SpyWare II

SpyWare II
By NAMB

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Disclaimer: This story mentions a discussion board known as FemNet. There are several domains in cyberspace with this name as part of their name (It's also for sale). The FemNet discussion board in this story is totally fictitious and has no connection whatsoever with any real domain, site or discussion board.

Spyware II

I bowed my head in shame. Getting caught masturbating by mom was bad enough, but having it all documented electronically for posterity made it even worse. But the worst of all was that my 12-year-old cousin, Sarah, was the one who set it all up. She was the keeper of the files.

I felt so bad seeing her and her friends witness my embarrassment, laughing and whooping it up on my computer screen last Tuesday, that I didn't even turn on my computer for the rest of the week. Now it was Saturday and I had to face her in person.

"Mom, do I really have to go over to Aunt Rachel's house?"

"Of course you do," she said, lacing on her tennis sneakers, "You have a contract with her to do her lawn."

"But Sarah will be there."

"That can hardly be helped. She lives there."

"But ..." I stammered, but couldn't finish the sentence.

Mom finished it for me. "Look, you got yourself into this mess all on your own. If you controlled your urges better, and decided not to cheat on me, you would have nothing to be ashamed of. I am not going to let you back down on your responsibilities to your aunt just because you have a personal problem."

I felt sick as I rode over to my aunt's house.

Mom pulled into the driveway and honked the horn. "Rach, hurry up, we'll be late."

I passed my aunt on the front walk. I couldn't meet her eyes. I had no idea if she knew of my situation or saw the pictures, I can only assume she had. She gave me no clue as she said, "Hi, Steven," she said, "I need the bushes in the back trimmed this week. It shouldn't be too hard."

I mumbled, "OK, Aunt Rachel."

Mom and my aunt pulled out of the driveway. They would be gone for about 3 hours.

I walked into the house and met my cousin in the kitchen. She gave me a big smile and said, "Nice SEEING you, big cousin!" Then she broke out in giggles. "SEE you later."

I didn't even answer her, but continued into the garage to pick up my tools and get on with my task.

I went out into my aunt's backyard. To describe it as a backyard would be understating it by a lot. It was very big, and it was pretty private. My aunt's lot poked out into a wooded area like a fat finger, was surrounded on two sides by a stream, and except for the occasional hiker, nobody ever came near the back of the place. The walking path was at least a quarter of a mile away. If that wasn't enough there were bushes, 5 feet high just inside the fence surrounding the pool. It was set back from the street and trees and the house itself hid the backyard from view.

I noticed that my aunt had the pool opened since the last time I was there. "Oh great," I thought, "That will bring all of Sarah's friends over."

During the winter it was just as likely that Sarah would be over one of her friends' houses. However in the summer, there were girls over here all the time to swim and play in the pool.

There was some comfort in that thought: it was six months since I last saw them in bathing suits. Girls at that age do a lot of development in a short time. I wondered what Diana would look like in her suit, and then the picture of her on my computer screen laughing at me came back into my mind. I didn't know if I could look at her at all.

I stripped down to my shorts and sneakers and yanked the chord on the trimmer several times to coax the reluctant machine into life. I tried to lose myself in the work and get my mind off my humiliation. So I had no idea how long I was at it when the first of the girls arrived.

The first I noticed of her was as she walked away from the retreating car in the driveway. From a distance I couldn't tell if she was one of the girls who had witnessed my humbling experience. That was the problem. Sarah was on screen with three of her friends. Were there more girls in the room with her? How many more were there? How many more girls have seen movies of me masturbating to my porn sites since then?

I went back to my work and tried to put her out of my mind, but that wasn't to be. I was startled by my cousin tapping me on my back. I turned off the trimmer and took off my ear protection and goggles.

I stood there, sweat dripping off my body as she introduced her friend. "This is Wendy. You've seen her before. She certainly remembers SEEING you." At this, both girls broke out in giggles. I knew that I was in for an afternoon of torment of this type.

I lowered my eyes towards her feet and mumbled a polite, "Hello Wendy."

She shook my hand, but looked down at my shorts.

About that time I heard a "Yoohoo" from the fence. There were two other girls there both wearing their bicycle helmets. They took them off as they entered the yard. I recognized one of the girls as Diana, the other girl, I found out, was Jenny. She was the fourth girl on my computer screen.

"Hi Steven," they said with sickening little-girl sweetness. "You really know how to make a BIG impression on a girl." Diana said.

I was hot and flush with the sun, but I could feel myself blush.

"Come on, girls," my cousin said. "Let's get ready for the pool.

The girls disappeared into the house, and I went back to work on the hedges.

Several minutes later they came out in their swimsuits. I was correct about my assumption that girls at that age could fill out a lot over the winter months. None of them were bulging with breasts, but they did have tantalizing mounds that were not there a summer ago.

What was bulging was in my shorts. I had a difficult time containing myself. It was a half week since I last masturbated. The last time I had seen these girls was of their laughing faces on my computer. At the time they were dressed in their school uniforms. Now they were dressed in swimsuits. Wendy and Jenny had one-piece suits on that showed enough, but Sarah and Diana had on bikinis.

I was surprised by my cousin. She had a body! She did such a good job hiding it with the way she normally dresses that I had never noticed it before. However Diana was going to turn out to be center-fold quality.

The girls spread themselves out on the lounge chairs sipping on sodas, reading magazines and talking back and forth to one another. Occasionally they would look or point my way say something and giggle.

My aunt was right, it was a small job and I was done with the bushes in a little over an hour even though I tried to drag the job out. I had almost another two hours before mom would come back to pick me up. I normally spent this time playing games on my aunt's computer. She even had an account set up for me on her machine.

I put my equipment away and noticed that the girls seemed to be following my every move. I went into the house, washed up, and went into my aunt's office to log onto her machine. I found a game and started playing. I thought I heard my cousin come in the house, but I didn't pay any attention to it.

I had barely begun play when the screen paused, the game logged itself off and then a movie started playing. It was me in all my masturbatory glory. I turned to see the girls giggling at the door.

Sarah explained it to me. "I have control over mom's machine. She doesn't know it. I can do anything I want with it. I could use her credit card, empty her bank account, or do anything I want. I won't do those things of course, but it is fun seeing where she surfs and I learned a couple of very interesting things."

"One of the things mom doesn't know is that I know about her account on FemNet. I even have her login and password.

It's a really interesting site. Mostly it's about women's issues: things like politics, and health and business and anything that affects women. But there are also boards for relationships and sex. It's really fun reading about women and what they do with their husbands and boyfriends.

Then there's a whole section on women who are the boss in their house and how they control the men and boys at home. My friends and me learned a lot of things about female domination even before we started watching what you do on your computer."

"The site has free memberships for students over 18 years old. All you have to do is fax in or send a PDF scan of a copy of your driver's license and student ID. You have to prove that you're over 18, a student and a girl. No boys allowed in this club," she laughed.

Sarah leaned over and tapped something on the keyboard. Up came what looked like a very realistic state driver's license and a student ID card; both with the same woman's face. According to the documentation, Sarah's name was Sarah Wilkinson, a 19-year-old freshman at the local university.

"If anybody looked close at the original printed documents, they'd know immediately that they're forgeries. So I used the fax machine at the library. It's so bad it distorts everything. Anyway, I'm now Sarah Wilkinson, screen name: GirlGeek. I'm going to fix it so the other girls can get accounts too."

She pressed another key, and the movie resumed.

"I'm learning a lot. I never realized how widespread the practice of female domination is. First of all, there are tons of stuff on the net about it. But most of it is obviously for men. Maybe you get off looking at those pictures, but I don't although they do give me some ideas.

FemNet isn't like that. It's a 'girls only' club and it has thousands of members. A lot of these members have claimed to be into female domination since they were young girls! So I guess these feelings my friends and me have are normal."

"One of the topics that comes up a lot is men and boys and pornography. Another favorite topic is about men and boys and masturbation. The two topics seem to go together a lot. To hear these women talk about it, you'd think every boy was into 'wanking' off to pornography. I thought they were exaggerating at first, but then you came along."

"There was really hot discussion a couple of months ago. One of the women on the net complained that she suspected that her son was looking at porn on their computer in spite of the filters she put in place.

Another woman said that she had put in a security camera so she could watch what her husband was doing, even when she was at work. Sometimes, she would call her husband up and she and a couple of her coworkers would gather around her computer in her office for some live entertainment. She suggested that this woman set up a camera to keep an eye on her son."

"I saw the email where my mom brought this discussion to attention of your mom."

"This told me two things: your mom must have been on FemNet too and she was concerned that you might be masturbating to pornography."

"When my mom and your mom asked me to build your computer I not only recommended the usual suite of safety software, I was quick to add that filters by themselves weren't enough. I went on to suggest that some sort of monitoring was also needed."

"Naturally, I wasn't surprised when they asked me if I could install a security camera too. I told them that I had a better idea. I told my mom and your mom that I could set up a system that would come on only when you were on line and monitor the sites you visited as well. I told them that not only would it take pictures of you, but it would save these pictures for further review, and that it would also keep track of the sites you visited, and capture all your keystrokes so they'd get your login names, passwords, emails – everything."

"Your mom's response was, 'You can do all this?' I just laughed."

"My mom asked me if I knew why they wanted me to do this. I told them, 'I think I know what boys do.' I should! There are always lively discussions on FemNet about boys and their habits. Moms are always complaining about the men and boys in their houses masturbating unsupervised."

"My mom was quick to point out to your mom that if I set up the system, I would 'see' you. After all, someone would have to train your mom how to use the system."

"Your mom backed me up and said that I was a mature girl, and that if it brought your masturbation under control, it was worth it. Then she added, 'Besides, it's about time she learns the real facts of life.' I pretended not to know what she was talking about, but I knew them; that's all that they talk about on FemNet. They gave me the green light for the project."

"I was surprised that it took you so long to break the code I set. I had a fun time going over the sites you did visit while the filter was still working. Really, looking at online women's catalogs and masturbating to bra and panty ads!"

"I wasn't surprised that you went to the Victoria's Secret page, but you also seemed to have enjoyed Limited Too. I guess you also get off on girls more your own age. The girls and I buy our clothes there, you know. Do you think about us when you do it?"

"When Travis told me that you had him disable the decoy, I was afraid he would spot my other trap and disable it too. He's pretty smart – for a boy. He seemed pleased that he was able to defeat me and beat me at this game, but we now know who really won in the end. Since then, my friends and me have had a lot of fun. They would come over here after school and we'd log on to see what you were doing and what you were doing it to."

"I would go over the pictures and logs with your mother a couple of times a week. Once we got your schedule and habits down she decided to spring her trap. I called your mother last Tuesday to tell her when you got started. She was already on her way home to catch you."

I was silent. Sarah glanced at her girlfriends who seemed to be watching the next movie that came up automatically and went on, "We were disappointed that you didn't log in for the rest of the week. But I had other things to keep me busy."

"As my alter ego I encouraged our moms to chat it up on FemNet. There's always a lot of discussion on this topic on the board and they have a whole section on what to do with boys who masturbate excessively."

Sarah digressed, "It's so funny. Mom and I have an agreement. We each have 'private time' when we are not supposed to disturb each other. All it takes is a closed door. She uses her private time to chat on FemNet. Little does she realize that as she is in here typing away. I'm in the other room doing the same thing. We're both discussing your masturbation habits on the world wide web even though we're a couple of rooms apart."

Every time Sarah mentioned the word, "masturbation" I could feel myself blush.

"A lot of other women joined in on this discussion. There has to be at least a dozen of us discussing your case. There seems to be two schools of thought on this. One of them is to lock the boys up in a chastity belt so they can't even get at their penises until the key holder – usually the boy's mom – lets him out. The other is to control the boy's masturbation by making it more public and putting it in the control of the women and girls in the family."

Even though I was sure that care was taken so I remained anonymous, it made me feel bad to think that there were dozens of women, "discussing my case." I almost felt like a prisoner on trail. What made me feel even worse is that three of these women: my mom, my aunt and my cousin – no make that two women and a girl – knew who I was.

I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation with my 12-year-old cousin. Actually it was more like a lecture. I didn't have anything to say. Up until now, I thought that my geeky cousin thought of nothing more than her computers and science stuff. I never really thought of her as a real girl. I never thought that real girls had thoughts like this!

Sarah snapped her fingers to get my attention. The other girls were momentarily distracted from the screen. Sarah commanded, "Look at me. Which would you rather have? Enforced chastity, or controlled masturbation?"

I looked at Sarah and my heart sunk. The idea of being locked up in a chastity belt horrified me. I hadn't jerked off since mom caught me and I already felt the effects of my abstinence and that was just a couple of days ago. I don't know how long I could go without doing it. I didn't want to find out. I swallowed the lump in my throat but said nothing.

"Answer me," Sarah demanded.

With a mixture of defeat and defiance, I managed to mutter, "What difference is that to you?"

Sarah smiled at me and put her hand on my naked shoulder, just like mom did and said, "Because I can help you."

I looked at her with more than a question on my face, "How? What? Why?" I reeled off.

"Well, the how is easy enough. I'm part of the discussion. As far as the other women think, GirlGeek is an adolescent psychiatrist – once you're on the net you can change your profile to anything – and they value her opinion. It's not a total lie: I'm an adolescent and I am interested in becoming a psychiatrist.

I tell you, I've been hard pressed to keep up with articles published on the topic of masturbation in teenage boys. The serious stuff, that is. There's tons of crap out there and even I know it's written by a bunch of dirty old men.

I managed to find a couple of articles that encourage masturbation and some that talk against it. I can bring either of these articles up in my discussion.

So far, the discussion is swinging back and forth on what to do with you. I'm pretty sure I can influence that discussion.

As for the why ... let's just say if you're locked up, then those wonderful shows you've been putting on for us come to an end. I think we are on the same side of this discussion. Both of us want to see you keep masturbating."

She pressed the issue, "You'd want that too. Wouldn't you?"

I managed to nod my head up and down and mutter a "yes."

"I want you to promise me that you will cooperate with everything we come up with."

"What's that?"

"Well, for one thing, you can turn on your computer and start playing with yourself again."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course you do. But if you don't I could just swing the discussion towards chastity."

"Give me a break, will you?"

"I'm not asking much. I mean you enjoy doing it anyway."

"Yeah, but not with a bunch of grade school girls watching me."

"That shouldn't make any difference."

"Well it does!"

"OK, I'll cut you a deal. You do it for us at least 4 times a week including a long session with two cums on the evening your mom is out and I'll doctor the logs. I'll make it look like you've cleaned up your act. Your mom won't know that you've been doing it. You're going to have to meet me half way and give me a lot of footage with you just sitting at the computer, playing games, reading or whatever."

"So that's it? I log on and masturbate?"

"Well, not quite. You'll have to submit the sites that you want to visit to me for my approval. I'll check them out and if they meet my standards I'll put the proper filters in place to allow you to see them. In fact, there are a couple of pay sites I can hack into for you. Given your preference for female domination, I think you'll like them," she added with that annoying girlish giggle.

"So how do I do this?"

"Just turn your computer on when you get home. I'll install a special browser on it that will do all the work for you. You'll be able to browse anything you want so you can get your school work done or enjoy other hobbies, but I will be alerted if you go to a porn site that I did not approve. I'll know if you tampered with the browser."

"And if I do?"

"Cross me on this, and I'll make it look like you are masturbating every spare moment of your life, I'll make sure that the logs show some very disturbing information as far as the kind of sites you visit to your mom. You'll be seeing a whole army of therapists about the perversions I'll conjure up for you.

Also, I know that Travis is trying to get into my computer. It's a game we play. I try to get into his and he knows that too. I just might let him get through to a special folder containing one or two special movies. Where those movies go from there, is up to Travis. I know he's always trying to make an impression with the girls. He'd be pleased to have something this good to show them."

I didn't like the sound of that at all. "So what are we going to do now?" I asked.

"Nothing for the moment; we have to wait for this thing to play out on FemNet. You'll find out soon enough from your mom when she makes her decision. I'll try to give you a heads up on what that is if I can."

I managed to mutter a "thanks."

"Besides," she said, tapping on the screen which was at that moment showing me ejaculating, "we'll have the movies. We can always watch them."

Her girlfriends agreed. I felt three more hands on my shoulder. I bowed my head again. I was defeated.