Rewards and Punishments (That Are Also Rewards)

I planned this weekend thinking I'd grope her into loving me... and maybe, in some sick way, that'd still be what happens. But now I have a much better goal in mind for an overbearing, discipline-eager teacher like Sophia Lia: make her so submissive to me that she'd not only never give me lip again, but also offer her lips in whatever way I desire. It's going to take work, plenty more than a blowjob hotkey or cum-hungry customization would need, but I'd put every ounce of stamina I have left into this weekend... and drive my dear English teacher to come until she's a begging puddle of sex.

I return to my prior position--my body under hers, my arms resting comfortably with elbows on the mattress and hands sunken into her boobs, and my dick between her thighs--and ensure we fall asleep together only some hours long after midnight.

The next morning...

My hands are empty... and it takes a minute or two of recovering from just four hours of sleep to realize why that's the wrong configuration for them. Scanning around also reminds my sleep-addled mind that I'm no longer home, but instead fell asleep beneath the comforting, twitching weight of my dearest instructor. She now lies on the opposite side of the bed, as far from me as the mattress permits, to try and catch what sleep I permit. The events of the night crash into my mind: the groping, the new features, the purchases... and my phone, once low on battery, sitting plugged into the charger I brought in my backpack and plugged into her wall. I check my precious device, now back at 100%, and check my achievements.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 1,000 orgasms: 845/1,000. 40 GEM AWARD.

Some or all of that was Ms. Lia, given those delightful hours we burned together. Maybe we would've broken 900 if we didn't need so many breaks to rehydrate, swap towels, and take an interlude bath to help wash off all the her we were both coated in about two hours in. I wore us both to the bone by the time we passed out, and no doubt we could both sleep half a day away... but I can't wait for her beauty sleep. I reach over her and give her left tit a squeeze, issuing a generous spray of milk onto her carpet beyond the threshold of her bed. She moans as she tries to roll away, but I push her onto her back and pin her there, my naked and already-hard cock perched on the front of her thigh, and take her leaking nipple into my mouth for an early start on breakfast. I’m too excited to be drowsy, and she takes a moment to realize I’m not coming just by laying on her.

This, of course, can no longer stand. “Please... at least... come once before I... I... ah!” Her body trembles as her debt increases. Such would be our routine together all the way to the shower, wherein a more proper bathing could be had... all in time for her therapy session.

Later that day...

Oh, what are we to do with plans? Sophia found out her morning therapy session got moved to tomorrow afternoon due to a scheduling conflict, and so our shower in preparation for it, as well as getting dressed, was no longer required. Soon we were again upon the bed, the towels swapped once again (it's incredible how many towels rich people own...), and with her debt set to grow tremendously.

When at last I permitted a break, it was almost three hours past noon. Sophia's throat can now barely manage words, driven raw as it was, and I put a much-needed glass of water next to her on the nightstand. I've explored her house during these little breaks to get a better layout of it, to see our resources and options, and, I admit, in the vain hope that I'd discover she's a secret pervert. Sadly, not so much as a fuzzy cuff or dildo to be found. Pristine dishes and glasses, a sparse fridge with leftovers amassed from meal preps, and some boring pictures of her vacation (alone) in Italy at some point between graduating and working.

I sip from my own glass as I walk back into the bedroom and look her exhausted body over, appreciating the stains on the carpet and the soaked towels underneath her, and only now does my nose wrinkle at the smell in this room. As many baths as we've taken, and as busy as her washer-dryer now worked, nothing can scrub the stink of her juices that now permeates the room, cut only with the strange smell of human milk.

“We should probably change the towels... again. Maybe get an air freshener...”

“Hng... gah...” Her eyes remain mostly closed; I can only see their whites, as well as those of her teeth through a slight, breathing gap between her parched lips.

The fact that my voice arouses her now probably means my instructions are self-defeating, but I still need her to survive this. “C'mon, Ms. Lia, let's get you some water...”

I do my best to sit her up without touching her tits--can't start that again, not just yet--and guiding her limp hand to the glass. Recognizing a cure for her thirst, she slowly raises it to her mouth only to greedily suck the contents down. I watch her throat pulse for just a moment before reaching around her for my phone.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 1,000 orgasms: COMPLETE. 40 GEMS AWARDED.
Cause 2,000 orgasms: 1,194/2,000. 40 GEM AWARD.

DAILY BOUNTIES:
Cause 20 orgasms: COMPLETE. 5 GEMS AWARDED.
Arouse 50 people: 4/50. 5 GEM AWARD.

I'd probably have to leave the house if I want to earn those five for arousing more people, but maybe I can let this one slide... especially given what I have to gain. I look through Sophia's options once again, now intent on putting more than 200 gems into her for the 30-gem award. I only need 29 of my current 60; I just have to decide what'll synergize with what's become of my plan. The original "twerk" command makes me think of silly ways to make her lose her virginity, but that just isn't in the spirit of how I want to take it. Slapping her ass and making it pure pleasure reminds me of Alice's hair-pulling, but nothing in the perk says it'll prevent bruising or soreness.

What about the debt system? Should I get that started, as severe a gem investment as it is? “How many orgasms do you owe me now?”

“I... owe you... oh God... nine... nine...”

“Nine?”

“914... I owe you nine-hundred and... f-fourteen...”

Hmm... even if I tripled that over time, the interest gain just doesn't impress until I can max it out. Besides, wouldn't it better to earn that debt? Chuckling, I move on to another idea: giving her that arousing voice just in time for her therapy session tomorrow. An enticing arrangement, even if it means every class will be made... horny... oh right, I suppose that only benefits me, doesn't it? Coupled with just one last bit of humiliation...

SOPHIA LIA:
Arousing Voice
10-Inch Skirts
TOTAL: 50 gems. OK?

I hesitate over the confirmation button... and with a grin, turn to ask, “Is your therapist a woman?”

Sophia puts her glass down with a trembling hand. “She is... why?”

She glances down at my phone, albeit angled away from her, but I pay her little mind. More importantly, I need to find out if this therapist is hot... Hell, even if she isn't, she'll probably have options that'll "enhance" the therapy session, won't she? I'm not sure I'll get to sit in or even get in range of the therapist yet, but I bet it'd be easy with how compliant my English teacher is becoming. Besides, Jane more than hinted that this is something I should aim for, so why not? Best to save up some gems, then.

SOPHIA LIA:
Arousing Voice
TOTAL: 30 gems. OK?

I go to confirm... and that's when, despite all her submissiveness, she finally snaps her hand to mine and pulls my phone down so she can look on the screen.

My heart leaps into my throat as horror and panic ride me clear of all my golden-boy confidence. Wasn't she dumbstruck-numb a second ago?! When has she ever cared about my phone?! Terror fills me as her hand freezes while holding my own, her eyes obviously able to read her own name in bold letters inside the shopping cart. Her thumb drifts towards the confirm and cancellation buttons.

What would this mean for awareness? Was... was I just fucked now?! No, calm down Dave, you have her against the ropes, even now! I mean think about how submissive she's got to be! Surely she's capable of being convinced to go... easy on... you?

My thoughts trail off just like her attention: she doesn't press either button. Instead, she slowly pushes the phone back out of view and, with unfocused eyes, turns back to regard her empty glass on the nightstand. Is she... giving up? Is she so stunned with rage that she's about to snap? I glance down at my phone looking for guidance... and there I find it.

UNAUTHORIZED USER DETECTED.
RETURNING APP TO AUTHORIZED USER... DONE.
PLEASE SELECT A PUNISHMENT.

A... what? At first I'm afraid I'm being punished for letting the app get spotted so sloppily... and what unauthorized user? She barely touched the phone... but those questions melt away as I'm treated to an odd bonus. These... these can't be free, right?

SELECT PUNISHMENT FOR UNAUTHORIZED USER SOPHIA LIA:

DANCE OF ISHTAR: any arousal she suffers slowly bleeds out to any observers other than the User, diluted or concentrated based on the number of observers.

MILK OF ISIS: subject’s breasts grow three cup sizes and lactate thrice as much as they should at their new size.

OINTMENT OF APHRODITE: the User’s ejaculation can be applied to the subject’s body, making the coated part three times as arousing when touched than normal for 24 hours. This sensitivity can be refreshed at any time.

“You need to hurry up and pick one.”

“I’m not even su- whoa!” I glance back up and, just as before, I see the woman before me is ever so slightly changed. Gone is the exhausted wincing and brooding furrow upon her forehead; Sophia’s body is now visited by Jane, only perhaps now for greater purpose than to tease me with the body of another. “S-So these are free...?”

“This is our security system,” Jane explains in a bubbly edition of Sophia’s voice, “to ensure our users are protected from any unfortunate discoveries or interference... at least, unwanted interference. You can always choose to rope in a girl to help you customize her or others, but... well, let’s just say we’re really happy with our current maestro.” Sophia-Jane gives me a cute wink that the host would never dare.

“So if I show this app to just anyone...”

“Then you consented to it... and to the consequences. But here? We’ll take care of her... hmm.” Sophia-Jane winces. “She’s a tough cookie though, even after all you’ve put her through. I can’t hold her for long, so pick one now or I’ll have to pick it for you...!”