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.