Thank God It's Friday

"So... What now? Is this it? You just want to humiliate me by making me wear this? Well... If that's the case... big fucking congratulations. You've made me feel like I'm the, I don't know, antithesis of women's liberation... or something. Is that what you wanted?", she whined.

It really didn't matter what she said. I couldn't take her seriously at all.

All I could think about how comical she looked, wearing that and trying to be tough at the same time.

"Michelle. Try using your brains here. Obviously it isn't just about the suit. I have you for the whole weekend, remember?"

"Then what? What do you want? Spell it out already!!", she yelled, clearly growing more frustrated by the second.

This was just like Michelle. Anytime she felt embarrassed or her cheeks got a little flushed, she easily resorted to yelling. Usually at me. Like anytime she made a mistake, and I pointed it out. She could never accept it. She would find some other reason to yell at me in the next five seconds, trying her best to make me feel bad as well.

...And she always succeeded in doing that.

"Michelle. Babe," I said, and slid in the cutesy nickname I used to call her, to throw her off. I think it worked, she was looking even more flustered now. "This is less about me and more about you. I believe you made it clear, that there's something wrong with YOU that needs to be fixed?"

"...Yea, but-"

"Okay then. Right now, if I just tell you all is forgiven and my heart is fixed after you broke it with your betrayal... would you even believe me?"

"...I... I'm not... Probably..."

She quieted down, and took a while to think about the question.

"N-no... No, I don't think so..." she finally answered, almost muttering it quietly to herself.

The fury in her eyes was starting to die down.

"And that's what all of this is about, right? That's why your body hasn't functioned like it should, because you desire to be forgiven. Isn't that the conclusion you reached?"

"Y-yes..."

"Well. That's what all this is about. YOU need to fix things. YOU need to make things better. I can't just order you to do it. It needs to come from YOU."

"Y-yeah, I understand... but... How... exactly?"

Oh yeah. She was completely following my lead now.

She was **** to finally fix this issue.

I bet that she and Maddy tried having sex several times after last Tuesday.

...And I bet her pussy remained as dry as the desert.

As opposed to the numerous times I made her wet with just a snap of my fingers.

I bet it felt scary to have so little control over your own body.

I finally stood up, just so I could get closer to her and look dominantly into her beautiful, brown eyes.

"If you really want to do this, Michelle... You just need to do one thing."

"W-What?"

"Be the opposite of what you used to be. Instead of insulting and mocking me constantly... Take care of me, and compliment me. Instead of making me do all the household chores, while you were out partying... stay inside, and clean up after your husband. Make sure the house looks prim and proper. Something you could even be proud of. Instead of thinking about only yourself... Make sure my weekend is perfect. That I lack nothing. And most of all... Take a step back from your massive ego and let me rule the household for once. Be the wife I always wanted you to be. Make your husband feel... good."

Based on the increasing wrinkles on her face... She really hated to be talked down to like this.

But like I made clear in my speech... That was the exact point.

She needed to step down from her ego.

Somehow, she managed to keep her voice down. I could see she was barely holding in the need to yell in my face again. "...Make you feel... Good? Jack... I just told you in the stairway, I'm not going to-"

"I know, I know. No sex. Like I said, this is about YOU, and how much YOU think is enough to fix what YOU did to me. Besides... You don't have to worry about the sex. I got that department taken care of anyways."

She lifted her eyebrows at that comment. "...Taken care of?"

"Yeah. So, Michelle, are you ready to begin your weekend as my selfless, good, humble wife?"

I could tell Michelle was still a little unnerved by what I left unsaid, but she didn't feel like pressing the issue.

"Ummm... Okay, then, I guess..."

"Good. Start doing stuff. I'm tired."

I brushed past her and took a tumble on my bed.

I was actually that tired. This day took all life out of me.

Almost literally.

A nap might be in order. In fact, it might almost be mandatory to get through everything else I still had planned for this day.

But... I wasn't ready to fall asleep just yet.

I watched Michelle eye through the messy wastelands of my apartment with increasing worry.

She knew what her first assignment needed to be.

To clean this fucking pigsty.

But I wasn't going to order her to do it. That was the point.

I had given her the order already. 'Be the opposite of you'. 'Take care of me'. And all the other stuff I said in that litany.

I wanted her to voluntarily decide, what all of that meant in practice.

I wanted her to voluntarily take each step of her own downfall.

If all things went great... Maybe I wouldn't have to give her another order the whole weekend. Well, maybe a small push at some point, if needed... But it was going to be that much sweeter if I didn't.

"I guess, then... I... I'll start cleaning up this mess, okay?" (MICHELLE: +4SP) (+51SP)

Oh yeah. It was working. The points were already starting to drip in.

"It's not a mess. It's MY APARTMENT. Give your man's house some proper respect, woman," I corrected her.

I could see she was about to start her usual rage-a-thon at being corrected for a very minor mistake (not that it even was a mistake, I just wanted to assert my dominance over her), but...

Perhaps my little conversation with her was beginning to do its trick.

She swallowed her rising anger. Which was quite a nice sight in itself, the way she balled up her fists cutely and then took steady control over her own breathing.

She might have actual anger management issues.

I know her sister definitely did.

"You're right.... d- ngh, this is your... apartment. Sorry." (MICHELLE: +3SP) (+54SP)

Holy fuck. That actually worked.

I was getting points all over the place now, without needing to interject orders everywhere.

And what was that just now? Was she almost about to say... 'dear', and then just couldn't get the word through her lips?

Hahaa, okay... If she was even considering taking that step... This weekend might go even smoother than planned.

I didn't even acknowledge her apology. I was looking through my phone. I had bigger fish to fry than hearing my pitiful wife apologize for her usual stupidity.

It clearly angered her that she got no response from me, but she eventually turned her attention back to the household. Soon she was sighing to herself, really not knowing where to even start.

What was the likelihood that I might piss her off so hard that she would abandon this whole endeavor and not even care about getting her body fixed?

Hmm... It was a very real possibility. Then again... She seemed unusually **** to get this fixed. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure where the line was.

The only thing I knew for certain, was that the more points she gained, the less likely she would be to make an independent, tough decision like that and just leave. So I really should keep pushing her. Little by little.

With all this time I was about to have with her... I could take her really far.

Maybe even... a hundred?

...Who knows. That might be too hard, though. We'll see how things go. But I had no reason to stop myself, if I saw a good chance.

I wanted this bitch fully under my control. For good.

"Oh God..." I could hear her whine in the kitchen, clearly disgusted by the state of it.

Lovely. She was actually on the floor now, rubbing some long-forgotten stain.

Perhaps even a pussy stain from Anna or Lana?

That wasn't the highlight of this, though. The way she was bending down on the floor, shaking her body to rhythm of the scrubbing... Not fully realizing how her new skirt wasn't that good at obstructing views. Definitely not from this angle, at least.

I saw a flash of her white satin panties more than once.

She had to be unaware of what she was doing. If Michelle knew what I was seeing... She'd freak out.

Let's keep it that way. For now.

Either way... I did have some actual work to do.

All these fucking emails from all the on-field writers and photographers. Most were in Europe now, probably living the life. All on the magazine's expense.

And then there were the full rules and regulations of the The Submission Accelerator. All those important pieces of info, like how everything returns back to normal if the user dies... Stuff that Reagan had now read, that I never bothered looking into.

And also Maria. How soon should I starting planning part 2 of getting her completely under my control? What would that entail? How soon would she strike back? Was I even safe right now?

...

Ugh, all of this stuff was giving me a headache now.

Wasn't it reasonable to just relax after getting almost killed? I'm only a human, for God's sakes.

I just wanted to-

Oh, a new text message popped up.

It was from Lana. Seems like my text message to them went through.

They were up to the fifth orgasm now.

Let's see now... Fifth? And the goal was 30 in eight hours... And it took them 1,5 hours to get this far...

This wasn't a promising pace.

I texted them back, making it clear I wasn't happy. And there would be Hell to pay if Reagan wasn't all wrung out by the time I got there.

Fuck...

I texted Gretchen.

"Did you find anything?"

It would be more than useful to know if Maria had planted cameras in her room. The sooner, the better.

"Nothing yet, master," She almost immediately wrote back. "Also, Maria called Gloria. She quit her internship today and left home."

Eh, it was to be expected. Just glad I got to fuck her in the ass before she did.

Michelle just kept sighing in the kitchen, scrubbing out various stains.

That sighing stuff wasn't very nice. Like she was pointing out how messy I was and how much of an effort she had to make to clean it.

Well then. I wouldn't be very nice either.

I texted Gretchen.

"Come to my apartment. Four hours from now."

"Yes master," she immediately wrote back.

Speaking of which... I hadn't twiddled Gretchen's various little sliders in a while.

I wonder how she was feeling about me currently? Let's see...

RELATIONSHIP EDITOR

WITH

GRETCHEN RIVERS

Hate/Love = +75

Indifference/Obsession = +55

Sexual Repulsion/Sexual Attraction= +87

Belittle/Worship= +25

Repressed/Liberated= +13

User is: Master, owner, boss

Huh. Seems like all sliders were ticking upwards... all by themselves.

I hardly needed to touch this, she was fully in my grasp already.

But... I guess it's fun to fuck around with her mind once in a while.

Let's see... I'll push Love to +90. Not all the way to hundred yet, I might not be prepared for something like that.

I'll leave the Obsession-slider as it is.

The sexual attraction... Fine, let's max it up. Again.

It was fun the last time.

Worship? That's one of those scary things again... Make it too high and she might go insane or something...

I'll make it +75. Fits well with the others like that.

Repressed or liberated? Hmm... you know what? I'll slide that one down.

All the way to -70.

Embarrassed Gretchen is a more fun Gretchen.

And... oh yeah... I guess I can feel a little less scared about changing her body, since Maria isn't snooping around in the office anymore...

I'll make her tits E-sized now... Definitely not that natural-looking anymore...

And I'll puff her lips a little bit.

Should make the cocksucking feel more pleasurable.

The estimated time for change was 5 hours. Almost perfect.

I clicked apply.

And what else... what else... should I...

Ah fuck it. I can barely stay conscious.

I felt so goddamn sleepy.

Michelle's whining and sighing had such a nice rhythm to it...

In fact...

The noise was starting to change shape... Little by little...

The pitch in her tone was shifting higher...

And her sighing...

It was almost like moaning now...

It almost sounded...

A bit...

...Sexual?

...

...Nice...

I guess the trait was doing its job...

But it was such a soothing sound...

that I could easily...

fall...

asleep...

to...

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