Author's Note: Responding to many requests I have written this story as a sort of sequel to 'Runaway Chair' . It is now the title story of a collection of BDSM tales published as 'The Cyber Trap'


The receptionist at the Hilton Olympia looked embarrassed as she said: 'I am sorry madam, Mr Tigliani checked out 09.30 his morning. No, he did not leave a message...'

I held my breath and closed my eyes while I slowly counted to ten. Then I let out my breath and I forced myself to smile at the girl. When I left the lobby I felt ready to kill that pompous asshole of an Italian who had absolutely insisted on one of our sales representatives' meeting him in this hotel for a 'commercial discussion'. And who simply had left without even a call on my cell phone!

Outside I looked at the desolate scenery of west London. The rain had stopped and a few watery rays of sunlight broke through the racing clouds. It made no sense to go all the way back to the Croydon office for an hour or so. The afternoon was wasted. I decided I might as well go home and relax so I made my way back to the tube. I did not like to climb the slippery pedestrian bridge from Russell Road to the tube station in my four inch heels. So I crossed the motorway bridge and walked down Olympia way, next to the haphazard jumble of buildings that is grandly called the Exhibition Centre.

Large billboards were screaming 'Erotic Lifestyle Fair' at the passers by and a heavily made up girl in fetish clothes crossed the street. Rings and piercings were shining and her black leather dress was so short that it showed garter tabs with every step she took. Her long fishnet stockinged legs ended in patent leather, platform soled pumps with at least 7 inch heels. How she could walk on them I could not imagine!

She smiled at me and held out a ticket and some leaflets while she said 'Hi there! Lucky you! This afternoon we give out free tickets to our Erotic Lifestyle fair!' I hesitated for a moment, long enough for her to put the ticket in my hand.

'Go in!' she said 'I bet you'll find something you like! You look the type!'

And there I was standing in the middle of the road with a ticket in my hand, while she hurried over to a small group of obvious foreigners that was just passing by

After a moments hesitation I went in.

It was all a bit disappointing. Not many visitors (but what can you expect around two thirty on a rainy afternoon?) It was a smart move to hand out free tickets to get at least some visitors inside. I looked around and saw a small stage where a latex-clad girl was pole dancing on to music that was too loud for the nearly empty hall. In a corner a leather clad dominatrix was making threatening gestures with a whip over a cage that held an almost naked guy. It was all a bit tame.

I browsed the stands where they sold 'clothing' and BDSM toys but did not find anything interesting. Pretty soon I got bored with it all and had just decided to leave when the corner of my eye caught the glimmer of a rapidly moving image When I stepped over to have a look I saw a BDSM dungeon scene displayed on a rather large flat screen monitor. I saw a pair of breasts at the bottom of the screen. Then a pair of heavily cuffed hands that seemed to reach out for something but they were suddenly pulled back again. I was mystified.

A rather shabby looking old man popped up next to me.

'Can I help you?' he said in a hoarse voice.

'What's this?' said I and gestured at the screen

'It's a game, a BDSM game for real subs!' he answered, with a faint continental European accent that I could not place ...

'How does it work?'

There are various scenarios. This one has you locked in a dungeon and you have five minutes to get a key and free yourself to get out.'

'And if you don't?'

'You'll be punished. Look!'

The image changed and a naked girl was shown - standing in the middle of the dungeon with her cuffed hands chained high over her head. A whip flickered out of nowhere. Again and again it curled around her buttocks and her breasts

I made a face and said 'The look is quite realistic but what about the feel?'

The old man raised a box and said 'this is a body harness that comes with it. We have a male and a female version. You put it on and if you lose the game you will feel the punishment. Don't ask me how it's done but they tell me it feels like a real whip.'

Call it a whim, but without thinking I bought the game and the box with the body harness and other stuff. During the long tube ride home I looked at the two boxes and asked myself: 'Why did I buy this stuff?'

It had been quite expensive and I already had so many other toys. Finally I had to confess that the short demo had excited me. I had imagined myself on that screen. Naked, helpless, waiting for the punishmen... The tell-tale wetness between my legs told me the rest...

As soon as I came home I quickly got out of my city clothes and changed into a bathrobe. I poured myself a cool glass of Chardonnay and, after putting my laptop on the kitchen table, started to work. Fortified by the occasional sip of wine, I dashed off an e-mail to my boss in which I included a caustic remark about the dependability of his business contacts. Then I sent it off and leant back, sighed and finished the glass of Chardonnay. And all the time I softly massaged the area between my legs, taking care not to touch my clit. That would have to wait.

When I was thoroughly aroused I went into the spare bedroom that doubles as our 'play' room. We have a very powerful PC there to control various interesting gadgets - such as the Erochair (about which I have told you earlier...)

I sat down in the leather padded swivel chair in front of the PC and opened the smaller box. I found a DVD and installation guide. There was nothing new there - just the fact that you had to connect to the internet and register before you could use the game. I started the PC and inserted the DVD. While the installation took place I opened the big box. It contained a kind of fine mesh body suit and ankle and wrist cuffs. There was a kind of leather slip with a wicked looking dildo and butt plug attached to it. Next came a pair of rather heavy nipple clamps and a wide leather belt with some locking points. A little black box with an USB port and some cords came last.

I read the instructions and sighed. The body suit was supposed to be put on first. After I had put in on I had the illusion of a kind of second skin, from neck to ankles. It felt a bit eerie, as if it was already electrically charged and I became more and more excited.

Decided to enjoy it to the max I also donned my BDSM outfit. A black and red waist pinching corset that pushed up my exposed breasts. Six garters held up sheer black seamed stockings. And black patent leather pumps with ankle straps and six inch heels. To complete it all I locked a wide black D-ring studded leather collar around my neck.

Wobbling on my six inch heels, I wriggled into the narrow leather slip, needing a bit of lube for the butt plug. The dildo went in smoothly however. I was so wet...

Now for the nipple clamps! My nipples were swollen from excitement and stood out hard and erect, waiting for the serrated clips that would bite into them. With trembling fingers I closed the clamps on my nipples and winced as their claws bit into the tender skin. The leather belt went around my waist. The manual told me to connect the chain between the nipple clamps, a small cable from the slip and a connection from the suit to various locking points on the belt. Last came a thin flexible cord between the belt and the little box and I was all set up.

I took a deep breath and clicked 'Start demo' on the desktop menu

'Activate special devices?' asked the system

'Of course!' I said and clicked 'yes',

The screen went dark - then the darkness dissolved slowly into a semi dark BDSM dungeon. The image was amazingly clear and lifelike. It did not look like 3D animation - what was it?

A heavy masculine voice sounded: 'you are locked in this dungeon but not yet bound. You have 30 seconds to discover the key and free yourself. Failure will mean a punishment of two lashes with the whip! Your time starts...NOW!'

A timer started running in the top left corner of the screen. I used the arrow keys to look around and finally saw something that looked like a door. Moving over I tried to push it open but it was a dummy! The timer was already down to 16 seconds and I looked around again. There was a keyhole in the other wall and a key next to it. When I reached it I realised that I did not know how to manipulate that key. I was pointing and clicking at it in vain while the timer ran down to zero.

'FAILED!' said the voice 'You may choose'. Two buttons, labelled 'RETRY' and 'PUNISH' appeared on the screen and I clicked on 'PUNISH'. The next moment a biting whiplash cut diagonally across my buttocks, almost immediately followed by a second one from the opposite side. I jumped up and yelled, trying to rub my backside. When I looked again the screen was blank with just a notice 'Demo Ended'.

I freed myself of the belt and chain and, trembling all over, staggered into the kitchen for another glass of Chardonnay. It had all been so realistic, especially the pain! Standing in front of the hall mirror I had seen two very fine red lines across my buttocks.

In vain I read through the whole instruction booklet to discover what produced such an utterly realistic result. It must have something to do with that mesh suit and for a moment I wondered whether or not to get out of it. But a sentence in the instruction booklet caught my eye. 'For maximum realism it is recommended to lock yourself in place by fastening the wrist and ankle cuffs to a chair or a bed. The cuffs will open automatically at the end of the game'...

I hesitated and moved on the kitchen chair. The dildo and butt plug moved inside me and all of a sudden I WAS aroused, imagining myself strapped to the chair, with just a mouse under my hand to control my destiny...

Moments later I was back in the playroom. Looking for a suitable cushion to pad out the chair I opened a locker and a heavy leather thing fell out. I picked it up and realised it was a virtual display helmet. He had tested this model - intended as a battlefield imaging system for Apache helicopter pilots - but it had been rejected. The vision was not stable under high G conditions or something like that. I grinned. He still had to return this classified piece of equipment to the manufacturer...

We had used the helmet to play some games for what he called a validation test, hooking it up to the extra display port of the computer. I looked at it and thought 'Why not?'

Connecting the helmet to the computer was a moment's work. Then I decided to get the maximum realism and fished out a red rubber ball gag that I put in my mouth. I had tied my long hair in a pony tail and had some difficulty to get the tight fitting helmet over my head. But finally the thick blonde tail protruded from the back of the helmet. Next I locked the ankle cuffs to the chair and connected the wires to the box. Finally I powered up the virtual display helmet, put the mouse firmly under my right hand and closed the wrist cuffs.

I was now cuffed, gagged and - in a way - locked in Cyberspace. With every move I made I felt the dildo and butt plug move inside me and it took all my resolve not to start rubbing my clit against the harness...

With trembling fingers I restarted the game, this time in 'GAME' mode. A 'validating game' suddenly appeared and next the message 'Verifying special equipment'. A chequered bar slowly crept towards the end of the window until finally the message 'SETUP COMPLETE' appeared.

The screen went blank. Soft music started and an image slowly appeared, as if through a dissipating fog. The image in the helmet was brilliantly clear and sharp and all around me. It was as if I entered into a different world, a beautiful SM playroom richly decorated with leather, velvet and silk. By moving the mouse I could look around me and saw all kind of equipment, such as a large cross and a rope harness with a dildo swing-seat. Chains, cuffs and whips were neatly arranged on hooks and a large glass case in a corner held a variety of high heeled shoes and boots. By rolling the mouse wheel I was able to approach the wall and saw wicked looking nipple clamps and weights that could be attached to them...

At the same time the dildo began to vibrate softly and my pussy - already wet - began to drip in earnest.

A deep masculine voice sounded. 'Do you really want to play the game?' Frightened for a moment I made a complete circle in the room but saw nobody. Yet the voice had been so loud as if the person stood next to me! But instead of a person a 'YES' and a 'NO' button appeared. I hesitated a second, then clicked on 'YES'

'The game will now begin' said the same sonorous voice 'you will stay locked in your cuffs until you have won or have been punished!' The sound of a door closed loudly behind me sent a shiver down my body. At the same time I felt, rather than heard a lock closing in the belt and in the cuffs. I tried the release catches but they were stuck. A wave of panic came over me but I calmed myself down with the thought that I always could quit the game.

The voice came again: 'You are in a locked dungeon room. You must reach the key and get out of the door in 30 seconds or you'll be punished and taken to a lower dungeon! Your time starts NOW!'

I grinned and turned around towards where I had seen the key. I just had to click on it and reach the door (avoiding the dummy this time). Rolling the mouse wheel rapidly forward I went for the key. But to my horror a whip came snaking out of nowhere and wrapped itself around my shoulder, stinging my back. Another whip wrapped itself around my body, the tail end hitting my breast badly. I cringed in the chair and desperately rolled the wheel forward but the whips began to drag me back, slowly but inexorably! I looked around and saw the whips stretching taut from a gaping hole in the wall. All of a sudden I had the idea of turning around fast and managed to free me from the whips. I made for the nearest wall and a whip thrown at me again barely missed me. It entangled itself in the dildo swing seat and during the few seconds it took to disentangle I reached the key. Then I made a dash for the door.

Just as I reached the door another whip curled itself around my body and its tail end hurt my back horribly. I cried out and started to look around for a button to quit the game.

There was no quit button!

I then panicked in earnest! I was locked tight in the chair and unable to free myself. The whips dragged me backwards into a dimly lighted pit. Whiplash after whiplash hit my back and my buttocks. The clamps were activated and their serrated jaws seemed to be chewing my nipples sending flashed of pain through my body. And all the while the dildo was rattling against my clit and the butt plug was vibrating. With each whiplash electrical pulses jumped from my nipples to my cunt and I started to lose control. My hips gyrated wildly and I tried to fight the cuffs until I finally had an enormous, shattering orgasm

Stunned I lay back in the chair but to my surprise the whiplashes and biting of the nipple clamps continued. It even intensified, hurting me more and more. After a particularly vicious whiplash over my belly I suddenly saw a text appear.

'Do you want to quit? Y / N'

I frantically clicked on 'Y'

A keypad appeared in my vision with the text

'Enter your bank account number and security code'!

I stared at the text and suddenly realized what was going on! The truth raced through my head: 'Oh, my God! If I give it to them they will empty the account in seconds flat.'

A terrible anger came over me. I wanted to shout 'NO' - but the only thing I could do was refuse to key in the numbers. And so I did...

They whipped me again and again while the keypad and message were blinking at me. And all the time the whiplashes stung worse and worse and the electrical shocks to my nipples and pussy almost became unbearable. But I refused to give in and I wrestled and cried and fought and wept. Until, finally, everything went black...

When I came to, I was back in the real world, breathing freely. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me, his face full of anxiety, I burst out in tears.

'Thank God you're back again' he blurted out. And then, in an urgent voice, he said: 'what is all that stuff?' while he pointed at the chair and cuffs and cords. ''When I came in I found you screaming and fighting in that chair. I ripped the power cables out of the sockets and you collapsed. Afterwards I had to cut you out of that muck! And look at your body! It looks as if you've been whipped!'

I told him the story in a trembling voice. He whistled quietly and said: 'We've had a warning about this at the centre. It's done by an East European gang. They have cleaned up millions; and have already left two people dead.'

I started crying again and his warm, strong arm came around my shoulder. As he held me tight he quietly said: 'Stop crying. You've had your lesson like the apprentice sorcerer. And I am going to turn that bloody helmet in first thing tomorrow!'