Story: Master PC:
Gaps in Time 5
Author: Abe Froman
(mc, mf, md, gr)
The following story is
a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under
18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and
fantasies. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further.
This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is
purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting
from reading this work. It is written with
thanks to JR Parz for his original idea and comments
and with apologies to him for any lack of quality. Any of the story’s faults are my own. Please send any comments/suggestions to me
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Maria woke slumped in her desk chair, a bit uncomfortable
and confused. As she fully regained her
senses, the memory flashed back into her mind.
Was it a dream perhaps? No – all
she had to do was check the history of her web browser to see that horrible
image of herself in all her glory, wrapped up in tight rope with her breasts
painted with that horrible contest slogan – like she was a used car ad.
Her mind was racing.
She had seen so many of her employees in that last image. Drawing in a deep breath, she brought the
image back up onto her screen. She tried
to avoid looking at herself as she scanned it.
Her heart was beating so fast, pounding in her temples. There they were – dressed in tiny little
outfits, grinning like they’d won Miss Universe, full breasts nearly spilling
out into the open. She was afraid to
step outside her door. If she actually
saw them all like that, like Deb, it would be too much to take. Had her entire company been turned into sluts
and bimbos?
Then she remembered her own breasts, or more specifically,
the holes that Deb (now absent and presumably back at her desk, grinning to
herself no doubt) had cut in her top at her nipples. Her eyes jerked downwards. “Oh god,” she moaned to herself. Not only were the holes still there, drawing
ready attention to her pierced nipples and their golden rings, but a chain had
been added to dangle between the rings, locked on with small silver locks – and
the chain was on the outside of her top!
She managed to cover herself up for the moment by putting her jacket
back on and buttoning it up.
She needed to get some clarity in her mind; to try to figure
out what had really happened. Back to
business then – she started pulling up company documents online and rummaging
through the filing cabinets where she kept all her important files and
contracts. In minutes she was able to
confirm the terrible truth. Not only had
Delacruz Industries, her pride and joy and life’s work, purchased this sex-toy
business, but her signature was over the deal and the contracts. Her mind was numbing as she looked through
the details – the warehouse, the inventory, the website, staff, research and
development (she didn’t dare think what that was) was all laid out, with audits
and evaluations. A wry smile crossed her
lips – at least her slutty self was still paying
attention to detail in business. She
continued to graze though the documents.
She stopped as she found a large manila envelope in with the
executive summary files. It was sealed, and addressed to her – the writing even
crossing the seal of the envelope as a protection against tampering. “Something I would do,” she thought. A double-take at the writing made it even
clearer – it was in her own handwriting. She tore open the envelope to find a
hand-labeled videotape inside – again in her own hand.
Her curiosity was intense as she slid the tape into the VCR,
the remote control gripped tightly – she didn’t sit down but instead stood
staring at the television, impatiently waiting for it to warm up and display
the image. She didn’t know why she was
so sure this wasn’t just another humiliating video – maybe the lack of
“presentation” or build-up. She pressed
play and was looking back at herself from the screen. On screen she was dressed in a tighter than
skin-tight red latex dress – tight enough that her full breasts were spilling
out over the low cut scooping neckline.
Rather than being engaged in a vigorous sexual activity, or being
humiliated by coworkers, she was just smiling and starting right into the
camera.
“Hello Maria,” came her own voice of the of television’s
speakers with a giggle, “I just wanted to talk to you, or to me I guess. Oh, and to make sure I’ve got your attention,
Master made it so you’ve got to do whatever I say. So, I want to go and sit down on the sofa, in
front of the TV, but first let’s get you more comfortable. Master probably didn’t let you notice this
morning, but there’s a zipper down the side of your skirt. Unzip it, and take it off. Then you can sit down.”
Maria felt so numb that she barely noticed that her body was
obeying. But in her haze, her fingers
found the zipper she couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen before, and freed herself
from the skirt. Of course, this left her
bottom bare but for the leather strap holding the dildo into her pussy.
“Okay, that should be enough time,” slut-Maria continued
from the tape, “but make sure your thighs are spread. So, Master tells me that you should know
about my latest acquisition, and the wonderful contest that goes with it. But I guess I should back up a bit
first. Master, who I guess you just know
as Mr. Foxx, has been keeping me up to date on how he’s been teasing you…or me…
it’s hard to keep track of it. I think
of the former me, which I guess is still you, as such a long time ago. God, we were such a prude, and not having any
fun. Say, speaking of fun – I asked
Master not to lock your dildo strap today, so take off the strap, and while I’m
talking, why don’t you start fucking that pussy of
ours with the dildo. Go ahead, I’ll
wait.”
On the sofa, Maria was mortified. Her eyes shot to the unlocked door and her
body responded on its own to nimbly unbuckle the leather strap, slide it from
her body, and pull the dildo, slick from her juices, out of her pussy. Her hand worked on its own, drawing it nearly
all the way out before sliding it back inside, over and over, achingly
slow. Maria’s face and neck burned red
as she helplessly fucked herself with the toy, her legs spread wide. As much as she hated to admit it to herself,
it felt so good, and she felt her heat build and her juices flow. All the time her eyes were locked on the
image on the screen. Her alter-ego was
sort of fiddling around, waiting to continue, but Maria’s eyes were drawn to
her own cleavage swelling inside the tight dress, the soft orbs of flesh
swelling visibly with each breath. She
was disgusted – was she now lusting after herself?
“Mmmm, I can just picture you in
my mind there, frigging yourself with that toy,” slut-Maria cooed. “I’ll bet Deb would like to see this. But, I want this to be just between us for now. So, where was I? Ah yes, I wanted you to know that Master has
been keeping me posted on your torments.
It’s a strange thing to take joy in the pain of your former self, but I
certainly am. I think of it as punishing
you for keeping us from having this kind of fun earlier. God, working so hard in
college, nothing but school, when we could have been going out to some clubs
and getting some action. I know
we didn’t have the tits or body we do now, but we could have made a lot of
people very happy, including us. And to
think that I never had this pussy licked by a woman, or wrapped my hands and
mouth around a set of tits and great at Denise’s. What a waste.”
The dildo was still sliding in and out of Maria, her nectar
now soaking her, running down onto the sofa.
Her body only had freedom of movement to squirm with pleasure, and she
found herself moaning softly.
“But oh no, we had to work and work. And even when we made it, we had our own
company, then still nothing. An
occasional date with some loser who didn’t know the first thing about taking a
woman and giving her some pleasure, or having her give him the pleasure he wanted. But instead, someone like Master looks around at what comes naturally, and you want to put
him out on the street. I’m so happy that
he found that program, and was able to save us.”
The jumble of thoughts and mixed emotions and sensations
were making Maria’s mind buzz. Her cunt was so wet, dripping around the dildo she couldn’t
stop teasing herself with – filling her body with a deep and growing pleasure,
but her mind with shame and fear of being discovered. As she heard these condemnations of her life
choices she told herself that she had done the right things all along and built
herself a successful life – this version of herself on the TV was just a puppet
of Foxx, made to think what he wanted, just like she was dressed like he
wanted. But there was just that twinge
of doubt driving her mad; she had longed at times for more pleasure, more company,
for something that was missing. As her
lust built steadily in her body, she just drank in the image of her own body on
the screen. How her
immense tits heaved, her stiff nipples and rings visible though the thin, tight
latex. Lips moist and shining
with a come-fuck-me red lip gloss.
Her whorish self continued to torment her, “But even now,
given a body that men and women would give anything to see and to fuck you’re
not happy. We’ve been given a Master
that knows how to take us to the limits of sensation, giving pleasure with an
intensity we’ve never know before.
Clothes that make people drool and fall all over themselves. And Master can even give us other people, and
make them into our fantasies. Do you
know how much I thank Master in my mind each time I can drive my tongue into
Denise? Or hold her wonderful tits in my
hands? But you, you’re still feeling
guilty, aren’t you? You don’t want to
feel this good. You’re ashamed even of
these!” With that, her hands went to her
latex dress, and started to peel it down her shoulders, freeing her breasts
from its tight grip. They seemed to pop
out into the air with enthusiasm.
Despite herself, a wave of pleasure hit Maria as she saw
those tits spring free. As she saw
herself on screen squeeze and knead them, she felt a wave of jealousy.
“I guess, my poor former self, that
I just wanted you to know that all of this is why I begged Master to let us buy
the sex-toy company. I found it for him,
and at least the education you made us get was useful. I was able to realize that not only could
having access to all those wonderful toys get me fucked in all kinds of new
ways, but it’s going to make us, and Master, even richer. So you see, I’m taking what you made us
learn, what you mortgaged our pleasure for, and I’m going to have Master make
up for lost time. And we get to be the
grand prize! Can’t you imagine it? Think how much lust someone is going to have
for our body, seeing all those photos of us.
Then think how much they would do to us will all the toys they
desire. God, a weekend isn’t going to be
enough time.”
Maria’s lust and dripping cunt
were defeating her. Tears rolled down
her face, but she ached for release. Her
entire body was a jumble of twitching nerves.
Her nipples were diamond-hard, and the chain between them shook with her
grinding motion.
“I also wanted to make this tape to let you know that I’m
having the time of my life – or the time of our life, and I wouldn’t give it up
for the world.” She got up and moved
towards the camera. The image started to
shake after she slid out of view, as she picked up the camera and moved it
around the room. The view spun to reveal
her living room, and there was Denise, her wrists cuffed and pulled up to the
ceiling and her legs spread wide. She
was stripped completely and drooling and smiling around a bright red ball
gag. Maria’s voice continued, “but now
I’ve got to go, and fuck this slut Denise as hard and as much as I can before
Master turns me back into you. Once this
tape ends, you can cum, lick the dildo clean, and strap it back inside
yourself. Then get your skirt back on,
and forget about the zipper again.
Bye-bye, baby.”
The tape ended with a flash of snow, then a blank blue
screen. Maria’s orgasm struck at once
and she heard herself moaning and groaning out loud as her body convulsed with
the release. It lasted for what seemed
like an hour, washing over her again and again.
When she could finally breathe again, she found her body going into
autopilot. With the orgasm past, she was
able to think clearly enough to feel the complete humiliation of being half naked
in her own office, licking and sucking her own juices from a sex toy. To an outside observer, she would have seemed
like an enthusiastic participant, lapping at it as if it were her lover.
Finally it was clean and pushed back inside her aching pussy. Minutes later, she stumbled back to her desk
in short steps, unable to determine how she had ever gotten the skirt off in
the first place.
She sat in a daze.
She couldn’t believe it. Had she
turned against herself? It was bad
enough being teased by Foxx, and she knew that he was using that damned
software to mess with Deb’s mind to turn her assistant into one of his
tools. She just didn’t know how to deal
with this. It even sounded like her, not
just her voice, but her way of speaking.
She had worked hard to get her life and her business, and now any of the
small doubts she’d had about what she’d sacrificed were being used to torment
her by this new version of herself. No,
it didn’t mean anything, she told herself.
After all, if Foxx can mess with her mind so much that she can forget
all those things, and that she can’t look at breasts without her juices
flowing, he could make her do and say anything.
She spend the rest of the day combing through the rest of
her files, trying to find out if Foxx had initiated any other changes to her
company. She was unable to find anything
new, but at least it was enough of a distraction. She gathered her things and made her way out
of the office to head for home.
The view of the general office was a genuine shock to
her. It looked something like the
Playboy mansion. All of the women
working for her were dressed only slightly more conservatively that Deb’s new
wardrobe. It was all tight dresses,
short skirts, stockings and cleavage.
She wasn’t able to lay eyes on one set of breasts smaller than a D
cup. The men were in a dazed kind of
heaven. They gathered in groups of three
or four, pointing out the merits of their coworkers with laugher and lust. There was visible swelling at the crotch of
more than one of them.
For the rest of the week, Maria’s torment was subtly
restricted to what she saw around her in the office. She tried to seek refuge in work, but more
and more the financial and business aspects of the sex-toy division took
over. Maria took some grudging pleasure
in that the company was hugely profitable.
But right outside her door, Deb’s clothing managed to make her look more
shameful than if she was naked. But Deb
was no longer alone in the office with her new fashion sense. Every woman working there seemed to be
purchasing all their clothing from the line available from their new
acquisition. Maria had to fight to stare
at their showcased cleavages, asses, legs and bellies – each sight tugged at
her growing new lesbian lusts. As her
mind filled with the sex acts that her body cried out for with each sight of
them, she cursed Foxx for the torment.
She was clearly not alone in these tendencies. Throughout the week, Maria was not able to go
to a meeting room, stock room or copy room without walking in on her employees
giving in to the atmosphere of lust – and she discovered two women together
just as often as a woman with a man.
They’d be wrapping their bodies all over each other, teasing each other
with a variety of toys, or she’d walk in just in time to see a woman wiping hot
cum from her face. Each time she
stumbled backwards out of the room, mumbling apologies as she blushed.
The same women that had complained so self-righteously about
Deb’s wardrobe so recently were now regarding her with confused looks for her
restraint. She could see in their eyes
that now that they’d been changed into pleasure-mad sex-toy models, they
couldn’t understand why their boss wasn’t joining in. Foxx kept her dressed in clothing that would
appeal to all and with their normal senses of decorum long gone,
their attraction to her was made very clear.
Only her position as their boss kept her ass from being slapped each
time she passed. They all loved their
jobs now, since the office had become a non-stop orgy, and weren’t going to
risk them.
What remained Maria’s most trying torment during the week was
the tape. She couldn’t get the
accusations of her “new” self out of her mind.
Had she really sacrificed her own life to work? What the bimbo plaything show to her really
happier than she was? She had made the
mistake of popping the tape in again on Wednesday, wanting just to hear it
again, but of course she was still compelled to obey the commands, and once
again she had found herself soaking her sofa and screaming through a
soul-shaking orgasm. But seeing once
again the joyful lust in her own eyes as she departed to take the bound Denise,
who looked just as gleeful, only weaken her resolve that she was right. Thinking back to before this whole nightmare began, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seemed as
happy as that version of herself.
It was finally Friday, the afternoon passing slowly, and
Maria was still tormented by these thoughts.
Her mind kept drifting as she was supposed to be dictating a letter to
Deb. Today, her assistant wore a knit
skirt that was past her knees, but the fabric moved in such a way that it
seemed to cling to her curves with each stride.
And the top had a cowl neckline, plunging deep down to her navel,
opening up a very generous view of her breasts.
Maria had to exert considerable effort to tear her eyes away from the
way the soft slopes of Deb’s tanned flesh moved with each breath or motion, the
way the chain dangling between the girl’s nipple rings went in and out of view.
Maria even found herself pacing as she dictated, something
she never did. She realized with a shock
that she was subconsciously doing it to get a fuller view of Deb’s body as she
jotted the shorthand in her notepad.
Passing by, moving closer each time, Maria’s gaze fell into Deb’s purse
that had fallen slightly open at the side of her chair. She drew in a deep breath as she immediately
recognized a number of toys poking into view.
Her knees were weak as the toys filled her imagination with
wickedness.
“Is everything okay, Ms. Delacruz?” Deb asked. Maria realized that she had stopped talking,
and she didn’t know for how long.
“Yes, yes, everything’s fine,” she mumbled. But whatever the letter had been about was
vanished from her mind. Would it be so
bad, she wondered, to give in? Her body
screamed for Deb’s flesh, she wanted to feel those tits in her hand and mouth,
to tasted the girl’s nectar, and lick her own off those full red lips. Could it be that bad, to allow herself some
pleasure on her own, after Foxx had been doing god-knows-what with her.
She walked to the door, and locked it. Deb was now following her movements, craning
her neck to watch, but neither of them said anything. Stepping back to Deb’s chair, Maria reached
down and gathered up Deb’s purse, spilling its contents out over the surface of
her desk. Along with her makeup and
other items, the toys fell out in plain view.
Deb’s eyes stayed on Maria, her mouth opened, but no words came
out. Maria took a pair of handcuffs from
the treasure, and walked behind Deb, gripped her wrists, tugged them behind her
and locked the cuffs onto them. With her
arms pulled back behind her, Deb was forced into a posture that pushed her
massive breasts out even further. Maria
moved before her and pulled at the loose neckline of Deb’s top, pulling and
stretching the fabric until both glorious tits were fully exposed.
“Oh, Ms. Delacruz,” was all Deb was able to moan before
Maria put a finger to her lips, commanding silence.
Maria picked a rather large cock-shaped vibrator from the
pile of toys and turned it on, feeling it shake in her grip. Working slowly, she started to rub it over
Deb’s exposed breasts. The soft skin was
stretched tight, and her breasts shook with the vibrations like
water-balloons. Maria moved all over the
mounds, dragging the vibe against Deb’s rapidly stiffened nipples. She guided the rubber cock between Deb’s
breasts and lifted it, pulling at the chain linking her nipple rings,
stretching them tight, and letting the vibration shake all through. Deb’s eyes were now closed, taking in the
sensations, giving in to the pleasure, just as Maria was.
Maria used the dildo to pull the chain higher and
higher. Deb’s eyes opened with a gasp,
the pain in her nipples growing as her full breasts were now being tugged
upwards. “Follow me,” Maria said in a
hoarse whisper. God, was she really going
to do this? She guided the cuffed Deb by
her nipples up out of her chair. Looping
the rubber balls of the anatomically correct toy over the dangling chain, Maria
released it for a moment, making Deb wait with the added weight pulling down at
her. Maria stood before her and removed
her jacket. Her own top was held
straining over her breasts with thin laces that took only seconds to tear
open. As she felt her own tits fall
free, letting Deb gaze at her nipples, ringed as well, Maria felt a surge of
power and pleasure pushing away her shame and self-judgment.
Turning her back to Deb, Maria bent forwards at the waist as
she slid down the miniscule skirt she’d been dressed in that morning. She made sure to bend enough so that Deb
would be sure to see the base of the bright red silicone plug filling her ass
as she kicked the skirt aside. Her heels
were locked on with ornamental silver padlocks, but she wouldn’t have removed
them if she could. Deb signaled her
appreciation of the view with an audible moan.
Maria turned back to Deb now, and she drunk in her beauty as well. Her breasts were framed and lifted high by
the stretched top. She moved to release
the cuffs just long enough to re-cuff them in front. She lifted the dildo from the taut chain, and
Deb responded with a “thank you” that was half moan and half whisper. Maria smiled, feeling real joy and affection,
and placed the dildo in Deb’s hands. She
backed up, moving as gracefully as she could, and lowered herself into an easy
chair, perching her ass on the edge, feeling the plug pushed deeper into her,
and spread her thighs wide.
Deb needed no further urging. She moved close, dropping onto her knees
between Maria’s spread legs. Deb first
slid the length of the dildo up against Maria’s sex, letting her feel its
length. Maria’s head rolled back, and
she purred with pleasure. Once Maria’s
juices were well spread over the toy’s length, Deb started to work it
inside. It was so large that Maria’s
mouth fell open with a guttural moan as it slowly stretched her and filled
her. She looked down to see Deb’s eyes
wide, so intent on her task as her cuffed hands started to slide the rubber
cock in her boss’s cunt. As Maria’s fingers laced into Deb’s hair, her
strokes increased in speed.
“Oh yesss, fill me up with it,
Deb, fuck me hard, fuck my cunt, tease my ass,” the
words had made their way out of Maria’s mouth before she could believe it. There was a twinge of shame that followed
them, but Maria wasn’t about to stop now.
Thankfully, Deb responded immediately, fucking her harder with the
dildo, and reaching down to push at the base of the butt plug. Soon Maria’s body was glistening with
sweat. Deb had gripped the base of the
plug and Maria’s breasts were bouncing as Deb pounded into her with both toys
at once.
In the end it took just a look down at Deb to finish her off. Maria gazed down between her spread thighs to
see this lovely girl, her breasts heaving, cuffed hands pistoning
toys into her, lips glazed with the juices drawn from stolen kisses from her
dripping pussy and her heart swelled along with her tortured clit. Her orgasm was wonderful and violent, her cum
splattered out around the dildo, and Deb’s eager mouth moved close to suck it
all it, extending and enhancing her release.
Maria pulled Deb up to her, releasing the cuffs as she
gathered her up in her arms. Their sweat
covered bodies slid against each other as Maria held her tight, unable to
express the sensations flowing through her.
After a while, Maria released her and reached forwards to pull the
fabric of her top out from underneath her breasts, smoothing it back to barely
cover them, as it had before.
“Deb, my love, thank you so much. I don’t know how to thank you,” Maria felt
tears in her eyes as her emotions spilled out.
Maria pulled Deb’s face to hers and kissed her deeply, and found the
taste of herself on Deb’s lips.
“I’ll think of something, I’m sure, Ma’am,” replied Deb with
a knowing wink. She gathered up
belongings, threw them back in her purse and made her way out of the office
with a seductive wiggle of her ass.
Maria fought it as much as she could, but soon feelings
guilt and regret were nagging at her.
Did she think she was getting anywhere by giving in to what Foxx
wanted? Was this what Foxx wanted? Would she be able to face Deb again? Could she explain what happened? What was she going to do if and when Deb
wanted reciprocation? It made her tired,
frustrated and ashamed. She fought to
hold on to that hour or so of pleasure, where she’d been able to feel nothing
but good, even if what she had done wasn’t the kind of thing she’d been able to
even think of before all this happened.
Did it make her terrible that she’d enjoyed it? Was that version of herself
on the videotape right? Had all her
choices been wrong up to now? She felt
like she was losing herself, and she no longer had the clarity of thought or
strength to even know if she cared.
As she sat in her office, trying
to think, she was constantly interrupted by the chime of her email. As an additional tease Foxx had set it up so
that all the contest entries came directly to her email address. Each one contained a list of the toys they’d
bought. Many also included enthusiastic
personal notes, about how much they loved, lusted or drooled over the fabulous
Maria Delacruz, and looked forward to making her fantasies come true as well as
their own. Maria was compelled to read
each one fully, with a mix of repulsion and curiosity filling her thoughts.
Finally the day was over, and
Maria started her walk home. After the
afternoon’s frolicking, she was very aware of the plug inside her. Her mind was racing once more. She wondered if giving in to lust for Deb was
an act of strength or weakness. As well,
she knew Denise might be home, and her body would lust for her in the same way
as it had for Deb. Would this afternoon’s
experiment make her more or less likely to give in again?
When she arrived, as always, she stripped
out of her street clothes and into the leather cuffs and collar that made up
her “uniform.” The plug would
have to remain in until Foxx chose to remove it, but the apartment was silent
so she assumed she was alone. She
started to quietly explore the apartment.
She looked in all the rooms, save Foxx’s, and didn’t see or hear anyone. Either Foxx was quietly sound asleep in his
room, or she was alone. She still felt
strange walking around her apartment wearing only the straps of leather, but at
least it was a strangeness she was used to.
She took a bottle of water from the fridge and moved back to the living
room to read. Only then did it catch her
eye.
Sitting on the dining room table was Foxx’s laptop, open,
with a simple starry sky screensaver humming away. She knew nothing about the software that had
given Foxx his control over her and all the others, but she assumed that there
was a reason she’d never seen his computer unattended before now. All of a sudden, Maria became very aware of
her own heartbeat. She moved over to the
table, and slid into the chair behind the laptop. She sat there upright, on edge but also with
the excellent posture that her butt plug commanded.
Her finger grazed the touchpad, and the screensaver flipped
off. She looked at the application, and
it was indeed called “Master PC.” She
took another glance over her shoulder, and restored the minimized window. Up popped two rotating, apparently perfect,
three dimensional images of her body with statistics flowing down beneath
them. On the right it was her as she was
now, right down to her current uniform.
Looking at the image she was amazed how much her body shared the shape
of Denise and Deb. It was different in
certain ways, but the curves were so sexy, her breasts so wonderfully round and
firm. It was a shock, given this unique
perspective of her form, to realize that she had the body she found herself
lusting after in others. And though the
image bore the outfit she currently wore, the look even in those graphic eyes
was the look of wicked lust that had stared her down from the videotape. This image, spinning like something on a
showroom floor, was the “new” Maria in mind and body.
Even a bigger shock was the image on the left. It was the old her, how she had looked and
dressed before the fateful day she fired Foxx.
Wrapped in a conservative pants suit was a very plain and ordinary
looking woman. Her face was basically
the same, but the body amazed her.
Compared to herself now her breasts seemed tiny and the curve of her
waist and hips barely visible at all.
Was that really how she looked?
Maria realized that she’d been surrounded by women like the new version
of herself almost exclusively. Except
for the women that turned their heads in disgust as they saw her walk the
sidewalks between the office and home, nearly every female form she encountered
at work on in play had felt the touch of Foxx’s desires.
She was becoming bolder as the seconds passed. When she first sat down, she was sure Foxx
would appear behind her immediately somehow and punish her for daring to look
at this, but now she started a further investigation of the screens before
her. The two windows mirrored each
other, with references to her measurements, skin sensitivity, hair color and
length. Then even more detailed
information relating to her desires, compatibility and desire for the same sex,
for the opposite sex, fantasy life… on and on it went. She was amazed to discover the detail of
control Foxx had available through this piece of software.
With that thought in her mind, she found a way to open up a
new window. She entered Foxx’s
name. Now her skin was tingling and her
heart seemed to be beating its way up into her throat. In a split second Foxx’s
image and statistics filled the screen.
Her wide eyes hadn’t even begun to drink it all in when a secondary
warning popped up behind it. “This profile has been locked, and is read-only
without administrator password access.”
She cursed silently, but still looked over the information. She barely seen Foxx in any of the tapes
she’d be shown and if he’d been with her himself she had never been allowed to
remember it, so she had a certain curiosity to see what he had changed of
himself in any intimate way. As she read
over the information, she found herself drawing in a deep breath. “God, what must it be like to get fucked with
that thing? And so much cumm…”
She closed the Foxx window, and looked back at the spinning
versions of herself. There was a kind of
help or dialogue window at the bottom of the screen. She decided to try a question.
“Is this profile read-only?”
“No, this profile can be read, modified and/or deleted,”
came back the automated response.
Deleted? “How will
deleting a profile affect the person?”
“If the current configuration is deleted, the subject will
revert to the backup, if available. If
the backup is deleted, the subject’s current configuration will become the
permanent or default configuration.”
Maria was amazed at the rather matter-of-fact way this
software dealt with such amazing power.
Was this really it, just sitting under her fingertips? The last weeks were running through her head
as she sat there, stunned. Her first
moments of panicky confusion over her blackouts, then the crippling humiliation
over the things she’d been made to do. Being with women, even women that she’d known. Seeing the changes in Deb,
and more recently in all the rest of women that worked for her. Being tormented by her own recorded
self, knowing that some new version of herself had masterminded some of her
physical and mental torments. And
had all of that led somehow to her “experiment” with Deb? It made her head spin.
Finally Maria knew that her mental torment could end. She pressed DELETE.
EPILOGUE:
Maria smiles and whistles to herself as she’s getting ready
to leave after the latest photo shoot.
As her hands smooth out the last details of her outfit, she smiles with
the awareness of how much she loves both not only the look of her body in the
mirror, tight thin latex gripping her, but the feel of it on her body, hugging
her tight. She’s pleased she was able to
convince her Master to make her breasts larger; the way they now filled out
this outfit approached perfection. Her smile
grows with the thought of how hot the photos and video of sweet Deb teasing her
to three orgasms with the new line of vibrators and toys are going to be.
She steps out from the photo studio into the rest of the
office, seeing the women around her, drawing in their scents with a deep
breath. It gives her a fresh flush of
arousal and she reaches up to give her stiffening nipples a hard double pinch. She loves these women, her coworkers, and her
beautiful assistant most of all. She’s
proud of the atmosphere of love and pleasure she can provide them, as well as
the lifestyle the healthy profit sharing her success makes possible.
But as much as she loves her company, the lifestyle that its
profits allow her, and all this beauty around her, she can’t wait to get
home. Only there will she be able to
fully cast aside her role as a boss like an actor walking off the stage. At home, in her proper uniform, she’ll be
able to fully dwell in her true nature as her Master’s slave and pet, feeling
the exquisite experiences of his control and the touch. Perhaps tonight he’ll share himself with both
her and his other beloved pet, Denise.
As she reaches the street, she pulls the zippered front of
her latex top nearly down to her waist, feeling her breasts strain to be free,
the fleshy mounds pushed tight together.
God, she loves the stares and whistles, the feeling of raw lust directed
right at her. It’s just what she needs
to be properly wet when she arrives home to be with Master. She whistles as she walks and feels the warm
afternoon breeze up under her skirt.
THE END
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