Step in

I returned to the writer’s room. Only Lana was here, Sophie’s and Ulla’s desks were empty.

Lana immediately stopped her writing. It was as if she was shocked.

“J-Jack! Where have you been all day?”

I put a smug smile on my face, and slowly walked over to her desk. Soon I was looming high above the sitting Lana.

I stared at her silently, but menacingly.

She swallowed.

I placed my hand on her head.

“You don’t ask me that, doll. I ask you that. Don’t get the false idea that we are on an equal playing field anymore.”

Lana nodded silently, her eyes still wide open.

“In fact, you just called me Jack, didn’t you?”

“…I’m sorry…. master.”

“Good,” I said as I pet her hair. “We are alone here. Never call me Jack when it’s just me and Gretchen.”

“…okay…”

“In fact, I feel like you should kneel when your master enters the same space you are in.”

After a few silent seconds, she nodded again. She slid from her chair to the floor.

The kneeling Lana looked up at me, waiting for my approval.

“Good. Now put you hands behind you, and thrust your chest forward.”

She sighed, but did as I ordered. Soon her tits jutted out beautifully. The submissive pose really fit this new version of her.

“Very good, Lana. Remember that. Always kneel before your master.”

“Yes, m-master…”

“Tell me. How did it feel what I did to you in the elevator today?”

“…it… feltgood, but Sophie was there…”

“Where is she now?”

“She left home already.”

“Did you speak about the elevator incident?”

“No. She avoided me… for the rest of the day.”

“Okay. What about Ulla?”

“She didn’t show up today.”

Figures.

“Okay. Anything else I should know?”

“Yes. Maria came by. She told me to tell you to be outside by 4 PM.”

Fuck. It was almost 4PM already.

“Why the fuck am I hearing about this only now? You could have texted me.”

Lana looked down, like she was ashamed.

“I… forgot. It happened in the morning, and you ordered me to write your articles as well so I lost the track of time and…”

I grabbed her by the chin.

“You’re blaming me?”

“N-no… m-master. I’m sorry… master.”

If I hadn’t just fucked four redheads senseless, I probably would’ve punished Lana with my dick. However, in the moment, I was oversaturated by red and I couldn’t handle the thought of fucking a fifth redhead as well.

So I just pinched her nipples hard. She let out a small yelp, but managed to suppress the rest.

“Did you at least finish the articles?”

“Yes… Yes I did… please…”

I put in one final twist, and let go of her. She sighed in relief.

As she looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes, fearing more punishment, a question popped into my head. A question I didn’t plan on asking.

But for some reason, I needed to know.

“Lana. How do you feel about me right now?”

“W-What?”

“Answer me. What are your feelings towards me right now? Be honest.”

She looked down. I don’t think she wanted to answer this one.

“I… don’t know…”

“Bullshit. Just tell me.”

“I’m… honest. My… head feels cloudy. What do you want me to feel?”

“I’m not asking that. I’m asking what you feel. Right now.”

“Well… I don’t like what you are doing to me… But I can’t… hate you.”

Hmm. She was in the top tier of the submission bracket now. That meant it was extremely hard for her to make decision by herself. Decisions that didn’t have anything to do with pleasing me.

Was this a part of it too? She couldn’t hate me unless I wanted her to hate me? Gretchen didn’t seem to have problems loving me. Were they unable to develop negative feelings towards me anymore?

I looked at the time. It was almost 4 PM.

“I want to hate you… But I can’t.”

There was still something she was struggling to say.

“I wish… we could date. Just…normally. Just… the two of us.”

Oh I see. It was probably embarrassing to admit that, despite all the bullshit I had done to her.

I bent down in front of her.

“Do you want to please me?”

She nodded. It was like it was almost involuntary. Like if I asked her if the sky was blue.

“Then you let me fuck as many women as I ever want to. And when I’m done fucking my other worshippers, you’ll be there ready to clean their pussy or ass-stench off my dick. Forget about the foolish notion of monogamy. You’re one of my slaves.”

She took a big, deep breath in. Then she nodded. (LANA: +2SP) (+88SP) There was some moisture forming around her eyes.

“Good girl. Cum.”

She didn’t expect that. Suddenly, her pussy exploded, right there, on the workfloor that we had shared for multiple years now. She screamed almost like a psychopath. I had to put my hand over her face. Maybe there were still some other people nearby.

As she licked my palm, I knew her mind was mess. A crazy mixture of submission and **** pleasure. And I knew she was one step closer to being my actual ****.

I left Lana in the office to finish her own articles. First I made her clean the floor from her freshly-squirted pussyjuice first. Couldn’t have a messy workplace.

She licked it all up.

That was two more points, right? And I did it by only talking to her.

It was giving me ideas about how to bring Gretchen to the finishing line…

Maybe some sort of ceremony was in order?

Well, either way, it was now 4 PM. And I was standing outside, in front of our building.

Like Maria had asked.

Wait, did I think this through?

Was this a trap? I mean, she couldn’t kill me here, on a busy street, right?

….

I should never underestimate her. But then again, what? Should I not be here? Should I have taken some precautions?

Damned, the whole photoshoot really fucked with my mind. Did I just willingly walk in to a trap?

Whatever it was, it was too late to ponder about it. A limo drove up and stopped in front of me.

The door opened up.

It was Gloria, sitting on one of the seats.

“What are you waiting for, Jack? Step in!” Gloria said, extending her little hand to me.

This was the first time I saw her since I… took her virginity in her bedroom and all Hell got loose. It didn’t seem like any of that was bothering her. She was smiling and wearing something that could be called a nice dress. Nothing super special, but did show a little effort.

So that’s it, then? It wasn’t anything awful, just the beginning of the date Maria had promised me.

Still…

I grabbed Gloria’s hand I pulled myself inside.

As I climbed in, Gloria “accidentally” stomped on my foot.

It hurt like a motherfucker.

“Oops, sorry. I hope I won’t get spanked or something,” she said with a sly smile.

Yeah, she normally would. But no fucking way was I doing it now, not in this situation created by her mother, a situation that was still fully under her control.

She probably had cameras here. Or mikes.

That made the stomping just a bother for me. I couldn’t act on it. And maybe Gloria knew it too. Most likely it was because of her first trait.

JUSTICE / I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL

The subject will start to do misdemeanors around the user, with the subconsicous hope that the user will punish them. The user's punishments can be above what the subject's current submission score would allow, and the subject will fairly easily agree to them. This does not mean they will agree to every type of punishments, but it will be harder for them to fight back.

This trait would be an annoyance right now. She would probably do even more misdemeanors when I was this close to her. And I couldn’t punish her.

I decided to deactivate the trait for now.

I hid my pain and sat down opposite her.

“Naughty girl,” I said, acting as if she had barely made a mark on my shoe.

She giggled.

The limo got moving. So now it was just me and her, at the back of a limo. And her limo driver, whoever that was.

And most likely 700 different ways that Maria could spy or control what happened here.

Time to play this carefully.