Jack Considers his Options.

As Jack left his teacher’s office with her magical mind fucker in hand the reality of the absurd situation started to sink in. He was aware that in his hands was one of the most powerful tools in the world. With this small device he could do anything. He could bring world peace, end poverty. He could do anyone. Anya Taylor Joy, Dove Cameron, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Gal Gadot. All of them would kill for the opportunity to belong to him. They just do not know it yet, but Jack would show them. He would give them the same sense of meaning that Dr. Double D now enjoyed.

There was a part of his subconscious which was telling him that this device was a thing of Evil. That sending an innocent person to The Kennels was exceedingly immoral and that if he had an ounce of integrity then he would smash the device right now and command Professor DeStantos to destroy all of her research and never create another device again.

There was a significantly larger part of him that was a horny twenty year old virgin who could not stop thinking about how much fun it was going to be using this device on someone of his own choosing instead of by accident. The question was, who to choose?

As much fun as it would be to enslave one of those celebrities, none of them were available at the moment. But Olivia was right here on campus. When Jack thought about the way he had fallen for her at that freshman welcome mixer, how they had both agreed that it was love at first sight, how they had said that they would save themselves for one another, and how she had dumped him for some guy she hooked up with on a boat, it filled him with the full cacophony of emotions that came with heartache; anger, sadness, fear, frustration, doubt, denial, self-loathing, all cascading around, all suddenly cleared away as James imagined how sorry the slut would feel after some time in The Kennels showed her what an idiot she was for dumping him and turning into a slut.

As Jack decided on his plan of action, he got a phone call from work. “Jack. I know it is your day off, but…” As far as managers went, Claire was pretty good. The woman knew how to run a tight shift and keep the fries flowing, that was unless Ms. Jeaneen decided to grace them with her presence. The franchise owner’s trophy wife had this absurd idea that the secret to running a fast food restaurant was to sit in an office looking at accounting books and yelling at minimum wage employees as if shouting will make oil fry faster. “… I really need you to come in. I am so sorry. Frank called in sick and Ms. Jeaneen decided to make a surprise inspection. She is in a bad mood and you know how she has had it in for me since Mr. Ferguson recommended me for that leadership training program with corporate. I am barely making rent as it is, I cannot lose this job. Please Jack.” Claire pleaded.

Jack stopped walking and thought for a moment. Ms. Jeaneen was not only the sort of self important bitch who could probably benefit from some time in The Kennels, but as Mr. Ferguson’s trophy wife she doubtlessly had access to a lot of money, maybe even the kind of money that Dr. DeStantos would need to build her gizmos.

The girl who broke his heart, or the woman who busted his balls, which one would he enslave first? As Jack made his decision, he realized that some problems, like choosing who should get the sacrament of bondage, are good to have.