Onwards

Lana's article was quite easily the best I've ever read. Well, about fashion anyway.

It was extremely topical, made big points without being too pushy, it was smart and intelligent without being elitist, and it really made you contemplate your own presumptions about what's fashionable. And it was really, really persuasive.

Glad that "I" wrote such a masterpiece, then. Right? I only needed to change a couple of references in the thing and it was all mine. If Maria complained that this wasn't good enough... Well, I knew she would be lying. Would she do that? Be that blatant? Any sensible boss would want to keep a writer who wrote stuff like this.

That's an issue for tomorrow. Right now, my goal for the week was achieved. Only thing left... Were these two.

Lana and Gretchen had been waiting in silence while I read the thing. Well, that's not completely true. After I allowed Lana to cum, she kept on cumming for five minutes straight. Actually made it a little harder for me to focus on reading. But when her earth-shattering orgasm was over, she did seem to eagerly wait for my reaction to her article in silence. This night had been a nightmare for her, but she couldn't hide her professional pride about the article.

"It's good enough."

Lana clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. She knew it was better than good. But interestingly, she left it there. Old her would have argued like hell against my claim. Maybe the points were starting to be effective? Finally?

Either way, it was time to move on. I had really hit the gas pedal with her, forcing her submission for me hard. But I had to admit something. I didn't get a lot of points after I tied her up. Like only 20. And ten from the article. That's because much of what happened tonight, happened against her will. She didn't submit naturally. Doing this wasn't the best path to submission, but this was a case of running against the clock.

I began to untie her. There was a small chance she would attack me and try to kill me. I decided to bet that a person with +55 wouldn't do that, unless they literally had ****. Plus I hoped the orgasm had somewhat sated her vengefulness.

The first move she made was to rub her limbs. Limbs that desperately needed some circulation back in them.

She avoided looking at me. It was fight she didn't want to have anymore. Not tonight at least.

"Needless to say, Lana. Everything that happened here tonight. You tell no one. And that article was always written by me. Right?"

She still didn't look at me, just kept rubbing her thighs. It's like she pretended I wasn't here.

"You know, I did film some of our activites. That stuff could live in the internet forever. So I hope we are all in happy agreement here? So that we can move forward?"

She still didn't acknowledge me. I had to grab her chin, and turn her face to me.

"Right?"

"...right." (LANA: +1SP) (+56SP) she said mutedly, and I let go. She immediately turned her head away again.

Well? That's it right? Time to leave this and start thinking about my next move?

I turned to Gretchen. She still seemed very twitchy, and probably wanted to leave too.

But I didn't want to leave her like this. All of this felt so... I don't know. Cold. Too cold.

I wanted to add some warmth to these proceedings.

"Gretchie. I think Lana had a tough night. Why don't you, as her editor, apologize for everything that happened? There. Sit next to her."

Gretchen began twitching even more, desperately eager to be done with tonight. But she knew already. That fastest way to get there was to obey me. So she sat down, next to Lana. Lana kept acting like she wasn't even there.

Gretchen's eyes turned to me, asking for permission. I nodded.

"...L-Lana. This... Ummm..."

"Put your hand over her shoulder. Like a good friend."

Gretchen did. Lana was trying dodge it a little, but didn't give it too much effort.

"Continue."

"W-Well... This night... This was all, just very, unfortunate. Let's just, like, you know, pretend it never happened. Right?"

Lana said nothing.

"Please, we-"

"Not we. You."

"...I mean ...I apologize. What ...I did was wrong. Like really, really wrong. You're still the best writer on the whole magazine. ...And I really respect you and your talent. So please, just, can we return to how things were? Like this night never happened?"

Lana said nothing. Just sighed some more.

I was almost satisfied. I didn't want to leave Lana a complete broken mess, so showing at least some warmth by proxy was probably a good thing.

"Gretchen, why don't give her a kiss?"

Gretchen looked horrified.

"I mean, give her kiss on the cheek?"

Gretchen relaxed a little. She puckered her lips, and planted them on Lana's soft cheek. This had a small reaction on Lana, but she quickly pulled her face further from her.

Fine. Good enough. As much more fun I could have had with these two, I didn't want to push them to insanity. What's the fun in that? I wanted to break them down, little by little, make them really feel the embarassment of submitting to me and knowing I tower over them. This night had given them plenty to think about already.

"Let's go Gretchen. And Lana? You did good tonight. Real good. I knew you would, champ."

I patted Lana's head and grabbed Gretchen. I got my backpack, and pretty soon we were out the door. We left Lana sitting there, on her bed, thinking about what her life was going to be from now on.

"You came by car, right, Gretchie?"

"Yes."

"Good. Drive me home."

We got in the car, and she started driving. Neither of us spoke a word. Gretchen's mind was completely elsewhere.

"Wait a minute. You live alone, right, Gretchie-slut?"

"...Yes. Sir."

Wow. Nice how she dropped that sir there even in this situation. It was hopefully turning into a habit for her.

"Is your bed better than mine?"

"...I... Yes, it's bigger. And softer."

"You know what, since you were such a good girl tonight, you are going to get a reward. No, not sex. I'm way too tired. But I am going to sleep on your bed, and you'll be my naked body pillow. Sound good?"

"...Yes. Sir."

"Of course it does. And your reward is that you get to wake me up with a nice sloppy blowjob again. Okay doll?"

"...Yes, sir."

Yeah. Things were getting better for me. Might as well upgrade my bed. Maybe make this permanent? Nah, not yet. Not until Maria is no longer a problem. Me and my app are going to have to take care of her first.

Right, the app! A zillion things happened tonight. Maybe I got some traits?

Of course I did. And not only one, two. One for Gretchie, one for Lana.

LANA:

-ALL TIED UP-

ROUTE A -****

-OH NO! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO... DO WITH ME?-

Restricting the subject's movement multiplies her lust five times. This is applicable to all kinds of situations, for example, cramped spaces, long lines, full buses, tying the subject up... Basically everytime the subject's movement is somehow made harder, the subject's lust starts rising exponentially.

ROUTE B -MINDFUCKED

-STAY THERE-

The user is able to restrict the subject's movement even with imaginary bindings.

For example: The user tells that the subject is not allowed to open a door. The subject will find that they are physically unable to open the door, no matter how hard they try.

Another example: The user tells that the subject cannot remove their shoes. And that their shoes are now bound to the floor. The subject will now be unable to move from the spot, no matter how hard they try.

GRETCHEN:

-CUCKQUEAN-

ROUTE A -CUCK

-SAD LITTLE CUCK-

The subject will now get five times more sexual pleasure from watching the user fuck other people than they would get from the user fucking the subject themselves.*

*Bonus effect available!

ROUTE B -CUM FIXATION

-TONGUE CLEANER INC-

The subject will feel duty-bound to clean other people of the user's cum with their tongues. They will get no added pleasure from this, it's just an overwhelming feeling of it being their duty and job to do this.

Bonus effect? What the hell was that? There was no explanation for that anywhere on the app, only the small blinking box that promised a bonus effect. I had no idea what it could be, was this a risk or an opportunity?

Also I couldn't help but wonder. Were these fetishes, that both of them truly had locked deep inside them, or were they fetishes that I had just now **** upon them?

It was fun to think it was the latter.