MY KINK IS YOUR KINK

So I finally decided on B. It seemed to give me more control over Sophie than option A, and limitless amounts of possible fun. Also, I was kinda interested how this thing worked. Would the previous order I gave Sophie be her kink now, if I used the magic phrase? Or did this thing count only the orders I gave after the activation?

Well. It didn't hurt to try.

I picked up the panties that were thrown across the room, and put them safely back in my pocket. Lana must have realised they were missing by now. There was no getting out of that one. As I walked back to my desk I stopped for a few seconds behind Sophie. She just kept tapping away, until she couldn't ignore my stare at the back of her neck. Finally she had to turn around dramatically.

"What!?", she shouted, but the redness on her face hadn't disappeared anywhere.

"You pervert" I smirked, as I walked back to my desk.

"Fuck you. Fuck you! You're the pervert here! Not me! You fucking...", she kept mumbling as she returned to her fast typing. It almost felt like she wasn't actually writing anything, just hitting the keys randomly, just to prove she wasn't perturbed by what had happened.

Now, I had no idea if that phrase actually even worked now. Or how in fact did it work? Was Sophie's new kink sniffing panties? Or was it more specifically sniffing Lana's panties? Well, thinking about it, actually my last order was about her describing the smell. So was that it? Did she feel perversion about describing how things smell? Or describing how panties smell? Or describing how Lana's panties smell? Or the incredibly specific perversion of telling me how Lana's panties smelled?

Well. I would have fun finding it out.

It was pretty clear by midday, that Lana wouldn't be coming in today. Though I wanted to make sure. I sent a message to Gretchen, asking if Lana had told her why she wasn't in yet. Gretchen answered me that Lana apparently wasn't feeling too well, and was working from home today. Well, shit. Guess she had a lot of stuff she had to work through.

That just sort of made this day useless. I couldn't progress with her. Or maybe I could? I sent Lana a message.

"I think we should talk"

No reply. No matter how long I waited. Dammit. This day was a wash. But that was sort of ok. I made so much progress yesterday that maybe I could let this day go, and continue tomorrow? Yeah. Best not to push it if it wasn't completely necessary. However, if she was planning to take tomorrow off too... then I needed a new gameplan.

Since I had nothing I needed to write, I just kept searching more and more info about Lana. Nothing interesting. I even tried the dark web. That was a mistake, definitely nothing about her there, just some disturbed shit. So I just sort of drifted off to find about her sister. Katie. Dear Lord she was a looker. A redhead like Lana, probably even a hotter version of her. And she had quite the dreamjob, a journalist for the Washington Post. So both sisters were writers. No wonder they had developed such a rivalry. Although it seemed Katie was currently winning in every field. Fuck. I really wanted her too. But that would require me to spend a lot of time with her... No it was all future stuff and I needed to get my head back in to the game. Maybe I could use this stuff about her sister against Lana somehow?

Finally the workday was done. Oh God. This day felt so useless. I had to come up with something.

Oh yeah. Maybe this would be a good time to continue testing my app with Gretchen?

...You know what, it actually was.

I returned home. Immediately, I sent a message to Gretchen.

"Be at my place. Third street apartment six. One hour."

There. Let's see how this worked.

As I expected, I soon got a bunch of messages.

"Why?"

"Jack, Why? What is this about?"

"Jack, why am I supposed to be at your place? Tell me!"

I didn't answer any of them. She even tried to call me, but I wouldn't pick up. No, I needed to know if she would obey me without even understanding why.

(GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+43SP)

Okay, feeling those points I knew she had made her decision to come over anyway. I decided to hide Mickey, since there was no point to her having a mental breakdown about seeing him here. Not right now, anyway.

Then I just waited. Patiently.

There was a knock on my door. A timid, scared knock.

I opened the door after waiting one minute. There she was. In her everyday outfit. Looking at me like a scared baby deer. That expression was so different than what Gretchen had had for me for most of our working relationship. No strength, no overwhelming pride, no automatic assumption that people had to obey her. Just a confused little girl.

"Wh-What is this about, Jack? You didn't answer."

"Close the door behind you.", I said as I walked back to my bed. Just so you understand, I have a very tiny apartment. My bed is very close to the hallway, and I could see Gretchen from my bed still.

Gretchen walked in. And she closed the door. No points for that, but I guess I didn't expect any. She was very high on the submission point scale already, so I wasn't going to get points for every completed commandment. Just the most humiliating ones.

"Jack?"

She knew what this was about. She just didn't want to admit it to herself.

"Rule one. When you're in my house, you're not allowed to wear any clothes. Take them all off."

She began breathing a bit louder. She was a fly trapped in a spider's web, and she knew she couldn't get out anymore even if she tried. She did eye the door, but only for a little while. And obviously, there was no arguing with me.

"Like... all of them?"

"Do you have hearing issues, you dumb cunt?"

Once again, her breathing quickened. And she started taking them off. All of them. (GRETCHEN: +5SP) (+48SP) There went her jacket, her blouse, her stylish pants. Then it was just she and her underwear. Nice lacey white ones. But they didn't stay on for long. She released her hefty boobs, and they jiggled nicely as they sprang from their confinement. This was actually the first time I saw them, and it took all my energy not to just launch at her immediately. Then it was time for the underwear. She slowly slipped them down her waist, and I saw her cute little pussy for the first time. Nice to see she kept her pubes tidy.

Then there she was. Stark raving naked, in front of me. Cutely hiding her private parts with her hands. Like that was going to matter in a couple of seconds. She still looked both scared and aroused.

"Rule number two. You're not allowed to walk in my apartment, unless I give you permission. Get on your knees."

She lowered herself on my floor fairly quickly, into a kneeling position. Guess that was the easy part.

I loved how she didn't talk back. Like she was just waiting for my next order. And she couldn't hide her excitement, even if she wanted to. The rosyness of her cheeks and her breathing betrayed her every time.

"Why did you come here?"

"...You asked me-"

"Why did you come here, cunt?"

"...It's... You sent me-"

"Answer me. Why did you come here you fucking slut?"

She took a while, probably realising what the actual answer was.

"I... I... wanted to get... a reward." (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+50SP)

"Do you deserve a reward?"

She clearly wanted to say one thing, but knew that wasn't the right answer.

"Well... N-no?"

"That's right. Do you want earn your reward?"

"Yes.", she worded immediately.

I was wearing shoes. I put them on for just this occasion.

And then I spat on both of them.

"Huh. Seems like my shoes are dirty. Sure wish someone would crawl over here and lick them clean."

Gretchen looked resigned. She knew she was going to have to work for her reward. (GRETCHEN: +3SP) (+53SP)

So she started taking slow, sensual crawling movements towards my shoes.

When she reached her destination, she looked up at me as if asking permission. I nodded.

She placed her tongue on my leathery boot, and started licking my spit up.

And she did good, thorough work. She didn't just lick up all the spit, she licked the boot everywhere. Even the soles. How insanely submissive had she gotten? And this fast? Even I thought there was going to be more fightback than this. But there was almost a loving tenderness at the way she made sure they were clean.

"Wow. You know it really does feel good. Knowing that the bitch of an editor who has made your life hell is now licking your shoes. I think I like it."

She looked up at me with an expression that was hard to translate, but returned to her licking duties.

"That is the correct place for you, you know. At my feet. You're way better at this than at your actual job."

"Hey! I'm a good editor, I-"

"Shut the fuck up. Shoelickers don't talk back." (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+55SP)

She grumbled, and returned to my shoe.

"In fact, for that, I think you deserve a spanking."