Gretchen-Day

Finally, it was friday.

If this was going to work, there was no room for subtlety anymore. It was time to cross the Rubicon.

Since Gretchen left early every day, that meant she had to substitute her workaholism some other way. She probably came in earlier than anybody else. And considering that right now she probably had trouble sleeping with the confliction I'd given her... Well it was a good enough guess to at least check out.

So I got in early. Like super super early. Earlier than normal people would ever even wake up. And then, time to wait. There was a nice little corner just next to Gretchen's office door. She wouldn't see me when she came in.

Finally, there was some movement in the hallway. It was... Lana? Goddammit. Of course that goody two shoes would also be an early bird. That also meant it wasn't going to be just me and Gretchen alone in the office. Fine, this was a contingency I had considerered and practically speaking it changed nothing. It was just going to be a little riskier.

Next one coming up the hallway was... Excellent. Gretchen. And boy she looked tired and ruffled. Definitely not her usual confident stride. Her cheeks were still as red as apples and she breathed very audibly. She checked into the writer's room, and was apparently happy to only see Lana there. So she went in to open her office door.

Now.

As she opened her door, I pounced out of the corner. I quickly grabbed her and put my hand over her mouth, before she could even peep a word. I gave her no time to act, and pushed her deeper into the office. I quickly closed the door behind you. She tried yelling and getting your hand off, but I managed to muffle her completely.

"You better shut up cunt, if you know what's good for you." (GRETCHEN: +4SP) (-13SP)

She clearly twitched and breathed hard into my hand, as I said the word 'cunt'. She also seemed to relax a little when she heard my voice. At least it wasn't a complete stranger, I guess?

"I know what you've been doing, you little slut. You've been frigging your cunthole desperately, but nothing happens, right? You needy little whore... You're **** and need a man to fill your little pussy, slutty little Gretchie... But you know what your problem is? You're a prideful little cunt. That's why I haven't fulfilled your perverted little fantasies yet." (GRETCHEN: +5SP) (-8SP)

She was clearly twitching more and more. She also stopped fighting back. Also, I'm not sure, but it was almost like she licked my hand a little.

"In a few seconds I'm going to let you go. But you better not scream, bitch. Because I'm about to tell you a secret, that's going to change your life. Me, and only me alone, can make you cum anymore. So you better be nice to me." (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (-7SP)

I let Gretchen go. She immediately fell to the floor, all strength seemingly sapped from her. She was breathing really hard now. Finally she calmed down, and turned to look at me. It wasn't a look of anger, but a face of clear confusion and desperation.

"But... No... Why? How? Why you? Oh God no..."

"Because that's just how it is. I've seen your frustration lately, bitchtits. Your cunt gets really wet around me, doesn't it? Is there something you would like to say to me now? Just admit it. You're a **** little whore, right?" (GRETCHEN: +3SP) (-4SP)

She twitched again, this time I could almost see her starting to move her hand towards her crotch. But she wasn't completely broken yet.

"I... never... get out... now..."

"If I leave that door, I'm never coming back. It's just you and your lonely, sad, wet netherlips for the rest of your life. You happy with that, puppet?" (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (-2SP)

She didn't say anything, but her face was definitely indicating a breaking point. Her hand already rested pretty clearly on her crotch, and made small rubbing motions. So I smirked at her, turned around, put my hand on the door handle...

"Wait.", she moaned.

Finally. Victory.

"Maybe... we... maybe there's a deal we can make. Okay?"

"Huh. Really?"

"I can help you... If you... help me..."

"I'm interested. Although I don't think your current position is very respectful towards me. Kneel."

Since she was already lying on the floor, it wasn't a huge adjustment just to kneel. But she understood the implications of it. She got up slowly, and kneeled in front of me, looking quite scared indeed. The old Gretchen had definitely taken a backseat in her sex-addicted brain right now. (GRETCHEN: +7SP) (+5SP) Huh. For the first time in our relationship, I had a positive submission score.

"Ask the question, ****." (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+7SP)

She clearly didn't like that, but could do very little about it. "I... I can give you a perfect score. If you, you know... Release me?"

Alright then. I took out my mobile phone, and started recording.

"What are you doing?"

"Sure, you can say that now, but you could also change your tune after I do 'release' you. So I'm going to need a little something. So Gretchen, tell me about our boss. Maria. What do you think of her?"

"...I think she's a role model, a great boss and probably a genius. Please, Jack, what are we doing?"

"No no. Gretchie-slut, if you want something from me, then you know exactly what I want from you right now. Right? So tell me. What do you really think about our boss, Maria?" (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+8SP)

She looked at me pleadingly. But I gave no quarter.

"I... she's not that great..." I shook my head. "She's pretty bad. She... She's probably lazy. She knows nothing about fashion. I could run the magazine better than her". I smirked. There were probably at least couple nuggets of truth there. (GRETCHEN: +3SP) (+11SP)

"So, how do you think she got to her position?"

It was clear what I wanted her to say. At this point Gretchen was too broken to fight back.

"She... probably sucked multiple cocks. Or something. Fucked her way to the top." she clearly felt embarassed saying those things, and looked down.

I put my phone away. "That was probably enough. Let's get to the fun stuff. Now, you said you wanted me to release you? What exactly do you mean by that, little Gretchen-slut?" (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+12SP)

She was past the point of holding on. "I want you to fuck me, Jack. Please fuck me. Please fuck my pussy."

"Do you think you've deserved it, cunt?" (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+13SP)

"No, I... I'm sorry for my behavior. Sir." wow. I didn't even prompt her to say "sir". Interesting.

I pretended to think for a while.

"I don't think you've deserved my dick in your pussy yet. However if you can show me how remorseful you are with your mouth, I can give you a small release today. For being a good girl."

I took out my erect dick. Gretchen just stared at it a while.

"What? Is this the first cock you've ever seen? Get to it, bitch."

Finally, Gretchen slided closer to my manmeat. She started with slow, little licks, and then the sexual hunger started setting in. She took it her mouth and started bobbing up and down. (GRETCHEN: +10SP) (+23SP) She quickly started shifting into her own little world, and rubbing her cunt at the same time. I couldn't imagine what kind of a whirlwind her head was in, after all, almost 100 submission points had shifted over to me in just a couple of days. That kinda shit doesn't normally happen.

"Faster, cumdump, faster." (GRETCHEN: +3SP) (+26SP) And she did start going faster, and also rubbing her cunt faster. How demeaning this must have been for her, sucking her most hated employee off and actually enjoying it sexually. Her pouty, full lips were definitely meant for cocksucking. My cock was slick with her saliva and I could already see small amounts of precum dripping out of her mouth. But as much as she was **** for this, truth is I was too. I had been blueballed for such a long time now, that it didn't take longer than this to feel the climax coming.

"Swallow it, whore!", I said as I grabbed her head and **** her to deepthroat me as you came in her gullet. She opened her eyes wide and started to struggle a little, until she finally gave up and let me defile her oesophagus. (GRETCHEN: +5SP) (+31SP) After that, I took my dick out with an audible pop, and ejaculated the rest of the white stuff on her face. She wasn't the prideful, bitchy little Gretchen she had been on monday anymore. She was broken.

She breathed loudly. "Please... sir..."

It was time to fill my part of the deal. I leaned closer to her, and whispered. "You can cum now."

Her face was filled with such a bliss, that I quickly realized I needed to cover her mouth before Lana heard something. I was quick enough, and managed to muffle the orgasmic bliss coming out of her mouth. She came so hard she nearly pissed on the floor. Finally, when she seemed to calm down, I took my hand out of her mouth. It was wet with her saliva. I used her hair to wipe it clean.

"Alright there, cumguzzler? I think this is enough for this week. I'm going to send you an article later today. It will be the most perfect article you've ever seen, and you will tell Maria such. Correct?"

She nodded.

"Also, don't wipe that cum off. I like the idea of you smelling my manjuice on your face all day."

She thought for a while, then nodded. Huh. No submission points. Was she lying?

"And you better do that. I'll come check it in a couple of hours, and if it's not there, there will be consequences."

She thought about it some more, and nodded again. (GRETCHEN: +5SP) (+36SP)

So she did lie? Guess it was too much to assume she was completely broken in yet. But the relationship between us was going to completely different from now on, that's for sure.

I left her panting there, and went to write my marvelous article about men's gloves for the rest of the day. It was pretty good, I had to say. I just hoped Maria could accept its perfectness also.

Five hours later I got a text from Gretchen.

It said "fuck you.". Oh yeah. I was supposed to check the cum on her face. Did that mean she kept it on for five hours, even though I only mentioned a couple? Was she that afraid?

Excellent.