The Knights of Saint Jillian.....Part Two

	It was just after one when he woke me up and cut away
the plastic film that had imprisoned my body for the
last three hours. Since I wasn't hungry, we went up
and showered, dressed and went out. We bought the
computer, then Jack humoured me by spending two hours
at a building supply store, looking at kitchen
cupboards.  I was going to spend that ten thousand
dollars remodelling the kitchen. We went to a nice
restaurant and had a romantic dinner. It was always
required of me to raise my skirt and sit with my naked
ass directly on the seat of the chair. I was so turned
on by the time we finished eating, I was oozing.  When
 we got up to leave, I dropped my napkin on the seat
to hide the puddle I knew would be there. Jack noticed
it and picked it up again, discretely wiping the seat
dry as he did so.  I whispered a thank you as I took
his arm and followed him out the door. Before we drove
home, I had to put paper towels on the seat of the
van, so I wouldn't get it wet after I pulled the skirt
of my dress up around my waist. When we got home we
went straight to bed and made passionate love for
several hours, until exhausted, we fell asleep.

	Thursday was a "normal" day. That is Jack went off to
work in the morning after ejaculating into my mouth as
I knelt naked on the back porch. Most couples part
company with a good bye kiss. We part company, at
least in the mornings, with a good bye blow job. The
last part of his body that my lips touched was his
penis. After I did my daily routine, I used up most of
the day assembling the computer. You see we didn't
just buy a computer package from a retail outlet.
Being both computer scientists, we purchased
individual components, and I put them together to make
up the computer system. I managed to get all the
software loaded and tested by the time I had to stop
and make dinner. It wasn't until I started preparing
dinner that I began to get aroused again. Surprisingly
I had gone through most of the day, except for the
time it took me to do my exercises, without needing to
orgasm. However I was lubricating so much that it was
running down my leg, as I kowtowed, on the grass
beside the driveway, waiting for my master to come
home. As usual I positioned myself so the first thing
he saw was my vagina exposed between my wide spread
legs.  He took me, from the rear, roughly, as I like
it when I get this horny, even before he said hello. 
On his command I followed him inside on my hands and
knees. Except for when ordered otherwise, like on our
walk, or laying in bed, I would be on my knees until
he left for work again tomorrow morning. Later when I
saw my reflection in the chrome finish of the tea
kettle, I noticed the grass stains on my forehead and
left cheek.

	All during dinner, as I knelt beside him and he hand
fed me, he filled me in on the computer problem that
was to occupy my time for the next little while.  We
carried on the conversation  as we walked over our
fields. We only stopped talking when we started to
make love in one of our favourite spots. At the top of
a small knoll in the middle of a field full of wild
flowers and surrounded by forest. The sky was a
blazing orange from the sunset, and we lay there for
over an hour after, silently holding each other as the
spectacular  cloud show played out across the sky
overhead. It was starting to get dark as we arrived
back home still in the after glow. I spent the
remainder of the evening kneeling naked and helpless
within easy reach of his hands, as he sat in his
recliner and watched TV. My arousal continued building
all evening until I was actually whimpering
constantly, as a dog does when it needs to go outside
and is ignored my its master. I am forbidden to speak
unless spoken to, while Jack watches television.
Whimpering is not considered speech, and as long as it
doesn't distract him from his programs then It's
allowed.

	"You sound like a bitch in heat," Jack laughed during
a commercial break. I hadn't been given permission to
speak so I made a "Woof, woof" sound. He reached in
the pouch on the side of the chair and pulled out a
penis shaped vibrator, which he held up for me to see.
 "Is this what you want girl? Is it?" He teased me as
one might tease a dog. Again I answered with an
enthusiastic "Woof, woof, woof" nodding my head and
purposely causing my breasts to jiggle seductively.
"Good girl, here girl, fetch it, go get it girl," he
urged as he sent the vibrator  skidding across the
carpet into the furthest corner of the room. It was
difficult walking on my knees with my hands fastened
behind my back, and it made a great show for Jack as I
waddled the distance to retrieve it and then back to
deliver it to him. By the time I got back the
commercial break was over and my master was back into
his program. I waited as patiently as I could. The
vibrator in my mouth made an effective gag and my
whimpering was barely audible. I was so frustrated I
was actually shedding tears by the time he turned his
attention back to me. I dropped the vibrator in his
lap, making sure I brushed my face against the bulge
in his pants. He signalled for me to turn around and
kowtow. When I was in position he drove the already
humming devise all the way into me in one push. "Enjoy
yourself, girl," he said patting my ass, "but keep the
noise down." I clamped my jaw shut to keep from
disturbing him as each orgasm hit. For the next hour
and a half, I came almost continuously. Just as I was
about to pass out from exhaustion, Jack pulled the
vibrator out of me.

	"Time for bed, girl, come on." He said as he got up
turned off the TV and the lights and left the room. It
was almost impossible for me to climb the stairs, on
my knees with my hands fastened behind my back. By the
time I made it into the bedroom I had only enough
strength to crawl to the bed and lay my chest on the
mattress, with my knees still on the floor. By this
time Jack had finished in the bathroom. He knelt
behind me and took me roughly in both holes. In spite
of the exhaustion, the pain and the humiliation from
the way I had been treated drove me to an explosive
orgasm. I was totally drained, and since I didn't have
enough energy to get up and get into bed, I was left
like that. I fell asleep in only a few minutes of
crying bitter tears.

	I woke up disoriented very early the next morning. I
was in bed and my hands were free. The only
explanation I could think of was that Jack must have
put me to bed sometime after I fell asleep. I didn't
have time to consider the point too much as my bladder
was making itself felt. I got out of bed as quietly as
possible so as not to wake Jack, and hurried to the
toilet. I sat for quite a while thinking about what
had happened last night. Had I cried myself to sleep,
too exhausted to drag my body all the way into bed, or
had I only dreamed it? Did Jack really make me crawl
all the way up the stairs on my knees with my hands
fastened behind my back? Did Jack really take me
brutally as I knelt resting my body on the bed,
totally worn out? Yes!  I'm certain of it, because I
know I didn't dream the orgasm that resulted from the
harsh treatment. It struck me then that I was
changing. Not only did I get off on pain and
humiliation, but I seem to actually be craving it now.
I was actually looking forward to being punished, and
humiliated, and even maltreated, because it all added
to the intensity of my orgasms. I didn't at the time
understand whether this was a change for the good or
not. I did realize  as I sat there in the early
morning twilight, that all it would have taken last
night  was one word from me, and Jack would have come
to my assistance. He would have carried me up stairs,
if only I had asked him to. What happened last night,
happened because I wanted it to happen. I wanted it to
happen because being treated like that turned me on.
Why, I was getting aroused just thinking about it
again. I crawled back to bed on my hands and knees.
Even though Jack would never have known about it if I
had walked, and for that matter, the always on my
knees rule only applied while I was in the same room
with my master. I crawled, because it even turned me
on when I humiliated myself in private.  I decided
that at the first opportunity, I would discuss my
feelings with Jack. He should know the truth about how
aroused I got by being treated this way, in case he
wished to make use of it for his pleasure. I felt a
lot better about my situation having made that
decision, and quickly fell asleep again.

	Friday was my first day back on the job, so to speak.
I had a computer problem to solve, and I would be
getting paid for it.  After I had given my master his
good bye blow job, kneeling naked out on the back
porch, while he stimulated my clitoris with the whip
wrapping around my back side. I remained in the kowtow
position as I slowly came down from my orgasm, until
after the sound of the van had faded down the
driveway, then I crawled into the house and started to
work.. The solution was simple, and by the time Jack
came home that evening I had everything finished. The
company wanted to correct a problem caused by the
international date line. If one of their North
American customers travelled to another continent, say
to Japan, and made a cash withdrawal, say on the third
of the month. It would still be the second of the
month back at home. The date of the transaction was
taken as being the third, so the company was losing a
day's interest. For each individual this was only a
matter of  some small change, but the company decided
that there were enough of these transactions happening
every day for the sum to add up to something
worthwhile. This in itself is a simple enough task,
and any programmer can make the changes in a couple of
hours. If they knew the program. The problem was that
they only thought they knew the program.  I realized
from reading the documentation that the program was
written way back in the eighties. There was nothing in
the documentation to show what changes had been made
to correct the "Y2K" problem. It was obvious to me
that their documentation was obsolete. They were
trying to use variables that were no longer
applicable. After I telephoned the original software
company, I was able to down load the latest version of
the documentation from the internet, and in a few
hours I had solved the problem, written and tested the
patches necessary to make the change to the main
program, and even updated the documentation. I burned
all the data into CD ROMs, and it was waiting for Jack
when he got home.

	Jack must have been thinking about me waiting naked
and kowtowing out by the drive way as he drove home,
because as was becoming his norm, the first thing he
did, even before saying hello was to take me from the
rear, in both holes. He admitted to me during dinner
that he missed having me with him for the drive home.
Also during dinner I explained my solution to the
computer problem. We had a good laugh about the
oversight on the part of his people. He told me how
proud he was of me, and I basked in his admiration.

	"Well I'm not just another pretty face, you know," I
teased.

	"Oh I know that," he answered. "You've also got great
boobs, knockout legs, and a fantastic ass," he teased
back. "Not to mention, one hell of a brain," he added
almost as an after thought. "The money will be in the
bank account by the end of business on Monday. I
suppose you'll want to go and order the new kitchen
cupboards tomorrow."

	"Oh yes master. Thank you master, if I could have a
couple of hours of your time tonight to finalize the
plan for the new kitchen."

	"Sure, let me know when you're ready for me then." He
said after kissing me, then leaving the kitchen, so I
could clean up. Clean up went very quickly, and the
design was finalized easily as Jack agreed with most
of my suggestions. The kitchen project  kept me busy
for six weeks. Every Tuesday was spent in bondage,
with Jack controlling my pain and pleasure by remote
control from his computer at work. Nothing had changed
in the set up, except that my gag included a tube that
I could use to suck water from a two litre bottle kept
on ice in a cooler. We found through experimenting
that the cooler had to be kept below the level of my
head, or the water would keep siphoning out until the
bottle was empty, flooding my mouth and overwhelming
my ability to swallow it all.  If it was too low
however, it took too much effort to raise the water to
my mouth. The water tube helped somewhat, but we found
that when I was really excited I forgot all about
drinking. Jack eventually had to resort to phoning
home. I couldn't answer it of course, but the ringing
phone on the floor below my head reminded me to drink.


	We were admiring the new kitchen, after Jack came
home from work on the Friday of the sixth week. I had
spent the day replacing all the dishes and things in
the new cupboards. The workmen had finished installing
them yesterday. It felt strange to be wearing clothes
while at home, but Jack had permitted it while strange
men were in the house. Actually he insisted on it, and
surprised me that morning by locking a chastity belt
on me. I teased him about my hands and mouth still
being available, and he said that part would be up to
my discretion, but I could expect to feel the kiss of
the whip if I gave sexual pleasure to strange men. It
was almost like giving me permission, because he knew
that I would orgasm very hard while he was whipping
me. I wondered if he hadn't set something up with the
men before hand. All through the day I kept expecting
something to happen. The three men of the renovation
crew were perfect gentlemen, and there wasn't even the
slightest hint of any impropriety. I was very aroused
by the time they left, but I couldn't decide if it was
out of relief, or disappointment. That was the strange
thing about my condition, even disappointment led to
arousal. Any time I was hurt, physically or
emotionally, I got horny.

	Just before we started dinner, our first in the new
dining area, Jack asked me to set a second place at
the table. For the first time in years, I ate dinner
at home sitting at our table. All through dinner Jack
kept complementing me on my good work. He kept picking
out details and commenting on them. I basked in his
admiration. "You went a little bit over budget," he
said, "but it was worth every penny." We went over
budget, because he decided that we should have all new
appliances and a new dinette set. It turned out we
were about three thousand dollars over budget.

	"Perhaps if you had some more computer work for me to
do, I could pay off the extra."

	"Oh don't worry about it, sweetheart. You've more
than paid it off already."

	"What do you mean," I laughed. "How have I already
paid it off?"

	"Well it's a long story, but bear with me, because
it's important. Now don't interrupt until I've
finished. It all started two weeks ago on Tuesday. I
had a very busy morning, and I didn't have too much
time to see to your torture. I was off the computer
for so long that the screen saver came on and your
picture disappeared. I forgot all about it while I had
a meeting with Vanessa Logan, in my office, about some
changes she wants in some of the terminals in her
department. During the course of the meeting she was
standing on my side of the desk, showing me something
in a catalogue, when she knocked the mouse on the
floor. 

	"She automatically squatted down to pick it up, and
when she raised her head she was looking right between
your out spread legs. The first thing she said was how
sexy you looked, then she kidded me about visiting
porn sights on the internet on company time. I
explained who you were and  why you were there. She
wanted to see a demonstration. Vanessa went down to
her knees when  I gave you an inside jolt and the jet
of urine came out. When she asked if she could work
the controls, I let her. Before long she got really
turned on. Right there in my office, she pulled her
skirt up around her waist and rolled her pantihose
down to her knees. She doesn't wear panties under them
by the way. With one hand she worked the mouse, and
with the other hand she worked her clitoris. She
pleaded with me to open her blouse, undo her front
closing bra, and to play with her nipples. She came
very hard in less than five minutes. Now don't
interrupt, wait until I've finished. Close your mouth
you look silly with your chin in your plate.

	"Now where was I? Oh yea, well there wasn't much more
to discuss so our meeting ended right after she made
herself presentable. She thanked me and left the
office. She came back to my office right after lunch,
and offered to give me a blow job if I gave her access
to your controls for half an hour in the privacy of
her office.  Well Vanessa is one hot babe, not as much
of a goddess as you are, but still very desirable. I
figured it wouldn't matter to you who was clicking the
mouse, as long as you got off on it, so I took her up
on her offer. Gees, there you go again, close your
mouth for heaven's sake.  Any way, she came back after
coffee break, and thanked me again. Then she gave me
an idea. She said she bet a lot of people would gladly
pay a lot of money to get hold of your controls for a
few minutes. She went on to suggest that I set it up
on the internet. People could pay with a credit card
and the money would go right into our bank account. 

	"To make a long story short and leave out the boring
bits, I did think about it. I worked out a way to do
it safely. Vanessa made all the  financial
arrangements. That's her department, so nobody in
admin had to know what I was doing. I decided to give
each person ten minutes of access, but only one minute
of actual control. That is, they got to watch you
writhing under other people's torture for five
minutes, while they read the instructions and
understood the controls, then it would be their turn
for one minute, then they could watch you for four
more minutes, before they were cut off. One new person
would sign on each minute and one old person would be
cut off each minute. There would only be ten people
watching you at any given time, and only one person
would have control. Between nine o'clock in the
morning and six o'clock in the afternoon there is room
for five hundred and ninety people.

	"I ran an ad on an established bondage site. It only
cost me two hundred and fifty dollars. I used a thirty
second video loop of you, and explained the situation.
If anybody was interested, they followed a link to
another web site, where they could sign on for the
service, and give their credit card number. After
their credit was checked, they could select any
available time slot. Once they clicked on a time slot,
twenty-five dollars went into our bank account  The ad
first appeared on Thursday, and by Monday night more
than half of the time slots were taken. More people
signed on Tuesday during the day. The word got around
by email, and some people even came back  for more
than one go. By one-thirty you were completely sold
out for the rest of the day. In all sixty-eight
percent of the time slots were sold. You earned just
under nine thousand dollars, doing what you enjoy
doing most. I put the reservation chart for next
Tuesday up on the net on Wednesday morning, It was
completely sold out by Thursday noon. You've earned
thirteen thousand dollars for your next performance on
Tuesday. That's after the service charge for  the
credit card company was deducted. OK you can talk now"

	I didn't know what to say! I felt hurt that he would
display me publicly, but it excited me too. I was
amazed that people would pay twenty-five dollars just
to give me pain or control the vibrator for one
minute. Jack had said that Vanessa had been turned on
by watching me. I wondered how many of the people were
women. I wasn't the least bit upset by the fact that
he'd played with her breasts or that she had given him
a oral sex. I accepted the fact that as my master he
was free to get his pleasure where ever he could. I
found it ironic that I earned twenty-two thousand
dollars with my body, but had only earned ten thousand
for using my brain. Before I could think of anything
to say he continued.

	"You don't have to worry. I've limited the controls.
First of all, only one control will work at a time.
You will only feel one jolt at a time, and I've built
in a two second delay so you won't be jolted more than
thirty times per minute. They won't be able to give
you a jolt while they're adjusting the speed of the
vibrator. I've set the max jolt at three, I've given
you jolts as high as five. You won't need to worry
about being recognized on the street. On the screen
your face is only as big as the fingernail on your
pinky, and it's not well lit."

	"How long will it be before images of me are on every
porn site on the internet?"

	"Trust me. That's not going to happen. I've written
the software for my own viewer, It'll be down loaded
into their computers without them knowing it. It won't
allow them to copy an image or to save it. Even if
they did, the file format is only recognized by my
software. The software is overwritten by random
garbage, just before they're disconnected. The
software is only stored in RAM, so if the computer is
turned off before it's blurred out, it will be lost
when the computer is turned off. As an added safety,
just in case they disconnect from the net before it's
overwritten, the software needs a new pass code every
minute to keep running. That pass code can only come
from my computer."

	"But is it legal? I'm not going to be arrested or
anything am I?"

	"Well I've talked to a lawyer. Since people have to
register and pay to get access to your image, it can
be argued that it's a private club, and not a public
performance. It will also be difficult to prove
jurisdiction. Unless the police actually locate you
physically while you're doing your thing, they can't
charge you in any one jurisdiction. The other thing is
volume. There is so much outright illegal stuff to go
after that they're not going to bother with us, as
long as it's clear you're not being forced into doing
this." So that was it, we talked some more but it was
only about little things. Every Tuesday before Jack
left for work, I was bound in some revealing bondage,
hooked up to the computer and turned over to faceless
persons to play with. Since Jack left for work at just
before seven, he decided that I didn't need to spend
the first two hours just laying there, so after a
couple of weeks he made me available from seven
o'clock.  This increased my earnings by almost three
thousand after fees. In between I kept myself busy
renovating the rest of the house, but I couldn't spend
the money fast enough and it started to pile up.

	It wasn't too long before people started to email,
wanting more access time. Some wanted a second day in
the week. Others asked if it was possible to just log
in and watch. Jack actually discussed it with me and
we both felt that a second day would be too much. He
said it wouldn't be difficult to set it up so that
people could just log on and watch, but he'd have to
buy his own servers and set up our own web site. I was
shocked to learn that the web site was currently part
of his company's site and he was actually using some
older and unused servers at work. He spent about
thirty thousand and set up at the farm. We signed on
with a wireless provider, so that there wouldn't be a
physical link to our farm. The provider only knew us
by my maiden name, and a post office box number. With
his lawyer friend, Jack set everything up as a series
of limited numbered companies. This split the earnings
for income tax purposes and made it harder to trace
the operation back to us. It took several months to
set all this up, and by then everything was saturated
again. We couldn't meet the demand.  People were
gladly paying a dollar a minute, with a fifteen dollar
minimum, just to watch me writhe and jerk and orgasm
at other people's whims. By now others tried to copy
what Jack was doing. Jack developed all the software
that  operated the site himself. He was way ahead of
his time, and only our site could offer real time
control. It took years before the competition caught
up to him and other sites started opening up. 

	Because of all the demand, Jack decided to add a
second day. Without any discussion, I was now on
display every Tuesday and Thursday.  Shortly after
that it was Tuesday and Thursday one week, and Monday,
Wednesday, and Friday the next. By this time, the
fluid problem was solved, Vanessa's twin sister,
Georgina, was a registered nurse and a dietician.
Vanessa had introduced her to the site and to Jack,
and she suggested that a fine tube could be inserted
through my nose, right down into my stomach. Then a
solution containing different nutrients could be
continuously dripped directly into my stomach. I
wouldn't even be aware of it and it would be
automatic, so I wouldn't have to think about it. This
really helped a lot, the added nutrients helped keep
my strength up, and I think that some stimulants, like
caffeine were added, because I didn't fall asleep
after some of the really big orgasms like I used to
do.

	I was getting fan mail. Jack had used my real first
name and people, not only men, started to send me
email. At first Jack kept this fact hidden, but then
he started to show me selected ones. He deleted the
ones from whom he referred to as weirdos, before I had
a chance to read them. Jack also set up a chat room on
the site, and people could chat together while
watching me. Jack didn't charge for the chat room, but
a person had to be registered and be a paying customer
to even get access to the chat. The chat was more
active on the days when I wasn't on display, and I was
allowed to lurk and read the messages. Jack was right.
There really were some weirdos out there. They
suggested all kinds of sick things that  they wanted
to see Jack do to me, even offering to pay more money.

	One day the conversation in the chat room, turned to
what I did when I wasn't on display. The most popular
opinion was that I was kept in a cage. There was a
strong suggestion that it might be interesting to
watch me as I slept, ate, and what ever else I did,
when I wasn't working as they put it. Jack liked this
idea, and decided that it would be a special occasion
for the next holiday long weekend.

	To be honest, all this excited me. According to
Jack's records I had already gained a loyal following
of almost three thousand people, all of whom spent at
least fifteen dollars a week. This was besides the
thousands who only signed in on an irregular basis. I
even knew the names of several people, not only men,
who signed in everyday to chat, and controlled me
everyday I was available, for at least one session. I
felt like a celebrity. I, or rather we, were making a
lot of money. I had a fan club. On my days off, I
could relax and just lounge around.  We got into the
habit of going out for dinner and dancing or a show
every Saturday. It never occurred to me that someone
else was doing the housework. Jack always brought
dinner home with him, even on the days when I wasn't
"working". I didn't get any breakfast on the day when
I "worked", and it was ready when I got up on the days
when I didn't. I knelt naked as Jack hand fed me, and
we talked. I realize now that he did most of the
talking and I only answered. Yes master. No master.
Thank you master. After breakfast, it was oral sex out
on the back porch, as he brought me to orgasm with the
whip kissing my clitoris as it wrapped up around my
ass, I spent the rest of the day relaxing and reading,
until it was time to do my exercises, have my daily
bowel movement, freshen up and go kowtow by the
driveway and wait for him.  He always took me first
thing, then I would follow him on my hands and knees
into the house. After dinner, we'd go for a long walk.
If the weather was good, we wouldn't return until
almost dark. Jack spent the rest of the evening
watching television, and caressing my available body
until it was time for bed. 

	On the days when I "worked", I was allowed to sleep
until after Jack had his breakfast. I wasn't fed
before I was put into bondage. It was safer on an
empty stomach. I wasn't allowed to have my morning pee
either. Right from the bed I was taken down to the
basement, where I gave Jack his good-bye blow job, as
he brought me to orgasm with the whip. I was then put
into bondage, hooked up to the computer, and left to
the kindness of strangers. Jack would release me as
soon as he got home. I was allowed an hour to have my
bowl movement, and then rest in a warm bubble bath.
When I crawled on my hands and knees into the kitchen
exactly an hour later, dinner was served. From then on
the rest of the evening was like every weekday. 

	We slept in late on Saturdays, and I would stay in
bed until I was called. After brunch, there was
exercises, we'd shower, dress and go to town. We'd
stay for the evening's entertainment, returning home
quite late. Sunday was pretty much a copy of Saturday,
except, in warm weather we'd walk out over our fields.
Jack would watch some sports on TV as I knelt at his
side. After dinner, which I didn't prepare or clean up
after, we'd watch Television in the usual way. Still
to this day, I don't remember seeing anybody do the
housework. If Jack wasn't doing it then whoever was
kept out of my sight.

	As I look back on it, I'm surprised at how easily, I
stopped thinking about important things. Not only
about who was cleaning the house, or cooking the
meals, but things like what was happening to all the
money, and current events in the news. We never had
too many visitors to begin with, but at some time even
they stopped coming. None of these things ever entered
my mind. 

	On my off days, I spent my mornings reading trashy
novels that Jack got for me, and remembering the
intense feeling of the day before. The afternoon was
spent in anticipation of sex with my master after he
got home, and anticipation of the intense feeling
tomorrow. On my "working" days, I thought about
nothing! I was all feelings and nerve endings, and
orgasms. Once the jerking, and the screaming, and the
pain and humiliation started, different parts of my
body faded from my memory, until I was only breasts
and cunt and clitoris. Eventually, even the breasts
and cunt faded and I was only a clitoris coming, and
coming, and coming.