Points galore

November 22nd

Francy and I met with her disciples before the usual Saturday meeting. "Hello sisters. Today we're going to judge how efficient you were at converting people." Francy let them speak in the same order she presented them to me.

Missionary (Social butterfly 1): "I managed to convert two members of the administrative staff. One of the sisters I converted has been training under priest-sister Cathy. I have converted five of my friends, two of which I would classify as hot."

Me: "23 points, 8 girls in total. You pass."

Missionary (Social butterfly 2): "I also have only managed to convert two administrators. I have converted six of my friends, one of whom will help sister Dorothy, and one is hot."

Me: "22 points, 8 girls in total. You pass."

Missionary (Manipulator 1): "I have converted four HR employees. That's it."

Me: "24 points, 4 girls in total. You pass."

Missionary (Manipulator 2): "I have converted three administrators and two professors."

Me: "24 points, 5 girls in total. You pass."

Missionary (Experimental 1): "I only managed to convert one administrator. It's hard to find weaknesses in a professional setting. I managed to convert a sister ready to help Dorothy and my psychology professor, who I hope can help us missionaries become more effective. One sister is the daughter of a state senator, and two more sisters I converted would be considered attractive."

Me: "21 points, counting your professor as a useful cult member, 6 girls in total. You pass."

Missionary (Experimental 2): "I managed to convert two administrators, but it took me time. One of the sisters I converted has wealthy parents in real estate. I have converted two more sisters, one from the cleaning staff."

Me: "17 points, 5 girls in total-"

Missionary (Experimental 2): "I'm sorry, Supreme Master, for not fulfilling Your quota. I am a very shy person and it was a real challenge for me to talk to people that much. I accept any punishment You may have for me alongside not being chosen as missionary."

Me: "It's alright, for someone shy you did quite well. I'll think about what to do later. I noticed only one of you mentioned where the administrators worked. It won't affect points, but I'm still curious."

Missionary (Social butterfly 1): "An accountant and one from student services."

Missionary (Social butterfly 2): "One from minority affairs and one from Admissions."

Missionary (Manipulator 2): "Two members of campus security and the press secretary."

Missionary (Experimental 1): "The head librarian."

Missionary (Experimental 2): "A board of trustees member and the chief fundraiser for private donations."

Me: "You know what, you pass. Those two aren't easy to get a hold of because they're so high up the chain and you still managed to convert them. If you're comfortable, you can continue being a missionary."

The girl was overjoyed and thanked me profusely for giving her a chance. As if I'd turn anyone down trying to expand the cult.

Missionary (Manipulator 1): "May we know your progress as well, sister Francy?"

Francy: "I wasn't gunning for points, to be honest. I managed to get the one remaining woman in the HR department, sister Cathy's other disciple as well as another coworker for Dorothy. I then converted a professor and five more students, three of which I would consider hot. I converted more girls than before."

"25 points, 9 girls in total. You pass" I cheekily said. "Alright, you girls did a phenomenal job. You can all continue working as a missionary. Your priorities are a little different now. Hotness should no longer be a deciding factor, every girl is worth at least two points now. It's time we just get the numbers up. Useful girls for the cult are now worth only three points. Not many will fall under this section, because besides priests we don't need that many people for now. Professors and daughters of the rich, famous, and powerful are now worth four points. To keep things balanced, administrators are now worth only 5 points. The scoring system isn't perfect, but use it as a rough indication about how well you're doing compared to the others. You don't have to get 20 points anymore. And Francy, if any of you convert someone with the abilities to become a missionary, feel free to let them help you. You all will schedule a lesson with the psychology professor asap. Think of it as further education in conversion."

Francy's disciples left and the other girls joined us for the weekly meeting. As usual, Francy opened with news about our cult in general "Last week after our meeting, I welcomed six new missionaries to fulfill His Clairvoyance's plans. We have converted 15 administrators, 4 professors, 1 member of the cleaning staff, and 26 students. I have crunched the numbers and we're at 69 members now." Some of the girls chuckled.

"Crucially, the administrators are spread through various departments. We have a woman on the board of trustees and the college's chief fundraiser for private donations. All of which will be helpful sooner or later" I added.

Becca interjected "Not to be pedantic, Supreme Master, but it's not a woman on the board of trustees, it's the only one. But this at least means that we have at least one voice on the board. I'm still waiting on a response from Bonnie until we can move on with the student council."

The meeting went to Lily "The addition of four professors and some well-off daughters swelled our portfolio to over $950k. Supreme Master, we're already projected to make $1585 this month from it. If I may be so bold, I would recommend quitting your part-time job, since you no longer need it, even to house and feed sister Charlotte."

"Roger" I responded. I mostly had a part-time job to fill my resume, I won't need that anymore...

Dorothy explained that she now has several girls helping her out and that things were going swimmingly. I announced that I needed to talk to Becca privately first, everyone except Becca left for the service, with Cathy choosing to cook for me before our private meeting.

Me: "Becca, I assume you're reading the school newsletter?"

Becca: "Are You concerned about the lunatic writing about breakups? Nobody reads the newsletter, let alone his parts."

Me: "I am concerned, because it is true. Keep the rules in mind! If we keep going, people will eventually agree with him. Not to mention, the newsletter has one person who is actually trying to become a real journalist. I can only guess, but when the next newsletter releases, she'll probably write the headline article about the quota passing thanks to our meddling. And guess what article will be right there below hers? An article that can only be published because we just basically tripled in the last week."

Becca: "It's getting a little bit too close for comfort for me as well, especially since our new missionaries will only become more efficient with some training and experience. In my mind, we have two ways of dealing with this issue. Firstly, we might need to change the relationship rule to make girls lay low. Secondly, we need to get the competent journalist and let her write a debunking piece on him as well as keep the focus on the college's response to the quota. We shouldn't kick him out of the newspaper, he'd just make a new one we'd have no power over. But ruining his reputation all over again should do the trick."

Me: "Alright. The missionaries are going to get some training next week, they'll gain experience, and they'll be more focused on getting more girls converted than ever before. We got 46 new members this week, it'll be more than 50 next week, I'm sure. The last thing we should do is feed those conspiracy theories any proof."

With that, I took out my book. I hadn't touched it in a while. Rule nine was the rule that gave me so much trouble. I didn't really want to change things too much. Maybe I'm a little bit too possessive.

Rule nine: Believers are not permitted to enter a new sexual or romantic relationship with men other than the Supreme Master after joining, but are allowed to remain in the relationship(s) they were a part of at the time they joined. Believers in such relationships may abstain from service while the relationship lasts to avoid suspicion.

This felt like a decent compromise. If the relationship broke apart, the girl would stay single and available for me. But if it lasted, the guy would be none the wiser about "his" girl.

Becca left for service and I sat in my room, thinking about my little book. It had grown larger, now holding the member info for all 69 of them. I briefly made a call, ending my part-time job by the end of the month. It was just remote tutoring, I didn't really get to know any of my colleagues and the students were all too young.

The smell of freshly cut herbs over a well cooked meal of spaghetti and meatballs brought me to the kitchen. Cathy donned an apron, and only an apron. "Come here, my goth housewife" I said. I grabbed her by her waist and pressed her close, kissing her passionately. As she hugged me, I could see the ladle in her hand in the corner of my eye.

As I let her go, she responded "I wanted to ask You whether You wanted lunch, a bath, or me, but I guess I got my answer. I hope You don't mind my suggestions, but I'd pick lunch next before it gets too cold, Master." With a peck on her (face's) cheek, we sat down and ate.

"So, how do you feel today?" I asked Cathy.

Cathy paused to eat and think. Then she answered "I feel... a lot better, I think. I mean, I still think I deserve a little punishment. But maybe Your slutty little goth housewife just wants to be spanked in general, Master."

"Haha, you cheeky little... We can totally do that, if you're into it." Me offering a spanking wasn't just so I could have fun. I came to realize that while I had grown to bare Cathy's past behavior, now that a magic book would keep her close to me forever, I still expected something in return because I did suffer. If we still were normal friends, I would've probably lashed out once, called her an idiot or asshole, and after a week we'd be friends again like before. Friends have to call each other out when the other one does some bullshit, that's part of what makes someone a true friend. And sure, I was looking forward to spanking her big ass, but I also felt that spanking would be light and enjoyable enough for her to understand that her earlier wishes for harsher punishments went way overboard.

After lunch, I sat down on my couch while she cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. She returned once she was done and laid down on her stomach on my lap on her own volition. The apron left her backside completely open and as she laid on my lap, leaving her ass exposed as a result. I stroked her buttocks, giving them the occasional squeeze. Her squishy asscheeks caved under my hand's pressure, Cathy started to moan and wince in equal parts.

Then, I raised my hand. A quick swing was all it took. My hand landed on the soft cheek, which jiggled in response to my impact. An "Ah~" escaped Cathy's lips, she was clearly enjoying this more than it was being painful. To be fully balanced, I raised my arm again, hitting her other cheek. Again, she moaned. She started to grip my legs ever tighter to hold herself steady. "I've been a naughty girl, Master. Please punish me for rejecting You and attempting to date others."

I raised my hand even higher, and another slap landed on her asscheek. "Ohhhh...ohh~" Cathy could no longer control her moans. "This is for rejecting me" I began. I took another swing "And this is for asking me for dating advice" *Smack* "And this is for not even following that advice" *SMACK*

In Cathy's latest moan, I could hear a bit of pain mixed in. Perhaps I got a bit too angry. "This stupid slut apologizes for disrespecting her Master. She's glad that You're making the decisions now."

I decided to finger her well-lubricated pussy. "What a good and eager little slut you are, walking around almost naked, willingly submitting yourself to your master's whim" I commented. One more push inside her pussy was enough to make her climax. Her fingernails dug into my jeans' denim, as she tried to keep her shivering and exhausted body stable on my lap.

Once she calmed down, she got up and sat on my lap with her legs, keeping her ass floating an inch or two in the air. It seems the pain still stung too much to sit properly. But she didn't mention any of that. "Thank You so much. I don't know that I deserve such a wonderful Master and partner, but I'm simply glad I get to be with You." With these words, we started to passionately make out until Charlotte and some of the other girls returned from their service.