The computer guy (closed for Slave Master)

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I was well prepared and therefor not nervous at all. There would be a lot of fun if I played this out carefully. One of my clients, Grand Car Dealer, had called in yesterday, having problems with the video-storage of the surveillance system. Recovering the corrupted system I stumbled on some pretty interesting material. After the initial arousal, my mind had started scheming, I did some research and quickly found out the the woman in the very very x-rated video had to be Mrs Jones. She apparently was quite active online, a Facebook and linked account, part of the parents commity, working parttime in some uptown fancy boutique. She seemed a very upright member of the community. This was all really contrasting the material I recovered from surveillance system. Doing some more research I discovered her husband, who wasn’t in any of the video’s, was a big shot at the local office of a national bank. Their whole online appearance was one of building the perfect picture of a very decent successful couple. If people only knew.

I grabbed a screenshot, cropped it so only the body showed, I was sure she would recognise herself and I still needed to confirm Mrs Jones was actually using this email-address, and wrote, “Mrs Jones, we need to talk,” then I pressed sent.

 

[Slave Master]

Mrs Katie Jones
45
Married
Husband Jamie is Vice President of a successful private merchant bank
Two children
Art consultant (freelance)
Community and School Committees
Active in charity and philanthropic circles


I quickly scanned my phone's emails whilst waiting and saw what must have been spam. The subject simply said <<Mrs Jones, we need to talk>> and what seemed to be a very large attachment, too large to download to my phone, something to check at home

I finished scrolling as the bell sounded and the children made their way slowly through the busy school grounds

Later that evening I continued going through my messages and the same email was still there. I ran the virus check on the attachment and once cleared opened it

My heart almost exploding through my chest .... the image crystal clear and needing no further explanation ...

I closed the image quickly and breathed a huge sigh of relief. At least this wasn't on my 'official' email address, nor the 'official' laptop

I went and served myself a glass of water, thinking ....

But how?

I closed the study door and although the children were in bed, I locked it just in case

I reopened the email and pressed Reply, my thoughts confused .... what could I reply to that?

I finally typed <<I'm listening >> and pressed Send

 

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It was just a modest ping my phone made, but it resonated like a starting shot: the game had begun. It had been several hours since I sent the initial email and I thought she would have responded immediately. Was she doubting my seriousness?

Time to up the ante. I took the original of the screenshot I sent her and cropped it so only her head showed. She had a beautiful innocent face wasn’t it for the glow of sex that her eyes radiated. But, not knowing the complete picture, one could very well assume she just had been running or doing some other boring but decent activity. This time I didn’t sent it to her personal email. To get her to comply, I thought, she would have to be aware that I could evade her privacy whenever and wherever I liked. This time I typed in the address of the charity foundation she presided - when I did an image search earlier, feeding google a still frame of the video-file, I found it remarkable and quite amusing that that was actually the first hit that came up. As bonus I also added her email address of the school committee.

<<Get the picture>> read the subject line, and then in the body I typed << If you want your little adventures to stay private, you need to realise two things: I don’t do waiting, I will not tolerate disobedience.>>

I attached the newly cropped image, and pressed send, as always using a cloaked, untraceable IP address.

I had seen, and lusted over, the video over and over. More then three hours of mind-blowing, earth shattering debauchery. Ending when a hot young woman - unfortunately not appearing elsewhere in the video, but online research, again, revealed her name to be Amy - came into the garage, she very gently helped Mrs Jones get up, looked straight into the camera and said: That’s a wrap, guys.”, and then the video went to black. I had identified and researched the other players, and though not publicly advertising, they were not so secretive about their alter lives. Mrs Jones, or Katie as I already called her sometimes, was the one that would be prone to rightly walk in and be entangled in my web.

I waited a couple of minutes, then I sent her a text message as well, just saying <<You’ve got mail>>.

 

[Slave Master]

I waited a few moments after pressing 'Send' and stared at the screen, sipping my wine and with a sigh of relief realised you weren't there ...

I checked my other messages and then went shopping online .. my nerves becoming less frayed as my shopping cart filled up

I jumped as my phone started buzzing with new emails and a new text

I quickly read the <<You’ve got mail>> text and switched back to my Outlook ...

Two new messages ... both the same subject line ... and to my 'work' emails ...

I saw my face larger than life and realised that you were basically stalking me ....

And I had nowhere to turn

I hit the 'Reply' in an instant

'What do you want from me?' I typed and hit Send

 

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“The question here is not what I want from you, the question is what do you want from me.” I typed. ”And I think the answer is quite simple: I assume you do not want me to share the video of your little garage-adventure with the world, starting with your husband, now do you? So please tell me what my discretion is worth to you.” Then I hit Send.

 

[Slave Master]

Jumpy as a scared cat ... my Outlook flashed new messages ...

I quickly read 'video' and felt my body tense .... it wasn't just a photo .... how could?

Quickly I typed back

'Should we meet?'

 

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I knew she was living uptown in a very quite, expensive residential area. I had explored the neighbourhood during the day, partly to check out her house, and estimate where the blind spots would be, but more important to deliver the little outfit that I thought would do her sluttyness a lot more justice then what she normally was wearing. Besides, the place I set up for our first meeting also had what you could call a dresscode.

I took the prepaid cellphone I just bought for our little game, I made sure caller identification was disabled, put it on speaker and dialed her landline.

“Listen carefully because I will only say this once. Go over to the neighbours, and just like you do usually when something comes up, ask if their daughter can watch your kids for about an hour. On your way back, look behind the bushes on the left of the front door, pick up the brown paper bag, inside you will find the outfit you will be wearing tonight. I will call you again in exactly 15 minutes with further instructions.”

 

[Slave Master]

I quickly followed your instructions.

Lisa was only too happen to earn some extra money and I gave her the 'last minute' rate which had her smiling ...

I had seen the package on my way to Lisa's and was a little surprised that you had somehow managed to enter the very private grounds. Jamie was a stickler for security

Coming back I stooped down and picked it up, taking it into the house. The package deceptively light

 

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Inside the package you found some black leather fabric and a lot of chords, once untangled you saw it was a little dress. There was a front and a back, but the sides where just a mosaic of chords. Also a garter belt, black stockings, and black stiletto heels where inside. No bra, no panties. You looked in shock, this was the kind of outfit “working” girls would wear, and even they would probably be covered more.

 

[Slave Master]

I waited patiently for the call --- dreading the worst

The 'clothes' were barely bits of fabric held together by the chords

https://41.media.tumblr.com/97a55d24db1e040bd3f912449d0c3567/tumblr_nsmawaoa5c1titrqeo1_500.jpg

 

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At the promised time I called again. She let it ring not even once, halfway she picked up. A second of silence and then she shyly whispered

“Yes…”

“Mrs jones, are you dressed for the occasion?

 

[Slave Master]

'Yes' I breathed softly

Clutching my house coat around me and fearing that Lisa might see a little more than she should

 

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“I would have thought so, please get in your car, I will be waiting for you at the gentlemen’s lounge on Prescott Avenue, it should not take you more then 10 minutes to get there.”

I grabbed my keys, locked my apartment, and was on my way. I had been an avid poker player, but only online, not liking the casino atmosphere. Recently I discovered a venue where you could play heads up, one on one games, with a twist; the bets were all pay-in-kind.
The venue was situated at a discrete, very private location, you had to have a password to come in, and were scrutinized even more before you could actually enter the playing rooms.

I saw your car arriving, you handing of the key to the valley parking boy, and then the awkward moment when he just stood there, apparently waiting for something.

I walked up to the both of you.

“Hi Mrs Jones, Mike Smith is my name, we spoke on the phone,” I introduced myself, ”I think Ronald here is expecting a tip.”

“But I not carrying money…” you say, flustered.

“Mrs Jones, everything tonight will be payed for with your body. As it is custom, Mikey here will be quite satisfied if he can have a look at your tits, so what are you waiting for.”

 

[Slave Master]

I blushed bright red as Ronald grinned lustily

'Show him' you growled and I pulled my house coat slowly open ... the 'dress' barely covering anything

You scowled impatiently and I slid apart the mesh and my small naked breast was instantly exposed

'Niceeeee' Ronald grinned

'Now Mrs Jones, you will learn fast or else all sorts of things could happen tonight' you grinned 'Both tits Mrs Jones'

I quickly pulled the mesh on the other side and both breasts were now being stared at hungrily by Ronald

'I apologise Ronald' you started 'New guest, pinch her nipple and we're square?'

'Sure Mr Smith' Ronald grinned pinching my nipple ... a sudden rush spreading through me

 

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As Ronald gets in your car, you adjust your dress, the hard nipples clearly showing through the fabric. I put my hand on your lower back, and gently stir you in the direction of the entrance.

“That was not a good start Mrs Jones, before we enter, lets get a couple of things clear. I have some, no actually a lot, of compromising material on you, as long as you follow my lead, this will all stay between us. If you choose to act up, I will put the whole shebang online without hesitation.”

We arrive at door, when I nock, a little hatch opens, two beautiful prying eyes carefully observe us.

“And the password is?”

“Good evening Milano, the password is: All bets are on.” I reply, as we hear the door getting unlocked, I turn to you.

“Before we are allowed in, you will be assessed, since I will be backing my bets with your body, the house will need to determine your worth, Milano will do the honours, I would urge you to be very polite, only speak when you are asked, and always address her as Mistress Milano.”

 

[Slave Master]

'Yes Mr Smith' I whispered

The door opens and you steer me through into the small anteroom

My eyes adjusting slowly to the dim lit interior ... your hand resting on my barely covered cheek, the coat covering your wandering hand

 

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Tonight Milano is dressed in tight black pvc catsuit barely holding her luscious D-Cup, thigh high red boots on stiletto heels complete the picture. With her left hand holding the open door, her left hand is flicking the little riding whip against her boots.

“Mr Smith, so nice to see you”, she says, giving me a kiss on the cheek, then she looks at you.

“So, let’s see what the cat dragged in, shall we, please introduce yourself.”

“I’m Mrs Jones,” you say hesitantly.

Milano raises the little whip she is holding, putting it gently under your chin.

“Having a little attitude, do we,” Milano looks at me,”Mr Smith, I will let this go, because so far I’m quite impressed with her stunning beauty, but looks are not he only thing that counts, can you convince me that she will cover your bets?”

“Yes Milano,” I answer,”she is a quick learner, and really motivated.”

With the little whip she lifts your coat from your shoulders, it slides to the floor.
She then slowly walks around you, her long curly brown hair dancing with each step she takes. When she is standing in front of you again, she looks you straight in the eyes.

“There is no Mrs except me here, so what should I call you?”

 

[Slave Master]

'Katie, Mistress Milano' I whisper hoarsely feeling my senses reaching situational overload ... shocked as my nipples hardened further, peeking through the various gaps as I almost shivered .. the wetness evident between my legs

 

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Milano smiles at me.

“A quick learner indeed, someday you should tell me where you find these fine specimens, Mr Smith.”

The little whip teasingly ruffling your hair before trailing downwards, resting between your breasts.

“Well Katie, quite a little slut, aren’t you, walking in here with those nipples already in war-mode, I assume Ronald will take really good care of your car.”

The whip continues downwards, with her left hand she lifts up your dress, the whip now between your legs, teasingly padding your pussy.

“This pussy really looks tight Katie, most of our players are firmly build, I don’t know if you can handle the girth of some guys, I would like some assurance on that.”

 

[Slave Master]

I flush with heat ... the whip flicked knowingly in Mistress's experienced fingers as i tried to maintain some semblance of propriety

'Oh I don't think there is any issue with that' you smile willingly, your indepth study of the video made it quite clear. 'Isn't that right, Slut?' Say it then'

'No Mistress Milano, I ... I don't think there will be an issue' I stammered softly, the whip bending as the top half of the whip split my dripping lips open and apart .... biting my lower lip before the whip was slowly removed ... her gaze boring into mine

 

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“Very good to hear, Mr Smith.”

Milano moves closer, her face just inches from yours, her hand sliding between your legs.

“Nice and Wet, Mr Smith, with this kind of assets, you know I’m actually considering to let you play in the platinum room tonight.”

Her thumb slowly circling around your clit, index finger entering your pussy, the other fingers wickedly exploring your asshole, but I do need to confirm my assumptions before I let you in.

“So you know how to handle big dicks, my dear Katie, now tell me, is your ass open for public as well.”

 

[Slave Master]

My legs almost faltering as her touch explores me ... all of me .... my breathing almost at a standstill, her slim dextrous fingers knowingly searching

I bite my lip harder

My tightness giving way amidst the desire seeping from me

'I think Katie would like to say that although I have sole right to her arse .... tonight it is at your disposition. Isn't that right Katie?'

'Yes Mr Smith' I almost whimpered as Mistress's fingers curled deeper up inside. 'Your Mistress is waiting' you growled

'Yes Mistress Milano' I moaned softly, willing myself not to bring my thighs closer with pleasure

 

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“One last thing, Mr Smith, as you know we require all assets to be checked in digitally, so why don’t you have a drink in the bar, I will escort your little slut to the photo studio, and don’t you worry, I will take good care of your assets.” Milano said decisive, there would be no discussion about it.

I’m quit surprised, Milano always stayed at a professional distance, but now, tonight, access to the platinum room, getting Katie to the studio herself…

 

[Slave Master]

Mistress's fingers withdrew slowly, very slowly, deliciously slowly from me

Nothing was said as she looked me softly in the eyes and brought her fingers to her brightly painted lips .. her tongue tip flirting with me as she slid her sticky fingers over her lips

 

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“You taste good Katie, now let’s see what you are worth, follow me.”

Milano takes you by the hand towards the door with the sign “assets check in”.

I enter the lounge, and assess the players, judging from the number of expensive suits, and the sheer beauty of their stacks, most of them must be high rollers. The lights above the doors opposite the bar indicate that all playing rooms except the platinum are in use.
I take a stool at the bar, order an absolute, and watch the video wall to the left of the bar.

Milano gently guides you to the centre of the studio, Jim starts adjusting the lights.

“Katie, since this is your first, let me explain what we are going to do,” Milano says .” We will first present you to our players, Jim here will handle the video-camera, and the shots will be shown on a big video screen in our bar, via a text message system, our clients can place bids on you, you will see their messages on this screen,” Milano points to a text prompt monitor next to the camera,”usually the bids will start of slowly, simple things like ‘show your tits’ or ‘get naked’, as soon as I accept the bid, you will perform the suggested action, as we continue the bids will get higher, the orders more extreme.”
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“I think the shot looks good, she’s very camera friendly, what do you think.” Jim interrupts.

“Indeed she does,” Milano replies,”I think Katie is ready for the bidding round”