Brooke has broken

We ride to the restaurant in Brooke's Audi. It's a coupe convertible, and I'm pretty sure it costs more than both my parents make combined in a year. She keeps turning to smile at me so often, I don't talk to her because she might crash the car from distraction.

The restaurant is fancier than anything I've ever been in. I don't know what kind of food it is, but the word "fusion" is on the menu a lot. It's very dark, and we get a table in the back. We chat about class and I make an effort to be charming. I'm not sure how well it goes, but Brooke becomes a little less nervous as we eat.

When we finish the meal I say, "So Brooke, what made you want to ask me out? Put your hand in your pants and jill your pussy. Don't get yourself off until I get up from the table. Try to hide what you're doing. Forget these."

"Um, you know, it's just nice to talk to you." Her hand slowly goes under the table and she shifts around in her seat a bit.

"Is that all?" I ask.

She bites her lip. "Well, no. Honestly, I've been thinking about you a lot."

"Oh, that's nice." I try to be casual, but this is just too good. I hope she doesn't hear the excitement in my voice.

"No, no, you don't get it!" she says, way too agitated to notice any eagerness from me. Her arm is visibly moving up and down now. "I think about you all the time! It's not normal thoughts, for awhile I thought I was going crazy! I... oh god, I don't know if I can say it!"

I try my best to act cool. "It's okay, whatever it is, you can say it, Brooke."

"I need you!" It comes out in a dry hiss as she desperately keeps herself from yelling this across the whole restaurant. "I... I need you... sexually. Oh my god, I'll do anything for you Greg! Anything! Please make me your girlfriend!"

Okay, this is it. Time for the big push.

"No."

She just stares at me. This girl with gorgeous black hair, delicate features, a killer body, and clearly some kind of rich family has never heard the word "no" in her life, especially not from some average looking, overweight guy. She can't even respond, she's in so much shock. As still as her face is, it's very obvious how much her hand is moving under the table.

I lean forward. "Let me be clear. I'm not looking for something as weak and temporary as dating. I need a real commitment. Something stronger than any relationship you've ever seen. I need a woman who knows her place. This equality bullshit is fine for other women, but the woman who is with me needs to know that I... own her. She is my property. She needs to know deep in her heart that she is destined to do whatever I want without question. She has to know that "love, honor, and cherish" is bullshit, she's going to love, honor, and obey me, and there's no other way it could be."

As I give my little speech, her hand picks up the pace on her pussy, especially when I say the words "own" and "obey". Brooke's red lips are parted and she's panting hard as she stares into my eyes. Then her hand suddenly stops, telling me that she is right on the edge of cumming. She breathes deeply and says, "You do own me."

I just wait.

"I... I've known it since our profiles matched. I could feel it in my soul, you do own me and I have to do anything you tell me, always and forever! And then you walked into Prof. Barnes' office right after we matched, like a sign from god! And I'm so f...f...fucking hot for you! I've been... I've been... Nhhhgh! This is so embarrassing!"

"If you can't say it, maybe I should leave," I say.

"No! Please don't!" She resumes jilling herself. "I've been rubbing my pussy while thinking about you over and over since we met! I've never done that once in my life, I was too ashamed of my sinful desires, but now I'm doing it all the time! I'm doing it right now! Please! I'm yours! Please take me!"

I try my absolute best to pretend that I'm not sure and I'm thinking about it. Either I'm a great actor, or she's too worked up to notice anything. After letting her stew for a minute, I say, "May I see your phone?"

She hands to me eagerly.

I look around on the internet until I find what I'm looking for. I give her back her phone and say, "Do you know what this is?"

She looks at it and her voice gets really quiet. "Yes."

"This is not something for people who are dating or married. Do you know what this item means?"

She nods. "Yes."

"Do you understand that if I accept you, this is the only thing I want you for? Can you accept that this will be your whole life now?"

A tear rolls down her cheek. "Yes! Yes, I accept!"

"Buy it."

This is the first command I've given her without making her forget it, and it visibly hits her. She knows in every molecule of her body that my order isn't just words, it's the weight of the world pushing her forward. She, one-handed of course, taps on the phone and quickly makes the order.

"I have the best delivery plan. It will arrive tomorrow."

"Very good," I say. "Until then, when you masturbate to me, say things like "I live to please Greg" and "Only Greg knows what's right and wrong" and "The smallest bit of Greg's happiness is worth more than my life". Forget this."

She's breathing incredibly hard, so I stand up, releasing her to work her pussy as hard as she can. Within three seconds, she's cumming.

"Message me your address. I'll come over tomorrow night to see it."