I haven't led what you'd call a "normal" life. From an early age, I've been fascinated with guns. I was probably the only 11 year old girl in my neighborhood that could take apart, clean, and reassemble a Colt 45 pistol. My parents were Wetworks agents, though I didn't learn this until I was 15. After I graduated highschool at 17, I too became a Wetworks agent. I trained in assault and recon missions, though I soon moved to assault only.
I spent a good 7 years doing assault missions, until the day I had an accident... Of all things, I slipped and fell off a boulder I had been climbing on. I'd wanted my picture taken on it. Shoulda known better. Long story short, I broke some bones and sustained some moderate nerve and muscle damage in my arm. Everything healed, but I soon found that I could no longer shoot accurately. Yeah... that pissed me off to say the least... I went on "vacation" for a few months and I eventually sold most of my gun collection.
Since then, I've been classified as a "miscellaneous agent". Sometimes I do recon missions, sometimes I go undercover as a police officer, or an army soldier. I've done all kinds of things over the last few years, but my latest assignment has so far been the strangest, and most rewarding one to date.
Like the life I've led, my sexuality isn't what would be called "normal" by some people. At 13, I discovered that I liked other girls. A few years later, I discovered that I liked to tie up other girls... This led me down a new and fascinating road, and eventually led me to the assignment I'm currently on.
Jennifer, a fellow Wetworks agent, contacted me a few months ago and offered me a voluntary assignment. She had a girl that she was taking care of, and wanted some "help". The young woman's name was Zana, and from what Jennifer told me, Zana was bisexual, but leaning towards all out lesbian. She told me that Zana had submissive and masochistic tendencies. After some discussion, I accepted the assignment. I then moved into a new house close to their base, and set myself up at one of the S&M social websites that Zana was frequenting. Soon I had the chance to introduce myself to her.
We met in person a couple days later. The first thing I noticed was that she was pretty cute. She had many features of her Chinese heritage, including a rather short stature and jet black hair, which I happened to like. The second thing I noticed was that she was very nervous and excited, which I also happened to like...
We introduced ourselves and talked for a bit. After awhile, I noticed a familiar scent coming from her. It was the musky scent of sexual arousal. I ordered her to remove her clothing. Her body was just about covered in scars, some of them pretty recent. I then noticed that her panties were soaked. Her nipples were also poking through the fabric of her bra. I gave them a gentle twist and she let out a little squeal. Her body began to tremble.
I turned my attention back to the scars all over her body.
"You like to hurt yourself, don't you?" I asked her.
"I...I...I...I..." was all she could say.
"Take a few deep breaths, and calm down." I said to her.
She did exactly that, and I saw a bit of color return to her face.
"I'm sorry, I just..." she trailed off and just looked at me, unsure of what else to say.
"It's okay Zana. This is your first time doing something like this, is it not?" I asked her.
"Yeah, sorta... I-I mean I've met others before, but none of them were into S&M... None of them wanted me as a p-p-p-p-pet..." she replied.
"You'd like to be a pet, wouldn't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
She gave me a subtle nod. Her trembling increased.
"Close your eyes and wait right there." I said.
I went and fished out a suitable collar for her. I came back into the room and quietly snuck up behind her. She didn't know I was there until she felt the collar being placed around her neck. To my surprise, the moment I locked the collar into place, she dropped to her hands and knees and started to crawl around, whimpering softly. The sight of her crawling around, wearing nothing but a collar and underwear was pretty arousing. I myself started to become moist... I walked up behind her, and began to rub the outer part of her vagina through the soaked fabric of her panties. She was already close to an orgasm, and that little amount of rubbing sent her over the edge.
I had been informed of her post orgasm trances from Jennifer, but it was still surprising to see her eyes go totally blank and glassy. I soon found that I had complete control over her. I could make her tell me anything or do practically anything, and that she had no memory of what happened during a trance. I also found that I could implant commands during a trance, and she'd subconsciously obey them afterwards.
"I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore, Zana." I told her.
"...Will you punish me if I've been bad?" she asked.
"I most certainly will." I replied.
"Okay. I won't hurt myself anymore."
It's been three months since then, and Zana hasn't so much as pricked herself with a needle. Instead, she gets ahold of one of my laptop's and changes the passwords on it. Sometimes she gets into other mischief, which I of course punish her for. I've never met a girl before that went into such a deep trance after an orgasm, and I must admit that I like being able to probe so deeply into her mind.
Today I was meeting with Jennifer to discuss our future plans for Zana. Jennifer had arranged for a mission to keep Zana busy long enough for us to meet and plan out the next couple weeks. The fact that I was a Wetworks agent was still a secret to Zana. Not even Dominic or Michael knew that it was I that Zana was seeing.. This was to prevent them from inadvertently saying anything about it that might get passed along to her. Not that they would, but why take chances?
"I want to introduce her to my vacuum bed." I said.
"What's that do?" Jennifer asked.
"The sub lies down on it. A rubber sheet goes over her, and all the air is sucked out, leaving her body encased in shiny rubber. It also prevents them from moving, at all." I replied.
"She'll be able to breathe, right?" Jennifer asked.
"Of course. There's a breathing hole in the sheet that's positioned where her mouth will be. If I wanted to get really kinky, I could attach a mask and have her breathe a mixture of oxygen and nitrous oxide, the same stuff that the dentists use."
"Ehh, no. The vacuum bed sounds fine, but I'd feel better if you didn't mess with what she's breathing." Jennifer replied.
"Okay. Instead of that, I'll insert a couple electrodes in her sensitive areas. She'll be at the mercy of the electro stimulation and unable to move or do anything about it... I think she'll love it." I said.
Jennifer winced and frowned at me.
"I know what you went through Jen, but electricity is perfectly safe when used carefully. I've been using it on Zana for months now, and if anything, it's helped her. It can give her the pain she craves without physical damage."
"Yeah, I know... Look, do what you want concerning electricity. Just don't injure her, don't kill her, and don't tell me about it. I'd rather not know how many electrodes it takes for her to squeege." she replied.
"Fair enough." I said.
We continued to talk about other things that I wanted to try with Zana. Then we moved onto some missions that were in the works for her.
"It's not a good idea to send her anywhere where she could be caught and interrogated." I said.
Jennifer nodded. "She'd enjoy it, to the point where she'd eventually cum and go into a trance."
"...And then she'd tell the interrogators anything they wanted to know." I finished.
"That's one of the reasons I sought you out. Zana likes to sneak off and do various naughty things with others, and it's been a concern for some time that she'd give away who she really is during a trance."
I nodded. "That concern is justified. She's told me a lot of info that would be dangerous in the wrong hands, info that I didn't even ask for." I said.
"A few months after I first started taking care of her, she snuck out, and met up with a stripper. They had sex, and after she went into a trance, she told that stripper a bit about her first mission. We had to track down that stripper and remove all her memories of Zana." Jennifer said.
"I'd say it's more then just a concern then."
Jennifer nodded.
The meeting ended, and Jennifer left. I began setting up my vacuum bed for Zana. As I was testing it out, I wondered how Zana would react to being in it. I knew that bondage made her more then a little aroused, so I suspected that Zana and my vacuum bed were going to become good friends...
Zana showed up a couple hours later. She looked a bit nervous and anxious. I decided to play upon this.
"You're late, Zana."
"I know. I'm sorry Mistress. I had something really important to do... It was one of those things... I can't talk about it." she replied.
I nodded. "Still, you were late, and I'm going to have to punish you, my pet."
The words "punish" and "pet" made Zana start to shudder, not from fear, but from arousal. She turned around, bent over, and lifted her skirt. The crotch of her panties was already becoming damp.
"No Zana, we're going to do something different today. Take off all your clothing, and follow me."
She began to strip naked. I saw that while she was a bit disappointed at not receiving a spanking, she was more curious to see what I had in mind. I led her to the room where I had set the vacuum bed up. I instructed her to climb into it, then inserted the electrodes that I planned to use on her.
"You've never been in a bed like this before, have you?" I asked.
"Not to my knowledge." she replied.
"Then this will be a new experience for you." I said.
After I positioned the sheet over her, I double checked everything, then I turned the vacuum on. As the air was removed, the rubber began to hug Zana's body. She began to pant. As the rubber hugged her tighter, she started moaning. Suddenly, I heard that all too familiar cry. She had cum, and I hadn't even started the electro stimulation yet! I had had girls before who were aroused by being encased in rubber, but DAMN! Zana was the first girl I had ever seen cum while the bed was still in the process of encasing her!
I reversed the vacuum and removed the rubber sheet. Zana was in another post orgasm trance. I decided to ask her what happened, as I was very curious to know.
"...I'm not sure. The rubber closing around me and compressing my skin just felt so... overwhelming! I couldn't move, and that made it more overwhelming. The feeling just built up, and I came." she said.
I smiled and shook my head. "You're one in a million Zana. Yes, you certainly are."