Points without effort? Points due to lack of control!

Ryan was looking over the options in the store. Making the tent larger was only 5BP, and whilst it wouldn’t help the Jessies permanently, it would help for this round. On top of that, there was a tiny bit of extra space for Ryan to occupy should he be sorted in with other contestants. He looked at the other options. A cot seemed nice, but it had a warning that it required at least two expansions. The total of 20, which sucked; it was over half of what he had been given as a result of the votes. Syl must really want them to do their quests. With how much the quests are giving, is it even worth trying to appeal to the audience?

His transformations also cost ridiculous amounts: 85 for Character Creator, and ‘enjoy nature’ luckily costs way more. But those were the rejected transformations; there were others he could, in theory, buy. Something called ‘All Day Anal’ only 40 BP, Samson explained, “Unvoted transformations are always available as long as you are still on that path. However, their explanation will only become available once the votes happen. Others, like ‘All Day Anal’, that are generic enough boons, will always remain visible without explanation until one of you buys it. Often, they are really common ones across the seasons, a variation on the concept. Another example would be ‘Mouth for Pleasure’,” he showed a card with a cost of 20 BP. “These types of transformations give you a major benefit with little cost, but they are generic and tend to have small effects. They often do come with decent side effects, though. We also have ‘cursed’ transformations, which we will label as such, that cost around the same. Since you are looking for yourself, I won’t go into details.”

“And the ones we have don’t have side effects?” Ryan’s words were laced with scepticism. The goblin nodded. “I will think about it, Samson. Wait, you have the chastity device, right?”

“I do! You are the first to ask. We have nice designs ready for you.” Samson pulled out a box with three different designs: a generic metal cage with a ring that would fit his prick snugly, a smaller plastic one that would compress it a bit, and a flat one which would push his dick inside with effectively a string to keep it in place, Ryan guessed.

“Can you explain the difference between them, except for size?”

“Well, for starters, the plastic one and the flat one are self-cleaning; you don’t need to remove them to be clean yourself. They also prevent spillage magically. The other main feature they have is that they will make it so that you fit them. The flat one has an additional feature where you can designate who can unlock it, and you don’t need a key. By default, you are the only one to have that control, but should you want it, you could have it so only your master can. Once you transfer ownership, however, it will be with that person until they hand it back or give it to another. No extra charges as long as you complete the challenge.” There was a smile on the goblin's face that almost looked like it wanted to goad him into getting the flat one.

Ryan did like the idea of being controlled by Chris… He could always get it and discuss it with ‘the master’. “Fine, give me the damm flat one,” Ryan said with a smile that read as You got me. “I need the BP, and upgrading the others will likely cost me too much.” With a chuckle, the goblin handed over the device. “From when does it start counting?”

“The moment you put it on. It automatically lets us know how long it has been on; every 24 hours counts as a day. I didn’t want to be a dick and say it had to be continuous.”

“You are the judge for this?” Samson nodded back.

Heather had wandered in grumpy, but grabbed her BP from the notice board. Ryan quickly put the device in his pocket. “So, anything good, Philips?” She demanded as a boss who expected her subordinates to explain everything to her.

“If you can get William to buy a space upgrade, you can sleep in a cot if you buy one yourself for a total of 10 BP; otherwise, it is 20. There are cheap generic transformations, but they do have side effects.” The consultant told her, used to her bossy demeanour.

“Mr Moore is otherwise occupied, carrying the Wilsons. So I can’t make him. Do we know what those transformations do?” Ryan shook his head. “Do you want to test one of those transformations on someone?” Heather asked, hoping he would say yes, removing her moral responsibility for it partially and giving plausible deniability.

Ryan was glad he didn’t say stuff about the cursed transformations; better not let her find out. “No, if I did, I probably would have already. I prefer consent when giving people things they can’t reverse.” He made a point to emphasise consent. “I did look into the chastity devices; they did seem okay.” That caught her attention, victory.

“So, are you wearing it right now?”

“No, you came in before I could go put it on, but I picked one with a bunch of extra features.”

“Such as?”

“Self-cleaning and prevents any leakage.” Ryan kept the ownership transfer secret; he didn’t need the bossy woman figuring that out and using it against him. She is a will gobble me up if I give her an inch. She does it as a client, so she will do it now as well. “I shall leave you here whilst I go put it on.”

Heather was left alone. She considered the worth of wearing one of those devices; even for 3 days might be too much. Not being in control of herself was unimaginable. Still, Roberts was too chill about it. Was there a thing she did not know about, and he did? “Goblin, what are the rules around the chastity device thing?” She didn’t know his name and didn’t care. He was her lesser.

“The basic rules are you have to wear the device for 72 hours total over the round. I don’t care about continuous length, just total hours. Each 24 hours counts as a day.” Samson didn’t give enough of a shit about the woman in front of him; She didn’t care about him, so why should he?

“Okay, show me a device with the features that Roberts’s has.” She demanded as she would have of any other retail employee.

Samson did some malicious compliance. He took out a single belt with all the features Ryan’s had, only he had set the control to randomly select the owner amongst the other participants and the Master. “Here you go, Ma’am.” He said as he slid the slender chastity belt with metal bands over to her, no lock, no key in sight.

“Where are the lock and the key?”

“This device registers its owner, and then the owner gets to say when it opens. As a result, no visible lock and key are needed. All part of the magic enchantments you asked for.” He said with a customer service smile that could break at any moment if she said the wrong thing, and he would burst out in laughter.

{reveal "The owner is?"}

The owner of this chastity belt is the master Christopher Philips.

{endreveal}

Samson chuckled as he saw the result. Fate is weird. That is likely the best and worst option for her.

Heather clicked the belt in place over her clothes and said, “Open,” but it didn’t. In a panic, she rushed over to Samson. “Green monster, explain why I can’t open it.” Her calm facade cracked as she realised she could not satisfy herself.

Samson felt insulted by the monster part enough to make her want to pay for the answer. “I never said I would make you the owner of the device. I selected randomly who would be. I do know who, but I won’t tell you for free.”

“What is your price?” Desperation and anger dripped in her voice.

“You wear the device for the rest of the round. I will tell you at the end, unless you have found out who owns it before then.”

“How am I supposed to participate in my date?”

“Backdoor, oral, or any other form of non-vaginal sex is an option. Also, do you think your master will want sex with you right now? Ohh wait, your clothes… yeah, you would need to cut them up and then put on new ones.”

“Noooo, I can’t wait or want to please something else.” She begged and even ended up grovelling.

Samson thought of something. “I get to buy you a transformation with your BP for you. You will not know what it is. You have to find out by yourself.” He was petty and was willing to make her pay differently if she didn’t want to play by his normal rules; then a transformation as punishment was the next best thing. Lady Syl had appeared behind the domineering woman. She hadn’t interfered, but the fact that she was here meant she was considering it.

“Yes, sure, anything but not know who to ask for release.”

“It is the master,” Samson told her, and she suddenly lost 5 BP.

{reveal 'Show the transformation'}

Such a Tease: The recipient will make flirtatious or teasing comments and innuendos to others every once in a while. This need increases the lower their ranking is. Recipient will not offer things they don't want to do, only things they are otherwise too stuck up or too shy for.

Hidden: Should the teased person try to take the recipient up on it, the recipient will be forced to do whatever they teased with.

{endreveal}

Ryan was taking a walk with his new cage, which was tight. It was weird. He probably shouldn’t have picked this cage, but now that he had it, he would need to wear it for at least three days. He spotted William and Becky approaching him, looking distraught. “Hey, how is it going? Did the Jessies wake up?”

“No, and I think I made Chris madder…” William admitted. “I should have noticed that Missy was weirdly polite. That she didn’t react the way she should have… I also shouldn’t have kept her on mute for as long as I did.”

“How long was that?”

“A couple of hours… I forgot, okay.” William got defensive.

The drama was a nice distraction from what was going on in his pants. “And why are you in such a state, Becky?” He asked, hoping for more serious issues and was rewarded.

“I was the reason Missy was acting weird, but she was being a real bitch the entire day, and I wanted to prevent her from losing points. I just hadn’t thought about how she would feel about it. She must feel super bad right now. Chris is trying to talk her through it.” The girl said, heaving, jiggling her boobs as she breathed in and out.

Secondary effect of her transformation: more shape, more SPRING? Did it turn up the bounciness, not in the description, right? Ryan thought before returning to the conversation. “How is he trying to do all of that? He is no psychologist.”

“He is more forcing her to reflect like you would a little kid. She can ask him a few questions if she wants. Better than nothing, right?”

“Better than nothing. Maybe also exactly what the doctor might prescribe, though I am just as sure as Chris would be. I do see the merit in it. Let’s head back before dinner is served.”

Arriving back, the trio is almost assaulted, but Heather is held back by Syl. “You bastard didn’t tell me your cage was controlled by Chris. I would have asked him myself otherwise.” The bossy lady had broken decorum as she shouted.

“One, it isn’t; that is an option, however. Why is yours controlled by Chris from the start? Why curse at me if you like it?”

“My fault; I had set the owner to random. I could still track who actually owned it, though. She paid a price for knowing.” Samson said with a smile that showed he knew he had gotten away with something.

“Yeah, 5BP, you scam artist. I did not mean that it was just a tease. You finger-licking thing. So it is all your fault. You two went with Chris; can I go see him now?” Heather complained of having lost all her composure. She hardly knew what was going on and was frustrated at the lack of control. This loss of control had been as devastating to her as the loss of it had been to Missy.

“You could always text him, you know. He can give permission through his phone. You knowing you have permission is enough.” Syl said.

Philips didn’t respond. Why is he not responding? Does he have something better to do than help me? The egotistical bastard. “EXPLAIN why he isn’t responding?” Heather demanded, as not being able to set her own schedule was foreign and wrong. She could not, she would not tolerate it.

“He is busy. If you want an immediate answer, you need to call him. Texts are like emails and letters to him. If you send them, you give him time to react until convenient or thought out, whatever the reason is.” Ryan explained as if it were a fact of life. “We agreed to this when we started the business. It helped us improve work-life balance. We don’t need to be on the clock all the time, but we can ask things, and if the other person has an immediate answer they want to give, they can. Helps our workflow a lot. Email is for formal stuff, but informal texts work on such a small scale.” He explained all the details in the hope of appealing to the businesswoman.

Sadly, it had little effect as she had already rang Chris. “Hi, Christopher, could you please give me permission to remove the chastity belt, Master?”

Over the phone, she heard, “You can remove it for 30 minutes between sunset and sunrise and another 30 between sunrise and sunset, until you have reached the three-day mark and aren’t in debt because of it.”

“WHY??” she pleaded, close to demanding an explanation instead of asking.

“Because you can do it. You chose to wear it; now you have to live with it. I will cut you a deal. If you have 15 BP, you can spend as much time outside of it, but the moment you don’t, you have to wear it until you have 15 BP, unless I tell you otherwise.”

I can’t lose more than 20 BP then, but it is worth it to be able to touch myself. When I want. For as long as I want without the interference of anyone else. “Fine, I accept that deal.” She said as she hung up. She had not realised that the deal would work forever or until they changed it again.

“Why didn’t you ask for ownership?” Ryan asked.

Panic set in as she had to call Chris back to ask for it.

“Can’t I have full ownership?” She pleaded in a more polite tone.

“I will give you ownership if you get to 20 VP this week.” He hung up, no negotiation, no allowance for back and forth. She had called at an inconvenient time. Why had he picked 20 VP? Why that number of all things? It was so high! Wait, it was also one-fifth of one hundred. The minimum number of weeks is five! He is giving me a motivator to help us get it done with it the soonest.

Heather opened the app that showed VP scores.

• Ryan 5VP
• The Jessies 4 VP
• William 2VP
• Becky 0 VP
• Heather 0 VP
• Missy -2 VP

Ryan and the Jessies had more than 4 VP. How? “How do you and the Wilsons have so much VP?”, Roberts, she thought, but stalking closer, said, “cute little thing?”

“Jesse and Jessica, I can make guesses about, but Chris and I shared romantically intimate gestures; it is as simple as that.”

“Details, cutie.” She said, not accepting that. It wouldn’t allow her to replicate it.

Syl stopped her. “Ryan doesn’t want to say more. Stop, or I will subtract VP for harassment. You have been walking a fine line since Samson pranked you. He knew the boundaries and stayed within them, so he won't be punished. You, however, have almost done things that crossed the line and would have led to elimination almost certainly. Non sexual violence isn’t tolerated.”

Heather stopped for a moment and thought about what she could do. She grumbled and went to her tent to cool off. The rest started dinner.