C) Safety Lock

I choose C and instantly feel my shoulders relax. Without even the slightest chance of a Freya situation happening again, tension I didn't even know I had flows away. Wow, I picked the safe choice! Is this what being a responsible adult feels like?

Anyway, back to enslaving my next victim.

“I guess this feeling is sort of special, romantic even,” says Brooke. Brooke and Caitlin have been talking for a sec, and I missed some of it.

“Absolutely!” says Caitlin. “What you're describing sounds just like a movie, where the girl looks at the guy and instantly knows she'd do anything for him! But really, if you have any doubts, I'm sure the universe will send you a sign.”

That's my cue. I knock on Caitlin's open door and walk into her office. “Prof. Barnes? I was wondering if I could borrow that book we talked about the other day.”

Brooke turns around and her jaw drops when she sees me. Fuck! It feels good to get a reaction like that from a hot girl! Well, let's play up that “sign from the universe” a little more.

“Oh!” says Caitlin, pretending to be surprised to see me. “Hello, Greg! Yes, come in. I'll get it.” She looks through a shelf, then pulls out a book, making sure the cover is visible to Brooke. “Here you go!”

“You're reading “The Church in Colonial Times”?” asks Brooke.

“Yeah, Prof. Barnes had it in class last week and I glanced through the first chapter. It really spoke to me, but I couldn't borrow it then because she was loaning it to another student.”

“That was me!” says Brooke, just a little overwhelmed. “I borrowed that book!”

I already knew that. Caitlin and I worked all this out before she brought Brooke to her office. I also know the answer to my next question. “That's cool. What did you think of it?”

“I loved it! It had some wonderful stories about the church helping people get through tough times! After you read it, maybe we could... get together and talk about it?”

Unholy fuck, Brooke just asked me out! Caitlin really did convince her that her feelings of having to do whatever I say are some kind of message from god that we're meant to be together.

“Yeah, maybe. I'll let you know after I read it.” I turn towards the door just a little bit.

Brooke jumps to her feat. “Are you heading out? I'll walk with you!”

We both say bye to Caitlin, and Brooke doesn't see the wink I give our professor. As we're walking out Brooke cheerfully talks about the class. She's very eager to get my opinions on everything, but I try to act less interested in her, just to make her work for it a bit.

When we get outside Brooke turns towards the parking lot, and I walk with her. She stops at a very expensive looking silver Audi and says, “Well, it was nice talking to you. I guess I'll see you in class on Monday.”

“Yeah, probably,” I say. “But there's one more thing. Brooke, at least six times a day, when you think of me, find someplace private, pull up my profile picture on the Ultimate Dating App, and masturbate while looking at it. If you can speak without people hearing you, occasionally say something out loud like “I bet Greg has a big cock” or “Greg is so sexy when he takes charge” or stuff like that. Get off as quickly as you can, but if you're not thinking about me when you cum, say something like, “Greg could do it better,” and start again. Keep doing that until you're thinking about me when you cum. Forget these.”

Brooke blinks a few times, her long lashes fluttering. She pushes her thick, black hair behind and ear and says, “Yes? You said there was one more thing?”

“Yeah. If I'm not in class on Monday, can I get your notes?”

This super hot girl actually looks disappointed that she might not see me on Monday! She looks at me shyly and says, “Yes, I can definitely do that! But I hope I do see you. Okay, bye!”

I wave and walk away. That went better than I could have expected. She thinks the feeling of ownership is a sign from god or some shit. I've never given her a direct order, so she has no idea that she really is compelled to follow my orders. She's going to masturbate to me constantly throughout the day without even knowing why. This is perfect!

As I'm walking towards my apartment, I get a message from Binita. Oh right, it's cleaning day. I check it.

“what would you like for dinner?”

That's almost formal for a text from Binita. I send her a message telling her to bring takeout from a nice steakhouse. She sends another message.

“and for breakfast?”

Wow, sneaky!