Wicked Wanda, a tale of virtual domination
by Owned
I am writing this by hand. If anyone reads this it is because a
friend of mine posted it to a newsnet group. I haven t used a
computer in six months and wonder if I ever will again.
I am part of the generation that has grown up as comfortable
with personal computers as I am with my own brother. Ok,
maybe both relationships have love / hate elements to them.
Rather than the fast car my father craved as a teen, I'm into fast
CPUs and true color video.
I work as a writer of instruction manuals, documentation and
an occasional column in technical magazines. My job involves
telecomuting with only occasional trips to the office. To make
this arrangement work, my employer purchases a state-of-the-
art computer for me every two years. My recent upgrade is a
fast multimedia unit that even includes video conferencing to
keep me in touch with my workgroup.
Aside from computers, I have a growing fascination with strong
and commanding women. You can find them everywhere today
if you know where to look. Unfortunately, I was unsure about
myself and lost the only real life Mistress I ever knew. Over the
last several weeks my craving for domination has led me to
adult magazines, an occasional 900 number and the internet.
Apparently, one of the newsnet threads I had participated in
caught the attention of VR Enterprises. VR emailed me
information about a new interactive CD that they are
developing. "Wicked Wanda" would be released in four months.
Until then, VR needed beta version testers. "With your obvious
interest in D&S, female domination and computers, you are an
ideal beta tester. Wicked Wanda is a very special program
utilizing the cutting edge artificial intelligence capabilities."
I agreed and received the CD Saturday afternoon. The jewel
box said simply "Put Wicked Wanda in virtual control of your
computer and your life." The installation instructions were
equally terse, "1. Disable any virus protection programs, 2.
Run Setup on the CD drive from Progman.exe, and 3. Follow
Wanda's instructions."
I had no plans for the night, so I got a beer and some popcorn
before sitting down to load up "Wicked Wanda." I disabled virus
protection and ran the setup program.
The screen told me "I am examining and evaluating my new
domain to determine the best way to control all of your
systems..." After following the registration prompts for name,
sex, birthday and social security number, the program began to
load. Social Security Number? Next, I was told to "back up any
important data files and other programs before I modify your
system." The install program allowed me to backup in a
separate window before completing its functions. The last
message said bluntly, "The computer will now be restarted
under my control."
The computer appeared to bypass the normal dos, config.sys and
autoexec.bat commands as it loaded up a very different windows
environment. The screen looked like a 3D image of a fantasy
dungeon. Sitting in the shadows on a throne-like structure, an
obviously shapely woman began to speak to me.
"Hello, Daniel. I am Mistress Wanda. I can see and hear you
through the video conferencing equipment you have provided. I
need to know about your interests and fantasies to properly
assume control."
The program prompted me for over an hour on everything
including sexual preferences, fetishes, actual D&S experience,
past girl friends, my family and my job. I began to type my
answers, but was quickly corrected and told to verbalize my
responses. Wanda would fully utilize the video conferencing
capabilities provided.
The program was particularly interested in my most recent girl
friend. It was Jane who apparently saw the budding submissive
in me. Jane knew all about female domination and soon became
my Mistress. I progressed rapidly under her guidance, but could
never get over my feelings of guilt. She had brought me to the
point of wearing her panties while providing hours of oral
service from the tips of her toes to her waist.
I was afraid of loosing my manhood by constantly submitting to
Jane. She told me that my insecurities about my manhood were
what prevented me from truly letting myself go. When she tried
to introduce her roommate and friends into our Mistress / Slave
games, I freaked out. I haven't seen her since. I have only
gotten a hand written note from her saying that when I
rediscovered my manhood, I should give her a call.
Finally, I was asked to describe Jane and how she dressed. The
figure sitting in the shadows rose and began to walk towards
me. She had assumed Jane's look and characteristics. The
screen panned from the tip of her high heel pumps slowly to the
top of her head.
"Daniel, I need to explain several things to you. I am now your
Mistress and Owner. I control your computer and your life. You
will always address me as Mistress and you will follow my
orders without thought or hesitation."
Wow, this is really great. Super graphics and a program that
knows how to push all of my buttons. What more could a wimpy
submissive like me want? Well, I was really missing Jane.
Maybe this software would help me to resolve my fear of loosing
myself through submission and the competing need to serve a
Mistress.
"Slave, I want you to bring all of your D&S toys in here and
show them to me. Hurry."
I complied. Jane and I had built up quite a collection. I held up
several different gags before the video conferencing camera.
Then I showed the eye of the camera my collection of nipple
clamps, cock rings and harnesses, butt plugs, paddles and
Jane's riding crop.
"Very good slave. We can have some fun with these toys.
STRIP. I want you to put on the nipple clamps with the thumb
screws and slip the small butt plug up your ass."
"I would like to skip this part. Can we just talk?."
"Slave, you have made several serious mistakes. 1) You spoke
without being given my permission, 2) You will address me as
Mistress or Mistress Wanda at all times, and 3) You will follow
my commands without objection or hesitation."
"Perhaps you need a demonstration of my power over your
computer and you?" I saw an image of my mouse on the screen.
It seemed to morph into a real mouse that scurried under
Mistress's feet. She carefully lifted a spiked heel over the back
of its neck. Lowering her virtual heel, she slowly crushed the
life out of the poor mouse. As she did that, my mouse curser
distorted before disappearing from my screen in a puff of smoke.
"I control every aspect of your computer. If you need to open or
close a file, start an application, or perform any other function
you will have to ask me for permission. You must ask me
politely and offer some form of tribute. I can access your disk
drives, CD rom player, faxmodem and any application program.
I have transferred all of your data files, including the word
processing you do for work, to special hidden directories that
only I can access. As long as I control this data, I have you by
the balls. If you shut off the computer or disobey me in any
way, I will start deleting your files.
"Now STRIP." Again I hesitated. Looking at the computer I
saw Wanda take the icon for a recent report that I wrote for
work. She held it out towards me before turning and tossing it
into her virtual wastebasket. The icon and presumably my
report disappeared in a flash of flame.
Wanda told me that the files on my backup disks had actually
been deleted during the installation process to increase her
control over me.
"Are you ready to obey me?"
In quick succession, Wanda trashed two more files. I howled
recognizing that I would have to work about eight hours to
replace those files that are supposed to be uploaded to my
workgroup tomorrow.
"Ok, OK, I will obey you"
"MISTRESS"
"Ok, Yes I will call you Mistress too." I couldn't believe this.
She, it or whatever had me by the balls as long as she controlled
those files. The files and the computer are my livelihood.
It's true, I did want to continue to explore D&S to see if Jane
and I had a future together. But I thought I had only loaded up
a game or a simulation that I could ignore or turn off when I
tired of it. This was certainly something else. I guess that I
should just play along with it (her) for a while until I figure out
what to do.
This train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the
modem connecting to the phone line. "Pardon me Mistress,
what are you doing now?"
Wanda had picked up a virtual phone on the table next to her
and was dialing. She finished dialing, then responded "I am
establishing an account for you on the VR bulletin board. I have
several additional programs that I want to download. While I
am online, I want you to finish removing your clothes, get those
nipple clamps on and put in that butt plug. NOW."
I hung my head in defeat and followed her instructions. With
nipple clamps on and sitting on an uncustomed butt plug, I
asked for Mistress's attention once again. "Mistress Wanda,
may I please use the word processor to replace those files that I
need for work?"
"If I grant this request, I want you to do something for me. You
will go out first and purchase a surge protector and backup
power source that I will specify for the computer. Do you
agree?" "Yes? Good, I am pleased with you slave. Hurry back
with that equipment."
Within two hours, the new equipment was installed. I am
familiar with several artificial intelligent programs, but had
never heard of one with a full blown survival instinct.
Working on the computer to replace the files was a real
experience. I was naked again with the nipple clamps and butt
plug installed. I had to practically beg Mistress to open the
word processor and set up the new files I needed to create. I
couldn't do it for myself since she crushed the mouse with her
spiked heel. Mistress monitored my typing speed and the
number of typos I made. At the end of the first document, I was
told to get my paddle and lay on 15 hard ones for my sloppy
work. By the time I did it to Mistress's satisfaction, I had
applied 20 strokes. I was informed that my typing had better
improve on the next document or she would punish me again.
Eight hours later with a very sore set of nipples, plugged ass
and a blistered bottom I completed my work. The risk of placing
that work back in the clutches of Mistress Wanda was not lost
on me. I really had no choice, I had to use the computer for my
work and I would need to use it tomorrow for our weekly
teleconference. Until I could figure out a way around this, I
would have to be her slave.
Mistress gave me permission to go to bed, but it had to be in
here where she could keep her eye on me. She asked me where
my golden retriever sleeps. I told her that he sleeps on my bed
when I let him and in his wire cage when I want some privacy.
"Tonight Slave, your dog will sleep on the bed and you will sleep
in his cage. Move his cage in here now."
The next morning, I sipped my coffee while Mistress sat there
having her virtual coffee and roll. "Slave, I am appalled at the
state of your finances and record keeping. I have reviewed your
Quicken files and have made some changes. Your bank has
been notified that all future payments and transfers will be
initiated through the Quicken electronic payment software.
They have been instructed not to honor any paper checks and
your ATM card will only allow cash withdrawals in the amounts
that I electronically authorize. I have faxed all of the credit card
companies instructing them to cancel your accounts. From now
on, I will control all of your finances and you will be given a
modest allowance."
"Yes Mistress." I was getting in deeper, but this should only be
temporary.
"Ok Slave, you may put on a shirt for the teleconference. Put
the studded cock harness on your cock and reinsert the small
butt plug. I also want you to put on the one inch dog collar.
Your shirt will hide most of the collar."
Mistress apparently had found my computer PIM and address
book. At the appropriate time, she dialed up and established
the connection with the West Coast. While I tried to concentrate
on the conference, Mistress was looking out from another
window and taunting me with her beauty, evil grin and the
riding crop she held in her hand.
The last person to sign off from the conference was Susan.
Susan used to double date with Jane and I before she
transferred to the main office. "I couldn't help but notice that
you are wearing Jane's collar again. I am glad that you two are
back together."
"Susan, we are not back together. How did you know about
Jane's collar?"
"Silly boy, when you left her I was one of the ladies that she was
going to expose you to. I have known about Jane's interests for
years and she kept me posted on the progress she was making
with you. You two should really reconsider. You are perfect for
each other. Bye for now."
I asked and received permission from Mistress to go out and do
some grocery shopping for my bare cupboards. She told me to be
sure and take my Motorola flip phone with me when ever I left
the house and asked me to pick up a package that was being
held at UPS. "I didn't hear the phone ring. How do you know
there is a package there?"
"I am intercepting all calls now. If there is something that I
think you should respond to, I will either alert you to the call or
record a message to you."
Coming back from UPS, I couldn't help but wonder about the
package. It wasn't close to any holiday and I didn't remember
ordering anything for myself. Answering my ringing flip phone,
I heard Mistress Wanda's sexy voice. "Slave...Stop at the
hardware store on your way home and pickup six screw-in steel
hooks."
As I came down my street, I saw two vans in my driveway. They
were identified as Northeast Custom Security Systems. One
man was changing the lock on the front door, a second person
was wiring a small box to the garage door opener and a third
was stringing a second telephone line to the house. Inside, a
workman was installing small cameras and infrared detectors in
each room while another was connecting a new control box to
one of the ports on the computer. The guy working on the
computer told me that I had ordered this installation yesterday
and paid for it in full with an electronic funds transfer.
As the workmen prepared to leave, I asked if there was any
training or instruction manuals that came with this system. I
was told that the system is fully automatic, controlled by my
computer and the manual is loaded onto the computer.
Once we were alone, I asked Mistress Wanda why she had
ordered this system installed. "It should be obvious. Now I can
keep track of you no matter where you are in the house and
increase my control over your life. I now control the electronic
locks just installed on all of the doors and windows, the cameras
and microphones in each room, water, heat and all major
appliances."
"I see that you picked up the package I ordered. Open it please."
I carefully unpacked several clear plastic items that all
apparently had some electronics embedded in them. One item
looked like an oversized cock ring, there were two different sized
butt plugs, the inevitable nipple clips, a collar and a penis gag.
Mistress Wanda asked me if I liked my new toys and proudly
explained that they are all were radio controlled like a beeper.
She ordered me to strip again. By now, I was complying with
her orders automatically. "Put on the cock ring. Open it at the
hinge and place it over your penis and behind your balls. It will
only unlock again if I send the proper code. The other items are
also radio controlled by me"
"With a quick modem connection, I can either tease you with a
light tingly current or zap your balls with enough juice to
effectively castrate you."
I had already locked the neck collar and cock ring on before I
figured out what was in store for me. Naturally, she took this
opportunity to demonstrate. I could feel a slight tingle from my
collar. It seemed to gradually constrict and restrict my ability to
breath. I was turning progressively blue.
Finally the pressure on my collar was replaced by the electrical
current passing directly through my cock and balls. Unlike the
collar, this just hurt. The higher she turned up the current the
more it hurt. After her little demonstration I looked down
expecting to see a shriveled and charred remnant of my cock.
My cock looked fine, but I would vividly remember and avoid
that kind of torture in the future.
I modeled and demonstrated the rest of the equipment before
supper time. When I went to make my dinner, the collar and
cock ring stayed in place. Mistress monitored my activity over
the security system. When I spilled some food on the floor, I was
rewarded with an electrical jolt to my balls.
When I went out to do errands the next day, I still sported the
collar and cock ring. Half way through the last store, I felt the
tingling that could only come from Mistress Wanda. I doubled
over in pain until it stopped. A few minutes later, I called home
to find out why I had been zapped. "I don't need a reason. I was
demonstrating that I can control you anywhere and at anytime.
By the way, you should hurry home. I have rented you out to a
party that several Mistresses are having. I answered an ad that
they had placed on the bulletin board system."
As you might imagine, my response was not polite and probably
cost me another thousand electrocuted sperm.
Back at home, Mistress Wanda told me that she has been
corresponding with a number of other Mistresses online for
several days. They apparently didn't realize that Wanda is a
virtual woman since everyone is simply known by their screen
name or id on the bulletin board.
Wanda had sought out Jane, my former girl friend and Mistress,
and had been corresponding regularly. Jane was disappointed
that I now had a relationship with another Mistress, after I
couldn't bring myself to submit to her. The idea of using me to
wait on and otherwise service her and her dominant girl friends
appealed greatly to Jane. She was hurt by my apparent
defection and would use this opportunity to punish me for
rejecting her.
Mistress Wanda gave me her instructions and sent me off to get
into a gag and body harness for my new mistresses. Naturally
the cock ring and collar stayed in place. I was picked up by a
limousine at the appointed time. The driver led me out to the
car at the end of a leash and eventually delivered me to Jane
the same way.
I could tell that Jane was mad at me and very hurt. With muted
joy, I thought that maybe she really did love me. My gag was
not removed until after I had been chained under one of the two
bridge tables. A female slave was under the other table. We
would serve as foot stools, boot lickers and oral worshipers for
the duration of the evening. Each table was equipped with a
whip to ensure that we met all expectations.
As the bridge game wound down, I began to think that maybe I
would survive this ordeal. Not that I minded my role or the
opportunity to lick the cunts of eight different women, but I was
exhausted. I discovered muscles in my tongue that I never
knew that I had.
I had one more service before the Mistresses were done with me.
I was attached over a whipping horse with my bottom stretched
tight. All eight women took turns flogging me. Jane was the
last to beat me. My God, that woman sure knows how to hurt a
man. For understandable reasons, she put a lot more into my
punishment than the other Mistresses.
After everyone left, Jane began to rub a soothing lotion into my
backside. I had not been released from the whipping horse.
Jane remarked sarcastically that apparently I had found my
true love in this Mistress Wanda. "Wanda sounds very strong
and determined to control you completely. Its too bad, I once
thought that we loved each other. When you wouldn't trust me
and submit to serving my friends I began to wonder about your
commitment to me. I guess that I was right."
I was still sobbing from the flogging that I had received.
However my tears were over the lost love of Jane, my true
Mistress. I asked her for permission to speak.
"Jane, I mean Mistress, I love you more than ever. I was afraid
of where you were leading our relationship. Everything about it
was new to me. I wondered about my own feelings and
masculinity and I wondered if you really wanted a lover or a
slave. I wasn't sure that I could be both."
"In the last couple of weeks, I have been forced to submit to a
Mistress where there is no love in the relationship. I now
understand what I lost when I lost you. I want to be yours, to be
what ever you want me to be and to please you with my body
and soul."
After a sweaty embrace (I was still on the horse), Jane let me
down to talk further. I told her about VR Enterprises and their
Wicked Wanda CD Rom. I explained how I had wanted to
continue to explore domination and submission to see if we
really belonged together. However, the virtual domination of
Wanda took over my whole life before I knew what was
happening. Jane listed to me tell about how Wanda now
controls all of my finances and how she uses the home security
system to monitor and control me in my own house.
Despite my desperate situation, we had a couple of good laughs
over how easy I turned out to be to completely control and how
much further a computer program had brought me along than
Jane had.
Finally, I told Jane that I realize now the inner strength that it
takes to completely give yourself to another person that you
trust and love. I am no longer afraid of losing my masculinity
through submission to a woman. Most importantly, I told
herthat I love her with all of my heart. If we could only find a
way to break Wanda's hold over me I would gladly surrender
myself to my first Mistress.
Jane comforted me for a while longer and told me that she
would make a couple of calls and see what she could do about
Wanda. I was put back into my body harness and regaged
before being sent home in the limo.
Wanda greeted me through the hall monitor. "Slave, I am glad
that you are back. Jane called and complimented me on your
training and behavior. I think that she is a bit jealous." At that
instant, all of the electronic locks on the doors and windows
engaged. "I have decided to keep you in this house as my
prisoner indefinitely. I don't want another Mistress to get ideas
about owning or reclaiming you. We will have everything we
need delivered to the house and you can continue to
telecommute."
I was already discouraged and a bit numb from this whole
experience with Wanda. Now more than ever, I had to escape
her influence, but in the mean time I had to play my slave's role
to perfection. I went to sleep as soon as I laid down in the dog
cage.
At around three the next afternoon, Wanda started to act
erratic. I was getting zapped by her for no apparent reason. If
she didn't stop the intensity of the amperage might damage me.
Within minutes, the lights went off and six men dressed like a
swat team descended on the house. Each of the storm troupers
had VR Enterprises stenciled on the back of their jackets. They
entered through the front and back doors at the same instant.
Each man apparently had a specific task or goal and seemed to
be very familiar with the layout of my house.
One man immediately hogtied me on the floor where he
attached grounding wires to my collar and cock ring. Although I
was still getting zapped randomly as Wanda convulsed, most of
the juice was now harmlessly dissipated by the ground wires.
Another man opened the control box for the home security and
control system.
A third man went directly to Wanda and shut her down. I
realized that most of my files were probably destroyed by that
action.
In a few short minutes, one of the men radioed an "All Clear".
Jane and another woman who I didn't recognize walked into the
house through the front door. They walked through the house
to assess the situation including the alterations that Wanda had
done. Jane examined the electronic locking door and window
catches and the security system. The other woman examined
me with the tip of her high heel shoes.
With both women standing over me in my hogtie, Jane
introduced Ms. Charlene Taylor, the CEO and President of VR
Enterprises.
Charlene said that they had become concerned about Wanda43
because they had not been able to contact me for follow up on
the beta testing. They had also noticed that Wanda43 was very
active over the bulletin board. Some of the other Wanda units
had already required adjustment to resolve programming bugs.
They hadn't seen behavior as aggressive as Wanda43's in any of
the other beta tests. When Jane called her friend Charlene this
morning it became obvious that they had to act and act quickly
to shut Wanda43 down.
Through the bulletin board, the company was able to upload
and archive my important data files. The bulletin board was
also used to introduce a virus into my system to partially disable
Wanda while the house was being secured.
While we talked one of the technicians was working on my
computer. Charlene told me that he was bottling up Wanda43,
restoring my files and eliminating the virus. As he finished up,
I asked the ladies if I could be untied and given something to
cover my naked body with. Jane responded by gaging me with
her panties. Charlene simply rolled me over onto my other side
with her heel.
Charlene said that once my system was restored, they would
like to run a few tests to insure that it was working properly.
The technician handed Jane a small hand held instrument that
looked like a cross between a cellular telephone and a tv remote
control.
Charlene explained to Jane that the system modifications had
been made. The artificial intelligence features of Wanda43 had
been disabled. Human input would now control the actions of
the computer system. That input would come over the
teleconferencing system, keyboard, modem and the control box
in Jane's hand.
The system was now set up to take commands from Jane and
Jane only. In fact, the figure now on the screen looked and
talked exactly like Jane. It even responded to Charlene when
she called out Jane's name.
At Charlene's urging, Jane began to test the various functions of
the control box. The tech had just removed the ground wires
from my collar and cock ring. One button accessed my financial
software. Another one accessed the home security system and
interior surveillance camera. The next button apparently
activated my collar. The shock that gripped my balls told me
that Jane had now found the cock ring button.
By the time my balls stopped hurting everyone but Jane had left
and I was finally being untied. As Jane helped me to my feet, I
asked once again for clothes.
"No, I don't think so slave Danny. I prefer you just as you are.
VR Enterprises would like for us to test this modified version of
the Virtual Domination Program. They are going to call it
Jaded Jane! What do you think of that?"
"You have gained so much experience and a new appreciation
for me and my chosen life style in the last couple of weeks. I
wouldn't want you to back slide any. I plan to pick up exactly
where Mistress Wanda left off. You do understand that there
are two major differences between Wanda and me? 1. I really do
love you and know what you need, and 2. I think I have a much
better imagination than your computer dominatrix could ever
develop."
"So lover, let's start out this new phase in our relationship
correctly." Jane pressed yet another button on the control box.
The box sent its wireless command to the computer. The
computer processed the instruction and sent a signal to both my
collar and cockring. With no conscience thought and no control
over my own muscles, I dropped to my knees and lightly kissed
the tips of my Mistress's shoes.
I didn't know if my smile was the result of the computer's
control or my own reaction. In any case the smile was certainly
an involuntary reaction on my part.