Preparations and frustrations

"First, we're doing research," I tell the girls. "Binita, get online and find out what equipment the best streamers and Instagram models use. Cameras, lighting, microphones, all that shit. Make up a list of stuff for Brooke to buy."

"Yes, sir," says Binita. "Are you giving me this assignment because I was a film major?"

She was a film major? "No, I'm giving it to you because you're not hot enough for the other part of the plan. Brooke, Freya, and Jez, I want you to study all the stuff that Amanda has put on the internet. Get to know what she likes. Look really closely at the people she's invited to do photo shoots and stuff with her. Figure out what is likely to make her want to work with another model. Figure out what kind of model you could be and how you'd fit that into appealing to her, or really her audience since that's what she's chasing."

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, my lord!"

In a more ****, worn down voice, Freya says, "Yes, sir."

The girls pull out their phones. I walk up to Freya, who is on all fours next to Jez. She has a leash leading from her collar to Jez's hand. She looks up at me desperately.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you," I say. "I'll get around to fucking you soon. I just need to get a couple of other projects started."

She nods acceptance.

"But first, we need to clarify something. You're not doing this research for you. You're just an 8, and this project is for the 9s. That includes your cousin, when she's ready to join us. Can you guess what kind of Instagram influencer she'd try to be? Gamer girl? Punk rocker?"

"Um, I think she'd be into fashion and makeup."

"Well, that's kind of basic, but okay. Think about what her style would be while you research Amanda."

I go between the girls, checking in on what they've found and what ideas they've gotten. After about an hour, they've all done all the research they need and Brooke has ordered the audio/visual equipment.

"Okay, now that that's done, it's time to redecorate! We're converting the third bedroom into a studio. We'll start by putting the bed in the middle of the room. It's such a big room, there will still be plenty of space around it. Brooke, Savannah and Jez will each get a corner of the bedroom. You can paint the walls and decorate your corner in your style, but make it look good and make it sexy. Then we can just change the sheets on the bed to match the corner, move the camera, and each one of you will look like you're streaming and taking pictures from your private bedroom.”

I look directly at my favorite goth girl. “Jez, you can use the stuff you brought from home to decorate your corner, but if you need more, you can borrow the car. While you're out today, find a pharmacy where the pharmacist can prescribe birth control pills and get on that.”

“Yes, my lord!”

I turn to my naughty French Maid. “Brooke, you and Freya can change into some regular clothes and go with Jez to get supplies for redecorating. Wall paint, decorations, whatever you need. Make sure every "room" looks different, it shouldn't be apparent that this is all one big operation. Bring the stuff back here and start painting. I want the room ready to start taking pictures and streaming by the time the equipment gets here tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir!”

The girls get fixed up and then head out, leaving me with just Binita. I decide to spend the day relaxing, playing video games, and studying a little.

Early in the afternoon, I get another picture from Caitlin. It's another selfie of her and that blonde girl. This time they're having lunch at an outdoor restaurant. They're all smiles, and it looks like the date is going well. There's a message saying, “This is Kelsey. 25 years old and bisexual. I'm pretty sure I can talk her into a threesome.”

Excellent. Ever hear the joke about lesbians? What does a lesbian bring to a first date? A moving van. If that's also true of bisexual women, maybe they can get to the relationship stage quickly.

After a couple of more hours, I'm looking at more pictures of instamodels when I get a message from Savannah.

“You owe me a date.”

“Really? I thought you said you didn't want to date me.”

“I don't! I mean you fucked up a date I had last night with a really hot guy.”

Okay, she hasn't broken, but something interesting is going on. I message back, “How is that my fault?”

“This guy asked me out before I met you, and I was really looking forward to the date. Then when I met him at the restaurant, I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time. I couldn't look at him and I moved away when he tried to touch me.”

“Do you think about me a lot? Answer honestly and forget this.”

“Yes, I think about you all the goddamn time.”

There's a pause and then she writes, “Oh god, I can't believe I told you that!”

I just let that sit there for a minute. Then I get another message.

“What are you doing right now?”

Wow, smooth job changing the subject! I look at my computer screen. I've got at least ten tabs open in my browser for different Instagram pages. “I'm looking at pictures of hot girls in their sexiest outfits.”

Another minute goes by, then I start getting picture after picture of Savannah. Her out at night in a sexy black dress, her posing in front of a statue at a park wearing a skimpy summer outfit, her in a green bikini that sets off her red hair. There are a bunch of pictures, and she looks hot as hell in all of them. She must be going through her phone looking for the best pics. Eventually they stop coming and I get another message.

“Are the girls in your pictures as hot as this?”

Okay, it's time to give her a real push. “Why are you flirting? Answer honestly and forget this.”

She starts writing a message, stops, restarts, stops again, and finally sends something. “I want to be your girlfriend.”

Jackpot! Well, not quite yet. She needs to know what she's signing up for. “Those pictures aren't the kind of thing you need to send me. Do you want to see what my first girl sent me to get me to start fucking her?”

“Yes!” she sends back immediately.

I send her the video that Binita sent me to prove that she'd learned how to beg properly. Then, since I've already got it up, I watch it again.

Binita, on her knees, naked in her old apartment, says, "Please let me come over! I haven't had sex in over a month! I'm absolutely fried from masturbating so much every night! I just want a cock, and yours is the only one I can have! Please fuck me! I'll say I'm a slut, I'll say I'm a bitch, just please fuck me!"

Okay, I've finished the video, so Savannah must have, too. She hasn't responded yet. I go back to browsing Instagram hotties. After several minutes, I send Savannah a message. “Tell me why you haven't responded yet, forget this.”

A message comes back. “I've watched the video five times because it makes me so hot.”

Then another message comes. “Oh god, I shouldn't have written that!”

“Did you mean it? Be honest and forget this.”

“Yes, I meant it. I can't stop thinking about you.”

The three dots do their dance again, coming and going until she finally writes a complete message.

“Did Freya beg you like that? You said you had another girl, and I'm guessing it's her. You should be fucking me, not that bitch. I can't believe how much I want you. It's just like that girl in the video said, I've been fingering my pussy to you all the time. Do you have this effect on every girl?”

Okay, it's time to get real. “Look, I don't have time for this shit. I've told you that I treat my girls like crap. I've told you that being my girlfriend means shutting your goddamn mouth and doing whatever the fuck I tell you to do. Don't contact me again until you are willing to accept that.”

I didn't tell her to forget that one on purpose. I want her to feel the sensation of me giving her an order and her not being able to resist it. However, I do add some more commands that I want her to forget in one last message.

“Stop saying those things I told you to say when you masturbate. From now on, say things like, “I love being Greg's cunt ****”, “Greg deserves to fuck all the women he wants, and I want to be one of them,” and “Freya makes me so angry, she doesn't deserve Greg's cock, and telling her that would be super hot”. Forget these.”

Done. Savannah can't contact me again until she completely submits. She's like an addict who needs a fix, but as soon as she falls off the wagon, she's going to fall hard.

There's a sound from the front door. The girls are back.