The_Monitor

[BadForm]

OOC: Wanted to retry one of my old threads...

IC:

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.

The_Monitor: 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.

The_Monitor: 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

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[pinkjessie69]

Katheryn

I looked at the screen. My mouth was wide open. Who the hell was this? A million thoughts went running through my mind. Was bigharddick, trying to play a trick on me. If so it wasnt funny at all and he would pay harshly for it. I sat numbly, just looking at the screen, thinking of something that would be clever enough to exert something in response. Nothing came to mind. I was panicked at this point.

HOTMOM4U: Who is this and how did you get a copy of this? Andy, if that is you, you are so gonna be my little bitch for this.

She waited as she hit enter. The cursor sat on her screen. She waited...

Her body was still hot from the last session she had just had. The black silk babydoll was stuck to her skin from the beads of sweat that had gathered on her. She sat nervously in her chair, not sure whether to be nervous or angry.

 

[BadForm]

The response, when it came, was not pleased with her response. It was also not uncontrolled. It seemed calm.

The_Monitor: I did not suggest you should ask questions, Katheryn. I asked whether you would like Sean to know what you have been doing in his absence.

Another window popped up on her machine, this time a live cam. It showed what looked like a student dormroom. The room was messy, but not dirty. Books laden with bookmarks were littered across the tables, bed and chairs. One pizza box lay on a table, and one trash can was filled with paper. There was little other evidence that the room was left to become trash-filled though.

The_Monitor: You really should talk to your son about the benefits of being tidy when he studies, but you must be proud of him for studying so much.

The words, their speed, everything was calm instead of rushed. Whoever this person was, he or she was willing to take their time with Katheryn.

The_Monitor: You don't believe that this is your son's room, do you? Let me show you.

The camera moved again, ending up at a table by the window. At the table sat a young man, bent over a book in study. Even though she could not see his face, Katheryn recognized his hair, his build, his clothes. She recognized them as only a mother could. And the cursor blinked merilessly.

 

[pinkjessie69]

Katheryn looked around the room biting her lip. She expected to see someone there laughing at her, but there was nothing. Just the blue light coming from her monitor and the blinking cursor.

She was sure this was a prank, but then she thought. What if if isnt??


HOTMOM4U: This isnt funny..Who are you? What do you want with me? Why are you doing this?

She started to get nervous. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a Tangueray and Tonic, and went back to the desk, with both bottles and glass in hand. She waited. Staring at the cursor, waiting.....

 

[BadForm]

When she returned there was already a message on the screen. It didn't make her situation any more pleasant.

The_Monitor: Katheryn, don't leave your computer like that again. I did not tell you to.

That was surprising, what came next was threatening.

The_Monitor: You may drink the tonic, but if that is Tanqueray you will not drink that. Doing so will result in immediate transmission of the entire chat log to your husband. I expect you to stay sober.

For a moment, the screen stayed as it was. Then:

The_Monitor: Again, I did not suggest you ask questions. However, given your situation, I will indulge you.

The_Monitor: Who we are does not matter. Why we are doing this, you may learn later. As to what we want from you... one thing is that we want you to use your brain.

The_Monitor: Think about who you are, Katheryn.

The_Monitor: Think about what you have.

The_Monitor: You are a very beautiful, very wealthy, woman.

The_Monitor: What do you think we want from you?

 

[pinkjessie69]

Dumbfounded was not the word. Katheryn sat, staring at the monitor. What the fuck was going on. Her head was spinning . Did she dare take another drink and chance it. Did she play along as not to chance her husband finding anything out.
He had called me beautiful and rich. Looks she had, but rich. She almost laughed out loud. The money wasnt hers. Sure, she had credit cards, but they were more of a stipend.
She continued to look at the monitor. This was just a horrible joke.

HOTMAMA4U: You want money? That is what this is all about? You want money?

Her face became red with anger. Extortion? That is what this is all about?

 

[BadForm]

There was a pause before the reply came.

The_Monitor: Why is it that you people always assume someone wants money?

The_Monitor: Is that all that you think about Katheryn? Money? Is that why you married Sean, perhaps?

The_Monitor: We were hoping for more from you, but you are predictable. Very well, if it is money that you wish to offer then lets see what a fair offer might be.

A browser window popped open and next to it the calculator accessory. The browser was directed to the bank Katheryn and her husband shared and their accounts came up. Savings, checking, business credit line. Everything was added into the calculator. Next it opened their personal credit cards - hers and his - and the remaining credit was added into the calculator. Their children's college funds opened next and were likewise added into sum. Finally, their life insurance policies were opened and the death benefit calculated into the current sum. After all that, the total was multiplied by two.

The_Monitor: It looks like $4,976,032 would be a good offer. Of course, that is if you pay today. Otherwise a daily interest of 10% would need to be charged.

The statement was ridiculous, of course. It would mean withdrawing all their personal assets and both she and her husband dying... twice... to fulfil the request.

The_Monitor: Or, can you think of what else we might want?

 

[pinkjessie69]

She bit her lip. Not sure how to respond to this insane IM. $5 million dollars. She didnt think Sean had that much money. Maybe if she cashed in on his life insurance policy a couple of times.

HOTMOM4U: Why don't you tell me? You seem to have all the answers. This is apparently your game, with your rules. What do you want from me?

She downed her drink in one shot. "Oh shit." she whispered to herself. She put the glass down nervously. She waited.

 

[BadForm]

A full minute passed with no further communication. What came next had her glancing towards the phone.

The_Monitor: Katheryn, you were given an instruction and informed of what the consequence would be if you ignored it. Your chatlog has now been sent to Sean's email.

The_Monitor: It appears he is working late tonight. We placed a "read response" request on the email and we have received his response. Sean has read the email.

The_Monitor: Perhaps he opened it, assumed it was spam, and deleted it. Perhaps he opened it and believed it to be real. Either way, it will be interesting to see what he does.

That was when the phone rang. It rang once, twice, and as Katheryn's hand touched the headset it stopped. It could have been a late night telemarketer. The phone rang again, this time allowing her to answer it. Before she could speak she heard her husband's voice.

"Hey baby," he said, the calm and loving words belied by the suppressed rage of his voice. "Sorry to call so late, I just wanted to ask how you are doing. Anything... interesting happen tonight?"

 

[pinkjessie69]

"Hey babe, Just the normal thing. Nothing exciting ever happens when you arent here. Was just about to go to bed in your shirt and dream about you."
She giggles nervously. " I hope everything is going good for you on your trip."

The timing is too close. The person pretending to be the monitor must have this thing all planned out. they seem to know everything. what did they want?

she wanted desperately to have another drink, but she was afraid to do anything at this point. sean made more small talk then hung up the phone after wishing me good night. he didnt know my screen name but it was too coincidental.

HOTMAMA4U; You made your point. What is it you want from me?

 

[BadForm]

The_Monitor: I will assume that you are still in denial that this is happening.

The_Monitor: Our research indicates that you are not a stupid person.

The_Monitor: And so you already know what we want. I told you, you are a wealthy and beautiful woman.

The_Monitor: I have already indicated we do not want your money. That only leaves one thing.

The cursor blinked as the truth sank in. She hadn't wanted to understand, but it had ultimately been inescapable.

The_Monitor: We want you.

The_Monitor: We also want you to understand some important things.

The_Monitor: First and foremost, we will never threaten you.

The scope of that lie in light of what had just happened was unbelievable. At least... until the next comment explained it.

The_Monitor: We have no need for threats. We only need to tell the truth, to explain behavior and consequences.

The_Monitor: Second, we expect honesty in every communication. Complete honesty. You will not receive a negative consequence for stating the truth. You will for lying in an attempt to please us.

The_Monitor: Finally, understand that what we are doing is because someone who cares about you deeply wishes you to become the woman you are in your heart. Everything we do is for your own good. It will take time for you to accept that.

The_Monitor: If you have any further question, you may ask them now.

 

[pinkjessie69]

Wanted me? she thought to herself. woman in my heart? what the fuck was that suppose to mean. feelings of anger and angst swelled up inside her.

HOTMOM4U: You want me. Understood. What do you want me for? and what do you want me to do? and what am I suppose to become? and can I have a drink please.

She decided to play in the charade until she could figure something else out. At this point, she had no alternative.
Let the games begin.

 

[BadForm]

From what came next, The_Monitor appeared placated by her questioning.

The_Monitor: Good, HotMama. You ask some excellent questions, and I will provide a few answers. However, you are not ready for the full answers just now. You would not believe them if I provided them.

Why the change to use of her screen name? It seemed discordant with what had gone before.

The_Monitor: We want you to become the woman you are in your heart. You are warm and passionate, a woman of love and desire. We will help you liberate that side of yourself, and in doing so help you understand the real you that you keep locked beneath a screen of social inhibitions.

The_Monitor: I know that is an unsatisfactory, perhaps even worrying, answer. For now it is all we can provide.

The_Monitor: What we want you to do is grow. Like most of our society, you have forced yourself to be constricted, restrained. We want you to overcome that as you have been identified as someone who can still be transformed.

The_Monitor: And now I have a question for you, HotMama. What is your deepest sexual fantasy?

 

[pinkjessie69]

She read the monitor. Not really getting any answer that she could use.

The_Monitor: And now I have a question for you, HotMama. What is your deepest sexual fantasy?

What the fuck was this about she thought. She placated the the question. Then started to think about the question. She had so many fantasies, she thought of several of them.

HOTMAMA4U: To be a mistress to two people, who would do whatever she told them to. To have two sextoys and slaves that would do what she wanted them to without question, knowing that she could punish them at her whim, wheter it was warranted or not. To have her own dungeon and be called Mistress by someone who meant it and not be just a silly roleplay for the night. Perhaps, so I could watch them and control them like the filthy beasts they are. Is that what you want to hear?

She poured herself another drink and looked at it on the table. Not sure whether to drink it or not.

 

[BadForm]

The answer was restrained, but accepting.

The_Monitor: Assuming that you are being honest, then yes, it is what we need to know.

The_Monitor: It reveals a lot about your sensual nature, and about the way that has been damaged.

The_Monitor: For now, don't worry about what that means. We will help you recover from the ravages of our society.

The cursor blinked for a while, providing her with a space to think. When the mysterious instant messenger posted another message it was perhaps at least a little of what she hoped.

The_Monitor: HotMama, for now you may do what you want. The rest of the evening is yours.

The_Monitor: With regard to the use of alcohol, we will not forbid it. However, do not get drunk. If you enjoy the taste, then control the urge to drink more than you need.

The_Monitor: I will look over you tonight. You are a beautiful woman, HotMama, and I would like to see your body. So, from now on you should sleep naked and above the covers when Sean is not home.

The_Monitor: The next time we will speak will be tomorrow at noon. You will have your AIM program running and be ready for my next contact. If you fail in this then your son will learn more about you than you might like him to know. If you comply, then we will examine your growth further.

The_Monitor: Goodnight, HotMama. Sleep well.

 

[pinkjessie69]

She read the messages. She thought they want of me what I want of people. There are always puppet strings attached to anything in life. Very odd how it all comes around in one way or another. Karma. Perhaps. One never really understands Karms.
She drank another T & T, and thought about the process. She thought about taking a hot bath and playing with herself, but she was no longer in the mood. She would do what they wanted for now......

She took her babydoll off and laid on her bed. The sleeping always took a while to come when she was in bed alone. Was it worth the trade off of having nice things? SHe closed her eyes and pondered the thought as she drifted to sleep.
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Saturday came in no certain hurry. She looked at her clock. 10:30. It was a respectable time to get up. She got up and had her normal breakfast. Half a grapefruit and yogurt with peaches. She put her workout clothes on and turned on her pilates tape and started to work out. Keeping the time in the back of her mind.

 

[BadForm]

At 11am, the doorbell rang. If nothing else, it provided a brief distraction from the next meeting with The_Monitor. Katheryn answered it and saw her elderly neighber, Sarah Wilton, standing there. Sarah had changed a lot over recent years, but had originally been both bitchy and snobbish towards Katheryn. Despite Sarah mellowing - even to the point of putting up a cutesy flag of a sassy looking witch above her door a few years ago - Katheryn had still not forgiven her.

In her hands, Sarah held a long, strangely shaped parcel. It was wrapped in a dark green paper decorated with what, on closer inspection, looked like very pregnant Betty Boop images weathed in flames. A printed label on top had Katheryn's name and address, but there was no postmark that she could see.

"I just found this on my doorstep, Kathy," said Sarah. The informality didn't help much. "I guess it's meant to be for you. It looks very interesting. I'd love to stay and see what it is, but I have a to meet a young man over in Portbury in an hour. Take care, now."

And with that, she was gone. Kathy went back into the house and opened the package in confusion. Inside was a strange assortment. The first thing she found was a cutesy flag with extendable pole. It was the kind of flag she'd seen on sale either for children at the holidays or for people with no apparent taste. Apart from Sarah a couple of her neighbors had them. Bill Dowling had a flag showing a large and proud rooster, probably because of the farm he had grown up on. The Hamiltons, a married couple whose public displays of affection were sometimes neighborhood gossip, had a flag with two lovebirds. Hers was a little different. It looked similar to the Betty Boop image from the wrapping paper, except for being a little more modestly dressed. It was very much the image of motherhood and sex.

When she removed the flag she found it had been wrapped around other items. Among the items were a key, a strap-on dildo, a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and a long black cloak that looked like it would cover her whole body down to her ankles. It was all surprising, but the thing that stood out most was that the handcuffs were unfastened and the key did not fit them. Katheryn lost track of time as she looked at the mysterious objects until she noticed it was under five minutes to noon. She still hadn't booted up her computer.

(OOC: I don't normally take control of another person's character, but needed to ensure these items got into the set. What little happened I tried to base on what you've shown of the character so far. Hope it's ok.)

 

[pinkjessie69]

She looked at the objects, studying them. She wasnt sure whether to freak out or to whether to smile. Out of straight curiousity, she tried on the cloak. It was made of silk and felt cool to her body. She was still somewhat sweaty from her recent workout.
She glanced up to the clock. "Oh shit" she said out loud. She ran over to her computer and turned it on. Why did Vista take so long to boot up. She cursed at Bill Gates and waited for AIM to pop up on her screen.
The cursor blinked, she had made it in time. She drank her water and waited. Perhaps, nothing more was to come of it. Perhaps it was a joke, and now they were moving in on Sarah, since the package was at her house.

Her clock read 12:01. She started to get up then decided to take one last look at her monitor.

 

[BadForm]

The message came suddenly.

The_Monitor: Consequences, HotMama. You were late by 3 seconds.

The_Monitor: I see that you were examining your gifts. That is good, but it does not excuse poor compliance.

The_Monitor: Yesterday, you were informed that if you missed the meeting your son would learn more about you than you might like him to know.

Given the previous "consequence" she had received, Katheryn knew what was about to happen. Or, at least, she thought she did.

The_Monitor: However, you were delayed a very short time, ou were delayed because you were examining your gift, and you were also trying to arrive in time. These are all good things. They demonstrate the curiosity we expect and a willingness to comply.

The_Monitor: For that reason, you may choose your consequence yourself.

The_Monitor: Your first option is, of course, that your chatlog with BigHardDick will be sent to your son.

The_Monitor: On the other hand, you may feel that your Daughter is more able to understand how a woman thinks. So you may choose to have the log sent to her instead.

The_Monitor: Finally, there is your husband, Sean. He has already seen the chatlog. However, what he has not seen is this...

Realplayer popped open on the screen and began buffering data. Anxious moments passed until the movie began to play. It showed Katheryn, asleep on the bed naked. The angle indicated that there must be a hidden camera close to or within the ceiling light fixture. It had to be small as she had stared at the ceiling and seen nothing. Suddenly, the camera zoomed in on her face. Her eyes were flicking rapidly.

The_Monitor: You are in rapid eye movement sleep in this scene, HotMama. This is the time when most dreams occur.

The camera pulled back and panned down her body until it showed her hips and pubis. Her hand rested at the top of her thigh until it moved suddenly towards her vagina. It didn't move after that, but the shift was evident.

The_Monitor: It appears you move during your dreams. And given the movement of your hand, many would assume you were dreaming about sex. If you choose, this will be sent to Sean. It may raise many questions for him, of course, but at least your children would not learn your secrets.

 

[pinkjessie69]

She glanced at the clock again;

HOTMAMA4U; Late? Me? I'm not sure what time you are using but all my clocks are set to a satellite feed. They are the most accurate timepieces in the world. They are updated 72 times a day from a satellite stream. Please dont lecture me on tardiness, when you yourself were over a minute late. If you feel this is an error, I apologize, but you will see that I am correct in this situation. If you feel that I was tardy and one of those must be sent, I leave that judgement up to you, since as it is, you hold all the cards.

She rolled her chair back a couple feet, fuming, not knowing wheter to turn the thing off, regardless of the consequences or whether to stay and see what the response was. She noticed at no time, did the monitor remark on his mistake of the misplaced delivery, nor of Sarah's find. Both things she found odd from what she invisioned as a perfectionist.

 

[BadForm]

There was no apology, nor any acceptance of a mistake.

The_Monitor: The clock you initially glanced is set to display hours, minutes, and whether the time is am or pm. You will note that I commented on your tardiness in being 3 seconds late, not on being over a minute late. That tardiness will not register on your clock.

The_Monitor: Further I have been watching you for over 30 minutes. Rather than being late for our appointment, I decided to monitor your response to seeing I was late.

The_Monitor: HotMama, you should understand, this explanation has been provided only because you are new. No such explanation will be given in future. It is enough for you to know we are careful in our monitoring throughout the period of transformation.

The_Monitor: From your behavior so far, and most specifically from your stated fantasy, it is evident that you have been severely damaged by societal norms. I believe that the person who requested your transformation is correct that you can transform, but I wish you to know that we will continue to assess this as we proceed.

The_Monitor: For now, I want you to describe your thoughts and feelings about the gifts you received. Please be specific. This is your chance to both help us understand you further and to seek clarity on any confusion you have.