Megan turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, moved into the apartment and let the door close behind her with a thud. She slumped against the wall, letting her shoulders sag and her head droop. Her Great Dane, Rex, looked up at her briefly before letting his eyelids close again. He looked more tired than she felt, and that was saying something.
It was finally Friday and it had been another long exhausting week at work.
Megan slaved away day-in, day-out in her male dominated office to no avail, she received no recognition for her work and was repeatedly passed over for promotion. Her boss was a pervert that she detested and in her head she knew that he was the one holding her back.
Anyway, the week was over, time to relax and forget about work. Megan stepped through to the kitchen, her low heels clacking on the tiled floor, taking a frozen meal for one from the freezer and slinging it into the microwave. Rex followed her in, sensing it was time for food and nuzzled at the hem of her pencil skirt. She noticed the nudge and proceeded to fill his bowl of food from the container, patting him on the head as he began to eagerly consume his meal.
"Time for a drink." She thought to herself.
There was still a half bottle of rose wine in the fridge and she helped herself to a large glassful. Two large gulps and the glass was already half empty. She topped up the glass before returning the bottle to the fridge, at which time, the microwave bleeped to let her know her meal was ready. She grabbed a fork, a plate and her now steaming portion of pasta, swooping to pick up her glass of wine as she left the room.
In her living room she placed her meal on the coffee table and pulled up the lid on her laptop, letting it whir into action. She slipped her modest black heels off and rubbed her sore and sweaty feet through her sheer pantyhose. Next, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra clasp through her blouse, taking a deep breath in as the pressure released. Her bra was getting old and the elastic was not as accommodating as it once was, perhaps it was time for her to invest in some new lingerie, but with her sex life in it's current state only her and her faithful dog would get to see it so it seemed a waste of time.
Her laptop had booted up opening at its last location, her private blog. Megan had no intention of ever publishing her innermost desires and passions, but she found it a good method for release to articulate them even if they were never to be read. As she slowly ate her food she wrote about her week: another week without sex. She was not unattractive, in fact quite the opposite, but all of the men in her life were lecherous, idiotic and immature. She had no desire in them, in fact she had always been picky with her choice of men. She did however, have a lot of sexual kinks and as the weeks and months passed without intercourse she became more and more frustrated. To the point that she stared in lust at men's crotches, she even found herself daydreaming and staring at women's breasts in public, having to snap herself out of it numerous times a week.
She wrote down some of her sexual fantasies in her private blog, mostly the more tame ones, but even these were fairly extreme by a normal persons standards. Lately she had been dreaming about being kidnapped and raped. It was a dream she was hoping to push out of her mind, writing it down might help.
After finishing her food and wine she headed in to her bedroom, she was exhausted and did not have the effort or inclination to shower. It was warm and muggy so Megan slipped off her skirt and blouse throwing them onto the chair in the corner. She also slid off her pantyhose and the lacy boyshorts she had underneath and discarded her already loose bra. Finally undoing the bun in her hair, she let her brown curly locks fall down to her shoulders and flopped face down onto the bed, laying on top of the sheets in complete nudity. Rex entered the room and curled up on the bed by her feet, her loyal protector, and the pair of them fell asleep quickly.
Megan tossed and turned that night, having vivid dreams about various men and strong visions of large erect penises penetrating her that seemed to last for hours.
When she awoke, her head was groggy and she was covered in sweat. She was still naked, the sheets twisted and soaked through. The tv in her bedroom was playing static. "That's strange." She murmured internally, as she struggled to recall if she had even turned the TV on the night before. She didn't think so. She rubbed at her eyes and at that moment the TV turned to black.
"Megan." The speakers blurted, with a synthesised voice. She double took, quickly becoming alert and pulling the covers to cover her exposed breasts as a matter of instinct.
"Yes, Megan." The television spoke again, the screen lighting up with a graphical representation of the sound.
"Megan, today is the first day of the rest of your life, your time has come." She looked around in confusion, was this real? She pinched at her skin, feeling pain. She seemed awake at least.
"Megan, I stumbled upon your blog, the internet is not as secure as you might think. I have read your innermost sexual thoughts and I have decided you are the perfect candidate." A quizzical look appeared on Megan's face, her brow furrowing.
"I am going to give you the encouragement and tuition required to enact your desires, and release your inner SLUT." The voice snarled the last word with extra emphasis.
Megan moved quickly to the TV and pressed the power button, switching it off. What prank was this? As she turned her back to the television she heard it turn itself back on again.
"Megan, I completely control your life now, your home, your office everything about it is fully within my power to influence. You have no choice but to follow my commands."
"Or what?" Megan bellowed aloud in frustration.
"Or you will be punished you stupid whore."
