Spirit of Cyber

by Antoinette

Chapter Five:   Nine to Five  

She wasn�t sure how long she sat there at the side of the bed in stunned silence, staring at the little hourglass. When the alarm suddenly sounded off she shook violently then rose slowly to move around the end of the bed. She reached for the button on the alarm, jabbed it quickly then jerked her hand back clasping it against her racing heart. With slow steps backwards she moved to the end of the bed and knelt. Her eyes never left the little hourglass, as she assumed the position of submission.

Her outer appearance, of complete and total calm, belied the turmoil inside her head. What did this mean? Where had that come from? She knew, no one was in the house with her she could feel that. The calm quiet atmosphere had not been disturbed. Who was this Master? How could He come to her in a dream and make it seem more real than what she accepted as reality? As much as she wanted to dismiss it all as a dream of a fevered imagination she couldn�t deny the reality of the little hourglass that mocked her from the top of the alarm.

She closed her eyes to find His face in front of her, then opened them just a quickly. This morning she found that she could not concentrate, so instead of forcing it she rose to her feet and moved into the bath and her shower. She gazed for a moment at the unremarkable woman in her bathroom mirror. With a confused sigh she closed her eyes and hung her head as she leaned on the counter with her palms flattened against it cool surface.

Raising her eyes once more to peer into the mirror, she gasped and took a startled step backwards. The image in the mirror was still hers but the woman she saw was bound by silken ropes that held her hands in front of her at waist level, the ropes wound around her breasts and circled her arms and waist before passing between her thighs and wrapping in thick coils around her lower thighs. A white silk scarf blindfold covered her eyes, contrasting sharply with the dark waves of her hair.

She turned her head from the image swiftly to blink several times before looking back once again to see her own pale image gazing back at her with wide startled eyes.

" Sister we are in deep shit here. " she told her reflection. " I don�t know how this happened and I don�t know why. But, we have to figure out a way to get out of this mess."

With a weary sigh, she turned and stepped into the shower, adjusted the heat and spray and let it beat down on her head. She tried to lose herself in the heat and the thrumming of the water on her skull for a few minutes before picking up the soap and lathering her hands. She began to smooth the mint- scented lather across her shoulders and neck, her hands working down across her breasts where her fingers found her nipples hard and sensitive to the touch.

As her hands traveled down the smooth expanse of her stomach the water washed the soap down between her thighs. The mint in the soap washed across the delicate tissues of her pussy, the cool sting sent a rush of pleasure up her spine. She groaned and stepped back to let the water wash the mint away, spreading her thighs as she directed the spray against her lower torso.

The spray of water seemed to concentrate its force against her clit making her gasp and shake, " Oh dear god! " she whispered. How was it possible that she would be so sensitive to the touch of the water? It felt like the bite of a million tiny whips against her skin. Already she could feel the threatening rushes of impending climax. She longed to give in to the delicious warmth that awaited her on the other side of that fall. She hovered at the edge her body thrumming with the rhythm of the water.

Suddenly the water went icy cold, and she squealed with surprise, leapt back away from the freezing stream. Diving forward quickly she slammed the faucet shut before sweeping from the shower stall to pick up the bath sheet that hung at ready beside the shower door. Turning she stared at the shower nozzle for a moment, it has never done that before, but maybe she should be grateful that it had as she had been so very close to orgasm. It would only have earned her punishment from Him. For a half a moment it crossed her mind that He had had something to do with what just occurred, she brushed that notion aside and went quickly through her morning routine, dressing for work in record time.

Her eyes and mind studiously avoided looking at the hourglass that sat so innocently atop the clock radio. She didn�t look in the mirror again, even while brushing her teeth, for fear of what she would see there.

She filled her insulated coffee cup from the pot that was brewed each morning courtesy of the timer on the drip coffee maker, gathered up her briefcase and keys before hurrying out the door to her black Lexus. She navigated the morning traffic in a daze, sipping her coffee and trying very hard not to think about the dream or the Master that haunted it.

It wasn�t until she had parked in her space at the office building, which housed the advertising agency, where she was head of the art department, and she was approaching the front doors that she realized how she had dressed that day.

She saw herself walking toward the tall reflective glass panes, dressed in the dark a-line skirt that fell short of her knees by several inches and clung to her hips. The silver gray v-necked wrap around blouse exposed the generous cleavage of her breasts and accented the upright posture with which she moved on the black pumps with the three-inch high heels. Her hair was a dark cloud that flowed over her shoulder and lifted in the slight morning breeze.

She stumbled to a halt before the door, in mid-reach for the handle, " Oh boy, I have to pull myself together. " she murmured. Taking a deep breath she pulled the door open and stepped into the air-conditioned lobby. She crossed quickly the bank of elevators, pressing the button for the seventh and top floor of the building. When she stepped out onto her floor the receptionist, Anne, looked up and smiled curiously. Her eyes taking in the skirt and blouse instead of the tailored slacks and blouses she was used to seeing on her boss.

" Good morning Kay." She held up the little stack of messages. " Not much going on today. Mr. Grainger called to reschedule his appointment with you, he is still overseas, I remade it for Thursday. Sean wants to go over the new layouts for the Hessler beer campaign. He will be here at ten-thirty. " Anne�s petite little form hurried after Kay�s long legged lope to her office. " I like the outfit you are wearing today Kay."

" Thanks Anne," She looked down at the skirt and blouse again, " I just felt like wearing something different today, I guess." She thought to herself. * At least that sounds better than I have no idea what possessed me to dress like this today.*

Kay�s confident stride carried her into the confines of her neat and well- organized office. She sat down in the leather office chair slipping her briefcase underneath the kneehole of the desk. She automatically reached to boot the computer to life, but her fingers stopped mere centimeters from the keyboard.

She chided herself for being silly. This was work and there was no way that He would be able to breach the sanctuary of her work computer with all of its firewalls and protections. She logged in, began going through her mail and inter-office messages. Anne moved across to the counter at the side of the room and where she poured Kay a cup of coffee and added creamer. She returned to set the cup on the desk and stood watching Kay for a moment, an almost wistful expression on her face. Kay murmured her thanks and sipped the coffee as she became absorbed in her work. She didn�t notice when Anne left the room to go back to her own desk and didn�t look up again until she heard a tap on her door.

A quick glance at the clock above the door informed her that Sean was late as usual she hoped that he had made the corrections to the layouts as she had asked him to. He was good at what he did, but he tended to go off on tangents of his own, taking things to elaborate limits. It had been her experience that simple and direct ads worked the best for most of their clients.

" Come." She called out, and a shudder ran through her as the words left her lips. Her thoughts flashed back to the dream of the night before.

The door opened and Sean stepped in. She watched him as he stepped to the worktable with the large portfolio and began to lay it out. He had the lazy self-confidence of a lion, which in many ways he resembled, from the wild mane of blonde hair to the green eyes with golden flecks. He turned to beam his brilliant white smile in her direction as she rose from the desk to join him.

" You are looking exceptionally beautiful today, Kay." He told her, his well-modulated baritone voice purred at her.

" Thank you Sean. So what have you come up with?"

She stepped around the table to stand beside him and gazed down at the offering he had laid out on the table. As she stepped up beside him their shoulders and arms touched, something she would not normally have paid a moments notice to, but today she seemed to be hyper-sensitive to his presence. She shivered a little as the sharp tang of his cologne filled her olfactory senses. Her fingers fluttered across the pages of the ad layout, while her eyes scanned the details, but her thoughts were on the warmth of his breath as it brushed ever so lightly across her cheek.

"He's looking at me." the thought flashed across her senses like a neon pulse, acknowledged and dismissed just as quickly. She noted a few changes she thought should be made. Just as she was getting ready to point them out, her computer signaled an instant message had come through. She glanced at the computer and once again began to speak, when it began to ping insistently.

" Seems somebody really wants to get your attention." Sean told her, his eyes twinkling with good humor.

She smiled up at him and nodded, " Somebody had better have a good reason for being so annoying, that's for certain." She walked back across the office, toward the desk, speaking to him over her shoulder, " I think I would like that with a slightly different blue for the background."

She swung her hip around the corner of the desk and sat down, her eyes going to the instant message box. Before she even read the name of the sender or the message she typed... STOP!! ...Then she looked at the sender�s name. She froze her mind tried to rearrange the letters to make them fit into the context of work. But, no matter, it still spelled Master_ Phoenix. She began to read the messages, trying to make sense of them.

" I hope you enjoyed last night, pet."

" Your co-worker there with you wants you."

" He wants to fuck you."

Her eyes shot up to where Sean was looking down at the layouts on the table. She took a shuddering breath to steady her panicked heart. Looking back at the monitor she read.

" Do Not send him out of the room!"

She closed her eyes, swallowed hard. A panicked child ran around the corners of her mind screaming, " How can he know that? How can he know I was getting ready to do just that? How can he be on this computer?"

" Is everything alright Kay?" Sean asked from across the room. His green eyes went dark with concern when she looked up at him. She had gone pale, her almond shaped eyes wide with something he couldn't quite define. Fear? Guilt? She quickly composed herself, but not before he thought he'd seen a hint of sexual hunger flash across her face.

" Fine." she answered hoarsely, she cleared her throat, her fingers rose up to flutter across the hollow of her throat. " Everything is fine." She smiled at him but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Her cheeks flushed a deep peach as she quickly dropped her eyes to the coffee cup and reached for it. Lifting it to her lips she looked at the monitor again.

" Go back to work pet. Go back to stand beside him and make a few suggestions that have nothing to do with the layout. Make him want you so much that he has to touch you in some way. Then come back to your Master."

She sat for a moment fingers poised over the keyboard. She had not yet answered any of His posts, aside from so rudely telling him to "Stop." But given that He knew so many details of what she was doing in the room, she had no doubt as to His knowing that she was sitting there reading the words and trembling as the tides of emotion tore at her.

" ANSWER ME LITTLE ONE!!!" His post roared from the screen.

" Yes Sir." She typed quickly and sent.

" Good pet." He answered, " Now go and do as I ordered. He must touch you in someway that proves to me that you have enticed him beyond his ability to resist."

A million reasons why she should not do what he wanted her to raced across her mind. Then the screen filled with an image in which she recognized herself, it was the dream, Her body swinging by her wide spread feet, the white scarf holding her wrists pinned against her waist. The image of a strange looking whip, a many fingered version of a buggy whip, which descended to snap against the backs of her thighs, flashed and then the screen was once again back to her original wallpaper and the message window.

She leaped up from the seat as if it had burned her. Eyes fixed on the monitor she read another post from Him. " You are Not to let him have sex with you. Just make him want it so bad he can taste it."

She rubbed her hands across her upper arms the room seemed to have cooled considerably in the last few minutes. After she posted one more, quick " Yes Master." she turned and walked back to the worktable on shaking legs. She was intensely aware of her nipples coming to hard points beneath the soft silk. She kept her eyes down until she was at the side of the table, as she stepped back into her previous place beside Sean, she raised her eyes to meet his, the corners of her lips raised, almost smiling at him.

His eyebrows rose speculatively. He didn't quite know what to think about this sudden shyness from his superior. He felt a stirring in the area of his pants zipper and shifted nervously. Shifting his focus back to the layout where she was suggesting some changes be made.

She looked up at him, her head tilted to the side, a smile played at the corner of her lips. " I think that there must be a softer sexier blue that could be used for the background. This is too harsh and glares don't you think?" Her expression was frank and open, with just a hint of something more primal glinting in her eyes.

He studied her face as if seeing it for the first time, and struggled to drag his attention back to the drawings on the table. Something about her had changed in a subtle way, but he couldn't define exactly what the difference was. He sensed a vulnerable softness in her manner that he had never seen before. It made him long to put his arm around her and protect her from some unknown threat.

He tried to pay attention to the things she was pointing out with regard to the layout. But his eyes kept straying to the gentle curve of her throat, fighting down his urge to lean in close and place a kiss at the delicate dimple where her neck met her shoulder.

She straightened and turned to face him. Leaning back against the table, bracing herself with the heels of her hands against the table�s edge. Her eyes traveled over the athletic form of the man who stood beside her, her thoughts considering what she could and would do with him if the chance arose. Her nipples pressed harder against the silk of her blouse, she watched his eyes as they fell to the hard little points, his tongue slipping out to moisten his lips. He swallowed hard causing his adam�s apple to bounce, his eyes rose to hers guiltily.

She smiled and dropped her eyes to the floor. When she raised them again, she spoke quietly. " You do excellent work Sean. I appreciate your creative talents." Her eyes gazed into his penetratingly. " I have to think of cost considerations here too. The client wants the best program for his business at a cost he can afford."

While her words spoke of business to him, her eyes spoke of a deep and burning desire for his touch. His hand lifted as if under another�s control, ever so gently he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. Her eyes closed at the feather light touch of his fingers, they skimmed down her cheek, across the side of her neck, pausing to linger one moment at the dimple he longed to kiss, before he reluctantly broke the contact.

When she opened them again the soft touchable Kay was gone. Her business face was back the eyes had shut down, her soul no longer open to him. She turned to the table and pointed out several things that needed to be changed and dismissed him with a friendly smile and a deadline.

Even as she sat back down at her desk the message window alert sounded and Master Phoenix�s message window lit up. She sat for a full thirty seconds staring at the monitor, her emotions a turmoil. Her eyes looked around her office, looking for something out of place, something different. " Smile! You�re on candid camera she thought." That was the only logical explanation. There had to be a logical explanation�didn�t there? The only other answers left were beyond her power of credibility. His words came back to her, " you won�t know if I�m an angel or the devil himself."

With a deep sigh, she opened the message box and read his words.

" Very good little one."

" How do you know this stuff?? How did you get through to this computer? I don�t even use this id on this computer!!! " Her fingers tapped out the hysterical message and sent it before she reined herself back in. Her hands fluttered to her lap and lay there, trembling.

" I am your Master. You doubted me when I said I could reach you anytime anywhere. Do you doubt any longer? "

Her eyes closed and she took four deep slow breaths before lifting her hands to the keyboard to answer him. " No Sir."

" Good little one. What time is it little one?"

Her eyes dropped to the corner of the monitor where the time was displayed. For a moment her thoughts scrambled for the significance of the time.

" How long since your shower my pet? Pull your skirt up, lean back in your chair. Put your foot up on the corner of the desk and play with MY pussy."

Her eyes flashed to the door. She maintained an open door policy, what was she supposed to do if someone walked in? But, her body was already obeying him. Her fingers slipping up under the hem of her skirt, her left leg lifting to balance against the edge of the desk, she began to tease the full wet lips of her pussy through the thin material of her thong panties. His orders flashed across the screen and she obeyed them, every nerve in her body alert, her eyes fastened on the door of her office.

" Pinch your nipples between your fingers." He ordered. She moaned as she pulled and pinched the taut buds. " Pull them up and out from your body and hold them till I tell you to release them" She obeyed her fingers digging in hard against her skin she tugged and twisted as His words demanded.

" Now release them." Her fingers obeyed. " Drag your nails up your thighs and over your pussy lips." Again she obeyed, a shudder raced up her spine. Her hips arched up against her fingers, her clit pulsated with the need to be touched. " Press your fingernail against your clit, feel it like the blade of a knife."

She pressed the tip of her fingernail against her clit, hissed quietly at the sharp tip pressed against her skin. Her hips rocked up to drive her clit against the nail harder still.

" Flick it with your fingertip. " His post came up on the monitor screen.

She obeyed and cried out very quietly as the movement sent her quickly toward the edge of no return.

" Do not cum, little one. Now flick it faster. "

She obeyed, the nail flickering across the head of her clit sending little spasms through her body. Her heart pounded in her ears as she gasped and tried to obey His orders not to go all the way to the apex of release.

" Stop! " His words blazed across the screen. She whimpered and fell back limply in her chair, her breasts heaving as she fought to suppress the tides that threatened to crush her.

" Very good little one. Now listen to me carefully. Tonight after you have spent you time in meditation of your service to me. You will get on line and come to the room where we first met. I will be waiting for you."

Her shaking fingers replied, " Yes Sir. "

" Good now go back to your work. I have something special planned for tonight."

With that said his message window indicated that he had gone off line. She sat staring at the screen for several minutes, her body trembling, thoughts racing forward through the hours in anticipation of being with Him again. She wondered what He could have planned for her.

The intercom sounded off and startled her out of her reverie. With an effort she pulled herself together. Cleared her throat and pressed the button to answer.

" Yes?"

" There�s been a delivery for you Kay. It seems you an Admirer. This is the biggest bouquet of roses I�ve ever seen outside of a flower shop.

Her brow creased in a puzzled frown. " Is there a card?"

" Yes� umm� all it says� well there are only initials on it� M. P. "

A shudder of fear uncoiled from the pit of her stomach and raced up her spine. All the questions of how He knew the things He did became a screaming cacophony that made her reel.

" Kay?" Anne�s voice came through the speaker once more, " Kay?"

" Yes Anne." She whispered.

" Shall I bring them in? "

With a sigh, she answered. " Yes Anne. Please do."

She tried to appear nonchalant when Anne pushed her door open, and stepped in behind a massive bouquet of what appeared to be at least six dozen of the deepest blood red roses Kay had ever seen. Their spicy sweet scent filling the room so completely that for a moment Kay felt dizzy.

" Well you seem to have found yourself an admirer with expensive tastes." Anne commented wistfully.

Kay tore her eyes from the masses of flowers to look at Anne. " Tell you what� take these back out to the lobby. Let everyone enjoy them." She plucked one bud from the bunch and took the card. " They are too beautiful to keep to myself. "

Anne nodded and made her way back out of the office. Kay watched her go as she moved to the little private bathroom to fill a bud vase with water. Her hands trembled as confusion ran rampant through her thoughts. But, she became sharply focused when one of the massive thorns on the stem stabbed into the pad of her thumb.

" Ahh hell! " she muttered. With a heavy sigh of resignation she sucked on the drop of blood � she didn�t see any choice now except to follow the path that He was leading her down. Clearly He had the advantage here. But somehow she would find out how He was doing this. She knew that she would not get any rest until she knew as much about Him as He did about her.

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