Brooke

Miranda

Short waify girl, wavy brunette hair, pierced nose, beanie.

Green Smock didn’t look all that impressive to me, when I saw her. But Brett seemed to think she would be useful in helping Thetis fix the city. His constant yammering about discrimination was finally starting to make sense to me. He’d changed in that hospital. I could feel it, maybe that collar zapped a spine into him. I could feel that too, he wasn’t going to let himself be taken advantage of by women like daisy any more. Sure he always got a little worked up, and alpha male during sex, but I could finally feel it coming from him in everyday life.

I squeezed my thighs together, savoring the slightest sensation. I had to focus. Just thinking of how manly and dominating he was becoming was getting me a little worked up. I didn't see why everyone in the city, (even me once) was so worked up about men dominating society, it was kind of hot!

“I figured you were too shy, so I thought I’d come up to you myself.” Green Smock smiled down at me. I was sitting at a table, sipping my coffee, and every once in a while casting a look her way. She had a sweet smile that seemed to think her very presence was a gift for me.

Blech.

Dig down deep Miranda. Try to summon up some memories of what it was like when you really really liked women. Mmm pussy, mmm soft skin… mmm no body hair. “What makes you think I wanted to talk? Maybe I was just admiring your beauty from a far.” I sipped my coffee. “Gotta say, you’ve kind of ruined it now by yakking.” I cast her a playful look so she knew I wasn’t serious even though… a little.

She smiled in faux offense. “Can I take your cup?” She reached for my still half filled cup to take it away. To punish me.

I grabbed her wrist gently, but firmly. “I’m not done.” There was a calm in my voice that let her know that this wasn’t a playful back in forth. I was in control. I sipped from my coffee slowly, as I looked up at her. My lips pressed against the cup carefully stamping it with my lipstick. My hand let go of her wrist and slowly slid down to her hand, taking possession of it, I rubbed it gently as I sipped my coffee. Then when I set the cup down, I pressed my wet lips to her hand, stamping it now. Like she was my territory.

“N-now are you done?” There was a hitch to her voice. Turned on so easily, what a skank. I can't believe Brett was making me do this. No he wasn't making me. He didn't own me or anything. I could have said no. We just needed to sleep with this girl for his plan... it was a good plan... whatever it was. But Brett wasn't making me do this, I wanted to help, and sleeping with this ugly tart was how I could help. I guess.

“Yes.” I held the cup for her other hand to take, which she did. “Now let’s go back to my place.”

She smiled, then frowned. “Umm, my shift doesn’t end for a few hours.”

I ran my tongue along the inside of her fingers, and just looked up at her. “You really think I’ll be horny for you then?”

She whimpered. “Maybe you can hang around here? I have a break in an hour.”

I dropped her hand. “I’m leaving, and you better be walking behind me when I do.”

She bit her lip. After that I got up, and I could feel her watching me leave. I’d worn a dress that was maybe… a little much, but she seemed to like the way it hugged my butt. “Jackie!” I heard her call to someone in the back. “I’m not feeling well, I’m going home!”

Bingo.

Brett

Okay I sent Miranda out to work on Brooke for a bit, which really only left me with one option. Try and push Daisy as far as I could. Even at her current score she’d still been willful enough to try and get Jasmine to stop me. Couldn’t have that. I needed to take her all the way this time.

*Knock knock knock*

That was my door.

I opened it up, slowly, and saw two women in wet suits on the other side. “Welcome to Miranda’s apartment. The mistress is not in right now.” Nice act right? The mail woman ate it up.

“Brett Fischer.” One of them gruffed. “Come with us.”

And I did.

Because they had guns, and those always make me so much more agreeable. Off to Thetis for my execution! It’d been a blast. Maybe I’d make a run for it when we got to the streets, but that didn’t seem likely.

Then to my very big surprise, they took me to Jasmine's apartment. They brought me up the floor, opened her front door, and shoved me inside. There on the inside, was my goddess laying on the couch, with a blanket covering her. “Morning Brett.”

“You have goons now?”

“They need to protect the baby.” She said simply, then tilted her head.

We stood awkwardly for a few moments staring at each other. “What do you want? Did you have another dream of me?”

She blushed, so cutely. “No!” Her answer was a little too fast. Her current score, for those of you keeping track at home, -27. And she invited me here, big mistake. She was going to be bowing at my feet before I'd even chosen her trainer. “I need to get dressed.” She said, quite in control. “What should I wear?”

Oh man, I almost came. This app was a cool as it was evil. “Why are you asking me?” My smile ruined it! I’m not a very good actor. I obviously knew what the reason was, not that she would ever be able to guess magical app on my watch.

“Well um…” She really did know. “Men spend their whole lives fantasying about what women look like, so why shouldn’t I ask advice from you?”

“That makes sense.” Yeah right. “Well I appreciate you coming to me for this, and I hope this can be the beginning of us at least repairing our friendship, but you’re right. I have no rights over you, you’re not my possession. I shouldn’t be the one to decide what you wear. Those choices should come from your own mind and genius.”

She blushed and gritted her teeth at me, annoyed that I was agreeing with her at the worst time. “But I’m asking for your opinion, so it’s okay.”

(Brooke Filmore +3)(-22SP)

“I don’t know. I feel like even subjecting your thought process to some sick male ideal of what a woman should dress like, would be tainting your thought process. I respect you as a woman, and as a person who no longer holds any relevance to my life. You make the decision.”

She was gritting her teeth some more. “But I really want to hear what you think I should wear.”

I acted like a thought just dawned on me. I smiled and squinted at her. “You can’t make a decision can you?”

(Brooke Filmore +3)(-19SP)

“Of course I can! I just wanted to know what you think, since we used to be married. It makes sense that I would… get your opinion before a date or something. You know this is classic male thing, a woman asks for your opinion and you just assume it’s because we can’t do it for ourselves. As if asking for help is a sign of weakness!”

She was so naked under that blanket. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I should go. I’m just upsetting you.”

“No no!” She sat up, keeping the blanket clutched to her body. “You’re not upsetting me, don’t go. I still need to hear what I should wear.”

“So you admit, that my opinion has value?”

She sighed. “Yes your opinion has value.” (Jasmine Fischer +1)(-26SP) Oh baby! I was on the board! Yum yum yum, that was the sweetest point of submission I’d ever tasted. “So what should I wear?”

“I don’t know. What are you wearing right now? Drop the blanket.”

“No.” She clutched it tighter. “Just like, Pajamas.”

“Oh come on! I’m not stupid, I know you’re naked under there. I can see your shoulders. What’s going on?”

(Brooke Filmore +3)(-16SP)

(Miranda Hari +3)(65SP)

“Nothing’s going on? Can’t a woman ask her ex-husband what she should wear while laying naked underneath a blanket?”

“Admit that you can’t make this decision on your own.”

“Of course I can, it’s just clothes!”

“Good!” I stomped over towards the door. “Then have fun getting dressed.”

“Wait stop! Just tell me what to wear, you used to like dressing me up.”

I turned around, and crossed my arms. “And you used to like me. You can’t just keep playing with me Jasmine, you either want me in your life or you don’t. I haven’t bothered you since I went to your apartment that one time. You’re the one who keeps coming to me. If you’re going to keep treating me this way I don’t want it, okay? Now I’m going home. If you want to hang out normally, just let me know.”

“I haven’t gotten dressed for three days, okay?” Oh, there was a wonderful shift in her voice. From hard confidence to ashamed fear. “Every time I look at my closet my mind just goes blank, and I think ‘Brett will tell me what to wear.’ Are you happy?” (Jasmine Fischer +3SP)(-23SP)

Very happy. She’d been lounging around for three days naked, before she finally gave in and called me. That must have been a sight. A sexy sexy sight. But how would the character of Brett react to that? The abused, and captured boyfriend who didn’t have magical powers? “Har har, real funny. I still have real emotions for you Jasmine, and you’re being so cruel.”

“No I’m serious! I can’t get dressed without you telling me what to wear. I don’t know why but… I think I feel guilty maybe? Just tell me to wear… um…” She snapped her fingers, at a lost for a word. “Those blue things that go around your legs?”

(Brooke Filmore +6)(-10SP)

(Miranda Hari)(+4)(69SP) Nice

“Jeans?”

“That it!” She nodded. “Tell me to wear… um… those, and umm…” She chewed on her nail. “A chest thingy, it goes over your arms. I had it just a minute ago.”

“A bra?”

“I don’t…”

“A shirt?”

“Yeah yeah, a um, chest thingy yeah.”

“A shirt.” Too fun. She wasn’t even allowed to give me suggestions for what she should wear, the words would just vanish from her mind. “Well are you going anywhere today?”

“To see Thetis.”

Jackpot.

“Jean booty shorts, and a white t-shirt tied up just under your breasts. No bra, you gotta show off those big round motherly teats to Thetis, and you’re going to go barefoot, of course.”

Her jaw dropped open. “I-I can’t see Thetis like that! What will she think?”

“She’ll think ‘I can’t wait until she gets a belly so I can see the full effect of this outfit.”

“You’re crazy. Pick something else.”

“Okay. You’re going to go see her naked.”

“Brett!”

“What? You don’t have to do what I say.”

She looked away, so cutely. God I love this woman. “Yes I do.” She tried to sneak it out, to say it without being heard.

“What was that?” I heard.

“I said I do! So pick something normal for me to wear, or I’m going to shock your face off!” (Jasmine Fischer+2)(SP-21)

“Well then you’ll never get dressed. If I’m dead.” I didn’t actually know if the perks of the app lasted after my ****, but neither did she.

“I… that’s… I would get dressed eventually.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’d be so torn up by your beloved husband’s ****, that you became a nudist forever.”

“It’d be worth it just so I’d never have to listen to you again.”

“So you’re going to see Thetis in the nude then?”

She bared her teeth at me. “I’ll reschedule for another day.”

“So you’re going to see her naked, on that day then. Because ah, today, tomorrow, or next month, you’re not wearing a stitch of clothing I don’t approve of.”

Her face mangled with panic, the sudden cosmic truth of that statement hitting her. “What do you want?”

“I want you to beg me, to dress you like barefoot pregnant trailer trash.”

“Brett.” She whined, not sounding dominant at all now. “I love her.”

I smiled. “Well I love you, and I think you’ll look cute. So if she loves you too, you should be fine.”

“You’re a clown.”

“Honk honk. Maybe you should dress as a clown.”

“Please, please, please let me wear that outfit you suggested from earlier.” (Jasmine Fischer +3)(-18SP)

I shook my head, and crossed my arms. “You don’t beg on your butt, you beg on your knees.”

She gulped, but got down. (Jasmine Fischer -2SP)(-16SP) “Please let me wear that outfit Brett, please please.”

“Drop the blanket.”

She gasped as she looked up at me. She could hardly believe the demand. “You, you!”

“Pig, monkey, man, I get it. We’re married, I’ve tasted the inside of your asshole. Get rid of the blanket.”

She burned with impotent rage, and looked like she was going to rip the blanket in half, before she discarded it to the side. “Happy?”

“Of course. Seeing you naked is one of life’s true delights. Now you were saying?”

(Brooke Filmore +3SP)(-7SP)

(Brooke Filmore +2SP)(-5SP)

(Brooke Filmore +2SP)(-3SP)

(Miranda Hari +1)(70SP)

(Brooke Filmore +3)(0SP)

What the hell were those two doing?

She covered her breasts, and nips, and that was fine. I knew what they looked like. “Please Brett, just let me wear the outfit you wanted me to wear. I’m begging you. I’m naked, and I’m begging you.”

“What outfit? Describe it.”

“Please let me wear a pair of cut off jean booty shorts, and a shirt tied up under my breasts.”

“And why do you want to wear it?”

“Because it’s better than being naked!” She snapped, but a quick glare from her caused her to lower her head. “Because I’ll look cute in it.”

“Mmm I don’t know about that, it’s a pretty trashy outfit. What would you want to wear a trashy outfit?”

She sighed, looked at the ground, then up at me with her big brown eyes. “Please Brett, let me wear the smallest shorts possible, so I can show Thetis my wide child bearing hips.” She was using her sexy voice. “And please please pretty please, let me wear a shirt, and tie it up right under my breasts so everyone can gawk at them before they get big and saggy. Please Brett I want to look so trashy today.” (Jasmine Fischer +3SP)(-13SP)

The girl was a natural! God damn. We’d done the sex too much, and too often, she knew exactly what I wanted. And who was I, a mere man to deny such a heartfelt and slutty request. “That’s more like it, I really feel like my input is being considered and appreciated. Fine, I’ll let you wear it. “ I tilted my head. “Now let’s get you dressed.”

Congratulations!

You've gained 75 Points with Jasmine Fischer in a single day. A new bonus has been added to Jasmine Fischer.

Vocab Lock

The subject's Vocabulary page has been opened up to you. This let's you decide what words your subject uses like "Tits" instead of breasts, "Master" instead of your name, or "Bitch" Instead of me. You can choose what words the character has in their vocab, trimming it down to just a few words, or simply taking out a few words. You also have the option to make the subject aware of these changes or not. And much much more!

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Congratulations!

New Trait Unlocked

**** To Fashion

Condition: Clothing was used to gain submission points on this subject.

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Route A

Fashion Disaster

The subject develops incredibly bad luck when it comes to their clothing. They will constantly be catching their pants on nails, spilling water on their shirts, buttons fly off, nip slips, anything and everything to make the subject feel like they'd be better of naked. When the Subject is in the presence of the user, they will more likely than not suffer from some sort of wardrobe malfunction that leaves them exposed and embarrassed.

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Route B

Clothes Make The Man

If the clothing the subject is wearing clothing that is associated with a certain role, the subject will be more willing to act in accordance with that roll. If they're wearing a maid outfit they'll suddenly become a neat freak. If they're dressed like a cook, they'll cook. If they're wearing a **** collar, well you get the idea.

Guys, from here on out, we're rippin'. Straight to the end.

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