BOUND BY THE WEB
                                                                                    
                                                   R. S. Greene                             


    Slowly Adrianna's eyes began to close, her body heavy with exhastion, her mind becoming less focused 
with every moment that passes. Jerking her head up sharply, she awakes herself yet again, staring at the 
bright glow of the monitor screen trying desperatly to focus on the words that now swim before her, mixing 
in a blurry mass of blue on white, willing the person on the other end to end her bondage by finally alerting 
her with the wanton words that would say that he was cumming buried deep with in her welted ass.
    Finally focusing she realizes that he has finally wrote the yearned for words, the Oooo's and Ahhhhh's 
that are usually accompanied with final thrust's and shudders that always controle the body when orgasim 
has been achieved, and with a heavy sigh, she returns the words of excitement, words that discribe the 
tingling burning sensation of orgasim that courses through ones body, words that were not true to her exact 
feelings at that time.
With a deep yawn she says good bye to yet another cyber "Master", stretching as she closes her connection 
to the web.    "Suitably named", she thought to herself as she lit yet another cigarett,  she felt as though it 
were a giant web, trapping her for hours on end, holding her captive in the virtual realm of online sex.  
     Unconciously she takes the last drag from what must be her 30th cigarette of the day, she realizes that 
she is smoking a lot more now than she ever did before discovering the chat realm and tells herself that she 
will keep the pack in a different part of the house from that point on. 
    Slowly she stands as she snuffs out the cigarett with her left hand and she lifts the, "I'll Start My Diet 
Tomorrow", coffee mug to her cyberly kissed lips draining the last swallow of the cold black coffee with 
her right. 
    Feeling drained of all energy, she quietly makes her way through the darkness of the house as she gropes 
her way to her waiting bed. She thinks of all that could be reality, but never would be.  She sighs as she 
draws the multie colored covers back  and climbs under the warmth of the heavy winter patch work quilts, 
asleep before her groggy head even touches her over stuffed pillow.
                                                             *   *   *


    Sometime with in the early hours of the morning she begins to conciouslydream. Knowing in her mind 
that she is dreaming, yet feeling as though the events were real. She feels her lovers fingers hot on her flesh, 
and the firm cutting pressure of the strips if leather binding her feet and hands to the X which is clearly 
fasioned by welding two thick steel bars at the center point.  Large holes had been drilled through on the 
ends of the thick pipes for the purpose of threading the tethers and binding her arms and legs wide spread, 
exposing a her body to the scrutinizing eyes and punishing hands of her Master. 
    Flexing the muscles in her legs and arms she tugs, testing the bonds, but finds that they hold her securely 
in place, with no hope of excape.  She relaxes and allows her eyes to gaze about the dimly lit dungeon type 
room, but views only emptyness.   
    A sudden tense nervouse feeling flows over her, panic rises as she tests her bonds again, not liking the 
feeling wanting to wake up, but unable to comand her mind to respond to anything other than the fleeting 
thoughts of what was to happen to her.  Quick images of clamps, whips, paddles, dildos, and candle wax 
flash through her muddled mind, and then for the first time she notices the scant sent of sexual lust past 
spent.  
     She finds it strange to be catching such a distinct smell, (especially while dreaming), and this new found 
knowledge adds to her rising panic giving her cause to call out for help, her voice weakly reverberates back 
to her off the empty stone walls, taunting her, sounding hollow and meaningless.
     She gathers all of her strength and yanks at the tethers, trying to loosen them, to stretch them far enough 
to work her hands free, but only suceeds in making her muscles sore and her wrists raw. 
    Exhastion overwhelming she collapses, her body goes limp, the storng tethers hold her weight as she 
drifts into a black void of unconciousness.
    Jerking she suddenly wakes.  She looks around at the familiar surroundings of her bedroom, not focusing 
on anything particular, disoriented, feeling the reminants of panic still with in her. 
    She moves slowly, deliberatly, fearing that she will find her self still bound, just dreaming that she is in 
her own bed. She gingerly moves her arms as her heart races, and is relieved to find that they are not bound, 
she heaves a heavy sigh as she relaxes for a few reflective moments before rising to meet the new day. 
    Again she begins to lift herself out of bed, feeling exhasted, her muscles sore from the struggles within 
her sleep. She brings her hands to her face to rub away the sleepy feeling but she notices that there is 
something very wrong with the way her hands look, puffy, slightly bruised and swollen. 
    Forcing her still sleepy eyes to focus, she examines them closely, fear replaces her tiredness as it dawns 
on her that her wristes are raw and bruised.

TO BE CONTINUED..............