Try a stepped up training regimen.

I really, really want to grab her head with both hands and ram it onto my cock. I don't. Would she bite it? If I tell her not to, would she think of some loophole? I'm more nervous than I have been since I got this app.

Freya is still kneeling in a corner with her flat chest stuck out and her hands behind her head, but the way she's glaring at me doesn't show any sign of acceptance of her situation.

“You can tell me what to do, but I'll still fight you every way I can think of.”

I sigh. “What are you, an exchange student or something?”

“Fuck you!” is all I get.

“No, that's not how this works. Answer all my questions. Be completely honest. Don't hold back, don't omit anything I might want to know. Don't try to trick me, mislead me, or distract me, just tell me what I want to know any time I ask.”

She sneers, then says, “No, I'm not an exchange student. I'm from Glasgow, but me parents moved here last year, right before me eighteenth birthday. I suppose you've got some kind of fantasy about forcing a foreign girl to fuck you?”

She's half right. “I'm not going to **** you to do anything sexual with me! I'd never do that!”

Freya laughs. “Yeah, sure. You fucking captured me with that stupid app, but we're gonna be all chaste and respectful.”

“Oh, we're not going to be chaste, but I am going to respect when you want me to fuck you. It's just that you're going to want me to fuck you all the time.”

I open up the pictures on my phone. I show her Binita's profile pic from the app. “Do you see this slightly chubby Indian girl? She didn't like me at first, either.” I pull up a more recent picture of Binita on her knees, hands together and desperation in her eyes. “This is her after a couple of weeks. Now she absolutely begs for my cock, and you will too.”

Freya gives me the **** stare. “I'm going to rip off your fucking bollocks! You already know where I'm gonna shove them!”

The dirty mouth on this one is really getting me excited! However, I have to go slow and make sure I cover all the bases. “Let's get started. First, don't ever tell anyone about any of this. Not in any way. Nothing said, nothing written, no hints, don't do anything that might make someone suspect your situation.

“Second, don't do anything to hurt me or get in my way. You can't physically hurt me, try to stop me, or even avoid me. You can't do anything to try to get away or interfere with what I want to do. Understand?”

I lean down close to her. She spits in my face.

“I didn't technically hurt you!” She says with a satisfied smile.

I straighten up and wipe her spit off my face. “Cute. You found a loophole. Take off your shirt and pinch your nipples really hard for one minute.”

Her eyes go wide, but she pulls off her shirt, then the tiny A-cup bra, and begins pinching her little, pink nipples. She winces in pain, but doesn't say anything.

“I'm not going to order you to never spit on me again. Instead, any time you spit on me in the future, you have to immediately grab your nipples and squeeze twice as hard as this.”

She keeps squeezing, tears coming to her eyes, and I can see her lips moving as she silently counts to sixty.

When the time is up and she yanks her hands away, I say, “Okay, now get your fingers to work on that pink pussy of yours. You can also rub yourself anywhere else that might help get you worked up. After the swelling goes down, of course.”

She stares at me petulantly but puts her fingers in her pussy and starts rubbing it slowly. I can see that her bright orange bush is neatly trimmed. Very nice!

“Okay, keep doing that until you're about to cum, then stop. Start again when you're ready, but never let yourself cum. Usually I have my girls do this a couple hours each night, but since it's Saturday, let's experiment with doing it all day and see if that speeds up your training.

“I'd also like to try another experiment. I want you to say out loud, “I love Greg's big cock and I want it inside me.” Just repeat that over and over as you edge yourself.”

Her face curls up in rage, but she says, “I love Greg's big cock and I want it inside me” in the most hateful voice possible. Then she repeats it.

“Good job! Feel free to rephrase that, but sincerely. You know what I want you to say, don't twist the words around. Now, you have a good time with that, I'm going to go watch some “telly” as you English people say.”

When I call her English, it looks like she's about to spit on me again, but she holds back. I laugh and go to the kitchen to poor myself some cereal. I take it back to the living room and watch TV while my newest girl fingers herself to me in the corner. Just for the hell of it, I put on a soccer match to make the bitch feel at home.