Sorry, not my type

"Wait- Jack- Why- What... Oh my God. You are actually- actually going to... to... kill me?" she said in a shaky, uncharacteristically terrified voice.

"Oh please. Do you think I'd bother with these preparations, if that was the case? If I wanted to kill you... Well, you know how the saying goes. Now... Let me put this on you. And don't struggle," I said, getting closer to her face with the gag.

"But- Why, Jack? Why- Why this thing? Don't you want to hear my- hear my voice anymore? Is that it? I can be totally quiet too. I can. You don't need to put that on me. Being quiet is one of my defining qualities, some say that-"

I didn't feel arguing this point anymore, so I forcefully wrapped the gag around her head. She only struggled a little bit, and still kept up her dialogue even with the thing in her mouth.

"Mfmfoanks mmfamam mnmnmoaalmaan..." she mumbled as the unintelligible words escaped through the gag, before realizing I couldn't understand her and how it was making her drool on her dress.

"Yeah sure, whatever. The main thing here is that I'm going to need you to be quiet for everything that I'm planning to do with you. It wouldn't be nice if everybody in this motel heard your screams."

Her eyes flickered quite quickly. I had a feeling even she was a little frightened by that.

But... There was something I needed to take care of first. I began pushing and prodding her body all over. Not play with her... although the temptation not to do that with her hot, squishy body was almost unsurmountable... but to find something.

She of course squealed, moaned and shivered each time my fingers felt the outlines of her dress or stayed too long or manhandled her more sensitive spots. But... I still couldn't find what I was looking for.

Where could it- Oh right, better check the shoes. I forcefully pulled of her high heels, leaving her gorgeous toes bare. Not that I was hugely into feet or anything, but... Damn. Nice. Was all parts of her body this perfect?

And then... I found it. The bottom of her right heel had something hard beneath the sole. I pulled of the padding... And there it was.

The key to the handcuffs, that were still hanging from my left wrist.

"Hell of a hiding spot, you crazy bitch," I said to her. She looked surprisingly offended by that.

I used it quickly free myself of the damn thing. I was about to throw them away... Until I realized, they could still serve a more useful purpose.

"Hold still. Let's make doubly sure you won't do anything stupid."

Kinda obvious, in hindsight. She could've easily taken that gag off with one hand. It was actually a good thing she brought these here, I only had the one pair. This time she didn't struggle, as I cuffed her other hand as well and linked it to the same towel rack. (TERESA: +1SP) (-15SP)

Huh. A rare point from her. And just one point. For agreeing not to struggle while I cuffed her.

For anybody else still in the minus-territory... that kind of submission would've probably been worth a lot more.

It just proved that getting anything from her was going to be a huge ordeal.

Now that whole business was taken care of, I spent a few seconds just staring at the hot blonde, still breathing into her gag with rapid terror... or in her case it could be lust, it was hard to tell with her. Either way, her eyes pleaded me to treat her gently.

I didn't feel like obeying.

"Thanks for the... offer of unlimited, passionate sex. I guess. There's a couple of small issues with that plan, though."

I grabbed her left breast through her dress, really squeezing the whole fat, fleshy blob into my hand. Then I pushed my thumb onto her nipple, pushing it inside. Hard.

"MNGHHH!!! NGHNGHNNGHIII!!" she cried out in pain, and stamped her bare feet on the bathroom floor.

Her tits were... At least D? Holy fuck, she might have had the biggest natural tits in the whole office. How come I never noticed this? Did she really manage to hide these babies under all those unusual dresses?

I really squeezed and pushed her tit for a good five seconds, until I relented.

And then I did the same thing to her other tit.

"MGHGGHHH! MGHNGHHGHHH!!!!" she cried out, even louder this time.

Man. I really loved the feel of these babies. I could really do all sorts of fun things with them.

But... I couldn't too the normal route with her. I really couldn't. It would be fun... But she wouldn't go under my control. I really needed to be creative about this.

I let her other tit free, and gave her a few seconds to breathe.

"And one of those issues is... You don't demand sex from me. I give it to you, only if I'm feeling generous. Understood?"

She was scared enough to nod immediately.

I gave her tits a quick, open-palm slap.

SLAP!

"MMNGHH!!! NGH!!!!!!"

That dress probably softened the slap a little bit.

Should I take it off?

No, that would probably be too much in the...

Or wait, how should I play this?

...Either way, I had a feeling like my original plan for this event was making more and more sense. To get submission points from her... I needed to humiliate her. Make her do things she really, really didn't want to do.

So, yeah. How to humiliate a woman who just made that insane, lust-filled speech to me a few minutes ago? I mean, I knew she was already obsessive and devoted to me before I even came here... But still, I didn't know her condition was this far gone already.

I could slap, punish and fuck this woman all day long... Ordering her to suck my cock, etc... But I don't think that would work. She wanted to do it already. It wouldn't be a humiliating order. It needed to be more... psychological.

I needed to drive her crazy. And I think I knew how to do that.

I needed to play that card. I couldn't have this fucking lunatic go completely uncontrolled.

"The other small issue..." I continued, "Well, actually, it's kind of a biggie..."

I leaned into the ear of the woman, who was still trying to catch her breath.

"You're not... my type."

That made her stop, and look at me in distress.

The next thing she felt was my hand, handling the velvet curtains of her wet pussy.

"VNGHiaa.." she shivered and sighed into her gag from pleasure and shock.

I see she wasn't wearing any panties. As if that was a surprise at this point.

"I bet you would love to get fucked by me, wouldn't you?", I said, while flicking her clit with my pinky. "I bet it would be the fulfillment of your life. Of your sad... pathetic... crazy life."

"nggyyaaaahhhh..." she moaned into her gag.

"See? You are already as wet and slimy as can be. I bet every pain you've ever felt in your life would just... melt away... if I stuffed my big cock down your ****, needy little hole. I bet it would make it all worth while and give everything meaning."

She nodded furiously now, and moaned in the affirmative. Her eyes were closed and she was practically humping my fingers already.

Oh shit. I almost forgot. She didn't have an orgasm lock yet. Better be careful with this stuff now.

I withdrew my hand. She whimpered, as I wiped her juices on her dress.

"But like I said... I make the decisions around here. And... You're not my type."

I walked away from the bathroom, and sat down on the bed. She just stared at me, huffing an puffing, still shaking her hips, trying to come to terms with being edged so brutally.

"I didn't bring you here to brief you on my spy stuff. Obviously, you and I both know that. You're here... because you're too out of control. So I need to put you in your place. Make you face the harsh realities. Make you understand... where you stand with me."

"Mnnmama! Mmanam nammamsnam nmmmmasmn mnmn-"

"See, there you go. You're talking without permission even with the gag on. I don't appreciate that."

KNOCK! KNOCK!

There was a knock on the door. Teresa looked panicked.

Me, on the other hand... I just smiled.

It was incredible how good I've gotten with timing this stuff.

I mean... What if that knock had happened just a few minutes ago? Fuck, that would have been awkward.

Now... Now, it was perfect.

I casually stepped towards the door, even though Teresa made it immediately clear with her unintelligible garblings that she didn't want anyone else to see her like this. Not that I cared.

I opened the door.

Her back was to the door, but I couldn't mistake that angry little pout. Or that killer ass.

Alexa Knit. One of my three redheaded models. The youngest and the most inexperienced one, but she definitely made it up with her looks. I wasn't expecting to run into her again, but... let's face it, she was a very useful, expendable little tool for my current predicament.

"Hi, darling," I said with a sickly sweet tone.

"...Hi... d-... darling," she sighed, as she drew the words from her throat. (ALEXA: +1SP) (+61SP). Just like I had told her to do.

I put my arm around her, and brought her inside. She only shirked a little.

She shirked a lot when she saw the blonde woman cuffed to the bathroom, though.

I had to quickly reassure her. "Oh, don't mind about her. She's just here to watch."

Teresa's reaction upon seeing Alexa was a bit more... animated. When she saw I still had my arm around her, she growled into her gag and almost pounced off the wall.

Thank God she couldn't. It felt like she could've ripped Alexa to shreds.

"I... I didn't agree to-" clearly frightened Alexa began, before I cut in.

"Oh, Teresa? What's wrong? Do you remember her from the photoshoot as well?" Teresa didn't seem to even listen to me, just ravenously tried pulling herself off the wall. Or pulling the whole rack down from the wall.

I had no worries about that, though. It looked like the rack was bolted on the wall securely.

"Like I said, I have a type. After I broke up with Anna-Marie... I began dating her."

This revelation made Teresa... finally stop. And Alexa blush.

...Obviously it wasn't true. But Alexa agreed to play the part of my girlfriend for half an hour. You see, she still had this bothersome thing called 'CAREER LOCK' that I had placed on her. She couldn't accept new jobs unless I gave her the permission. And being a model... That was going to be an integral part of her job. So when she got that offer from H&M, I gave her the permission to accept the job... on the condition that she would shoot a four-hour video of sucking a dildo, spanking her own ass and calling me her master. She hadn't even responded to that request yet. So... I informed her that she took too long, and that deal was no longer valid. Now, if she ever wanted a job as a model again... She needed to meet me at a motel, let me do whatever I want to her for thirty minutes, and act like we were a loving couple for the whole duration.

I'm sure the reality of her situation hit her hard enough to agree. In a way this was actually a better deal for her. Shorter and less embarrassing video material to float in the ether. Unless I brought a camera, of course. And she had **** but to work with me or leave her profession for good.

And I guess being a model was everything to her identity.

If she refused... The likelihood that the next deal would be even worse for her... Was very high.

So, in short... It was a very short texting conversation between us.

And here she was. Right on time.

Ready to fill her role in the humiliation of Teresa.

"You see, Teresa..." I said as I forcefully grabbed the back of Alexa's neck.

The young model squealed delightfully.

"My type is a hot, submissive little bitch, who does whatever I tell her to do," I said as I **** my lips on Alexa's.

She didn't fight back. She wasn't stupid. This was what she agreed to... Just the addition of Teresa was probably shocking.

Yes, Teresa... Who could now only stand there and watch as I noisily, ravenously smushed against the redhead's lips and fondled her gorgeous tits.

I made sure the show was right in Teresa's eyesight. She wouldn't miss a single beat, not one single lick or kiss on Alexa's lips, ears, cheeks and neck. And when I glanced to see her expression... she was actually starting to shake. More and more. Not from sadness... But with pure anger. Her hands were balled up into fists. Her eyes were burning red hot with hatred.

She was a nuclear bomb. All wired up and ready to explode.

Alexa was even beginning to moan. Whether she wanted to or not.

Teresa's desire to destroy was rising with each moan.

Not towards me, of course. Just the new interloper to our sacred relationship.

Just like I wanted her to.

I pulled Alexa off me, giving her a few seconds to breathe.

I lifted her chin with my hand. "You love me, don't you, my ginger ****?"

I gave her a meaningful expression. Signaling... She better not fuck up what she was about to say next.

After that barrage, she still looked a little confused... But didn't forget what her role was. "....yes... I... I... I love you... m-master?"

Well, I didn't expect the master-part at the end... But that was totally good enough.

Teresa was starting to emit strange little sounds of rage again. The only thing holding her fury back was the cuffs.

It was finally time to pull down my zipper, and take out my cock.

"Suck me off, my love. Show her who really deserves to wear all my cum."