Beginnings of a Wednesday

I opened the locked cage, pulling out the tied-together mass of Anna and Lana. They smelled exceedingly foul. Just sweat, fish and female arousal.

I untied them, but their bodies were still sticking together from all the liquids. And neither one of them was able to walk for a good while. The circulation was all gone.

I offered the pair a bowl of water. They happily lapped away from it. Like a couple of dogs.

Kinda weird. Despite all the moisture they generated in the cage, they looked like they were dying of thirst. What? Pussyjuice not good enough for them?

I could easily keep playing with them. But two nights in a row... I think we all needed a break. And they needed to prepare for Thursday.

Lana finally received her work clothes back. Sure, they were stenchy as Hell, since Anna was wearing them all day and didn’t have time to wash them, and they day previous to that they were on Lana. When she almost ejaculated into them.

So yeah. They were a bit crusty. But I had a feeling Lana was happy to wear anything.

To almost feel like a normal human again.

As for Anna... It was time for a wardrobe change. And I had plenty to choose from. I had extensively picked out my favorite outfits from the Sex Pit already.

For today... She would wear this.

She stared at her new suit in horror.

She got on her knees, looking pleadingly at me.

”Pl-please master... It was- It was a miracle I wasn’t fired on Monday. Please reconsider!”

I just smirked.

”To be honest, hot shot... I don’t really care if you’re fired or not. As long as you make my cock stand... that’s good enough,” I answered her with brutal honesty. ”You can keep raising awareness against the objectification of women or whatever.”

I’d make her go naked to work if possible. But something told me that was a bad idea.

At least for now.

And, if she did get fired... I’d just hire her back once the place was mine.

Or I wouldn’t. Maybe I’d hire some other sexy photographer and just make her permanent job as my cockwarmer. All the same to me.

It took full fifteen minutes for Anna-Marie to successfully stuff her voluptuous body in the outfit. Lana had to help pushing her into the thing. It was at least a size too small. Made Anna-Marie burst out in just the right places.

When the women were finally dressed, they looked to me.

”What?”

”...A-Aren’t you...” Lana carefully started.

”Wait, did you guys expect me to drive you to work? Fuck that. We better go in separate times. You can just leave now.”

Lana and Anna muttered a small, impromptu ”thank you” as they scuttled out of my apartment. Before Lana closed the door, she turned around and gave me a weird look. It lasted long enough that I had to react to it.

”What?” I asked, trying to sound angry.

”M-master, these... three days... I...”

I approached the door. She was clearly working up to something.

She finally steeled herself. ”No... these last three weeks... You have used me... abused me... like nobody ever has. Tr-Treated me like garbage... ripped my-my world apart... Completely destroyed my sense of who I am...”

What... was this?

Was she... fighting back?

At +97?

”Get to the point, ****,” I interrupted her rant.

She looked into my eyes. ”I think I lo-love you. Sir. Master.”

...

Whew. Oh boy.

...

Some awkward staring ensued.

She kept her eyes on mine. No matter how scary it was for her, no matter how much she just wanted look at the floor right now.

This had happened before. With Gretchen.

It was some deep Stockholm syndrome. I just never knew it was this prevalent.

But in Gretchen’s case we were both able to pretend like it never happened.

This was different. Lana fiercely wanted this to happen.

Damn.

Is this what she wanted? To ruin my fun? Make me feel bad about things I’m doing to her?

No way. I refuse.

The love was not mutual. She was my plaything now.

I loved her the way anyone could love a sextoy. She gave me pleasure, and I was grateful. That’s it.

If I gave into this any further, I couldn’t keep dragging her to further and further humiliations without regret. I didn’t want to lose that.

I gathered myself and patted her on the head. She instinctively leaned into my hand, and dared to smile a little.

Damn. She looked so... sweet on my palm.

My face turned dead serious, and I grabbed her by the hair. ”Those are just words. I need you to prove it to me. With actions. Again. And again.”

Her throat moved, as she swallowed in fright. But soon she nodded. Vigorously.

I withdrew my hand, and slowly closed the door on her confused face.

Well then... Time to forget that ever happened, and move on with the rest of the day.

...

...Right?

I was driving to the office now. It was nearly 11 AM.

In olden days Gretchen would have fired me on the spot if I turned up this late.

Not to speak of the fact that this was the publishing week. Basically everything should be ready for this month’s issue on Friday. Usually our most work loaded week.

But my job was delegated to Lana. And this week was way more relaxed than other publishing weeks. Normally Gretchen would whip us into fixing and correcting the articles over and over again until they were perfect. This time... She didn’t seem to care.

Which was more than fine with me. This issue didn’t need to be good. You can call this a transitional piece-of-shit issue if you wanted to. The only article that mattered was the one I shot last Friday.

Lana would focus on that now. Hopefully her bondage experience with Anna would help her get to the tone of the article better.

If not... Well, there were several other ways to put her in the right mood.

So... it was Wednesday. What should be on my agenda?

The big planned day for the Maria-operation was Thursday.

Everything was rolling on as I hoped. Lana’s sister was now on board. Lana would send her the video material on Friday.

This was not going to be easy. A lot of things was based on the assumption I made about her personality. And sexuality. But somehow it just felt I was right. If I wasn’t... In that case we might have to get Hayley involved, and start digging through Diamanti family secrets.

But I wanted to do it like this. This was the most fun way. Plus the best way to embarrass Maria. And I really wanted to see it happen.

It was what she deserved.

But today? Man, I had no idea. I definitely wanted to test out Ulla’s new trait upgrade. I wanted to see it in action.

And I should probably start my work on Teresa. Teresa needed to be on board about the naughty pictures for the bdsm-article. I still had no idea about the best way to do that.

Gloria would still be wearing her plug. I probably needed to check on that.

This should be a fairly drama-free day.

This evening, on the other hand... The evening was pretty booked. There was something special I really wanted to get my hands into. Today.

My phone buzzed.

A new message.

It was from... Alexa?

One of the three redheaded models from last Friday?

What was her deal again... she was a newbie in the biz, right? Newbie with a hot, shapely, red-hot body.

”I have a new job offer. Can I accept?”, read the message.

...

Why on Earth would she...

Oh wait... This had to do with... her lock, right?

Career lock, wasn’t it? She wasn’t allowed to take new jobs without my permission?

Okay then.

I needed to know about the job, of course.

”Tell me about it,” I messaged her.

”It’s for H&M. I’d be modeling coats. It’s a big opportunity,” she answered.

Right.

So... what do I care about any of this?

Am I interested her in any way? Do I want to **** her to beg for the job?

Like Bonnie, she was mostly a side-dish for me. Someone I didn’t want to invest in fully. Yeah fucking her was great, but there were like well above ten other bitchy women I wanted to make submit. I didn’t have the time for everyone.

...

At the very least, I could make her career a little more interesting, right?

I’d enjoy watching her model... or do... some other stuff instead.

”Modeling coats... That’s a little too high class for you. I won’t allow it. Try finding something more sleazy.”

A minute later, she texted back.

”Please.”

Haha. I think she wrote something nasty first, or maybe multiple times, before she realized she really shouldn’t piss me off. In the end, she could only manage a small ”please.”

What should I...

Fuck it. Let’s just go nuts. Who cares.

”Send me a video of you sucking a dildo for 4 hours. I want you to really gargle and deepthroat the thing. Every 15 minutes stop and say ’I wish this was Jack Dingle’, and then keep going. Also spank your ass every three minutes for daring to question my order. Then I might reconsider your H&M job application.”

Sent.

Naturally, she didn’t answer back.

Would she do it? Maybe, maybe not.

It’d be pretty fun if she does, though.

I guess it depends on how important the job is for her.

Another message? Oh, but this wasn’t from Alexa.

It was Janice.

”We need to talk. Come over.”

Oh my. How formal. And she wasn’t calling me every bad name in the English language.

I guess the desperation was setting in. Her newest trait.

The excessive need for me to pinch her nipples.

But this was not nearly **** enough.

I wanted to drive her mad with the desire for me to do that.

So I just ignored the message, not even answering back.

Better let that develop on its own.

I reached our floor without issues.

There was a part of me that wanted to go straight to Gretchen’s office and start squeezing her D-sized mammaries again. But. It was better the less I was seen with her.

I had to assume that everything with Maria proceeded correctly. The order I gave to Gretchen was to contact me only if there was a hitch. Since no contact... Things were probably fine.

I should find out later today.

So I entered the writer’s room.

All three women were there.

Lana in her three-day old outfit, looking at me like a frightened deer. Already blushing, probably reminiscing about her embarrassing confession to me this morning. Sophie was looking fairly frazzled as well, but she stood up almost immediately as I came in.

Oh God. She wanted to talk with me.

Ulla gave me only a sideway glance, returning back to her furious writing.

Was she doing another of her stupid feminist articles for this magazine? Who the Hell okayed that?

I was walking towards Ulla, until Sophie blocked me.

”What?” I asked frustratedly.

She almost whispered. ”Can we talk in private?”

I sighed.

I could’ve just pushed her aside.

But come to think of it, I needed a test subject.

”Sophie, what’s your views of feminism?” I asked.

She was a little put off by the sudden question. ”I... It’s very important, of course. Super important. Feminists will define this century, and I proudly call myself one. Why?”

I smirked. ”Let’s put that to test, shall we?”