IRC - When Predator Becomes Prey

"That's right Selena, I don't have to tell you what will happen, but I want you to tell me. You tell me what will happen if you don't clean my boots properly?"

Claudette didn't raise her voice above a barely there, husky whisper. She didn't need to. It was two a.m. and she was in her office on the sixteenth floor. The place was deserted and it was so quiet that she could hear every saliva dripping lick that her PA applied to the leather. She didn't need to raise her voice for those reasons. But also, she didn't need to raise her voice because Selena was well versed, well trained. She had been well trained for the last five years. She had been well trained ever since Claudette had found her, quite by accident on the BonNet network. Oh at that time she hadn't been aware that it had been her own PA she had been talking to. More to the point, her PA hadn't been aware that she had been spilling out all of her fantasies to her own boss in the very next office to her. Claudette had found out that it was in fact Selena, aka "morning dew" in a routine check on IP numbers connected to the network. The IP address signified an individual computer that was connected at any time. And what happened when more than one computer connected from the same network or company intranet was that they were allocated automatically, an IP address within a certain range. The company Claudette worked for was huge, and with literally thousands of computers, but the chances of anyone other than Claudette herself logging on to BonNet during a working day, were nil. Claudette's system just flagged up that two PCs were connected through the company intranet. Obviously one was her own. And then there was the other one. Whose was that? It didn't take much work to find out. Claudette simply used her own in house security features to track down the exact PC, and exact desk that PC was on. Hey presto! Selena, her very own PA. Selena also-known-as Morning_Dew. The first time she used the company intra-net to speak to Athenia was the day that she was caught. Banged to rights, in City speak.

How fate had a wonderful way of (net)working. Claudette had then had many weeks 'playing' with Selena on BonNet before finally revealing herself, and taking the younger woman in hand. Oh what a picture Selena's face had been that day. Normally she had the most delicious and succulent lips that were always generously coloured. But on this day, when Claudette had stood over her, put a hand lightly on the her shoulder as the PA had sat typing, and called her by her BonNet screen name, the poor girl almost fell off her chair. She had turned, looked up at Claudette and the colour had just drained out of her lips. It had seemed that the colour had just drained completely out of her entire, startlingly attractive face, through her lips. It wasn't just that the colour had drained, but also, the lips had seemed to swell up, and the huge eyes had misted over. And yet at the same time, there was an undeniable feeling, just a sense getting to Claudette that a huge weight had been lifted off Selena's shoulder. That she was 'relieved' that she had been 'outed'. Shocked, yes that it was her boss. That shock went through to the core of her spine. But as that hand had rested on her shoulder, as Claudette had whispered the simple sentence,

"Morning Dew -- do you know the penalties of accessing adult chat rooms through the company intranet... hmmmmmm? But, its ok honey. Your secret is safe with me. We can come to an arrangement."

Just the way that Claudette had toyed with Selena was a hint, just the simplest and smallest hint as to what she was in fact capable of. Selena had let out a huge huge sigh. An audible sigh of utter relief. And from that day, from that minute, from that second, Claudette had begun training her, reeling her in. Controlling and managing her. Control and management were just a couple of Claudette's own fetishes. Along with a whole long list of others.

"If I fail Mistress... nothing will happen immediately. But eventually You will take me to Your Rubber Rooms, in Your basement.. and You will punish me. Punish me until you are satisfied that I have learnt a lesson. And that I will not fail, in that respect ever again Mistress."

Claudette loved to watch Selena speaking. She spoke so well. Was so well educated. Selena had been educated in fact at a public school. Had well-to-do parents and as a child had wanted for nothing. Consequently that came across in her voice. And yet, under these circumstances something else came across in her voice. Each and every word well spoken. Perfectly spoken in fact. And yet at the same time, each and every word literally dripping from her lips. And those huge pools of eyes, just looking, imploringly into the eyes of her Mistress like she meant every single word she said from the bottom of her soul. And she did, she truly did.

"Hmmm that's right Selena. That's right. And you don't want to go to my Rubber Rooms now, do you? At any time?"

Claudette simply held the clump of Selena's hair, not tight, just enough to keep the head in position. Like a guiding grip really. Not one that had to be enforced in any way. Just in a way that was enough.

"No Mistress, no... this girl doesn't want to ever visit the Rubber Rooms unless she has to. Unless her Mistress requires it. Unless it pleases Her."

Such submission, such abandonment in the voice and in the eyes of Selena. And she spoke as though from previous experience of those Rubber Rooms. The eyes of Selena, so pool like, so watery that tears almost dripped with every word she spoke. Claudette didn't speak again. She simply smiled at the girl before guiding her head back down. Selena's fleshy, wet tongue emerging from between her lips even before she was all the way down. The sound of the licks like music to Claudette's ears. The tongue lapping up over the arch of the foot, and down around the back of the heel. And then seemingly impossibly lower as that tongue wrapped around each of the spiked stiletto heels. Cleaning them. Shining them. Scrupulously clean. Absolutely clean. Further cleaning up the less soiled main body of the tight calf leather. The boots so tight fitting to Claudette's lower legs that she could feel every stroke of Selena's tongue through the supple leather. Selena using her own saliva and her own tongue surface to clean her Mistress's boots. Then swallowing and consuming any dirt that her tongue collected. Claudette clenched her thighs as she looked down on her slave. She simply adored the power she had over her PA. She clenched her thighs and at the same time she forced her pelvis forward on the chair. In doing that she was forcing her clitoris to pop out from under its own hood and press against the nylon crotch of her pantihose. She liked that feeling. She liked the feeling of her swollen clitoris pressing against the delicateness of her hose. She was well practised at that. She could also make herself orgasm by simply, very slightly twisting in the chair. Just rising one hip higher than the other, and then flicking a slight twist so that the clitoris rubbed against the nylon. So that the very tip of it just rubbed up against the nylon. The tip of Claudette's clitoris was also the centre of her universe. She could invoke and provoke orgasms of the most intense variety at the barest, most imperceptible twitch of any muscle at that precise point. Just that point. The tip of he clitoris. And, against the sheerness of nylon, the orgasm would be immense. For now though, just the press of that tip to the nylon. That was enough as she watched Selena working her tongue. She liked that. Yes she liked that.

A "ping" brought Claudette's attention back to her laptop. Yes.. the information she had been waiting for had arrived via email. There had been many late nights and early mornings since she had begun the investigation into MissMyndFuck. A lot of the work she had been able to do herself. But some of the very advanced network stuff she simply didn't know about and needed help. There were a number of sources and resources she could call on for that help and did. As the email had arrived, Selena was in the process of drying Claudette's boots with her hair. She did that as slavishly as she licked and cleaned the boots. After hours in the licking and cleaning stage, she would spend equal time polishing the leather, using her own hair. Human hair proved a good polisher. Much better than any rag. Plus, there was what the very act of polishing someone else's footwear with your own hair signified. It was quite a lowly thing. A lowly position for Selena to be in. Claudette curled her toes in the tight leather boots as she felt her girl polishing, and rubbing with her hair. There was an urgency about the polishing actions. Even a complete utter focus. Like one that she didn't want to lose, or be distracted from. She did not want to miss one single bit of licked leather. Because Claudette would know. She would know. Later she would check her boots. Not especially putting herself out to do it. But just idly she would lean over her own lap, twist her feet this way then that way. Letting the light reflect off the leather. She looked at her footwear often because she loved her footwear. Like an obsession she loved her footwear. But she also wanted all of her shoes and boots to be absolutely clean. Perfectly clean. At any given time she was checking, idly checking for any imperfections in the polishing. If she found any. If she just saw one imperfection, like an unpolished, cloudy spot of saliva that had dried in to the leather, then she would have to make room in her diary for an extended visit to her Rubber Rooms with her girl. That is the Rubber Rooms in the basement of her own extensive property outside of the M25 London boundary.

The grand-objective was to identify MissMyndFuck. That is, identify the person behind the screen name MissMyndFuck. Somewhere behind that name was a real person. And somewhere behind that real person was a reason for doing what she was doing. What was she doing? That was the question. Hiding behind a screen name. And, doing everything humanely possible to conceal her real identity. Going to unusually complex lengths to conceal her identity. Then with her security, at least in her own mind, assured, spending time in the rooms, literally handpicking room occupants so that she could get inside their heads. Once inside their heads, she was dominating them on a catastrophic level. Actually peeling back the layers. Something similar to creating a blank canvas. Then, once that blank canvas had been created, she began to paint on it. In the case of fullcry, she peeled back the layers and discovered emotional, and sexual turmoil. Reading the logs of those chats, in some places had been disturbing. But that was what MissMyndFuck did. She selected her 'victims' with the utmost care. And so ultimately, the reason for MissMyndFuck, doing what she was doing, was there in full detail, like technicolour glory, in those logs. Full explicit, obscene detail. To be doing what she was doing, she HAD to go to the extraordinary lengths that she did to conceal her identity. She simply had to do it. Claudette actually 'got that'. She got it, but despised it in equal measures.

What MissMyndFuck was doing and why, really had BEEN established. Claudette had needed help to work out the technicalities. And she got that help from a variety of on-line sources and contacts. It had to be found out HOW she was doing it so that the person behind that screen name could be traced and identified. With network and protocol knowledge it was really quite a simple matter of re-routing her connections through different servers around the world. It would 'appear' that she was logging in from all around the world when in fact, the woman, whoever she was, was probably in the same bedroom, or lounge, or suburban conservatory all the time. The reasoning behind this could, or more likely was two-fold. Firstly it would appear that she was a jet-setting, corporate type person simply indulging in her own 'fantasies'. That illusion in itself held great allure for submissive types who were easily led. The vision was an attractive, erotic one in fantasies. The fact that she appeared to be this all powerful global Goddess with tentacles reaching worldwide was like an aphrodisiac to weaker individuals who would simply swallow the whole globe-trotting, perverse Mistress illusion hook line and sinker.

Secondly, there was the more sinister reasoning of the identity protection and what she was really doing with that secrecy. There was the possibility that she WAS this high profile, powerful global woman with very real and sincere reasons to conceal her identity. The chat logs though pointed in a very different direction. A vastly more sinister one. But that was it. That was precisely it. It could be said that MissMyndFuck's identity, location and motive(s) had to be discovered and understood, even if at the end of the day, it was for her own good. She may well have been genuine, sincere and was working through her own issues in the only way she knew how. That was one side of the coin. The sinister explanation was the other. This was a situation, or an issue that had to be got to the bottom of for all concerned.

As that "ping" had pierced the early morning silence Selena was finishing off polishing Claudette's boots and she was being guided away, by one booted foot. Not kicked away like an unwanted animal, or a stray bitch. But fairly gently. Just nudged and pushed away. The sole of the boot pressing directly into her cheek, directing her away. Such an action having the same effect of humiliation. And yet Selena, embracing the humiliation, tilting her head and pressing it against the boot as it guided her. Claudette purring as her 'pet' crawled away towards the bowl to take a drink. Selena in a slow crawl, a very slow almost feline crawl to the little metal pet bowl that had been set against the huge picture window sixteen floors up. Claudette loved setting the office out like this. With the building deserted except for security guards who patrolled every few hours. Even they didn't come by when the knew an office was being worked in. Claudette always, but always set that water bowl against the window. Loved to see her pet framed in that window. The silhouette of her girl, her mature, big busted and on this occasion absolutely naked girl crawling then leaning, back dipped, huge nippled breasts grazing the floor beneath her as she lapped at the water. Behind her, the City coming to life for a new day. The City just waking up. And yet no-one from any of the neighbouring buildings being able to see the bizarre scene. That glass, of the one way variety. Claudette could see out. And so could her pet. Every so often, Selena would stop lapping at the water and look out. As she looked out she would stretch. Just dip her back a little and stretch. Extend one leg backwards slowly making Claudette purrrrrr at the sight. But no-one could see in through those windows. Discretion was assured. But from Claudette's position, the scene was just delicious. Sometimes Selena would crawl around and lap at the bowl from different angles. She did this naturally, almost subconsciously except it wasn't like that at all. She knew that her 'owner' Claudette liked to watch her from different angles. Liked to feast her eyes on what belonged to her. And this was the ideal opportunity to please her owner more. Move around the bowl lapping at it, sometimes noisily whilst Claudette poured her eyes over the raised ass and the dripping wet smooth hairless lips of the sex that was protruding back between her upper thighs. Claudette purred again.

The work involved in investigating the electronic equivalent of a paper trail was immense. In this instance so many servers involved around not only the UK, but the world. This task would have been a near impossible one for just one person to carry out alone. Or at the very least it would have been month upon month of painstaking work. Many hours and many set-backs and hurdles along the way. Thankfully, through BonNet Claudette had contacts around the world. There were Super-Ops around the world who could pour resources into this quite urgent matter. And were only pleased to do so. Once Claudette had explained her concerns about this particular matter, the wheels were put into motion. A group of Super-Ops located in different parts of the world all investigating their little bits of the world wide web, and then feeding their results to another Super-Op who collated and fed the results back to Claudette in London. Once one looked more closely a pattern emerged. That is a pattern of IP addresses. A pattern of ISPs. A pattern of server locations. A huge complex pattern of the deceit required for MissMyndFuck to pull this whole thing off. It just became impossible to think that a woman had created this huge 'illusion' just because she was a women with needs in the BDSM arena and that she wanted or needed to remain anonymous. It just seemed less and less like this was the case.

As with any pattern there were repeated elements. Elements that cropped up repeatedly throughout the process. There were a scattering of IP address for instance. Sometimes random ones that cropped up. But also, that one constant IP address. That was the IP address that belonged to MissMyndFuck's computer. Most obviously it was a lap-top. MissMyndFuck connected from just one lap-top only. She didn't spread herself around a host of machines. Too risky that way. Computers held electronic paper trails themselves. It was pretty obvious that this was a machine that was with this woman constantly. That she practically guarded it with her life. The other IP addresses were mostly random ones, ones that were allocated to the different servers at different times depending on log-in times. Then there were the huge amount of internet service providers (ISPs) around the world who were inadvertently involved in hosting this person at any given time. It wasn't so much that they were hosting her, but that she was "hi-jacking" their services. At some point, either MissMyndFuck, or someone working with her, had hacked numerous ISP accounts in order to script the re-routing of her connection. Actually, the whole deception seemed so much more startling in audacity and complexity simply because the woman hadn't been rumbled by any of the companies involved in over three years. That was the single most stunning thing about this whole mystery. This woman was more or less working this deception at will and with no recourse. Someone must have been connected to the IP addresses. Somewhere along the line, actual human beings were involved. MissMyndFuck had to be one of those human beings.

Claudette could see names cropping up. It had taken some extra special help from those with abnormal access to electronic payment systems worldwide to begin to uncover names. The detection work had to begin at the widest end of the wedge. It had to start there in order for it to be narrowed down. The objective being, to narrow it down to the thinnest end of the wedge. Not really a wedge but the sharp end of a spike really. At the very tip of that spike would be one name. The name, the real name behind the screen persona of MissMyndFuck.

Some names were repetitive and on further digging and further detective work were simply either connected to the companies running the servers, or the machine with that repetitive IP address linked to it. In most occurrences these names could be looked into discretely and discarded. Much like a process of elimination. The eventual goal was to get to the ONE name.

"Oh this is getting better. At last its getting better."

Claudette was thinking out loud. She had been pouring over the minute details of the email she had received. Selena was curled up, in a human sized dog basket near the water bowl she had been lapping out of and was in a deep deep sleep. Claudette's eyes had flicked to the curled naked form in the basket. She loved watching her pet sleep like that. The gentle rise and fall of her immense breasts as she breathed deeply through her sleep. The almost 'expressionless' expression of peace and contentment on her face. She was where she wanted to be, and nothing else mattered. She didn't even stir as Claudette had at last started to make sense of all of the information she was given.