Logged On

[BadForm]

Katheryn smiled as she said goodnight to her lover, BigHardDick. She knew she shouldn't be using the sex channels on IRC for pleasure, not as a 'faithfully' married wife, but then she shouldn't have to. With her husband gone on road trips for his computer firm three weeks out of the month, however, she was left with little choice. Still, she felt guilty about it. When they were together, he was a phenomenal lover, romantic, passionate and committed. Even when they were apart he called her regularly and made sure she had everything she wanted... except... when he was away he couldn't give her what she truly wanted. And that was why she was here.

Still, she was grateful to have such a wealthy and dedicated husband. As a woman who had grown up poor, the self-made businessman of her husband Sean ensured she would never have to face that poverty again.

But she was lonely. More so with her son and daughter recently left for college, children that had taken most of her time until they left, she had a huge hole in her life.

With a trill, an AIM window popped open in front of her. It was from someone she didn't know and so she assumed it was another porn advertisement and she was about to close it when she read what the message actually said.

"Katheryn, would you like to see the chatlog from your last session?"

She looked at the screen again - she'd been given email addresses from a couple of her lovers and this did not match the name of any of them. Worry rising in her mind, she stared as the screen suddenly scrolled. 20 lines of text including the screaming orgasm she'd just typed with BigHardDick scrolled past her. At the bottom of which was her ip address. She stared numbly at the screen.

The cursor blinked, then.

"Would you like Sean to see the full chatlog?"


OOC: Anyone wanna pick up the part of Katheryn. I'll leave Katheryn's description to you, but recall she has a son and daughter who just entered college - so no 21 year olds

 

[little_golden]

Kathryn in Shock

Katheryn was in shock as the unexpected message flashed in her computer screen.

"This is a joke right?" she asked herself. But the typing in the instant messenger continued.

The message was clear:

"Katheryn, would you like to see the chatlog from your last session?"

Her big house was empty with her husband on an extended business trip and her two children at college. She felt a nervous chill in her body.

Is someone in the house? No... Can't be... The alarm would have activated Kathryn decided.

The name on the message was foreign to her.

"Is he someone I met on line? Is that a nickname I remember? I never use my real first name - how does he know it? Is it a guy or a gal? What do I do?" Kathryn spoke aloud nervously in panic.

Then the log of her last cyber fantasy flashed online. But the text had been modified slightly so that her online nickname of CyberKitty69 was replaced with Kathryn Jones and listed her hometown of Titus.

If this guy sends this text anywhere.... Shit... Kathryn panicked.

The reflection on the computer screen captured a delicate petite woman in her mid forties but still attractive with died blonde hair, a small waist and small breasts. At 5'5 she was short and weighed 97 pounds which fitted her small framed body. As she looked in the computer, she was dressed in a slutty black outfit, a satiny black bra, a crotchless pair of matching panties, garter belt and black fishnet stockings.

Suddenly, she felt very self conscious of the outfit she had worn for her cyber session.

But no one can me she reassured herself. But then in panic she looked to the small video ball that rested on top of the monitor....

"But it's on... But I didn't activate it.....Who did? How? Maybe my computer is hacked!" Kathryn screamed out as she flicked back her hair.

The cursor blinked, then.

"Would you like Sean to see the full chatlog?"

Kathryn typed back:

Cyber_Kitty69: Go away you sick fuck.. You must have me mixed up with someone else....

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

For long seconds the cursor simply blinked quietly away without response. Whether the person at the other end of the screen was typing, or waiting, or even had left was impossible to tell.

...

..

.

Then the screen flashed a new message.

The_Monitor: I'm sorry you are saying that, Katheryn.

She still could not work out who would be using the id "The_Monitor."

The_Monitor: I assume, then, that your daughter is not named Cheryl, that your son is not Isaac and that your husband Sean's email address is not seanjones@cyberwares.com?

A further pause. Seemingly s/he was allowing time for her to contemplate her next move.

The_Monitor: Very well, Katheryn. If that is so you won't be upset when I send the chat log.

The_Monitor: I'm just pasting it now...

 

[little_golden]

Katheryin was nervous and watched the screen nervoussly hoping that the other messenger would get bored and go away. She didn't dare close the window and instead watched as the cursor simply blinked over and over.

Sh watched as "The_Monitor" typed away:

The_Monitor: I'm sorry you are saying that, Katheryn.

The_Monitor: I assume, then, that your daughter is not named Cheryl, that your son is not Isaac and that your husband Sean's email address is not seanjones@cyberwares.com?


Cyber_Kitty69: You have the wrong person
Katheryn type in desperation. This was no longer a joke and she was getting spooked.


Cyber_Kitty69: I don't know anyone like them. Maybe you should just leave nice people alone!

Again she waited until the other person put the cards on the table:

The_Monitor: Very well, Katheryn. If that is so you won't be upset when I send the chat log.

The_Monitor: I'm just pasting it now...

Cyber_Kitty69: WAIT!
Kathryn typed in panic.

Cyber_Kitty69: PLEASE!" she added.

Why is that person doing this? Who is that? Katheryn fretted.

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

The cursor blinked as she typed and hit enter. For long seconds afterwards, it continued to blink its worrying ticking on the screen. Was this person ignoring her, did s/he not here the AIM trill of her response?

Finally his words came back to her.

The_Monitor: Wait for what, Kathrynn?

The_Monitor: It sounds like you are worried that I would send this out to these people you don't know. Now why would that be?

The_Monitor: Unless you lied to me... is that it?

Another pause while s/he typed.

The_Monitor: I don't like liars, Kathryn. And if we're going to continue talking you should know that. So why don't you tell me how sorry you are?

 

[little_golden]

Katheryn was growing more and more nervous as it seemed that the unknown person she was chatting with knew quite a lot of information about her.

"Wo are you?" Katheryn spoke to herself as she nervously pulled a pink blanket from the floor to wrap herself, as she suddenlt wanted modesty.

Then he wrote:

The_Monitor: Wait for what, Kathrynn?


Katheryn typed:

CyberKitty69: Well... I don't want you to react to fast... Why rush?


His words flashed:

The_Monitor: It sounds like you are worried that I would send this out to these people you don't know. Now why would that be?

Katheryn didn't respond but then more words flashed:

The_Monitor: Unless you lied to me... is that it?

Another pause while s/he typed.

The_Monitor: I don't like liars, Kathryn. And if we're going to continue talking you should know that. So why don't you tell me how sorry you are?

Kathryn was worried.

"Shit I have to respond..... I don't want to... But I have to... I can't take the risk of being exposed... My husband would go nuts... My kids would be humiliated...." Katheryn spoke to herself.


Katheryn typed:

Cyber_Kitty69: Okay... I'm sorry.... I shouldn't have lied... Yes ... My name is Katheryn.... I'm telling the truth now... So you can leave me alone....

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

His response came quickly.

The_Monitor: But I don't want to leave you alone, Kathrynn.

The_Monitor: Infact, I intend to get to know you really well.

The_Monitor: REALLY well.

The cursor blinked as The_Monitor typed more.

The_Monitor: You are probably wondering just why you would even continue talking to me, eh?

The_Monitor: Well, if the idea of the chat log going to your husband isn't enough, let me show you what I'm thinking of sending to cjones@sandford.edu... that IS Cheryl's school mail address isn't it?

A new window popped open, stating that The_Monitor wanted to send a file. Kathryn accepted the transfer and waited until she could click it open. Inisde were three pictures: her, dressed and in front of the monitor; her, with a hand down her skirt; her naked and typing one-handedly to the screen. They were from her experience this night and were taken from a location close by to the left. She turned and saw a small red light hidden in among the books on a nearby bookshelf. A further investigation revealed a tiny camera, its lead disappearing behind the bookshelf.

 

[little_golden]

Katherine simple watched in surprise as his words were slowly typed onto the screen:

The_Monitor: But I don't want to leave you alone, Kathrynn.

"Just leave me alone prick!" Katherine shouted at the screen.

The_Monitor: Infact, I intend to get to know you really well.

"You keep away from me and my family!" Katherine yelled out since she was alone in the house and could vent her rage.

The_Monitor: REALLY well.

The_Monitor: You are probably wondering just why you would even continue talking to me, eh?

"Bastard!" Katherine hissed.

The_Monitor: Well, if the idea of the chat log going to your husband isn't enough, let me show you what I'm thinking of sending to cjones@sandford.edu... that IS Cheryl's school mail address isn't it?

Katherine started to type:
Cyber_Kitty69: You leave her out of this. If its between the two of us. Leave it at that! You want money?

There was no reply, except a file that was being sent and Katherine quickly opened it without thinking:

"That's me! Shit!" Katherine whispered as she saw three pictures of herself in the lingerie that she was currently wearing. But the pictures had in in key moments during her cyber session when he had been playing with herself. In one picture Katherine had her hands touching her pussy, in another she peeling off the lingerie as is almost completely naked and in the third she's captured in all her glory in her lingerie.

As Katherine looked around the room, her anger grew as she noticed the small red light that signaled a hidden camera.


"That's against the law! Dammit! Someone broke in!" Katherine yelled out.

Back at the computer Katherine typed:

Cyber_Kitty69: Damn you. You invaded my house. I could call the cops. You better not bother me......

Cyber_Kitty69: And you listen here - leave my family out of this!

Katherine wondered where this crazy man or woman was going?

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

The first message came quickly.

The_Monitor: Heh, Kathrynn, do you know how sexy you look when you're angry?

The_Monitor: When you scream like that, it makes your breasts swell against your teddy.

The_Monitor: Go on, Kathrynn, scream at me again...

The_Monitor: Yes, I like that.

There was a delay as The_Monitor let her rant for a while, seemingly enjoying the sight.

The_Monitor: Now, Kathrynn... since you've got that off your chest I'm going to tell you how things are going to be.

The_Monitor: You are going to be my cyber slave. As long as you comply with everything I say, nobody need know. I promise you that much.

The_Monitor: Of course, if you give me a hard time... if you'll pardon the pun... I'll push harder.

The_Monitor: Believe me, Kathryn, I've been in your house a lot. You can't even imagine the ways I can push.

A few seconds longer and s/he messaged her again.

The_Monitor: And don't keep threatening me with the police Kathrynn...

The_Monitor: If you were going to call them you would have done so already. You would at least have ripped my camera out.

The_Monitor: Secretly, you like this, don't you slave?

The_Monitor: Or are you not ready to admit that yet?

His/her final message came after giving her yet more time to rage or control herself.

The_Monitor: If you're willing to be my slave, strip now. I want to see your body again.

 

[little_golden]

Katheryn got up and walked around the room quickly. She was angry and needed to think this through.

I have to keep this a secret.... she decided. As she neared the computer screen she saw the letters appearing:

The_Monitor: Heh, Kathrynn, do you know how sexy you look when you're angry?

"Bastard!" Katheryn hissed at the monitor, as if, she was talking to a real person.


More words flowed onto the screen:

The_Monitor: When you scream like that, it makes your breasts swell against your teddy.

The_Monitor: Go on, Kathrynn, scream at me again...

The_Monitor: Yes, I like that.

Kathryn shook her fists at the screen and without realizing put on more of a show than she realized in her lovely little outfit. She yelled and even through a pillow onto the floor as she vented her rage.

More words came across the screem as she read then slowly trying to figure out where this was all going.

The_Monitor: Now, Kathryn... since you've got that off your chest I'm going to tell you how things are going to be.

The_Monitor: You are going to be my cyber slave. As long as you comply with everything I say, nobody need know. I promise you that much.

The_Monitor: Of course, if you give me a hard time... if you'll pardon the pun... I'll push harder.

The_Monitor: Believe me, Kathryn, I've been in your house a lot. You can't even imagine the ways I can push.

Katheryn typed back:

Cyber_Kitty69: It would never work. How would I know I could trust you. I would always be worried. When would it end?

More words flashed onto the screen:

The_Monitor: And don't keep threatening me with the police Kathrynn...

The_Monitor: If you were going to call them you would have done so already. You would at least have ripped my camera out.

The_Monitor: Secretly, you like this, don't you slave?

The_Monitor: Or are you not ready to admit that yet?

"You bastard!" Katheryn again shouted at the screen.

"Who are you really? This is a sick joke right? A prank right? One of my friends from the club?" Katheryn typed into the keyboard.

Then another message appeared:

The_Monitor: If you're willing to be my slave, strip now. I want to see your body again.

Cyber_Kitty69: You sick bastard!
Katheryn typed.
Walking over to the mini camera she grabbed it and pulled it. To her surprise it was wireless and looked miniature yet very sophisticated.

She looked into the camera:

"God damn you!"

Slowly Katheryn started to remove the little jacket that went with her outfit......

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

The_Monitor: Nice tits, Kathrynn.

The words on the screen were selected as an insulting flattery, a nudge to her denial.

The_Monitor: And wonderfully erect nipples too...

After a pause, The_Monitor typed yet more, and in doing so responded to her questions... albeit in ways she would not like.

The_Monitor: Kathrynn, you ask an important question. How can you trust me?

The_Monitor: I guess I have to prove I mean what I am saying.

The_Monitor: I like the picture of you touching your pussy... don't you?

The_Monitor: Well, Kathrynn... I'm sending that to shyvixen@hotmail.com.

It took Kathrynn a second to realize whose email it was - she'd seen it and used it, but not often. Finally it dawned on her: this was her neighbor Beatrice from number 36.

The_Monitor: There, I've sent it. I expect she'll contact you either today or tomorrow to ask what is going on. It's up to you how you deal with it.

The_Monitor: Oh, don't worry, she won't tell anyone. She's even more of a closet slut than you are... if that's possible.

The_Monitor: Now, if you dare to challenge me again, I will start sending things more globally. I do have your whole outlook address book. There's some interesting names in there too.

The_Monitor: Oh and if you ever... IF YOU EVER try to pluck out one of my electronic eyes again, rest assured I'll be adding a few other names to that as well - things from hubbie's address book and your kids'.

The_Monitor: Perhaps even set up a porn site and include your and their addresses.

The_Monitor: You've stopped stripping, slave. Why have you stopped stripping?

 

[little_golden]

Katheryn watched the words floating across the screen:

The_Monitor: Nice tits, Kathrynn.

The_Monitor: And wonderfully erect nipples too...

She knew he was watching her remove the little overcoat. Now her delicate petite woman was under his scrutiny and she could sense his eyes upon her. The fact was she looked like a sex kitten in the little slutty black outfit, the satiny black bra, and the matching crotchless pair of matching panties, garter belt and black fishnet stockings.

"Take a good look bastard... They're not for you!" Katheryn whispered. This time she hoped he didn't hear her. Her words came out too fast.

She sat back at the chair at the computer, and tried to curl up in a ball to partially hide her body. But his typing continued:

The_Monitor: Kathrynn, you ask an important question. How can you trust me?

The_Monitor: I guess I have to prove I mean what I am saying.

The_Monitor: I like the picture of you touching your pussy... don't you?

"Bastard!!!" Katheryn hissed.


The_Monitor: Well, Kathrynn... I'm sending that to shyvixen@hotmail.com.


"Please no!" Katheryn whispered as she rushed to start typing a reply.

CyberKitty69: NO! DON'T SEND
Katheryn typed.

Kathryn whispered to herself as she thought aloud:

"That Beatrice.... We're not friends.... I don't know what she'd do with it.... No.... Oh no.... I'll have tp phone her... Tell her it's a virus... A fake... A prank... She's a prude and a gossip too" Katheryn started to think in panic.

The_Monitor: There, I've sent it. I expect she'll contact you either today or tomorrow to ask what is going on. It's up to you how you deal with it.

"Bastard! Why did you do that!? I was listening!" Katheryn bitched angrily.

The_Monitor: Oh, don't worry, she won't tell anyone. She's even more of a closet slut than you are... if that's possible.

"Fuck you! That was nasty and mean!" Katheryn yelled out.

What a fucking mess I'm in! she decided.

The_Monitor: Now, if you dare to challenge me again, I will start sending things more globally. I do have your whole outlook address book. There's some interesting names in there too.

The_Monitor: Oh and if you ever... IF YOU EVER try to pluck out one of my electronic eyes again, rest assured I'll be adding a few other names to that as well - things from hubbie's address book and your kids'.

The_Monitor: Perhaps even set up a porn site and include your and their addresses.

Cyber_Kitty69: Please no... I'm really sorry... Please... I'm married... It would ruin him... and my kids go to private schools....

Katheryn was looking for mercy.

The_Monitor: You've stopped stripping, slave. Why have you stopped stripping?

Katheryn got up quickly ad made a show of dancing beside the computer as she unclipped the back of her black satin bra and now now her creamy white breasts (34B) dangled free as she moved in a circle to pretend music. She ran her hand through her dyed blonde hair trying to be sexy....

 

[BadForm]

The_Monito

The_Monitor: Damn, Kathrynn... why the hell does your hubbie spend so much time away when he has a hot slut of a wife at home?

Words of sickening encouragement continued to pour onto the screen as she stripped. None of them comforting, each infact more sickly than the last.

The_Monitor: Oh yeah, swing those tits, let me see you squeeze them.

The_Monitor: They look sensitive... do you prefer it when they're licked or bitten?

The_Monitor: No, don't stop... show me your cunt.

The_Monitor: That's right... now take off those stockings, I want you naked.

The_Monitor: Good, Kathrynn, why don't you spread for the camera. Go on, lean over the chair and show me what you look like from behind.

Suddenly he stopped.

The cursor on the screen blinked, the silence perhaps more shocking than the depraved words prior to it.

For a few minutes, there was no message.

Then:

The_Monitor: Now you're ready for bed, Kathrynn. Go sleep, but keep the light on and stay on top of the covers.

The_Monitor: I've set up some eyes in your bedroom, Kathrynn. I want to see how you look when you dream.

The_Monitor: If you want, you can pleasure yourself.

The_Monitor: Well, Kathrynn. I am going to log off now. Don't forget to log on tomorrow.

The_Monitor: I know you have no job, so you can spend as much time as I want you to with me.

The_Monitor: I might not be there when you log on, but if you aren't when I want to see you, I will make sure people around you start to realise who you are.

The_Monitor: Don't worry, Kathrynn. I realize you might have to go out for something to eat or to shop.

The_Monitor: So, I'll start letting your pictures out slowly if you don't respond.

The_Monitor: Day 1, I'll just send to Tony Douglas. You know, the kid across the road. I believe you've caught him trying to spy on you sometimes. He'd probably like the pictures.

And with that, there was a lowering trill of music and she received a message that The_Monitor had logged off.

 

[little_golden]

Cyber_Kitty69 On Display

Katheryn danced around slowly as she made a game of it. For a second she squeezed her breasts together, but this time she curved her shoulders making her breasts appear even larger. It was an old trick, but her husband Sean always loved it.

Think Demi Moore Katheryn told herself as she danced around.

It's attitude.... I know how to dance... I know rhythm... I have to think like an entertainer.... Think like a stripper... Be a cock tease Katheryn thought as she danced.

After a few minutes, Katheryn was feeling horny. She was getting into it. There was something weird about the situation that scared the hell out of her and made her horny.

Looking up she saw his/her words flash across her screen:

The_Monitor: Damn, Kathrynn... why the hell does your hubbie spend so much time away when he has a hot slut of a wife at home?

The words were like a slap to her face. On one hand they were insulting, yet, on the other, maybe the man was really impressed with her sexiness. This was sort of complimentary.

Katheryn typed back:

Cyber_Kitty69: Just how well to you know my husband?

Katheryn was trying to get some info. She was desperate to figure out how this stranger knew her and her husband. Was it from work? From some team her husband was on? Through Chruch or some charity? Was it a neighbor?

He/she broke her thoughts as they typed back:

The_Monitor: Oh yeah, swing those tits, let me see you squeeze them.

Kathryn made a show of squeezing her breasts together again. But this type she rolled her nipples the way her husband Sean loved to do. The effect was immediate as her nipples poked up further and further under her loving attention. To her own shock she suddenly licked one and then the other. The pleasure rippled through her body and she knew she was wet and a very horny girl.

Looking up at the screen she saw:

The_Monitor: They look sensitive... do you prefer it when they're licked or bitten?

Katheryn stopped suddenly very self conscious.

Looking to the screen, the words flashed omnimously:

The_Monitor: No, don't stop... show me your cunt.

On cue, Kathryn planted her bum onto the computer chair and every so slowly unzippered her legs. She was making a big show of it until at last her legs were fully parted (almost a full sideways split). To the viewer, her pussy was mostly display and her forest of a black pubic bush partially hide her sweet pussy lips. The three black ties that closed the black satin crothless panty were all too visbile and unnatual.

Katheryn slowly worked her fingers around the ties and through them as she made a display of touching herself. She could smell her scent and knew she was hot and ready for a man. But it wasn't to be as Sean was away. Instead, she slowly untied the three satin bows and proudly with pouty lips displayed her pussy to the unknown man or woman. Using her fingers she dipped them into her soft flesh and gently spread her inner lips to show the stranger her delicate soft pink flesh. She was wet and hot.....

Looking down for a moment, she realized it was a sluttish thing to do.

Maybe he'll jerk off and leave me alone... Maybe it's a lesbo and now she's seen what she wanted..... Katheryn tried to justify her behaviour.

Next, she unclipped her stocking from the garter belts. Looking up to the screen, she again felt silly, but not having the stranger in the room itself made her more daring.

This isn't real..... It's pretend... Cybering isn't real... Not really cheating... Just silly funp she rationalized.

The words flashed again:

The_Monitor: That's right... now take off those stockings, I want you naked.

Katheryn quickly repositioned her bum on the little computer chair and made a point of grabbing her feet with her fingers with her legs spread. It was a tricky move and expertly she balance herself for several seconds before slowly rolling down one black fishnest stocking and then the other. Her legs weren't long but they were think and very sexy nonetheless.

As she tossed the stockings aside she looked to the screen.

The_Monitor: Good, Kathrynn, why don't you spread for the camera. Go on, lean over the chair and show me what you look like from behind.

No... I can't... I shouldn't Katheryn told herself.

"I have to" she whispered as if overuling her better judgement.

Katheryn turned her rear end to the monitor and gently wiggled it. Her bum was still very firm for a woman of her maturity. She wasn't a 16 year old anymore but she was still attractive enough to garner attention.

Very slowly, Katheryn leaned forward and allowed her breasts to spill over the back of the chair and she spread her legs. Now her her rear end was sully displayed along with her pussy and asshole. Again she wiggled her ass and then she used her right hand to gentle trace the lines of her pussy.....

Kathryn stayed there a minute suddenly relieved she couldn't see the screen.

Is he typing more? Should I turn around? Maybe he or she is gone? Count to 10...1....2....3....4...5....6....7...8...9.......10 Katheryn thought.

She turned to look over her shoulder as she pulled back some loose strands of hair. There were no new directions or comments. It was over...

Kathryn felt relieved. Quickly she got dressed and then wrapped her coat on top. She grabbed a pink blanket and further wrapped herself in another protective layer. She wa still very horny but right now she just wanted to shut down the computer and figure out what to do next.

As she moved to the computer to turn it off she watched in disappointment as new words flashed across the screen:

The_Monitor: Now you're ready for bed, Kathrynn. Go sleep, but keep the light on and stay on top of the covers.

"What?" Katheryn hissed at the screen.

The_Monitor: I've set up some eyes in your bedroom, Kathrynn. I want to see how you look when you dream.

"You bastard!" Katheryn hissed.
"How did you get in here?"

The_Monitor: If you want, you can pleasure yourself.

The_Monitor: Well, Kathrynn. I am going to log off now. Don't forget to log on tomorrow.

Why should I log on? Maybe I need you online for the police to catch you... Those cameras are an invasion of my privacy.... Katheryn thought.

The_Monitor: I know you have no job, so you can spend as much time as I want you to with me.

Katheryn typed...

Cyber_Kitty 69: Look I gave you a show. It's over. I have a life. I have to do lots of errands and stuff in the day. I can't be on the computer all day. My husband will see the cameras when he's back... You've had your fun.... Who are you? Why did you do this to me?


The_Monitor: I might not be there when you log on, but if you aren't when I want to see you, I will make sure people around you start to realise who you are.

Cyber_Kitty69: What do mean realize who I am?


The_Monitor: Don't worry, Kathrynn. I realize you might have to go out for something to eat or to shop.

The_Monitor: So, I'll start letting your pictures out slowly if you don't respond.

Cyber_Kitty69: DON'T PLEASE! I'll LISTEN. I'LL LOG ON....

The_Monitor: Day 1, I'll just send to Tony Douglas. You know, the kid across the road. I believe you've caught him trying to spy on you sometimes. He'd probably like the pictures.

Cyber_Kitty69: He's just a punk teenager. Leave him out of this!
I'll log on.. don't worry.

She watched as The_Monitor logged off. In turn she closed the chat window. Then off went the computer in turn as she shut it down.

"That fucking bastard! He doesn't know what a bitch I can be when I'm pissed off!" Katheryn yelled out since she assumed the cameras were tied into the computer system that was now off.

"I ought to call the police now. But if I do and it's only a prank I'll embarass myself.... I'll wait maybe it's over" Katheryn spoke softly to herself.

Katheryn didn't bother with her normal bedtime routine. It was now 2 a.m. and way past her bedtime. She wondered if her husband had called and if so was he steaming that the phone line had been tied up so long.

"I'll just tell him I forget the internet on again" Katheryn reasoned out loud.

Katheryn removed the makeup from her face and quickly brushed her teeth before heading to the bedroom. As she lay down on her bed she became aware of the sensation of being watched. She didn't like the creepy feeling and decided to get up. She found her bathrobe and bunny slippers and went to sleep on top of the bed with the table lamp on.

If he's watching he won't see much!

Katheryn slept in fits and tossed and turned all night. She kept dreaming about who was the unknown stranger. In her dreams different faces of people from her past and present emerged. Around 7:00 a.m. she woke up in a cold sweat.

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

OOC: Oh, now there's a coincidence - I was planning to wake you at 7am with a ringing phone (see below). Same time as you chose to wake up... heh. (If theres any part of the slight character manip I had to do you don't like, lemme know and I'll edit).

IC:

The phone was ringing. It took a moment to realize that the shrill thrumming was the telephone and not a part of her dreams, but when she did, Kathrynn grabbed it from the hook.

"Hello..." she gasped into it, wondering who could be calling at such an early hour.

"Kathrynn...?" The voice was feminine, though it wasn't immediately obvious over the crackly line who was calling. "Kathrynn... it's me, Beatrice."

Kathrynn's heart lept in fear, but before she could speak Beatrice continued.

"I just got The_Monitor's email. Never thought they'd come for you too... Not you. But I gotta say you're hot! Damn, girl why didn't you tell me you were like that? I wish I'd know, I could have had some fun with you myself... of course... if they let me I might still get to."

Beatrice was breathing heavily, more and more so as she went on talking.

"By the way, Kathrynn... I suggest you do whatever they say. Remember when my husband divorced me and tried to take my daughter two years ago? That was when I tried to disobey The_Monitor... they... well, lets just say I didn't realize just how much they were in my life."

"Anyhow, I just wanted to call and say congratulations..." she laughed loudly, not the harsh and cynical laughter Kathrynn had come to expect from her, but a jubilant and knowing explosion of mirth. "You're gonna have so much fun breaking all those silly rules you've been living by."

 

[little_golden]

As Katheryn hung up the phone she felt numb.

Was that part of her dream? Was it real? What the hell was going on? Was Beatrice for real? KAtheryn worried as she sat upright in bed.

Beatrice had said a lot and Katheryn didn't have a big chance to say much or to ask questions.

"I never liked Beatrice.... She's not someone I trust.... She's going to spill the beans... Shit... this is getting worse and worse" Katheryn spoke quietly as she gathered her thoughts.

"Shit! Shit! Shit.... I'll shower... Have a quick breakfast and log on" Katheryn told herself.

Maybe the room is bugged... But I don't see any cameras... Is he here? Or is he watching me? Katheryn thought.

Katheryn hurried to the bathroom, undressed and let the hot steamy water wake her up and bring her back to life. She washed her body and did her hair, and then exit the shower stall. After drying herself, she styled her hair, did her make-up and dried her hair.

Walking to her room dressed in a towel, she went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of designer blue jeans, and a matching light blue top. From her lingerie drawer she pulled out a white cotton bra and matching pantie. Forgetting about whether she was being watched or not she dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to the kitchen.

Nervously, she had a bowl of Special K, and then a glass of OJ. It took her two minutes at most for her heart was pounding with excitement and fear.

Katheryn took two steps at a time to the basement and booted up the computer.

"Hurry..." she whispered.

At last she logged on, logged into the internet and waited nervously.......

"Breaking silly rules... What did Beatrice mean?" Katheryn whispered.

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

The first message came quickly.

The_Monitor: Oh there you are, Mrs. Jones. I thought you had decided not to log on.

The_Monitor: But you're here right? So lets talk.

The_Monitor: I got a question. What did you think you were like doing last night?

The question had obvious implications even before they were spelled out.

The_Monitor: Didn't you get that I wanted to SEE you sleep. I mean, like what were you doing wearing shit?

The_Monitor: You know, Mrs. Jones, that really pissed me off.

The_Monitor: I gotta think of a punishment for you for that - teach you a lesson.

The_Monitor: What do you think will be a good punishment, Mrs. Jones? Lets see if you can't come up with something good.


As Kathrynn looked at the screen the difference in the language from before sent one word from her talk with Beatrice spinning in her mind. "Them"

 

[little_golden]

The_Monitor: Oh there you are, Mrs. Jones. I thought you had decided not to log on.

Cyber_Kitty69: I'm here as promised. I was quick. A short shower and a bite to eat.

The_Monitor: But you're here right? So lets talk.

Cyber_Kitty69: Yes....

The_Monitor: I got a question. What did you think you were like doing last night?

Katheryn was nervous as it dawned on her that she had really pissed off whoever "The_Monitor" was. She had to play it cool and try to calm him down.

Before she could type she saw his next sentence typed across the screen:

The_Monitor: Didn't you get that I wanted to SEE you sleep. I mean, like what were you doing wearing shit?

Katheryn was hoping to one-up-him as she typed.

Cyber_Kitty69: You said go to sleep with the lights on. I did exactly what you told me. You never said I had to sleep naked or anything. You told me I could masterbate if I wanted to ... But I didn't feel right thinking you might be watching me....

She waited with a deep breath as his next sentence scrolled by:

The_Monitor: You know, Mrs. Jones, that really pissed me off.

Cyber_Kitty69: It was just a misunderstanding... An honest mistake

Katheryn was lying it and it was obvious on her face.

The_Monitor: I gotta think of a punishment for you for that - teach you a lesson.

Cyber_Kitty69: Please no.... Give me a chance....

The_Monitor: What do you think will be a good punishment, Mrs. Jones? Lets see if you can't come up with something good.

Cyber_Kitty69: You don't want to punish me. Let me learn from the mistake itself.
Katheryn grinned sheepishly as she typed the words.

Katheryn now realized the word "them".

"Oh my God... You're not thinking my neighbor Beatrice...." Katheryn whispered to the screen in dread.

"She phoned... She knows about this sick game... Oh no... I'm not going over there...." Katheryn told herself aloud as she waited for his next words. She dreaded the punishment that about to be inflicted.

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

The_Monitor: Mrs. Jones, there's something you gotta know. We don't have any mics in the basement.

The next words came surprisingly quickly.

The_Monitor: I mean I don't...

Then there was a pause. Either The_Monitor was thinking or typing a really long message. Kathrynn waited.

The_Monitor: So anyway, you gotta type in what you want to tell me, because I can't hear you.

The_Monitor: Now, I haven't seen you come up with a punishment yet. Thats not good.

The_Monitor: I like my sluts to think of what I'll want first, Mrs. Jones.

The_Monitor: You're really gonna have to do better if you want to keep this private.

The_Monitor: I mean, you aren't really telling me you though I wanted you go get dressed are you? That'd be like real stupid.

The_Monitor: Anyway, for now, I guess I'll have to come up with the punishment. Let me think...

The_Monitor: Tell me, did Tattytwat call you?

Kathrynn was confused at first.

The_Monitor: Thats Mrs. Wilson, Beatrice. First punishment I made her do was get fuck me tattooed on her cunt.

The_Monitor: So, did she call you or what? and what did she say?

 

[little_golden]

The_Monitor: Mrs. Jones, there's something you gotta know. We don't have any mics in the basement.

"Thank heavens" Katheryn whispered to the screen. The basement was somewhat of a safe place in the house. He could see her but didn't know what she was saying. This was something she planned using against the msytery man or woman that seemed to be cyber stalking her.

She watched the monitor as the words flew across the screen and then stopped mid-sentence:

The_Monitor: I mean I don't...

Kathryn didn't know what happened to the rest of the message. She was nervous as she waited for his next message which came after a long delay:

The_Monitor: So anyway, you gotta type in what you want to tell me, because I can't hear you.

Cyber_Kitty69: Yes... I will type in any replies I want you to hear.
Katheryn responded promptly. She nodded her head as figured he had her on camera.

The_Monitor: Now, I haven't seen you come up with a punishment yet. Thats not good.

Cyber_Kitty69: Well.. It was just a misunderstanding. Tonight I'll sleep naked for you. I promise.

Katheryn was lying and hoping to buy time. She wanted to figure out who this stranger was and how to turn the tables on him or her.

Cyber_Kitty: and where do we know each other from again?
Katheryn typed as she was trying to get a lead.

Her reply seemed ignored for the moment as he/she typed:

The_Monitor: I like my sluts to think of what I'll want first, Mrs. Jones.

Cyber_Kitty69: How about you watch me take a bath? Or I go shopping and buy some nice outfit to show off?
Katheryn typed quickly. She would love to get out of the house and think about how to stop this crazy maniac. In the back of her mind she still wondered how to get the photos back from Beatrice.

The_Monitor: You're really gonna have to do better if you want to keep this private.

Cyber_Kitty69: I'm cooperating - Please give me a break. I still don't know how to keep Beatrice quiet. I need that photo you sent her destroyed before it gets out there. My husband will freak. We have a lot of friends and business associates in the area. We've lived here for 20 years.



The_Monitor: I mean, you aren't really telling me you though I wanted you go get dressed are you? That'd be like real stupid.

Cyber_Kitty69: You know I'm a blonde. I just wasn't thinking. You know I was tired and sexually frustrated when I went to bed. I put on a show for you earlier - I thought you were probably tired of seeing me naked since you logged off.

The_Monitor: Anyway, for now, I guess I'll have to come up with the punishment. Let me think...

Cyber_Kitty69: Please no....

The_Monitor: Tell me, did Tattytwat call you?


Kathrynn was confused at first.

"Who is Tattytwat? What a dumb name" Katheryn mumbled to the screen with a false sense of security that she couldn't be heard.

Her confusion was solved when the screen flashed:

The_Monitor: Thats Mrs. Wilson, Beatrice. First punishment I made her do was get fuck me tattooed on her cunt.

"That's nasty" Katheryn whispered to the screen as she typed:

Cyber_Kitty69: That was nasty of you. She's harmless except for being a gossip and a bore. How did you ever meet up with her?

The_Monitor: So, did she call you or what? and what did she say?

Cyber_Kitty69: She called. We spoke only for a moment. Beatrice saw the pic(s) you sent and said she liked them. She spoke fast and told me about having fun and breaking silly rules. She said somthing about her husband and her divorce and that she wasn't going to disobey you again.... I think she was scared of you....

Cyber_Kitty69: Look I'll give you $500 to leave me alone... No questions and no police compalint....

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

The next thing that happened was she received a file transfer request. Unsure of what to expect, she accepted it and opened it. It contained a wav file, a wav file of uncontrolled laughter. As she recovered from the shock, The_Monitor typed the next message.

The_Monitor: Mrs. Jones, I really don't think you get the situation you're in...

The_Monitor: $500? I can get that whenever I want.

The_Monitor: No, slut... you're gonna be my slave. Unless I get bored of course.

The_Monitor: But you don't want me to get bored, do you Mrs. Jones? You want to be my slut, don't you?

The_Monitor: I mean, if you ever let me get bored... I'd like have to think of new things to do... and like clear off all these piccies from my hard drive... wonder where I could send them...

The_Monitor: Get the idea Mrs. Jones?

There was a delay finally, as The_Monitor let her think about what had been said.

The_Monitor: Ok, Mrs. Jones. You gave me an idea... for your punishment.

The_Monitor: Yeah, I got it. You're gonna enjoy this, I'm gonna make it what you said...

The_Monitor: I'm gonna send you out to get a new outfit, something I'm gonna like. Sound good Mrs. Jones?

The_Monitor: I even got the shop in mind... tho I bet you've never been there before...

The_Monitor: Go to Denver Street... number 346. Buy something there and wear it for me. I'll even let you put it on at home instead of wear it in the street how's that?

At first, it seemed a strange offer. Not only was this a light demand, but why would he only ask her to wear it in the house?

The_Monitor: Got that? 346 Denver Street... Bondage Fashions its called. You got an hour.

 

[little_golden]

Katheryn was freaked by the stranger's talk about being punished. She didn't want to be punished and she didn't want to make the mess any worse than what it was.

She watched the computer and it beep as a file transferred. Opening it was a bit of a shock since a loud booming laughter sound erupted from the computer and spewed through the basement.

"Shit! Don't do that!" Katheryn hissed at the computer screen.

Cyber_Kitty69: What was that for? That was too freak for me. I'm just a regular gal...

The screen flashed with a new message that put her more at ill ease:

The_Monitor: Mrs. Jones, I really don't think you get the situation you're in...

The_Monitor: $500? I can get that whenever I want.

The_Monitor: No, slut... you're gonna be my slave. Unless I get bored of course.

Cyber_Kitty69: How about a $1,000. I won't tell a soul. Just give me back all the pics and leave me alone. You don't tell - I don't tell - no one ever knows....

His next message drew his point home hard:

The_Monitor: But you don't want me to get bored, do you Mrs. Jones? You want to be my slut, don't you?

Katheryn knew it wouldn't be wise to say no. But she whispered it: "No I don't you bastard!" But she typed the opposite...

Cyber_Kitty69: Okay... Keep it a secret .. Yes....

His next message put a chill in her body:

The_Monitor: I mean, if you ever let me get bored... I'd like have to think of new things to do... and like clear off all these piccies from my hard drive... wonder where I could send them...

Cyber_Kitty69: Okay... okay... you made your point.... you're blackmailing me.... I understand

The_Monitor: Get the idea Mrs. Jones?

Cyber_Kitty69: Yes... I get the idea. You don't want money... My job is to keep you from getting bored.....

There was a minuted of silence as Katheryn waited and waited in frustration. She felt like a fish dangling on the fisherman's hook.

The_Monitor: Ok, Mrs. Jones. You gave me an idea... for your punishment.

"I didn't mean to" Katheryn whispered secretly to the screen.

The_Monitor: Yeah, I got it. You're gonna enjoy this, I'm gonna make it what you said...

The_Monitor: I'm gonna send you out to get a new outfit, something I'm gonna like. Sound good Mrs. Jones?

Cyber_Kitty69: Sure... I can go to one of the dress shops... They have some lovely Christman outfits already....

The_Monitor: I even got the shop in mind... tho I bet you've never been there before...

Katheryn thought his idea seemed harmless enough.

Cyber_Kitty: Where?

The_Monitor: Go to Denver Street... number 346. Buy something there and wear it for me. I'll even let you put it on at home instead of wearing it in the street how's that?

Cyber_Kitty69: Okay... I'll do it. But my punishment is over right?

Katheryn figured she had outsmarted the stranger until the next words flashed across the screen:

The_Monitor: Got that? 346 Denver Street... Bondage Fashions its called. You got an hour.

"Shit" Katheryn mumbered as she raced up the stairs to the phone and called a taxi. She didn't bother to change and the taxi was there in less than ten minutes.

"Hurry driver!" she pushed the Pakistani taxi driver who drove her to 346 Denver St.

This area looks pretty rough.... I bet those chics are hookers Katheryn thought arrogantly as they passed two street whores.

The cab driver kept staring at her in the mirror. It made Katheryn feel awkward until she realized the driver must have figured she was a hooker.

"Look I need you wait okay. I'll pay for the waiting time too" Katheryn told him at the end of the 15 minutes drive.

"Here's twenty for now... I'll tip big okay" Katheryn explained as she realized it would be brutal to hail a cab on Denver St. With her bad luck lately the cops would probably pick her up for street walking. She had no idea how she'd explain her purchases. With her luck the cab driver would probably say she was a regular hooker coming back from a house call.

"Okay.. okay... but I want a big tip... this is a rough place" the cabbie replied nervously. He got out of his door lit a smoke and stood watching.

Katheryn hurried into the store. She was floored as she saw wall to wall sex toys, sex movies, dildos of all shapes and sizes and a collection of vinyl looking outifts.

The salesclerk was a weird looking punk rocker woman. She was serving a middle aged couple and then took a phone call while Katheryn waited and waited. Checking her watch Katheryn figured she had maybe ten minutes to buy an outfit and then 15 for the ride home.

"Look - I need an outfit - it can't be boring - I'll pay whatever - ring it up fast .. stuff it in a bag... I got to hurry - got someone waiting at home and taxi in front" Katheryn told the sales clerk.

"Sure thing lady" the clerk grinned. She disappeared in the back and Katheryn could overhear her talking to a man:

"We got another ho wanting a fetish costume. That's three today all ready. Her pimp's paying so price isn't a factor... Let's load the whore up and throw in a few toys too" the clerk laughed as she seemed to be loading a bag full of odds and ends.

Katheryn watched as she rang up the bill.

"$339!" Katheryn gasped. She didn't have that much cash so she had to use her credit card against her better judgement.

"Okay..." Katheryn whispered as she grabbed the two bags and raced back to the waiting taxi......

"Let's go...." she rushed the cabbie who took his time and finsihed his smoke.

"The John can wait girl...." he replied arrogantly as if he knew the score.

After another minuted they were hurrying back to her house.

He stopped the car and asked Katheryn:

"Do you want me to wait so you can get back to Denver St?" the cabbie asked.

"Fuck off - here's your money.... $35 ... fuck you no tip prick!" she yelled him as she left the cab with her two bags in hand.

"You bitch... filthy bitch!" he yelled as she hurried up the laneway and into her house.

The cabbie squealed his tires as he took off.

Katheryn ran down to the computer and typed:

Cyber_Kitty69: I'm back....

As she finished typing, she dumped the contents of the bag on the floor beside the computer.....

OCC You tell me what's in the bag. If you can post the outfit you want her in that makes it more fun for me. Smiles Naughty Cindy

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

As she looked at the screen, Kathrynn realized The_Monitor had logged off over 45 minutes ago. Almost as soon as she saw that though, there was a message that he had logged on again. S/He messaged her quickly.

The_Monitor: I am glad to see that you have returned in time, Kathrynn, but you have not changed.

The_Monitor: I suggest that you do so at once.

In her haste to comply, Kathrynn spilled the contents of her bag onto the floor. When she saw what was inside it, she gasped in shock.

The largest item was the outfit; it was also the most shocking. It was a nuns habit, made of black vinyl. It had no undergarments, but did have two large, removable areas at the front where her breasts would be, so that she could at once dress as a nun and have her breasts exposed. She held it up in horror.

The_Monitor: Ah... and so your name is granted. From now on you shall be known as Sister Slut.

The_Monitor: Now, please she me what else is in the bag.

Nervously Kathrynn reached onto the floor and picked up what was left: gold nipple clamps with a gold chain binding them together, a large butt plug, and a ten inch vibrator...

The_Monitor: Very good, Sister Slut. Now, I wish you to dress for me as I explained. Wear it all.

The_Monitor: It appears that if you remove the breast covers, you may use the clamps on the outside of the nun's habit, I think that will look beautiful.

The_Monitor: And since you are late in dressing, Sister Slut, you will now wear these items all day: no matter what. Is this clear?

 

[little_golden]

Katheryn had no sooner sat down when the new words flashed across her screen by the mysterious person who seemed to be taking delight in ordering her about:

The_Monitor: I am glad to see that you have returned in time, Kathrynn, but you have not changed.

"Shit!" Katheryn blurted out to the screen as she nervously wondered if there would be a consequence. She didn't dare type anything but watched as more words dashed onto her screen:

The_Monitor: I suggest that you do so at once.

Cyber_Kitty69: yes....

Katheryn typed quickly as she dumped out the bag and gasped as she saw the content. There before her were a black vinyl nun's habit. There were no undergarments at all but Katheryn noticed that there were two large, removable areas at the front where her breasts would be, so that she could at once dress as a nun and have her breasts exposed.

"There must be more here!" Katheryn shouted out as she held it up in horror.

"How am I supposed to wear this!? It looks way too small and too tight!" Katheryn lamented.

Looking to the screen she was hoping for a reprieve but the words that flashed across only served to further dampen her spirits:

The_Monitor: Ah... and so your name is granted. From now on you shall be known as Sister Slut.

The_Monitor: Now, please she me what else is in the bag.

Nervously Kathrynn reached onto the floor and picked up what was left: gold nipple clamps with a gold chain binding them together, a large butt plug, and a ten inch vibrator.

"Oh no.... He... She... they don't expect... That's huge... I don't do toys like that... Nice girls don't...." Katheryn whispered to the screen.

She typed back:

Cyber_Kitty69: I can't... I'm too delicate for that type of stuff... I'm a lady.....

But Katheryn started to change.

The_Monitor: Very good, Sister Slut. Now, I wish you to dress for me as I explained. Wear it all.

Slowly Katheryn stripped off her jeans, top, panties, bra, and socks and put on the outfit. The outfit was skin tight and she left the removable area on to give her a little modesty. She felt very silly and foolish dressed in a black vinyl nun's outfit.

Cyber_Kitty69: It's too small.... I need a larger size....

The monitor seemed to ignore her comments for the moment as he/she typed on:

The_Monitor: It appears that if you remove the breast covers, you may use the clamps on the outside of the nun's habit, I think that will look beautiful.

Katheryn didn't want to but she unzipped the two circles that allowed her breasts to pop through the costume. She picked up the gold nipple clamps and attached them gingerly to her nipples.

"They sting!" Katheryn whined aloud.

Picking up a small gold bar, she slipped it between two holes in the nipple clamps and then added a nut to one end that effectively locked her nipples together. The gold chain she attached to the rings on the end of the clamps.

The butt plug was awful looking. On one end it looked a lot like a four inch dildo while the other end had gold color feathers. It looked more like an ornament than a sex toy.

Katheryn licked her finger and then gently worked the ring in her asshole. After a few minutes of teased, she picked up the butt plug and worked it ever so slowly into her virgin ass.

It felt super tight and very weird.

She left the 10" inch dildo on the floor.

Cyber_Kitty69: Okay... I'm ready... I feel pretty stupid... Did you have your jollies?

Her acid tone seemed lost as his words flashed:

The_Monitor: And since you are late in dressing, Sister Slut, you will now wear these items all day: no matter what. Is this clear?

Cyber_Kitty69: Okay... Am I excused now... I have cleaning... and cooking and 100 things to do.....

In the back of her mind Katheryn was thinking. I can survive a day. I won't go out and won't answer the door....

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor

The_Monitor: Sister Slut, you may go about your daily chores when you are fully dressed.

The words on the screen confused her at first, until the explanation came.

The_Monitor: I believe I told you that you were to wear all the items. That would include the vibrator.

The_Monitor: How you keep that within you all day is up to your wisdom, but should I see that you have let it fall then the website will be opened to the public.

The_Monitor: Did I tell you that the website has now been prepared? If you wish, you may view it for yourself. It is located at: www.cyberkitty69.com and currently secured with a password of your real name, all in lower case letters.

The_Monitor: I will speak with you later, Sister Slut. Ensure that you check if you receive any messages from me requesting your assistance or compliance with any further instruction.

And with that The_Monitor logged off.

Worried, Kathrynn opened her web-browser and went to the page indicated. It was, thankfully, secured as he had said but when she opened it her heart sank.

The first page contained a series of photographs taken from camera's about the house. Each linked to a new page.

The photograph of her playing with her cunt that she had received yesterday linked to a biography that gave her full name, address, telephone number, age, vital statistics and a biography written to make it sound like she was a total slut, a whore for free.

A photograph of beginning to dress in the kinky nuns outfit linked to a page of her hobbies: or one that detailed things described as such, all of which were sexually depraved.

A photograph of her sleeping linked to a series of webcams that were obviously some of the various cameras The_Monitor had placed around her house. It also showed a "recent archive" page that showed her interaction on the web yesterday and her dressing in the nun outfit today.

Worst of all were the photographs of her son's and daughter's faces labelled "Cumming Soon." They had both recently turned 18, and as far as kathrynn knew, they were both pretty innocent and quiet kids who loved to study more than party. Their pictures, albeit without a link, sent a chill through her bones.