Getting Curious Pt. 03

"Good morning Elsa.

Please take your time to read this entire web page.

I understand all this may sound a bit frightening, but please just keep in mind my intensions are purely benevolent.

First of all I didn't know you before seeing you yesterday night. I was just having good time with a couple of my... friends when Harry noticed you. Judging from his reaction when you smiled back to him, I'd say you're at his taste! It was an idea of Nancy, his wife, to introduce you to this journey. She noticed from your husband 'discreet' talking and your laconic answers that you may be the kind of lady that would be curious about her dynamic and you may even find it inspirational for your own life.

Who am I to refuse Nancy anything!?

So here I am, you can call me Sariel, at your service.

You can see me as a gentle genius or a good angel, here to protect you and to guide you, if you ever feel the need.

Being a good advisor means having a good knowledge of its subjects, so when you connected yesterday night to the unique URL Nancy gave you, I collected your IP address and the recent history of your browser. With some backdoor connections to your ISP and average hacker skills, I found your name and address. It was then easy to hack you ISP router and your social media accounts plus the ones of your future husband, then your phone, his and finally your computers and anything connected into your house, including his car.

I guess when you'll read this in the morning, I'll have a complete copy record of all your digital data and the ability to have access to a live mirror of them at any time. My AI bots are yet processing the data and identifying and tagging anything useful. I've yet picked out some very interesting things, but I need your moral agreement before going further. Please just keep in mind that you are in charge, at each step of your journey you'll be able to stop me and I'll disappear from your life.

If you refuse my help an decide to stop, I will of course remove all this, erase the data and then you'll never again hear from me, ever. But if you agree to continue, I'll guide you to learn how to take advantage of my services and start this very interesting journey. As a proof of my purview you can find bellow three things I yet found that you may find of interest.

[Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3]

If you get curious to know more, click on the 'I agree and I want to know more' green button bellow. If you want to stop, click the red 'stop' signal button.

Sariel."

Hell, what a bad joke. I'm used to many kind of phishing and commercial harassments but this one is really unique. How can this 'Sariel' imagine I'm dumb enough to fall into his trap!?

The only personal information in this page is my name that 'discreet' Matt must have sing out at least a dozen of times during the dinner, anything else seemed pure bullshit.

I was about to click on the STOP button, when my curiosity took over and I clicked on the first link.

Another window opened...

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Hint 1 : Your intimate diary.

What a strange idea to store on a public cloud such personal thoughts.

Didn't you know any hacker could get access to it? Even your husband if he ever got a bit curious about you!? Can you imagine how someone with bad intention could take advantage of this over you? Hopefully I'm not that kind. But I was surprised by your naivety.

Your writing is beautiful, reading how you evolved from that innocent lost and curious teenager to the strong and determined woman you became is a pure bliss. It's fascinating to discover your true personality when the lady you show the world under the arm of your husband looks so conventional and submissive. Honestly when Nancy suggested to help you, I was a bit frustrated. Yet another submissive lady abused by her husband to help. But Nancy has a 6th sense and immediately felt the potential in you, and she was right.

Thank you for writing this masterpiece, documenting your experiences and associated thoughts in such an honest and detailed manner. You have a superpower here, don't let anyone use it against you.

You are very special Elsa and I'll gladly do my best to prove it to you.

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I've never felt that angry in my whole life, except of course against that man that killed my father. I was angry about this man that violated my intimacy, about myself that didn't protect enough my diary, about steeve jobs, or whoever managed the security of those cloud services. I needed to scream my anger, feeling betrayed by... myself.

Tears filled my eyes, and slowly but deeply and unstoppable I felt that need to cry overwhelming me. I felt naked, vulnerable and hurt, like the little girl I was years ago when daddy died.

I felt devastated.

This couldn't be real. He was lying to me. Anyone cannot hack those services so easily. I had a password. One... unique... password for all my services. Of course he now had access to everything.

I read the message again to find traces of inconsistences but was surprised to finally find the message kind and supportive. Betrayal feelings had made me blind of hanger and I guess I hadn't even read the whole message.

He's read my diary like a book, but it was my entire life he's soiled from his gaze. My most personal and hidden secrets and feelings. Even those I want to forget, forever. Now I knew someone else knows. My life would never be the same again, even if I clicked STOP, from then, I'd knew he knows.

Did he really think I'd welcome his exaggerated compliments and trust him after such an intrusion?

What else did he have in store? I clicked on the second link.

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Hint 2 : Your husband.

I know you are strong enough to face the truth. I also know from your diary that you know but don't want to lose your time looking for evidences. No need to hire a private detective.

I downloaded this photo from your husband phone. I'll never understand that need to keep such a compromising proof on their phones. Is this intentional in the hope to be uncloak?

[photo]

For your information that lady kneeling in front of your husband in yesterday's restaurant restroom is the lady from the couple having dinner just next to you. She's an active user of an adult meeting app specialized in quick fuck. The principle is simple, when two members are identified closer than ten meters, if they meet each other's criteria, they receive an alert on their phone with the photo of the other. The principle is once they agree they never met again. Her profile says she loves to practice her deepthroat skills on random guys in public places. Your husband's profile counts an impressive number of hits with a majority of satisfied contacts.

If you need more evidences, please feel free to browse the "pro" picture folder on his phone.

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What a Bastard!

Of course I knew. I've smelt their aroma on his skin, their tastes on his cock. I tried to ignore the signals, lying to myself, pretending I was overthinking and my senses were paying me. But I was right.

I finally let explode that cold anger growing deep inside for months. This was too much. I felt so sad and started to cry again, eyes filled with tears, breathing with difficulties from the mouth, between sobs. Why was he cheating on me? Why did he stay with me if I was not enough for him? And this slut...

I had a better look at the picture... In what was she better than me? She was blurry because of the tears in my eyes. I blinked and tears ran down on my face till my chin. Now I could see her, my eyes deep in hers. They were red and filled with tears too. Her gaze was so desperate, communicating lust to please, she looked so greedy. I knew this feeling. From the redness of her face and the traces of drool around her mouth, chin and nose, I could tell he had just used her, roughly, and he was about to do it again. She was just taking back her breath before another round of a deep fuck down her throat. My natural empathetic mind started to picture myself in her place, kneeling in front of a total stranger in a restaurant restroom, knowing my boyfriend and his girlfriend are eating alone in the main room.

I shook my head no, trying to recover, but yet my mind was locked to that idea. How many strange men had she pleased that way, being a free slut of one time for each of them, servicing them till they rewarded her the expression of their total satisfaction : copious loads of infidel cum. I felt my mouth watering thinking about how different their flavors could be. I swallowed nervously closing my eyes to break the gaze link and shook my head again.

I could now clearly feel the uncontrolled warmth heating between my thighs. I bit my lower lip to force my mind to think about something else. Tears were still running down my face, like they does when I've just been roughly facefucked. I opened my eyes, in panic, unable to clear my thoughts.

She was still there looking at me, those devilish eyes locked in mines. She looked to close to the edge of her own pleasure, like a junky waiting for her fix. Now I could clearly see the complete picture. Kneeling her legs wide open and both her hands busy down there, pushing her firm breasts up with her arms. I could guess traces of his fingers still present in her hairs.

Why didn't he told me, I would have been so pleased to willingly be his toilet whore every time we went there. My mind was going crazy, maybe he would have liked to share me with those guys sitting next to us to feed my new growing greed for strangers cum?

I tightened my legs strongly and closed my eyes again, breathing deep, recovering slowly. I needed to calm down. How could I switch so fast from deep anger to desperately horny, and why did I embrace such hardcore fantasies? What was wrong with me, with him, with us!?

I clicked on the last link to change my mind.

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Hint 3 : No one is anonymous on the web

Do you know who is that girl you're in touch with for months on this site where you share "anonymous" pics of your lingerie's and talking about erotic fashion and fantasies?

It's the husband of your boss. You'll be glad to learn that he did identify who you are and had made a lot of research about you, collecting anything public, and his wife knows. Sounds a bit like an obsession for both of them. They may become dangerous.

But he was a good source of material about you, even those that have disappeared from the web!

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... "The web". What kind of "web" did I trapped myself into?

Sue was such a close friend, a confident! She is the one I confessed my most naughty side to, even things I didn't felt the strength to write in my diary.

It all started by talking about fashion and lingerie on a forum, then exchanging pictures of sexy panties from my collection, then wearing them for her, taking lascivious sexy poses. Just an innocent game, hiding my face. But soon I was explicitly exhibiting the wet marks on them. She used to tease me and play with my mind, encouraging my submissive exhibitionist slut side.

For her I depilated any hairs from my whole body except my head, for her I shared pictures showing my damp labials spread on each side of a too small thong, for her I wrote "Slut" above and WH and RE on each side of my needy little cunt. The picture I sent her was quite explicit and I was so proud when she said it was her favorite one. For her I wore a huge anal plug all day long doing shopping at the local mall, she even asked me to go to a lingerie shop and try and buy new things wearing it. She always had new naughty tasks for me and I always gladly accomplished them sending back a photo, proof of the fulfillment. Just little challenges in my everyday boring life.

At beginning I was enjoying the thrill from them, now I was expecting them, needing them.

Knowing Sue was a he was a bit destabilizing, I had suspicions, and I dumbly thought that if Sue was a girl, it was not really cheating on Matt. So I chose to believe Sue was a she. Now that I know she was a guy, I can safely take it as a compensation for Matt cheating on me.

The problem was more about my boss. Did she know when he made me go to work without any panties nor bra this summer, just my big flowers summer dress and rubber bands locked around each nipples to make them very sensitive and visible? Did she know about this fantasy he made me confess about being raped at work... my god, I gave them so much material against me... what are they expecting from me? Why did I let all this occur? She's older than twice my age and looks so strict and conventional. I've never seen him. Maybe he could be my taste, and definitely he knows how to deal with my naughty side. I guess I loved that situation.

I can still remember those two weeks vacations during which he ordered me to find a way to never have an orgasm, I had to deal each coming orgasms with a controlled edge. Unfortunately Matt was very horny those weeks and he needed lot of attention. So we fucked like rabbits, and I gladly succeeded in controlling every edges.

I guess that was the starting point of when I stopped having orgasms because of Matt.

Back home I was tasked to describe how I dealt with each edge an replay them alone by myself. I was so desperate to have an orgasm that I finally agreed when he tasked me to have one being dressed at office and rubbing my love button on the corner of my desk when everyone was out for lunch. I exploded like a fountain and had to explain I had spill a glass of water on my desk and dress.

I can still remember the strength of that orgasm.

Why would I want to stop this relationship? Let's just continue to pretend we don't know each other!!!

So OK. That strange black guy definitely knows many things about me now.

Let's see what he has to offer.

I clicked on the 'I agree and I want to know more' green button bellow...