Slave to her Phone.

[Shocker]

Teaser: Well Jessica wasn’t smiling now, and among the multitude of feelings inside her, feeling sorry for herself was among them. But there was also shock and denial. She always had heard those would occur consecutively, but right now both of them fought for dominance simultaneously. The reason for this very confused state was a message that filled her phone screen in its entirety...
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

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Title: Slave to her Phone
Author:Shocker
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A word of warning, actually it's going to be quite a few. This is the first time in quite some time that I publish a story, that isn't finished yet so I hope i will bring it to a conclusion but won't make any promises. If you came to this story looking for long passages of forced penetrative sex with the protagonist, this is your time to reconsider. Jessica will have sex, it won't be initiated by her and it will be coerced, but this is not the focus of this story. This story focuses on blackmail, dealing in discomfort and humilation more than sexual gratification. In other words Jessica's mind will get fucked without remorse. This story will likely be heavy on my own fetishes, so readers having read more than one of my stories, can make likely predictions on what will come up at one time or another.

Hoping that I haven't driven you entirely away, I hope you enjoy the story.
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Slave to her Phone

Chapter 1


Her Grandmother had frequently commented that she was a slave to her phone. Being slightly vexed on how constantly Jessica was fiddling with it, just to quickly check a message, or a tic toc video or a few minutes of social media scrolling. Jessica always just smiled and said she was sorry.

Well Jessica wasn’t smiling now, and among the multitude of feelings inside her, feeling sorry for herself was among them. But there was also shock and denial. She always had heard those would occur consecutively, but right now both of them fought for dominance simultaneously. The reason for this very confused state was a message that filled her phone screen in its entirety.

Dear Jessica,
I hope you don’t mind the familiarity of address. You don’t know me yet, but I feel like I know everything about you. Right now you are considering deleting this message, and go on with your life. Please believe me, that this would be entirely the wrong decision. I really liked those nudes you took with your phone, those titties look pert.

This had been the first gut punch. Nobody had ever seen those pictures. She just had felt a bit kinky one night, and wanted to see what the camera on her new phone could do. As an experiment to find out how the hidden folder worked, she had started taking ever more risqué pictures off herself. She kept on reading on.

The fact that you are reading this, tells me that I got your attention. You attracted mine a while ago, so I took the liberty of taking control of your phone. Said control includes all your saved pictures, passwords, contacts, calendar etc. Pretty much everything you put in there is mine now. I always thought the idea of somebody putting their whole life into a phone was hyperbole. You clearly proved me wrong. Is there any intimate fact of your 21-year-old life, that you have not entrusted to this little device. I must say the idea of keeping a journal and putting it into the cloud, seemed odd to me. But that was your choice, and oh my did it make for interesting reading. So it was Todd Marshall who took your virginity, despite you thought his cock was pretty small.

Jessica’s face had turned crimson, she had kept her journal almost religiously for the last 12 years, nothing had been taboo to be recorded. The thought that somebody had read it, felt like a violation.

Who do you think, would enjoy reading that very descriptive entry more if I mailed it to him? Little Todd or your Dad. It could be both, after all I have their contact data? Or if I spread those pictures of yours over your social media accounts. I think the ones with your legs really wide, would be a hit on Facebook. My eyes certainly spotted your face on it after a few minutes. At this point you might be wondering what I want.

The question had indeed risen in her mind, and she really dreaded the answer.

It’s going to be really simple, all I want is you. I’ll tell you what to do, and you will do it. If you break my rules, I will find a way of making you regret it. My previous suggestions, had been just some ideas how I can destroy a piece of your life. Your reputation, your future job prospects, social standing and connections. Your phone literally provided me with enough information to utterly ruin you. You know better than anybody else on what is on this phone, and how much you want the content spread around. I personally think, those pictures are great and should be seen by many, but that diary is a gold mine of pressure points. Here are the rules I have to insist on.
1) You will obey any command I’ll give you.
2) You will keep our relationship secret, because of course you will.
3) You will keep your phone, switched on, always charged and with you. So no difference from right now.
4) You will not try to exchange this phone or its settings, or get another one. All your communication will be restricted to this phone.
5) When you are at home, you will keep the phone propped up and pointing at yourself.

By the way I changed the PIN to your phone to 3825, as well as your ringtone. You should try both out.

You will hear soon from me.

The lack of signature was ominous in its own way. And the sender of the message had been her very own email account. She was sure this must be a hoax. A very elaborate one, but a hoax for sure. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if he made true on his threats.

Hoping beyond hope, that this was all a bad joke she went to the settings and checked the ringtone. The music that played, certainly wasn’t the one she had set. It was a kind of catchy tune, an older piece. She was sure she had heard it before but couldn’t recall the name. Almost automatically she clicked the app to identify music fragments. It came through Immediately. She never had heard about the Jeremy Days, but the title “Brand New Toy” was a message all in itself.

It should have been impossible to change this setting. The stranger had been right, as the phone never left her Possession. She closed the app and locked the phone, just to restart it. Her fingers automatically flying over the screen entering the year her Grandmother was born, which had been her PIN for a few months now. And was rejected. She tried again, thinking she must have mistyped it, yet the result remained unchanged. Had he really managed to change her PIN, that should have been completely impossible?
Her memory of numbers had always been excellent, he had written 3825, and she carefully entered the numbers, noticing every digit with great care.

FUCK, the PIN also was a message to her. She gathered her stuff and ran home. The phone clutched to her chest and eyes filled with tears.


End of chapter 1

[VictimEyes]

This really hit home.

- I think I need to go into my bedroom and change my panties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Shocker]

This really hit home.

- I think I need to go into my bedroom and change my panties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keep that in mind once i posted the next chapter. You’ll see why.

[Shocker]

@VictimEyes I have said it before but my truest rating is the wet panty index, if I achieve that I have written a satisfying story.

[Shocker]

I hadn't planned on posting this yet, but as I have already teased @VictimEyes , I don't want to be to cruel.
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Chapter 2


Jessica slammed the door shut behind herself, hoping the thin layer of wood would shut out a world that had gone crazy. She took a deep breath hoping Carla was already home. The quirky little Puerto Rican, with whom she shared the apartment could be a mess, but she longed for human company. But no this was Thursday afternoon, Carla would be at her job in the library.
“Welcome home Jessica.”
The voice was male and sounded British, and it took Jessica a moment to realize that there was nobody else in the room and the sound came from her phone. She had played around with the settings for Siri, and settled on a soft female American voice. This voice sounded clipped and authoritative, and foreign. Apparently the asshole had changed even more settings on her phone and now used it to communicate directly with her. Well she had nothing of that, she could ignore the phone all day long.

“Ah, I see you think you can give me the silent treatment.”
She remained silent.
“I personally think that is a splendid idea. You won’t say something irrevocably stupid when keeping your mouth shut. I’m sure there is a life lesson for you.”
Jessica decided this was all to provoke her into talking.
“Please go to your bedroom, and place all the underwear that you own onto the bed.”
“The fuck I will.” Jessica shouted.
“The fact that I used please, did not change the fact that this was an order. Do I take it that you refuse?”
“Damn right I am.” she raised her head and pushed out her chin.
The answer to that took almost a minute to arrive
“You are a foolish woman, I told you, that I insist on you obeying my orders. You believe me apparently incapable of enforcing them.”
“I sure as hell, don’t see any way you could enforce them. I’m calling your bluff.” Jessica’s rage about the situation got the better of her. How did this asshole dare to make demands of her. Those pictures might be highly embarrassing, but she could somehow survive them.
“Check your emails.”
Jessica clicked on her email app, but there was no new message.
“Nothing here, asshole” her voice dripped acid.
“Not your inbox, your sent items.”

Jessica’s blood froze. Frantically she clicked the icon, and saw a message from her account to Professor Franklin.

Dear Professor Franklin,
I’d like to inform you that I will drop out of your course for American literature. If I have to listen to you droning on about Whitman one more time, I might have to cut my own wrists.
Sincerely
Jessica Everson

“You bastard, I have not written this.”
“You know that, I know that, but do you think Professor Franklin would believe it. After all you didn’t much care for American Literature anyhow. It was just an easy A class.”
Which was true, everybody who could feign a liking to the poetry of Whitman, was a guaranteed A in Franklin’s class.
“I bet old Franklin wouldn’t let you back in if you went down on your knees and begged him, while sucking his cock.”
Before she could respond to this vile assertion, the voice continued. “Or scratch that. A blow job by you might soften him up a bit. But for the time being, let’s assume that your lectures will start an hour later from now on.”
“You can’t do this to me.” Jessica’s eyes and voice were filled with tears.
“And here I thought, I just had demonstrated that I can. Would you like to test me again?”
“No please don’t take me out of any more lectures. I need those grades to keep going.”
“So why are you still standing there, I have given you your orders? Underwear – Bed – Now!”
Jessica stood still almost as paralyzed.
“You don’t move on three, and you can start looking for a new flat mate.”
“What?”
“One”
Jessica’s mind was reeling, did the bastard threaten to cancel her friendship with Carla. That ought to take a lot more than an email.
“Two”
But did it really? They got along famously and enjoyed each other’s company, but the voice on the phone had not been bluffing before.

Almost against her better judgment, she felt her feet moving towards her room.
“I see, that you are making a good choice. Prop the phone up and put your underwear on the bed.”
Jessica sighed, put the phone in the stand on her night desk. Turning the lens towards the bed. She then opened the drawer containing her panties and bras. Gathering them and dropping them on the bed.
“Happy now?” Jessica snarled.
“No, I’m not happy. You will place each item individual on the bedspread, completely unfolded. If there are matching pairs, combine them. Present them nicely.”
Her face turned beet red as she began unfolding her panties, her mom used to call them the unmentionables. It was deeply embarrassing to show all of her most delicate underwear, right next to the utilitarian cotton ones.
When she was done she had arranged them in a neat grid of 4 by three with three bras sitting on top of their corresponding panties.
“I’m done, are you happy now?”
“Nothing in the laundry?”
“You seriously want me to display my dirty laundry as well?”
“Obviously, or I wouldn’t have asked.”
Jessica didn’t believe her ears, but Siri’s voice was capable of transmitting sarcasm.

She went to her hamper, and began rummaging in it, bringing forth four additional very crumpled panties. Which she put onto the bed as well.
“What now?”
“We are almost done. I want you to take your phone and take a picture of each item. Take care of presenting them nicely.”
“You must be fucking kidding me, who do you think you are that you can barge into my life like this. Not seeking my input at all.”

There was a second of silence, before the clipped voice spoke again.
“You are correct, how inconsiderate of me. In my email to Carla, what do you think will work better, calling her a stupid Spic, or a stinking wetback? After all you wanted to give your input.”
Jessica blanched, while she would never use expressions like that, she knew that either of those would cut like a knife into her friend.
“Please don’t do this.” she begged
“When will you learn, that I do not bluff? Start taking those pictures.”
Jessica grabbed the phone and began taking pictures of her underwear. Deleting and retaking those that didn’t come out good.
“You see, you can cooperate. You will just need to get into the habit of obeying me without those needless discussions. If I tell you to jump, I’ll expect you to ask if you need to jump higher, while already bouncing up and down. Oh, I like that lacy pair there, I’m sure that one is for evenings when somebody else is to take them off”
Jessica blushed again, he wasn’t far off, but she would be dammed if she allowed herself to be goaded.

Once she had taken 16 excellent pictures, undoubtedly for his masturbatory delight. She tried to gather them up again.
“Not so fast Jessica, there are still some missing.”
“No those are all, I promise.”
“Don’t be daft. I’m quite sure that you are wearing a bra underneath that blouse, and underwear under that skirt. On the bed with them right now.”
It hit her like a hammer, he was expecting her to divest herself of her last intimate apparel. Actually glad that she had worn a skirt today, so she slipped a pair of powder blue cotton panties down her legs and draped them on the bed. Before unbuttoning her blouse taking off the actually matching bra, placing it right on top of them. She hastily buttoned up the blouse again, the light material touching her bare breasts.
Before even being asked she took the pictures, noticing the sweat stains on the bra cups.
“Here something for you to wank on.” she spat.

“You are mistaken my dear. If I want to relieve myself it’s to the pictures of your naked body, certainly not your underwear.”
“Then why all of this?”
“They are for your web shop.”
“My what?”
“Your web shop. You see there will be quite a bit on expenditures in your near future, and I want to make sure there is money to pay for it. We, that is you, are going to start selling your worn underwear. The Japanese and other perverts are crazy for them. A pair of smelly panties can easily be sold for 250 Dollar and even higher if they are sexy, still better with a matching bra.”
“But I don’t have a web shop.”
“You do, I set it up with your credit card and personal information. Though admittedly the money will go to an account I control.”
“And what am I supposed to do for underwear?”
“Oh that’s entirely up to you, only you can’t buy any new one, and anything that you would throw into the laundry will go into a sealed zip lock bag.”

“What about my period, I can’t run around without underwear during that time.” Jessica pleaded.
“So you might want to save some for that time of the month.”
“You are insane.”
“I’m not, I’m the one giving the orders here. While we are at it, you should be receiving an email confirmation in a moment.”
The phone buzzed, and Jessica saw a new message.

Dear Mrs. Everson
Welcome to the hall of mirrors. We welcome you as the newest member of our gym, and hope you will enjoy your time in our facility.
Best regards
Peter Tennant
Manager

“What the hell is that?”
“I signed you up, as you have now an extra hour every morning I thought you could do with some exercise. It’s charged to your credit card. You will start tomorrow morning. I’ll send you an exercise regime.”
“I must be in hell” Jessica sighed.
“Not yet my dear.” was the only reply.


End of chapter 2
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Title: Slave to her Phone
Author:Shocker
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A word of warning, actually it's going to be quite a few. (...)
This story focuses on blackmail, dealing in discomfort and humilation more than sexual gratification. In other words Jessica's mind will get fucked without remorse. This story will likely be heavy on my own fetishes, so readers having read more than one of my stories, can make likely predictions on what will come up at one time or another.

Hoping that I haven't driven you entirely away, I hope you enjoy the story.
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Well, these words of warning didn’t scare me off at all – on the contrary: what a promising introduction!

[VictimEyes]

I could just imagine walking into my own home and hearing my Alexa device tell me (In Jason Statham's voice) that he's pimping me out.

[Shocker]

I could just imagine walking into my own home and hearing my Alexa device tell me (In Jason Statham's voice) that he's pimping me out.

Now that sounds terrifying, Statham, doesn’t sound like he has high class customers lined up.

[Shocker]

Title: Slave to her Phone
Author:Shocker
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A word of warning, actually it's going to be quite a few. (...)
This story focuses on blackmail, dealing in discomfort and humilation more than sexual gratification. In other words Jessica's mind will get fucked without remorse. This story will likely be heavy on my own fetishes, so readers having read more than one of my stories, can make likely predictions on what will come up at one time or another.

Hoping that I haven't driven you entirely away, I hope you enjoy the story.
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Well, these words of warning didn’t scare me off at all – on the contrary: what a promising introduction!

I didn’t want to leave people with the wrong impression on what this story is going to be. Glad it hits the spot for you.

[Blue]

@Shocker
An interesting start, and I'm curious to see what happens next. The caller certainly seems to have total control over her.