The Virtual Man [The Virtual Reality 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Nikki Sinclaire

patent-leather corset, all decorated with metal studs. Around her neck she had a black patent-leather choker with a metal ring that he assumed was probably used for …
    Who was he kidding, he had no clue what the metal ring was for.
    Black patent-leather six-inch spike-heeled sandals highlighting her pretty little toes, newly polished red, completed the outfit.
    Goodness gracious, was he developing a foot fetish now?
    She continued speaking in a low, sexy mixture between a sultry groan and her good ol’ Georgia drawl.
    “Very nice. I just know we are going to have so much fun tonight. Just you, and me, and a few of my toys.”
    “What kind of toys do you have in mind?” he asked, trying to keep his voice under control to avoid betraying the panic he was now beginning to feel.
    “Oh, just a few little things that won’t inconvenience you any since you are a computer generated character. If you were a human being, though, made of flesh that can tear and blood that can gush out of an open wound, then matters would be different. It’s a good thing holographs don’t feel pain.”
    “Computer, end program!” Derek commanded in panic as he hung there, watching and realizing the computer no longer obeyed his commands.
    “Silly boy, the computer only responds to human commands.”
    Tiana walked over to a gothic-looking armoire he hadn’t noticed until now. She opened it, revealing an impressive collection of rods, switches and whips. After taking her time and carefully inspecting each one under Derek’s concerned gaze, she finally settled on one.
    “I think we’ll go with a cat o’ nine tails,” she stated matter-of-factly.
    Derek prayed she was referring to an alien kitty cat. His hopes were quickly dashed when she approached him with a mean-looking leather whip in her hand. Each one of the nine ‘whips’ split off into nine strands that he had no doubt would rip through his skin in no time. If he hadn’t been so unnerved he would have calculated out the total number of strands. At the moment, though, such a calculation held little interest for him.
    “Ah, Tiana, I don’t think this is a good idea. Don’t forget, the upgrade gave me the ability to feel emotions and pain.”
    “Darlin’, I would never hurt you. Computer, turn off my Personal Attendant’s ability to feel pain. There, now you won’t feel a thing, and I’ll be able to whip you even longer, relying on the fact that I won’t be hurting you. Do scream and pretend like it hurts, though.”
    “Hello, it doesn’t work that way. I wasn’t designed to be able to turn off my senses, you know.”
    “Oh, don’t be such a big baby. You’re not real. Pain is not a reality to you.”
    Tiana lifted the whip and swung it with all her might hitting the wall beside him, just inches from his manhood. Derek heard the whoosh of the whip, felt the breeze that it created sweep across his chest and down past his favorite organ, followed by the loud crack as it hit the wall.
“Shit!”
    “Oh, dang it, I missed,” she teased. “I was hoping on landing all 81 little strands on the tip of your holographic cock. Guess I’ll have to try again.”
    She released his cock from the pouch of the g-string. Wickedly, she stroked her long red nails down its length and back up. Teasing the very tip of his manhood, she bent down and wrapped the thin strands of the whip around its base, beginning to pull the leather tight. Tiana placed her hungry mouth on his cock and began to tongue the tip. She sucked him as she pulled the cat-o-nine tail strands tighter.
    His rod twitched and pulsed with desire. It tremored with the need for release. He was getting closer. Tiana attacked his engorged member with a lust she had never felt before, for anyone or anything. Derek appeared confused between the need to breathe and the need to moan as both actions merged into a single sound that gave him away. He was readying to come. Tiana continued stoking his fire, feeling his cock twitch