A Slave in Cyber-Space

The cybner-space slave always has the power to leave whenever she choses only the choice is never hers to make. That’s the irony of the fantasy. Slave gives the control at her will, knows she has the power, with the touch of a button, to put an end to the Master’s control, yet in knowing this, does nothing. There is no joy in nothing. She makes all the rules, and breaks every one. Her resolve is gone, for their time is short and knowing this, she gives herself into the temptations of communication.

The risks are great, experience has taught her that nothing is ever what it appears. But the fantasy is hers to enjoy, to savor, to keep the fires white hot in the face of the cold, penetrating darkness which looms ever present. It’s the light, the heat, the passion of life, which she craves. Who knows what’s on the other side? She only knows what is in her own world, the one no one will ever be able to fully understand unless they choose to be a part of it. She allows few to enter, only one will ever know the light in the darkness within. The rewards that await the one who is brave enough to enter her world, unafraid and strong enough to meet the challenge.

The invitation goes out only to those she feels can survive. She demands more of those who chose to accept. She will destroy all who show any signs of weakness. The walls are lined with hollow shells of the men who have come before. She laughs when she remembers their meager attempts to dominate her and how they failed. Miserably, pitifully, and predictably failed. But it is a hollow laugh for what she really desires is one to succeed.

The one with the strength, the power and the ability to be her true Master. The one promised to her long ago. The one she seeks who is not afraid to enter her dark world. Powerful, confident and in control of his own desires. Who can command his slave to obey his every wish. To fulfill his every desire, though she might protest, he will be relentless. Should she threaten to leave, he will call her bluff and order her to stay, for he knows this is but a test. And he is more than qualified to pass.

And so, the call goes out into the void. The challenge to be met, the game yet to be played. The slave is patient, the risk more than worth the rewards. The passion, the fire, the heat, more intense then even she knew for the winner should he survive. And time is running out.

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