As reminder, as this chapter has a lot of focus on Marie: as noted in the last chapter, Mark is of average size - but average means half the world is smaller. Marie has only dealt with smaller, and her perspective is a little skewed as a result.
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Once at the apartment, Melissa snagged Stacey to help her with her project, leaving Mark alone with Marie as they entered his home. Technically the first time he'd been alone with her, too. He pulled her into his arms as she started taking off her clothes, running his fingers along her spine, and rested his forehead against her own. "I love you, you know."
The words made Marie's heart sing with joy. "I love you too, Mark. You.. you didn't need to say it so soon, you know. You don't know me that well... even if I am yours forever."
"Yes I do, because I mean it. I love all of you, Marie, and I think I should express it more." Squeezing her butt, getting a little twitch from the younger woman, he brushed his lips across her own, pulling her into a kiss. He broke it off before it became too heated, however. She returned to stripping off, and he focused on not getting distracted.
"On the topic of getting to know you better, my kitten. When I first fucked you, you said you were into choking, and exhibitionism. But you seem to be getting interested in more stuff. Spankings, being a cocksleeve..." he left the sentence hanging, as she clenched her thighs together, moaning softly: oh yeah. He'd programmed her to cum when he called her kitten.
"You're only the fourth guy I've slept with, Mark," she said after a moment, taking a few deep breaths. "And... I dunno. I always had ideas, I suppose, but most of those losers were more focused on what they wanted, and I never really... had the guts to ask anyone to help me experiment, until I met you. Can you maybe... introduce me to all the kinks, and we'll see what I like?"
Chuckling softly, he agreed, kissing her tenderly before tugging her over to his main computer -- waking it up, and going to his fetlife account. A little bit of navigation brought him to the kinks list, and he sat her naked self down. "Have a browse, Marie, and explore. Don't send any messages, though, OK? Make a list of which ones you want to start with. I'm going to take a look at that cam rig -- we should probably get yours here as well. "
Marie was delighted at this simple solution -- she had not forgotten he had plans for her this afternoon, and started on two lists -- one for 'Eventually' and one for 'Today'. This should be fun!
Pulling out an old test laptop, Mark made sure the Wi-Fi and internet were disabled and put in the Readme disk, doing his best to ignore the exhibitionist: as promised, she seemed insistent on being naked in his home. Opening up the video file, he was unsurprised it was another brainwasher.
The same beat, the same patterns he sort of ignored, a male voice telling the Recruit that she has been chosen for sale. To remain in her present role, hide the fact she was camming from her current assignment, and over the next year, to start liquidating assets -- renting what they needed to live -- and be ready to move in precisely one year. To encourage viewers to bid on her, to remind them that the biggest spender after three months would get to spend a weekend using her -- and the biggest spender after a year would own her for the rest of her life. To fantasize and dream of being some stranger's slave, of forgetting her previous life, of being moulded into whatever that stranger desired.
It moved on, amusingly enough, to teaching them how to set everything up for best recording, what the requirements were to make for a good shoot, and to ensure that both the remote controlled vibrators were in their proper holes when they started streaming. There were even notes on how to dress -- sexy, slutty, horny -- and various ways of creating impromptu soundproofing if needed.
It then instructed her to ensure she had a regular streaming schedule of at least 12 hours a week, and to make sure the recruit held to it: to set the decided schedule on their profile page the day before streaming. Finally, they were to ignore the fact that the streaming gear would only stream to one site, and only connect it to their computer when streaming: hide it when not in use.
That gave him a strong clue as to what the 'hub' did: installing some diagnostic software he used for debugging, he plugged it in to the same laptop, watching it as... yep, it rooted the device, allowing others to access it remotely: it would record passwords and activity, enable discrete, remote access to the cam, and tried to automatically open up the page for the sex slave site -- login information provided, even. The victims wouldn't even have to remember. They'd just be compelled to plug it in and put themselves up for sale.
Removing it all wasn't that hard for him, though he did steal occasional glances at Marie -- she seemed engrossed in what she was reading: someone's 'writings', he thought -- as he re-enabled the internet on the laptop to check his mail for the first time that day.
Finally, he had a reply from Brian: his college buddy worked these days as a black hat analyst, a fact he had been quite smug about in the past. The E-mail was asking what was up, and apologising for the delay -- he'd been at a conference -- giving Mark a number to call, and noting he was typically available in the evenings. He hadn't spoken to him in about six months -- not since Brian had moved halfway across the country for work, so it would be good to catch up. Not to mention call in a favour...
It was simple enough to access the material he needed to make new videos on the device, though he paused to move to his actual computer to grab his microphone. He kissed Marie on the crown of her head in passing, and asked how she was getting on.
Marie had been quite engrossed in exploring the world of BDSM -- it was generating all sorts of interesting ideas in her head as she looked at what various people were into. The file containing her 'lists' had been growing, and she had to admit: some of the erotica on here was getting her wet. Not to mention all the nude photos -- she hoped Master would post her pictures on his page as time went on... So when he leaned over her, grabbing the equipment he wanted, she jumped a little: the kiss felt nice, sending little shivers into her naked body, waking up the brand on her bones with a paean of song: she was his!