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 San Diego, but all that Sharon could think about was the conversation from lunch. She’d gone to a local pub with Jackie, her friend from work, to have a quick meal, enjoy a glass of wine or two, and commiserate about men. Sharon and Jackie had been having these chats for months now.

As soon as Jackie had joined the company, Sharon had recognized her as someone who seemed like a lot of fun, even if she technically was Sharon’s boss. She certainly spoke her mind and she enjoyed the occasional girls-only martini night. They had also been able to share their frustrations and thoughts over trying to find men in the city. Sharon had the advantage of knowing the local scene and Jackie the drive from being energized by her move across the country.

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 to join with her. Unfortunately, those early and enthusiastic days were months old and neither one of them had had any luck at all. They exchanged theories that it was maybe the tone or maybe the content of their information and profiles that was keeping them from generating any significant feedback.

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 Sharon had surprised herself a bit with the joke that if neither of them had any luck with men soon they should give that gender up as lost and just hook up together. They’d shared a raucous laugh over it, but now hours later, Sharon found the thought was still rolling around in her head.

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 Sharon of the enthusiastic gleam that Jackie used to have about her personal life when they first started their search in earnest. Maybe Jackie was thinking about their conversation as well.

Through the evening and even through her Saturday errands, Sharon found that her thoughts kept coming back to the idea of her and Jackie together. She knew they’d have lots of fun together as they already did – their loud laughter tended to fill bars and pool halls. She wondered what the sex would be like. If Jacquelyn was her superior at work would that carry though into the bedroom, or would Sharon reverse the roles and twist up Jackie’s hair in her fingers and push her mouth hard into her trembling, glistening pussy. “Wow,” she laughed to herself, “where did that come from?” Sharon was in the middle of a clothing store and she actually had gotten herself blushing with her own imagination – and her imagination was a bit foul-mouthed.

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. Sharon shook her head, trying to set her mental processes back in order. She couldn’t help but notice that she was physically aroused with all these new thoughts, and there was certainly a heat and wetness building inside her favorite pair of jeans.

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.

Sharon looked at the screen and smiled, trying to form a mental picture. She decided to get a bit naughtier yet and make a quick trip to her bedroom. She returned to the computer a few moments later in flowing silk pajamas over her sexiest black lace lingerie over her favorite little toy: a “dolphin” vibrator that strapped on and rested just over her clitoris. Once it got to humming it could drive her to a very personal heaven.

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 Sharon had hoped for as an active workout for the new lusts she was discovering, but she certainly enjoyed it. At a certain point, however, the lateness of the hour, the slight disappointment in the level of eroticism of the chatting, one too many interruptions by horny men and the desire to personally finish off what the vibe had started led her to sign off and head for bed. She decided to save her profile, just in case.

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.

Sharon slept deeply, and her dreams were full of increasingly erotic dreams that translated into physical movements of body, twisting and sliding in the satin sheets. As she slept, her naked body was becoming more and more sensitive. Her nipples stood out stiffly and each motion against the brought her a soft pulse of pleasure. The pleasure built and grew and, fed by her dreams, finally woke her in a state of lust and need. Before she was even fully awake, she was reaching for the vibe she kept tucked behind the books beside her bed. She fumbled for the controls and turned it to full speed. She could feel she was already wet, so she wasted no time in teasing it over her aching clit and into her pussy.

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.

Sharon eventually got herself up and out of the shower. In drying herself she was again reminded of how much more of her there now was to dry and how wonderful touch felt on her skin. She was unable to find much of anything to cover herself with, so she wrapped herself in her bathrobe. It was noticeable short on her now, not to mention that it wouldn’t really make it all the way around her chest. She was curious so she got out her cloth tape and measured her bust. Working it out, she realized she was now proudly carrying around DD cup tits. She decided to take the rest of her measurements as well and as she wrote down the numbers she was struck by the familiarity of them. The idea came to her and she powered up her computer to confirm her fears. She now had the exact measurements that she’d made up the night before. Looking down at her breasts constantly falling out of her robe she was glad she hadn’t made them even larger.

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 Sharon was nuts. While she thought about it, she brought up Jackie’s profile, giving her a few moments to think.

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 Sharon did, as the last listed update time was Friday night, just 24 hours before Sharon’s own. As she read further, details like revision dates were pushed from her mind, replaced by wicked plans. Sharon read it over and over. Jackie, on purpose or otherwise, had managed to turn herself into a beautiful, curvy, horny, bisexual slut who seemed to yearn for just the kind of control Sharon ached to offer. This was going to be fun.

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.”

Sharon giggled to herself, “Oh goody, this is going to be fun!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Dating Serviced, part 4