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Sub-Flame Returns her Master's kiss happily.
 Lord-Raptor Watches his subbie leave.
Debbie hit the exit button and the chatroom logged her
out. She left the computer running. Debbie had two phone
lines, so it didn't matter if she stayed connected forever.
Kit poked Debbie in the ribs. "Raptor? My god, kiddo,
couldn't you come up with something a little better than him?
Hell he's such a stuffed shirt. He thinks he was born with
that title."
"Oh he's not so bad when you get to know him. Actually
he's pretty tentative and insecure when you get him private.
All his strutting and pompousness is for the general public in
open rooms. Besides, you know how it is on the weekends.
Most of the interesting chatters are out having real lives." She
stuck out her tongue at her two best friends.
"You know it was either Raptor or something tame with a
Thrall. Though, to be honest, he was throwing off some pretty
good cyber-vibes today."
Kit woo-hoo'ed loudly and pushed Debbie from her chair.
"This I got to see for myself." The other two watched her,
knowing it was impossible to deter her, and neither really
wanting to.
* * * *
Kit's hands danced over the keyboard and she was quickly
logged in as Mistress-of-Life. Kit was a switch. She would
come in both as a sub and a Domme depending on her mood.
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Most chatters knew this but some did not approve. Still,
everyone knew that most of the regulars switched from time
to time. Like everything though, Kit made a production of it
and hid it from no one, so she earned the scorn of some of
the more hypocritical chatters. Kit enjoyed that part best of
all. Sometimes she would go into a room in her Domme
persona and go on and on about some brutal session she had
suffered in real-life, complaining about her welts incessantly.
Kit did a /goto, and quickly was in the same public room as
Sub-Thrall. She ghosted a second to be sure he was not in
service to anyone right now.
 Mistress-of-Life Summons Thrall to her knees Sub-
Thrall Runs to Mistress-of Life and kneels at her feet, back
straight, head high, eyes downcast.
 Mistress-of-Life Holds Thrall's head and then snoggles
his tonsils out.
* * * *
One of the British chatters introduced the word snog to the
others. It meant necking, hugging and kissing, foreplay.
Everyone quickly ran with it and soon their was lots of snogs,
snoggling, snoggles, etc., going on. Once someone mistyped
the word kiss and it came out liss. To cover their mistake,
they claimed it was a kiss with lots of tongue, so now lissing
was among the favorite activities too.
Kit invited Thrall for a private chat.
 Mistress-of-Life David they all knew each other's real
names an honor in chat Ingrid and Debbie are here with
me, would you like to go private with all three of us?
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 Sub-Thrall Nods.
Kit set up the room and invited David in. Within minutes
they were steaming each other's screens with many lurid
suggestions.
"Cyber-vibe is an understatement girl." Kit hissed to
Debbie at one point. More than ever, they could feel David in
the room with all of them and they were getting pretty
worked up
Kit regretted two things right away. First was that she was
not alone with David. She knew he could satisfy himself, but
she did have a modicum of propriety, and would not satisfy
herself in front of her friends. The second was that she had
not come in as her submissive persona. David was in rare
form and she felt like kneeling before him and offering herself
to him completely.
After what seemed like an eternity, they parted and no one
felt like speaking. Kit snapped off the computer. Finally, she
broke the silence and said "Whatever that boy is eating, we
have to get some. Damn!"
The others didn't laugh. They just nodded their assent.
They moved around the house quietly for an hour or two.
Debbie, tidying up a little and Ginger and Kit unpacking in the
guest room. Later they all got dressed and made themselves
up for the evening.
* * * *
Ginger was usually uncomfortable with long silences, and
would often joke or sing to fill them. She noticed, however,
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that she was enjoying this night's quiet and moved silently in
the glow of the encounter.
As they where gathering in the living room to set out on
their adventures, Kit said what they had all been feeling.
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