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Marina's Regime by Aken Chapter 1 The Party I met Marina S?nneberg at a party shortly after my divorce. On the advice of my therapist Lorain I was attempting to socialize. My four- year marriage produced no children, however at age 30 I was hoping I still had time to meet Ms. Right if I kept on the lookout. "Self-blaming can follow the end of a failed relationship," Lorain had said to me, "I want you to avoid that state of mind. It's essential to steer clear of hurt feelings, and resist the urge to work too hard. You tend to do that sometimes with your accounting work, don't you Tom?" "Above all, do not retreat to your shell," she warned, "Look for new opportunities to meet eligible women instead. Seek out some good chemistry. Look for new romance to form." My marriage left me bruised if not broken, for my dear wife Celine had cheated on me. She carried on affairs throughout our marriage, although she expertly managed to hide them from me. I didn't know the men's names and didn't want to know. When I confronted her about it she was plainly unapologetic. She suggested we keep things as they were, then advanced the idea that I might come to enjoy her lifestyle if I embraced it. If I "came to terms with it", was how she put it, things would be "liberating and more pleasant all around." Her suggestion upset me perhaps more than her promiscuity had. Why would I agree to something so ridiculous? Just the thought of sharing Celine with numberless shadowy rivals repulsed me. It angered me as well. "I've been nothing but faithful to you," I said bitterly. "How can you think that I would welcome even more betrayal?" "How indeed?" she asked. "Because this is who we are, my love. I think you may be in some denial about that. You say I've hidden it from you, but have I truly? An affair changes everything, Thomas. On some level you must have known what I was actually doing." "Maybe so," I countered, "but why should I have to study tea leaves to find out what my wife is doing behind my back? Whatever happened to love, honor and cherish?" "Nothing at all dear, as long as you put cherish first," she offered. "I admit I could have discussed it with you long ago, and more completely. I accept full blame for that. But one thing I'll never regret - how nice it felt to know you are here for me, loyal to me. I cherish that. You've been faithful for both of us, dear. I admire that so much. It's a special quality you have, Tom. You may not understand it, but you made life perfect for us all this time." Her words were pure nonsense to me but they still hurt. I refused to argue or retaliate, but declined her bizarre proposal all the same. In a few months our breakup was official. We agreed to amicable terms. My at- home accounting business was doing well, although her VP salary at a regional bank earned quite a lot more than I brought in. Also our savings were flush from a recent inheritance we received when an aunt died with only two nieces to pass the estate on to. Celine split those assets with me and she kept our house. I kept my one-man CPA firm and we agreed not to speak publicly about her infidelities during or after our settlement. Two months of seeing a therapist and talking about my feelings had helped me a lot. I learned how to recognize my self-esteem and abandonment issues. Lorain also invited me to see the positive sides of my situation. Although I was alone I now had almost $9 million in savings and stocks. With 29 clients my CPA business was generating a marginally good income. I had much to offer the world now, she assured me, a lot to offer a new Mrs. Tom. "I'd make a move on you myself If I weren't so happily married." Lorain laughed. "You are a caring man, Tom. And you are not a bad-looking man either. So let's get on with your life." She gave me an assignment to attend a meet-up at a nearby pub. A group of singles liked to go there and get to know one another over cocktails, snacks and Friday night sports. That was the night I met Marina. She had shining jet black hair, quite a bit shorter than Celine's blond mane, and her eyes sparkled with wit. Her sleek dark leggings and caramel-colored heels were decidedly sexy. I introduced myself immediately when I saw her and a few other singles near the door. "It rhymes with America," she said in a cheerful whisper. "Not with that boat-dock word, even though I spell it the same way." She gave me a smile, then moved on. I circulated the bar awhile thinking I might find a new bookkeeping client if nothing else. Ten minutes later I was startled to see Marina standing just inches from my left shoulder. She had reapplied her makeup. Her luminously red lips parted pleasantly and I froze. She just smiled, waiting for my reaction. "Well, you're full of surprises," I joked at last. "I am fairly good at that, Tom," she replied and moved closer. Her breast pressed into my left arm as an elegantly manicured hand toyed with my tie. I felt the rich warm fragrance of Marina's perfume wrap around me. "You smell... really nice," I remarked. She peered at my eyes. "That is just my love potion. None of my boyfriends can resist it." I was smitten at once by her attentions. It didn't faze me that she spoke of her other suitors, even though she stressed the words "my boyfriends" in a provocative way. And besides, wasn't I the one she was practically dancing with? I became ridiculously rock-hard, and I was actually grateful to be overdressed in a suit. "Yes," I said, "A powerful potion indeed." "Tom, I love how you dressed up tonight," Marina continued without a hint of irony. "A man who dresses formally for me and does exactly as I ask him, can win me over every time." The effect Marina was having on me was astonishing. It had me wondering how starved for feminine contact I must be. But my emotional needs couldn't explain it. This was physical, an electrical impulse coming directly from her. Boyfriends or no boyfriends, Marina infused me with confidence and desire. "Do you mind a woman who is forward, Tom?" she asked me coyly. "No. Not even a little," I said, "Should I worry about my competition though?" "Always," she smiled, as she tucked a business card into the breast pocket of my jacket. "Do not look at this until you are safely home. Alone. Cross your heart, and never lie?" "Absolutely," I said. She patted my suit approvingly where the card was hidden. I watched her glide out of the exit door of the bar, leaving only a faint trace of her perfume behind. I sat down, ate some peanuts and tried to clear my thoughts. What the hell just happened to me? And what secret does her card contain? All I knew was if I peeked at it before I got home it would be a deal breaker. I hoped it would contain her phone number, but it might be nothing. Maybe it was a tipoff on a prize fight, or an invite to an MLM recruitment party. The last thought made me laugh out loud. 'Life can be a party,' Lorain often said to me. 'Enjoy it.' As much as I wanted to see what Marina slipped into my pocket I deliberately took my time. At least an hour passed before I left the pub. A part of me was trying not to be so easily maneuvered by the hormones or pheromones she seemed to have dosed me with. But another part of me couldn't wait to become her plaything, to be painted by the numbers any way she desired. I sipped my beer and marveled at how I could still be so hard for her. As the cab brought me home my mind was still racing. I stifled an urge to run up four flights of stairs to my modest apartment. I had nothing to compare these feelings to. Just arriving home alone to my dusty residence piled high with boxes not yet unpacked shouldn't be so energizing, but tonight it was. Tonight was different. Marina had made everything different. With my door bolted securely behind me I reached into my jacket pocket and drew out a bright white business card. No words were printed on either side of it, yet along one edge was a tiny image of a zipper partly unzipped. Looking closer, I discovered the card was a sandwich, two layers of paper that could be peeled apart from the edge where I found the mysterious zipper icon. I tugged at it gently until the front and back sides separated and became two cards. Both halves had something stamped on the inside in a pale shade of greenish ink. One side contained a square-shaped bar code. The other side held some unusual instructions. Access code: 173C-V48 Expires at exactly 9 PM. Info will fade in 5 min. I was completely taken aback. Of all the scenarios I imagined for Marina's card, none was as unusual as this. The bar code and login concerned me too. Merely scanning it into my smartphone would take a leap of faith. But my wall clock showed 8:52 and both cards had become a bit paler already. If I wanted to see Marina again I had almost no time to waste. Moving rapidly, I took a picture of the cards with my phone, planning to keep the login if it faded away too quickly. But the image from my camera contained only two blank cards. Damn! It must be a special color my camera can't see. I've wasted another half-minute. I tried to scan the code with my phone. I had doubts it would scan a shade of vampire ink my camera was unable to capture, but immediately an application download notice came up, stating a program named SMYLD required a single-use entry code. I entered my code in the authorization field, just in time I hoped. The cards were almost unreadable by now. The application came up. A still image of Marina filled my screen, as radiant and intelligent as she had looked earlier that night. It was framed closely to Marina's playful eyes and her extravagantly red lips. Lines of text appeared at the bottom, "Welcome Tom! I am delighted to find you inside my interface. All of the rules here are mine, and I am a very controlling woman. You are only allowed to respond to my prompts and requests. Will you agree to my terms?" I was startled, but heard myself saying aloud, "Sure, why not." I clicked the YES field, eager to discover where we were going. I was urged on as well by a wildly throbbing new erection. Marina's Regime Chapter 2 Perfect Match The image of Marina S?nneberg's face was not live, but I noticed a slight movement when I touched the OK button. Her cheek may have turned in some direction. Maybe she winked at me, I couldn't quite tell. A new text block appeared under her strikingly lovely features. "Thank you, Tom! My rules include rewarding you with pleasure when you please me and chastising you whenever you fail at your tasks. Your present rank is novice. It is your starting level. You may ask me two questions each time we meet. The novice will perform two tasks per week, and will meet with me once a week for review. A successful task which pleases me earns a novice one reward. You are due for one reward right now, Tom, for coming to my interface before your invitation expired. Do you understand and agree to my terms?" I hesitated for a bare second. I would much rather ask the questions first, but nothing was on the screen that would allow me to text back, so I nodded and tapped the OK box. "Cross your heart and never lie?" came the next text, echoing words she'd said at the bar. "Yes," I tapped once again, anxiously hoping this would soon start to make sense. "In a few short minutes I will allow you to ask your two questions, Tom. But your reward comes first. And before that reward I have an important couple of questions to ask you." I blinked my eyes a number of times waiting for further prompts. I was about as excited as I could recall ever feeling, but it was a calm and curious sensation. I felt I was involved in a video game or a kind of scavenger hunt, and each step overflowed with sex and desire. In a way I was reliving the best moments from Laura Croft, Resident Evil, Final Fantasy and Perfect Dark, rolled up together and supervised by the unfathomable Marina S?nneberg. "Tom, dear, can you hear me?" It was her voice, not a text. Marina was on my speakerphone now, and I was elated. "Yes I know, dear. Can you hold your phone away from your face? I will hear you better." I did as she asked, noticing her face had changed yet again. It was still a flat image but the angle of her chin had tilted a bit. Her smile seemed less intense and somehow more regal. "I know you have a hundred and one questions, Tom. But you have to wait until you receive your first reward. Now remember, you are limited to two questions tonight, and when your time comes you must ask carefully. Any add-ons like "why", "are you kidding" or "seriously" will count toward the two. After I answer a second question the session will end promptly." "Sessions? Novice level? Tasks? Rewards? What does all of it mean?" I wondered quietly. "But who cares? She plans to explain it eventually, and I haven't felt this horny in years." "Tom darling, it is time for your reward. Please prop your phone up somewhere so you can be handsfree and look into my face directly. This way I can keep track of you as well." I put the phone into its charger which aligned the phone vertically next to my computer alcove. "Take off your jacket and shirt," Marina said. "Bare to the chest. Now, take the two parts of the card I gave you and lay them down with the inside surfaces pointing up. Even though the words have all faded away there is a patch of special ink in the middle of each card. I want you to put a big drop of your saliva at the center of each card where that ink is. Do this by licking your two pinkie fingers. Now, draw little circles in the wet places you made. You will use one pinkie for each card. I want you to dissolve the ink for me. Stir it up nicely." I did as she asked. As soon as the cards became wet, the scent of Marina filled my living room. It enveloped me as intensely as when she pressed her body against me in the bar. "Oh my god," I groaned, "I can smell your perfume again." "Yes, I know dear. Now put the cards wet side up in the palms of your hands. One goes in the center of each hand facing up. Press them tightly against your nipples Tom. Yes, keep your eyes locked on my eyes, darling. Watch me on your phone and keep pressing hard." For long moments I felt intoxicated, swept away by a sweet tingling lustful euphoria. I could see Marina's image had become a live video. She smiled and blew kisses at me. My head was spinning as I held her gaze. I could hear her telling me to focus. Again and again she ordered me to stand straight and tall. She seemed to know I was riding a powerful tide of semi-conscious ecstasy. I could easily have fainted dead away with a big grin on my face. But I didn't. I held on tightly. As the waves came to an end I stood with my knees quivering in exhaustion, feeling the spent exhilaration I can only compare to an orgasmic release. "You can drop your hands and have a seat now," she said, "in that brown chair just behind you we can still see one another." Marina's image had become a flat photo again. A look of flushed satisfaction was on her face. I sat heavily, feeling amazed if a little dumbfounded. "Rest up a little and catch your breath. The catalyst in your cards is mostly absorbed now. Your reward was the super-sexy feeling it gave you. You can keep those cards if you like. There may be a little bit of dosage left on them that will give you a much smaller rush later on. And now before you ask your questions and while you are collecting your thoughts, let me warn you that if you ask me anything that I am not ready to tell you at this time, I will say your answer is off-limits for now. If so, that will still count as one of your questions." "I do not discuss future tasks or events in our meetings, Tom. All tasks will be assigned in the next day or two by a text from this app or by courier service. I love to create suspense. Followup meetings will be scheduled by the same method. At the end of each meeting your schedule will be cleared, and you await my next round of instructions for the coming week." Marina paused, and her image smiled widely. She was ready to hear my questions at last. As I began to talk my voice seemed thin and distant in my ears. It sounded almost foreign. "I feel strange, Marina. Whatever you're doing it feels incredible, but I'm scared. Since the moment we met I have felt different. Am I being drugged or hypnotized or something?" "Not to worry my dear. I do use special perfumes that engage the subconscious. They may intensify certain desires and needs. But know that if you were not the perfect match for me none of my powers of persuasion would have any effect on you. Whatever you may feel for me or yourself is not due to any changes I could possibly make to you on the inside. Inside, you are already the man I desire, a man who knows himself better with each assignment I give. The moment I saw the quality of man you were, I knew you could be my new novice." I was baffled by many things, but her talk about levels was my biggest curiosity of the moment. "Marina, I don't understand the levels thing you have been describing. Can you explain what these levels are, and what they have to do with becoming your boyfriend?" "Certainly," she replied, "there are eight levels I currently require boyfriends to ascend. Based on our interactions earlier tonight I gave you a very special gift, Tom. I started you out at level four instead of level one. You are on a fast track to becoming a special boyfriend of mine." "Thank you," I heard myself say. Strangely, the gratitude I felt was immediate and real. "Below novice there were the penitent, the pecuniary, and dismissee ranks. Those levels can take months to master, yet you skipped right over them. This is wonderful for you." "Yes, yes it is," I answered, although I had no clear idea as to why. "Plus there is so much more for you to strive for. From novice you will climb to the trainee level. Next you become an aspirant, then a devotee, and ultimately a servitor. That will be the highest honor, Tom. You will then serve me with the full diligence your Queen requires. This concludes your first reward session. I will contact you soon, my darling. Goodnight." Her app shut down. It was 10:17. I sat, trying to figure out what had happened to me but I didn't know where to begin. Who was this remarkable woman? Although it was clear that I didn't know a thing about her, she seemed to know everything about me, plus how to push all my buttons with that mystery ink on her business cards. My entire body felt flushed and wobbly. I noticed my pants were wet with semen and I wasn't even embarrassed by that. I laughed out loud about it. I'd never climaxed so thoroughly as that. My orgasm had never lasted so long either. I wanted more of this, no matter what it cost me. I took a hot shower, then fell into my bed. I was so exhausted I was fast asleep the instant my head rested on the pillow. I dreamed of exotic women affixing merit badges and campaign ribbons to me. Marina's Regime Chapter 3 First Assignments I woke up at 8 AM, refreshed and excited. That was not the usual way for me to feel on a Saturday morning, especially after drinking beers the night before, nibbling on platters of bar food and falling asleep alone. Phonesex with Marina seemed to have agreed with me. The satisfaction it gave me hadn't worn off either. I fixed coffee and a bagel wondering if I would ever see her again. Was I a one-night stand? She went to lots of trouble to tell me I had levels to learn, or some such thing. What woman says stuff like that on her first date? Was she just playing a joke? Then I thought of the effects her perfume had on me, how that disappearing ink on her business cards jump-started my nervous system. It worked like a defibrillator for sex organs, if my entire body was a sex organ! That was certainly no joke. I grabbed my phone and found the app she was using, the one called SMYLD. I touched a finger to it and the message appeared: "no client access". She wasn't kidding about being a super-controlling lady. I continued with my morning, feeling sad that I couldn't reach her. Around 10:30 I was busy unpacking boxes and straightening up my place when I received a text from Marina. It made a distinctive sound as it came through her SMYLD interface. A small photo of her accompanied it. She stood smiling, resplendent in a dark silk kimono. "I hope you slept well, darling. Expect a COD delivery by 3 PM. My instructions are inside." My mood took a sudden u-turn toward happiness. This was my first indication that she was not going to vanish like some figment of my gamer's imagination. I joyfully tapped onto the OK button alongside her text. Saying OK was all I was permitted to do with her messages, but I didn't mind. It connected me to Marina. Odd as it sounds that was all I cared about. I continued to clean my habitat relentlessly. After fixing myself some lunch I vacuumed the floors, did some dishes and washed my bedsheets. By 2 o'clock I still had lots of nervous energy, so I kept going. I showered. I put on the suit she liked. Meanwhile I wondered if I did all of this to pass the time, or was I preening like a lovelorn teen preparing for a date? Finally a knock came at my door. I was handed a package by a no-name delivery service. A man processed my VISA card for a $578 charge, gave me a receipt and went on his way. The package held 3 numbered shoeboxes taped together, but felt heavier than 3 pairs of shoes ever did. An envelope on top held a handwritten letter from Marina. The stationary, or the ink perhaps, was laced with more of her divine scent. I inhaled greedily as I read it. Darling tommie, your first task is to wear the garments I will have sent you for the times I have specified within each box. You will do this until our next meeting. I know how turned on you get when you are near me and my perfume, and this pleases me very much. That is why I included some of my scent with this letter but it will evaporate in just a few hours. You will begin my clothing schedule right away as this will please me even more. Let your excitement for me impel you. It will help you receive a reward at the end of the week. Just so you know, everything that happens this week follows a timetable that starts right now. If you are off by more than a few minutes after 5 days you will fail and miss getting a reward. So tommie, your second task is to manage both your time and sex impulses as I specify. It is essential we control your means of expressing excitement, your boner in other words, for you to serve me as I require, and to please me while we improve you to a higher ranking. Fortunately, I sent you a device to make mastering your penis simpler if not automatic for you. In box number one you will find a metal chastity device I ordered just for you. Do not worry my darling. This one is removable and I have made sure it will not hurt you. Locate the packets of powder in the same box and dissolve one into a hot bath. Soak in it for 20 minutes in a bathtub full enough to float your body completely from the nose down. It will cleanse your body of all hair so the new chastity will not pinch your loins or cause pain. My powder will moisturize your skin and it contains aromatherapy that will relax you. It is fine if you drift off and soak for a good bit longer. But avoid submerging your head, as that may remove your eyebrows and the cute mop on top of your head. You will want to put on the rubber bathing cap I included in the box to protect yourself from unintended baldness. I will speak frankly to you about this, tommie. Your chastity belt is clearly meant to prevent any masturbating of your errant penis until our next meeting. That may seem cruel to you, but ask yourself honestly if the orgasm you experienced last night was better than the last 50 times you rubbed your peanut all by yourself. Just think about the next time I allow that little thing to spurt, perhaps in a reward session. Last night's joy will pale by comparison! Do not despair my love. Draw a bath. Follow my notes from each box, then open the next. Your loving Mistress Marina I sat stunned, unable to argue with her logic. Of course last night was sensational. I would do almost anything I could to feel that great again, even if it took her naughty quid pro quo. If Marina was into kinky domination games, so what? She was correct, I needed to manage my urges better. I seemed drunk already with her fragrant letter in my hand and the intrepid woody in my pants. It sprang forward the instant I pulled Marina's note from the envelope. So I opened Box #1. Below the packing peanuts I found a velvet bag with a weighty object inside. It was a metallic chastity cage, made of thickly gauged steel or aluminum. It used a wide ring to trap and extend the balls, and a cramped cylinder for the penis with very small vent holes in it. This didn't resemble plastic or neoprene novelties I had seen advertised at adult websites. This was serious, a heavy duty appliance. I felt a nervous tremble as I held it in my hands. I noticed that where the two parts linked together for a padlock to join them, this model had two eyelets meant for two locks side-by-side, but arranged vertically. In the box I found a netted cloth bag of accessories for the chastity cage, with a variety of colored padlocks, rings and spacers, plus a half-dozen of the powder packets her note described. I saw a tube of lubricating gel in the box, to allow an easier fitting process I supposed. Then I found a white rubber bathing cap. Another note from Marina was folded and clipped to it. If my guess is correct, tommie, you are gawking at this cage like a nervous bride stares at her husband's cock on her wedding night. Not that I blame you. It is lovely indeed. Yet the purpose it offers is far more beautiful. If you are not running your bath right now, hop to it my pet. I want you locked up in this at 5 PM sharp! Only one lock is needed for now. Use the orange-colored one in the accessory bag. It is preset to open five days after closure. Your first review will be in 5 days, at 5 PM Thursday. Get moving now, my darling! Mistress M I couldn't imagine how she was doing this. Damn right, this chastity was impressive and it was frightening too. Yet in some way it was turning me on. Or was it just the way she spoke to me, bossing me around in that sweet queenly manner she had? I couldn't really be sure about anything. The fact remained I was hard as slate and had Mistress Marina's schedule to keep. In no time at all I was naked except for the bathing cap she recommended for me. I looked completely stupid but didn't care. I drew a steaming-hot bath, emptied a packet of her powder into it and proceeded to bathe my cares away. She was right. The aroma and heat relaxed me and it felt good. By the time the water cooled I was slippery, sleepy and peaceful. I recharged the bath with more hot water, and soaked for over an hour all told. When I climbed out of the tub I actually forgot my body was going to be hair-free. I was startled to see the difference this made in the mirror. I looked pounds lighter for one thing. But more importantly, it just seemed odd. In my peripheral vision I thought I saw someone else in the mirror. I had to look directly into it and concentrate a little to undo the illusion. Glancing at my wall-clock I noticed that only 11 minutes were left before my 5:00 deadline. My previous erection would not cause problems because the bath left me very relaxed and mellow. My skin was so buttery and soft my penis slipped easily into the narrow steel tube. I placed the lower cuff around my balls without much pulling or tugging. Fortunately, when the two pieces interlocked a lot of the ball-ring's weight was lifted off the balls and shared with my penis. Otherwise my poor balls would have felt a major burden. I pressed the two parts together firmly for the two locking eyelets to extrude from the bottom ball-ring section through slots on the penis tube's bracket. I put the orange lock into the lower-most eyelet and sealed the chastity shut. It was done at exactly 5 PM. Mistress would be proud of me. Mindful of Marina's warning not to waste time, I went to Box #2 and couldn't believe what it contained - a long, stiff, rather unusual- looking corset. It was blue satin on the outside, with ornate white flowers in circular stitching. The inside surface was dark rubber. It was heavy but beautiful. I would have loved to see a pretty woman wearing this. Celine had not worn anything like it throughout our marriage, and she rarely ever wore any of the racy lingerie I liked buying for her over the years. It was something that got my engine running, yet I still couldn't understand why Marina would send me a corset. Next to it I found another note. My smooth and darling novice, Yes, I know. You may be thinking that this is a mistake, but it is not. I want you to wear this delightful garment for me. A corset is one of my favorite things to see, whether laced and locked on a woman or on a man. Follow my training schedule, dear. Wear your corset as a proper novice should. You may think that it will not fit, but I assure you it will. If it is currently close to 5 PM you shall have around 45 minutes to put it on correctly. Lace it up good and tight in back, then walk around and wait 15 minutes and re-tighten the laces. Give yourself 15 minutes more, and then pull again - very hard. After that you should be able to get your waist shackle around the narrowest part of your tummy. Then padlock it with a blue lock in the front. Blue locks have an 11-hour duration. Upon release tomorrow you will shower and moisturize your torso using the big tube of cream in Box #2. Then you will put your corset right back on and lock the shackle with a black lock this time. A black lock lasts 23 hours. After the first 11 hours, you will remain on the 23-hour corset-training timetable. This will allow you 30 minutes for showering and re-moisturizing each day at 5 AM, and another 30 minutes to get back into your corset and shackle. I suspect you have a hundred questions about now, tommie, but I will save you wasting any precious questions at our next meeting by telling you now: do not fret about having to wear feminine items. Each task I assign is challenging on some level. Some tasks suggest a male orientation, others a female one or no sex at all. Any novice must show me how eagerly he accepts the vagaries I ask. As my hopeful trainee you must keep to the schedule I set. Falling behind brings punishment. Show me your devotion, darling. Lock yourself into your new corset by exactly 6 PM, Your loving Mistress Marina This was nuts! Marina was ordering me to wear a woman's corset, and telling me that if I failed to comply, not only would I miss my next reward from her, but I might be punished. Or would my punishment simply be a missing-out of the kind of pleasure I felt last night? I could think of no punishment worse than failing to get one of Marina's promised rewards.