Part 1: All So Innocent All So Innocent…. It started innocently enough. My wife had told me about alt.com, a web site for adults who liked to indulge in bondage, role playing. Etc. We met in the S&M scene in DC years ago and she was way more active than I and after kids, had grown tired of it entirely. Needing an account to view the other profiles, I created a Gmail account and then came up with what I thought was a clever and used “neil4owner” for the Alt account name. It played with my submissive curiosity, and was available. Mostly I watched the uploaded pictures and videos, thinking how brave (foolish?) those posters were…as I tossed off at the images. Sometimes I’d watch a live web cam…but never commented, until one day I was watching this hot shemale playing with her cock and tits, getting me all kinds of hot. I messaged her that she was getting me so hard..and to my amazement, she messaged back asking to see it. I’m not embarrassed to say that, even approaching 50, I keep myself in shape. 5’8″ 165 lbs and shaved clean below the waist, at the request of the Mrs. But I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to take a picture with my phone…worked owned that..all I had was my cam. So, after a tiny bit of prodding from her…I turned on my cam and showed her my bulge. She just laughed and messaged me to “Show me that fucking cock!” Thrown just slightly by her tone…and unable to move, I felt my knees get weak…and I lowered my pants…and underwear, showing her my cock. It was thrilling. I looked at myself and saw how hard and rigid I looked on cam…just my cock. No face. She asked me to jerk off…telling me to think about sucking on her cock. I touched myself, while she slowly messaged her dripping cock. We just got off on each other and I was about to cum when suddenly I realized that somebody else was watching me. When I opened my camera for her…I was also opening my cam up for anyone else who wanted to watch. First 2, then 3 people watched my hard cock. All were older than my 49 years and they started to chat with me. “So bitch, anyone own you?” “Nice cock faggot” “Anyone breed that ass yet, bitch?” And at their comments I came as hard as I had ever cum. Now satiated, I closed my cam and the web pages as fast as I could, while trying to not drip cum all over the computer. I tried to distance myself from what had just happened. Why did I get off so hard at their verbal humiliation? I took a shower and tried to get back to life. It was fun, but it’s over. I thought. The next morning I received an email from an account I didn’t recognize. And it was from an Alt.com member. It read, in part, “Nice show yesterday Faggot. Did you enjoy showing off your little clit for us?” I was stunned. And I was hard. “I’ve been looking for somebody to play with on cam. You’re it, bitch.” My hard-on was hurting, straining. “When you get this, log-on. I’ll be around. You’re going to perform for me.” I sat there for at least 20 minutes. Reading and re-reading his (I assumed) email. I was home along. After 25 minutes, I signed back in, and rejoined the chat sessions. Within five minutes, he messaged me. “I knew you’d be here slut. Did your clitty get hard when you read my email.” I just stared at his messaged. And then I answered honestly. “yes.” He seemed to enjoy that. “That’s right. Turn your fucking cam on. NOW! Your mic too!” My heart sunk…and my cock was as hard as it had ever been in its life. I was helpless to resist. I opened my cam, and he immediately joined. “Lose the clothes little faggot! Now! Nothing but your white pussy flying in the breeze” Hastily I stripped down and soon I was sitting at my desk nude, my cam pointed at my cock and balls. “Put your feet up on your desk. I wanna see that pussy up close.” Shifting forward I did as ordered. It was exhilarating. I was doing what someone, a man no less, wanted. Anything he wanted. I felt so slutty. Pre-cum dribbled out my cock. “So, think you’re gonna cum?” he messaged. I started to message back that I was, and he messaged me to just say it. The microphone. I had forgotten. “Yes, I think I’m going to cum.” I said. “Why”, he messaged. “Huh, faggot, why?” I sat for what felt like hours, but less than a minute later, he messaged me again. “Tell me why, or I’m leaving now.” Without thinking twice, I shouted out, “Because you make me feel like a slut and whore and I think that’s really what I am.” “Excellent.” He messaged. “Cum for me now and lick it off your fingers, bitch! And for the life of me, I did. After I settled down, he messaged me one last time for the day. And it would change my life. “Well done faggot. You’ve confirmed that I choose my bitch well. And you are now my bitch.” Then, as if pronouncing sentencing he continued, by using my full name. I was stunned. How? “I knew you were ripe for the taking. You were so easy. Do you have any idea what’s on the wall behind you?” I went beet red. My technical certification was hanging on the wall behind my head the whole time. With my full name and chapter. “I own you now, bitch. You’ll do what I want, when I want. I recorded the whole sordid debauchery and anyone who knows you will know it’s you. And the best part? We don’t live 35 minutes apart. Rest, bitch, but know that one piece at a time, I’ll own every part of you. Ta ta.” I was trapped. All I could do was wait and see if it would all blow over. ——————– Questions/Comments? Please email: neilspankme@gmail.com Read more »