Sam couldn’t help but sigh a little as he flicked from tab to tab on his computer. He couldn’t remember how it gotten to this point really. Being horny all the time like any other mid-twenty bachelor, he thought the bar scene would be just perfect. And yet here he was, again back at home at 11pm after striking out, trying his best not to mindlessly masturbate to the first thing he set his sights on. It wasn’t that he was sick of the porn he would use on a daily basis, but it had all grown a bit stale.

His eyes finally managed to find something that piqued his interest. A post claiming that a random programme had taken over their machine and was constantly bombarded with images and audio until they had force shut it down. Well, it was a Friday night, and he had nothing else to do? Why not try it out? It seemed to be based around this creator called “Calia”. The name seemed familiar to hin, there were a few files from hers a long time ago that he might have used with some porn that made for a good goon session a while ago, finding her voice like liquid honey that made him hard for days whenever he thought about it. Maybe this is what she had ventured into, fake internet viruses to scare people into writing just how potent she was.

Following the links, he chuckled to himself about all of the warnings that he saw. This programme will make you a slave to Mistress Calia. Do not download unless you are certain you want to be my slave. He even actually put in his actual name and address to the download form and the waivers, why it needed one was anyone’s guess. It was just a harmless program on the internet; it’s not like it mattered where he lived. As soon as it started downloading, his email chimed with a “Welcome to CaliaCorp” message and an alert that “Calia will see you soon”.  

“What the actual hell is this thing?” he wondered to himself as the program finished downloading, the screen of his computer flickering for just a second. Her image showing in the background, not realising just how close he was to letting go. With a swift click of her fingers, the mouse moved on its own to the program icon. Code started streaming down the screen. Before he could get to his mouse to stop whatever was happening it disappeared again. A brief flash of the word “Sleep” in purple came and went. And then nothing.

Sam sat there, both stunned and intrigued in equal manner. Waiting for something more to happen, but nothing did. “That couldn’t be it?” He mused to himself, what about all the warnings he had seen, all the waivers that had to be signed. All of the bright lights and people saying it was dangerous. Clicking on the icon again, anticipating something more to happen – a few black boxes appeared and disappeared but nothing immediately changed. Chucking to himself, he was about to get up from his chair before the sound of her voice echoed through his headphones.

“Your computer has been infected with Caliaware. Your obedience will be rewarded.”

Then the pop ups started. First an image of her wearing a deep-cut black dress that just directed his eyes to her ample cleavage. A nice image for sure, but not one he hadn’t imagined before. And then another, her sitting on a throne. A long purple gown with sleeves that draped over the armrest, A twinkle in her eyes and a devilish smirk that seemed to indicate that she would know exactly what would happen next.

“Level 1 has successfully been installed, please look at the screen and obey.”

More popups started appearing now, his mind starting to struggle to take into them all. Some of his other porn he had saved started playing. Scrambling to remove them, how did the program even find it? Trying to click and even more came out, like it was splitting into individual pieces with each touch of his mouse. And then the moans started up. Layering over and over each other. Echoing through his headphones. His find struggling to put the moans to the images, were they new? He hadn’t heard them before, but with so much filth being loaded and disappearing off his screen, he had no idea what was what anymore. More images – caption images about denial, about serving woman started cropping up. Files that he thought he had hidden deep into folders were being found and displayed at once.

“Level 2 installed. Obedience is Pleasure” flashed on the screen for a brief second. The purple text being only slightly visible over the images. Disappearing as soon as it arrived, the text flashing though different words over and over again. Obey. Submit. Sink. Throb. Edge. Leak.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into hours. At some point one of his hands moved towards his crotch and started rubbing mindlessly. Mouth open, drool pooling and dripping down his chin and onto their shirt. He couldn’t look away; he didn’t want to look away. Nothing could stop the pulsing of pleasure flowing through and he watched and stared. He needed to obey. He wanted to submit. He loved to sink to his computer firing every single image he had ever saved at him in one go. He couldn’t stop the throbbing between his legs if he tried. Getting closer and closer to that edge.

“Just keep staring Sam” was all he could hear over the moans as a spiral pattern took over the middle of the screen.

The moans get louder, the sounds of pleasure pulsing through him with every second. The spiral pulling at his thoughts. The black and whiteness making their eyes glaze over even more. Stuck in a cycle of staring and sinking. Sinking and drooling. Drooling and pulsing. Pulsing and staring. His hand stopped moving, his body sagging into the chair, just watching and waiting for the next instructions to come through.

“Watch and sink for me” her voice coming through less robotic, almost singing it in a sweet voice as the images started to fade a little, leaving only that spiral pattern behind. The faint moaning of her pleasure in the background repeating over and over. Almost starting to hear the gasps of a “Good boy” every so often that caused a little extra jolt of pleasure to surge through him, wishing it was him that was getting praise.

“You want me, don’t you Sam?”

He could do nothing but nod. Mind turning into mush quickly as the programme took even more control. More images of her started appearing. A collar being held, dangling from her hands. A leash in another, just waiting to pull him tight into her. Each one of them with those sparkling blue eyes and that smirk on her face, like she was seeing his mind get reworked in real time.

“You need me, don’t you?”

A whine escaping from his mouth, the drool drying on his lips and shirt as the image of her on her throne again started. Her legs seemingly more open than previous, or maybe his mind was really starting to be overwritten. The echoes of moans in his head as he couldn’t help but wish it his him kneeling before her, allowing to be of service to her. Collared and leashed. Completely under her control.

“Just a single taste”

More images appeared in a manic flurry flooding the screen. Men on their knees, worshipping their partners. All with collars around their neck, leashes in their partner’s hands. The echoes of pure pleasure over and over again. It didn’t matter if it was them or her, all that mattered is that it made his aching cock twitch and leak with every new moan he could place. Seeing her, her eyes calling out to him, that smirk just loving how quickly he had sunk down into submission. It was all encompassing, and everything he never knew he wanted until now.

“Give in to me”

The immediately nodding and whispering of “Yes, Goddess” over and over again as his mind spiralled further around the drain. No thoughts left apart from service. Of just being a toy for her pleasure. Of having nothing in his mind all day other than her voice, her control. Her pleasure was all that mattered. Her pleasure was his pleasure. Complete and utter devotion to her. All for her, anything for her. Everything for her.

“And up, up, up” faint clicks of her fingers got sharper in his ear, as he blinked his tired eyes a few times trying to understand where he was. Not grasping his surroundings at all, wanting just to have those headphones back on his head. “Come on now, there you go”. Her eyes sparkling, a massive grin on her face as she stood with an overall amused expression. The small black dress, just like the one that came on initially when he pressed start looked even more well fitting in reality. Her ample cleavage on display, not that he noticed with his eyes so glazed and immediately lost in her own glistening blue orbs.

“You’re such a good boy, you know?” She looked happy? No, delighted. A huge surge of pride pulsed through him completely hearing that. A faint “Yes, Goddess” parting from his lips without him even noticing, causing another pulse of pleasure that couldn’t help elicit a small moan. Every single bit causing the woman to just smile and beam even more at him. Looking down like he was the most wonderful new toy to add to her collection.

“Such a good pet in my collection” she mused, the faint outline of a black collar being more visible in her hand, still grinning down at Sam like the cat that finally got the cream. He couldn’t help himself, slinking off the chair and onto his knees. Falling down he lost sight of her beautiful eyes and instead found himself infatuated by her legs, the black heels that she wore that clicked perfectly on the floor as she walked round him. In time with his heartbeat, echoing straight through him that he was almost in a dungeon in her castle rather than in his own home. Mind wandering to how much he could start kissing her feet right now before she would tell him off.

“Not now dear, wait until we’re alone” she smiled, bending down to him, cupping his face slightly. The smell of vanilla rapidly filling his brain, her figure being the only thing he could see illuminated by a couple of bright lights that made him squint a little. She bent down and began to attach the collar. Taking a second to carefully place it around his neck, the click of the fastener of the matching latex leash in place echoing through the room in stunned silence. Pulling him back up to his feet a little unsteadily, the smallest groan escaping his lips until the rapturous applause overtook the entre room.

“Did you like that memory dear? That first time you found me?” She whispered into him as the applause took hold. Turning to face the crowd, Sam suddenly got a little embarrassed, a blush creeping on him more than the one from his blissed-out memories from before. The wet spot in his pants being very visible in the stage lights, but with a firm squeeze of his in affection the feeling faded – to be replaced with pride of being such a good boy for her. Leading him off the stage, quickly shuffling behind the curtain into the wings she yanked on the leash to pull Sam right into her body. A quick kiss on the cheek before the words that he’d been begging to hear went straight to his core.

“Dressing room. Now.”