"Make trouble on the set"

She nods. Your instruction is vague, but you know the message has gotten through. You want your little fuckpet Kristen to make sure Kerry knows that she can have her every filthy fantasy fulfilled, if only she's willing to go through with it.

The next day you sit at home, googling pictures of Kerry Washington, wondering if this fantasy will soon become reality, pondering how unlikely all of this is.

A month ago you were just a normal dope working in a porn store.

But you're getting ahead of yourself. A lot has to happen in order for Kristen to seduce Kerry, including a hell of a lot of luck. To be honest, it seems impossible. Then again, so did seducing Kristen.

At about 10pm, Kristen returns home from the set. She walks through the door, and as she does every day, immediately falls to her knees and strips. This is the way you want her. This is how she wants to be for you.

"Well?" You ask.

"I'm sorry, sir." She says. "Nothing today. It takes time."

You nod. No need to be cruel. And no point slapping her or berating her, since that's clearly not a punishment. Instead you punish her in the only way you know how. She must watch you jerk off into the toilet. She must flush it. Then she must tell you that she didn't earn your cum today.

Which she does, obediently.

The next day, it's the same deal. Kristen returns home. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm making progress, but still nothing to report." And so again she must watch as your cum goes to waste. She trembles as it flushes down the toilet, as if she can't handle knowing that it could have been inside her or glazed across her face.

"You understand why you must be punished?" You ask.

"Yes sir. A worthy slut would have Kerry seduced in three hours, not three days." She answers, biting her lip. You wonder if that means she expects it will be done tomorrow.

A day later you get your answer, earlier than expected. It's about 5pm when Kristen walks through the door, kneels, strips and looks up at you. A tear rolls down her cheek, but you can't tell if it's from sadness or joy.

"Well?" You ask sternly