DS - In charge

FUTA has advanced to its third week. So far, the show is a success. The most recent game aired live on ESPN. Extremely sexy ads for FUTA are all over the place. The drama, soccer, and horny advertising have created considerable buzz, and everyone on social media has an opinion about FUTA. Some think the way that there are almost no men involved in the whole thing is super feminist. Others say that objectifying the players is bad.

Your mind is on other things.

Your team has done well. You have won two of your three games, including the most recent one just an hour ago.

The more practice you get, the better you become at being a dom. You’ve learned that most of the time… less is more. You have also gained a lot of confidence, and something of a reputation at FUTA.

Ela is a committed sub, and Riona is a horny slut who gets off hard on roleplay, but they aren’t the only ones anymore. It turns out there are a lot of girls at FUTA who are feeling serious stress, not only from the pressures of the game, but the pressures of being celebrities. Sometimes the best way to relax is to give up all control.

You aren’t just the dom for your collared slaves anymore, you’re the dom for your whole team, and now several players from other teams… which is tricky, because helping them manage their stress makes them stronger opponents. At the same time, you feel like you are performing an important service for FUTA and for those girls.

Fame and social media are dangerous. If you can help them think more clearly and not be overwhelmed, you should do it. Even if it causes you to lose a game here and there… although you definitely prefer the Lodge to loser camp.

The Lodge is where you are now, in the dining room with your team, and Tiff. You’re standing up at the end of the table.

“Great job, everyone,” you say. Except for Viti, whose concentration was poor tonight, but you aren’t going to call her out in front of everyone. You don’t have to call her out at all. She knows that she made mistakes, and Tiff will address them.

“We killed it,” you say, and your team cheers. You raise your glass of water like for a toast. “So let’s all relax this weekend and not work too hard. We’ll have a meeting on Sunday afternoon. Thanks so much, everyone.”

Tiff watches you suspiciously. She’s not complaining about your leadership or the results that you are getting, but… she knows there’s more going on.

Later, as you’re getting ready to go upstairs, she stops you.

“Riley,” she whispers in your ear.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

“No. Everything’s going great,” she mutters. “But there are rumors.”

“Rumors about who?”

“About you.”

You smile at her and give her the look that works so well for you lately. She blushes but stands her ground.

“Riley, listen. I know that you are very popular right now and it’s gone to your head. But FUTA is not the same as these girls. If you bring negative press to the show, there will be consequences,” she warns.

“Negative press?”

“People are already complaining that the show is too sexy,” Tiff says, putting her hands on her hips. As she does, her magnificent chest jiggles visibly under her white shirt. What a hypocrite.

“No such thing as too sexy,” you say, and go upstairs.