How to use bitches effectively

"Come in!" I shouted.

The usual creak of the door was followed by a very lovely sight indeed.

Gloria in a fetish schoolgirl outfit.

It was easy to tell that Gloria wasn't used to the dressup. She took tender, slow steps inside the room, like the schoolgirl's outifit was poisoning her skin or something.

Non-surprisingly, her focus was quickly overrun by the four naked people in front of her.

Her bodyguard tied on the table. Her former co-workers crouching nakedly on the floor, my cum still decorating their sweat-shiny bodies.

"What the fuck- What are all these s-skanks doing here? You said-" she began screeching annoyingly.

"Do you remember what I texted you?", I interrupted.

"BUT- what?"

"I told you to wear that outfit... and ask no further questions. You're being a disobedient little bitch again."

I tapped the whip I was still holding. I made sure she could see the full weight of it.

She quickly closed her pretty little mouth.

I took a couple of steps closer to her.

"What you see here... it's my version work and leisure. I like to combine them."

I didn't stop getting closer and closer to her. So much so that she had to back up against the wall.

"You're probably wondering which one you are."

"Um... L-leisure?"

I smiled for a bit... and then let my expression slowly turn more serious.

It was rare to see Gloria this frightened. Everything about this was catching her off guard.

SLAP!

I slapped her face.

Before she could even react, my hand had already reddened the little princess's cheek.

She was about to scream, until I quickly had my hand gripping her throat, making that impossible.

She looked so confused. She didn't understand why she was suddenly gasping for air.

Still... She was surprisingly docile. Many people would have panicked and started kicking and punching in a situation like this. To her credit, she wasn't one of them. She knew that the only way out of this decision was my mercy, and my mercy alone.

She locked eyes with mine... and used those **** blue eyes of hers to beg for forgiveness.

It was funny how just a small sample of discipline really made her go all submissive. And knowing her... she was already horny, whether she fully understood that or not.

And for her commendable behavior to all this... I loosened my grip a bit. I was allowing her to breathe in tiny chunks of air into her lungs again.

I turned to Reagan, who was watching this with horror. So were the other two redheads, but I had no need to focus on them.

"LET- LET HER GO!" Reagan shouted angrily, as she got over the shock of what just happened.

"Oh really now? You sure about that? See I was going to give you a choice. Instead of saying that embarrassing phrase that you really seem to hate... How about you join me in disciplining miss high-and-mighty over here?"

"Wha- What?" she stammered.

"That's right. I know you two don't have the warmest relationship, so maybe you'd like to take this chance to show her her true place? Heck, I'll even take your cuffs off, so you can really let yourself loose on her."

She briefly considered what I was offering, but... "F-fuck you. LET HER GO!"

Jesus. I knew it was kind of a longshot, but she's was still extremely uncooperative.

Maybe some love could help here?

I looked deep into Reagan's eyes. She had trouble meeting them again, and was blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Really? You won't do this... even for me?"

This time she clearly had a tougher time getting the words out, but she did.

"N-no! Fuck.... Fuck you! LET HER GO! NOW!!"

What a seriously tough nut to crack.

Back to Plan A then.

I turned back to Gloria.

She seemed a bit irritated about being used as an offering for Reagan. That and her face was starting to change color. Probably a decent time to let her go.

As I removed my hand, she dropped to her knees and sucked in air and coughed like a newborn.

Still, I bet there was a damp spot in her panties.

"Well well. Isn't this all so nice. You hear that, Gloria? Your brave bodyguard has decided that I should let you go. And I did. You are free. Go ahead and thank her."

Gloria finally got her strength back and looked at me.

I nodded.

She slowly got up, and walked towards Reagan.

She lowered herself to meet her gaze.

Reagan inched her face closer, and started whispering to her. Desperately hoping I wouldn't hear it.

"Listen. You need to tell your mother I'm here. You need to tell Maria-"

SLAP!!

Another nasty, violent slap rang through the dungeon.

This time it wasn't my hand.

It was Gloria's.

And it left a nasty red mark on the bewildered face of Reagan.

"You... disgusting... DYKE!! How fucking dare you?! HOW?! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU!! YOU DISGUSTING VILE STUPID CARPET MUNCHER!! EEEW!!" Gloria shouted like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum.

"What- What-" Reagan rattled.

"JACK SENT ME THAT VIDEO!! THAT- THAT VIDEO FROM THE RESTAURANT BATHROOM!!! YOU- YOU- EW! YOU BITCH! YOU SPANKED ME, YOU L-LICKED ME, YOU- YOU GOT BETWEEN ME AND MY BOYFRIEND, AND- AND I FUCKING FUCKING HATE YOU!! YOU STUPID... RETARD!!!"

That last word hit Reagan the worst.

Gloria's eternal nickname for her. The one she probably still heard in her nightmares.

Retard.

SLAP!!!

Another slap.

Left cheek this time.

Now both cheeks looked nearly as red as her backside. And I only whipped that thing a hundred times.

Gloria's anger was something to behold... the girl wasn't holding any of it back.

So I had to.

I had to grab her hand before she was about to slap Reagan a third time.

I didn't want to see any permanent injuries.

"Okay. Let's all just cool down for a moment here. Yes, I did send Gloria that lovely video we filmed a week ago. And I told her that if she came down here... She could do whatever she wanted with you."

Gloria was still huffing and puffing like a prize fighter, but had the good sense not to interrupt my speech.

Reagan was still looking dazed.

"So... here's the thing. I'm giving you to her for a few hours. And I command you to obey any order she gives you."

There.

If all went well... this should give me a lots and lots of points. And Gloria would do all the work for me.

"And Gloria... no more senseless ****. You're only allowed to humiliate her. If you cross that line too hard, I'll put a stop to this."

Gloria slowly lowered her raised hand, and lessened her combative huffing.

"...yes. Well, you heard Jack, you bitch, I'm going to-"

"Oh and one more thing, Gloria. I think we're past the stage where you get to call me by my first name. We need something else."

She turned to me in confusion.

"What- What do you mean?"

"You know what? From now on, I'm not Jack, nor your boyfriend. Call me... daddy."

She looked a little weirded out by that.

"Is that clear?"

"...yes... um... d-daddy..." (GLORIA +1SP) (+83SP)

Nice. That word felt so nice in my dick. I guess that meant it was the right choice.

"Good. Now get on with it."

She turned back to Reagan, and tried getting her groove back.

"So, so, like... like... daddy said... You have to obey me. Or... Or else."

She lifted her high heel shoe in front of Reagan's face.

"Kiss my shoes... Retard!"

Naturally... that didn't work.

You couldn't tame Reagan like that. All she did was stare daggers at me.

That was to be expected. I still had a couple of more tricks up my sleeve.

"Oh and by the way, if you refuse any of Gloria's commands... I'm going to punish Gloria. Really, really hard."

Gloria turned to me in confusion, fright... and maybe a bit more turned on.

Obviously this wasn't enough to make Reagan kiss her shoes. Right now she was probably cursing herself for not punishing the little bitch herself when she had the chance.

I whispered something into Gloria's ears.

A way to get Reagan to do... whatever she wanted from now on.

Gloria took a few seconds to think about it... and then was ready to run with it.

"Okay, so... really? You're really going to let me get punished? Holy fuck. You're such an awful bodyguard. A real retard of a bodyguard. And all you had to do was kiss my shoes. You're seriously the worst, most retarded bodyguard in the world."

The gears were now turning in Reagan's head.

This time... no matter how much she gritted her teeth, no matter how much resolve she had left...

She didn't have a choice.

It was like her body was making the choice for her.

Her lips inched ever-so-slowly towards Gloria's new sexy, plastic high heels...

And made contact with them. (REAGAN: +20SP) (+32SP)

"HAHA! Look J- Look... daddy! Look at the stupid retard! She's actually kissing my shoes!"

Oh yeah.

That "Peer Pressure"-trait of hers...

I somehow knew it still had some use left.