It's a little bit easier when you have a visitor

“Bretty, you have a visitor.” Nurse Gale popped her head into my room. Then looked behind her and shuffled into my room quickly. She crouched down next to me, and whispered into my ear. “Can Candy like, cum yet?” There was a sweet whine to her voice.

I cocked an eyebrow. “Is the plug in?”

“Mhm!” She nodded her head excitedly.

“Show me.”

Nurse Gale stood up, shoved her ass into my face, and then pulled her scrubs down to her knees to show me the anal plug lodged into her ass.

“Good girl.” I played with the plug for a few seconds. They’d unstrapped me yesterday, because Nurse Gale told them I was on such good behavior. “Alright, go to the bathroom, take the plug out, and suck on it while you masturbate. Cum after… ten minutes.”

She turned around and frowned, still keeping her ass in frame. “But won’t that like, taste gross n’ stuff?”

“I mean if you don’t want to cum you don’t have to.”

“Aww.” She pulled up her scrubs, and sinched the waist up. “Okaaaay.”

(Gale Rogers +3SP)(54SP)

Oh yeah... her. Pretty high score huh? I'll tell you about that later.

I sat up a little. “So who’s my visitor?”

“Some lady named Jasmine.”

“What?” I shot up, and started messing with my hair. “Why have you been wasting my time? Bring her in!”

She still had feelings for me! She still had feelings for me! I did a little dance in my bed. By this point even if she wasn’t submissive to me, I couldn’t imagine she had any positive relationships left in the whole world. I’d been her husband and soulmate and I’d only been at a +40 with her.

Nurse Gale slinked out of the room feeling, rightfully so, like a discarded toy. Next thing I knew Jasmine was in my room with me, and she almost made my heart stop all over again. I loved this woman, it didn’t matter how many times she killed me. “Hey!” I tried not to sound too much like a puppy.

“Don’t even try.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

I checked My watch to see where she was. It’d been four days since I’d been in the hospital. That was an extra 20 points on her so -47, oh man. Things were piling on fast for her. I still had two traits to pick for her, not to mention…

Congratulations!

You’ve gained 50 Points with the subject Jasmine Fischer, as such a new bonus has been added to Jasmince Fischer.

Clothing Lock

The subject will now find it impossible to get dressed without your permission, and can only wear clothes you approve of. This can be as restrictive as you choosing their outfit everyday, or simply demanding that they wear latex only and letting them pick their outfits from there.

Activate?

Oh boy. I knew how I was going to use this. *Click* This was my first lock beyond Orgasm, I wonder if they get stronger from here? With Jasmine's trait I'd eventually hit a full 200 streak with her... what would that do?

“Did you come to gloat?” I sighed, and tried to look pathetic. Though with two upgrades for her waiting in the wings, the knowledge she’d be mine by the end of next month, and absolute control over her clothing choices and orgasms it was hard to feel too pathetic around her. Of course she almost killed me, so I guess there was reason to worry.

“No.” She stepped a little closer. “Just letting you know that Daisy convinced me, not to take you to the authorities for what you’ve done to her.”

“Well that’s sweet.”

Jasmine sneered a beautiful sneer. “Apparently you have some damaging information on her wife. She was hoping you’d stay dead.” She tilted her head. “We all were.” She then ran her hand up my chest, to my neck, and wrapped her hand around my throat. “What are we going to do with you, if they won’t arrest you?”

She wasn’t **** me, just threatening. Gently. “Why did you even come for her? There’s no way you even like Daisy.” Not at this point anyway.

Jasmine shrugged. “She is pretty annoying. She’s really been getting on my nerves lately, but I hate you more.”

“You love me.” I pushed, sitting up, into her hand. She had to relent, and just put her hand on my knee. Reflexes from a **** time. “Tell me you don’t think of me every morning when you wake up."

She looked embarrassed, and looked away from me as if in shame. “M-maybe I do.” Her eyes drift off beyond the wall she’s looking at and into some kind of ethereal space only see can see. “But once those visions pass, I praise Thetis that those thoughts are but lingering memories from a life I’ve been saved from. I no longer have to deal with your degrading nick names, possessive touches, and probing looks. I’m free to make my life without being weighed down by a lazy waste of space like you!”

Ouch. That last part…

That wasn’t brain washing. I could tell. Inside this hateful shell she’d covered my wife in, I could still see and sense the real her, and that barb which struck right at my heart, that came from inside that sinister armor she wore.

“Lazy?” I was ashamed by how hurt I sounded.

“You earned a fortune out of nowhere, and what did you do with it? Surf!”

“You like surfing.”

“You had no ambition, no desires. I at least was trying to start a business, to do something with my life. If you had it your way, we both would have wasted way on that beach, and no one would have remembered we ever existed.”

“We would have been happy!”

“You would have been happy.” She snapped, taking her hand off my knee.

“I never tried to stop you from setting up the cafe. I helped you earn that money. I supported you in everything you ever did. How is that not good enough?” Well what I was really trying to say was. “Why wasn’t I good enough?”

I saw a wave of empathy wash over her face. She saw she’d hurt me in a very real way, but those feelings for me were quickly squashed beneath her general hated. “Maybe there was a time you were good enough. When we were kids, but I grew up Brett. You never did. If we hadn’t lucked into money you still would have been working at the surf shop, a loser.”

Aaah. My heart hurt and at long last it wasn’t because of the shock collar. “I wish you’d told me these things before you were brainwashed.”

“Why?”

“Because I would have changed for you. I would do anything to be with you Jasmine.”

She walked to the end of the bed, and placed her hands on the railings. She fixed me with an icy look and I could feel darkness emanating from her very depths. “Then kill yourself, and pray you’re reborn as a woman in Thetis’ new world.”

Ouch. Maybe it was better I just died and end all of this. All that effort, and sex and for what? A defective heart? Miranda was going to get reset to -60 or maybe worse, I would have to start all over again. If she didn’t decided to just kill me right away. They wanted her to do it last time, and that was before I’d abused her trust and Daisy.

But that wasn’t feasible.

Giving up I mean.

I looked at Jasmine, I couldn’t just let her stay here. My eyes drifted to her belly. Then there was the child already growing in her womb, as of yet not even a heartbeat. How could I let any child of Jasmine grow up in a world like this?

I sat up to my knees. “I have no doubt we’d find each other in the next life, Baby.” I crawled towards her. “We’re soul mates, and I'm not giving up on you yet."

“You’re insane.”

“Love me.” I flashed her my most charming smile. “Love me.”

“You’re pathetic.”

I crawled up to the railings and put my hands on her’s. She looked up at me with those big loving eyes, currently devoid of any affection at all. “As your master, I order you to love me.”

Her face immediately went red, I’d never seen her so angry. “My master? My master? You pig headed, knuckle dragging, that’s it. That’s it!” She wretched her arms away, and went for the door, slamming it shut. “I’m going to do it. I’m going to save society from your shit.” She clenched her fists. “Sssssit…”

“Love me.” I begged.

“S...s...Sssssssit!”

“Love me.”

“Aaaah!” She swiped her hands through the air. “I loved you once, why isn’t that good enough?”

“Because we promised, forever.”

“No no no! That’s possessive. That was so you could own me. People change, I’m allowed to move on from you if I don’t love you anymore… why can’t the memories be enough for you? Why must you have me forever?” She was tearing up, and in genuine distress. It was painful for me to see her like this, even if she was trying to work up the nerve to kill me. Even then I didn’t feel any sense of danger, because whoever this woman was now… I trusted her.

“Who could want you for less?

“Sit!” She glared at me, mouth twitching, teeth bared to rip my throat out. But she couldn’t finish the phrase, and by extension me.

“You can’t do it.” I observed. I even straightened up so she could get a better look at my neck, and collar.

“I don’t love you.” She snapped.

“No.” I shook my head. “I wasn’t saying that you can’t do it because you love me. I’m saying you can’t do it, because you’re not one of them.”

“I’m the one who put you in here!”

“And when your conscious finally allowed it, you came to see if I was okay!” I was overjoyed! I’d finally figured it out.

“Shut up! I hate you, I hate all men.”

“You’re not like them Jasmine. You’re not a fascist. You don’t hate.”

“I do.” She sobbed. “I hate you so much, I can’t stand it. What is love, if it would lead me to something like you?”

“Love can only end in indifference. If it ends in hate, it hasn't ended. ”

She made a face, and opened the door back up. “I don’t need to be the one to do it. From what I hear, one more shock and your heart’s going to explode anyway. I don’t need to do it.” She closed the door with a slam, exiting without another word.

I sighed, with relief and a bit of pain, and then slumped over the railing of my bed. “Love me.”

I’d see her again soon, and when I did I needed to make sure I was prepared. I’d had enough of not having my wife. I needed her back.

So at long last I opened up her page, and browsed her traits.

Soul Mate

Condition: Truly love the subject

Route A

- Always by your side -

With a thought you can summon the Subject to you. No matter where they are in the universe they will arrive at your location within five minutes, with only a vague memory of how they got there, and the knowledge that you wanted to see them. They can be dismissed in the same manner, at which point they’ll return to their original location in the same amount of time.

Route B

- Have I Told You About My Soulmate? -

Whenever the user is mentioned in conversation the Subject will not be able to stop themselves from going into a loving story about the user, that’s relevant to the situation. This can lead to the subject and those exposed to the stories more likely to have fond feelings of the user. Even if the subject only has stories of you abusing them, they’ll tell them in a fond manner, coming to see them as cute and romantic memories.

Okay so my options were low-grade teleportation or living inside Jasmine's mind rent free. I could see how both would come in handy. I was in favor of anything that would make Jasmine like me again. But... if I escaped from this place on my own... I could just teleport her out right?

I'll have to think on that. What's next?

The Trainee

Condition: The subject has gained multiple traits without you ever directly affecting their score.

Route A

- Performance Review -

At the end of every day a performance review will appear in the Subject’s profile. It will go over everything the subject has done that day to become a more perfect **** for the user, and everything they have done to try and be independent. In addition to this information there will be a section of the review labeled ‘Recommendations’ which are changes the subject can make to have a better review tomorrow. Such as ‘The Subject can wear higher heels.” “The Subject can work on stretching their anus.” “The subject can give themselves more physical punishments.” And the subject will develop the compulsion to do those things in order to earn your approval, becoming vaguely aware that you’re keeping score on them.

Route B

- The Trainer -

You may select an individual to become the subject’s trainer. The subject will recognize this person as an extension of your will, and obey their orders as if they were your own. Furthermore they will see this person as a wiser, more experienced, and more perfect **** than themselves and will seek the emulate, and follow their instructions. Any submission the subject gains from interacting with their Trainer is doubled.

Interesting.

Jasmine was at once my Soulmate, and the subject I had the least interaction with. So the app was somewhat interpreting that as, I had other people training her for me… like Miranda. Which was an interesting idea. I could use Miranda to make Jasmine submit to me. She’d do all the work, and I wouldn’t have to do anything that would cause Jasmine to resent or hate me… if Miranda was still obedient to me that is.

Hmm. These are tough ones.

I'm not too hot on this chapter. I wanted to rewrite so the conflict hits, and then I remembered this is smut, so boobies next chapter!

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