PLEASE LOOK AT ME, MIRRORING & THE CARETAKER (Upgrade, Level 1: VERY PAVLOVIAN INDEED) (Clean version)

And thus.

I came down Gretchen’s throat.

Hard.

As my cum filled her lovely little mouth again, I stared into her scared, yet submissive eyes… It was like there was no limit to how much I could control her at this point.

And to be honest… I fucking loved it.

My own personal fuckdoll. For me alone.

Finally I was done. I slowly ejected my cock from her jaw.

She was free. She took first opportunity to cough like crazy.

“Don’t you dare spit any of it out. That’s your master’s cum.”

I could see it wasn’t easy, but she managed to keep it all in.

Before long, Gretchen was back on her knees in front of me. The coughing fit was over. Not one drop was falling from her mouth, and my floor was clean.

Impressive.

I pet Gretchen’s hair.

“Good girl, Gretch. You’ve really shown me something today. This needs for… a special ceremony.”

Gretch was probably still a little shook from the experience she just went through, but she still couldn’t hide the excitement on her face.

“Yes… master.”

I was sitting on my bed. Gretchen was kneeling in front of me, not knowing what to expect next.

This was it. The one final ace up my sleeve. And I was still missing 2 points. I wanted to save this one for last, to seal up the final point. But I didn’t have a choice, I was running out of ideas. If I was really lucky, this would be good enough for 2 points.

If this only got me 1 point, I could live with it. But I’d really have to rack my brains for the final point.

If this got me no points…

No, I didn’t want to even think about that. This had to get me points.

Had to.

Was I ready for this? I took out my phone and looked at the clock. Yeah, it was pretty late now. It was the perfect time.

Also, that meant that I could do my trait upgrade for the day by now.

But Gretchen was waiting in front of me…

Well, let her wait. Her master had a few things to take care of first.

So, which trait then?

…Yeah, testing time was over. It was time to go for the truly meaningful stuff now.

There was no-one else. Only one person should be upgraded. My biggest threat.

I clicked on Maria’s VERY PAVLOVIAN INDEED.

This was the trait before the upgrade:

CARROT-STICK / VERY PAVLOVIAN INDEED

If the subject is planning against / planning to disobey the user, they will punish themselves by either pinching a nipple, slapping their face or spanking their own ass. If the subject is planning on obeying the user or planning on doing things that pleases the user, the subject gets a wave of sexual pleasure.

NOTE: The subject will not mentally register that they are punishing themselves. Nobody around the subject, except the user, will register that the subject is punishing themselves. The subject will only register the painful feeling they get from doing the punishment on themselves, and slowly start to associate pain with disobeying or scheming against the user. NOTE: This trait will only be active when the subject is in close proximity with the user.

…And this is what the words turned into:

CARROT-STICK / VERY PAVLOVIAN INDEED - L1

If the subject is planning against / planning to disobey the user, the user is allowed to punish the subject by either pinching their nipple, slapping their face or spanking their ass. The user will get a mental notification every time they’re allowed to do this. If the subject is planning on obeying the user or planning on doing things that pleases the user, the subject gets a big wave of sexual pleasure. If the orgasm lock isn’t on, it can even lead to a full orgasm.

NOTE: The subject, nor anybody else, will think there’s something weird about the user punishing the subject. They will see it as something normal, something the user is allowed to do. The subject will only register the painful feeling, and slowly start to associate pain with disobeying or scheming against the user. NOTE: This trait will only be active when the subject is in close proximity with the user.

Okay, so now I was allowed to punish her myself? Excellent, of course… But how exactly would that lead to more points…?

Well, I’ll probably find out in time. For now, this was a good thing. Because oh man. I wanted to let her have it sooooo bad.

Oh yeah, I also had those three new traits to choose from. For Anna-Marie, Bonnie and Rachel.

I decided on Bonnie first.

Route B.

I don’t know. Her being totally dependent on me sounded kinda hot. Now, did that mean I couldn’t just let her live out in the wilderness? Did I have to take a more active role in Bonnie’s life? Mayhaps. But I’m sure she would seek me out at some point when things got too tough for her. A live-in **** perhaps? A live-in ****, who’s also a hot model?

Yes please.

And then Rachel…

Route B again.

Let her feel the pain she brings on others. And get addicted to it. What’s not to love there?

And finally, Anna-Marie…

Route B wins again.

As much I loved the possibility of making her hot and bending her over with just my eyes, I couldn’t wait to see multiple lovely nude pics and her clothes just magically dropping in front of me every day.

Her submission score was super high at this point. I had taken her pretty fucking far in just one day. So in theory, I could just order her to do this stuff, probably. But it wouldn’t feel quite the same.

Also, this would also raise her lust to high heavens and soon she’s going to be begging for my dick. Which is always a good thing.

There. All business taken care of. Back to Gretchen.

I put my phone down. Gretchen… seemed thrilled? The old Gretchen would have at least pouted at this point, for being made to wait so long. But this one… She just seemed happy that my focus was back to her.

I wanted to ask her something.

“How… did you feel about this day, Gretch?”

I didn’t need to ask that. But a part of me wanted to know what was going inside her head right now.

Even Gretchie was surprised. She didn’t expect to be queried about her feelings.

“I f-felt… Great, master.”

She was holding back something.

“Gretch. I order you to tell the honest truth. Now.”

She jittered a little bit. There was something she had trouble saying.

Then she looked into my eyes. The dam was about to break.

“I… I… fucking… loved it, master.”

I stared at her in stunned silence for what felt like a minute.

She was smiling. And it really didn’t feel like she was lying for my benefit.

Was this truly it? Gretchen Rivers was totally broken, and was in fact beginning to love being treated like dirt?

There had to be something inside her from the get-go. I mean she rarely put up a fight, no matter what I did to her. Ever since that blackmailed dicksucking… I think a part of her realized how much she actually wanted this.

Or was it all because of the app?

…

It was possible I’d never know the answer.

Looking at her proudly smiling face, there was no doubt in my mind.

She was more than ready for the final phase.

I picked up my backpack, and pulled out a metal collar.

Gretchen gasped.

No, not because of terror. But because of excitement.

On the collar hung a small metal plate.

The plate read “Gretchie-pet.”

She squealed as I showed it to her. She was biting her lip from excitement now.

“Now. If you want to wear this collar, you are going to have to recite after me. Okay?”

She nodded, way too enthusiastically.

Here we go.

“Once this collar locks around my neck…” I started.

“Once this collar locks around my neck…”, she repeated dutifully.

“Everything I’m about to say comes true.”

“Everything I’m about to say comes true.”

“I am no longer a person.”

She didn’t repeat so fast this time, and seemed a little hesitant.

“I… am no longer a person?”

“I relinquish my rights as a human being.”

…

A real meditative pause from Gretchen.

Can you blame her? Who’d say that kind of sentence voluntarily?”

“I… relin-relinquish my rights… as… a human being?”

Hoo boy. She really said that. No turning back now.

“I will now be the property of Jack Dingle.”

“I will now be the property of Jack Dingle.” No hesitation this time.

“I will be his ****, toy, pet, three holes and cum-toilet for the rest of my existence.”

That was quite the sentence that just left my mouth. But it had to be degrading and demeaning to the max.

“I will be his ****, toy, pet, three holes and… cum-toilet for the rest of my existence.”

…She said it. With just a single pause.

There was a fierce look of determination on Gretchen’s face now.

Seems like I still kept underestimating her.

“My only focus in life is to make Jack happy. I have no personal goals. Only his pleasure matters. Whatever he wants, he gets. I live to serve at his feet.”

“My only focus in life is to make Jack happy. I have no personal goals. Only his pleasure matters. Whatever he wants, he gets. I live to serve at his feet.”

And with those words, Gretchen suddenly bent down and kissed my feet. Both of them.

Unprompted.

The fucked up thing was that I was going to ask her to do that. But she read my mind.

Good?

That was the end of the ceremony anyway. Those were all the sentences I thought up. They were like an ode to absolute narcissism. For someone to give up their existence to serve me.

And she said the whole thing.

But it wasn’t over yet.

I picked up the collar. Gretchen got up from my feet, and was so excited she could hardly contain her breathing.

I put the collar into her hands.

“I want you to do it yourself.”

She stared at the hard, metallic thing for a minute. Like she was in reverence of the moment or something.

Then, gracefully, she placed it around her neck. The metal was cold against her neck. It was probably going to be a bit tight… But she loved it that way.

Then, a magical sound.

CLICK. (GRETCHEN +1SP) (+99SP)

The collar locked around her neck. The ceremony was over.

She was, in all meanings of the word, mine.

Her smile was beaming at me, like she just found the meaning of her life and I was her God.

Let’s be honest, that wasn’t too far from the truth.

It was quite the journey we took here.

Only to end up in… 99.

Fuck. Fuck.

Seriously, what else there was to do? How in the Hell could I possibly take this woman any lower?

Thankfully, my rage was subsided by a notification sound from my phone. It was a weird one again. It was a gong, but this time a positive-sounding gong?

I quickly opened the Submission Accelerator.

Congratulations, user!

We see you have reached +99 with GRETCHEN RIVERS! That is quite an achievement, bringing anybody to that level is always something special!

Since this is your first time at this level, you’re probably wondering what do you have to do reach +100?

Well… +100 with a person is a really special level. Something, that shouldn’t be achieved easily.

+100 means you have so completely dominated the person that in the process both of your souls and bodies are combined.

+100 holds a lot of special qualities to it. +100 person cannot disobey your orders, no matter what it is. +100 person cannot be disloyal in any way. +100 person cannot take independent actions that they know would displease you.

In addition to that, there are other things that unlock once you reach +100 with a person. Some of those need special perks to truly unlock, but some will become available right away. In many ways a +100 person turns truly editable, someone you can mold to your preferences.

But to reach this special state, the user has to do something special. While it is possible to reach +99 while knowing very little about the subject, +100 needs a little something more.

To reach +100, you have to complete a quest. One final mission with the person.

The final mission with GRETCHEN RIVERS is:

“FIX HER BIGGEST REGRET”

The missions are person-based, and are different for different people.

Also, no taking shortcuts. In this case, you cannot order GRETCHEN RIVERS to tell you what her biggest regret is. If you do so, she is unable to answer.

You have to figure it out by yourself.

Good luck, user!

I stared at my phone for two minutes.

I read the thing like three times.

Hmm. Okay. What I needed to do now seemed pretty clear.

Still, it couldn’t quite believe the words coming out of my mouth.

“Gretchen. Tell… me about yourself.”

That night we just laid in my bed while I held her naked body next to me.

She opened up to me about her whole life story.

How she grew up in a small town, always wanting to do something bigger and better.

How she had a nasty father who was always drunk, and a mother who took every chance to criticize anything creative she ever did.

Oh and she also had a sister, Mimi.

A twin sister Mimi.

An identical twin sister Mimi.

…

Wait. Hold up.