But I'm still here!

I once more felt that deadly current course it's way through my body, with intent to kill. But this time... it felt like it was massaging my muscles. "Mmm." I purred as the electricity left me, smoking, and smiling. I looked down at myself... was I... more buff? I flexed an arm... it looked bigger to me. I chuckled and looked at my watch. "One second, sorry to interrupt, you just... you just stay there." I flipped open my watch.

Congratulations! A personal Trait has been unlocked!

-Battery Powered-

We've noticed you get electrified a lot. Well worry no more. From now on, high amounts of electricity will temporarily increase all physical stats, and can no longer harm or kill you. We hope you find this development as shocking as Mel does!

What the fuck... I looked around the room. The Traits were supposed to be random... not to fucking mention it'd just mentioned Mel by names. Most of the traits didn't even specify gender... what the shit? Were they rooting for me? Whoever made this app? The app itself? What the shit?

"Master, what's the problem?" Miranda asked seeing my panic struck face. "Did the collar... hurt you?"

"Master?" Mel spat. "You're a disgrace to Skyros and Thetis you gender traitor! Let me out right now!"

I looked up from my watch. "Yeah, I'm great. Ma'am." I looked to Mel. "Let Miranda put her finger up your nose, and they'll let you go."

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

I had surround sound confusion, very satisfying. Ah man, five ladies was going to be hard t handle, I was going to need Miranda's help more than ever. Well, as long as I kept chipping away at Brooke, I'm pretty sure they'd all be mine by the end of the night.

"Sit boy!" Mel barked again.

"Mmm." I sighed, as I felt my muscles bulk up for a second time. "That feel's niiiiiiiice." Kind of like sitting on a vibrating seat.

She gritted her teeth. "Sit boy!"

Smoke rose off my body, but when it did I just flexed a pretty impressive looking bicep at her. "I'd really consider silence right about now." It wasn't a mysterious change, or effect. Anyone who looked at me could see that the shock collar wasn't hurting me any more, only making me stronger. HAHAHAHA! Excuse me, I was starting to feel like a superhero with all these muscles.

Then to my complete pleasure. (Mel Euphrasy +1)(1SP) Then beautiful, beautiful silence.

Well I'd already gotten what I wanted out of her, but... I was so close to getting another upgrade. "Now um... the nose thing?"

She was feeling pretty powerful, and in charge with whatever score she had when she came into the room maybe -80 maybe -100, but at a lovely +1 it was a different story. She gritted her teeth. "Miranda, put your finger up my nose." (Mel Euphrasy +8)(9SP) Oh my goodness I almost came.

Miranda looked at me for the go ahead, and also a look that said 'please don't make me do this.'

"Now hold on." I raised my hand. "I said ask her."

Mel spat at me, she had surprisingly good aim, because it hit my pecs. My pulsing, bulging pecs. That was some mouth! I almost wanted to see it again, if it didn't mean getting spat on. "Miranda Please put your finger up my nose. (Mel Euphrasy +5SP)(14SP)

I chuckled, feeling like a real dick. "Now say it like you're on fire, and it's the only thing that will put it out."

"Errrrrr!" If I wasn't careful I think Mel was going to get rage strength and throw all the girls off of her. "Miranda!" She screamed. "Put your finger up my nose, quick quick quick!" (Mel Euphrasy +3SP)(17SP)

"Okay, okay!" I felt bad for laughing. "Now in a Cockney accent."

"I hate you. Oi bird, put yer bleeding finga up me nose!" (Mel Euphrasy. +1SP)(18SP) Could a regional accent be racist? Because it sounded pretty offensive to me.

Alright, I probably wasn't getting much more out of this, than that.

"Miranda, do the deed." I brought up my watch, because I honestly didn't want to see this.

Congratulations!

A new Trait has been unlocked

Bondage ****

Condition: Have an encounter where you restrict the subject's movement.

Route A

- You're under Arrest -

While in a bound state equal to or greater than being handcuffed the Subject, must give a truthful answer to any question you ask them for as long as they're bound. These answers no matter how personal, do not give you submission points.

or

Route B

- Time With Your Thoughts -

Like a crocodile the subject becomes more docile if bound. The subject becomes more Docile and horny depending on the severity of their binding. Handcuffs or a collar will give them a sweet side, and a little buzz, while full encasement will making them a purring burrito constantly on the edge of orgasm.

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I was debating how long I should leave you guys on that cliffhanger, and figured you'd run me out of town if I left you thinking Brett was dead :p

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