What a... eh...

I had to go.

I wanted to start on this sweet, innocent ginger fuckdoll as soon as I could. And, naturally... I couldn't get the vision of Anna-Marie pushing her little sister's head roughly into my cock while they both looked submissively up at me... and then she would rim me from behind, and-

Focus.

So... what do I about this current scene?

Well... I could leave Gloria here, to humiliate Reagan some more and net me those points.

Lana and Anna-Marie could keep watch, make sure Reagan didn't try anything funny.

She was +60 now. Her **** rebelling was getting less and less likely.

The only bad part was... I wouldn't get to see all the humiliating things she had to go through...

Unless...

"Hey, I gotta leave now. But I will be back later today. I'm leaving all of you some important stuff to do. Gloria, you humiliate Reagan as much as you can. And I want you to exceed your normal self. Be the meanest little cunt I know you can be."

"Umm... okay?"

"And hey, you. Anna. You film the stuff she does. That should be your forte, right? Really put your arts degree on display, I want some excellent jacking-off material. And to review her performance, of course."

Both looked a bit intimidated... but Anna nodded.

"And... Lana. I'll be leaving you the most important job of all."

I dug into my backpack, and handed her the taser.

Yes, "the" taser. The very same taser Janice had once threatened me with.

I had to take that dangerous thing with me.

Lana, who was still covered in all sorts of fluid and looked like a used cumrag, eyed the weapon carefully.

I knew Reagan's gun was still here as well, but the taser made more sense to me. If the worst happened and Reagan managed to get free, I didn't want this place to turn into a crime scene.

I should really take that gun with me and get rid of it. But that was an operation in itself. I couldn't just take it into my bag and carry it around everywhere I went. No, I'd have to make a very precise plan about where to leave it. And I just wasn't into doing that right now.

"Do you know how to use that?"

Lana pressed the big, obvious trigger on the thing and it zapped. Then she nodded.

"This is an order, Lana. Use it on Reagan if she does anything, and I mean anything... she shouldn't do."

I gave Reagan a mean glare. She reciprocated.

With that, I was ready to switch scenes. None of my well-tamed bitches cared to challenge my words, and just silently stared as I headed for the exit.

I quickly flicked Gloria's anal plug with my finger, on the way out.

"EEEEK!" she screamed in surprise.

"Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about your little friend either. We'll return to it later."

Just as I was about to leave, a very important question struck me.

"Hey, Anna. ...So where exactly where you two supposed to meet?"

"The... The... Cafe M... on the 8th street... but Jack, she-"

"Yeah yeah. Don't worry your artsy little brain about it. I'll work my charms."

And with that... I closed the door behind me.

I hoped this was the right thing to do.

Making Gloria earn all those submission points for me... this kind of points-factory could be something I could do in the future as well. Making my bitches earn those for me.

Then again, I really really enjoyed being there when those points were achieved.

Reagan's case was a bit different, though. There was a time-limit to her submission. I had no idea what the limit was, but I sure as Hell didn't want to find out.

There was a small bag with clothes next to the basement door.

Ah, yes. Gloria's regular clothes.

Obviously it would have been stupid to make her wear that fetish suit all the way from her home to here.

Speaking of which...

Why did I want her to wear that outfit in the first place?

...

Oh yeah. I think I had an idea about giving her literal anal lessons as a teacher or something after Reagan had been dealt with.

Perhaps I didn't have time for that.

Perhaps I was cramming too much into one plate.

Just like she was cramming that big plug in her ass.

Damn. Now I wanted to go back there, and-

Fuck. I'm so horny again it's hard to think straight.

I need a clear head to get a good start with Anna-Marie's sister.

I needed a game plan.

Well, I had plenty of time to think up one as I drove to the place.

The Cafe M.

I wonder what the M stood for?

Perhaps that was the whole hipsterish point with the name. To make you think about it.

Well... I refuse. Fuck all words beginning with m.

I stepped inside.

She should be here by now.

I quickly scanned the place.

No... No cute adorable little-sisterish redheads anywhere...

There were only three other people here.

And only one of them was a redhead.

But she couldn't be-

...

Wait.

Didn't... Didn't Anna-Marie say that the picture was from... five years ago?

But why would she show-

Oh, right. Because I asked for the sexiest one.

So that would mean...

That right now, she could be...

Her?

Shit.