## Trapped In A Web(inar)

Post by Mr Underheel » Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:50 pm

The car had been in the vehicle for over 30 minutes, or so Jon guessed. It was difficult to keep track of time when there was a velvet hood over your had and your hands were tied tightly behind your back.
"She wants you to come with us", said the diminutive yet busty brunette. This stranger and another girl, an extremely tall and thin blonde with long hair had intercepted him in his driveway just as he was leaving for work on Monday morning, skidding to a stop in a black panel van. They were both clad in black skin-tight spandex bodysuits from head to toe and were shod black stiletto knee-high boots.
While the tall one applied the hood, the short one busily made his wrists fast using a rough hemp rope. "You mean Sarah wants me?"
"Of course. Who else? Lay there quietly or things may get a little more intense for you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, of course! I trust that M'Lady has a need. I will answer her call."
The two women were silent for another...fifteen minutes, perhaps. He then felt the van bump over something, then climb, turn, climb again, turn once more, then climb, before it parked. The tires had squealed in an echo-y way during all of this, causing him to guess that they had entered a parking garage. Yes, when they pulled him out of the van, the feel and the sound made him sure that he had correctly guessed their location. He was hustled along, and then they waited, probably for an elevator, if his ears hadn't deceived him.
Yes, that was it. An elevator. Up it went, slowly, for several seconds. Guessing again, he thought it must be a hydraulic car based on the relatively slow speed at which it moved and the sounds that it made. The doors opened and he was pushed roughly out.
A few steps later, one of the women fiddled with some keys and, finding the correct one, they opened the door. He stepped inside one door and then through another before they began to strip him naked. His wrists were released, allowing the removal of his coat and shirt. He stood there wearing nothing but the hood.
Hands groped at his manhood and, the next thing he knew, his cock was encased in an abominable chastity device. He felt the padlock click closed. A metal collar was clamped coldly around his neck and a long chain dangled from the front.
His wrists were manacled just above his waist. The chain adjoining them couldn't have been more than 24 inches long and was connected to the collar by the dangling chain. That long chain continued to the floor where his ankles were fettered by more chain that encircled them and were locked in place. once again by a two- to three-foot long steel encumbrance.
Suddenly, they pulled off the hood and, before he knew what was happening, the door slammed and locked behind him. He blinked in the glaring light that assaulted his eyes. Once they adjusted to the bright lamps, he began to comprehend the room: it was painted starkly white and had nothing on its walls. The floor was tiled and cold. There was a twin bed pushed into one corner, made up in nothing but a fitted sheet.
The primary feature was a desktop computer and desk on which there sat a two-inch thick 3-ring binder. He notice that there were web cams mounted in three places in the room, near the ceiling.
The computer screen blazed to life suddenly. The computer's speakers crackled. Sarah's image appeared on the screen.
"Hello, Jon. I suppose you're wondering what this is all about. Let me explain."
A more careful description of the room would have included that it also contained a treadmill, that there was a small bathroom, the door of which had been removed, and a tiny wet bar and cupboard.
"You are here to participate in and to complete an online course in regulatory compliance. Students have the option to attend in person in Dallas, or to use the web conference option which, obviously, is what I have chosen for you. I think that your concentration level and dedication level will be much higher in a more, shall we say, 'Controlled' environment. Wouldn't you agree? I thought so!"
"Four days. 7 hours a day of lecture and discussion. At the end of the day, you will spend one hour and fifteen minutes working on your physical conditioning, including fifteen minutes of work on your abdominals and an hour on the treadmill. You will then spend four to five hours learning to use the compliance resources that are available on the websites that I have identified for you. You will take tutorials and familiarize yourself with the tools available. Then you will write a journal entry regarding the day's activities."
"The computer provided will only access the specific websites that you will need. No email, no shopping, no blogging, no games, no Twitter, no Pintrest. You will be completely focused on this training. You will be chained exactly as you are for the duration. You will see no other people during that time."
"While I'm on the 'No' list, you will not touch yourself, you will see no one, you will have no clothes, no blankets, no alcohol, no drugs of any kind, the lights will not go out. You WILL shower daily. You CAN control the thermostat so make yourself comfortable. You WILL be monitored by me every second of the time. No doubt you have noticed the web cams. And I am sharing your computer screen so I will know everything that you are doing."
"In the cupboard you will find 'astronaut food' packets. Yes, the same foods, packaged the same way, that was used on the trips to the moon. You will see each day's meals and snacks labeled. An automated messaging system will be utilized to tell you when it is time to eat and will confirm precisely what you are to consume. They are easy to prepare: break the seal, squirt in hot water for the warm components, mix it in the bag, and then squeeze it through the opening. You will find the meals to be well-balanced nutritionally, though that is the only promise that I will make about the food. The distraction of meal preparation is something that you do not need during this training."
"Oh, and at the end of the day, you will be treated to a 60 second live feed from me. I do promise to keep them interesting for you!"
"I make no promise of reward at the end of this. Unsatisfactory behavior will be punished, and not in a way that you will find to be pleasant at all. Think about what I am saying, won't you?"
"And now, my dear Jon, I must ask you if you agree to participate in this training. You may opt out, but you have that opportunity only once, and that is right now. If you do not want this, say the word and the girls will return immediately and will release you. If you stay and if you succeed, I do promise that I will be very pleased. And you will have earned an important certification. But tell me, is that enough motivation for you to stay? Shall I call the girls?"
Jon thought carefully but reached his decision quickly.
"Let's do it."
"Wonderful! The first class starts in five minutes. I'm accessing the web page for the class and will enter your user name and password. Good luck!"
The audio link clicked off and the webinar began. Suddenly, his mouth went dry and he wondered if he truly comprehended what he was in for during the next four days.

### Re: Trapped In A Web(inar)

Post by Mr Underheel » Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:54 pm

Day 1
Without a warning, the computer screen came to life and the speakers crackled. The online class began and, after a few brief introductions, they went straight into the material. He looked around for a way to take notes but she had provided him with nothing: no paper, no pens, no materials of any kind.
Quickly he opened a Word document and typed out anything that he felt was pertinent to what he assumed her point was to this exercise. There was plenty of slack in the device that contained him for this purpose, though little more.
After nearly two hours of lecture there was a formal break and he had a few needs: something to drink and the facilities. The refrigerator held only bottled water, which was fine. He opened one and put it on the computer desk. The bathroom situation was perplexing.
He saw there was a shower that had a transparent shower curtain. It was stocked with a few hand towels but no bath towels. There were two soap dispensers mounted on the wall. No toilet paper. “Oh! A bidet! How thoughtful!” He noticed that there was another web cam in the corner of the room which ensured that he would have prying eyes on him at all times. The class was beginning again so he clanked his way back to the chair.
As the presentation droned on, he began to lose concentration. He opened another internet window and typed in Yahoo.com. Blocked. MLive. Blocked. Google. Blocked. Dammit!
An IM window opened and there was Sarah’s lovely face in a still photo in the corner. “I can see your every keystroke, you know. I am monitoring your screen. You are authorized to view this class and to access only the resource websites that I have approved. Get back to work!”
He tried to type a reply. Blocked. He was beginning to realize just how isolated he really was. Four days? How as he going to make it through four days of this, if this really was all she would allow him? His mind drifted off.
Lunch time. There was a big box marked “Food” that sat on the floor next to the fridge. Inside were several large ziplock bags, each clearly labeled for a different day and a different meal. He found the one labeled “Monday/Lunch”. Inside was the most unappetizing-looking collection of freeze-dried containers, straight from the Gemini space program in the 60’s: ham paste, apple sauce, diced tomatoes, some puddings. He followed the directions and injected hot water into the containers where it was required. The food tasted just as he suspected: like sawdust. He made a face and choked it down.
When he got back to the desk to start the afternoon session, he was greeted with another IM: “It’s nutritionally balanced. You’ll live.” End of transmission. He scowled at the abruptness of it.
Finally, the class ended and the Go To Meeting session disappeared from the screen. It was quickly replace by another, however. Sarah had initiated a TriComply tutorial session. “Watch. Learn. Practice”, read the accompanying IM. “I’m not finished yet, it seems”, he thought. Wisely, he did not vocalize his sarcasm. He slugged his way through this additional lesson and then practiced searching the topics from the day’s webinar in the vast resource website. After two hours of this, he felt that he was becoming rather accomplished.
And then it ended abruptly, replaced by what appeared to be a live feed from—it looked familiar—Sarah’s basement! Yes, that was it! He could make out a few shadowy shapes in the frame, but hers was unmistakable; those blonde curls were a trademark. He could also tell clearly what she was doing: Rising and falling; rising and falling and some lucky chap seemed to be all stretched out beneath her, fastened to the four posts of the bed.
30 seconds later, the screen went black. With that, all computer activity seemed to end until one more IM came on the screen.
“Get on the treadmill for 1 hour. Make your best possible speed. Then do 20 minutes of ab work. After that, you are on your own.”
But seeing her there and what she was doing--without him--made him horny as hell. He craved her and her touch and he got incredibly hard at the thought of her. That damn chastity device, though quashed any hope that he had of pleasure. He ached to touch himself but the hard, clear plastic of his cock-prison denied him. In fact, his own erection was like torture and he moaned as his swollen flesh tried to explode its way out of the snare in which it found itself.
"Calm thoughts. Forget it. Later. Peace." He tried to wash the image of her from his brain and to go on with the instructions that she had given him. The two intentions seemed to be in direct contradiction with each other. Screw it! He would have to work out with this insatiable demand pounding at his groin.
Against his desires, he climbed onto the treadmill right away and set the speed very low. Fettered as he was, he could only attain a velocity of about one and a half miles an hour. He could not pump his arms, could not take long steps. Then the ab work on the floor. He never knew that 20 minutes could last so long!
It had been a very long day. A shower seemed like it would be a great idea. He went into the bathroom and was first challenged by the short distance between his ankles. He resolve that by sitting on the edge of the tub and then swinging his legs inside before he stood again. The water came on and was instantly hot, for which he was grateful. There was a soap dispenser and a shampoo dispenser on the wall which he used liberally. The hot water pouring over his body felt wonderful!
But after a few minutes the water shut off. He wasn’t finished! What happened to the water? Try as he might, it would not come back on.
A heat lamp that was imbedded in the ceiling burned to life and warmed him so much that it was almost uncomfortable. The soap that he could not rinse off was drying to his body. Then, as suddenly as it turned on, the lamp went cold.
No computer. No TV. No phone. No books. He laid down on the mattress with no pillow and no blankets. The room was the right temperature for his current condition but that gave him no comfort. It seemed to him that he laid awake for hours before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
He awoke with a start to the sound of a foghorn that blared out of the PC speakers. “On your feet! You have 30 minutes before the start of today’s class! Move it!”
A fresh day of hell awaited him. Groundhog Day. It might as well have been Monday except that when his 30 seconds of the "reward" of MsC's live stream consisted of watching a boy licking between her gorgeous legs. Her red heels were clasped behind his neck and she was cumming hard. There it was again! His own desires caused him incredible pain in exactly the spot that he craved to pleasure!
How would he ever make it through the next two days?

### Re: Trapped In A Web(inar)

Post by Mr Underheel » Tue Feb 04, 2014 7:02 pm

Four days of this? He was actually thankful for the classes and the practice with the resource websites because, otherwise, he would have gone completely nuts! The room was extremely bright and warm 24 hours a day. There was nothing to look at other than the bare walls and the classes. The food, while probably nutritious, was something that he looked forward to only as a break in the routine.
And those damn 30 second videos! They tortured him! The third day, Was a close up of her tying some girl's feet together and the girl was wearing an absolutely amazing pair of animal print platform heels with red soles. He tried to touch himself, to stimulate his nipples, to play with his ass. But her voice boomed from the speakers, "Stop that! It won't work anyway, but do NOT even TRY to please yourself. Don't forget: I see EVERYTHING!"
The rest of that night was like going through a "mourning" process: denial (not of his situation, but of his ability to please himself), anger, denial, sadness, denial........"If I ever get out of here, I'm gonna...." Gonna do WHAT, exactly? He didn't know.
Finally, it was the end of the fourth day. He graduated from the class and began to wonder what happens next. Sarah's 30 second video answered some of the questions. She was busy being double-teamed by some girl and a boy. She was laying on her back with her legs straight in the air, her booted feet (black platforms with red lacing) in the hands of a large, hooded boy whose cock was buried in her pussy) and a girl who was straddling her face. As this girl rose a bit and the camera zoomed in, he could see that she must have recently cum. Sarah was licking her honey from her lips.
"I'm off to Aruba, darling. The girls will see you home. Goodbye!" End of transmission.
DAMMIT!!!! He would find not satisfaction in THAT corner, he thought.
The door burst open and a bag was tossed into the room followed by a key ring. "Knock twice when you're dressed."
He fumbled with the keys and found one that worked in the lock that held his collar. One other key released his wrists, and a third freed his ankles. But his cock cage....where was the key??? It wasn't on the ring. He tore through the bag of clothes. Nothing! DAMMIT!
He dressed quickly and knocked on the door. The two girls came in immediately. One put the hood over his head and the other pulled his hands behind him and cuffed them there. "Where is the other key?" he demanded. They said nothing. "The key?"
"M'Lady is in control. Her instructions to us were to tell you to 'Shut it' if you asked about the key. So Shut it." The lead him to the elevator and then to the van.
"I need that KEY!" he insisted as soon as they were on their way. He then heard Sarah's voice. One of the girls was holding up her tablet and was playing a Youtube video of Sarah. "The girls told you what I said. Now SHUT IT!" DAMMIT!!!!
When they got to his house, they pulled off the hood and released the cuffs. "Get out." They didn't even close the side sliding door before they pulled away. He heard it slam shut as they hit the brakes at the stop sign up the street. He wanted to flip them off as they drove away but he thought, "I bet she watching me. Somehow. DAMMIT!"
Inside the house was his phone. There were tons of voicemails but he checked the texts first. The most recent one was from Tina. "I have something for you. Come to my house." He called her but got no answer. Texted her. Her response: "I have something for you. Come to my house." He got in his car and drove there as fast as he could.
When he knocked on the door, there was no answer. He tried to peek in the windows but saw no lights, no movement. He texted her again. "Open the front screen door."
There he found an envelope on top of which there was a key. He did not hesitate. Right there on Tina's front porch he unzipped his pants and whipped out his bound package. The key fit! He was free! Grabbing the envelope he got back in his car and drove quickly back toward his house. "I gotta relieve this somehow. I'm so freaking horny! Sarah's gone. Where the hell is Tina? Who else do I know? Maybe I just take care of it myself." The thoughts raced through his mind.
When he got home he pulled off his coat and loosened his belt, then unzipped his fly. He took his member in his hand and started to stroke. It wasn't the way he really wanted to achieve this but it was better than nothing. He didn't care if she saw. He didn't care where the aftermath spewed--and it kind of spewed everywhere. He lay there in the chair feeling somewhat relieved. Things just lay where they lay as he slumped, relaxing and reflecting.
After several minutes, he remembered the envelope. He got up and went into the kitchen to retrieve it, still unzipped and exposed. He slowly opened it and pulled out the paper inside.
"Travelocity", it said on the top. His name was listed just below. And the itinerary showed that he was departing in 3 hours from the local airport. One connection in Chicago. And then he read: ARUBA!!!!!
He raced into the bedroom to pack.

### Re: Trapped In A Web(inar)

Post by Mr Underheel » Wed Feb 05, 2014 6:49 pm

Hours later...
The small motor skiff pulled up to the short dock that was in front of the little grass shack that was, he assumed, their resort accommodations for this vacation. There were many such suites scattered across this lagoon, none of which was closer than 50 yards from the other. The water of the lagoon was sometimes turquoise, sometimes azure and was nearly glassy-smooth this day. The blue sky was only occasionally broken up by a random puffy cloudy that never seemed to obscure the sun. The 85 degree temperature was accompanied by the gentlest of breezes which kept the air fresh and incredibly pleasant.
He stepped out of the skiff and took his bag with him, tipping the operator nicely. "Sarah?" he called as he walked through the hut. "Sarah?" He saw a large shape just on the other side of a palm frond wall. It was a large black man who apparently was a massage artist of some skill. His Domme was laying face-up on his table adorned only in small strips of towels that covered her womanhood in two places. Her eyes were closed as he worked on her neck and shoulders.
"Nearly finished, Mon. You next?" The man smiled nicely. "Sure!" he said unsteadily. He loved massages but had always chosen a woman for the job and certainly had never been touched by a man who looked like he was a world-class sprinter in a loin cloth.
"Of COURSE you're next, Jon! Pierre is exquisite! You HAVE to experience this. Don't worry. Sarah's here. I'll take care of you."
"Ha! I'm sure you will!" He laughed as he stowed his luggage.
"There's a little something on the chair there for you to try on. Wear for me."
He picked it up. It was a loin cloth similar to Pierre's. He quickly stripped and tied it around his waist, letting it lay low on his hips. It was essentially a skirt that barely covered the essentials. It was just long enough so that, if he was soft, it would obscure the sight of his dangling tools. He could imagine what might be revealed if it might somehow (somehow???) spring to life. "Come here and let me see. We're almost finished. Have a drink!"
Jon walked near her and saw a couple of filled champagne flutes sitting on a small bar at the side of the room. "For me?" She nodded and he took a sip.
Moments later, she was finished and rose, naked from the table. She looked fabulously naked but instantly slipped on the five-inch wedge sandals that waited for her on the floor. She tied on two cloths that were similar to his, the first was in the same place as his on her hips and the other she tied loosely around her upper chest. This was just long enough to cover her nipples, plus about two inches. She walked toward him and picked up her own glass of champagne. After taking a small sip, she walked to Jon and stood an inch away from him, invading his personal space in a way that made him feel week.
"See what happens to that loin cloth when you get hard?" She smiled and reached down to caress his rod, then pushed her tongue deeply in his mouth.
"After the week you had, your body needs some attention. Climb on the table and let Pierre get to work. Tuck that thing under yourself carefully! I will need it soon so don't break it!" She laughed merrily.
Jon lay with his face in the cradle, his arms at his sides and Pierre got to work. "Stiff muscles", he commented. "In your shoulders, I mean." Jon moaned in agreement. They were, indeed, very stiff and sore.
SMACK!!!!! Just as he moaned he felt a stinging across his ass! Sarah had unleashed a wide but thin paddle had impacted him sharply. It stung for a few seconds but didn't "hurt", per se. Pierre found a knot in his back and, again, Jon moaned loudly. SMACK!!!!
"If you haven't made the connection yet, baby, if he makes you moan I get to paddle your ass. "
"Yes, M'Lady. Thank you!" Pierre laughed and leaned into his work eagerly. SMACK!!!!!
Before long, the masseuse had finished Jon's back side and his ass was stinging like crazy. "Roll over carefully, please. You're probably sore. There were many trouble spots all over your body. What have you been doing lately to cause that?"
"Oh, it was a long week. I was pretty much chained to my desk participating in a training webinar for four days."
The Aruban laughed, "Yah, Mon. I heard!!"
Jon turned red in the face as he now lay face up on the table. Obviously, the paddling and the talk, the massage and the presence of the beautiful Blonde were having their effect on him. The loin cloth offered him no privacy since his cock was now at full-attention.
"Cover it up, M'Lady?"
"Golly, no! What if you make him moan? How would I do this when he does?" She tapped his balls lightly with a wooden rod.
"OOOOhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Jon was going to do everything he could to keep his sounds to himself.
Pierre started with his hips but quickly worked his way down to Jon's feet. When work on his lower extremities was complete, Sarah went to work. She wrapped ropes around his ankles slowly and carefully and thoroughly. It was classic "Sarah": his skin disappeared from the top of his feet to almost a third of the way to his knees before the cinching ropes came into play. A line then secured his feet to a D-ring at the very foot of the table.
She wrapped ropes around his knees, both above and below them. Further, ropes ran around the table, lashing him there tightly. More cord encircled his thighs half way between his knees and his ass and then, again, around the table. She also added "around the table" ropes just above his hips, across his stomach, and at two points around his chest.
Then, when the massage was finished, she took each of his arms, one at a time. Rope was tied around the wrists separately. She laid each bicep along the side of his head and bent the elbows to 90 degree angles, his hands pointing toward the floor. The long lines trailing from them were then tied to the table leg on the opposite side: the right hand to the left table leg; left hand to the right table leg.
Pierre was nearly finished now, gently rubbing Jon's scalp with his fingertips.
"Thank you, Pierre! Your hands are absolutely magic! Perhaps we'll call you again tomorrow." She tipped him well and he putted quietly off in his own skiff.
Sarah climbed on top of the table and stood tall above him, one lovely platform sandal on each side of his chest. "You did well this week, about the best that one could expect under such conditions. Did you miss me?"
"Did I miss you? I don't know quite how to express that strongly enough. Yes! It was HORRIBLE!"
"I'm SO glad that you enjoyed it! There were parts of your ordeal that I enjoyed very much myself, truth be told. I must ask you: Have you had any relief of your tension since the girls dropped you off at your house?"
He thought carefully, embarrassed that he had taken care of business personally as soon as he got inside. "Ummm.......Yes", he said sheepishly.
"Fortunate for you that you answered me honestly! After all, you don't think I wasn't watching, did you?"
"You have cams at my house? Really??? Wow!" He felt violated, in a way, but he loved it!
"You may find this to be more enjoyable." Now she knelt, straddling his hips. She reached between her legs and took his cock in her hand. Carefully, she eased herself down onto him until he was deeply inside of her. He felt his balls being pressed against her ass, trapped as they were on top of his bound thighs.
She paused there and ground their hips together. He did his best to arch his back and push against her. Bound as he was, his motions were extremely limited and the ropes that tied him to the table dug into his muscles. Nonetheless, he did the best he could to fuck her back as she slowly fucked him. Slowly. Very slowly. Extremely slowly was she screwing him.
"It's good to have my favorite little fuck-toy back. But don't let that comment go to your head."
The breeze blew through the open hut as the two of them drifted off into a sexy haze of pleasure that would not end any time soon.

### Re: Trapped In A Web(inar)

Post by Mr Underheel » Wed Feb 05, 2014 6:55 pm

On the evening of their last night in Aruba they sat in comfortable chairs on the lanai/pier of their hideaway hut. Jon had just delivered to Sarah the most delicious 45 minute foot massage that she could remember. One at a time, he had removed the marvelous Michael Kors cork soled wedge sandals that she had chosen for that night. His tireless hands had succeeded in relaxing her fully, even without touching her above her knees.
Both were wearing nothing more than the skimpy loin and breast cloths that had been their primary attire that week. The provided completely unrestricted comfort and unbeatable accessibility to their erotic regions.
The sun would set in about a half hour and she thought that the evening was almost perfect--almost. "Be a good boy and fetch the scotch decanter and the ice bucket. I don't want to you to have to chase them down at sunset if our glasses run low."
"Yes, M'lady! Good thinking!" Off he ran.
But she had more up her sleeve than that.
As the sun slipped below the horizon, she looked carefully for a green flash. "Watch for it, Jon. Maybe tonight will be the night. Jon?"
She had rather incapacitated him so that he could not miss the show. Her sandals were propped on his right hip as he lay bound at her feet. She had removed her breast covering and, fortuitously, it passed around his head between his teeth twice and then tied snugly behind his head.
She had lashed his left wrist to his left ankle; his tibia and fibula lay parallel to his radius and ulna. In a like manner, she bound his left elbow and knee together.
His right wrist was pulled behind his back. The rope that was secured to it then continued behind his back, then above his left thigh, almost in his crotch. The other end was around his right ankle. It was pulled closely to his ass so that the knee was bent at an acute angle. He had movement in his right side, but he could do little more than struggle. In the few moments when she took her eyes off the big orange ball that was illuminating the evening sky, she enjoyed observing that struggle.
Between the sky, her boy tied up at her feet, the scotch in her right hand, her her stroking of her own naked breasts with her left, she felt that the evening was off to a most satisfactory start.

### Re: Trapped In A Web(inar)

Post by sarobah » Sat Feb 08, 2014 5:23 am

Very nice... except for that dreadful torture.

> No computer. No TV. No phone. No books.

But it gets worse!

> At the end of the day, you will spend one hour and fifteen minutes working on your physical conditioning, including fifteen minutes of work on your abdominals and an hour on the treadmill.

How can anybody be so cruel?
Words, like Nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.