What the hell is this?

My meeting went OK. I imagine it would have gone better if I hadn't been so distracted by the weirdness of my encounter with Inez. But I got the contract (thank God!) and could rest easy for now, at least as far as work and money were concerned. As soon as I got home, reinstalled the Ultimate Dating App. Reinstalled isn't the right word. It was still there, just hiding. Son of a bitch, how did it do that? When I tried deleting it again, it just relocated to another spot on my phone. I couldn't uninstall the damn thing. Now it was starting to look like some sort of malware.

I opened it up. I had 8 matches. The same message for all of them. I read it a little more closely this time. “Congratulations, you captured Inez! She's yours to do with as you please. To contact Inez, use the messenger function of the app. Don't worry, even if the little minx refuses to open the app, we'll make sure she sees and is **** to read your message before she can do anything else on her phone. After all, she's yours now. Why should she get to decide what to do with her time? Be careful what you say (or write!) - she will have to obey whatever you tell her to do. It's a big responsibility, but we're sure you can handle it!”

If I hadn't seen Inez do what she did this morning, I would have just written this off as a pervert's game. And still, it might be something for women with an **** submission kink or who are looking to be humiliated. I thought such stories were mostly made up, but who knows? Maybe Inez gets off on being treated like an object. Those tears seemed real, though.

My baser instinct asserted itself, and I couldn't resist scrolling through more profiles, choosing another 20 or so women that seemed attractive or interesting. Then I turned off my phone and started thinking. What should my next step be? How can I test this thing?

I could just order Inez to come to my place and see how far I can **** her to go. See if I can make her break and admit that this is just a game.

Or I could get someone that I know wouldn't be into this and have her help me test it out. In that category, two names came to mind – Jade and Grace. Jade was – used to be – a friend? We had a falling out last year. We were still in touch but it wasn't like it used to be. Jade was only into other women, so if I could command her to even kiss me, I would know quickly whether or not this was real. And there was the bonus of the chance of a little **** on her for her part in our falling out.

Grace, on the other hand, was a good friend and nothing more. We had been friends since freshman year of college and were working in the same city. She was pretty, yes, but she was also taken. We had never crossed any lines physically, and judging by the two boyfriends she had been with since I'd known her, I wasn't her type. I was happy just being a friend that saw her once or twice a month. She was a pretty simple girl and wouldn't mess around and play games with me. If I tried the app on her, she would let me know what was really happening.