At His Command This story unfolded almost two months ago, so the details are fuzzy and somewhat fudged to make for a better telling. A good 90% of it is true, and that’s close enough to call it non-fiction, in my book. I had been instant messaging a guy friend from SF for a while and one Friday night I was really horny and wanted to do something a bit different with him. We had yet to formerly cyber and I was eager to try it with him. I already knew, from the tone of our IM’ing, that he was a dominant male and he knew I was really into that sort of thing. The stage was set. After typing back and forth with him for a while, and drinking a bit of wine, I hooked up my microphone and got out my Hitachi Magic Wand. I pinged him to let him know what I was planning to do and then started an internet phone call with him. He did not have a microphone, so all he could do was type as he listened to me. We started flirting a bit, then I started up my wand and started scanning RedTube for porn clips that would help me get off. Meanwhile, my friend started typing commands at me, telling me exactly what he wanted me to do. As we talked, we sent links back and forth to one another so we were watching the same clips at the same time. Between him telling me what to do, the porn, and the buzzing of the wand on my clit, I was getting pretty worked up. My breathing got faster, my voice higher pitched. He heard these things coming through his speakers and got more aggressive with his tone. I got close to coming and he could hear it, then he typed the words “Stop!” on the screen. I pulled the vibe away from me, and sat there panting as my orgasm retreated. He said, “Good girl, now start up again.” Once again, I applied the head of the wand to my engorged and throbbing clit, bringing myself close to climax. “Stop!”, came the command on the screen, but I did not see it, my eyes were closed. When I opened them I saw, “Stop! Stop! STOP!” With great effort, I pulled the vibe away from my thickened nub once again. By this time I was soaking wet, my juices flowing down to the wooden seat of my desk chair. I put the g-spot attachment on my wand and inserted it into my slick slit. As I watched a clip he had found, and read his words, I ground my clit into the head of the wand and started panting, getting closer and closer to reaching the summit. Again, as he heard me getting to the point of no return he told me to cease stimulating myself. I sighed in disappointment and begged him to let me finish myself but he said, “NO! You cannot.” This teasing went on for a while and finally he allowed me to come, but at that point my clitoris was numb and my second glass of wine had been consumed. Try as I might, I could not hit the spot that got me hot. I was getting frustrated and let him know it. He typed, ”Slow your breathing down, relax, don’t push so hard, let yourself come.” I tried to obey him, but I was so worked up, it was hard. Sweat was coming off of me as I rocked in the chair, grinding harder and harder into the wand, forcing the penis-like g-spot attachment deeper into myself and applying more pressure to my tortured clit. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I told him I could not look at the screen anymore and just held my eyes tightly shut, focusing with all my might on coming for him. I felt a tidal wave of clitoral ecstasy come crashing to the shore of my very core and allowed myself to be swept away. I screamed out as I came, surge after surge of contractions overwhelming me. Finally, I was done and sat there, soaked with sweat, laughing out loud, and thanking my friend. I apologized for taking so long, but he would have none of it. Shortly after, we said our good-byes and I turned off my computer and went to bed. I slept well that night and will never forget how intense that night was. If you are reading this, my friend, I hope it was the same for you.