1. Master Key Ch 01
Girl on the screen should not be older than he was. Everything about her appearance talking about
the all consuming embarrassment and lack of confidence. Her flat black hair was fixed into a pair of
pigtails Set of yellow ribbons falling to small on the back. Her freckled face was covered unwieldy
size black glasses frames on his face. A turtleneck sweater she wore could easily be the ugliest color
brown anyone ever made into the garment. He could not believe anyone wear.
But it was the way he kept his eyes and held both your body and the way she held herself, that really
did Eric's eyes focus. She reminded him of some of his ... less savory activities on the Internet. Her
hands were frozen in the nervous wringing, forever captured on videotape. And her bright blue eyes
were desperate and pleading, looking directly into low quality camera that Eric guessed must be
installed on top of your computer. Eric turned his attention back to the door to the room with
paranoia than plugged your headphones into the jack on the computer. And then pressed play.
"Hello .... Master ..." the girl murmured in discomfort. Now, the video actually played, the weakness
of her posture was even more pronounced. In his seat, shook back and forth. Her hands were
hanging on the side, what to do, and her head occasionally jerk back and forth on one of the room's
entrance. "This is a Slave Girl # 22, and that's the hundred and eleventh day without being allowed
to cum. Course you know, sir, that it is .... is still only harder." Her rosy cheeks flushed a brilliant
shade of tomato. Eric shifted positions on the chair and raised his hand to the small golden box of
hair on his chin.
The girl said with a slight whimper, the President returned, she began to build, giving the camera
overlooking the blue miniskirt for a while before returning it to set on his face. "When the girl asked
for the tape, she .. she expects that in time it would be better .... That would get used to it., But
always, when it is expected that this band .. . .. it is the manufacturer felt it wants to feel. She may
be in the bookstore or in class, and it makes her fall to her knees in need. .. it is her own. leaves her
begging "her voice gained strength, but didn 't lose, it's desperation, "and leaves her gasping for
breath. Please, please, please, please, master. # 22 Girl wants cum sooooooo bad." Her hands
slipped under her skirt deliberately trying to pry the belt, but scratching noises reported as Eric was
a complete failure. The girl closed her eyes closed and her voice creaked Cage need. "Please,
Master, this girl would anythinggggggg cum ...."
And then all of a sudden buzz of playing through his headphones. Desperate girl is brilliant blue eyes
shot open in desperation. Within a few seconds melted back into his chair, he groaned again and
again until his lungs. He could not see below the waist, but he could tell that her hips were rolling
into the feeling with all the enthusiasm in the world. Among her kitten as mewls, she would whisper
over and over again, "Thank you, sir." And then, as her breathing was reached a peak, and the
sounds of passion approached as loud as it will go, the invisible hand is retracted, it is a gift. The
buzzing stopped as suddenly as it began, so the girl desperately flailing in an attempt to get a little
closer to release that eluded her for so long. She seemed so close that he bet she felt an orgasm
beginning to creep on her. But slowly stopped and sank into a chair in defeat, her breath rises and
falls in hopeless despair. After a while she whispered toward the camera slaughtered mewl "It's
Slave Girl # 22, check-out the night one hundred and eleven. Eric almost see the tears welled up in
his eyes. Then the screen went blank.
Eric looked back at the fields hidden in the back of the cabinet. It seemed that tiny little Daphne may
just be hiding something. Daphne was a girl in my class. Quiet, shy, and rarely interact with anyone
2. at all. Never seen her with all your friends and certainty not all boys. It was the first time I've ever
been in my dorm rich. Her parents were lucky, so to let her buy a house for himself on campus.
Right now he was here to do the project. Or it would be if someone was not sure retreating to the
bathroom every five minutes, sometimes half an hour at a time. It gave him time to explore. Some
porn magazines were hidden under the bed. Surprisingly, even a playboy playgirl. He liked that kind
of kinkyness girls. And in his closet he found what he was looking for. Hory boxes each hid one of
shiny metal strips that Slave # 22 were wearing. His suspicions were correct. That was the key
master. Of course he knew who it was. Sarah will have a laugh riot when she said about that.
Some limited probing brought him to document statistics. It was organized with all kind sof
information that Daphne will have to follow. Eric you healthy by page.
Seventy-eight girls in total, of which twenty-two are currently locked program. At max it could
support thirty-five. Two of the girls was promoted to second assistant, which could help manage the
statistics from the others in her care. Of course, that neither had access to remotes controlling their
own orgasm. Standard term was three months on an object in the belt in time, because after the seat
belt will need to be cleaned. But many of them were repeat customers. Fifty seven of the seventy-eight
signed up for at least one more season. Currently belted girls, eight were repeat customers.
Three made it more than four times. Slave Girl # 6 made nine back to back terms.
Page also kept statistics on each girl orgasm. As part of the master key for one of his slaves, they
would provide protocol orgasms last month. It was one of the best that Daphne kept repeating
among girls under control conditions. Also, while the band was active, it would sometimes let go all
the way. Sometimes as many as three or four times a term, sometimes even once. Eric thought it was
to make them wonder if this time would eventually be allowed to cum. Occasional tissue on the floor
reminded him that Daphne probabily new lot on the topic.
Next, open the document in the belts stat was using. It was the next link in the documentation
folder. She is apparently ordered them with her money. There were state of the art orgasm blockers.
Steel is too strong too break down through a safe way shock absorbers to prevent the stimulation of
pressure. A powerful solar egg vibrators placed exactly over the victim clitoris, but some of the other
features were novel as well. There was a bit of equipment within the band, which could actively
monitor how close a girl can be a combination of humidity and velocity of blood flow. With a base of
comparison orgasm could tell the controller how close girl. The material is light enough and small
enough that it may be covered with the right set of panties. Expensive anti-rust and anti-germ
sealant used Made Simple showering enough to strip sanitary entire 15 weeks, more than ten times
as long as normal chastity belt. Finally, the strips were wireless transmission of information on the
internet that would rise to specialized AIM account.
Eric to that part again. He slowly got up from the computer and looked around the room. Outside in
the hallway, the bathroom door was still tightly closed. This is starting to bother him that Daphne
had yet to come. What if he did? He slowly sat down in the chair and started picked browser. If he
was lucky, that would still be signed into AIM. He entered the address into the search bar and
crossed his fingers.
"Welcome back TheKeyMaster" was moved to the top of the page. For someone with plenty of anal
retention to come up with a fool proof bdsm network, network security has shown too many signs of
the scatter brained. The only thing different in this account was marked status button next to the
chat. When turned it has been shown that a screen showing several bars associated with different
girls, and a set of ten commands. Part of him wanted to experiment with this a lot, but I just had to
click on the green button labeled "cum" in the graph labeled # 66 That he imagined that somewhere,
3. one of the girls Daphne doubling over with delight. Eric smiled. He could get used to it.
More Eris slid into the chat menu. There were too many names on it, to see who would want to have
a conversation Instead, it just opened the latest chat log.
Redeye: So I took some time to think
TheKeyMaster: Yes, the girl
Red eye: No, I can not deny that the way to give a little ...
TheKeyMaster: Exciting
Red Eye: Yes. That ...
Eric raised his eyebrows. Fortunately, he remembered that the file was marked photo Daphne back
in the folder on your computer. Inside was a picture of a really marked red eyes. It turned out pretty
cute goth girl with piercings in his eyebrows and dyed red hair. Secondly, however, that the leaf
picture library. Girls who have already agreed were numbered, rather than the handle. So browse
one particular one was easy. Girl in picture # 67 was in his late twenties, and held the platinum
blond hair in a ponytail free. The picture was taken in the kitchen in suburban home. Eric could not
help but notice that in the background could have sworn that there was a child seat at the table. He
looked at her for a moment, licked his lips before he opened the log cabin.
TheKeyMaster: So you agree
?
Redeye: I do not know yet. I think I want. But three months without able to cum? Without being able
to fuck?
TheKeyMaster: You have a lifetime to fuck. Did not you tell me how much you were into new
experiences?
It was ten minutes late between the question and the red-eye reduction reaction.
Red Eye: I. .. I do not know
.
TheKeymaster: I am in no hurry. Take your time. Think about it. While you wait I have a belt with
your number waiting for you.
Redeye:. Well, thanks for your understanding, sir
TheKeyMaster: It's nothing. One thing, however. I must sound like to you sir?
Red Eye: I think you're right
.
4. Redeye:. Master
TheKeyMaster:. Good Girl
Redeye:. Later
Eric admired her technique. In his own online Doming, he would never be so direct, but if you're
reputation is so intimidating that changed the way the rules work. Nevertheless, there were some
errors in their technique. He was too ambitious and probably showed. The Redeye girl seemed to
want it bad, so it was a pretty ambitious work. But with someone else on the fence doubted that it
would be too convincing. All her to pray for easy prey. But it is necessary that touch of softness,
while you play hard. Eric opened another chat log.
TheAnswer:. is a slave # 42 messages, a master
TheKeyMaster: Your message
TheAnswer: nothing unusual to report. handmaid # 55 and # 37 maidservant reported nothing of
any note. but the girl # 57 is shown, it is far enough away that almost lost the chance to brush her
nipples. Reports from all three here.
Under the post was a set of links. He imagined that there are other videos, such as those that
Daphne held so carefully collected.
TheKeyMaster: Very good, slave. Your recommendation?
TheAnswer: This slave recommends routine adjustments girl # 55 she also reomends almost
orgasmic for # 37 to shake her. But for slave # 57 Your humble servant will ask for permission to let
her go all the way to orgasm.
TheKeyMaster: Sounds reasonable to me. And I give you permission to bring the # 57 all the way.
TheAnswer: Thank you, Mr.
.
TheAnswer: Your needy slave also ask for your hands and knees to orgasm slave # 42 Please, Lord
....
TheKeyMaster:. Denial
TheAnswer:
Other chat log was from an account called Lancelot47. He was the first man who saw the chat log
and one for a good while. Before it opened, he heard what he could almost make out the moans of a
thin wall to the bathroom. It seemed that Eric had a little more time then expected. What a naughty
girl. He had no fear when he opened another chat log.
Lancelot47: We talked the other day
?
5. TheKeyMaster: On fetlife chat? I remember you.
Lencelot47: What do you think
?
TheKeyMaster: Absolutely not. If a girl is wearing one of my bands, she is mine. End of discussion.
Lancelot47: I'm not trying to have one of your slaves from you. Do what you want with them. All I
ask is to borrow one of your belts for my girl. I told you that you pay quite well.
TheKeyMaster: No, no, no, if a girl wants to wear one of my belts that come into our program. End of
discussion.
Lancelot47: You do not want to even hear my amount
?
TheKeyMaster: If the girl is in my belt, she is mine. You get that, asshole?
Lancelot47: Okay, but I would take it easy when you've been. You are getting too possessive.
Key Master:. Fuck you
Lancelot47 left this conversation
Eric stroked his chin and closed the chat window. What else should look at while Daphne was locked
in the bathroom? He seemed to have a bit of free time on your hands. Furthermore, opened one of
the Word documents on the desktop. He realized he had struck gold when he read the words written
on the top of the document in solid bold writing.
"The key master diary." Eric smiled.
Much of the document was boring thing. Lots of statistics and data, which probably should be
included in the document data. But pure gold was the description of his feelings about things. At one
point, the description of her masturbating one night after one of the video messages. She said that
she came four times and almost collapsed from exhaustion. The date of this writing was quite ironic
as well as video Slave Girl # 22 he watched. Next page mentioned some doubts about hiring a
married woman has a term in its program. Sad woman two were on the verge of getting stolen, and
she was beginning to think that the belt by death knell for their relationship. Another party,
however, was devoted entirely to bad mouthing the guy who tried to flirt with one of her slaves at
the bar. He never even met, and the idea that he was trying to make her girls from her terrified her.
It was mainly collecting information that might be fun to read when he reached the entrance noting:
"Over the last couple of days I tried to stop masturbation. Know why, it's just curiosity. Perhaps a
test of will. But, given what I do with my time, it was just a tiny bit harder then I thought It will>. <.
During the last day, my hand almost eight times suffered something there. This made me wonder
how any of my girls to endure. So I tried it on one of the belts. course just for the night. was
surprising. .. fun. I let my hand drift down every now and then, but when I did, I could not touch it.
After a while I just roll. When I actually remove the belt, vibrator felt soooooooo goooood. I do not
think I want it to again. Honestly, it was a little scared., I sounded like one of my girls. however, that
6. I'm weak will, right?, I m slim middle domme machine, right? was likely nothing. Probably just
because I stopped masturbating for a while . sounds plausible to me. "
And fortunately, right next to the post the image. Daphne, with her long golden hair, and nerdy
frames was in the bed wearing pajamas. But rather than some kind of bottom, she was just wearing
one of the belts. Her hand is holding the camera was wistfully touching the steel strip on the front
panel.
Eric read this paragraph several times, and then looked at the post by a guy in a bar again. In the
second room masturbation Daphne was getting furious. On the one hand, her writings gave up the
vibration of someone who desperately wanted control. Still girls on strings and made them dance
however she wanted. But it was not only her post that gave him a slightly different impression. Just a
line here or there, sympathizing with her pets. Ask what it would be like for them. Almost like a shy
helpless act may not act at all. Eric just did not know. Not sure what to do now, closed the diary and
thought for a moment. Then puts his headphones back and went back to video library.
"This is a Slave Girl # 12, and her twentieth day without being allowed to cum, master," said blue
eyed girl wearing a uniform shop in Scandinavian accent. The smile on his face showed that despair
did not take in hand yet, despite the child how to hold down his eyes. "Today was uneventful.
Managed to get to the bathroom before anyone noticed when you turned on the belt in the middle of
the store. She was very disappointed when the feeling back."
"This is a Slave Girl # 18," whined Asian girl in a bright red sun dress. Her accent sounded natural
Californian. To his surprise, he was pretty much shakier then Slave Girl # 22nd One of her fingers
was busy watching a circle around her nipples. "And that's one hundred and twelfth day, your
helpless slave was not allowed to cum, sir. Process is under your control is your worthless whore
feeling is amazing. Did not deserve to touch her naughty pussy., If the master wishes, will not touch
herself before her next tenure of his helpless assets. yet, please, please, please, please, please, do
not want that to 18 years., please, sir. "
"This is a Slave Girl # 67" He said platinum blond from the picture in the southern accent that
dripped from molasses. "This is the seventh day, without being allowed to cum, sir. Nowadays, when
her son went to her, her son nearly seen. It will have to be more careful ...."
"This is a Slave Girl # 6," said a middle-aged woman, wearing a suit Buissness. "And this is the
250th day without being allowed to cum, sir. Still ambitious acheee when she wants to touch when
the band wants to help her get there, but she can not., Your worthless whore knows to be under
control. but sometimes she wishes she could be free only for a second. "
"This is a Slave Girl # 56," chirped the girl with short, bleached hair, wearing a black T-shirt
Grateful Dead. "And it's Slave Girl # 57". He explained nervously long hair auburn haired girl, who
was sitting in a nearby chair naked. Their words were almost hard to assemble using because of how
different their Scottish accents. "And your girlfriend is the twelfth day without being allowed to cum,
Master" They said at the same time at different levels of enthusiasm. Naked girl was silent, with
flaming red blush on her face easily visible no matter how much he tried to avert his eyes from the
camera. Slave # 56 seemed much more comfortable, and continued to speak. "The remaining few
without the right to touch it difficult for girls. Ros-to slave means Slave # 57 was taking it
particularly hard. Wanted it bad, but Master knows how shy he is. It's hard for her to go out in
public Know your passport with her binds. slave The trouble was not in control anymore, but as the
switch is not too far out of their comfort zones. she wishes she could cum when ... "Slave # 56 bit
her lip ... < br />
