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Women In Command - part 1.
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I used to search the internet for stories about sissies, female
domination, forced crossdressing and forced homosexual activity. Anything
that involved humiliation of a male, I'd try and find it. I downloaded
hundreds of pictures of women dominating men, or of women being
dominated, but I always thought how exciting it would be to be the one
being dominated. I would browse online stores, looking at panties and
some of the frillier womens clothing. In fact, I even ordered some
panties over the internet. Of course, apart from that I would also do
normal things over the internet, buy tickets, buy goods and use email.
The problem with the internet is that you can never be sure who is
watching. Someone with the right contacts and skills could learn a lot
about you from your internet behaviour. Mistress Caroline was such a
person. A self made millionaire as a result of the dot com boom she ran a
successful computer auditing and security company, Wicom. The company
specialised in things like foiling cyber attacks on company computers and
testing for holes in the security of a companies computer network. The
company was staffed by some extremely skilled staff.
With the skills she had available to her Mistress Caroline was easily
able to expand her sideline business. A business from which she gained a
lot of financial reward, but more importantly for her, a lot of personal
and sexual satisfaction.
A little known, very secretive and extremely well funded department of
her company was the special projects department. The people in that
department were highly qualified and had hacked into the computers of the
major search engines and planted spy programs that would search the host
computers databases looking for certain keywords being used by people in
their searches. If any such words were matched the results were sent back
to Wicom's computers. The details sent included the IP address from which
such searches originated.
The IP address would be used to locate the source computer and the
service provider that was being used. It was easy to then hack into the
search providers computers and get the details of the individual who
managed that account. Once those details were available the department
would run suitability checks against all identified targets. Once a month
Mistress Caroline would have a meeting with the research team to discuss
the suitable candidates.
The trigger words were words like "femdom', "female domination', "sissy',
"forced crossdressing', "humiliation" to name a few. The criteria that
decided if a candidate was suitable was that the person issuing these
searches was to be male, single, no immediate family and no strong ties
with the community. If these criteria were met a week was spent
monitoring all their computer activity to see how often they performed
such searches and what sites they regularly visited.
If a candidate was approved at the monthly meeting then their details
would be handed to the evaluation department. This department would
perform surveillance on the candidate, often planting hidden bugs and
cameras in their houses and following them to work or out on their daily
routine. Plenty of photographs were taken during this time.
The evaluation department also had a monthly meeting with Mistress
caroline. Once enough data had been gathered about the candidates they
were required to evaluate they would present their findings at the
meeting. Some candidates, while seeming ideal during the research phase,
turned out to be unsuitable once they'd been assessed by the evaluation
department. On average though, 70 percent of those candidates identified
by the research department as suitable for evaluation turned out to meet
the criteria required by the evaluation department.
At the monthly evaluation team meeting candidates would be selected for
processing and their details passed on to the transformation team.
Mistress Caroline got ecxcited at this point of the process because she
knew that within a month she'd have a new plaything. It was sometime
after their selection at the evaluation meeting that the "candidate"
would become of aware of the fact they'd been "selected'. Using the
information that they'd gathered from all their surveillance the
transformation team would abduct the candidate.
I had just come back from a training run and as was my habit, I went to
the fridge and opened, and quickly drank, a bottle of energy drink. I
soon felt very tired and went to lay down on my bed.
I woke up and was confused to find myself laying on a mattress within a
cage. The cage was square, each side the length of the mattress I lay
upon. One side of the cage, the side against which the mattress lay was a
brick wall, the remaining three sides being made of iron bars. The front
of the cage had a door set into it and looking trough the side bars I
could see that I was in the middle cage of a row of five. On the ceiling
of each cage was a railing that ran around the sides of the cage. large
curtains hung from each end of these railings. The curtains were chained
in the open position against the wall. As I sat on the mattress, my back
against the wall, there was a potty in the left hand front corner of the
cage and in the right hand front corner were two dogs bowls. One empty
the other filled with water. There were assorted hooks and rings set into
the wall against which I rested as well as attached to the bars of the
cage. In front of the cages was a passageway that ran the length of the
room containing the cages, there was a door at the end to my right.
Looking into each cage were two cctv cameras. In front of my cage was a
computer on a wheeled trolley.
I noticed that I was still dressed in my running gear. It was dry which
meant I'd been asleep for a while. As I looked round the tv screen
flickered to life.
"Atention please, attention, please. Watch and listen, this will answer
many of your questions," a voice boomed from the speakers on either side
of of the computer screen. The next fifteen or so minutes were a roller
coaster of humiliation, shame, despair and panic as the workings of the
company were explained to me. The presentation then went on to list how I
had come to their attention. It turns out that in my searches I'd used
95% of the words they monitored which apparently put me in the top 15% of
their candidates. They explained how I was a strong candidate because I
was single, lived alone, rented a flat and had no surviving family. The
presentation listed the websites I'd visitied, even showed me some of the
pages I'd looked at. It showed video footage from hidden cameras showing
me jerking off while looking at pictures of men being dominated by both
males and females, there were clips of me watching TV, reading books or
cooking wearing frilly womens clothing, some clips taken outside showed
me jogging in my standard leggings and t-shirt outfit, but the commentary
mentioned how the leggings were womens leggings. The commentary ended
with a summary of my future.
"You have been chosen to live out your fantasies. We will train you, we
will provide you with work that will indulge in your fantasies. Your
initial contract will be for one year, but any misbehaviour will result
in your contract being extended. Your rental agreement has been
cancelled. all your belonging have been packed away and stored safely. We
have taken care of all your financial details, for the duration of your
contract all your insurances will be paid, any bills you had have been
paid up so you have no outstanding debts. All you have to do is to hand
in your resignation. we will discuss that in a while. In the mean time
you have been given a weeks leave by your manager to go to the funeral of
your best friend. You could of course decide to cancel your contract with
us, but should you do so we will release the footage that we have of you,
and with our resources, wherever you go we will keep track of you and
will pass out that data to everyone you may meet. We are sure that you
have many questions, the most common questions are why are we doing this,
the answer is because we can and we enjoy it. Will we ruin your life? No,
as long as you do as your told. Will we let you go? Yes, once your
contract has expired you will be free to leave. We will not permit you to
speak unless in response to a question we ask you, or an order we give
you, so that is all you will know for now. We'll now give you some time
to think about what you want to do."
The speakers went silent but on the screen the footage of me in womens
clothing, looking at perverted pictures on the web, and getting dressed
in womens underwear and jeans, being in public wearing womens boots
continued to play. The thing that scared me was how much footage there
was. Despair washed over me as I realised that there was no way I would
survive the embarrassment of this stuff being made public. I also
realised just how alone I was. I had friends, but no close friends. I'd
always enhoyed being a bit of a loner. I hadn't realised how vulnerable
that had made me.
The speakers burst to life. "Do you accept your new role with us?"
I nodded my head.
"Speak up. we can't hear you."
"Yes," I muttered.
"Say it loudly! Do not mutter!"
"YES," I souted in frustration.
"Good. Take your t-shirt off and stand in front of your mattress."
I noticed that the computer screen was showing what one of the cctv
cameras could see and I watched myself as I took my t-shirt off,
revealing the leotard that I wore underneath it.
"Interesting running gear. what is that you are wearing?"
"A leotard," I mummbled, my face blushing as a wave of shame swept over
me.
"Speak up! You will answer all questions clearly or you will get time
added to your contract. What is that that you are wearing?"
"A leotard," I replied loudly.
"A leotard?" the voice mocked. "But isn't that something that women wear?
Do men usually wear leotards?"
"No," I replied loudly my face still burning with shame.
"No what?"
"No, men don't wear leotards."
"So you like wearing women's clothing do you?"
I blushed as I confirmed that yes, I did enjoy wearing womens clothing.
"And your leggings, are they women's leggings too?"
I replied that they were and was told to take them off which left me
standing in a high cut, floral leotard. I obeyed orders and turned around
so that the hidden watchers could see the leotard.
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