A different format. Though I’ve done something like this once before.
So, this is… oh I don’t know video diary number eleventy nine or something. But I checked the calendar and it’s exactly 11 months you’ve been in confinement! Pretty cool, huh? Nearly a year already!
Do you like my leather outfit? Huh? Does it still make your cock try to swell up, in its little tube? Or has it given up trying? I’ll never know or care, I guess. I’m going clubbing again so I thought I’d put on something special.
But normally – if it wasn’t Trevor – what we’d be doing right now is talking to him about what he’s finding difficult in the session, right? I mean, it’s probably that he can’t stand the pain of the whip any more, but we don’t know that, OK? Always check.
…and it wouldn’t be such fun beating you up, either.
Mistress Valerie stars in a Christmas Movie
On the third night, we meet Mistress Valerie of Christmas
yet to come. Scrooge is an old man now,
gaunt and tired. We see him in an apron
and nothing else, doing dishes and other chores around a kitchen. We see his buttocks, striped and ridged after
what must have been decades of punishment.
From the steel chastity belt around his waist, hangs a slightly rusty
padlock. A handbell tinkles and he
hurries as well as his old bones can carry him to the living room, where
Mistress Valerie, eternally youthful, indicates his duties with a languid
finger. It is obvious that his servitude
has been so long and so repetitive that no words need any longer be
spoken. Mistress Valerie’s friends are
around for Christmas day, and we see them opening presents and laughing. Some slaves are present, young fit and
obviously happy to be fulfilling their fantasies. But Scrooge moves around silently performing
his chores, his face blank. He carries
out his chores efficiently, obviously well schooled in his tasks and is at no
stage acknowledged by any of the party.
Finally Mistress Valerie beckons him over, says “50” and hands him a
whip, without looking up. We see him
retreat to a bare room and, alone, begin to lash his buttocks. Fade out.
Back in the present, Scrooge wakes up in a cold sweat. We see him heading out the door in a frantic
rush, and stopping off at a little shop in Soho on his way in to work. In the office, to the ladies’ puzzlement,
there are presents for all: each receives a pair of new shoes and an implement:
paddles, canes, straps and whips.
Scrooge explains that he has seen the error of his ways, and begs them
for some ‘performance management’. The
ladies tuck into mince pies and chat delightedly, as, one by one, they recall
their boss’s most unpleasant habits, and exact a much-needed revenge.
The camera pulls back from this scene of
Christmas cheer, the giggles and howls fading out, and we see Mistress Valerie,
watching approvingly from afar, a smile on Her face and a whip in Her hand…
She knows if you’ve been bad or good… |
No.
Yes, I know. If it’s
any consolation, I think it’s a bit unnecessary too. When I told Alan your branded initials would
be wrong, I was really just making a light-hearted comment. I didn’t think he’d insist on changing
them. But you know what he’s like.
Hmm?
Yes, that’s the problem.
I mean, you just can’t brand a R over a W.
It wouldn’t look right. I tried on paper, and it just always looked really forced. So we’ll
burn a blank over to erase your old one completely, and then have EMR freshly branded
underneath.
Oh stop crying.
You’re lucky you’re not getting EMR-W! That would be even more painful, wouldn’t it?
I’d suggested hyphenating our last names. But Alan’s a bit old fashioned. Doesn’t really believe in feminism. So, I’ll be EMR, and it’ll say that on my credit cards and my passport – and on your left buttock. Actually, I’m kind of glad he insisted. It makes me feel very secure, as if by carrying his name around with me I’m holding his hand. I know it’s not very feminist, but I’m just not a very feminist girl, really. Alan’s made me realise that. That’s one of the reasons I love him, actually.
You’re getting away lightly at the moment, anyway, you know. I’m just waiting for him to realise that all our property
belongs to both of us. If he
does, maybe he’ll want his initials on you too.
But he hasn’t said anything yet, so fingers crossed – OK? Just our little secret. I know it really hurts, so I don’t want you to have to face any more irons than absolutely necessary, OK?
Sure. I won’t say a thing.
Oh – and Alan left some shirts to be ironed – and he wants his shoes polished. Something else to get used to, I guess! It’s going to be strange for you, having a man to run around after as well as me. Strange for both of us – I’ll have to get used to not being the only one in charge. You know he’s already offered to spank you, if I’m too tired some time?
Boy? You can come in here now. I’m just about done.
Right, so as you can see I’ve been setting a few things up on your computer. One of my other pupils is an IT expert. Andy – such a clever boy! He’s built a few tools under my instruction, and I’ve just installed them. See? It runs in the background there: MyGoverness.
Now, give me your left hand. Let me just put this on your wrist… hold still while it clicks shut – there! Now, this just looks like an ordinary leather bracelet, but you see at the side here where it folds back? Open that up. That’s right. Now that’s a USB key, and if you pull it you’ll see you have about three feet of cable too.
Let’s check the length. Just plug it into the nearest USB port on your computer. Hmm. That’s a bit tight. Can you move the PC just a bit to the left, so it’s closer to where you sit? That’s right. Now plug it in. There – that’s fine, isn’t it? You’re sitting comfortably at the PC and you can type with both hands but you’re plugged in, too.
Now you see how the icon has changed? That’s because it knows you’re plugged in. And it’s noted the time, and I’ll be able to see what time you plugged in too. Now, the reason it’s yellow is that you’re on a voluntary session just now. So you can unplug again – that’s right, just pull the USB key out – and you see, it’s turned back to green. That’s OK.
But – plug in again, will you? – if I just set a compulsory session… hang on, I can do it with an app on my phone. Here we are… George, that’s you… set compulsory…immediate…no end time – there. You see? The icon is red now, because you’re on a compulsory session.
Try unplugging.
See? “Unauthorised exit” it says – and it’s flashing the whole screen and making that alarm noise to warn you. And of course that’s all recorded and I can see that you unplugged without permission. Those alarms are so that if you plug back in within ten seconds, it just records a minor infraction. You know what you get for a minor infraction, don’t you George? That’s right – it’s not pleasant, but it’s bearable. But if it’s more than ten seconds it records a major infraction – and then of course it’ll be the cane.
No, no set number of strokes. But obviously, there would be more the longer the unauthorised absence.
Let me just cancel that. Plug back in first, will you? That’s right. And I’ll make a note to delete the major infraction it’s just recorded – see, there’s a message on my phone stating that George unplugged without authorisation for a period of 40 seconds. And I press on that, it’ll call your dedicated mobile, so I can check what’s going on, and book you in for a caning.
Now then, compulsory sessions can be of fixed length or they can continue until tasks have been completed. Let me show you some of the things we can do, shall I?
(Oh, he’s such a clever boy, Andy, he really is. He’s been on this system for almost two years now, and of course since his job actually involves sitting in front of a computer, at home, I can keep him plugged in most of the time).
Now. This is ‘detention’. It’s the simplest programme of all. You see – your computer’s completely unresponsive. So you just sit here for as long as I’ve specified, and the clock there tells you how long you have to wait. And if I just specify the no-hands option – like…so! Now you can see the clock’s ticking upwards? Quite fast? Well, that’s because it’s adding time. To start it counting down again, you have to press the q and the page down keys at the same time. See – they’re on opposite sides of the keyboard so you have to use both hands. That’s right. You see now it’s counting down again? So if this were real, you’d stay like that for another hour and twenty minutes, before it releases you.
Oh – George? Don’t try to stick the keys down with anything. It never really works and I do make snap inspections you know.
And then there’s another option that specifies five keys on each side being pressed. So you have to hold your hands perfectly still in a fixed position, until your detention is over.
OK, I’ll cancel that.
Hmmm? Well no, of course you can’t. If the cable to your wristband is broken, then it won’t register you. It’s quite strong, though. I suppose it could break by accident. You’d just have to make an appointment to see me and we’d discuss it. If you have a good explanation, then I might not be too hard on you.
Right – now of course there’s a line-writing module.
Oh don’t groan, George! Of course there’s a line-writing module. All my boys have to write lines. You knew that when you signed up to have a governess, didn’t you?
Yes, of course you did.
Anyway, that works pretty much like the line-writing programmes you’ve probably seen on the Internet – Fond of Writing, writeforme and so on. You see the line up there, you type it in a little box and if you make an error you have to write it again, and it adds an extra to your target. Pretty straightforward.
In some ways, I prefer making boys write lines by hand. I’ll still have you doing that as well – that’s generally what I have in mind when I set you a detention without fixing your hands on the keyboard. But it’s so much easier this way – all quite automatic, you see. And I can have a line of any length at all. No – no limit. At first Andy had it set at 255 characters, but when I said that wasn’t enough he converted it into an unlimited field. I copied and pasted an entire chapter of the Guide to the Correction of Young Gentlemen, once. Of course, it’s almost impossible to type that much without making at least one mistake! When I looked the next day, I realised the boy I’d set it to had been going for over 18 hours, and he had 76 extras! So of course I just let him finish the one he was on and that was that. I’m not that strict!
I like setting lines in foreign languages too. Turkish, Estonian… that kind of thing. You have to concentrate a bit harder. I could even just set a random sequence of letters and characters, but I do like the thought that the boy is actually learning something as he types it again and again.
Anyway, it can set on compulsory or voluntary mode while you’re writing your lines. So it might keep you at it until you finished, or you might just have a target number of lines to complete by a set date. One of my boys said in his application form that he needed a governess’s guidance to stop him procrastinating; so I set him 5000 lines every month but left it completely up to him when to do them. The first few months, he left it awfully late and had to work through the night as he got close to the deadline, but now he’s learnt to settle down into a steady routine. Isn’t that nice?
So that’s line-writing… what else can I show you?
That little light? Yes, your camera’s on, you see. I can check up on any of the boys who are plugged in. And it stays on for a couple of minutes after they unplug – I love watching them frantically trying to plug back in within the ten seconds deadline if they pull it out accidentally.
Hmmm? No, there’s no connection to your chastity belt. Andy had some ideas about that, but it sounded very complicated and I didn’t really see the point. After all, every boy comes to see me in person at least once every two weeks, so even the most frequent masturbation schedule can be supervised in person.
Oh – but that reminds me. Here’s a task that you’re going to become very familiar with over the next few months! This is called ‘mens sana‘. Do you recognise the quote?
That’s right: mens sana in corpore sano. Meaning?
Well, what’s the point of ‘knowing’ it if you don’t know what it means?
I see. Forgotten. Well – it’s a good thing you’ve got a governess, then, isn’t it?
Mens sana in corpore sano means ‘a clean mind in a healthy body’. And it’s what I aim to instil in you. Because at the moment, you have a filthy mind in a disgustingly perverted and unhealthy little body, don’t you?
And why’s that? Because you’ve spent so much time sitting right here, masturbating in front of all the pornography you have on this computer, that’s why!
Oh don’t be ridiculous, George, of course I found it! I told you Andy was clever, didn’t I? Do you think I wouldn’t have software that can find hidden images and movies?
Look – there it all is. Filthy, filthy pictures and movies showing all sorts of things you’re not going to be allowed any more. So – we’re going to clean it all up!
See – I’m setting a task called ‘clean up computer’…and requiring, let’s see, 100 a week. Now – you see it’s opened a directory full of your pornography? You can see the files there – in fact, this is the only way you can access this directory now. Just double click on any of them – a picture, say.
There it is. It’s all quite greyed out and blurry, so you can’t see much of it. Not enough to get excited. But we can see enough to know what it is, can’t we? Poor girl – she must be awfully cold in that bra, especially without any panties. Anyway – move your mouse over it.
That’s right. You see how it’s changed to a scrubbing brush? So press both mouse buttons down and start scrubbing back and forth. That’s right…back and forth, back and forth. And you see how the picture is gradually disappearing where you scrub? It takes about ten passes over any pixel to scrub it completely clean. And once you’ve done it for the whole picture – that’s right, keep going. Scrub it all away… Once it’s done it for the whole picture, it deletes the file and records one filthy picture cleaned up.
It works on videos too. How about that one? “Melissa sucks cock” That sounds like the sort of thing we want to clean up. It takes a frame every minute as a photo, and you have to clean all of them. So let’s see… goodness, Melissa sucks a cock for a long time, doesn’t she? Well, you’d better get started. It will credit you with eleven cleaned-up pictures for this, so it’s all quite fair.
Each one takes about three minutes if you’re scrubbing vigorously, so 100 a week is just over three hours or so. And you’ll continue that every week until they’re all gone.
How many have you got, anyway? Goodness! However did you find time to look at them all? Well, you’re going to be doing this for a few years, by the looks of it, then, aren’t you? And some of those look like quite long videos.
Anyway. you carry on scrubbing away poor Melissa’s unpleasant experience, and I’ll go downstairs and have a cup of tea. I’ll set you a compulsory six hour session – to give you a tour of all the different features, and then when you wake up tomorrow you should plug in to see your weekly schedule – I can set it up tonight. All my boys need to be plugged in at 6am every day, just to check for new instructions.
No, I can let myself out. You gave me a spare key, remember? So I can come and go as I please. Unlike you.