And everything before and everything after faded to black.
Natalie awakened to the oddly normal sound of her alarm. It was the only thing normal about her current situation. It was the first day of a new work week, and it was the first day of her new life. She was under the covers, at least, but she was completely nude this time. What had happened last night? She tried to remember. She felt a familiar wave of warmth wash through her. Her nipples hardened. She knew she had experienced two of the best orgasms that she had ever had, but what happened after that? She just couldn’t remember. It didn’t really matter. Whatever happened was WillKiller’s choice. It seemed she didn’t have a say in it anymore.
There had been so much change in her life since the last day that she had heard that alarm. What would happen today? How would what she had learned affect her life, her job, her friendships? All these questions swirled through her clouded mind as she looked at the alarm to turn it off. It was then that she noticed that it was only 6:00 a.m. Why had she set it for so early? She normally didn’t wake up until 7:30 since she didn’t have to be at work until 9. She lived only a mile or so from the book shop.
Her computer was still running. The low hum it made caught her attention. She turned over to it. Her e-mail program was up and running. Her breath caught. Had she sent him another e-mail? What would she have told him this time? She had a message waiting. She grabbed her robe from off of the back of her door, slipped into it, and walked over to the computer. It was from him. She glanced at the subject.
Forget Me Not
Those three words made her shudder. She couldn’t resist them. She had some vague idea of what was about to happen, but everything had been set into motion. She walked to the door, cracked it to make sure Sarah was still sleeping so she wouldn’t be disturbed. She took off her robe and hung it on the back of her door again. She sat down in front of the computer, and then she opened the e-mail. Her mind started to go blank, but no one will know if it was the first words she saw or that she knew they were coming. The result was the same. She felt the warmth begin to course through her again.
Natalie awakened to the oddly normal sound of her alarm. It was the only thing normal about her current situation. It was the first day of a new work week, and it was the first day of her new life. This time she was under the covers, at least, but she was completely nude this time. What had happened last night? She tried to remember. She felt a familiar wave of warmth wash through her. Her nipples hardened. She knew she had experienced two of the best orgasms that she had ever had, but what happened after that? She just couldn’t remember. It didn’t really matter. Whatever happened was WillKiller’s choice. It seemed she didn’t have a say in it anymore.
There had been so much change in her life since the last day that she had heard that alarm. What would happen today? How would what she had learned affect her life, her job, her friendships? All these questions swirled through her clouded mind as she looked at the alarm to turn it off. It was then that she noticed that it was only 7:00 a.m. Why had she set it for so early? She normally didn’t wake up until 7:30 since she didn’t have to be at work until 9. She lived only a mile or so from the book shop.
Her computer was still running. The low hum it made caught her attention. She turned over to it. Her e-mail program was up and running. Her breath caught. Had she sent him another e-mail? What would she have told him this time? She walked over to the computer. She checked the sent folder to make sure. Nothing. She hoped that it was true that she hadn’t told him anything else. It was then she realized that she was standing nude in front of her computer. It felt so normal... What was going on?
Natalie slipped into her robe and headed for the showers. She stopped, turned and looked at her bed. She couldn’t leave it like that. She walked back over and started working on it. She made it up nicely. She felt a little better. She saw a few clothes that she had put away yet. She really should put those up. She grabbed them and slipped them into a drawer. For some reason it felt like she needed to clean her room now. It was bothering her... Natalie glanced back at the clock and knew she needed to get ready.
It took Natalie a little longer than usual to take her shower and put on her make-up. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to look a little nicer today. Her mind made a reason. It was getting close to her annual review at work. She was probably worried about it on some level and just wanted to dress a little more professionally. When she looked at her closet, professional dress was not exactly what she wanted, not today.
She saw a black skirt, only knee length, but still with a nice slit up the side that made it a little more daring than most she wore to work. She added cute pink top. It did a good job in understating chest, but it still showed off her wonderful figure. She didn’t know why she put it on, but she was dressed and out the door before she had time to realize that it wasn’t completely normal.
She had just locked her door when she heard, “Hello.”
Natalie words returning the greeting caught in her throat as she looked down the hall. There had been an empty apartment there for almost a year. It had a new occupant, and he was amazing. It was obvious that he worked out and that he had noticed she was staring at him standing there in only a pair of sweat pants. Natalie was wet.
“Hi... I’m...” She said, walking toward him and extending her hand. Her hand, her watch. She was late. “late. I’m sorry. I have to go.” She turned, embarrassed, and walked away. She felt like a little schoolgirl again. She had never acted this way in front of a man. What could he think of her now?
Her drive to work was less eventful. Even though she lived so close, she still preferred to drive. It only took about 5 minutes (thanks to the three stoplights that always seemed to be red). It protected her from all the people, the stares, the strangers that were out there. Still, WillKiller was a stranger, but her car and her mind hadn’t protected her from him. She would just have to be strong tonight.
Her normal routine at work was to let the junior clerks handle the customers. She would spend her time organizing and reading, when the chance arose. This morning was different. The more she tried to keep things neat while the other waited on the customers just wasn’t as satisfying.
She finally gave up when she saw him enter. He wasn’t nearly as impressive as her new neighbor, just some random man off the street, but she needed to help him. She nearly ran to beat the other salesclerk to him.
“How may we help you today?” She said with a stupid grin on her face.
“I’m looking for a new cookbook for my wife. It’s an anniversary gift for my wife.”
Natalie took him to the section where the cookbooks where. She quizzed her customer on what types of recipes he was interested in. He answered and just smiled at the attention. She searched through half-a-dozen books before she found one that she thought was worthy of him.
“Here, what do you think of this one?” He was still smiling. It made her happy too. She wanted him to have the best experience possible. Was she feeling arousal? Surely not, he was married.
“This is just what I was looking for. Thanks,” he said as they were walking to the checkout. “I’ll be sure to recommend this place to my friends, best service I’ve ever had at a book store.”
This time she was sure. She felt it, a spark, a surge of pleasure, just for a moment that left a small buzz of sexual pleasure, but why? She tried to shake her head, clear her mind, but the buzz, the tingle the man had left was still there. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed serving him? What was going on? The other two clerks, both females as well, gave her strange looks.
“Listen, Natty, you know the rules better than we do. If you’ve got a thing for a customer, that’s fine, but don’t let it interfere with your job or the boss will notice,” one of the girls said.
Natalie was insulted. She wasn’t after the guy. He was married. She was just doing her job, the same job that these two twits were supposed to be doing as well.
“No you listen, consider that an example. He was married. I don’t even know his name. That was just quality customer service. The kind that if you two gave, we’d have a whole lot more people walk through that door. Stop trying to get rid of the customers to read and talk. Spend the time necessary to help them, or I will. Then we’ll see who the boss notices.”
Natalie turned indignantly back to the bookshelves. She started organizing them again until she heard the door. She glanced back. It was a woman. She thought she ought to go help her, but those other two needed something to do. She kept working.
Natalie’s whole day was like that. She helped every male customer who walked through the door. Some of them just wanted one book, but Natalie made sure that it was the perfect book. In many cases, she would even help them find other books in the same area that interested them that the men also bought. Every man who left the store had nothing but compliments for Natalie. Some would make a pass at her, but she made it clear. She was just doing her job, and her job was to make sure that they found anything they wanted... that the store sold, of course.
Natalie felt the pleasure that her customers felt. For some reason, she noticed that she only felt the need to help the men, but the thrill she got out of serving her customers was more than enough to outweigh that insignificant detail. Only it wasn’t just pleasure that Natalie felt. With each customer she served, her arousal grew. By lunch, she was sure that it was obvious her nipples were hard. By four o’clock, Natalie could barely keep her hands from unconsciously stroking herself.
By the time she closed the store, she needed relief. Natalie let everyone else go, promising to lock the place up, which she did with herself still inside. She slipped to her boss’s office. There was a couch there. She stripped totally. Completely nude, she lay on the couch. She began thinking of all the men she served. This was WillKiller. He was somehow to blame for this, and she would have to... have to... thank him.
Natalie hands roamed her body, and she was lost in the sensations that she felt. She imagined his hands roaming her body. Of him touching her, without her consent because he didn’t need it. He was in charge, and she obeyed him. With that thought everything went to darknessas her body convulsed and exploded in orgasm, she awakened a few minutes later with a pleasurable tingle still lurking in her pussy. Those thoughts... they were just her oversexed pussy’s way of getting some relief. She was at least able to cum again without chatting without chatting with WillKiller. She was in control again, and that was what mattered as she slowly regained her senses.
Natalie arrived home to find that Sarah had cooked dinner. Each took their turns, but with the craziness of the past few days, neither had taken their turn. Sarah was waiting at the table with a good book. She always did know how to make things like dinner look so easy when it was so hard for Sarah to manage even simple meals. For some reason, this really bothered her tonight. Someone in her position should be able to cook, but her position? Natalie shook her head. She had to find a way out of this...
As they ate, they chatted about their day. Natalie started by letting Sarah know that they had a hot, new neighbor. They both talked about ways to get to know him a little better, though Sarah had yet to see any sign of him in the building. Then, Natalie’s day, of course, had been quite interesting, and like any good friend, she told Sarah all the details, except about her quick “stress break” in her boss’s office. Sarah was fascinated but also curious.
“What’s the sudden interest in serving customers? I thought you’d finally gotten high enough you didn’t have to do that too much?” Sarah asked.
“I am. It’s just those other two girls don’t do anything to help anyone out. We aren’t losing business, but it definitely isn’t picking up. I just thought I should do something. Besides, it was actually kind of fun getting bossed around all day, relaxing, in its own way.” Natalie said feeling a little pleasure in just saying it.
Sarah laughed and sat back in her chair, “You’re crazy. What have you been on the past few days???”
“Nothing... just working on a... research project for a rally I’m thinking about holding. Trust me.” Natalie said with the best reassuring smile she could muster, but the truth was that was a bold face lie.
Natalie looked at the clock, almost 7pm. “Speaking of which, I need to work on it for about an hour and a half... can I have a little privacy?” Why did she say that? What did she need privacy for? Sarah rolled her eyes and nodded. It was clear that she didn’t believe a word of this, but she was willing to play along, for now at least.
Natalie went into her room. It was still a little bit of a mess. She really needed to clean it up, but she had to get onto her computer first. She had to get back to that chat room. She prayed WillKiller would... no, wouldn’t be there. She needed to find someone who could undo all of this. She booted it up and logged on. She was looking for someone to chat with when she saw he was online. How did he know she was going to be online tonight?
Why was she talking to him? Couldn’t she just ignore him for once? Well, it was too late now. She’d have to chat with him one more night, but this was the last time.
A simple enough question, but it had a complex answer. Natalie again sprang into all the details about her day, this time not even excluding cumming before she came home.
Why was she telling him this? Why did she always just answer his questions then think about her responses? What was going on?
Those were the last words she remembered. She logged off the chat program an hour later. She knew something was missing, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She got dressed... (when had she stripped?) and went back out to talk with Sarah who by this time was deeply engrossed in some movie.
That was Natalie’s life for the next three days. She woke up twice each morning never remembering the first time she woke up or the e-mail. She found it more pleasurable each day to work with the male customers at the store, and it also became more pleasing to her to even help the female customers and her fellow employees in any task that they wanted help with (which was every task, once they discovered Natalie was so willing to help).
However, she found it more and more difficult to follow their conversations. She had always tried to keep up on the current books, but when those two twits... two lovely, young ladies (WillKiller was insistent that she be respectful to everyone, but why did she obey, again?) began discussing even some of the classics, Natalie found her mind wandering to more pleasurable romance novels. She had taken a sudden interest in them recently. Of course, this only further excluded Natalie from their conversations that they had while Natalie did all the work that they ordered her to do in the store, and every night when Natalie locked up the store, she would have at least one orgasm before leaving.
It was on Wednesday that one of the girls mentioned that she had found some interesting footage on the security tapes the day before when she was reviewing them. Natalie was in shock. Her coworker was staring right at her with a wicked smile. From that moment on, Natalie did everything. Her coworkers knew it all. Natalie was scared and shamed.
Natalie’s home life was the same as well. Each night she arrived home with carry out dinners for her and Sarah or arrived home to another of Sarah’s wonderful dinners, and promptly before seven, she would excuse herself into her room, get online in hopes of finding a way out, and end up chatting with WillKiller each time. Each night the last question he asked was always the same.
Tuesday, Natlie lied again. The truth was she knew she was submissive now, but she’d never admit it to him.
And everything faded away.
Wednesday, she wasn’t able to hold the lie anymore, but she didn’t want to be submissive. She didn’t want to just give in. She had to fight.
And everything faded away
Thursday, there was no pretense. She was submissive. She was his, but she wasn’t going to give up just yet.
Natalie’s mind reeled. She hadn’t e-mailed him from a fake hotmail or yahoo account. She had e-mailed him from her own personal account that her friends and family sent e-mail to. She had already worried enough about him just having that address. She shouldn’t have to expose herself more. She couldn’t... wouldn’t give him that.
It was undeniable. She had enjoyed all of this, and for better or worse, she did want to submit to this stranger, but she couldn’t take this step. It was just too much.
It was too late. Natalie saw his last words as she logged off. She was shaking, torn. She wanted to tell him so badly, but she couldn’t expose herself that much. She had already done too much, told him too much. She had to get away. She was almost in tears, but she was still in control.
Friday was the same as every day the past few days had been. Everyone knew she was an airhead now, but it wasn’t true. Natalie still knew everything. She could remember every class, every idea that she learned in college. She remembered and knew about three-quarters of the books in that shop, but when she tried to talk with anyone about them, unless she was helping a customer... her mind just seemed to wander to a more sexual, more enjoyable topic or book.
No one paid her any attention in the shop except the men. There had been a noticeable increase in business. Every man came in with the hope of getting Natalie’s services. She did not flirt. Her clothing styles had barely changed. She wore only a tasteful amount of make-up. She did not even give men too much of a view of her cleavage, but she paid rapt attention to them. To many men, just the ego boost that they got from her teasing attention was worth much more than the price of a book.
They came in one after the other. Some men stared lewdly. Some men casually brushed up against her. The only man to get escorted out of the store was the one who openly groped her breast and only then because her supervisor, nor one of the other girls, saw it and said something (several others had coped more than just a quick feel of her tits... breasts (why was she slipping so much recently?). Natalie, while she didn’t make any flirting or any overt moves, if the customer felt the need to grope her to make his experience the best experience possible. She couldn’t understand or explain these feelings any more than she could understand or explain her views on “A Tale of Two Cities” when she tried.
Natalie was also exposed at home. Sarah had confronted her about the amount of orgasms Natalie had been having (those where just the loud ones that Sarah had heard). Some Natalie recalled others she wasn’t so sure of, but so much had happened. The details of the week were all starting to blur. A week ago she had received an invitation to a chat room, and now she was no longer a feminist, no longer in control, and totally exposed to everyone at home and at work. Natalie only hoped that her family didn’t visit.
The only things Natalie did pay much attention to anymore were her growing collection of trashy romance novels and sexy lingerie and her chats with WillKiller. She was submitting to him, and she was enjoying it thoroughly. It was clear in her mind that she wasn’t the smart, clever, independent woman that she had so frantically tried to appear to be. She was only a girl, a submissive girl at the beck and call of WillKiller, a name which more and more seemed so appropriate for him.
Sarah and Natalie had a quiet dinner. At 6:50 Natalie excused herself. There was no explanation, no excuse. She simply closed the door to her room and prayed that Sarah would still be there when she came back out. Natalie’s room and the rest of her apartment were much cleaner. Natalie’s attention to cleanliness and appearance had become a near obsession. Her room was spotless. Her appearance at work and at home had been overdone. She constantly fussed with her make-up or hair, wanting them to look perfect. It was almost silly, even to her.
As Natalie closed the door, she began to strip. Every night, she ended up nude. Tonight, she would start out like he liked her, totally exposed. Natalie put her clothes in the hamper, sat down at her computer, logged into the chat room and waited. WillKiller twice had beaten her to the chat room, and last night, Natalie had waited an hour for a quick chat of just a few minutes. She wasn’t even sure why she was here. She remembered what happened the night before. This guy was a creep that was trying (with way too much success) to take over her life.
While she did want to submit, she wasn’t sure that she was ready to make it quite this real. She still wasn’t going to give him the password. She thought about leaving, but knew she would just come up with a reason to come back. She had already given up hope. She was his. She knew that. This time, he showed up about a minute after she did. She hoped that this session would better than the last one.
Why didn’t she, couldn’t she say no?!?
It was true. She had no idea why she had been a feminist before. She was born to submit, anything else was just selfish. That was one thing that she was sure of now. She tried to think back to her feminist ideals, but the only thing she knew about feminists now were that they were women who wanted people to submit to them, not just be equal. She knew she couldn’t handle that kind of control. She was just a submissive.
And once more Natalie faded even deeper into the blackness and warmth that held such a strong presence in her mind. What seemed like only a few seconds later, Natalie shook her head. WillKiller had just logged on. She hoped that this session would better than the last one.
Why didn’t she say no??
It was true. She had no idea why she had been a feminist before. She was born to submit, anything else was just selfish. That was one thing that she was sure of now.
Even as Natalie typed it, she could feel a surge of warmth and pleasure. It felt so right to give in. She would do anything WillKiller asked. She was his now. She no longer had any doubts, and the only thing that Natalie feared was not being able to find WillKiller to chat with him again. Her only desire that remained was her desire to please him in all things.
Everything faded away as Natalie slipped even deeper into her trance. Then, she was looking back at the screen. What had she just been thinking about? He had said something about consent. Why would he need to ask her permission? He was in complete control here.
The memories, the hypnosis, and the manipulation all came flooding back to Natalie. She was sitting here nude in front of a total stranger. He had done this. He had hypnotized her, confused her. This was all wrong. She had to stop this. He typed something...
Of course she didn’t enjoy this. She was a feminist, not the bimbo he was trying to tell her to be, but why was her pussy still wet. She needed time to think, something she hadn’t been able to do in a few days, thanks to this creep.
It’s not possible. She wouldn’t believe this. She couldn’t believe this. She had to fight. She had to fight.
She hadn’t thought about it. She was too angry... too involved in this argument... too comfortable?
How could this monster be so compassionate? Was all this really her own doing? She knew that she enjoyed the fantasy, but there was just something wrong about allowing herself to become that girl. What would her family, her friends, Sarah say?
Again, it became clear. She wasn’t making this choice. She was letting her mother and her roommate decide for her, again. She had to make this decision or she would never be happy. What would make her happy though?
Natalie had forgotten. She could see both. She could see herself in turmoil, in a struggle, only dreaming. Then, she could see a bimbo. A girl with no will and no worries that was so happy just to be able to obey. She lost herself in orgasms. She enjoyed life and didn’t give a second thought to what others thought, except one. She was totally devoted to this man, to WillKiller.
The choice was left to Natalie. To be free and in a constant struggle against her own desires or to be some submissive bimbo that did everything she was told by a stranger. No, she was free. She was strong. She hadn’t survived this long as a feminist to be dragged down by some wannabe.
But her mother had said... if she doubted, was she even a real feminist? NO! She wasn’t going to let someone else make this decision. She had to make it. Tough choice, freedom or slavery. Should be easy, right? Why was it so hard for her? Her mind was getting clouded again. She was horny. Why?
She couldn’t let this happen. Her horniness was getting the best of her she wanted to cum. Not again, she had to stop this now. She wanted to let go. She wanted to be free. She wanted to be free to do as she was told. She wanted to make her own decisions. She wanted WillKiller to make her decisions. She had to get her life pulled back together to show people that she wasn’t just the bimbo she had been, that she wanted to be... no, she was strong. She was not a bimbo. She was a slut, a weak, submissive, slut. Thoughts swirled faster and faster through her mind. She could barely hold a thought in her mind before another took its place.
In the end, the swirl of thoughts faded to a single answer. She knew that the choice was a joke. Slavery or freedom. There was only one answer for her. Natalie typed an answer and sent it. She had made her choice.
(What’s your choice? Will the story end? What will happen next? Who is WillKiller? Let me hear from you. Your feedback may well decide.)