I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL

Yes, she needed to be punished. And all the better if she herself provided me more reasons for it. Just hope her "misdemeanors" weren't going to be something actually annoying.

Then again... Did it really matter, if that meant I got a free pass to do what I wanted with her? Probably not.

Damn. I should've made her pick up that candy wrapper from the floor again. Well that's one future punishment right there. Best keep that in mind.

I went straight to the writer's room. The whole gang was there, including Lana. Nice, things were still on track. She gave me a sultry little smile.

"Nice to see you finally recovered", I told her as I sat at my desk.

"You too, buddy boy." she said, with a wink. Damn, she was already flirting up a storm. This was going better than I expected.

"We're still on for tonight, right?"

"Shh. Yes. Let's talk not talk about this in the office, ok?", she whispered. Probably a good idea. Nobody else really needed to know what was going between me and Lana right now. Although Sophie gave her usual disapproving glance at our whispering. She knew too much anyways.

So what exactly was I going to do today? I had nothing to write, no one to study, nothing to-

"Here."

A stack of papers was dropped on my lap. By none other than indignant-looking Ulla.

"I told Gretchen this is absolute bullshit. It makes zero fucking sense for a man to grade my piece on women fighting patriarchal structures in the fashion world. In fact, it's so bullshit, that whatever you're going to criticize me on, I'm going to add to the article as an example. Okay? If you have actually something intelligent to say, fine, but if it's coming from a place of archaic worldview, I'm just going to ignore it."

I was a bit flabbergasted by her monologue, but it didn't matter. I finally had a hook on Ulla.

"Noted."

"Wait, what is this about? Why isn't Gretchen reading your article?" Lana butted in.

"Oh, she didn't tell you? She's on some 'secret assignment' and doesn't have the time. So we have to let... him... be the fucking judge for a while."

"What, really?" Lana was clearly confused. As I expected her to be. But there was some good here, I think Lana from a week ago would've stepped up and called this absolute bullshit too. Small improvements.

"I'm going to be absolutely fair. To everybody. Please, let's not make this a big deal, okay?"

Ulla huffed back to her desk. Sophie didn't say anything, just kept staring at me murderously. Lana on the other hand stared at me also, more probably trying to work out what this meant for her article. I leaned in and whispered.

"In all fairness, considering our competition, I promise I won't criticize your article at all. I'll put it straight to Maria's mail. I want her to fairly decide which one of us did better."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You know what, just send it directly to her tomorrow. That way I can't do anything... evil."

She smiled again.

"Maybe you can do... some evil stuff... just not with the article."

Oh yes I would. To both of you.

She turned back to her desk with a lingering look.

So that seemed like a chance, right? To put my own name on Lana's article and send it to Maria? Well, as much as I could handle Lana, I couldn't handle her quirks and obsessive nature. Especially now with the competitive trait maxed. She would probably be asking Maria what she thought of the article almost immediately, and maybe even send her her own copies of the thing. No, I needed Lana to be an accomplice, and knowingly submit her article to me. That was the only way to be safe.

Right now, the most useful thing I could do was make her trust me more, for what I was going to make her do tonight.

---

Nothing much special happened for the rest of the day. I really tried reading Ulla's article, but it was such biased garbage that it gave me a headache. I wasn't sure what the best angle here was. She was going to fight me about everything. I know our magazine has published very similar stuff from her before, so it's not like I could say that this wasn't our kinda stuff. Either way, I grabbed a marker pen and started outlining some sentences.

I really loved how Ulla couldn't help but scowl every time she saw me using that pen.

One more funny thing did happen during the day. Around noon, Sophie returned from the kitchen holding up a milk carton.

"Hey, I think this milk has gone old."

Nobody really reacted to that, just nodding.

"Yeah. It smells like... sourdough and wet dog, combined."

Again, nobody really cared. Except for me. I saw how Sophie's face a got a little redder after saying that. She quickly returned to the kitchen to dump the thing.

I think that was enough to deduce from. She clearly felt some kink about describing how the milk smelled like. So the perversion I induced on her wasn't panty-specific. Maybe I should take this particular trait very literally? After all, the very last command I gave her, was "describe the smell". So that's what got her hot now. Describing the smell. If I said it more specifically, like "describe the smell of Lana's panties", then she would be probably be addicted to doing that.

Made a mental note of that.

---

It was evening. I stood outside Lana's door.

Tonight had to be a success. Otherwise, it was pretty much game over.

I rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened. She greeted me in a beautiful evening dress, that really hugged her voluptuous curves.

"Wow."

"Thanks. So you really just want to watch a movie with me? We could go out too, you know. Have some fun."

No.

"I think we did that pretty successfully last time, don't you think? Let's just have a nice night in."

"Fine."

No fightback. I guess her submissiveness was really starting to show.

I was once again greeted by her yapping puppy, as I stepped in. She picked him up, as I settled my backpack on the floor.

"What's that? You've been out hiking or something?"

"Or something."

"Um... okay. Be mysterious for all I care.", she said and walked towards the living room.

She would find out the contents pretty soon.

---

So we settled in to watch a Netflix movie and drink some wine. All in all, pretty uneventful stuff. The movie was a sappy, romantic, chickflick. No surprise there, didn' expect any Rambos or Terminators from her. I pretended to like the movie. For a while.

Halfway in, when both of us were feeling a pretty good buzz from her wine, I started changing the mood. I made deliberate points about the male main character, how he acted like a wussy. If he wanted the woman, he should just take her. Naturally Lana argued back, saying that it wasn't romantic at all. I told her that there are stronger forces in the universe than romance, like lust and power. I also started slowly massaging her thigh at this point.

She dutifully fought back, saying stuff like how romance between man and woman is a beautiful, equal thing that can fight the darkness of this universe. I asked her, why exactly did she want to fight the darkness? Why not give in to it, and see what it does?

Neither of us were really watching the movie anymore, just debating. And I could see she wanted to give in, just needed me to be really convincing.

The most convincing thing I could think of was grabbing her by her crotch. She gasped, and moaned a little.

"Fuck romance."

I really started rubbing her clit. Slowly at first, but then more roughly. Seemed like she didn't feel like arguing anymore.

"Just give in to the darkness."

She grabbed my hand, trying to remove it, but ended up just holding on to it as I made my way around her nether regions like I owned the place.

"I can see it on your face. You haven't cum since the last time I was here. You know why, don't you?"

I took a shot in the dark, either she had tried masturbating with the orgasm lock on or hadn't. Either way I was sure she hadn't cum. And the look on her face told me she had tried.

I took my hand off her clit. She looked at me questiongly.

"So. Let's hear your next argument about why romance is better."

She looked down, trying to get her head back together.

"Well, you see... It's like..."

"Don't the rules of a romance say you shouldn't move too fast? Perhaps it's better if I leave then, right? Continue this another time?"

"N-No, not really, you see..."

I grabbed her tit through her dress.

"Beg me to stay, then."

I really squeezed her tit, and flicked her nipple sensually. My other hand moved to her crotch, continuing my performance She started moaning a little.

"Come on. Beg me."

"You're gonna make me say it? O-Okay, fine. Don't leave, Jack." (LANA: +2SP) (+23SP)

"Yeah, that's not going to cut it."

I removed my hand from her lips, and actually got up, leaving the sofa. I walked all the way to the hallway, and Lana followed me.

"You're really going through with your threat? Seriously?"

"That's the problem. I don't think you're serious. You might not be up to this." I said as I was putting my jacket back on.

I think saying that got her competitive side going once again. She quickly kneeled on the floor.

"Oh, yes I am."

I stared at her. I didn't start removing my jacket yet. She crawled closer to my legs, until she was hugging one of them.

"Please. Don't leave Jack. Please." (LANA: +4SP) (+27SP)

"Tell me why."

She swallowed.

"I... want your cock. Mas- Master." (LANA: +3SP) (+30SP)

Very nice. I pulled her up by her hair.

"Good. Now, if we're going to do this, it's going to be a little different this time."

I opened my backpack, and took out a thick coil of rope. Lana gasped.

"Give me your hands."

Was her trust and submissiveness high enough? Would she play along?

Yes. Yes she did. And it's not like she contemplated it that hard. Maybe she was even a little excited?

I started tying up her hands. I made sure the knots were tight, but not too tight. At the same time I kept removing her clothes, until she was only in her underwear.

"What are you going to do to me, master?" She was really getting into it.

"You'll find out very soon, ****."

I still had a bunch of rope left to spare, as I started leading her towards her bedroom. She acted her part beautifully. Behaving like a scared little virgin. When we reached her bedroom, I quickly pushed her on the bed. And before she had time to react, I started tying up her feet too. In the midst of all this, she tried fighting back weakly and muttering "No, no". Her play-acting was top-notch. I tied all four of her limbs to each bedpost, making her completely open and **** to me.

There she was. The hardest part was now over. She was securely tightened, and was fully in my control. I checked my clock. And not a fucking moment too soon. One finishing touch was needed. I went back to my backpack and grabbed a ballgag. When she saw it, she was a little frightened.

"Jack..."

"Open your mouth, bitch."

After a few lingering seconds, she did open her mouth. (LANA: +5SP) (+35SP) I slid the gag in, and fastened it behind her head.

I stopped to marvel at my handywork. Lana fucking Douglas. Tied and gagged on her own bed. Willingly. Trying to playfully fight back, excitedly waiting for my next move.

She really wasn't going to like my next move.

The doorbell rang.