When I got home, after a long working day, the first thing that caught my attention was a letter on the floor next to the door, and not in its true habitat, the mailbox, where those things are supposed to be. It had no name, adress or stamps, only a phone number. I sat on the couch a read its content, a sheet of paper with a text written in Times New Roman, or something similar.

I've seen you. I know what you are doing. Don't ask me how, I won't answer.

Please, don't misunderstand me. I'm not blackmailing you. I'm not going to be predujicial to you in any way. At the contrary, I'm sending you an anonymous letter for self-protection, because I don't want you to harm me.

My point here is that we share an interest. We can help each other. You have my number. Please, text me. No strings attached.

That was worrying. That person seemed nice, but how could I know. He clearly knew me, but I was blind. His not blackmail could become an actual blackmail easily. He hadn't asked for anything more than a text, though. I could call the police, but so far there was no crime other than a letter that, in fact, could be just a joke, and I would be forced to reveal my secrets to them. Fearing the worst, I sent a text.

-What do you want, money?

-Go to the closest bus stop. A beggar will be there. I will be close. Watching. Tell him the same exact words I will tell you. He will give you an envelope.- He replied a few minutes later. It didn't seem so bad. I decided to go, out of curiosity.

Once in the bus stop I immediately saw the beggar a few metters from me. My phone buzzed. I almost laughed out loud when I saw the sentence I was supposed to say. Easy. I could do that.

-Help me, please. I am very horny.- The beggar laughed at my expense. From a pocket he produced a small envelope, not bigger than a box of matches. My phone buzzed again.

-It's a pen drive. It contains a file with a new configuration for your control program. You cannot edit it. The password changes every week. I've programmed the next fifty. I will text them to you one by one if you follow my instructions. Text me once you've loaded it. If you are not interested, please tell me. I'll destroy this phone and we won't talk again. If you want to play a bit but you get bored afterwards, tell me, please. Again, I'm not going to hurt you in any way. Hopefully, we will be able to meet in person some day. Nice to meet you. BossyAtt83.

I phoned Carol and showed her the conversation. At first she confirmed the suspicions I had had earlier. I replied that the interaction hadn't been dangerous so far. Then she proposed to check the pen drive just on curiosity, so we inserted it and read the file. The sequence followed a different logic: requisite; tease-Monday to Sunday 8.00, 30min, intensity 1/5 and Monday to Saturday 22.00, 30min, intensity 1/5; password; reward-Sunday 22.00, 10min, intensity 5/5. Meaning that the egg would tease me every day during an hour and if I wanted my release, on Sunday night, I had to do whatever Bossy wanted. There was an unespecified requisite that, I guessed, this person would tell me at some point.

-Well, it doesn't seem so bad.- Carol hesitated a moment.- Actually, looks like the kind of thing I should be doing already.- She clicked her tongue as if she were regretting something.- I guess it just depends on what is she going to ask.

-She?

-Or he. Who cares?

-So should we accept, Mistress? I'm not doing this without you.

-Of course you are not. You are my sexual toy.- She emphasized the word “my”. In a previous conversation we had decided that, indeed, the term “sexual toy” was applicable to our situation, so I had to agree with her. She connected the controller device to the laptop and accepted the new configuration. The sequence would need Bossy's passwords but the program needed Carol's, otherwise it wouldn't work. Besides she could delete the changes and go back to the older one.- Done. Text him.

-It's a male now?- I sent the text.- Now we wait.- Bossy didn't reply immediately, but about an hour later, after Carol had left.

-You must go to the shop were you bought the controller. That's where I got acquantied with this facet of your persona. There will be something for you. It's already paid.

Then he sent me the words I was supposed to say. A part of the mystery had been revealed. He, or she, had met me at the shop.

The next day I went to the shop. I was not in a hurry. The sequence started on Monday morning, and I had more than enough time, but I wanted to see this stranger's gift. Carol accompanied me. She wanted to be there during all the process, just in case. She didn't trust that stranger, and me neither, of course. I walked in the shop, a sex shop, while she waited in the car.

-Excuse me, ma'am, this horny slut humbly requests what her new owner left here.- Both the clerk and I blushed and failed in our attempt to suppress a smile. She gave me the plastic bag, that contained an envelope not bigger than a shoe box.

Once at home we opened the box. Inside there was a set of two pairs of light metal cuffs, each pair joined together by a cilinder of metal. From the cilinders two thick cables converged on another rounded metal piece, around two inches in diameter, with another longer cable that ended in a connector. We deduced that we had to connect the cable to the controller to activate de cuffs that probably I'd have to be wearing.

Carol created a new sequence to try them and, indeed, we could control the length of the cables, and the time the cuffs would be locked. A small light in the central piece and one more on each cilinder indicated that it was working fine.

-So, Bossy wants you to wear this while you are being teased every morning and night. This one must be the unespecified requisite.- She made a pause.- Are you sure you want to do this?

-No, but it's been easy so far.- She shrugged her shoulders.- Of course you know that you are my Mistress and I'm not doing anything without your permission and your help.

-You are an adult, you don't need my permission, dear.

-I want your blessing. If you are out, I'm out.

-Then you will have to follow both my rules and Bossy's altogether. Which might include..., ehem...- She pointed at her crotch.

-Are you sure you are not a lesbian?- I joked.

-Hey, you are the one eating pussy.- She laughed.- Just once a week, please, my dear toy?- I nodded.



That next week was incredibly annoying. I went to work horny as hell every day, and every night I went to bed even more horny. The first day I sat on the bed and cuffed my wrists and ankles in front because I didn't knew how long would be the cables. Once I saw that the programmed length was appropriate I started to use them at my back, along with the ball gag, earplugs, blindfold, hood and collar. No padlock needed. The cables were a bit shorter than the chain Carol had been using, but still bearable.

On the other hand, the Sunday night I enjoyed three awesome orgasms in just ten minutes. Not a fair reward for such amount of effort, but who was I to disagree with a stranger I had met through an anonymous letter. She had texted me the password barely ten minutes before, the jerk.

The next week he, or she, asked me to go to a specific dark alley, dressed in a sexy but not slutty outfit, cuff or bind my hands on my back, and tether my neck to a pipeline using a chain or rope, and a collar if I had one, which I did. I chose a short dress and hight heels. The chastity belt bulged a bit. I hoped that there wouldn't be cops around. Or any other person, in general.

-Excuse me, sir. Sir?- As Bossy had instructed I musted say that to the first stranger who passed by. Of course, Carol was just a block away in the car watching like a hound.- I'm sorry, sir. This stuppid slut has dropped the keys.- I had left them on the floor at my feet and Carol carried another copy. Could you help me, please, sir?- Surprisingly the guy didn't say anything. He just laughed at my predicament and opened my handcuffs. I wondered if he was Bossy. Or a friend, perhaps. I was so scared that I just unlocked the cuffs and chain and ran to the car, where my one true Mistress comforted me like only she could.

Along the next week she asked me several things like that one. Go to a pub and flirt with an specific person, show my chastity belt to an effusive octogenarian religious bigot, apply makeup and dress in a slutty fashion and walk by the streets at night, buy four inch high heels, suggesting to the clerk that I would pay with a blowjob but finally paying with money. That kind of things. The kind of things Carol and I had done or would do in our early twenties. Of course she was always there, protecting me.

I had to face a real dilemma when she, or he, sent me to a piercing and tattoo parlor. I liked the idea, and Carol was even more excited than I. We had been talking about that, but we had delayed the decission several times. My issue was the fact that I was doing it for a stranger and not for my sake, or my Mistress'. She gave me permission, anyways, so moving on.

I sat on the chair and I took off my jacket, shirt and bra. He applied alcohol on my nipples, punched the holes on the base, not the tip as I had guessed, and inserted the provisional studs. Everything was already paid. I had to admit that Bossy was quite generous.

Two weeks later, once my nipples had healed, we returned for the real deal. Two rounded steel concave shields that would cover my nipples completely, two U shaped bars ended in two tiny rings each and two barbells ended in two balls each, one of which had to be fitted rotating it as if it were a screw. The inside of those unscrewable balls were coated with an adherent material that would help keeping them at place.

Carol wanted to do it herself and I accepted without a doubt. She placed the shield over my nipple, then the tips of the U bar at both sides of the central part of the dome, and then the new barbell, screwing the other ball. A half an inch U of steel hung from my shielded left nipple. Then she did the same to the other nipple. The clerk did his best to conceal his erection.

Once in the car Carol tried to poke on my nipple, but the shield prevented it. She showed a disturbingly wide smile.

-You like them more than I, do you?

-Yes! I chose well.- Just after she had pronounced that sentence her eyes went wide, as if she had realized something.

-You chose well? What does that mean?

-Eh..., nothing.

-Nothing?

-Yes.

-Yes?

-Sure.

-Ok...- Weird.- Then start the engine and let's go.