VERY PAVLOVIAN INDEED

With my remaining strength, I clicked option B. I mean sure I wanted to punish her. I wanted to punish her so bad for this. She would taste all the layers of Hell for this. But my troubles were by no means over. If she decided to go against me again... That would probably be the true Game Over.

With this, I could easily see what her plans were. And she would instinctively learn not to disobey me. No, she would get pleasure from obeying me. This was the only way forward.

Okay, Jack. Get up now. Get out of here. Before she realizes what a horrible mistake she has done.

Oh yeah, wait, what about the fake call I needed to make? According to the story I was telling Maria, it needs to happen at 2 PM... And the clock was 2 minutes to 2 PM? Wait, how's that possible? Maria just told me it was 1 PM!

Oh right. She didn't give the exact minutes. And yes it was still practically "1 PM". So I actually gave her less time to think about this than I even thought? That was probably for the best.

But wait. What about now? Do I leave now and then make the call?

Why didn't Maria stay? She had a chance to listen in on call, after all. I mean if she had any doubts about my story, that would've been the smart thing for her to do...

Wait. There was a very high probability that there was a camera behind me. I was almost certain there was. Why wouldn't they be monitoring me? She left me alone with the phone, because she wanted to see how I acted when I thought nobody else was looking.

Well fuck you. I'm smarter than that.

No reason the check if the camera was truly there. It would just make me look more suspicious.

I picked up the phone, dialed a completely random number, and began my monologue.

"Hey. It's me. No. Nothing new. Yes. Yes. I'm still trying to get invited in her house. Yes. I will. To tomorrow then. Bye."

This endless faking and acting was starting to give me a headache.

But whatever. I'm getting out of here!

I began crawling towards the door. It took a full minute before I could properly stand up.

As I stepped out of the basement, I realized it wasn't a basement at all. It was just an abandoned warehouse. I guess it just felt like a basement. No. I was in the docks. Just a huge lines of cargo everywhere and not a soul in sight.

I wondered who owned it this warehouse?

Never mind. I was tired out of my mind. I needed to get home.

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After a grueling walk through the docks, with several hardhat workers shouting obsceneties as me (I guess I wasn't allowed to be there), I finally made it to the nearest bus stop. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long.

The bus took me all the way to my home street. But it was a fucking long ride. Almost an hour. They really had taken me in the middle of nowhere.

I noticed several text messages on my phone. Oh yes. My sluts. How could they live without me?

Nope. All the messages were from Janice.

That's right. We were supposed to exercise today.

Well there was something positive here after all. At least I avoided that nightmare.

What a funny joke. I couldn't stop chuckling to myself. My exhausted brain was clearly reaching a breaking point. That probably made me look like madman to all the other passengers.

I texted her back.

"So sorry. Work was completely insane today." At least I didn't lie. "Give me another date?"

She answered quickly.

"Saturday. Last chance."

"Fine."

And then I pretty much was ready to black out. Why didn't Gretchen or Lana text me? Did they not care? ...I guess Gretchen was too scared after that time I made her drop her trench coat not to bother me unless I asked for it... And Lana was most likely mad about what I made her do.

Man, after a day like today I just wanted to order both of them to lick my body clean for while I played with their titties. But I couldn't.

I just told Maria I had been working with the FBI against her. What were the chances they were keeping an eye on me this very second? Very high, I would say. So I couldn't go to Gretchen. I couldn't go to Lana. I couldn't order them to my house.

Was there any way to have fun now?

Before I could think more on it, I just fell asleep. And probably snored loudly, based on the angry glares of the other passengers when I finally woke up.

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Somehow I made it home.

I fell on my bed.

What the fuck even was today? How in the Hell did I survive it? How do I keep surviving from now on?

...No, I couldn't think anymore. I had done nothing else but think for the last 12 hours. My brain was getting clogged up. I was dead tired, but also in too much tension to fall asleep again.

I needed to do something fun. Something to take my thoughts elsewhere.

YouTube didn't do it for me anymore. I wanted to keep playing with my toys.

But how?

...

Hmm, yeah, that felt like a fun idea to try. I'll do that. (Wait, I thought my brain was all clogged up? Well, I guess it always had room for a sexy stuff.)

I sent to both Lana and Gretchen the same, private text message.

"Tough day today. Send me a sexy pic."

And after a couple of minutes of waiting, Gretchen was first. As I guessed she would be.

Really now, Gretchie? Not even a full nude? Although I loved how awkward and scared she still looked sending me something like that. So a couple of points for that, I guess. Then it was Lana's turn.

Hmm. There was some effort there. That was a fun shirt. But still. Did these women not know me yet? How could they possibly think that was enough for my appetite?

I started a group chat between the three of us, and posted both of their pictures there.

"Really? This is the best you could do? I'm disappointed in both of you."

Alright. The trap was set now. I wonder how embarrassing it was for them to see me send their private sexy pics to each other? Now I just had to wait for the floodgates to open...

Gretchen was first.

Okay, at least she got her tits out now. And she understood what was going on here. Yes, it was a competition, with a heavily implied reward or punishment based on how you did. She would win nothing with that picture, though. She wouldn't be that shy if she was here right now. I guess sending this stuff was still a new experience for her.

Lana's turn to strike back.

Haha, I loved the awkward look on her face. It was clear she never had to pose sexily like that to anyone before. Very nice, in fact. I would treasure this. But no, she was still wearing too much to win any kind of competition.

Gretchen seemed to realize she would be losing at this rate, because she was the next one to send a pic.

Fully nude now. Very nice. But then again, I had seen her naked multiple times now. Come on, do something special at least.

Lana realized the stakes were raised again.

Okay, so she had been ashamedly stripped of her clothes now too. Her clear resignation to do this was very sexy indeed, but not enough. They both still needed to up their games.

"You call that sexy? Pathethic."

This time, Lana took the lead.

She was truly trying to pose now. Not bad. But still quite amateurish.

Oh look, Gretchen shot back almost immediately.

Okay now this was starting look like something. Almost artistic. Almost like she was the editor of a fashion magazine for God's sake! Might even save this to my fapping folder.

Lana was next again.

Very good. She was getting the hang of it. That was almost like a porno shoot picture.

I wondered how long would they keep up this humiliating competition? How far could I take it?

Before I finished my thought, Gretchen sent another picture.

(GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+92SP)

Wait, she was outside? Holy fuck that was hot! And apparently so embarrassing for her that it even netted me a point!

This competition was getting out of hand. I didn't want her doing that! What if somebody saw her? Like Maria?

No, this needed to stop before Lana retaliated in some crazier manner.

And I knew just the way to finish this off.

"Good try, Gretchie. But I'm still disappointed in both of you. I have two slaves here that I asked a sexy picture from. And you still couldn't figure out what I wanted? Shame on you. The answer should have been obvious. No cumming for either of you for the next two weeks."

Alright then. I hoped that worked. I hoped they figured it out. I wanted them to reach than conclusion themselves.

So I waited. I was hopeful. If they had no idea, surely they would have messaged apologies to me or something? Or asked advice?

Thirty minutes went by. Goddamned. Do it already. I didn't want to fall asleep before seeing it.

Then, a heavenly DING on my phone.

Was it the correct choice?

Yes it was.

More of that lovely, awkward, titsucking action. Voluntarily this time. Oh man. I was more than ready to burst.

But after the Hell I went through today, I wanted more. I deserved more. One more push.

"Excellent. Good little slaves. Take that 69 action a bit further. Lick each others pussies for the next five minutes and send me the video. Then I will allow you to cum."

Oh man. Their first true actual lesbian pussylicking action. And I wouldn't be there to see it.

I mean, if they were **** enough. And I didn't know that they were.

(GRETCHEN: +2SP)(+94SP) (LANA: +2SP) (+86SP)

Wait. I just felt points.

Oh yes. Oh yes yes yes.

Now I only needed to wait for five more minutes.

...

These minutes were more painful than the 12 hours I spent in binds.

...

DING!

Oh yeah.

"You are allowed to cum."

I came pretty hard also. I was playing the video on constant loop until I finally fell asleep.