AUTHORS: Salustra 
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; 
Title: Typing Lesson
Pairing: Fred/ Cordy
Rating: For Adults Only 
Summary: Someone is getting interesting incentives to type better. 
Spoilers: None. 
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing, just having fun. 
Warnings: bdsm, f/f slash. 
Distribution: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- 
BtVS/Ats RP http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance. 
Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it is going. 
Feedback: Please? E-mail to goddess_salustra@juno.com
Length: 454 words. 



Typing. She had to concentrate on the typing. It was really hard, though. She was 
mostly naked, with a few interesting additions. 

A waist cincher pulling in her waist and making it a little hard to breathe, but 
accentuating her ample hips and breasts. 

Her feet in shoes with fuck-me 6-inch heels, locked on. Not too bad, since she was 
seated, but they made her feel precarious. Especially with those ankle cuffs 
locked with short chains to the chair, keeping her balanced foward. 

Her wrists were likewise cuffed, and locked with short chains to the seat of the 
chair. She could just barely reach the keyboard as long as she stayed in that 
forward position. 

Inside her was a cold steel chrome-covered buttplug. It was a work of art, with a 
blue jeweled end, but it was firm inside her and she could feel it. In addition 
was an absolutely huge thick vibrator, with a remote control. She, of course, 
didn't have the remote. The person who did was absolutely diabolical in triggering 
it at just the most interesting moments. Like when she had to answer the phone. 

Around her neck was a collar. Not just her regular collar, but a posture collar, 
keeping her head up and forward. She couldn't look anywhere but at the screen in 
front of her. 

Then there were the nipple clips. The focus of her torment. If she didn't type 
fast enough, or if she made too many mistakes, or did anything else wrong...her 
tormenter would push a button and another weight would drop down onto a line 
between the clips, pulling more on her nipples. 

She was being watched via several webcams all around her. Being webcast, she knew, 
for pay to anyone willing to pony up money to watch her. Adding to her torment, in 
a corner of her screen, she could see the count of how many people were watching 
her. 

She whimpers as she hears a little bell chime. She hasn't typed fast enough, and 
another small weight slides down onto the line, pulling on her sensitive breasts, 
and the tormenting vibrator starts inside her as well. 

Fred sits in her room, watching the webcast, smiling as she sets down the button. 
Cordelia was such a very pretty slave, and this was turning out to be quite 
lucrative. She was really glad that Cordelia had asked her for help in becoming a 
better secretary. She wonders, quite honestly, how often she'll be able to make 
Cordelia come before 5:00. Without ever touching her. Technology was such a 
wonderful thing.