"A tricky bastard set this thing up.... But not tricky enough!" I said as I cracked the 4th level of security and gained access to the computer network. I now had access to all the files, and I quickly copied them to a storage device on our network. The copy took a few minutes, then I quickly disconnected from their network.
I'm Zana. I'm a wetworks agent specialized in computer hacking. Anything from the old DOS and UNIX systems, to the latest proprietary hardware and software. You name it, and if it connects to the internet, I can find it and hack into it. If it doesn't connect to the internet, all I need to do is get ahold of it, and whatever secrets it possesses will soon be mine.
I do much of my work from what I like to call my control room. I have several computers in here, all of which I built from scratch. They're all water cooled beasts with enough number crunching power to put the average top of the line name brand PC to shame. I'm also surrounded by six 25 inch computer monitors. I like to keep the room dimly lit, and some of my fellow agents have commented that the room looks a bit creepy due to the low lighting.
Occasionally I go out on missions where it's my job to open electronic locks, or hack into systems not connected to the internet. That's where my little black beauty comes in. It looks like a laptop from the late 1990's, but it would kick a modern day laptop's ass. It's loaded with hacking programs, a few which I wrote myself.
With the system compromised and the data copied over, my mission was complete. Having nothing better to do, I returned to the area where my quarters is. I didn't see Carissa or Chloe anywhere, which was kind of a bummer. They're my buddies. When we all have some free time, which is somewhat rare, we usually either go swim in the pool or play some basketball in the gym. Usually however, Chloe is either busy translating something or cooking, and Carissa is busy preventing bombs from going off-- literally.
I was in my quarters now. My owner, a woman named Jennifer, wasn't there. She was out on a reconnaissance mission and would be gone for hours. That gave me lots of time to... unwind... I had spent nearly five hours trying to hack into that damn network! The people who had set that thing up had protected it very well. I had damn near gotten caught more then once, which always makes my heart race. But now it was over, and I was on my own time... I opened a drawer in one of the end tables and took out a black leather collar. I put it around my neck and buckled it closed. I was now a pet...
I've found the notion of being a pet to be very appealing. When the collar was on, I no longer had to think about such things as encryption algorithms or breaching firewalls... No, pets don't need to think about things like that. They only have to worry about their needs, and the needs of their owners when those owners were around... Jennifer at first didn't approve of my wearing the collar, nor did she approve of coming home and finding me in self imposed bondage. That changed over time...
I removed my shirt and took a packet of sewing needles out of my pocket. Then I removed my bra. I took one of the needles out and rubbed it between my thumb and finger to get it ready...
I like pain. For as long as I can remember, which isn't actually very long at all, I've had the desire to inflict pain upon myself. My owner knows this and she really doesn't approve of it. On that issue, she won't budge. She takes me to the medical area if she sees so much as a drop of blood. I must have liked pain before I came here, as I have scars all over myself, some of them are very old.
I took a deep breath and started to push the first needle into my left breast, right through the nipple. I exhaled slowly as it went in. There were about 25 needles in the packet, most of them about the same size. One was a bit larger then the others... I removed another needle and inserted it into my right breast. My other hand undid my pants and found its way to my clitoris.
After I inserted five more needles, I removed the rest of my clothes and brought myself to an orgasm. After I came, my mind went blank. I could no longer feel the needles sticking out of my breasts. I could no longer feel anything at all. Jennifer calls this a post climax trance. It's where I go into a deep trance following an orgasm. I experience a mild form of this trance when I inflict enough pain on myself. When I'm in the trance, it's a pleasant, drifting feeling...
A few minutes later, I snapped out of it. I felt the pain in my breasts again, but it wasn't enough... I took the larger needle out of the packet and rubbed it with my fingers to get it ready... I laid down on the floor and spread my legs. Then I positioned the needle right above my clitoris and slowly pushed it in.
I actually cried out a little as it went in. Then the trance took over, and I got that pleasant drifting feeling again. This wasn't as powerful as the post climax trance was, but it lasted a lot longer, and I was more aware of my surroundings.
Eventually I pulled the needles out, washed them, and placed them back in the packet. The damage wasn't too bad... a little bit of blood, but that would be gone by the time Jennifer showed up. She'd never know, which was good because I didn't feel like taking another trip to the medical area tonight.
After a little time to clean up and recover a bit, I opened my "toy box" and took out a blindfold, leather harness, handcuffs, a ball gag, and a roll of duct tape. The first thing I did was to put the harness on. It was crotchless, which gave access to my private areas. The second thing I did was to start wrapping my legs together in duct tape. This consumed alot of my preparation time, but it was worth it. I soon began to look almost like a mermaid, and my legs being bound together made the rest of my preparations a bit challenging.
The gag came next. It was the perfect size for my mouth. I secured it in place with the small leather straps that it came with. The blindfold came next. Now things got more challenging. I groped around for the handcuffs and managed to stand up. Then I hopped over to where I knew the couch was, and laid down on it. After a bit of fumbling, I put my hands behind my back and managed to secure the handcuffs in place.
My preparations were now complete. The most I could do now was wriggle on the couch, maybe stand up and hop around. However, I couldn't see where I was hopping to. I had thrown the handcuff keys somewhere, and had no clue where they landed. Jennifer would know.
I laid there, waiting for Jennifer and letting my mind drift... I could spend my time doing other things, maybe go with Chloe on one of her shopping trips, maybe help Carissa tend to her flowers, but none of that really appeals to me. Much of my day is either spent working, occasionally hanging out with my friends, or doing what I was doing now. Every now and then, Jennifer likes to take me somewhere, usually to my chagrin.
At some point while my mind was drifting, I heard the door open. That familiar clicking of high heels told me who it was.
"You had a hard day as well I take it." Jennifer said to me.
I made a small noise in reply.
I felt her hands running over my body. The combination of being tied up, blindfolded, and the sensation of her hands on my body quickly built up my arousal. Then I felt her fingers probing around my pussy. I came even before she inserted them.
Much of the next hour or so was spent going into and coming out of post climax trances. When I was in the trance, I felt pleasure. When I came out of it, I still felt pleasure. It was an hour of heaven... Eventually though it ended, like all good things do. I felt her undoing the handcuffs. The blindfold came off next. Then I felt the gag being removed from my mouth. I watched as she grabbed a pair of scissors and started to cut the tape off of my legs.
"I wish you wouldn't use tape, Zana." she said.
Despite being un gagged, I made another small noise in reply.
"I understand that you like self imposed bondage, but tape is hard to remove." she said.
I made another small noise, this time almost like a whine. I had bound my legs with tape specifically because it was hard to remove! It was a bit annoying to see her just cutting it off, then complaining that even that was difficult.
She finished removing the tape and put the scissors away. "Well, you've had your fun Missy, but now it's my turn. We're gonna clean this stuff up, take a shower, and change into some good clothes. Then we're gonna go out, eat dinner at a nice restaurant, and see a movie together." she said.
I sighed and sat up. "Can I wear the collar?" I asked.
"No. I want you to look as normal as possible. I also want you to act as normal as possible." she said.
I sighed again as I undid the collar. "I know, I know. You want me to socialize with others, smile at strangers, and pretend I'm having a good time." I said.
"Yes. You need to learn these things, Zana. If you want to get out more often and see more then just this complex, you need to learn how to better fit in." she said.
"I'm perfectly happy to spend all of my time in this complex." I replied.
"Now I know you don't mean that." she said.
Truthfully, I didn't mean it, but I was in no mood to go out and deal with strangers. We've argued over this before and she always wins... So like a good pet, I nodded and followed her to the shower...