Voluntary

Hmm...

Just maybe...

Maybe there was a way to untangle this shit tornado?

I'd just have to... and then... oh and I could also...

Yes... the pieces were finally, slowly, coming together in my head...

Okay. I had a gameplan now. And by the frustrated look on Teresa's face... Not a moment too soon.

I'd have to deal with her first. And there was only one way to do this.

I'd have to match crazy with crazy.

I grasped her by both shoulders. She was a little shocked, but didn't try to wriggle out. Not after seeing how **** and sad I looked.

"Teresa... I... Even if I told you what this was about... You wouldn't believe me. You'd just think I was... crazy."

That made her melt immediately. She gave me an empathetic smile, and carefully placed her hands over my arm.

"Oh, Jack... No no no... I'll believe you, no matter what it is. I promise."

"Really? I mean... We barely know each other, and-"

"Yes we do! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... yell loudly like that... But... Yeah, okay, we haven't ever really talked.... And and... That thing with Anna two days ago was super... Well, honestly, it was quite disgusting but... I've been thinking about it more and more and more... And... I shouldn't have... I mean maybe you had your reasons for doing it, and... I know it sounds super fucking weird, but..."

She placed her hand over my heart. For a few scary seconds, I was afraid she was planning to rip it out.

"It's like... I can see inside there, you know? Your heart... And I know... that you're not a bad person... At least not completely... And even if you are evil... I... I think I can fix you. I do."

Reagan let out a very audible, disagreeing grunt through her ballgag. We both decided to ignore her.

Teresa looked deeper into my eyes now.

"So... don't be afraid to tell me anything, okay? I'll promise to believe it. Just... believe in me, Jack, and I'll believe in you."

I smiled weakly, and then began shifting around nervously, acting as if I was about to finally drop some heavily guarded secret, something that I had been carrying around for years, on her head.

I gulped, and finally looked back into her eyes. "I'm... I'm an... international spy, Teresa."

She still kept staring at me, waiting for more.

Good... She might actually swallow this bullshit.

"I'm happy you didn't laugh at that, Teresa. Perhaps you will actually believe me then." I sighed deeply. "So yeah. I'm a spy. I'm here to steal state secrets. This magazine job was just a cover. And she..." I pointed at Reagan... "Is also a spy. But from another country. And we happen to have the same goals, so... she tried getting rid of me. And would have succeeded... If it wasn't for your help... Teresa."

I knew how unbelievably crappy that story sounded like. Even movie executives would have called that pitch "done to ****" and laughed my ass out of the room. Any normal person would've seen right through it.

Even Reagan chuckled to herself.

But Teresa... was still intensely serious.

If I made a story that sounded like something she'd WANT to believe in... she would.

"Oh my God..." she just whispered.

"But... Right now, I can't tell you more. Not here. Not now. It isn't safe yet. Meet me tomorrow. I'll text you the time and the place later. I promise everything will become clear then."

Then, for a short while... We just stared at each other.

Teresa's hand was still over my heart. Probably feeling all of my palpitations... because I was scared she might catch my lies. I didn't have a plan B. She'd have to believe this.

Finally, mercifully, she rose on one foot and quickly planted her cherry lips right onto mine.

It was... oddly sweet.

It wasn't a long kiss, but she made up for it with passion, by throwing her hands behind my head and really sucking my face in. When she finally let me go, it was with the loudest and wettest smooch I had ever heard. The experience almost made me dizzy.

She smiled. "I... understand. I can't wait for tomorrow... Mr. spy."

After that, the crazy bitch winked at me and began walking towards the door.

Holy shit. It all actually worked.

Before opening the door, she turned back around once more.

"So, what... What's going to happen... to her?" she said, pointing at Reagan.

I sighed. "It's better if you don't know."

While that sentence would have probably creeped out nearly anyone who heard it... Teresa just smiled. Even wider.

She shared eye contact with Reagan.

"Looks like you chose the wrong profession... bitch."

Reagan just grunted something unintelligible as a reply.

And with those words... Teresa finally left the room.

I had somehow managed to push dealing with that lunatic until tomorrow.

Great. One checkmark down.

Now the other... way, way bigger checkmark... left.

For a long while, after Teresa left, me and Reagan just stared at each other in silence again.

Her being chained up there, completely at my mercy... It was just a beautiful vision. And I could stare at it all day. It was such a serene sight after all the pain she had made me go through.

But... The danger wasn't all over yet. There was one big ticking clock left. And I'd have to start dealing with it right away.

"You know, I could remove your ballgag, and we could have a nice conversation... But I'm sort of tired of that for now. Besides... You're much prettier when you don' talk."

I got closer to her beautiful, well-stacked body, and she tried in vain to back away from me. All she could accomplish was rattling her chains.

"You see... I should get rid of you. It's the smart thing to do. A mean little bitch like you... Why would I go through the trouble of having you around, waiting until you stabbed me in the back again?"

I began rubbing her leg, over her jeans... She really hated that. Practically growled.

I leaned closer to her, so that I could speak right into her ear.

"You stupid little bitch... Did you really think you could take me down? So many have tried... And you're just one more on the list. I bet you feel like right dumb cunt now, don't ya?"

I squeezed her leg, tighter and tighter. That **** her to finally loudly grunt something furious. I didn't give a shit what it was. Probably some mean words.

"But the thing is... you know too much, don't you? I mean... You are... an... ****... liability..." I said, whispering those last words right into her ear. I capped it off by slowly licking her earlobe, like a greasy pervert.

She hated that particular action so much, she actually tried headbutting me. But I stopped that foolish attack by grasping her throat, pushing her face all the way against the back of the X.

"Easy there, cunt. You should be grateful for me for still being alive. I ought to **** you out right here. End your pitiful existence. But... I won't. But don't try your luck," I said as I eased my grip on her throat. She coughed a little through her ballgag.

"You know... It's not going to be easy taming you. Not when you know how I would do it. I bet you're already thinking... 'I'm not going to follow any order he gives me, so he won't get any more points from me...' Which is very smart indeed... but you see... There's a flaw in that logic."

I slowly began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She tried her best to shake her body, make it harder for me to undress her... But in the end, that just helped her jeans fall to her feet even faster.

"There are things... you can, and you cannot, do..." I said as I traced my finger through the pantyline of her now visible, white, satin underwear... I swear I could feel her shiver...

"For example... If I now order you to... orgasm from my touch... within the next fifteen minutes... Do you think you'd be able to fight that order? And not... submit to it?"

She was staring at me with such furious intensity, her head practically shook.

Was she daring me not to do it?

This time I traced my finger over her panties.... right between her pussylips would be...

It felt so warm in there.

The bitch squealed like I had given her a static shock or something.

I bet she rarely let any man come this far. Probably not in ages.

"I know what your thinking right now... 'Oh, how is that supposed to be an order that makes someone submit? If it's something that happens involuntarily, like breathing, how is that supposed to be humiliating?' Well, let me answer you..."

I got very close to her ear again, while I kept fingering around and between the folds of her cunt, still over her panties.

"It's you... submitting... to me. To my touch. The following is very imporant, so listen closely. No matter what I do to you... You should be able to withstand it. You're a soldier, aren't you? You should have complete command over your body. Suppressing an orgasm should be a piece of cake, right? ...But it won't be. You are going to cum. Because I ordered you to. And fifteen minutes... That's such a short time, isn't it? Could you imagine it? Cumming? From the touch of the most hated man you had ever known? In just fifteen minutes? Why that would make you a... submissive little bitch, wouldn't it? Like... You almost wanted to become my **** all along, wouldn't it? I mean... Fifteen minutes is nothing. All my other women could hold out for hours if they wanted to. But... I bet you can't. Because... you are... one sick... nasty... wet... WHORE."

I slipped my whole hand in her panties.

It was time to **** this bitch to cum.

...Hopefully this works, though.

I had just removed her orgasm lock, and that week of lockdown should have left her in quite a... ready state, I think. And based on the moisture I was already feeling... that was indeed the case.

But most of all... I hoped this was going to give me points. By slipping in that peer pressure thing at the end, and considering she had that trait... That should at least double her efforts not to cum. Even though that part about all my other women holding out for hours wasn't even true. They all came like instant waterworks these days.

Then... the more she would fight against cumming... the more it would actually feel like submitting, and surrendering to my orders, when she finally did let herself go and came like a fucking sprinkler. And it would feel super humiliating to her ego.

I saw no other way to get points from her. She knew too much. She would intentionally disobey me at anything else I tried. So I had to make her involuntary actions to feel... really voluntary.

I had to get points from her. Under no circumstances could I leave her with the knowledge of the app. If I did that, and she somehow managed to tell someone else about it... That's it. Game over for me.

She was currently at -25. And if I could get her to 0 in the next 24 hours...

I could wipe her memory of this day.

That perk I got yesterday... I was going to get to use it sooner than I thought.