YES SIR! THANK YOU SIR!

Yes. B it was. The thought of training her to be my loyal, adorating subject after each spanking... I kinda wanted to see that happen. Also, how would it work with her other trait? When she was fully loyal, would she still do misdemeanors around me? ...Well, the trait said something about being a subconscious desire, so I guess she couldn't help it no matter how much she changed... Either way, that wouldn't be an issue. I had found out yesterday, that it's possible to turn the traits off simply by clicking on them, so if things got too confusing, there's always that.

Moving on. I was still sitting in this basement, and my erection was stiff as fuck. Well, what do I do? Watch some porn of jerk off? Call Gretchen to deal with this?

The obvious answer was Gretchen, of course. She found her way to the basement fairly quickly. I pointed at my throbbing dick, and she dutifully placed it in her mouth. While she was sucking me off, I got to thinking again. So far my schedule was pretty set. Tomorrow, at midday, I'd go visit Gloria in her and Maria's apartment. Could I do something useful before that?

I wasn't sure. I just wanted to have fun now. All my thoughts just kept drifting off to my toys. Lana and Gretchen. I wanted to play with them. At the same time. Felt like I had earned at least that much already. But... I'd do it tomorrow morning. I wanted to give Lana one more sleepless night without my dick, constantly living on the edge of an orgasm. Tomorrow she would do pretty much anything I asked, and be **** for it.

So what should I do for the rest of this day? Well... If I was honest with myself, the best use of my time would be to search information about Maria. As grueling as that would be. Fine. I grabbed Gretchen's short hair and fully impaled my dick in her mouth. I came so deep in her mouth that she didn't even have the option not to swallow.

The rest of the day was really agonizing. Article after article about the brave and stunning female entrepreneur who conquered the magazine world. I was more intrested in how she did it, but short summary was: She came from nothing, started small, had one great idea for a magazine, it was a huge success, she sold it and began buy other magazines. Nothing mindblowing. Only thing that was a small controversy... was her origins. Did she really start from nothing, or did she come from money?

The reason why this was in dispute, was because of nasty rumours about the Diamanti family being involved in mafia business. Was her starting money actually dirty money. But that kinda stuff seemed so, I don't know, unrealistic, that I couldn't believe it. The most likely explanation was that it was a nasty rumour started by some disgruntled employees. And hey, let's just slander all italians, of course they are all part of the mob. Although Maria did herself no favours here, with the way she acted, with her cool and murderous attitude... Well I guess it would be a believeable rumour to some.

...But it couldn't possibly be, right?

No way. Forget about it Jack. This isn't some mafia movie. It's a... weird scifi movie about a fantasy app?

No, shut up. This mafia thing was stupid. It wouldn't stop me from bringing Maria to her knees. If somebody here deserved it, it was her.

All of a sudden, a text message. From Gretchen.

"Thank you, daddy!"

I looked at the time. It was seven o'clock.

I guess I could call the trial of the delayed effect a success now.

This was also the first the she used "daddy" unprompted. Have to admit, did get me a little hard.

I couldn't find anything more useful information on Maria, so I went to bed, thinking about all the moves I was going to make on Gloria tomorrow.

About Gretchen and Lana... Well, that was going to be a lot easier. And fun.

Tuesday morning. Lana was in the lobby, standing in front of the elevators.

Her droopy eyes spoke of sleepless nights, and her glowing face of living in constant heat.

I wonder who could fix that?

"Jack..." she grabbed my hand, as I was about to enter the elevator.

"Yes?"

"...You wanna do... something?"

I just removed my hand from her grip and entered the elevator. She quickly followed me.

"Please..." I gave her a mean look. "...Sir..." I could hear true desperation in her voice.

The elevator was small, so I cornered her pretty easily. I didn't touch her, just blocked her movement and stared right into her eyes. She breathed hard. I was sure her pussy was dripping wet by now. I leaned more heavily on her now. A little drop leaked out past her pantleg.

She was ready for anything.

The elevator reached it's destination with a DING sound. I removed myself from Lana's body, but stopped in the hallway. With my back to her, I signaled her to follow. She didn't need more than that, and soon was walking just one step behind me.

I entered Gretchen's office. She immediately got up as I entered, a natural reaction when a figure of authority enters your space. She saw Lana behind me, and her face soured. As did Lana's. They were avoiding looking at each other as much as possible.

I sat on Gretchen's desk, and signaled Gretchen to stand in front of me with Lana. Soon both did, but they kept a big space between them.

"Okay. Here's the deal. We three will now enter a poly relationship. With me as the master, and you two my slaves."

Gretchen knew how pointless it was to disobey me, and just shifted her gaze to the floor.

Lana however, didn't. "Your ****? P-Poly? Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was there a misunderstanding? You're welcome to leave."

Lana didn't move. Just gritted her teeth. Whether she liked it or not, this was her acceptance. (LANA: +4SP) (+71SP)

"Aww. I'm glad you both agree. Let's start off slower this time, okay?"

I put my finger in front of both of their sexy, lipstick-filled lips. Gretchen didn't hesitate for long, she knew what I wanted already, and began lovingly and tenderly sucking my finger. Lana looked disgusted at the sight of this, but knew she had no other choice. She also placed her mouth over my finger, and began sucking it carefully. There was definitely less energy and devotion in Lana's sucking, but no worries. That will fix itself over time.

As much as I was enjoying the warm dual sensations on my fingers, this was just the start. I slowly hooked both of their cheeks, and started bringing them closer together. There was small fightback, but it was fairly pointless. Now their cheeks were touching.

"Has either of you ever kissed a girl before?"

Gretchen looked at me pleadingly, and shaked her head as much as she could. But she knew. This was going to happen eventually. She must have mentally adjusted herself already.

"Mno!" blushing Lana blurted out. It wasn't that easy to speak with my finger in her mouth.

"You see, I feel a lot of tension between the two of you. And to make this new relationship work... You two are going to have to work together." I released my fingers from their mouths. They immediately separated heads.

"It's time you two got to know each other more intimately. Let's start with a nice kiss."

Gretchen looked at me. She was really pleading with her eyes.

"You'll do it Gretchie-slut. Because it gives me pleasure."

With that, the fight inside her was over. This border was about to be crossed.

Gretchen and Lana stared at each other awkwardly for what felt like a minute. There was no way out of this, it was just something that they had to get over with.

They closed it on each other. Body touching body. Face nearing face. Lips nearing lips.

"And no fast one either. You will make it look sensual. And it's going to last at least one minute."

I think both of them swallowed at the same time. Lana shot me a murderous glance. But it was an impotent glance.

Surprisingly it was Gretchen, who got the party going. Her upper lip was nearing Lana's lower lip. (LANA: +2SP) (+73SP) (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+88SP)