The Talk

I was alone in the office now. All alone. I had successfully pissed off all the three ladies who shared this space with me.

So what now? I definitely wasn't going to write articles anymore.

No way. I think I can happily say that part of my life is now over. Gretchen wouldn't scold me if I didn't do that. Maria wouldn't fire me, no matter what, right now. I was going to be too valuable as a double agent for her.

So I just mentally focused on my upcoming meeting with Maria. I tried to run through all the different scenarios in my mind.

Immediately, I realized something extremely important.

If I was going to call Maddy, or in this case Lori Rodriguez, my phone probably shouldn't have Maddy's picture and name come up when I call! I quickly removed her info from the saved number I had. Whew. That could have been a close one.

Then my mind drifted to Maria's new trait. I should probably refresh myself on it. Yes, I had read it already, but it was always good to brush up.

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-VERY PAVLOVIAN INDEED-

If the subject is planning against / planning to disobey the user, they will punish themselves by either pinching a nipple, slapping their face or spanking their own ass. If the subject is planning on obeying the user or planning on doing things that pleases the user, the subject gets a wave of sexual pleasure.

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Yes, that's what I remembered seeing. A very useful trait indeed... But huh? There were two more paragraphs under that!

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NOTE: The subject will not mentally register that they are punishing themselves. Nobody around the subject, except the user, will register that the subject is punishing themselves. The subject will only register the painful feeling they get from doing the punishment on themselves, and slowly start to associate pain with disobeying or scheming against the user.

NOTE: This trait will only be active when the subject is in close proximity with the user.

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Wait, how the hell didn't I read either of those before?

...Oh yeah. I was ready to pass out the first time I saw these. I guess I just didn't have the mental strength to look at them completely.

So, did this change anything? Anything I was planning?

...No, not really. In a way it was better if Maria didn't register her own punishments. She would grow very suspicious of that very fast. It was better for me. However for the other note... Well, the bad thing was that she could still scheme against me without feeling pain, if I didn't happen to be close by. But that was a small concession. The most useful part of this trait, right now, was that it was sort of a lie detector. If she got evil thoughts around me, I'd notice. I think. I guess it all depends on how you define "scheming".

Anyway, Ulla finally returned to the office at that point.

She didn't even look my way. Understandable. I guess it took all her willpower not to kick my nuts again.

She better make up her mind soon, though.

Sophie returned soon after that. She, however, was still staring daggers at me.

Luckily, there was no altercation. She just returned to her seat, and pointedly turned her back to me.

There was an undeniable softness in her face, however. All the red on her face wasn't from fuming alone. Yeah. When that anger of hers went away eventually, only lust would be left. And I had the key to that particular lust.

PING!

Oh my. A message from Maria.

"My office. NOW."

Alright. It begins. I took a deep breath, and stood up.

I was ready to do this. I can beat her. I beat her once, I again do it again.

And after that... smooth sailing? Right?

Either way, I was now taking big, manly steps towards her office while psyching myself up.

Something stopped me.

It was small, soft sobbing from the kitchen.

Lana was leaning against the table, looking miserable.

Damn.

Now I felt bad.

I had been a real asshole to her for a whole week now. But then again, that's sort of what I wanted. To completely own her and humiliate her.

But I didn't want her depressed. Like not seriously depressed. There's no fun in that.

Frightened, embarrassed, horny, ****, yes, but not depressed.

I wanted her to submit to me. Eventually with her whole body and mind. To manipulate her in to the mold of a perfect ****.

She wasn't developing like Gretchen. Gretchen was probably too lovey-dovey now, but Lana on the other hand was too far in the other direction.

Yeah, Maria can wait just a little longer.

The fiery redhead here had been trained pretty roughly, recently. Time for some positive readjustment.

I stepped behind Lana. She noticed me, and stopped her sobbing and wiped her eyes. Guess she didn't want me to see her like this.

"Get up," I ordered her.

The unhappy, award-winning writer got up and stood in front of me, staring at the floor. Like a little girl that was about to be scolded again. I grabbed her chin, and stared into her eyes. She looked shocked.

"You know... You've been a really good girl all week," I said while beginning to caress her hair gently with my other hand. She really had no idea where I was going with this, and just seemed jittery.

Then I violently pulled on her hair and kissed her hard. Our lips met explosively, with my tongue exploring the far reaches of her mouth. It took a few seconds, but soon she was in on the action as well. I think my tongue felt up every single teeth in her mouth. It was the sort of passionate kiss you read about in women's novels, the kind I was sure Lana secretly read. She had the air about her.

After ten seconds, I finally broke it off. The kiss had been a wet one. There was drool falling from both of our faces. She was even sweating a little bit.

I patted her on the head, and whispered in her ear. "Keep it up."

Then I let go off her. The whole ordeal had taken more strength than I knew out of Lana, as she just fell to the floor on her knees.

She looked up at me very... submissively, if I do say so myself. I was finally starting to see some of that puppy dog quality in her eyes that Gretchie had.

She kept just panting. She probably would have said something, if I stayed.

However, I was a man on the move. I left the kitchen and her soaking in her juices.

Yeah. I'm glad I did that.

It probably gave me just the sort of confidence boost I needed against Maria.

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I entered Maria's office without knocking.

A small power move again, I guess.

She was sitting behind her desk, in her usual black business suit. The one that was still in my nightmares. Damn, just seeing here made me question if I suffered from PTSD, because I instantly flashed back to the mental pain of being tied to that chair for 12 hours.

"You... called?", I still managed to squeak out. Damned! Get a hold of yourself. This is not the time to be a pussy.

She signaled me to sit in the chair in front of her desk.

I sort of never wanted to sit in any of her chairs again, but I'll play along for now.

There was an awkward silence. She pushed a small paper on her desk towards me.

It read: "Are they listening?"

I held in a chuckle.

"No, Maria. They are not listening. I'm not wired or anything."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Well... My house is. They said they did that for my safety. It has both a security camera and a hidden mike". A complete lie. But a useful one. I wanted one safe place for myself, some place her goons wouldn't dare to enter.

Maria allowed herself to breathe a little bit.

"Why did you make me wait?", she asked coldly.

"I just assumed you would call me in when you're ready."

"God, you're so..." she didn't finish that. She was probably going to call me dense or something. I'd remember that. "Now. The situation is what it is. I hope you're not going to expect me to act all friendly now. You proposed a partnership. It might be the most viable option here."

"Yeah. I believe they call it a 'partnership of necessity' or something. I'll try my best to try to forget what you did to me too." That will never happen. Even if I live to be 100.

"Okay. Good enough. Let's start from the beginning. The FBI picked you up one day and threatened you with jail time. What was your crime?"

I had already thought of that while I was tied to the chair. She just didn't ask me about it yesterday.

"I... hacked the social media accounts of some instagram beauties. Then I tried to **** them to send me some... photos. I know it doesn't sound... that bad, but I was really rough about it."

That was probably the most believable lie I could make up. It was a well-known fact in the office by now that I was a disgusting pervert.

Maria seemed to buy it. She sighed.

"Of course you did. Now. The FBI picked you up. Tell me exactly what they told you. What is your mission? What are you trying to find out?"

"That's kind of the thing, though. The deal I made with them... it was very vague. All it said, was if I get some incriminating information about you, and they consider it good enough, I would look at a reduced sentence."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Apart from that weird phrase about the frogs, I got no details what to look for. Just report everything suspicious and try to get closer to you."

She looked away now. Lost in her thoughts.

"That's why I was **** to get in your house. You were away for two weeks, and they are starting to demand for some results. Look... I need something. It can be fake or whatever. Something that's believable. I don't think you want me to give them... You know, what happened yesterday."

There it was. That lovely murderous glare again. Okay Jack, keep going, she's on the ropes now.

"But there's something more urgent now. I wouldn't have told you this before, but we work together now, right?"

Small nod from her.

"You can't sell the magazine. Not right now. It wouldn't happen anyway. They would freeze your assets that second. The investigation would become public, and it would be a huge international embarrassment for you."

She didn't show much emotion. But I saw it. Small tightening of her fist. She was really annoyed.

"Maria. Don't sell the magazine. Or it's all over."

She took a huge, deep breath, and leaned back on her chair.

Silence. She must have thought about this for a full minute.

Then, finally, she leaned back.

"Fine." (MARIA: +10SP) (-74SP) I think Maria was all ready to continue that sentence, but something stopped her. There was a huge flush on her face. Her mouth opened up a little bit, and I think I heard a small squeak. It was painfully sexy. Her body went through a whole range of feelings of pure sexual pleasure, so much so that she had to bite down on her lower lip. She even half closed her eyes.

She was gyrating little bit now. Something was definitely happening in her nether regions.

That's right, Maria. Obey me. And you get that pleasure every time.

Few seconds later she suddenly gripped her desk. Hard. She opened her eyes wide, and coughed. I guess she was fighting to get back the control of her emotions.

"Sorry, I... I don't know what that was."

"...That's okay..."

She slowly settled back in her seat normally. Only that rosy hue on her face had more staying power, apparently.

"So... As I was trying to say... Fine. I won't sell the magazine." Oh yeah, I completely forgot, I had just managed to save this fucking magazine! Another miracle, another triumph! I was practically a superhero at this point. They should build statues of me.

"But how does this whole thing end then? Do they have something on me?", she asked.

"I don't think they do. Otherwise, why make me do this? The best plan we could have is give them fake info. That way, if they eventually do pounce on you, you can destroy their arguments easily and convincingly."

She thought about it. "What about you? You're screwing the FBI here. You think they're going to be merciful with you?"

Okay, I would have to sell this. "No, I don't. But here's the thing. I never would have believed I would get to date such a perfect being as Gloria. So if this means I get to spend just a couple of more weeks with her... I'm ready to go to jail for a long time." I really didn't want to simp like this over Gloria, but hey, what can you do.

"Sorry but no", she interjected quickly. "She doesn't have those feelings for you. And we talked about it for a long time, believe me. She only felt... excitement about your... disgusting activities. It's not deeper than that. It could have been anyone."

I expected this.

"I think it's for the best that the two of you never meet again. Now, I'm willing to compensate you in other ways. I am quite a rich woman, as you know. There will be a payment waiting before and after you leave the jail. How big? It's up to you. Give me a number."

Nah. Money wasn't going to be an issue for me anymore.

What I wanted, was Maria to pimp out her daughter to me.

Because that would be the most humiliating thing to make her do.

"I want Gloria."

She didn't even blink. And with the coldest voice possible, she said...

"No."

Her left hand slowly rose to her right tit. Her index finger and thumb gripped her nipple. And then...

A painful twist.