(Watersports version) EVERY TASTE IS UNIQUE (Upgrades: L1 "YES, DEAR" & L1 "BINDING CONTRACT")

Let's start with the easiest choice.

As much as I enjoyed Anna-Marie's tongue tickling my anus... I think I'll have more fun seeing it tickling the voluptuous bottoms of my newly-formed harem as well.

This wasn't really a strategic choice anymore. She was nearly finished in her submission already... It was more like an aesthetic choice.

Basically... what pleased me the most.

And with just one click... Anna-Marie's life was now devoted to serving and enjoying juicy, sexy asses.

But yeah... This upgrade business...

This required a lot of thinking. Way more than I wanted at this time of night.

But, eventually, I did boil it down to two.

Michelle's "YES, DEAR" and Henrika's "BINDING CONTRACT".

First of all, any help I could receive in my plans to reconquer my ex-wife was going to be useful. Bringing her housewife-trait up a notch... Well, my weekend gets a lot easier.

So, without further ado, I clicked on the trait, then pushed the "upgrade"-button.

**** / YES, DEAR - L1

Doing traditional housewife duties for the user gives the subject **** sexual arousal. For example, cleaning the user’s house, washing their laundry, cooking their food, etc.

L1 Upgrade: If the user scolds the subject for doing their housewife duties poorly, the subject will feel the critique almost as if it was physical pain and/or nausea. The size of the pain is based on the size of the critique. However, if the user praises the subject for doing good housework, then the effect is reversed. The subject will feel immense, almost orgasmic pleasure with each word. If no orgasm lock is active, the subject might even orgasm on the spot.

Hmm... Nice.

I could easily see how that's going to start fucking with her mind.

Displease me, feel awful. Please me, and feel pleasure.

Fuck yeah. That should help her realize what her actual priorities are.

The actual quality of her work might not even matter a single bit. I could scold her over anything, and she would feel bad. Or I could praise her for doing crummy work, and she might pass out from pleasure.

Although, no reason to encourage her to do bad work, I guess.

But better not get stuck on that now, there was still one more upgrade to do.

Henrika's BINDING CONTRACT.

Looking at her current price counter helped me make up my mind fast.

The price had gone up. Significantly.

It was currently 10,160,756 dollars.

Yeah.

What the fuck.

That was nearly a 10 million dollar price increase since yesterday.

How the fuck did her self-worth shoot up that much in a single day?

I mean, I'm sure the shock of the moment had worn off by now, but still... Jesus.

I was going to need serious help with this one.

Thankfully, I had more than enough points to buy another upgrade for today.

So... It's Level 1 for you too, Henrika.

**** / BINDING CONTRACT - L1

The user is able to buy the subject's body completely for themselves, forever. They just have to pay the correct price.

NOTE: The moment you click this option, the app will show the exact numerical value in dollars that the subject considers their body is worth. Every person on planet has this value, even if they think they wouldn't sell themselves no matter what. When the user presents this exact amount of money to the subject and says "I want to buy you", the subject will be unable to say no. Everyone around the user may disapprove of this slavery, but they will consider it legally bounding and normal.

L1 Upgrade: Treating the **** roughly and in sexual ways is also publicly accepted. People might disapprove, but they will also believe that the **** has no human rights anymore and the user has the right to humiliate them in any way they choose. People will also believe that public decency laws don't include slaves. For example, slaves may walk around naked and masturbate in public without being arrested.

NOTE: The numerical value for the subject is highly dependent on the subject's own philosophies and self-worth. The price has been known to be as high as multiple billions or as low as few hundred dollars. The price can only go down. The price counter will always be the lowest number reached.

Oh, wow. Exactly the thing I was hoping for.

The price-counter reduction and some really exciting public fun I could look forward to.

Hmmm... But it was a little weird... Another mass-hypnosis on the level of Ulla's anti-feminist proclamations... How could one app do so much to so many people at the same time?

Would that work, no matter what? Even if people saw her walking naked on the TV or something?

I didn't have too much time to ponder that, as I my attention was grabbed by the price counter dropping. And fast.

All the way down to 164,178 dollars.

Yeah, I remember it being something like that yesterday. That was surely the lowest point in Henrika's life.

And that price... That price was still reachable. And after Janice would give in, and pay me 200 k just to give her nipples a twist...

Speaking of which, I hadn't heard from her all day. Considering how addicted she was to my squeezings...

What if she was still actually wearing that collar when I activated her latest trait?

...

I might seriously have to check on her. Maybe this weekend already.

Hey. Wait.

Did I see... I'm pretty sure her newest trait "HEEL" was...

Oh shit. It think it was. It's upgrade-box definitely wasn't greyed out.

Didn't that mean... I mean, I was allowed to upgrade only traits that had been used at least once...

So, therefore...

She was currently... a doggy?

Crawling around helplessly?

...

Shit. I hope she made it inside her apartment at least. Otherwise...

That could be a huge issue.

If anybody saw her like that...

Scratch my other plans. I'm checking on her the first thing tomorrow.

I'm going to die unless I finally get some proper sleep. Doing that weird... out-of-body super-sex mode absolutely destroyed my stamina. If I hadn't taken a nap in the middle of the day, I might have already passed out on the basement floor.

So, now just...

Time to finally...

Get some...

...

Fuck.

I still need to piss.

Just when I got comfy under my blanket.

Argh. So now I have to get up, walk all the way to the bathroom, and-

...

No, wait, Jack.

That was your old life.

I wonder if I could...

...

I was a ruthless bastard, wasn't I?

But hey. I should embrace it.

This is my new life.

It's all luxury from now on.

"Gretchie?", I said, hoping the **** wasn't actually sleeping yet.

"Yes, master?" her sweet voice answered.

"I'm going to need you to swallow something. Open your mouth."

ULLA

Fuck.

Sleeping on this couch was so goddamn uncomfortable.

Sigh...

And it's not just the fact that it's not even big enough for my whole body. My feet were hanging of the edge, making this whole experience almost painful. I knew I should have bought the bigger model.

But... I probably couldn't sleep anyways.

All these endless thoughts running through my head.

...Maria's gone? Jack's the editor? Gretchen in charge?

No. She's not in charge. He is. He's running the whole goddamn magazine now.

And somehow... he's able to manipulate everyone around him.

...Every woman around him, that is.

No no no.

Don't let me reach the same conclusion again.

...ngh...

It can't just all be... that... that... he's able to do this, because...

He's a... smart, powerful man and... we are just... dum, easily-controllable girls.

No! Not girls, women!

Proud, intelligent, p-powerful... w-women...

Right?

...Fuck.

All those words just... Felt like such...

Nonsense.

Why... couldn't I stop... thinking about...

How feeble my gender is?

I remember thinking the opposite for so long... and so adamantly... And now it just... It felt so...

Childish. And naïve.

But... Maybe... I mean.... Maybe it's just him, right? He's... No matter how much I hate him...

And I really, really hate him...

He's just smarter and... more capable than anybody around him.

And people around him are...

Women.

And none of us can catch up to him. Because... we're naturally... at a disadvantage...

But...

Thinking like that...

It goes against everything I've ever stood for, and-

"Hey, Ulla?" I suddenly heard a soft voice in the living room.

This was the first time Henrika had spoken to me today.

Yesterday, after Jack left... We exchanged a few words... None of them pleasant, and then, I don't know, I guess the gravity of the situation felt so heavy and weird that both of us... Well, we just... avoided each other.

But during our arguing yesterday, Henrika made it clear that she didn't want me in her bed.

The bed that I had paid for, by the way.

While she lived her artistic, non-money making lifestyle.

Calm down, Ulla. That fight was yesterday.

Right now... She's just here. Talking to me.

That in itself was a good sign.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice filled with trepidation.

She sighed a few times.... and then carefully sat down on the sofa, right next to me.

"I've... I think I've... Finally finished up... thinking about yesterday. And... And how I feel about it all."

"...yeah?" I asked, even more nervous than before.

This is it. I could feel it.

I could tell where this was heading.

Divorce city.

I mentally prepared myself for the gut-punch.

My life... was about to be... officially ruined.

"And... and..." she struggled to find the right words. "I think everything that happened... I... I don't think you could've done things differently."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Let's just... face the facts, Ulla. He was a man. We were just two women. And... And I think he outsmarted and outpowered us on every level... to fulfill his sick fantasies. And... And I don't think we had the intelligence to stop him."

This... This was a little different than I expected...

Those words... coming from her mouth... it sounded almost as awful as a divorce, but...

Was she... right?

Were we... helpless... against Jack?

I mean... That's the only explanation for everything he was able to do, right?

Like today... Cumming all over the three of us and... and playing those perverted ass-games...

It felt like I was ripping out a part of my ego thinking this, but...

Maybe I just... truly... wasn't as smart... and capable... as him?

Henrika turned to me, letting that perfect little smile paint her face. "The main point is... I don't believe that you did what you did because you wanted to cheat on me or something. He manipulated you into that. We... were no match for him. And... And this society that we live in... He will never be punished for his actions. All we can do is... Do our best to avoid ending up in these kinds of situations."

She put her hand on my shoulders, and looked me deep in the eye. "Ulla... I don't believe you cheated on me. In your heart... And in your soul... It wasn't actual cheating."

"It... It wasn't, Henrika. It really wasn't."

"I know. Come here, babe."

And then she just pulled me up, threw her soft arms around my neck....

And we kissed.

The feeling of her warm lips enveloping mine... I would never grow tired of that.

And she was such a soft, sweet kisser. I could feel her love for me with each second we held each other tight.

When we finally let go... And looked adoringly into each other's eyes....

It was like everything was just... magically fixed.

Was it that... simple? I mean... the stuff that went on in here, right in front of her... It was insane, rough, and-

"Just..." She suddenly spoke up. "Just, maybe, I don't know... Let's do our best to stay away from his radar, okay? I understand why you can't quit your job, but... Maybe, I don't know, try dressing a little less sexier or something? That way... Maybe he forgets about you."

I chuckled. "Are you calling me so sexy that I have to make myself uglier on purpose?"

She giggled. "Well... Honestly..." her finger playfully traced the mounds of my breasts... "You can't help what mother Nature gave you, babe."

I grabbed her hand, pulling her whole body next to mine. "Oh yeah? You sure about that? Maybe you need a... closer inspection?"

And just like that...

Soon our burning bodies were soon tangled up in the hottest make-up sex of my life.

Fuck it. Everything's all right in the world.

Jack was just... one man.

One awful, awful man.

But... Maybe... I could learn to deal with him.

Somehow.

And the really sad truth was... What I was really dreading about next week wasn't him...

It was going to my mother's awards ceremony. And making a speech there.

I'd take a thousand Jacks before that.

SOPHIE

This was so sad.

So so sad.

But I had the pictures.

And I had the photoshop skills.

If I just... Put Jack's head on this naked man's body... There...

And... Use one of those nude pictures of Lana...

And... And.... ngg.... Put that nude body's face near his c-cock...

And it would look... Almost as if... Like... He was headfucking her...

Oh god.... uh ah.... ouh.... nnhhhhh....

This... This wasn't good for me.

I mean...

The weekend had just started and... and I had spent every minute of it now... with my finger... in and out of my labia.

I hadn't even eaten yet. And not that I couldn't, I mean my fridge was full...

Oh God... I was so hungry... but holy shit this picture looked hotter than a thousand suns.

And... And it's not like I was even capable of cumming... I just needed to... Oh god...

I'm such... ngh... such a sad... pathetic...

...

I really need to quit my job. No employee... should ever... be treated like that...

Just... the non-stop sexual harassment and.... and... ****...

But...

Quitting would also mean...

Seeing less Jack and Lana...

And seeing them interact... less and less...

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

I'll quit soon

Not just, you know

Not just yet

Just untill....

FUUUCKKKKK

I'M THE WEIRDEST FUCKING CREEP ON THE PLANET!!!

AND I STILL CAN'T CUM!!!!