Confidence

The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

My limbs felt heavy, sated, but my mind was sharp, buzzing with a newfound electricity.

Carefully, I disentangled myself, the rough denim of my jeans scraping against her sensitive skin as I pulled them up. I rolled my weight off her, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my release.

She was a mess. A beautiful, ruined mess. My cum was plastered across her face, a thick, pearly mask that sealed her eyes shut and dripped from her chin in long, viscous strings.

She was still gagging, a soft, wet sound as she tried to clear her throat, her body wracked with small, convulsive coughs.

Without my cum all over it, I was sure a torrent of vitriol would be spewing from her lips. As it was, her silence was a symphony of my victory.

This was it. The apex.

The event felt complete, a closed loop of power and submission.

I could do more, of course.

The possibilities flickered through my mind like a dirty film reel.

But did I need to? I had tied her down, slapped her tits until they glowed a satisfying shade of crimson, and used the soft valley between them to fuck myself to a roaring climax, painting her face with the evidence.

If that wasn't a masterclass in domination, I didn't know what was.

A smug certainty settled in my gut.

My confidence wasn't just brimming; it was overflowing, a hot, arrogant tide. If Sandy were here, I knew I could talk to her without my voice cracking.

For a moment, I considered just leaving. Walking away.

It was the ultimate power move, wasn't it?

To use her and discard her, leaving her trussed up like a forgotten piece of meat, my seed cooling on her skin.

This was an event, right? So far, it meant I could do almost anything, and things would just… work out.

She'd have to struggle, to worm her way across the dirt to find something to cut the bindings, all while marked as mine. The thought was intoxicating.

But no. That was the move of a coward. A scared little boy who was afraid of the aftermath. I was supposed to be leveling up from that.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I grabbed her wrists. The shoelaces were dug deep into her skin, leaving angry red welts.

I worked at the knot, my fingers surprisingly steady, and freed her.

The moment her hands were loose, she jackknifed into a sitting position.

Her first act wasn't to attack me, but to wipe at her face with a ****, furious urgency. She smeared the thick fluid across her cheeks, finally clearing enough of it from her eyes to see.

When she looked at me, it was with a gaze so pure and hateful it could have curdled milk. I had to say something.

"Well... I guess that's that. Thanks for the... uh... time. Bye." The words sounded pathetic even to me. I turned, my escape already in motion.

"You cannot be fucking serious." Her voice was raw, raspy, but it cut through the air like a shard of glass.

I froze. I had to turn back. "I had... fun. Hope you did too." I managed, trying to salvage some shred of control.

"Fun?" she spat, scooping a glob of my cum from her eyebrow with a shaking finger. "So, your version of fun is tying me up, tenderizing my fucking tits, and dumping your load on my face like I'm a goddamn public urinal?" Her eyes burned, twin embers of rage and something else I couldn't quite place.

“Look, it wasn’t my plan, it’s just-“ I stopped myself.

This wasn't who I was supposed to be anymore. No more excuses. Project confidence. "Well, yes," I said, letting my voice drop, a low, confident rumble. "I did enjoy using you."

A flicker. Just for a second, but I saw it. The corner of her mouth, the side not smeared with my cum, twitched upwards in a smirk. "Yeah, I know that," she said, her voice losing a fraction of its venom. "I can literally still taste your ‘enjoyment’ in my mouth. It's really fucking salty."

I answered with an awkward smile of my own. "Right. Haha. Well, you know, I gotta-"

She stood up, pulling her outfit up, finally hiding those perfect tits of hers. "I hope you realize," she said, taking a step closer, "that if you did this to literally anybody else... you'd be dead right now. Straight up. A cadaver. They would cut your balls off with a dull butter knife and feed them to a stray dog before you hit the ground. You do know that, right?"

The threat felt like a real, cold blade pressed against my throat.

"Anybody... else?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Yeah, well... You’re very, very lucky. I think I might be a freak," she admitted, her gaze dropping for a moment. "In fact, I might be a whole lot more fucked up than even I thought." Her hand found another sticky patch in her dark hair. And to my absolute shock, she brought the finger to her lips and licked it clean, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

The app was rewriting her. There was no other explanation.

It was sanding down her sharp edges, replacing her defiance with a dawning, depraved curiosity. She was becoming more submissive, and… she was starting to like it.

This was more than enough. Any more felt like tempting fate, like pushing my luck until the fragile bubble of confidence I'd built popped. I needed to get out. Now.

"Great. Um, I guess I'll see you around," I said, turning again.

"For fuck’s sake. The world is not going to explode if you just tell me your name, you know. Why are you hiding it?" Her voice was softer now, almost... pleading.

I sighed. What could I say?

After all our intimacies, she still didn’t know a single thing about me.

But anonymity was my shield. It had always served me well… And I wasn’t ready to take it off.

Her simple question was chipping away at my newfound confidence, and I couldn't let it.

I don’t know what it was with this girl, but interacting with her normally made me fall to pieces.

I had to end this the way I started it.

I closed the distance between us in two long strides. My hand shot out, my fingers wrapping around her throat.

I didn't squeeze, not hard.

It was a possessive, menacing grip, just enough to make her breath catch, to make her eyes go wide.

I leaned in, my face inches from hers.

"That's because I like it that way. Okay?," I asked, my voice a dangerous whisper.

A slow, genuine smile spread across her face. "Okay," she breathed, not fighting my grasp, not flinching away.

Fuck. She was still turned on.

I could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the musky, sweet scent of her arousal.

Of course she was.

I hadn't given her an ounce of release.

I had taken my pleasure and left her with nothing but the memory of it.

And I realized, with a jolt of dark satisfaction, that I liked that. I liked leaving her wanting.

I let her go, my hand dropping from her throat. I turned and this time, I didn't just walk; I strode away, back towards the path and the normal world beyond.

She didn't call after me. She didn't demand answers.

I had used her, marked her, and left her aching for more.

Was this how it felt like to be a chad?

OBEDIENCE 2 EVENT COMPLETED!

Jennifer learned that she enjoys being controlled by you sexually. Tying her up will make her instantly aroused.

New Actions unlocked!

Write maledom/BDSM erotica for internet (+8 OBEDIENCE, +12 CORRUPTION, +7 STRESS) / E WD

Practice bondage at home (+15 OBEDIENCE, +7 STRESS) / E N WM WD WE

Rub different household objects between breasts, thinking it’s user’s cock (+8 LOVE, +7 CORRUPTION, +2 STRESS) / M E N WM WD WE WN

Exercise extra hard, to look better for user (+9 LOVE, +6 OBEDIENCE, +5 STRESS) / E WM WD WE

Notice: Only 28 possible actions are allowed. Reject new actions, or delete old ones.

You can now give Jennifer 9 actions a week!

Oh?

A limit?

But… why 28?

Hmm. Might be because there’s 28 possible timeslots in her schedule.

So, theoretically, if I get to fill up the whole schedule at some point… I’d have enough for actions for that.

But you’d have to be tactical about which ones you wanted to keep, though.

But that wasn't the most pressing question.

The real question was, what now?

Do I stop training her?

No. Not yet. I needed to test this new confidence. And there was no better test than Sandy.

With the ghost of Jennifer’s throat under my hand, I pulled out my phone and called Sandy. The euphoria was still a live wire in my veins.

"Hi, Ron! What's up?" Her cheerful, oblivious voice was a bucket of cold water on my fire. The old nervousness tried to creep back, tensing my shoulders.

I fought it down. I was still the guy who tamed that goth bitch with my cock.

"I was thinking," I said, forcing my voice to be smooth, casual. "My schedule just opened up. I've got time for a play-session. Right now. You know, if you wanted to learn about the game." The words came out stronger than I expected. A demand, not a request.

Silence. A fumbling sound on the other end.

Had I been too blunt?

Too soon?

Was this it?

Was she about to reject me, hang up, laugh-

"Sure, Ron. You can come over! I'll send you my address in case you don't have it."

Pure, unadulterated relief washed over me.

I was glad she couldn't see the massive, predatory grin that split my face.

I had done it. I had gone for what I wanted, and I had taken it.

I was a man.

All thanks to Jennifer, and her fine, fine-

Wait. A new notification blinked on her profile. Something different.

New property available!

Jakey's 24/7 Store

Cost - 100$

The store?

I could buy Jennifer's... workplace?