Story: Dating
Serviced, part 3
Author: Abe Froman
The following story is
a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under
18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and
fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do
not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person,
living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any
damage resulting from reading this work.
It is written with thanks to Ms. Fraser for her input and enthusiasm.
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Sharon’s Story
It was nearly the weekend – yet another beautiful Friday
afternoon in
As soon as Jackie had joined the company,
After some initial setbacks, Jackie had done in-depth
research on online dating services and she’d been so thorough and enthusiastic about
one company, MPC Dating, that she’d even convinced
Sharon was willing to admit that she was average in most areas – medium height, medium build, not fat but no anorexic model either – but she had always been proud of her curly black hair and piercing green eyes. These details were striking to her, but it seemed that men were looking for something a bit less subtle perhaps.
At lunch, while discussing this injustice, one glass of wine
had turned into two and then three. It
was about halfway through the third glass when
She hadn’t really had those kinds of thoughts before, and
while she’d appreciated the attractiveness of certain women she’d never been
attracted to a woman before. Before? Was she
now? She was confusing herself with
logical circles. It didn’t help that she
found herself letting her eyes linger over Jackie’s body as she stopped by at
the end of the day to say a quick goodbye.
And was that a gleam in her eye?
It was a look reminded
Through the evening and even through her Saturday errands,
She’d given Jackie a call to see was interested in joining her at the mall but there was no answer – perhaps she was off doing some retail therapy of her own. On her own, the trip was enjoyable and not too damaging as she only purchased a couple staples – can you have too many white stretch t’s? She stopped off at the grocery store to stock up on a few items and then she was back home to relax.
By now her imagination was really spiraling. She had moved to seeing herself towering over
a quivering Jackie who was dripping with lust.
Their bodies would stick together with sweat and their lips would be
sticky with each others nectar.
Somehow she’d gotten to a Saturday night without any plans, but an idea struck her. If she wanted to try out some of these new fantasies, why not make some use of that useless dating service. She remembered from an earlier investigation that one section of the site had a chat room she could look around in. She’d have to change up a few things in her profile first, as her fantasy image of herself was developing a certain character that might appeal to someone. She knew there was supposed to be a guarantee on this service that all the profiles were accurate, but they were supposed to provide her with more than frustration and feelings of inadequacy, so she didn’t care too much about their guarantees or promises.
She logged in. The chat room was in their “Intimate Encounters” section, and she soon discovered than in addition to the revisions that she’d planned to make, there was a lot more detail requested for this area, so she’d have even more work for her recently oversexed imagination. She didn’t mind, since it was around this time she was even wondering if Jackie herself might see her online and be tempted.
She brought up the full profile window, and started entering in the information for what she was calling her amazon-lesbian-sex-queen persona.
MEASUREMENTS? 37DD-23-35
GLASSES/CONTACTS?
None
HEIGHT? 6 foot 1 inches
WEIGHT? 120 lbs
HAIR COLOR? BLACK
BODY HAIR? None
TAN? Light tan
PIERCINGS? Ears, navel, tongue
TATTOOS? none
BODY
SENSITIVITY – BREASTS (1-10)? 9
BODY
SENSITIVITY – NIPPLES (1-10)? 9
BODY
SENSITIVITY – LABIA (1-10)? 9
BODY
SENSITIVITY – CLITORIS (1-10)? 10
DESIRE
FOR ORAL SEX (1-10)? 10
DESIRE
FOR VAGINAL SEX (1-10)? 10
DESIRE
FOR ANAL SEX (1-10)? 7
ATTRACTION
TO MEN IN GENERAL (1-10)? 5
ATTRACTION
TO WOMEN IN GENERAL (1-10)? 10
DOMINANCE
TOWARDS OTHERS (1-10)? 10
SUBMISSIVENESS
TOWARDS OTHERS (1-10)? 2
OPENNESS
TOWARDS SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION (1-10)? 10
OTHER COMMENTS?
Mistress
Sharon is a strong, imaginative and caring Mistress to her girls; she guides
their bodies and minds to new levels of pleasure. She takes her own pleasure from their beauty,
obedience, lust and desire. She has
almost a sixth sense in knowing what will drive them wild. When they submit she enjoys a near complete
control over them, to their great joy.
Now that she felt properly dressed and prepared, she logged into the chat room and Mistress Sharon made her debut and started looking around. Much as she assumed others were doing, she’d read along with the chatting and check out the profiles for the others she saw chatting and lurking. She set her vibe to a low hum, and the soft buzzing along with the feel of the lingerie on her body kept her in a wonderful mood.
She managed to engage a couple of women in conversation that
moved to private chats. It wasn’t quite
what
She stripped herself bare, but for the dolphin, and lay back in her satin sheets – another personal luxury she’d allowed herself. With her hands on her breasts and between her thighs, her fingers joined in with the action provided by the vibe. Soon she was writhing happily with her pussy warm and wet and her nipples stiff and tingling. She tried to fill her head with fantasies with girls from the evening’s chatting but it wasn’t long before it was Jackie’s face between her thighs. She gave in and pictured her friend and boss restrained in leather with her tongue working eagerly. She screamed out loud as her orgasm hit and she writhed energetically on the bed. Purring as it receded, she unstrapped the dolphin and covered herself up with the sheets and drifted off to further dreams.
At the MPC Dating main data warehouse, the busy chat traffic was being handled without problem by the vast array of servers. Routine scans and confirmation subroutines evaluating profiles and customer data noticed another discrepancy and signaled the purpose built Profile Enforcement Server of the latest incident. The subject was identified, the computer signaled its long range sensors to re-confirm the details relating to the incident. According to standing orders, the enforcement subroutine was initialized with the default transition duration. Due to a bit of a non-standard condition in the profile definition, there was an email automatically sent to the day supervisor for the next shift, but it did not stop the revisions. With its program implemented, the PES returned itself to sleep.
The vibe felt better and more powerful inside her than it ever had before. She thought that it must be because of her dreams and all the erotic daydreaming she’d been doing. By now she was biting her lower lip, and pumping the vibe in and out of her body, moaning aloud. She came fast and loud, and let out a satisfied sigh – now that is a way to start the day. She needed a hot shower now to fully wake up, and she was about halfway to the bathroom before her eyes were fully open.
As she had slept naked, she got the full impact at once upon seeing her reflection in the mirror. She stopped dead and her mouth fell open. Her hands were trembling as they cautiously moved up to confirm what her eyes were telling her. First of all, her tits were huge! They were so full and yet they didn’t sag at all. They felt wonderful in her hands, but that did little to calm her. Her hands kept moving, over her tight belly, fiddling with a lovely decorative ring she found there, down to her curved hips and her tight ass. The skin was so smooth and hairless. The shock was waking her up quickly. She noticed the relationship of her reflection to the doorway and noticed that she was taller too – a lot taller.
“What in the sweet hell is going on?” she asked her reflection. She was turning around, twisting, trying to see all of herself while her hands roamed. Was she going crazy? There was no way that this was possible. She decided to just shower, and wash this bad dream away. Every motion felt strange though – she was so tall now that everything seemed lower, including the controls for the shower. As she bent over to adjust them, she felt the full mounds on her chest moving and swaying. When she would stop moving, it would take them just that little bit longer and they might sway back and forth. She felt their added weight as well.
The feel of the water on her flesh was wonderful – her body seemed so sensitive, especially her breasts and pussy. She also noticed that if anything her new desires had increased. As she felt the water and suds flow down her body, she imagined with them the kisses and soft touch of beautiful women. The kneeled before her, suckling at her breasts, fondling her, urging their fingers and tongues between her thighs, kissing and caressing her folds of her sex. She saw them not only pleasing her with their bodies, but she felt a deep joy as she imagined their simple devotion to her, their loving obedience and the control she would carefully use over them. Sharon’s eyes were closed tight in the shower, her fantasies taking over, and wasn’t quite fully aware that she hand two fingers twirling in her pussy and a finger teasing into her tight ass as her new full breasts squashed against the tile. She was aware of her second orgasm of the day, though, as the power of it weakened her knees, and she slid down in the tub, trembling all over with pure pleasure.
She looked over the other statistics she’d entered, and realized it was a checklist of the changes that had somehow happened to her body overnight. Running to the washroom she even was able to confirm that in fact her tongue was pierced and she’d been subconsciously aware of the shiny steel stud all morning. She smiled with that one, and felt a desire to feel it against some woman’s nipples or clit.
She sort of knew that she should be scared to death right now, and that something real fucking weird had happened. After all, what kind of dating service magically changed you to match your description? She wasn’t scared though; she felt stronger and more confident that she ever had before. She went and stood before the full length mirror in her bedroom. Normally she didn’t like to even see herself naked, but now she stripped off the robe and tossed it onto the bed. She looked amazing. She still had her own face, her deep green eyes and her signature curly black hair – which if anything just looked thicker and shinier. From the neck down, though, she was all new. She was so wonderfully tall – see imagined herself in heels towering over most men and it brought a crooked smile to her lips.
One thing linked to reality that did come to mind was that
she’d better warn or tell Jackie about all this. She went back to her computer, feeling none
of the shame she might have before about strolling around naked. Jackie wasn’t online at the moment, so she
figured she’d send an email. She laughed
and paused, wondering exactly how she was going to phrase this. Without Jackie able to see the results in
person, she’d likely say
She laughed out loud when she saw it. It was clearly too late for any
warnings. She looked down at the little
revision date and noticed that Jackie must have made her discovery even before
She clearly had an entirely different kind of email to compose.
“Dear slutty Jacquelyn, this is Mistress Sharon. A slut like you needs firm control and someone who will not only appreciate your whoring body but properly show it off to others. I know you ached to be a good girl, and even more you yearn to be a good slut and good slave. As such, when you read this email, you will shower, get dressed in just a short skirt and tight top, and report to me immediately. You will take along all the sex toys you can carry in order that you can show me how much you love to use them.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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