Gardening Wild Ch. 13

Mr. Wagner, has taken control of control of Lisa and Ben's computers. He uses this to dispense severe punishment for Lisa and Ben failing to follow instructions with a delivery man.

Lisa returned home a bit later after work than usual. I greeted her and told her to take all her clothes off. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Actually, Mr. Wagner is the one doing the telling."

"I'll do that when he comes. I need to square a few things with him first. Besides, I have a more pressing problem to deal with. I tried to buy something on the way home but my card didn't work."

At this point her mobile phone rang. "What's this," she screamed. The background photo was of her strung up naked at Owen's from the neck down.

I started to laugh. I guess there might be some parts of the journey I might like! "You best answer it."

"Who's this," demanded Lisa.

"You'll not take that tone with me, young lady. I'll not tell you a thing until you take your clothes off."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll send that photo to everyone in your phonebook."

"How...."

"Take off your clothes now. No more questions or the photo goes out." This time she obeyed, though she left her underwear on. "Are underwear clothes?"

There was silence as she tried to understand what was going on. "How do you know what I'm wearing?"

"Take off what is on your body or," Mr. Wagner cut her off again. Off came the underwear. "Very good. Now go to your computer and sign in."

She scowled. "What is going on, Mike?"

"You do as you're told and only what you're told." The voice was commanding and she did as instructed. She tried to sign in but it didn't work. "What have you done? What's going on here?"

"I know at first I agreed with you about giving Mr. Wagner the film. But he convinced us that you actually did break your commitment to him," said Owen.

Lisa started to say something but now Fred cut her off. "So we've given him the film. We have changed all your passwords so we control everything. We're going to force you to become - Slave, show her the new password." I went over to her and gave her a slip of paper.

"TitWhore," she just about screamed at the top of her lungs. I could hear laughing on the phone.

"I'm not going to do..."

"Finish that sentence and the photo goes to everyone in your phonebook."

Lisa had no choice but to sign in with her new password. Her face was hard as nails. This revealed a background photo of her with her tit in her mouth. "Wonderful reminder of what you are, don't you think?" More laughing.

"You perverts. What are you doing!" Lisa was about in tears.

"Such language will not be permitted. Punishment will be meted out for this transgression. We were going to allow you to order your dinner tonight and pay for it from your bank account. But to show the power we now hold over you, we will order for you and you'll have to pay for it on delivery."

"But I don't have any cash. My card didn't work." There was desperation in her voice.

"We can give you the codes for some cash or you can negotiate with the delivery man."

"That's easy. Give me the codes."

"Sure but you're not allowed any clothes tonight. You are to stay nude until I come to you."

"You bastards. Keep your codes for now."

"Fine. But you must answer the door and arrange payment. Your slave is not to be involved. He will explain the arrangements while you wait for dinner." With that the line went dead.

Lisa Looked at me. I started explaining the afternoon's events. She became more agitated as she realised how trapped we were. "My god, what are we to do," she said in despair.

"What they tell us to do," was all I could offer.

The doorbell rang. We looked at each other. "Guess I have to get that."

"Suppose so," was all I offered. I was sure I could hear her heart beating.

Up she got. I heard their voices but couldn't make out the words. She came back with a smile. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you as we set up dinner." This was an odd thing to do with us both naked. Lisa had forced me to do this frequently. It was both reassuring and erotic to be naked together and having dinner. "I hid behind the door. Fortunately, it was one of our semi-regular deliverers. I told him I was in my birthday suit because it was my birthday so had nothing on me to pay him. Would he mind coming back later this week. And I promised him a big tip."

"Brilliant. I just wonder what will happen the rest of the week." We continued dinner speculating what that could be. I was doing the dishes when the doorbell rang. "I suspect that's him."

"I suspect you're right. I will see as it is me he wants to see. Pun intended by the way." I tried to laugh.

I heard the door open and footsteps into the living room. Lisa was talking. "Look, you don't have to be so controlling. I'll give you all the access you want."

"You don't seem to understand," growled Mr. Wagner. "You now give and I now take. That's it. Any arguing or talking back will result in punishment. And that will very likely be sending photos you don't want sent to people who you don't want to see them. Before you say another word, go and look at your email outbox."

Lisa was confused as she headed for her computer. She signed in and opened her email. There was a message to her father. "Open it up." We were terrified to see a photo of her sucking her tit.

"That's my father!!!!!"

"The system picks names at random. Since this is your first day under the new rules I will give you three day's grace for the complaining and bad behavior tonight before sending it. From now on any talking back or disobedience will result in an email being sent. That's any, do I make myself clear?"

Lisa nodded her agreement as the blood left her face. "So the punishment is that, when in this house you will be naked until that delivery man comes. You will invite him in for tea to discuss what payment he wants other than money. And you will give it to him. Understood?"

Lisa started to speak but thought better of it. "Yes, sir," she said compliantly.

Mr. Wagner looked at me. "And you will not interfere. You are to be clothed as well. Do you understand?"

I was beginning to think this could be great fun. "Yes, sir," I echoed.

"Okay, back to the living room." Once there, he ordered Lisa to stand in the middle of the floor. I assumed so she could be filmed. He got behind her and started playing with her breasts as he had done the previous night. "Now pay attention to what I'm doing. I will tell you to do certain things and you are to do them every time I visit. And always act like you're enjoying it."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Wagner started caressing and fondling her large breasts. He would squeeze them and pull them and mash them against her body. Lisa obeyed by making pleasurable sounding moaning noises. After a while, he grabbed the nipples and pulled them as far as he could. She inhaled and grimaced at the pain. "At this point you will ask to take over. You will take a tit in each hand, bring it to your mouth and use your tongue to play with it. You will do this three times with each tit. Then you will swipe your tongue across one tit like this." He used his hand to demonstrate as he moved his finger across one nipple. "When you're about to cum, you'll stick as much of your tit in your mouth as you can. When the orgasm has receded, you will do the same with the other tit. When the second orgasm has receded, you'll turn around and give me a big, wet kiss. If you try to cut any corners ..."

"You'll send out a photo."

"I'm glad you're getting it." And off he started. It was just as much a thrill to watch tonight as it was last night. I soon had a hard-on as Lisa did her best to sound like she was enjoying it. Eventually he pulled her tits by the nipples.

"Oh please sir, let me take over." And she did as instructed. And Mr. Wagner moved his hands down to her vagina. Now she really was enjoying it. She swapped tits and was breathing harder each time. After three changes she started swiping her tongue across one nipple. Mr. Wagner speeded up as she did this. Soon the tit was in her mouth and a muffled cry of joy came out as her body convulsed. She let go of the tit. She was panting heavily as she moved to the other one. Once again, the tit went in and the muffled cry came out. It was too much for me and I felt my muscles exploding. I caught as much as I could in my hand.

Lisa laughed as she turned around to give Mr. Wagner a long wet kiss. "How did I do?" She was in that same haze as the previous night.

"Just fine. Looks like your husband enjoyed it too."

"Yes he seems to have. So he doesn't spill any, why don't you tell him to drink it and lick his hand clean?"

"What a wonderful idea." I naturally did as told. "Okay, I will be back every other day in the morning and evening. You're to stay naked until I come. Understand?" Lisa nodded dreamily.

Lisa nodded her understanding. "One last thing. Your cunt hair is starting to grow back. I'm told your husband is as smooth as the first time he appeared hairless. Do whatever you need to to keep yourself that smooth." Mr. Wagner then left. Again, Lisa was just fit to put to bed.

The next morning, after another long bath, Lisa and I tried to figure out what was going on. She was following instructions by not wearing anything. And she had shaved the hair that was growing in her vagina. I did like this! "I don't think there's anything we can do. We just need to go along with it for the next month of Sundays. How long is that, anyway?"

Lisa looked perplexed. "I think it is only four weeks. There are four Sundays in month so that would be four weeks."

"That's a relief," I said. We then heard her phone receive a text message. "That's a bit early."

"Sure is. I best check it." She went off to get her phone. I heard a yell and she came running back to the kitchen. I almost came watching her breasts bob freely. I was liking this more and more, "I forgot we're being watched!" She showed me the phone. It had a photo of her sitting in the kitchen. The text said: A month of Sundays is 30 weeks.

"What are we supposed to do? How can I explain I can't possibly do that? My god, to be under that lecherous old fart's control for a week is bad enough. But for 30 weeks, never!!!!!"

"Not sure you should be saying things like that. They can her us too, you know."

"I don't care. I'm not letting that slimy bastard watch me naked in my own house let alone fondle my breasts for that long."

Her phone buzzed again: Check your e-mails. Lisa whitened. We quickly went to her computer. She tried to sign in but couldn't. "Damn. I forgot. What's their new password?"

"TitWhore," I smiled.

She looked at me sternly and signed in. An email had been sent with a short video attached. It was of Lisa last night with Mr. Wagner fondling her breasts and Lisa moaning her seeming enjoyment. They had at least cut her head off so she couldn't easily be identified. The voice was recognizable to those who knew her well. "Oh my god."

"Who did it go to," I asked worriedly.

"An old school friend I haven't seen in years. I can't believe they did that. What'll I do!" She was in tears.

Her phone buzzed again: You'll do as told immediately, no questions asked and no longer insult Mr. Wagner.

She showed me the message. "Sounds like good advice."

Lisa scowled at me. "How in the hell am I supposed to do that? The dirty little..." She caught herself, "spot on my breast ruined the clip." She looked dazed at what she had just said. I started laughing.

Her phone buzzed again: Woman have breasts. Whores have tits.

"Sorry, let me correct that. How in the hell am I supposed to do that? A dirty little spot on my tit ruined the clip."

The phone buzzed again. Good dirty, little TitWhore. And your punishment is to keep those tits exposed for seven days after you square things with the delivery man.

Lisa looked at me. "So I understand, as you're listening in, any disobedience on our part means an email will be sent AND a punishment invoked?"

YES came the reply.

"A bit harsh that, don't you think?"

YES came back again. "Not much we can say to that," I offered.

"You're right about that." She stood there in a daze. Finally, she managed to speak. "I need to get myself off to work."

The day went normally until Lisa came home. I heard the door open but then there was silence. I went to investigate and was amazed and pleased to see her naked. She held her clothes in a bundle. "I'm home," she said with a grumph.

"I can see that. And lovely too."

She glared at me. "I'm off to check my emails." I left her to it.

She came back an hour or so later. "I'm, so relieved. Annie replied to that horrendous email. She was warning me my computer was hacked and sending raunchy photos. If only that were the case!" Relief flowed from her face.

"Lesson learned?"

"Absolutely. Shall I make dinner now?" I certainly agreed. The rest of the night went just fine. We had no interruptions and I had a lovely view the entire evening.

We woke to the doorbell ringing. I was at least moving so headed to see who it could possibly be. I was shocked to see Mr. Wagner. Then my brain kicked in. "Yes, come on in. We weren't expecting you this early. I expect you want to see Lisa."

"Who's that?"

"Um, you mean the whore of the house?"

"I certainly do. And from now on, when in any of our presence or when no one else is here you will not refer to her by name. You are to use derogatory names that describe what we are turning her in to. I give you a bit of slack until she finishes her current punishment. Her being naked should help you. But after that, punishment will be invoked."

"Yes, sir. I will get your whore for you." That left a bad taste in my mouth but I knew the consequences.

I got to the bedroom. "It's Mr. Wagner. He's here for"

"Yes I know. Good thing I don't have to get dressed." She got herself up and into the living room.

Lisa looked at him with a hard face. "If you'd tell us." He glared back at her. She restarted in a softer tone. "If you let us know when you're coming we can ensure we're ready. I wouldn't want you to waste your time waiting for us."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now assume the position." Mr. Wagner took her through the routine and left after Lisa had two wrenching orgasms. I also had a raging hard on and eventually had felt my muscles explode. I once again had to drink what I produced. I needed to work on this!

Lisa was starry-eyed as usual. She managed to get herself bathed, fed and off to work. Again all was usual until Lisa came home. I again saw her naked and realised this was the new normal. What a wonderful thing! We had dinner as usual and were settling into a quiet evening when the doorbell rang.

I answered and was surprised to see Mr. Wagner. "Remember, my visits are twice a day."

"Oh yes, of course. Lisa's in the bedroom. I'll get her."

"Who are you getting?"

"Sorry, I meant your whore."

"She's not just my whore, you know. I've given Owen and Fred have access rights as well."

"Sorry, I meant the house whore."

"Better. And since I'm being generous as you transition to her new names, you will take me to your bedroom where I can play with her tonight."

There was something extremely violating about this. Lisa had been "violated" many times and in many places. But I expected our bedroom would be a sanctum from his intrusions. As much as it hurt, I had to obey. Though it would help me not to forget again!

Lisa was shocked too when she saw I brought Mr. Wagner into the bedroom. "Sorry, I can be down in a minute," she said in a pleading voice.

"No. We're doing it here tonight because your husband made a mistake."

"And what was that," she asked forcefully.

"Tell her," ordered Mr. Wagner.

"I'm not to use your name when in the house. I'm to only refer to you in derogatory terms that describe what he is turning you into." He looked at me. "I mean describes what you are." She winced. I was not looking forward to this aspect but had no choice.

"Get up from that bed and assume the position." Lisa obeyed slowly.

Mr. Wagner started the routine by caressing and fondling her large breasts. He squeezed them and pulled them away and then mashed them against her body. Lisa made the required pleasurable sounding moaning noises. After a while, he grabbed the nipples and pulled them as far as he could. She inhaled and grimaced at the pain but asked to take over. She took a tit in each hand, brought it to her mouth and her tongue to play with it. She did this three times with each tit as required. She then swept her tongue across one nipple. He was playing with her vagina throughout. Just before orgasm, she stuck as much of her tit in her mouth. I don't know how she didn't bite off a chunk of her breast. When the orgasm receded, she did the same with the other breast. When the second orgasm receded, she turned around and gave me a big, wet kiss. This just heaped on the humiliation. I certainly didn't get a hard-on this time.

"You're doing very nicely," smiled Mr. Wagner.

"I'm glad," Lisa barely got out. She paused choosing her words carefully. "It's a bit cramped in the bedroom. It would be easier if you give us warning so we can meet in a bigger room."

"That's not a bad idea. As long as you behave that should be acceptable." He turned to leave and I escorted him to the door.

When I got back up to the bedroom, Lisa was crying on the bed. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. It was terrible him doing it here. And having to kiss him too. Oh Ben, what have we done. I hate what that man does and it's horrendous having to do it in our bedroom. I know that Fred took advantage of us here but that was much different. The intent was so different. And it all felt so different. Friendly, almost."

"I'm not sure I'd go that far, Lisa, but I know what you mean." I gave her a hug. "We're both going to have to be much more careful." With that, we went into a fitful sleep.

The next morning was the new routine but quiet. We were both shaken by last night. I had some errands to do. Everything seemed normal which helped me relax. When Lisa came, I got the impression the day went well for her to. She walked in naked with a bit of a smile. "Well, Li.." Her face told me I was doing something wrong and quickly realised what it was. "Little slut, how was your day."

She smiled with relief and filled me in on how things went. "I'm sorry about greeting you as a sl..."

She put her fingers to my lips. "Best just to do and not talk about it." And we did, even having some fun by her swishing her boobs so I could enjoy the view. The doorbell rang after we had had dinner.

"That's unexpected. Who could it be? Surely not Mr. Wagner?"

"Not sure (pause as I caught myself) Ms. Nothing but Tits (we both smiled at that one). Best I get it."

I opened the door to see the delivery man. "Oh yes, hello."

"Yes, I've come for the payment of your delivery the other night.

"Um, yes, of course. Do come in. We want to give you some tea for your troubles."

"Oh no, that's okay. I just need the money please."

This was proving difficult. Or more difficult than I ever expected. "Wait here. Let me get my wife." I closed the door and just about ran to Lisa. "It's the delivery man come to settle the bill. He doesn't want to come in." I was in a panic. "I'll make tea can you see what you can do?"

"I had forgotten about that. Shit. Got no choice but to do the best I can. Do hurry with the tea." She got up slowly while I hurriedly got the tea ready.

Lisa told me later that when she opened the boy's eyes just about popped out of his sockets. "As you can see," see explained to me, "I still don't have any money on me. Do come in so we can discuss what we can do about this." This time he followed with mouth open and eyes bulging. Lisa had a pretty shapely butt too.