Like discarded pistachio shells

Staring at Janice’s mechanically pinched nipples…

It relaxed me somewhat.

I was completely in control over this whole situation. I just needed to realize that.

If Janice sent that email… There was no way in Hell anybody would actually convict me. Right now, it was nothing but a he-said, she-said situation. And Janice probably couldn’t get Michelle to lie for her behalf.

If she did, I’d make sure Michelle submitted to me in record time.

And besides… There was the one big obvious thing that both of us had failed to mention… I had shot that video. Of them cumming on their own, without me even touching them.

But I did that as a deterrent. The last thing I actually wanted to do was show cops that video. With my smug comments as they helplessly flailed on the floor. If anything, my weird comments would make me look extremely suspicious.

I think Janice considered that possibility as well. So if the video didn’t stop her from sending the email… It was pretty useless after that.

I really didn’t want cops on my ass… It would seriously cramp my style.

They might find out about all the other nasty stuff I’ve done to other women in recent weeks. Or be a real pain with the whole Maria situation. Like why would an informant be arrested by cops?

No. I definitely did not want her to send that thing.

And I had ways of stopping her.

I could easily increase my bluff, and tell her that she would cum a hundred times in a row, if she tried to harm me in any possible way.

…But something told me it wouldn’t be that simple.

I had a feeling, she had to have prepared for that possibility. I mean it would be the most obvious attack I could make.

Maybe she was trying to overwhelm me quickly with her lies, so that I wouldn’t even consider that possibility.

But…

She was still holding her phone nervously.

Perhaps she was ready to send the message, if I gave even the slightest indication of trying to give a new condition like that.

Or she was mentally prepared to take those orgasms. As long as I got hurt as well.

A kamikaze attack.

…And that would be the worst situation.

The moment she found out those conditions didn’t actually work anymore.

She might straight up attack me with that zapper.

Nothing stopping her.

…Wait, did I have this situation under control? All of a sudden I wasn’t so sure anymore…

Either way… Right now, before any bluffing attempts…

I was just interested in where she would go with this.

“So… what seems to be the problem?” I asked. Smugly.

She didn’t look too amused.

“You f-fucking prick… F-fix this… or you know what.”

“Fix what? Your kink? I’m not a therapist.”

“I… I am not playing… any fucking… g-games with you. Undo this, or…”

Her finger was clearly hovering over the “send”-button now.

Shit.

What exactly did she expect from me? That I’d have a magic button, that could-

Oh yeah, that’s exactly what I had.

But there was no way in Hell I’d ever reveal that.

“Janice… Just take a calm breath… I’ll help you, okay? Please put your finger off the trigger.”

She calmed down a little bit, giving some distance between her phone and her finger.

I continued. “Now… You are going to have to help me a little bit too, okay? What exactly is the problem? What am I supposed to fix?”

She sneered. “Are you a fucking dumbass? Isn’t it obvious?”

“No… It isn’t. I have no idea. Are those things stuck to your nipples? Do you want me to get them off?”

“NO! It’s …You know!”

“Really? You want to keep those sexy little rosebuds in constant pain for some reason?”

“DON’T CALL THEM THAT! Ngh…. You’re such an annoying little… I… Just… Remove- I want to get rid of this desire!! To put them on!!! Remove it!!”

I let silence fill the room.

Hopefully she realized how crazy she sounded.

Yeah, totally time to gaslight the bitch.

“Um… What?” I said, sounding incredulous.

“Take… this… DESIRE… away from me! Now!” she shouted.

Holy fuck, she was actually starting to look crazy.

Hmm… Usually, when I put traits on people, they are fairly well under my control or supervision already. Janice, however, was -39. And I had very few interactions with her before and after.

This trait and desire probably felt completely alien and unnatural for her. So she felt certain enough to suspect that I had somehow planted in on her.

Which was, of course, correct.

I’d have to be more careful in the future.

“How can I… remove a desire? From your… head?”

“BECAUSE YOU DID THIS SOMEHOW!”

She was completely on the edge.

I’m guessing she hadn’t slept much. Which I’d seen a lot lately.

“…do you mean… When I… twisted your nipples on Tuesday? And you couldn’t stop cumming? Did that wake this… desire?”

“THAT’S NOT NORMAL! NORMAL PEOPLE DON’T CUM FROM GETTING THEIR NIPPLES TWISTED! OR UNDER, LIKE, SOME WEIRD CONDITIONS! YOU HAVE DONE SOMETHING TO ME!!! FIX, FIX, FIX, FIX THIS!”

Any cool she had at the beginning of our conversation was completely gone now. She was extremely ****.

She didn’t even care that her pinched nipples were completely in my sight during this whole conversation.

…There seemed to be an easy fix to a part of her mental problem. And I was going to use it now. I had little choice.

“Janice… You need to know something…”

“WHAT!?”

“I’m the only man… in the world… no, in the universe…

…that can make you cum.”

…

First, she didn’t react to the information at all. Not even with laughter.

…Then…

“Wha… You… You can’t be serious?”

I nodded.

It hit her.

She dropped the phone on the floor, and grabbed her head with both hands.

“Nononononononononono….. Nononono…. Not you, not you, how can, no, not you…”

“Think about Janice, it’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Now she began emitting a high pitched-tone. It was all too much to take.

Her phone was on the floor.

Just a step away from me.

I made a quick attempt to reach it… but she saw my move.

She grabbed it first.

“FUCK OFF! I… I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT- THAT YOU HAVE… That kind of… How can… No, I DON’T CARE! YOU STILL NEED TO FIX THIS DESIRE! IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT!!”

I sighed.

This was going to be still like defusing a bomb.

“Janice… Let’s just think about this rationally. Okay? Tell me. What am I supposed to do, to fix… this thing?”

She grumbled very loudly.

“Well… You figure it out. You have… ten minutes. If this is not gone… I’ll send the message.”

“Right, right. You get a kink. You blame me. Completely fair.”

“Shut up, you weasel. Fix it.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s start with you removing those things.”

“W-what?”

She looked terrified all of a sudden.

“That’s right. Let’s grab the bull by the nipples. Take those things off. That should be the first step.”

“B-But, I, b-but…”

“What? You wanted them off, let’s get them off! What’s the issue?”

“I… I need to… I can’t”

“You ‘can’t’? What are you? Some kind of addict? I thought you were supposed to be a strong woman. I mean that’s how you market that gym of yours, with you posing proudly in front of all the posters.”

“Ngh… You don’t get it, I-“

“Waah waah waah. Sure you can lift weights, but you don’t have the mental fortitude… to stop punishing your nipples?”

I stood up.

“COME ON, YOU BABY! DO IT! GET THOSE THINGS OFF! SHOW THAT YOU’RE A TOUGH WOMAN, FOR GOD’S SAKE!”

I tried using the kind of motivational speech one would get in a gym.

And it seemed to have an effect.

She made a few, odd faces, and then grabbed both of the clothespins at the same time.

“RRRRAAAAAARRGHHHHH!!!” she shouted, and unclipped both of them. (JANICE: +4SP) (-35SP)

Wait… She thought it was a humiliating order… to stop pinching her nipples with these? That’s a first.

I guess she found obeying me in anything humiliating.

Her raw, red nipples almost shined with painful redness.

The moment she took them off… she began breathing harder. And palming her nipples.

She was still holding the wooden pins in her hand.

We needed to get rid of those.

Time to use her other trait. The one that practically **** her to help me with anything physical.

“Janice… I’m not good with breaking clothespins. You do it for me.”

She looked up at me with apprehension.

“But… I… I still need…”

“No. That’s the point of this thing. Getting rid of your addiction. Destroy those.”

She let out a small, painful squeak, and grabbed one of the pins with her hands.

Then she just straight up ripped it apart. (JANICE: +3SP) (-32SP)

Fuck. I keep forgetting how strong she actually is. That looked brutal.

And she tore through the other one as fast.

Great.

“Where are the rest of your clothespins, Janice?”

She moaned a bit, and pointed towards the living room closet. (JANICE: +1SP) (-31SP)

I went in the cleaning closet, and picked up the bag of clothespins.

I threw the bag on her lap.

“Get to it.”

“Stop… fucking… ordering me… around!”

“Yeah, well, unless you destroy those… I don’t think you’re actually serious about getting better.”

She slammed her fist on the table.

“Fine… BUT you’re buying me new ones!”

She picked up the pins, and one by one…

She destroyed them. (JANICE: +5SP) (-26SP) Her own cleaning supplies. And threw them on the floor, like they were discarded pistachio shells or something.

I looked around.

There were no other clear pinching instruments in sight.

According to her trait… Unless she had a tool that could alleviate the desire… She’d be insanely **** for me to pinch her nipples right now.

And that’s exactly how I wanted it to be.

Once she got through the last one…. She looked up at me.

I spoke up. “Tell me… How do your nipples feel now?”

She was grinding her teeth.

“Th-They… This… I need…”

She couldn’t help herself. Both her hands palmed over her tits, and she was slyly pinching and twisting her nipples.

Right in front of me. She was that far gone already.

But it wasn’t helping her. It wasn’t satisfying the need.

“…You still need your nipples pinched?”

She bit her lip, and nodded.

It felt like all the bluff had left from her body. She was just an addict, who needed her next pinch. More than anything else.

“The thing is… I can help you…”

I let my fingers hover closer to her left nipple.

Janice didn’t move. No. In fact… She moved her hand so I could have better access to the red, raw, thing.

…But just at last moment, I pulled my hand back.

She looked devastated.

And angry. At herself.

For almost allowing that to happen. For wanting it to happen.

“…The question is… What are you going to do for me?”

She scoffed. “You f-fucking asshole. I think you’re forgetting who has the…”

She tried reaching for her phone.

It wasn’t there.

Then she looked over to me.

I was holding it.

I stole it very artfully while she was focusing on the clothespins.

Her face dropped, as I pocketed her phone right in front of her.

“Now… Let’s start from scratch. Bitch.”