flushed and then took the tube into the living room, where she sat on the couch and considered her task. By the light of day, it seemed a silly thing to do. Besides, this was just a game. How was he going to know whether she did as he’d instructed or not?

The toothpaste went back to the bathroom, and Mariah made coffee instead. With mug in hand, she sat at her computer. It took her a couple minutes to swallow the excitement in her throat and log onto the chat room application.

He was already there. The second she entered the room, he sent a message.

Professor Hand: Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?

teacher’s pet: yes, thank you.

Professor Hand: And this morning?

The coffee turned to a lump in Mariah’s stomach.

teacher’s pet: bright eyed and bushy tailed Professor Hand: =) You are precious, pet. And what of your assignment?

Hmm?

Mariah took another gulp of coffee.

teacher’s pet: I didn’t do it.

Professor Hand: Why did you disobey my orders?