Author's Note: This is a remake of sorts of FictitiousSlave's story The Admin. Great story, which I loved. All props to the original. I like feedback, so write here or at drsuperbest@gmail.com


"Hey, could you take a look at my laptop? The internet has been having some issues."

I look up at who's speaking. I'm sitting in my cramped office or workshop, surrounded by the carcasses of IT technology. I work in tech support at a major newspaper, but you would't know it from the space they give me.

It takes me a moment to readjust. Fixing someone's private laptop is not my job, and ordinarily I would ask them to go to hell. But it's Rachel, the girl every guy in the building is lusting after. She has an open smile, glasses, and her businesslike dress doesn't hide the fact that she's got tits to die for. She's 25, a journalistic prodigy, or so they say. In some other workplace, she might be considered a tad geeky, but here we appreciate such things.

"Sure," I say, and take the laptop from her. To explain what I'm going to do next, I'll just say that I'm an asshole.

Rachel looks at me expectantly as I open the machine and turn it on. I make a show of furrowing my brow in concentration, and then ask for her Skype password, Facebook password and email password "to test connectivity".

Sometimes people are naive.

I tell her its going to take awhile, and she leaves me with the machine. I crack my knuckles and settle into busting the private life of Rachel, star reporter.

It doesn't take me long to realize I've struck gold. I'd never heard her talk of a boyfriend, but I assumed she would have one, on the general principle that attractive women were always taken. And she is in a relationship, but not with a dude. Her girlfriend's name is Zoe. Zoe has a way of using abstract flower shapes as profile pictures on Facebook, but thanks to the tagging habits of their friends, I find a group photo of them and their friends in a bar, smiling for the camera. Zoe is beautiful and proud, tall and self-possessed. She has jet black hair and she's holding Rachel possessively while she looks at the camera, smiling faintly in a challenge.

Moving into Rachel's private email, I discover that she likes to take naked photos of herself and email them to her girlfriend during the day. I get the impression that she likes distracting Zoe in the middle of the working day. She's certainly distracting me. There's a photo of Rachel, probably in her home, doing a mirror shot of herself. She's smiling at the camera, shy but proud, naked except for her panties, her large, heavy breasts partly obscured by the hand holding her phone.

I save the photo onto my computer, and again on my phone, and take a break at the toilet to enjoy it privately for a while before I resume violating Rachel's privacy. Coming back to my office, I spot her in the corridor, talking on her phone. I almost get hard again, just thinking how she looks under her clothes.

Much of their relationship is online. They don't live together, and are apparently both pretty busy. But they chat a lot and send a lot of emails. They're talking about their sex life, and experimenting with submission and domination. Rachel wants to be tied up. Some of the fantasies they share are pretty intense. In the most extreme, they're both abducted and gangraped by a group of men, pierced, tattooed and made into permanent fucksluts.

A plan forms in my mind.

A few days later Zoe leaves for a few weeks abroad. She works in tv, and apparently it involves a lot of travel. The next Sunday, they agree on a playdate over Skype. Zoe would dom Rachel, starting 19:00. I decided to make that the point I'd start usurping their relationship. As luck would have it, as long as Zoe is traveling her phone won't work.

I've been following their chats and video calls enough that I know how they talk to each other. I've read their emails. Once Sunday comes around, I send Zoe a message from Rachel's email canceling the date, and explaining that "my mother just showed up, so sorry, i don't know whats up with her...".

I was at home, ready at the computer, when Rachel calls on Skype, on the dot. I hit answer. Her face appears on the screen. She's at home, in her bedroom. She's wearing a tight top that really accentuates her breasts, unlike anything she ever wears at work. It has the Neon Genesis Evangelion logo in front. I knew she was a bit of a geek, but perhaps I underestimated the chasm between her work self and private self. She's smiling, and then frowns when she can't see the picture from my end.

I type quickly in the chat. I tell her that I'm having problems with my computer, and that only the chat seems to work. I see her picture, but I don't know how to fix this. I ask her if we should proceed anyway.

"Sure", she says. She looks excited and in love. "I've been looking forward to this."

My dick is already getting hard. "OK", I type. "So let's play like we agreed to."

Rachel adjusts the camera a little, and I see she's sitting on her bed. There's cuffs, gags and other toys spread on the bed. She's nervous and ready. She looks bashful yet excited.

"These are the rules", I type. "You do what I tell you to do, no buts and no complaints."

"Understood", she says softly, her eyes flicking over the text on the screen.

"And I will call you a slut. Are you my slut?"

She hesitates, but then she says: "I'm your slut Zoe, you know I am."

"Take off your top."

She takes off her top with alacrity, lifting it above her head and letting her breasts come into view. I make sure I'm recording the image on the Skype screen. She's wearing a black lace bra, much sexier than I expected. She looks shy and satisfied with herself. She got the bra just for this occasion. I'm not going to let her keep it much longer.

"And the bra", I type.

She's still not looking at the camera, but she starts to unfasten the bra straps behind her back. Her naked breasts fall into view in all their full, round glory.

"Listen up, slut", I write. They've emailed a little about piercings, and Rachel showed interest. I don't know how long I can play this game, so I decide I have to move fast. "Tomorrow morning you're going to call a piercing salon, and get yourself an appointment. You're going to get your nipples pierced with thick rings to show you belong to me."

I see the reaction on Rachel's face in slow motion as the reads on her screen. She's startled and unconsciously touches her nipples. She starts to say something.

"No buts, slut. You will do as I say."

"Yes, Mistress", she says, slowly and deliberately. I can see that she's getting really excited. I suspect that Zoe was not really up to the role Rachel wanted her to play. Rachel has been wishing that Zoe would do exactly what I'm doing now.

"From now on, you're fordibben to play with yourself without my permission. And you're forbidden to cum. You'll get a package at work tomorrow from a courier. Go to a toilet, put it on, and send me a photo in email as soon as you're done to prove that you're being a good girl."

"Yes, Mistress", Rachel says again, and I can see she's getting into the game. She's really happy that Zoe is finally getting into it.

"Now, I want you to put on a ball gag."

Rachel does as I command, taking it from the bed and placing it into her mouth, strapping it behind her head.

"Lean back so I can see you, play with your breasts, and play with yourself, but don't cum. When you're about to cum, stop."

Rachel looks at the camera uncertainly. She wants to cum, but she wants to play the game too. She leans back on the bed, and starts playing with her breasts, her hand between her legs, in her panties. I start wanking, and every time she looks shyly into the camera, I get a little closer to cumming.

She's drooling onto her breasts because of the gag, and I can see she desperately wants to cum, but she stops in time just as I cum all over my fingers. She leans closer to the computer, her breasts momentarily filling the screen, and types in the chat: "Please Zoe, can I cum?"

"No. Remember to email me the picture tomorrow", I send and close the connection.

Next morning, Rachel appears at work her usual competent, businesslike and busy self. I see her arguing with her boss, shouting into the phone, and generally being on top of everything. Only every time I see her, I remember her breasts, held out for me to wank over. If she makes the arrangements for the piercing salon, I don't see it, but I have my own work to do and can't follow her all the time anyway.

At noon, the courier comes in and delivers a package. Someone takes it to Rachel's desk, and a little while later she finds it. And a little while later an email appears. I've made it so that it looks as if Zoe and Rachel are emailing each other, but in reality they're emailing me.

I retreat to the privacy of my office and open the photo. Rachel is in the toilet, the same toilet I go to every day. She's using the mirror to take a photo of herself. She has lifted her skirt (why did I never notice that she likes to wear short skirts?), her expression is expectant, and the metal gleam of the chastity belt is clearly visible between her legs. She's locked herself into it, just as I told her to do. And only I have the key.

"Good slut. I'll be having some fun at your expense tomorrow night. Be ready at eight."

I send the message from my phone. I can see Rachel at her desk as she receives it. She turns red and looks around guiltily. She looks the same as before, but I, and only I, know that underneath, she's locked in my chastity belt.

Tuesday night saw me on Skype, making Rachel display her sore, new nipple rings and describe in detail how much she wanted to be fucked. She was panting with desire, using a felt-tip pen to draw the words SLUT over her breasts as I watched and wanked. The following days, I kept her in chastity, using our nightly video sessions to make her even more frustrated and use her as inspiration for my own pleasures.

I was amazed at how professional she kept things at work even when I knew her to be desperate for sexual release.

The next Sunday, after a week of playing with her and engaging in faked correspondence with Zoe, I made my next move. I told Rachel I would let her cum, but only after she got 100 points. She'd able able to get one point for exciting herself for the camera, two points for taking dirty pictures and emailing them to Zoe, five points for showing up to work with a butt plug in her ass, and ten points for sucking the cock of Steve from IT support.

That's me.

It's not implausible that Zoe would remember me, because I talked with her at the going-away party of a colleague. Later, Rachel told me that I had made a good impression. At the time, I was under the impression that Rachel was straight, that Zoe was just a friend, and that hitting on her was a great idea.

By Wednesday, Rachel had a butt plug in her ass. I know because she sent a photo during her lunch break. I enjoyed watching her around the office, knowing that under her clothes, she was all mine.

By Friday night, Rachel was standing at the doorway to my office, looking all fidgety. Most of the others had gone home, and I was just taking care of some final details when I noticed her.

She seemed to have trouble finding words for what she wanted to say. I looked at her expectantly. She had opened a couple of buttons on her shirt. Finally she seemed to find her resolve, looked me in the eye, and smiled. She walked up to me, hips swaying seductively, and leaned on the edge of my table, slightly closer to me than would have been professional.

"I've noticed you checking me out", she says, challenging me.

I lean back on my chair. I have an urge to tell her I'm gay just to fuck with her. Instead, I say: "Maybe I have." She seems uncertain for a moment, so I continue: "Everyone in this office wants to fuck you."

Rachel blushes, and moves closer, straddling me. Her hands are on my shoulders, and suddenly my face is right in her breasts, only her shirt and bra between us. "Do you like my breasts?" she asks, mocking and needy at the same time. I feel the desire for something sexual in her body. Without the chastity belt, she'd never do anything like this.

My dream is coming true. I'm going to make love with the girl everyone wants, but nobody can have. Suddenly I'm hard as a rock, my erection straining in my pants.

I open her shirt, pull down the cups of her bra and kiss her breasts. I move my hand to her head, so I can kiss her on the mouth. She's reluctant yet passionate, torn between conflicting impulses. Suddenly, she disengages and kneels in front of me, slipping out of her shirt and losing the bra. She clumsily opens my pants, without looking me in the eye. Her hair is a mess but her glasses are still on as she takes my hard cock out, and then stops for a second, unsure what to do. Just as I'm about to say something, she takes it in her mouth, carefully, and starts sucking.

I like the sight of her head bobbing on my cock. I take a few photos on my phone and guide her head with my hand, forcing my cock deeper into her throat and making her gag.

"Is this your first time sucking cock?" I ask.

Rachel takes me out of her mouth for a moment and gasps for breath. She nods, and then says quietly: "I've sucked on a strap-on, but never a man", before taking me into her throat again.

"Aren't you supposed to be lesbian?" I ask.

"Yes..." she stars, and I push myself back into her mouth, roughly. It feels good.

There's a certain enjoyment to be had in facefucking a lesbian girl, but after a while her inexperience gets old. I grasp her by her hair, pull her up, and kiss her roughly on the mouth. I force her back on all fours and quickly roll up her skirt. She's wearing stay-ups with the chastity belt. Good girl. I give her a slap on her ass before pausing for a moment to feel her reaction. She's tense and conflicted, but doesn't resist. She wants to be fucked.

I take the butt plug out of her ass, kneel behind her, lube my cock, and push it into her. She moans, her face to the floor. I push deeper, and start to fuck her ass slowly. It's heavenly, clean and tight on my cock. I can feel the frustrated desire in her body. Her hand is on the surface of the chastity belt, but its useless, of course.

Recovering from the initial madness of just being able to fuck her, I reach to touch her breasts as I thrust deep into her ass. She whimpers, the piercings still sore on her nipples. I run my hands along her body, finally coming to the chastity belt.

"Your girlfriend keeps you locked up," I taunt her.

"Yes," she whispers, deep in her submission.

"You want to cum", I state.

"Yes..."

"I can't help you", I lie, and fuck her harder, starting to cum. With one final thrust, I pish my cum deep into her ass. I take a moment to steady myself, and withdraw. I push the butt plug back in place to hold my cum in. It almost feels as if I'm breeding her.

Rachel is breathing heavily, trying to come down from her frustration and desire. I help her up from the floor, and she takes a moment to straighten her skirt before looking at me uncertainly.

"Please don't tell anyone about this", she says.

"I won't, I promise", I say.

I knew Rachel would be on her knees in front of me again on Monday to earn more points, and I could play with her over the weekend as Zoe, making her do humiliating things over Skype. I invented punishments, reducing her point total when she didn't comply immediately.

Meanwhile, it was time to move to Zoe. She would come back into town on Sunday.

I had corresponded with her a lot in recent days, and it had been illuminating. My sense that Zoe was a reluctant domme was correct. In fact, she had deeply submissive fantasies, of being forced to have sex with men, having her sexuality controlled. She had shared these before with Rachel, but had always been forced into the dominant role. In my role as Rachel, I understood her needs and made a proposal. Zoe would go home on Sunday, and prepare herself. She would leave her door unlocked. Rachel would pretend to be a strange man who came in and fucked her. Zoe loved the idea. We made a date.

Sunday night saw me at the door of Zoe's apartment, wondering whether she had caught on and I would spend the next few years in prison. I tried the door, and it opened. Zoe had a nice little two-room apartment, decorated sparsely. I turned on the lights and moved to her bedroom.

Zoe was on her bed, on all fours. She was blindfolded, gagged and had earphones on. I knew she was listening to classical music, Dvorak probably. I took a moment to admire her body. She was wearing black lace underwear, bra and panties. She was pale and sleek, sporty and beautiful. Her breasts were surprisingly big for her frame. She had left bondage equipment on the bed. There were leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, waiting to be closed.

I placed my hand on her bare back. She started, but remained in place. I could feel her surprise and excitement at the fact that she wasn't alone. I quickly closed the cuffs, immobilizing her. It's a shame I can't fuck her mouth, but then she would know it was a real cock and not a dildo entering her.

I knelt on the bed, behind her, and pushed mny hand into her panties. She shifted a little to give me better access. She was wet, incredibly wet. I opened her bra and fondled her breasts roughly, and then ripped off her panties, destroying them. They looked expensive, and she protested trough the gag, so I had to slap her on the ass, and then on her breasts. She quieted down. I resumed my place behind her and entered her cunt, one thrust, deep and hard. I knew from our emails that ordinarily she didn't like to be penetrated, but now was a special circumstance. She was playing a rape fantasy with Rachel, after all. She was tight, and I could feel I gave her both pleasure and pain as I started to fuck her. I was the first man to ever do so. The thought made me harder.

I grabbed her breasts again, and fucked her hard and fast, thrusting quickly and forcefully. I didn't last long, but just before I came, I pulled out and made sure to catch my cum in a Kleenex. I didn't want her to know what happened.

I laid my hand on Zoe's ass, and realized that she tried to thrust against it. I had been so focused on my own pleasure that I completely missed Zoe's desire to cum. I probably pulled out just in time to avoid giving her an orgasm. I took a chastity belt out of my bag, and quickly locked it over Zoe's hips and between her legs. I pulled my pants back up, and as she struggled uncertainly in her bondage, I opened one of her wrist cuffs, and left the apartment before she could take off her blindfold.

On Monday morning, I had two things waiting for me. Rachel, on her knees in my office, trying to earn more points, and a long email from Zoe (to Rachel, of course), in which she unburdened her heart about sex and her particular kinks. She had been shocked by the chastity belt, but now felt excited and safe, and wanted to know if we could meet, or if I was going to continue the game in some way.

Cumming into Rachel's mouth, I decided that I could get used to this.

I sent Zoe a message telling her to be ready for me Wednesday night, the same as last time. And I sent Rachel a message giving her the same instructions, but a half an hour later.

When I entered Zoe's apartment again, I found her on her bed, shivering with excitement. This time, she had closed all but one of the cuffs herself. She had a bra, but no panties, thanks to the chastity belt. I took a couple of photos of her before uncuffing her ankles and then cuffing her wrists behind her back. She was confused, but followed my lead. She was wearing black high heels, probably just for effect because she didn't expect to leave the bed during our play. Instead, I helped her stand, put a long coat over her shoulders, and walked her out of the apartment, down on the elevator, and into my car, parked in a hall under her building. We didn't see anyone on the way, a relief. I dumped her into my trunk and started for Rachel's apartment.

It was slightly more difficult, because I had to park in front of the door of her apartment complex, but with good timing, I was able to hustle Zoe in without being seen. Soon we were at Rachel's door. It was open, just as I had instructed. We entered. Rachel's style was quite different from Zoe's. She was warmer, and certainly geekier. It's also smaller. What I took to be her bedroom is actually her only room, but at least the bed is big and there's some space to move around.

Rachel is kneeling on her bed on all fours, just as Zoe had been. She looks gorgeous just in her bra and chastity belt, gagged and blindfolded. She doesn't have earphones, so she knows we came in. Her body tenses, but she doesn't move. I walk Zoe to the bed and push her down, so she's lying there face down. I move behind Rachel, and caress her body. She shivers. I touch the surface of her chastity belt. She's leaking wetness from underneath.

I pull Rachel up by her hair so she's kneeling and not on all fours. I force Zoe up so she's in the same position, facing her girlfriend. I take the ball gag out of Zoe's mouth, drool falling onto her breasts and bra. Rachel has a bit gag, and I take it off too. They both stretch their jaws. I take both by the hair, and push their faces together, forcing them to kiss. They find each other's mouths, and start to kiss eagerly, hungrily, lovingly. I keep them in place with my hands on their necks.

After a while the kiss breaks off. They begin to understand that there's something weird going on.

Before either of them has a chance to speak, I tighten my grip on their throats and say quietly but forcefully: "You're both my slave sluts. You have been for some time. This is the only time I will give you a choice. I can leave, and this will never have happened." Suddenly I let go of them, and moved my hands to their asses, caressing the surface of the chastity belt. "Or I can stay."

It's Saturday night at the office, and only those who got an invitation from me are there. The men and women present are dressed as if for a coctail party. Rachel is by my side, in a tight, short dress, stay ups and high heels. She smiles uncertainly as I put my hand around her shoulders casually, groping her breasts like I owned them. Which I do.

"Welcome, everybody", I say to the assembled crowd. "We're going to have fun tonight, so I hope everybody is ready."

I turn to Rachel. "Darling, I'm afraid the evening festivities are going to be at your expense." Moving my focus back to the crowd, I continue: "Fuck her, use her, do what you like. But remember, she's not allowed to cum."

Half an hour later, Rachel is on her knees, face covered in cum, dressed only in her high heels, stay ups and glasses. Someone's clipped an employee ID card into her left nipple ring, with the name "FUCKSLUT". My boss his fucking her face, encouraged by his wife, a beautiful Chinese girl one third his age. Her name is Laura Wong. She's dressed much the same way Rachel was at the beginning of the party, and she clearly likes seeing his husband humiliate another girl. I take a photo of them and send it to Zoe. She replies immediately: "I'll join you in 20 min if I get 10 points."

"Five", I reply.

I admire Zoe's initiative. She feels jealous and humiliated, but she won't let that stand in her way. Neither of them has been able to cum since they became mine.

Zoe always makes a great entree. She looks stylish and proud, so I have to make her suck my cock before the assembled guests realize they can fuck her too. Soon she's lost her shirt and bra, licking cum of Rachel's face while the boss's wife, Laura, plays with both of them. She makes them kiss and swallow cum, and she whispers in Rachel's ear as she touches her clit.

I realize what's happening too late. She wants to make Rachel cum while her husband fucks Zoe. My boss penetrates Zoe's pussy from behind, Rachel looks jealous and excited, on all fours, her face almost touching that of Zoe, and she starts to cum and cry at the same time.

I rush over, take Laura by her black hair, and pull her off to the floor. Rachel is saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", but for the moment I ignore her. My boss looks on in surprise, still fucking Zoe. I take Laura's face in my hands and say: "You knew the rules. There's a punishment for breaking them."

I drag her to my bag, and quickly undress her, pulling off her panties and bra. She's wet and excited, sobbing and protesting. I lock her in a chastity belt, cuff her hands behind her back and put on a blindfold. I whisper: "You'll suck every cock."

"Hey wait a minute", my boss says, still fucking Zoe.

"Sorry boss", I say. "How about this: Rachel will come to your office and suck you off every Tuesday morning. I give your wife a little discipline by controlling her orgasms. I'm sure we'll both benefit."

"Oh, okay..." he says, starting to cum inside Zoe.

Rachel crawls over to us on all fours. She takes Laura by her hair, and guides my cock into her mouth. She smiles as I begin to fuck Laura.