Mr. Wagner, has taken control of control of Lisa and Ben's computers. He uses this to dispense severe punishment for Lisa and Ben failing to follow instructions with a delivery man.
Lisa returned home a bit later after work than usual. I greeted her and told her to take all her clothes off. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"Actually, Mr. Wagner is the one doing the telling."
"I'll do that when he comes. I need to square a few things with him first. Besides, I have a more pressing problem to deal with. I tried to buy something on the way home but my card didn't work."
At this point her mobile phone rang. "What's this," she screamed. The background photo was of her strung up naked at Owen's from the neck down.
I started to laugh. I guess there might be some parts of the journey I might like! "You best answer it."
"Who's this," demanded Lisa.
"You'll not take that tone with me, young lady. I'll not tell you a thing until you take your clothes off."
"And if I don't?"
"I'll send that photo to everyone in your phonebook."
"How...."
"Take off your clothes now. No more questions or the photo goes out." This time she obeyed, though she left her underwear on. "Are underwear clothes?"
There was silence as she tried to understand what was going on. "How do you know what I'm wearing?"
"Take off what is on your body or," Mr. Wagner cut her off again. Off came the underwear. "Very good. Now go to your computer and sign in."
She scowled. "What is going on, Mike?"
"You do as you're told and only what you're told." The voice was commanding and she did as instructed. She tried to sign in but it didn't work. "What have you done? What's going on here?"
"I know at first I agreed with you about giving Mr. Wagner the film. But he convinced us that you actually did break your commitment to him," said Owen.
Lisa started to say something but now Fred cut her off. "So we've given him the film. We have changed all your passwords so we control everything. We're going to force you to become - Slave, show her the new password." I went over to her and gave her a slip of paper.
"TitWhore," she just about screamed at the top of her lungs. I could hear laughing on the phone.
"I'm not going to do..."
"Finish that sentence and the photo goes to everyone in your phonebook."
Lisa had no choice but to sign in with her new password. Her face was hard as nails. This revealed a background photo of her with her tit in her mouth. "Wonderful reminder of what you are, don't you think?" More laughing.
"You perverts. What are you doing!" Lisa was about in tears.
"Such language will not be permitted. Punishment will be meted out for this transgression. We were going to allow you to order your dinner tonight and pay for it from your bank account. But to show the power we now hold over you, we will order for you and you'll have to pay for it on delivery."
"But I don't have any cash. My card didn't work." There was desperation in her voice.
"We can give you the codes for some cash or you can negotiate with the delivery man."
"That's easy. Give me the codes."
"Sure but you're not allowed any clothes tonight. You are to stay nude until I come to you."
"You bastards. Keep your codes for now."
"Fine. But you must answer the door and arrange payment. Your slave is not to be involved. He will explain the arrangements while you wait for dinner." With that the line went dead.
Lisa Looked at me. I started explaining the afternoon's events. She became more agitated as she realised how trapped we were. "My god, what are we to do," she said in despair.
"What they tell us to do," was all I could offer.
The doorbell rang. We looked at each other. "Guess I have to get that."
"Suppose so," was all I offered. I was sure I could hear her heart beating.
Up she got. I heard their voices but couldn't make out the words. She came back with a smile. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you as we set up dinner." This was an odd thing to do with us both naked. Lisa had forced me to do this frequently. It was both reassuring and erotic to be naked together and having dinner. "I hid behind the door. Fortunately, it was one of our semi-regular deliverers. I told him I was in my birthday suit because it was my birthday so had nothing on me to pay him. Would he mind coming back later this week. And I promised him a big tip."
"Brilliant. I just wonder what will happen the rest of the week." We continued dinner speculating what that could be. I was doing the dishes when the doorbell rang. "I suspect that's him."
"I suspect you're right. I will see as it is me he wants to see. Pun intended by the way." I tried to laugh.
I heard the door open and footsteps into the living room. Lisa was talking. "Look, you don't have to be so controlling. I'll give you all the access you want."
"You don't seem to understand," growled Mr. Wagner. "You now give and I now take. That's it. Any arguing or talking back will result in punishment. And that will very likely be sending photos you don't want sent to people who you don't want to see them. Before you say another word, go and look at your email outbox."
Lisa was confused as she headed for her computer. She signed in and opened her email. There was a message to her father. "Open it up." We were terrified to see a photo of her sucking her tit.
"That's my father!!!!!"
"The system picks names at random. Since this is your first day under the new rules I will give you three day's grace for the complaining and bad behavior tonight before sending it. From now on any talking back or disobedience will result in an email being sent. That's any, do I make myself clear?"
