Cyber Security Breach

Mistress and slave had a pretty laid back weekend here in River City. We had plenty of sex - two a day Saturday, and the deployment of Mistress's favorite power tool Sunday morning as a special sexual condiment.

Mistress indulged her slave on Saturday night.

Rather than a night on the town, Mistress allowed her slave to stay home and watch his alma mater take on the college basketball equivalent of the DeathStar. Sadly, my team sputtered out in the final seconds, succumbing to the superior height and athletic skills of "student athletes" who will be headed to the NBA rather than calculus class once the tournament ends. The consolation prize for my guys is that they will at least end up with college degrees. 

Our idyllic weekend ran into a wrinkle Sunday afternoon, when Mistress's mother - the Dowager Domme - mentioned in a phone call that she was "getting your emails".

Huh?

She even quoted a few emails between Mistress and her sister, and another friend, which contained some not un-typical grumbling about the Dowager Domme's indulgent shopping habits and sometimes authoritarian familial management style.

Mistress immediately wondered who else was getting her emails, which involve both her business and (very) personal stuff.

As the UCTMW Chief Technology Officer, I immediately went into trouble shooting mode.

"What device was she using?"

"Her Apple laptop...."

'Where is she accessing your emails on her computer...."

"She says there is a little icon on her screen, and when she clicks on it my emails show up....."

"Hmmmm..... Have you ever used her computer to log into your emails account?"

"....Oh Shit....yes..... at her office once. She needed me to check on something....so I used her computer...."

I suggested that Mistress tell her nosy Mom to slide said icon into her trash, and then delete her trash.

She said she would.  But .... would she really do it, or keep her "back door" open into her daughter's world?

And what else might she have seen?

Thus began Mistress's damage control phase of this operation.

First she checked to see if any of those smutty emails between her and an MD who works with her Mother were still in her account.

"Thank God, slave. I must have deleted those."

"Good. But what about the WC? Or your other lovers?"

She went back to her account. Sure enough lots of smutty exchanges between her and the WC from a few years back. She clicked on one. A photo of a certain cock in its cage pops up....I didn't bother to ask why Mistress was sharing my caged cock with the WC.....Oops.  Did Dowager Domme nose her way into that? Or to those photos of Mistress clean shaven folds and special occasion cocks that she and the WC were known to exchange, back in the days of their cyber taunts and teasing?

"Let's hope she wasn't that curious, Mistress....."

Her CTO quickly suggested another remedy.

"Let's change your password..... then even if she doesn't delete her back door, she won't be able to pry it open again....

After some more scrambling, we successfully altered the keys to Mistress's secret stash of cock shots de jour.

In the meantime, Mistress was contemplating whether to tell her sister that the Dowager Domme was now privy to their sibling grumblings. And Slave was wondering whether to send a letter to some advice columnist about what you do when your Mother-in-law snoops into your wife's email account.

For once, Mistress was feeling a little sisterhood with Hillary Clinton.

"Maybe you need your own private server like her and Bill, Mistress."

In my day, all I had to worry about was whether my mom was picking up the phone and listening to my romantic discourse with a home town honey.

Now you have to worry about Mom hijacking your email account?

Where will it end?