A Diamanti Detour

Enough standing around. I still had a busy workday ahead of me.

Though not the usual kind of workday. I had just gotten a "date" with Lana for thursday. And everything needed to be perfect. It needed to happen then. Her complete submission. Or at least complete enough that I get her article.

I think my testing with Gretchen taught me that there's a limit I can go with usual means. I needed to become an expert... in bondage.

Sure the road there would be long, but fun.

I arrived at my local place of ill repute, the "Sex Pit". Your one stop shop for all items sexual. And I spent a lot of time there. Even starting chatting up with the shopkeeper to ask what's the best beginner stuff and how to use them.

Now, naturally, I would have bought every single item there to my personal storage, but one thing hadn't changed in these last two weeks. I was still pretty broke. What could I do about that? ...I wondered if I could use Gretchen like my personal ATM? Just ask her to give me a couple of grands?

I definitely needed to try that.

Right now I just bought everything that I could. And I could list all of my new items here and now for you, but surprises are more fun, right?

The rest of the day I watched instructional videos about how to use them on the web. And some that weren't so instructional, and just pure porn. But that was useful too. Right?

As I finally started drifting to sleep, I realised I never got that second pic from Maddy and Michelle. Maybe it didn't work? Maybe Maddy was angry now? Or Michelle said no? Nevermind. I still gave it like 50-50 chances of happening.

Time to get back to my actual workplace. It was thursday. Another D-Day. Everything had to go perfectly.

The way the day started off, didn't fit into my calculations though.

As I entered the elevator, Gloria walked in with me at the last second.

"Oh hey. So you're back. Where were you yesterday?"

Oh God. Maria had really turned her into my little watcher.

"I had to work from home. Gretchen gave me permission."

"Huh. Really? Okay then."

Boy what an interrogator.

"Can you push the button? You're closer.", I asked her.

"Sure, Jack."

It wasn't a long ride.

"I should really get a reward for that, though."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I heard that good girls get rewards. Right?", she said as we reached our floor. Winking playfully at me, she left. Her swaying hips moving towards the kitchen.

What. The. Fuck. What did she mean by that? That was an extremely weird and suggestive thing to say. Did Gretchen talk? How in the hell could she have gotten that out Gretchen? She was almost bound to- No. She didn't get it from Gretchen. She got it from me.

Fuck. That's what I said to Gretchen as I was leaving her office. Good girls get rewards. And I was right near her door. And Gloria was behind it. Fuck fuck fuck.

Okay think. What was she playing here? If she knew I said that, why did she reveal it to me? It made no sense. And the most important question of all... Did she tell that to Maria? Because if she did... It could be game over. No. I can't let this issue hang. I had to find out immediately what this was about.

I followed her to the kitchen. Luckily no one else was there. She smirked at me. Like she knew I would follow her.

"Gloria. I think we ought to have a chat."

"Oh yeah?"

She took a small step towards me, never losing her annoying smirk.

"The thing is though, I'm kinda busy with my intern job and all. Don't have chatting time. Tell you what. If you do all my work for the rest of the day, you know, cleaning up garbage and... candy wrappers..." she said as she dropped one on the floor... "Maybe we could chat a little bit then. Okay?"

Okay then. She was a full-on player mode. She was still angry about that particular incident, and wanted to wrap me around her little finger.

This was tough. The real, slow, sensible move here would be to obey her and not take too many chances.

Screw that.

I had gotten too addicted on dominating. My instincts kicked in.

I got close to her. She kept smirking, right up to the point when I yanked her hair down quick. All of a sudden she was almost straring up at my chin and the ceiling. She could have screamed for help immediately, but she didn't. She just gasped. But otherwise stayed quiet.

"I'm sorry, miss pampered little bitch. But I won't be doing that. We're going to chat right now. Got it?"

She was trying to get out of my grip, but I held on too tight.

"I asked you a question. Got it?"

Eventually she nodded. The little she could. (GLORIA: +2SP) (-13SP)

Did I manage to shock her so much, that she couldn' talk? Or what was going on here, exactly?

"Good. Now that phrase you used. About good girls. You heard it from me, right? Answer now."

She nodded again. (GLORIA: +2SP) (-11SP)

"Right. Here is the most important question. Did you tell that to Maria?"

She just stared at me, looking more and more defiant. I think the initial shock was wearing off by now. Time for drastic measures.

With my other hand I started opening up her blouse.

"Hey! Wait, what are you-"

"Shut up, you horny little brat."

And she did actually shut up. (GLORIA: +4SP) (-7SP) There was also noticeable increase in her breathing.

I pulled her blouse open, and just pulled her bra down. She was all red now, and had trouble talking or fighting back.

There they were, her little b-sized breasts. I gave the left one a big old squeeze.

She voiced a soft little moan.

Oh yeah. I just remembered. I still had no idea who other people were in the office right now. I had gotten into this so fast. Better finish it fast too, before someone comes in or the voices get louder. But for some reason, it felt like Gloria was working together here with me. She tried to be quiet too.

I decided to go for it. I gave her nipple a really good twist. Her expression told me that it was really painful, but she didn't let out a single sound. I was certain now. She wanted this on some level.

"Listen. The next twist is not going to be as fun. It will be really, really painful. But you can stop it. Answer me now."

She kept breathing kinda loud. There was no defiant look anymore. But she didn't answer either. I really didn't want to twist her nipple harder, she could actually scream. But I had to bluff, so I slowly started turning her nipple, and...

"No. I didn't tell mom. Let me go. Please." (GLORIA: +5SP) (-2SP)

I took a good look at her. I don't think she was lying.

"Keep it that way."

I let go of her. Her hands immediately raced to her bra and blouse, putting them back on. She shot an angry look at me, like she was trying to kill me with her eyes. Then she stormed out of the kitchen.

Should I be worried? That she was going tattle about this now?

I really didn't know. She kept giving me mixed signals all over the place. It's like she wanted what just happened, but then she didn't? Or was it all a part of some complex game she was playing?

Right now, I had no other choice but to let it go for now. I had to focus on Lana and...

Oh yeah, I should always check my app after confrontations like these. There could always be a...

Oh, indeed there was. A new trait. For Gloria Diamanti.

-BRAT-

ROUTE A -JUSTICE

-I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL-

The subject will start to do misdemeanors around the user, with the subconsicous hope that the user will punish them. The user's punishments can be above what the subject's current submission score would allow, and the subject will fairly easily agree to them. This does not mean they will agree to every type of punishments, but it will be harder for them to fight back.

ROUTE B -REGRESSION

-LIKE OMG-

The subject will start dressing more like their mental age, a sluttish teenager. They do know that their new attire will not be appropriate for their age or in most situations, but they will find a way reasoning for their own behavior. For example: "I don't want to dress like a boring adult, I'm more still young at heart". Getting used to their new attire and people's reactions to them will likely be embarassing for them.

At crossroads again, huh?