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 Sari Stone was nervous as she rezzed in the "safe area" of the BDSM sim
named "Domscape." It was "Forced Collar" day in Domscape and Sari knew
exactly what that meant.  She had heard that her favorite Master, Severus,
would probably be on line here.  And through the crowd she noticed him.  He
wasn't dancing with a girl, so there was a chance that he would collar her
for an hour.

   The sim had its own collar.  It allowed the Dom or Master to control the
subbie in many erotic and exotic ways.  The rules were hard and firm.  The
Dom could do anything to the collared girl except for scat, mutilation, or
death.  The collar was good for one hour, no more.  And a member could only
collar three each day.

   Sari had a complete Virtual Reality (VR) suite, including the VR helmet.
She could be aroused either mechanically via her inflatable pussy plug,
which also was a vibrator, or via the electromagnetic flux from the VR
helmet through her brain.  Of course Sari preferred a combination of both.
She enjoyed the synergistic effect of a mental and physical climax.

   Sari's story is cast in the future.  In the not-so-distant future there
will be changes.  For one thing, the Personal Computer (PC) will evolve
into the Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C).  For another thing
the outrageous payments to virus "protection" companies will be a thing of
the past.  Hardware and firmware changes will make viruses, Trojan Horses,
Spyware, and the like past pulp fiction.  When one buys a computer it comes
with its own antibody system to protect against malicious software, spam,
and the like.

   Sari entered the ballroom and animated her sexiest walk towards Severus.
Severus noticed Sari and was quick to claim her as his slave for the hour.
"I collar Sari Stone," he bellowed, rezzing a steel Domscape collar around
her neck.  He drew a chain from her collar to a leash holder in his left
hand and yanked her to him.  Sari moaned as she sensed the coming
animation.

   They danced a slow dance.  Severus used the dance to force Sari to
strip. She described in detail each article of clothing.  Severus started
by untying the strap behind her neck and letting the top drop down
revealing her perfectly proportioned mammary.  Unbuttoning the back, he
removed her top.  The other dancing couples continued with little notice.
This was Domscape.  Some girls were dancing in collars.  Some girls had
visible butt plugs or horsehair tail anal plugs.

   After pulling her to him repeatedly and rubbing her breasts against his
chest, Severus satisfied himself with her arousal.  He ran his fingertips
from the wet, warm nape of her neck down to the small of her back.  He
unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and let it puddle about her ankles. 
Grabbing her carved ivory derriere, he twirled her in a graceful pirouette,
losing the skirt in the process.  Sari blushed as she was reduced to
panties, hose, and stiletto heels.  Severus rubbed his groin against her
comely hypogastric triangle.

   Severus pulls the elastic band of Sari's white cotton panties and lets
it pop against her flawless, blemish-free flesh.  Then, with a single jerk
he removes them, letting the room spy her naked buttocks.  Sari gasped as
Severus parted her glorious hemispheres and gave the ballroom a full view
of Sari's Glory of Glories.  He then twirled her to display her Holy of
Holies, beneath trimmed pubic hair.

   Severus rubbed Sari's comely clitoris as they continued to dance.  He
whispered to Sari: "I want you to cum here on the dance floor." She
blushed. It was "Forced Collar Day" and punishment for disobedience would
be fast and severe.  Of course one could teleport away.  But that would
mean being banned from the entire on line BDSM community.  Dropping
connection and claiming to have "crashed" went out with dial-ups.  The
Internet Service Providers (ISP) notified connectors and connectees
whenever there was a service interruption, however brief.

   Sari whispered to Severus: "A girl is aroused, but needs more
stimulation to climax.  Unless You want me to induce an orgasm, Master."

   Severus nods and works a wicked thumb deep into her vagina, rubbing a
manicured thumbnail against the cervix of her womb.  From his tunic he
pulls forth a huge butt plug and presses it to her anus.  Sari groans.  She
tries to relax, realizing that Severus fully intends to insert the anal
plug into her rectum.  She is grateful that he lubricates it and glides it
in with one powerful surge.

   Severus turns the butt plug vibrator on and continues to massage her
pussy.  In short order she is able to climax.  She makes an orgasm face and
utters atavistic screeches as she cums with an eruption of emotion and
passion.

   Severus and Sari were not alone on the dance floor; nor was she the only
girl dancing naked.  Nearby was a Dom with two naked girls.  One was his
personal slave and the other a girl whom he had collared for an hour.  He
instructed the two to arouse and stimulate each other.  The forced collared
girl objected: "Sir, this girl doesn't do women."

   "Yes, you will slut!" the Dom retorted.  He handcuffed her wrists
together, locking them between his girl's thighs.  In this position one
hand rested against a pussy and the other was wedged between the crack of
her ass.  He then handcuffed his girl's hands around the subbie's waist and
behind her back.  Then he locked their collars together, forcing them to be
close.  Ankle cuffs finished the bondage.

   "Time to kiss each other," the Dom ordered.  Severus continued to arouse
and stimulate Sari as they enjoyed the show.  The Dom pulled out a riding
crop and struck the subbie across her ass.  "Kiss, French kiss!" he barked.
This time the girl obeyed.  Soon they would be making love in public.  But
things did not always go so smoothly with newly collared girls.

   Gus, one of the paying members at Domscape, had just force collared
Amanda.  Amanda, not new to BDSM or cyberspace, was new to the sim.  Gus
led Amanda to the dance floor and began to order her to undress.  Amanda
refused.  "I don't undress in public," she complained.

   "You are talking like a free woman!" Gus replied.  Amanda began to type
something, then she teleported away.  Gus called one of the officers of the
sim to file a grievance against the errant girl.  For sure she would be
banned from most BDSM sims until she made amends.

   Severus forced a kiss from Sari.  He exited the dance animation and
pulled Sari with him.  They exited the ballroom dance floor to seek out one
of the private alcoves of the sim.  Each alcove had its own theme: Bondage,
Water Sports, Suspension, various fetishes, etc.  Severus was found of the
multi-purpose bench and the Saint Andrew's Cross.  Severus led Sari on a
leash.  They noticed several other couples.  One was a Domme leading her
boy for sport.

   The girls of cyberspace are gorgeous, be they waifish and little or
full-figured and sensual.  There are attractive skins for all sorts and
conditions of females.  One can hardly imagine any reason that a woman
would not choose the most beautiful skin available for her chosen
measurements?

   Severus favored tall, slender, toned blondes.  He preferred the kind
like the high-kicking "wife" of Arnold Schwarzenegger in the movie Total
Recall.  And this is precisely and exactly the avatar that Sari Stone was
wearing.  Now Sari is more internet savvy than most.  She keeps her own
real name on line.  From the Internet Cybersex Prison (Izpris) she learned
all the dark corners of male desire.

   They entered a private room, an alcove to the main ballroom.  Severus
locked the privacy lock and the door and led Sari over to the
multi-function sex bench.  It only took him a minute to secure her wrists,
ankles, neck, and tie a thick leather belt around her hour-glass waist.  He
began by kissing, licking, and sucking her B-cup sized breasts.  He ran the
rough blade of his tongue over her puckered areolas and observed them
change hue from umber through sienna to an ochre, ruddy with sanguine
arousal.  Her nipples stood at attention, making a perfect right angle with
their supporting areolas.  The absolute center of her perfectly
proportioned mammary was rock hard from rubbing and kneading.

   "Master," Sari begged, "My breasts are so sensitive and tender.  My tiny
pearl and cunt beg your attention."

   "When I wish, girl," Severus responded.  He fully intended to massage,
pinch, poke, pull, prod, and twist her breasts until they would be sore the
following day.  Sari's VR outfit converted the animation into physical
stimulation.  For sure the VR suite or suit would never allow or permit
injury.  However, after a half hour of vigorous use even the VR limitations
would not prevent the soreness from overuse and abuse.

   Severus spent a large part of his hour working Sari's teats.  At last,
satisfied with the results, he slid his hands down her slim, toned body to
her privates.  He wiggled her butt plug and began working her clit in
earnest.  Sari groaned as her tiny pearl became red and hard.  She worked
her ass against the hard wooden bench, moving the butt plug and feeling it
massage her vagina and uterus.

   Severus sniffs Sari's armpits and pussy.  He lets her pheromones
activate his olfactory.  That limbic region of the old brain induces
endorphins.  The endorphins, in turn, stimulate the parasympathetic nervous
system.  His massive member becomes erect with sanguine arousal.

   Sari shudders as she watches Severus disrobe.  His penis makes an obtuse
angle with his caudal plane, nearly parallel to his six-pack abs.  His
strong shaft throbs as irregular veins pulse under the influence of the
endorphins.  He can resist no longer.  He mounts her.

   Sari gasps as she feels his weight press upon her.  He pumps harder,
faster, deeper.  His massive member strikes the end of her love canal as he
feels an orgasm building.  The pending climax is rushing forward with the
force of a freight train.  And the same is true of Sari.  She is on the
verge of an earth-shattering orgasm.

   At last they come together.  Severus had perfect timing.  His hour with
Sari is done and the steel collar vanishes into the pixel pile, formerly
known as the bit bucket.  Sari returns to Real Life exhausted but
satisfied.
   2 Jul 2009 Taunus Trumbo