Fifty Shades of Grey

You've already done a lot of the marketing for Fifty Shades of Grey and you figure you might as well release it as soon as it's done. Wonder Woman vs Captain Marvel gets pushed back 6 weeks. Even though it probably doesn't matter, as the rules you've written will make any movie a critical success, you can only focus on one at a time, and at this time, that movie is Fifty Shades of Grey.

In the months since you've become a world-famous Hollywood producer, you've been to numerous red-carpet premieres, but none quite like this. For starters, it's not a red-carpet, it's a grey-carpet. That's how much clout you have in Hollywood. A tradition in the film industry was changed, just to promote your movie. Everyone at the premiere is also wearing grey. All the staff, all the reporters, even the other celebrities. In fact, the place is full of celebrities. Manheim Productions has such prestige within the movie industry that basically every single person in Hollywood is there, trying to catch your eye, so that you'll put them in your next film.

You are excited about tonight. Tonight is the night you will finally fuck the queen of the feminists, Emma Watson. She's been degraded, humiliated and hopefully, she's learned her place, soon, she will be yours, and yours alone. First though, you have a premiere to go to. Most people arrived in limousines, but you decided to drive one of your supercars. What's the point in having them if you don't drive them? You have timed your arrival so that you arrive exactly twenty minutes before the arrival of Emma and Henry. After answering some banal questions from the media, the two stars arrive and Henry emerges from the limo, holding a leash and leading Emma. He quickly heads over to you and hands you the leash.

For the next two hours you make friendly chitchat with the reporters, smile for the cameras and just generally deal with the media, all the while Emma is standing silently beside you, gagged, collared, leashed and wearing colossal high-heels.

When it's finally time for the movie to start, you file inside the theatre, along with the critics, celebrities and reporters. The movie is a great success. Enthralling from start to finish. The theatre is quiet. Halfway through, you feel Emma tapping on your arm from the seat next to you. She is pointing at her mouth and miming drinking, she's thirsty. You slowly remove her gag, watching threads of saliva come away with it. You hand her a drink bottle filled with a mixture of your saliva and cum. "That's all you get." You say quietly. She sucks on it for a few minutes, then hands it back to you. You gag her again and go back to watching your masterpiece being unveiled. The movie does not shy away from being sexual. There are more full-frontal nude scenes than you can count, half a dozen BDSM **** scenes, over a dozen sex scenes (most of them in positions straight out of the Kama Sutra) and of course, the bukkake scene. This is the climax of the movie. Christian Grey is trying to close a business deal that could make-or-break his company, so in order to help close it, he lets the executives of the client company face-fuck his bondage ****, Anastasia Steele, played by Emma. It truly is a thing of beauty.

The movie finishes and you receive a standing ovation. You take a little bow, do another round of interviews and then head home, Emma in tow. You might be a misogynist, but you're not a criminal, you want to make sure you have consent, and besides, it's so much better that way. As you pull your car into your driveway, you turn to Emma.
"Well Emma," you say, "Now that the movie has released your contract is fulfilled and you're technically no longer my employee." Emma's face turns to one of relief and confusion as she moves to get out of the car. "You are no longer my employee, but I do hope you have learned something through the experience of making this movie. I hope you have learned your place, and the place of all women. You are no longer the Women's Goodwill Ambassador, you have been seen on pretty much every news channel in the world being led on a leash like a dog, and you've just released a movie that features you doing unspeakable things. You will never be able to go back to your old life. Your reputation as a women's rights advocate is in tatters. Fifty Shades of Grey is a phenomenal success, you could take that success and try to act in other films, but you will never rehabilitate your image. Some people may understand, most will not. So you now have a choice Emma, you can leave, and never act in a Manheim Film again, and your life will never be the way it was, or you can come upstairs and become my own personal Anastasia Steele. I have a master/**** contract already written up and my lawyers tell me it's quite iron-clad. I will not **** you to sign anything. You are free to leave if you wish. This offer is good for ten minutes, after that, you can no longer accept. I hope to see you inside shortly."

With that, you get out of your car, and head inside, leaving Emma with a lot to ponder, and a slightly pained expression on her face.