The Writer

The Writer undid my punishment and I had a vision of what really happened during that time. Since I was seeing what happened again, I was able to focus on little details like the fact that Amanda was responsible for what happened to me.

"Now that you are done with me, will you send me to the time when I received your call or will I loose the time I spent in this place?"

"Who said I am done with you? I still have some things to tell you. But just so you know I stopped time in your universe when you entered this in-between. So you don't have to worry about loosing time."

"What else you wanna tell me? Some more science."

"No, I have to tell you the benefits of receiving the call."

"Do I get a prize?"

"Yes, I saved my number in your contacts so now you can text me a possible change to your universe and I will do that. But.."

"Seriously, you can just change my universe and I get to tell you what I want changed."

"Well let me finish first. Changing things means I have to do some work and as you probably know by now I don't like to do work, I like entertainment. So here is the deal the more work is required for your proposed change the angrier I get. I will text you increments in my angry level. When I reach 100% you get the ultimate punishment. Also you can't tell anyone about me, If you do even by mistake you will get the ultimate punishment."

"And what is this ultimate punishment?"

"Believe me you don't want to know. Just to give an idea; the punishment I gave you is a slap on the wrist compared to it."

"Guess, I will just have to be careful and stop before 100%."

And then before I could say anything else. Everything changed again and I was at my bed. I instinctively look down to check my clothes but was relieved to find that I was still wearing them. Since last time I got teleported my clothes vanished, I thought it might happen again. Amanda was standing outside my door with her eyes closed and fingering her cunt . I realized "erase the evidence" meant deleting the video not changing Amanda's memory. I yelled at Amanda, " Hey you, dumb slut, why are you flicking your bean while looking at me? Are you imagining me nude?"

"How did you wear your clothes so fast? and where is all the cum?"

" CUM!! Were you imagining me masturbating and pleasuring yourself using that image? How dare you imagine me doing such a thing in front of a pathetic loser like YOU? You are someone who has to whore herself to earn money to eat and I am a respectable man. You do not have the right to dream about me."

Amanda thought, she was really imagining all the stuff that really happened. I could see the confusion on her face but nevertheless she dropped to her knees and started begging for mercy.

"Please master give this slut a second chance. I will be your perfect **** again."

I wanted to punish Amanda right there but then I remembered about the lottery ticket so I sent her away. "Go and clean the apartment. And don't disturb me I am talking with my boss." She went away. I texted The Writer,

You didn't tell me anything about the lottery ticket.

Isn't it obvious, it is meant to solve all your financial problems. If you had checked that ticket on internet like a smart person would, you would've found out, that ticket is worth $4 million. Now that you have used me to get information on that lottery ticket, I might as well tell you that as of today you are the proud owner of the apartment you and Amanda live in.

Thanks and I have a question, "What is the story behind the talking dog?"

Oh! He does not exist in your universe, in your universe instead of that dog your neighbors own a cat named Mr. Whiskers. I changed the universe so that pets are intellectuals, dogs in that universe went to school to be best dog pets they can be. So they pass the harkness test as no minor can be pet and they talk in English.

I thought for a moment and remembered that future punishment was not undone, It could be avoided by not making the same choices but since that dog doesn't even exist I just have to make sure they never buy a dog besides this intellectual pet thing sounds good. Amanda getting fucked in the ass by a pet cat could be the best punishment for her.

Make sure my neighbors never buy a dog and do the intellectual pet thing but with cats that was in my punishment.

Your neighbors hate dogs. Change in angry level= +5%

All pets are intellectual now which already included cats. Change in angry level= +20% . Angry level = 25%

20 % that is a lot for a change you did for free just to punish me. And why all pets?

Look you are wasting a lot of my precious time and complaining about my angry level will only make me more angry. Change in angry level= +5% Angry level = 30%. FYI further complain will result in more increments only.

I thought this was unfair but I couldn't do anything to this bully.

Complain in thoughts. Change in angry level= +3% Angry level = 33%

It is only fair. I am getting a lot of power out of this.

Look I am not complaining. I just think if this continues this way, I will not be able to use this service you are providing me and stop the angry level from reaching 100%. If it just have increments with no way to decease it, how can I hope to use it without fearing the ultimate punishment.

Now, Mr. smartypants you have deduced that there should be a way to reduce my angry level, after experiencing it first hand. If only, you had figured it out when you were still in the 'in-between' (the place you call 'white place' even though it can be many colors), I would've given you a reward.

Reward! What reward?

Well you could have asked for a change for free(without change in angry level)

Well, at least I figured it out so you should give me something.

Well...... OK, I can give you a change for free regarding yourself but only because I am so generous and I will reverse it after you have enjoyed it. And just so you know you can reduce my angry level by humiliating yourself which for my entertainment.{if try skip==1}

The Writer says to you(Josh Lancaster),"Now, do you understand why I was forcing you to read the details of John's punishment. If you can not read his punishment how will you read about him humiliating himself. And if you decide to skip even that this story will become short and not what I imagined. Hmm... Let me check what you chose. {if skip Reader==1}Well if you want to skip John's punishment, your choice, but I strongly recommend not skipping the humiliations {else} Good choice, you chose to read the punishment, I am proud of you Josh Lancaster {endif}.

{endif}

Well if the change is not permanent, how about a very good blowjob. I mean you can't reverse a blowjob, right.

Done Change in angry level= 0%

Just as I read this last text, I was teleported yet again to that white place (which apparently can be in many colors but The Writer is too lazy to change it.). I was nude once again but there was no one except me so I asked The Writer, "How am I supposed to get a blowjob in a place where I am alone."

I heard The Writer's voice in my head Oh you will see.

Just then Brad appeared in front of me, completely nude and sporting a hard dick which was bigger than mine. That sight was disturbing for me as I have recently learned that Brad was not only gay but he has a crush on me. I consider my dick to be big and I have even gotten compliments about it so him having a bigger cock than mine was a huge blow to my ego. And he didn't have any expression on his face which was also weird maybe he was a robot.

"Hey, Writer when I said a blowjob I meant by a beautiful women not by this robot copy of Brad."

Oh, this is not a robot, it is the real Brad. I just turned off the emotions. If you want I can turn it on again.

Brad suddenly started looking all around and said,"Oh John why are you naked? Wait a minute why am I naked? Where are we? Is this the afterlife?Oh I guess GOD is making me confront my homosexuality. OK, John, I love you. I wanted to hold you naked in my arms and stick my dick up your ass as soon as I met you. I wanted to...."

I was getting uncomfortable by his words so I yelled at The Writer,"Please turn off his emotions. I don't want a blowjob from him."

OK

Brad became emotionless again.

But you have to receive the blowjob from him and try not to complain again if you don't want to see how imaginative I can be while reversing this change.

I realized since Brad was a guy, reversing blow job could mean giving him one.

Nice idea, but don't worry you won't have to suffer through your idea or even mine if you just stay silent and take the blowjob. If you stay silent I will reverse it by returning both of you to the place you came from and make Brad think it was a dream but if I hear another complain I will **** you to get your cock sucked then reverse all the sperm inside you which will be painful and then you will swallow Brad's cum. And it won't just apply to this blowjob it will become your new reality.

I gulped, suddenly blowjob seemed like the worst idea. Then I saw Brad was coming near me and he kneeled right infront of me and took my penis in his mouth and started caressing my balls.

Look I am doing all this to you to teach you to be specific about these changes. I'll be frank with you, I am giving you this power over your universe not to do more work but to enjoy. So I will screw you over, every chance that I get.

Brad started to twist his tongue around my dick and rubbing it in and out. For a man who was still in the closet, he gave pretty good blowjob, or probably The Writer was just using his body. The feeling was amazing but the fact that I could see an emotionless Brad sucking my cock was making it, not so amazing. Soon he started stroking my dick using his tongue and I came inside his mouth and he swallowed. I wondered if he will still have the taste of my cum when he returns.

Yes, he will.

As I heard that, everything faded and I was sitting on my bed fully clothed. I thought for a moment what to do next. Then an idea popped into my mind and I yelled for Amanda. When she came I said, "I have quit my job as I have acquired this lottery ticket and I have also decided on your punishment."

Amanda could only stare at the lottery ticket with jealousy and fear for her future.