Time For Her Big Monologue

(Daisy Grace-Nadir 12SP)

Now there was a handsome sight.

I'd just barely milked 25 points out of her by the skin of my teeth. I was grateful for what I got regardless. Thanks to Daisy's kink I was able to push her pretty far to my side. I didn't even need to use the black mail I had on her. Which would make it much more effective for later.

If the plan I'd been working on was right, she'd play an important part in getting Jasmine and me out of Skyros. I just needed to get a few other things sorted first.

Like Miranda's score of -10.

It was an affront to me.

I was so close to setting her free. Let's get her there. Tonight.

I wouldn't even push her into the positives like I did Daisy. A nice score of 0, I assumed would be enough to make her a normal functioning human being.

While I plotted my steps for tonight Daisy's Profile caught my attention. Another trait for her, how exciting.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You got 25 points on subject Daisy May-Nadir in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Daisy May-Nadir.

-ORGASM LOCK-

Activating this effect makes the subject unable to orgasm, no matter how hard they try. Only you can allow them to orgasm now. The subject will be unaware of this, until you reveal this to them. They will believe this fact without suspicion, and understand now, that they can't orgasm without your approval. The subject will use their own reasoning for why this is, usually believing that you hold an erotic power they can't find elsewhere.

-New Trait Unlocked!-

Oral Fixation

Condition: The Subject earned this trait with a blow job.

Route A

-Slob On The Knob-

When the subject sees, smells, or hears you mention your dick their lips will inflate to a ludicrous size, and they'll begin to drool uncontrollably 3-5 Times their normal amount. This condition will only go away if you cum in their mouth, or after ten minutes with no contact with your dick. While their lips are inflated they'll feel a strong desire to fill that space with something, but are not immediately aware that it's your cock they desire.

Or

Route B

-The Fluffer-

If the subject gives you a blowjob they can always get you hard, no matter what, rain, snow, sun shine, or nuclear Armageddon. Any erections gained this way will last twice as long, and will be much more pleasurable for other partners than if you'd gotten hard by other means. The subject unfortunately does not benefit from these more pleasurable sessions, while other slaves will come to prefer dicks blown by the fluffer first.

It... was hard.

It was hard staying on the straight and narrow with this thing. Neither of those would help me get Jasmine out of Skyros, but there was nothing wrong with having a little fun while I was a ****, right? It's not like having more tools at my disposal was a bad thing.

The front door opened up before I could make my choice. Miranda back from work, and me nicely showered.

“Ugh, long day at work.” Miranda moaned as she entered into the room. She wasted no time in peeling off her swim socks, and unzipping her wet suit.

Mmm, sweaty roommate.

I crossed my legs, and spread my arms across the top of the couch. “What do you do anyway? Is your title, just spy?”

“Information officer.” She corrected, “Right now I’m getting everyone on the island acclimated to their new lives, sort through who’s fit for military service, stuff like that.”

Military service, of course. Why not have a **** army on top of everything else? “Is that what Rae does too?”

“No.” Miranda shrugged off her wetsuit and stood in front of me in a lycra one piece. It was so hard to tell what was intimate for us anymore. I’d seen her in a once piece dozens of times, but that was before I knew she noticed me noticing. Now it felt like I was looking at lingerie.

“What does she do?” I tried to make the question as casual as possible. Like I hadn’t been plotting all morning.

“Why?” Uh oh. Her spy senses were tingling.

“I’m just curious how this place works.”

She sat on the couch next to me, and rested her head on my chest. “You know what happened to the curious cat.”

“Satisfaction brought him back.”

“She’s in reeducation.”

Ha! I was right. OPERATION: S.A.V.E.J.A.S.M.I.N.E was a go. “Oh shit, she’s the one who brainwashes everyone?”

“One of them.” She swatted my chest. “And it’s not brainwashing. We clear the women of learned expectations put upon them by male society.”

“And make them lesbians.”

“That too.” She looked up at me. “Why are you so curious about Rae. She didn’t try to come over while I was gone, did she?”

“No.” In fact I went over to her apartment. “Sorry about all the questions. I guess I’m a bit nervous about this talk we’re going to have.”

She squirmed next to me. “Yeah it’s been on my mind too.” I caught a scent coming from her, that really got my attention. It wasn’t just the ripe smell of a woman who’d worn a wet suit all day. I smelled hot needy puss.

Oh god. I hope she didn’t notice. When Daisy was sitting on me, she must have soaked into my pants. Crap. It was going to be hard getting Miranda past those last ten points if she knew I’d turned the neighbor into a whining pile of quivering quim.

I jumped off the couch, and let her fall into without me there to support her. “So let’s do this. Miranda I feel I’ve been very open minded about this relationship, and forgiving. But I feel like you have some hangups that are keeping us from being as intimate as we could be.” I gestured towards her.

She nodded, casting her sight down. “That is valid. You’ve taken everything in incredible stride…”

I held up my hand, cutting her off. “I’d rather you... Serenade me.”

The room went dark, completely black, and then a spot light hit the couch. Which was no longer a black leather number, and more of a fainting couch for a roman emperor. Miranda was there with her hair up in a crown of braids, wearing a Grecian toga.

Woah.

I did not expect that.

She looked at me, took a deep breath, and launched into her monologue.

“When Pandora opened her gods-give box a tempest of demons spilled forth into the world like wine upon a carpet. These demons were the sins of man. Yet at the bottom of the box there was one sparkling gem, this treasure is what we know as hope. For how else would we withstand the endless terrors of the demons, without hope? Yet I must wonder if this jewel was a boon at all, and not itself a demon. The empress of the demons, shining with with livery and trinkets to denote herself as queen among tormentors. I stand before you now as Pandora, having endured all the pain and torment of the nintey-nine other demons, and now I look at you. I have scars and traumas from other men, but only you hurt me now. It is only the hope of knowing I could love a man, that brings me pain. Only the hope, that I could be loved. I hunger, and I hurt, and I hope, that this could be true. But I see in your eyes that it is not. So I hope for the day that it is.”

She lowered her head, the lights went out, and when they came back in everything was normal.

Damn.

I wiped a tear from my eye, that was pretty sad.

From what I could gather before Miranda met Thetis she'd been abused by a man in some way, and now she was carrying that harm and mistrust into her current relationship. She wanted things to work with me, but her defenses were sky high, and because of that she felt like she had to defend herself or else she'd get hurt. A tale of woe to be sure. Miranda needed professional help, not mind controllers like me and Thetis messing with her head.

Welp. Time to gas light her.

“You’ve been hurt in the past, but now you face the truest pain of all, allowing yourself to let go of those grievances, and opening yourself up. But at the same time, you’re afraid that I’ll never feel the same way towards you.” Probably because I said I wouldn’t. "So you must open up, but you know that is the thing which will hurt the most."

Her eyes went wide. “Yes… how did you know?”

“You just…” Oh yeah, the app said the speeches would come from her subconscious. Wow, so she didn’t even realize she’d just told me all that. Valuable. “You just, have this pained look in your eyes whenever you see me.”

She curled into herself, wrapping her arms around her legs. “You don’t love me.” She buried her head. “I can tell by the way you look at me. You hate me for everything I’ve done to you.”

And my family. And my friends. And my island.

“That’s not true, that’s just not true. I’ve loved you for a long time. If you’d asked me to leave Jasmine while we were on the island. I would have done it in a heart beat.”

That came as a shock to her, but it was exactly what she wanted to hear. Her head shot up. “Really?” She was trying to hide a grin, but she was vibrating.

“Yes. Come on, you know we’re perfect for each other.” I sat down on the couch next to her. “There is a lot of hurt in me for what you’ve done. I’ll admit. But I thought we were working through that. We have to put in the effort to understand one another, right?”

She took in a hot, wheeze of breath. Oh no. “Waaaaaaah!” She tackled me to the couch, hugging me like a python. She was sobbing into my chest. “I’ve been hurting for so long, why are you so good to me?”

Oh fuck me. There go my guts again.

What was I going to tell Miranda when all of this over? That it was all a lie, just to get me and my wife out of here?

You know what? Fuck it, yes I would.

I’d live with that guilt when the time came. Keep your eye on the ball Brett.

Sex. Sex. Sex sex sex.

I peeled Miranda off of me, and sat across from her.

Woof! Another way of excited woman hit me, wait a second…

I glanced down, Miranda had a pretty obvious wet spot soaking through her one piece. That’d been her I smelled earlier...

The Orgasm Lock!

Doy!

She was still ready to cum, as soon as I stuck my dick in her. She must have been like this since last night. That’s why she was squirming so much in her sleep. She was right on the verge of an orgasm.

Hell yeah.

Change of plans

Abstinence, abstinence, abstinence!

Miranda and I may never have been able to heal the wounds of her past. Trauma, whatever trauma it was could be life long, with no easy fix to be felt ever. She may never trust me enough ride my dick like a pogo stick if I waited for her.

But she sure as shit couldn't live on the edge of an orgasm forever.

If I just kept teasing her, and kept her on the edge of cumming, eventually she'd have to beg for my dick. That sounded a lot cleaner, than my alternate plan. Whenever possible I wanted these women to make the choice to obey me. It some how made me feel better about all the evil I was putting out into the world.

"Miranda, I love you, and I want to be with you. But you're my owner. If you say that it's not time for us, I'll respect that. Just know, that whenever you're ready so am I."

She cooed and pressed herself against my chest, thankful that she'd gotten herself such a kind and understanding ****. Meanwhile I was looking off into the distance stoically, wondering what changes I was going to make to Daisy's mouth.

This chapter... not my best work lol. I got bored with the conflict with Miranda, because her decisions are so supremely selfish I just couldn't imagine Brett being sympathetic with her at this point. Oh well, they can't all be gems. Most importantly we've got two new traits for Daisy to choose, vote for your choice in the comments.

Next chapter will be a lot of book keeping, and then a big ol' chapter after that with lots of stuffing happening in it.