Author's Note: I'm really curious to get your feedback on this story - it was a lot harder to write that I thought it would be, only having one character is tricky!

If you like it there could be more!


I'm going to start by introducing myself. I'm Jenny and I'm twenty seven years old, I have a dark brown pixie cut, black rimmed Dolce and Gabbana glasses and green eyes. I'm slim, too skinny for my liking (my boyfriend says I'm petite and from my five foot two stature I can hardly disagree with him!) I work as a software programmer in outer London and at heart I'm a very kinky person. My boyfriend and I have been together for several years, unfortunately he's currently working in Manchester so our time together is often quite limited. By the time we've gone out to dinner and shagged like rabbits there's often not a lot of time for much else... my kinky side is often left unsatisfied.

I'm quite a nerdy girl and as I mentioned above throughout the day I write software for a company in the UK. I'd been focusing on a particular client's project who wanted some Twitter integration work when I had my idea.

Many of you will have heard of Twitter but for those who haven't I will expand, Twitter is a website which allows you to post very short messages. All messages are public however your personal information is kept private. The idea of my boyfriend dominating me via the social network with the world watching (but oblivious to who I was) turned me on immensely.

The first draft of my program was very simple, after some persuading I signed both my boyfriend and I up with accounts using disposable email addresses. I put up a generic profile picture for both of us and created a very simple computer program to post Twitter messages for us. Because I could only see his messages through my little program I was oblivious to any other users reading or talking to us.

We decided to test the idea one Tuesday night, I would be in our little apartment while my boyfriend would dominate me from his rented flat. I remember shaking with excitement as I knelt on our living room floor with my laptop a few feet away on the coffee table.

It only took a few moments for the first tweet to appear

@JennysMaster: @SlaveJenny86 are you ready?

My heart jumped in my mouth, quickly I typed back

@SlaveJenny86: @JennysMaster yes...

I watched as my boyfriend instructed me to remove my clothes, nude and kneeling on the floor I felt my repressed kinkiness rise to the surface. Quickly, before I could lose my nerve I reached for my phone and took a point of view photo down my stomach, over my neatly trimmed pussy and to my long legs. Without thinking I quickly posted it to my anonymous account.

My heart pounded in my chest as I realised I'd just released an explicit photo of my lower body into the wilds of the internet. What if someone recognised my birthmark? Was there some sort of identifiable information in the image itself?

A tone from my computer interrupted my panic "Very nice," my boyfriend commented "and your top half!"

I blushed fiercely as I thought of him watching me, wanking no doubt over the picture I'd just sent him. Quickly I scrambled into position, with my phone propped on the table I posed. My hair is too short to cover my face so I opted to wrap my arms around my head instead. After a couple of attempts I got it right, my face was hidden but my shoulders, breasts and toned stomach were on full display!

I imagined his bulging erection hardening even more as I sent the picture.

"If you're going to keep posting pictures you'll need to go and get your mirror."

Quickly I scrambled to the bedroom to retrieve my full length mirror, it was only a cheap one we'd picked up a few years ago but I loved it. My boyfriend despaired as I spent hours constructing outfits in front of it. My heart pounded as I dragged the heavy wooden frame into the lounge, if I needed a mirror then the bondage was about to start! Quickly I took a final snap of my nude reflection, the flash from my phone obscuring my face. It didn't take long for my instructions to arrive.

I had of course noticed the chest which had been left conspicuously in the corner of the room, for the first time I prised it open. Inside were all manner of cable ties and what looked like a child's plastic rocking horse, upon closer examination I realised how wrong I was!

Following the instructions I was given I attempted to sit on the plastic seat only to discover a rubbery phallus shape exactly where my pussy rested. After some careful maneuvering I was delighted to find a ribbed area directly under my clit. Cautiously I gave a gently rock and instantly gasped in pleasure.

The rocking motion had not only generated movement deep within my pussy but it had caused the shaped rubber under my clit to move, the faster I rocked the more it slid across me. At speed I could deliver almost constant vibration.

Once I'd discovered the delights of my new toy I was instructed to reach for the cable ties. They turned out to be more like plastic handcuffs, each one formed two loops designed to hold a captive's hands. The cuffs could be zipped closed and wouldn't release unless cut (sure enough my toybox also contained a pair of scissors held shut with a combination padlock).

I knew once I put myself into the plastic cuffs I'd be completely unable to escape until by boyfriend gave me the combination. Grinning wickedly (because this certainly appealed to all those exiled kinky emotions) I followed the near constant stream of orders on my laptop screen.

A few minutes later I'd managed to cuff each wrist to its thigh, pinning my arms to my side and rendering me practically helpless. I wriggled briefly but beyond creating the irresistible rocking motion more movement was practically impossible.

It took quite some time to twist around and type my message into the laptop! I put my phone next to me so that with effort (and some delightful sensations inside me) I could reach it, this I did and sent my absent dom another picture.

The reply flashed up on my screen, I was to rock on the device and describe my predicament to my fans. As I shifted my body weight back and forth I considered the message... my fans!?

Being isolated made the experience intense but knowing that my boyfriend and who knows how many others were following my progress made it erotic.

As I rocked backwards and forwards on my toy I felt the familiar warmth growing in my stomach, the idea of performing for strangers (even anonymously) was turning me on immensely. Unable to resist I snapped another picture.

"I have an improvement to your program for next time..." I glanced at the screen as my boyfriend continued to type "I want to be able to hire you out to other doms."

My face flashed with embarrassment, to be dominated like this by other people!?

I began to type, it wasn't easy in my bound state "I'm not sure how I feel about that..."

The reply didn't take long "I want you to write the feature, we can discuss the details later." That was fair enough, I wasn't against the idea, I'd just like to know what I was getting in to. Another message flashed "Nipple clamps, now!"

Ah, I should have known better than to speak out of turn. I wasn't a fan of the metal clamps and the silver ones with bells on were my least favourite, I glanced into the box... Reluctantly I pulled them out wincing at the jangling noise and lowering my breasts right to my bound hands.

The tingling sound from my chest reminded me to snap a picture to demonstrate my compliance, I really didn't fancy having to work out how to cane myself in my current bondage.

Apparently satisfied that there would be no more acts of defiance from me my boyfriend permitted me to resume my rocking. My nipples jangled with each movement and it wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building. Furiously I typed into the laptop at my side...

"Can I cum?"

"No."

I swore, I shouldn't have asked but the penalty for an unauthorised orgasm was far worse than nipple clamps!

I gasped as the surge of warm energy washed over me, I wasn't going to last much longer!

As if reading my mind a message appeared

"Keep rocking but don't you dare cum!"

He was getting his own back for my teasing at the weekend I was sure of it. I'd held him at the brink of orgasm for ten minutes before finally releasing him, I hoped he wasn't feeling as cruel.

"Please!?"

I begged, how could I convey my desperation? I wanted to cum, I needed to cum! Quickly I grabbed my phone, the photo I posted was better suited to a gynecology textbook than a porn magazine but it made the point, my juices flowed freely over the dildo and onto the plastic.

"We want you to beg..."

There was that word again, the plural intimidated me and turned my in at the same time but I was beyond caring. The orgasm burned inside me, if it wasn't released soon I may well explode!

"Please, please, please let me cum!!!"

There was a pause, one of the longest pauses of my life...

"Ok."

Pleasure swept over me as the climax took hold, I gasped as my whole body shook, sweat dripped from my chest, trickled onto the shining metal on my nipples and fell to the floor.

It was only much later once I'd been released, posted some photos of my squashed nipples and had a chance to log into the Twitter website that I realised the impact our playtime had made on the online community. My pictures had been shared by dozens and dozens of people, I had more messages than I could ever read and nearly a thousand people were following me. My heart pounded at the thought of all those men getting turned on by my body... This was something we may have to do again!