FOLLOW YOUR GUTS

It probably surprised Ulla, but I was driving this time.

After we made our harrowing escape from that slow-as-fuck cop, I didn’t feel like spending time wondering whether she would obey me or not. I just needed to hit the gas.

But… It actually worked out better this way.

I didn’t have to give Ulla directions to our next hotspot… So I actually had a chance to surprise her. Which wasn’t a bad thing in this case.

When we were sufficiently far away from the park, I finally let myself relax. I turned around to look at Ulla on the seat next to me.

I could actually see my dirty shoeprint on her face. Something I had dreamed about for years. It was so very… appropriate, somehow.

She was still breathing hard. Partly from running, partly from her never-ending pussy heat. She was so dazed, she didn’t even bother looking at herself from the mirror and wiping that shoe stain off her face.

She was holding her arms together, shaking like a leaf and giving off so much heat that the window next to her was fogging up. Yeah, it looked like fever.

Sex fever.

“Hey… I remember you saying something about being a… ‘lesbian’? So what does ‘lesbian’ mean exactly? You are attracted to women and… men’s shoes?”

“Shut. Up. Shutup. Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutup,” she mumbled like a crazy person.

“Wow. You really like those minus points, do ya? Should we just call it a day? I can start asking resumes from some more talented writers… And you’ll find some nice position in the garbage industry. Probably.”

She slowly turned to me. “Isn’t… What I’ve done already… w-worth anything? WHY do you keep pushing me and pushing me and pushing me and-“

Shit. Her submissive side was starting to disappear. Maybe I had been pushing her too hard? I needed to change my tactics. Just a bit.

“Because you need to learn your place in my organization,” I interrupted her. “Simple as that. I wouldn’t be pushing you or devoting this much time to you unless I knew you had the proper potential.”

I looked her up and down. Lecherously.

“P-potential? F-for what?”

“You’re still not being the best version of you, Ulla. You’re still trying to be this all-commanding bitch, that nobody likes. But… I know there’s a submissive little sexkitten in there. And I’m going to dig her out.” I placed my hand on her naked knee, dangerously close to her crotch. She shook, and swallowed like she was dying of thirst. “No matter how deep and hard I have to penetrate.”

I patted her knee two times. She let out a small, **** squeak both times.

Then I let her go.

No matter what her mouth said… Her eyes spoke a different language.

They were disappointed to see my hand go.

I wouldn’t **** myself on her. What’s the fun in that?

She needed to come to me on her own, and I would more than happily pick up the shattered pieces of her personality then. And remake her.

Or something. You never know how these things go.

Damn her knee was hot. I had to double-check my hand that I didn’t get any burn marks.

“All that backtalk just now… It was worth five minus points. But don’t worry. We’re going somewhere right now, where you’ll be given the chance to earn a lot of plus points. But this might be the last chance to you get. Do you understand me?”

“…y-yes…. B… boss,” she sulked.

“I’m not seeing a smile...”

She took a deep breath, **** that stupid smile on her face, and repeated her words with chirpier tone. “Yes… Boss!”

“That’s more like it. And this better be the last fucking time I have to mention this.”

“Yes… Boss!”

It was almost comical how fast the smile disappeared and reappeared on her face whenever she had to say those words.

But for now… Things quieted down in the car. All expect her almost pornographic breathing.

We hit the traffic lights. I took a chance to finish the one thing I didn’t have time to in the park.

The newest trait.

So… Should I make the other one my disciple, who would **** the other one to join as well? Or just make them both slowly grow into my bullshit with the pleasure/displeasure conditioning?

…Eh, I like the slow stuff. I can’t deny that.

Route B it is. Again.

I was starting to feel sad for the amount of times I had dissed Route A at this point, but hey, give me better options and I might reconsider.

Abigail and Kara… Shit… My dick was still so hard about what I made them do… For fuck’s sake, my dick was still super hard about what I made Lana and Sophie do…

The last time I ejaculated, it was all over Gretchen, multiple times, during last night’s session.

I think I needed to cum.

At this point though… I didn’t just want to cum. I wanted to make it epic.

I looked over at Ulla, in her delicious and sexy bunny outfit…

I wanted to soil that thing with my sticky, manly cum. So bad.

But. Not yet. Not yet.

This needed to happen just right.

And if I didn’t get to cum… My brain might not work right. I would need it for this night’s operations, in case something went terribly wrong…

So I really, really needed to make this work.

Just a few hundred meters now…

Even Ulla was waking from her daze. She recognized the surroundings.

She knew where we were.

I parked the car. Right in front of her apartment building.

The reaction from her was visceral and immediate.

“No. No. NO! NO! I REFUSE! YOU WILL N…. N…. NOT INVOLVE HENRIKA IN THIS! …I ….I…” she was so shaken she was almost pulling her hair out. “I… Q-Q-QUIT!”

…

Umm….

Okay…

I didn’t quite expect this…

I mean her submission score was +69!

Nobody refused me at +69!

I mean what did the app say again?

“60 to 80 = This person gets sexual pleasure from taking commands from you. The person is almost afraid to make their own decisions anymore.”

…Sexual pleasure? I think I may have completely forgotten that part… But then again, it made sense, when you looked at all the women following my orders at that stage of their development… It usually probably got lost under all the other sexual pleasure traits they had at that point…

But still! “Almost afraid”? She was completely afraid to make decisions for herself! Not to even mention going against me!

Was messing with Henrika such a huge red flag for her, that it went over everything else?

Or… was the red flag… that she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of Henrika? Break the dynamic between the two?

…yeah, that was probably it.

Henrika might have been the last person on Earth she wanted to see her wearing that.

That was the line she couldn’t cross.

Her eyes were almost mad with rage. She clenched her teeth together, like she was ready to take a bite out of me.

This situation just took a bad turn… And I had to be really careful with my words.

…

Shit… Nothing was coming to me…

There was no submission on her face, just rage… And it wasn’t dying down either.

She was fucking determined right now.

And she had just called my bluff. Any attempt to persuade her with the loss of her job… It probably wouldn’t work anymore.

What else was there?

Did she just beat me?

…Should I just fire her?

Well… technically, I couldn’t fire her, I didn’t have the actual authority to do that… And people would start asking questions real soon… And she would tell people that she got fired… It could turn into a big shitshow, with Maria eventually finding out….

Fuck…. Did I really have to back down, just as we got to this p-

Then I saw her. My saving angel.

A big grin appeared on my face, as I quickly stepped out of the car.

“Henrika!”

The blonde woman carrying a grocery bag turned to me.

Ulla’s rage turned into shock, and she quickly dove against the carseat to hide from her wife.

“Jack! What are you doing here?” the naïvely optimistic woman asked me with a huge smile on her face. “I believe Ulla is still at work, are you trying to…”

“No no, you got me wrong. I’m not here to see Ulla. You’re here to see her.”

“I don’t- quite under-“

“You will! Very soon!”

And then… I opened up the car door in front of her.

There, sprawled on the carseat…. Was her wife wearing the most lewd bunnysuit possible, sweating like a pervert with all sorts of earthly grime stuck to her face and body.

Henrika gasped and dropped her bag.

Ulla tried smiling awkwardly. “H-Hi… H-Honey…”

I picked up Henrika’s bag, handing it back to the stunned woman.

“What do you say we all go upstairs? There’s a really funny explanation for all of this,” I smirked arrogantly.