In Control

I couldn’t quite believe what had just come out of my mouth.

It didn’t even sound like me.

For a moment, I wondered if the app had taken over somehow—if I was being controlled.

No. That was bullshit. It was still me.

I’d wanted to say it.

It just… slipped out from somewhere deep inside.

Something that had been simmering for years finally boiled over. Right here, in this warped little pocket of reality where I knew I could get away with it.

Jennifer cycled through about five different emotions in two seconds. Confusion, anger, disbelief… amusement.

Finally, she landed on a smirk. A sly, knowing one.

“Oh yeah? And who’s gonna make me?”

Her tone wasn’t hostile.

It wasn’t even challenging.

It was teasing.

Was she flirting again?

After all that chaos... after hurling eggs across the damn store... was she seriously about to play along with this?

Then again… her corruption stat was pretty high. According to the app, she liked teasing me.

Maybe this was just part of it. The app bending reality, bending her.

Screw it.

I wasn’t going to overthink this anymore.

“I guess… I am,” I said, trying—and failing—to sound confident.

She laughed. Sharp, mocking, musical.

Then she stepped closer.

She was taller than me. Half a head, at least... and the faint scent of her shampoo hit me.

Something crisp and floral. Like a meadow after rain.

Her black-polished nail pressed against my chest, just enough to make my heartbeat stutter.

“You guess?” she echoed, her voice challenging me with its mocking tone. “Well, in that case, I guess I’ll just wipe this floor with your face. I think I’d prefer that option.”

For one incredibly stupid second, I actually considered agreeing.

Just to see what would happen.

Because if I submitted to her—if I lost—there’s no way the event could succeed… right?

But then a thought hit me.

If I gave in... if I let her turn this around... what if the meaning of that “Obedience” stat flipped?

What if it stopped tracking her submission to me, and started tracking mine... to her?

No.

No fucking way.

I didn’t understand much about myself, but I knew one thing for sure:

I was done being somebody else’s bitch.

The world had already made me kneel enough times. I wasn’t doing it again.

I reached out and grabbed Jennifer’s wrist.

She gasped—softly—but didn’t pull away.

Something flickered in her eyes. Not fear. Not anger.

Interest.

She was daring me. Goading me on.

This was what she wanted.

Maybe not a month ago, but after all the “training,” she was ready for it.

No reason to hold back now.

“Clean. The. Floor.”

I said it slowly, each word landing like a hammer.

I let go of her wrist. She rubbed it, sulking, pouting… but it felt like an act.

From someone pretending not to enjoy being handled.

She didn’t insult me. Didn’t walk away.

“Get on the floor. Now. Before I…” My mind blanked for a proper threat. “…Before I call your manager.”

Yeah. Not exactly a dominant line.

But whatever. It fit the stupid little story we were already playing.

She looked me up and down.

Her eyes said it all—she wanted to submit, but couldn’t quite stomach the idea of submitting to someone like… me.

It was a standoff.

Two broken egos circling each other, waiting for someone to blink.

So I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and stared at the blank screen like I was about to make the call.

I didn’t even know who her boss was.

Jakey?

And what was Jakey’s number?

Thankfully, it didn’t end up mattering.

“Okay, fine! Fine!” she hissed. “Put that away.”

And just like that... I’d won.

She snatched a rag from behind the counter and dropped to her knees.

Then down further... on all fours.

In front of the smear of yolk she’d made, Jennifer started wiping the floor.

Her hair fell forward, shoulders tense, her ass arched perfectly toward me.

I just stood there, trying to remember how to breathe.

She didn't have to pick that particular position. It’s like her buttocks were adjusted perfectly to target my eyes.

That long black shirt of hers was riding dangerously high, as she began scrubbing away. I could almost sneak a look inside there... Black? Right? Her panties were black. I'm sure I saw them!

And the jiggling… Jesus Christ. As the girl began really moving her body up and down the floor, her ass swaying from side to side... I was starting to get painfully hard.

She peeked behind her shoulders, as if to smirk at the dirty thoughts she knew her perfect body was giving me.

“Still not happy, sir?”, she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You want something more… for you spank bank?”

And then…

Then she lifted the hem of her long black shirt.

All the way above her ass.

All of it.

All of it was now visible.

Her black, lacy panties… That pale skin pressing through the web of her stockings…

And then it began moving again.

Scrubbing at that stubborn smear of egg like it would never leave.

Was the stain even there anymore?

Who cared.

What I saw in front of me hypnotized me completely.

This… This was a mixture of her current levels of obedience of corruption. Nothing else could explain it.

Only her words broke my reverie.

“Now go beat your dick at home, freak.”

I was just about to do that.

This was surely a victory.

I had demanded a major thing from her… and she had submitted.

But, as I walked past her…

I knew I wanted more.

And I somehow felt safe enough to try it.

To try something I could never ever do. Not in a million lifetimes, not if given the exact same situation.

But now… Now it felt like I was playing a video game.

And there was no true penalty for failing.

Right?

“Apologize first,” I suddenly demanded, my voice sounding more powerful than it ever had.

She just laughed.

“Fuck off already, dude. You better not push your luc-“

She never did quite finish that last word.

SLAP!

Not before my hand came down, giving her ass a big, meaty slap.

It was like my hand had just developed a will of its own.

And it had evil desires.

I saw it move... but couldn't... wouldn't... stop it.

Her ass… The way it jiggled as that slap landed on it… The moment was so tense, it felt like I could see every ripple in slow motion.

It was so... beautiful.

Her head shot up in a shock.

“OUCH! What the actual fuck?!”

I was doing this. This was actually happening.

Her spanked cheek was already reddening, as she desperately tried rubbing it better.

No porn game had ever prepared me for how sexy a spanked ass looked in real life.

I couldn’t back down now.

“Apologize to me.”

“You fucking freak! How dare you-“

SLAP!

Another cheek.

My hand was on automation.

It had had enough.

It wouldn’t accept any backtalk from the bitch.

She yelped again. Not as loud this time, though.

I talked before she could.

“Apologize… for being such a bitch.”

Something glittered in her eyes.

It was indignation, anger, and… something else.

She re-evaluating me. On a massive level.

Jennifer wanted to complain. Call me a freak again. Throw me out of the store.

But she bit it down.

Kept in her throat.

She could have gotten up. At any point. It wasn’t like I was holding her down.

But there she laid. With her ass in the air, at my mercy.

I lifted my arm in the air, threatening her by allowing it do my dirty work again.

She shook her head in a panic, looking less like the angry woman she was a few minutes ago, and more like a feeble little **** girl.

I let my arm fall, giving her enough space for the words to climb out of her mouth voluntarily.

“I’m sorry… For… Being such a bitch.”

She couldn’t quite meet my eyes, but her breathing was ragged.

She was clearly in a state of great upheaval. Her eyes were moist. Something, something she wasn’t quite aware of until this point… was coming to the surface.

Quite literally.

I could see a damp patch forming over her panties.

“…sir,” she finally added, quiet as a whisper.

I considered continueing.

I could test the limits of the app. The limits of these events.

What would happen… if I just pulled those panties down… And…

...

No.

Doing this much was already exerting me to my core.

A scenario like this had been beyond my wildest dreams a month ago… And until now, I wouldn’t have even guessed how much I… loved it.

…Loved it? No, let’s not… Go crazy.

But there she was at. At my mercy, obedient and horny.

If I went further though? There had to be a limit how much you can do in these first heart-events, right?

What if I went so far, that the app decided my actions were “illegal” or something, and the uninstalled itself?

Anything about the app was possible.

Had been so far.

No. I needed to play along. At least until I was on firmer ground.

With my draining willpower, I somehow lifted my eyes off the heaping flesh of goth fuckmeat, and marched awkwardly towards the exit.

But, before doing that, I had the good sense of picking up a replacement carton of eggs.

And another one too.

“I’m… I’m taking this as a complimentary, item. You know. For the, the mental… the mental distress.”

I couldn’t look at her anymore, so I spoke with my back to her.

She didn’t answer. Just kept breathing like she loved oxygen.

With that… I left the store.

...Leaving all my other shoppings there.

Just walking out with a two cartons of eggs.

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OBEDIENCE 1 EVENT COMPLETED!

Jennifer is now more interested in maledom, and submitting especially to you.

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New Actions unlocked!

Read maledom/BDSM erotica (+10 OBEDIENCE, +2 STRESS) / E N

Wear a risque collar (+8 OBEDIENCE, +6 CORRUPTION, +4 STRESS) / D E

Masturbate while spanking own ass (+7 OBEDIENCE, +7 LOVE, +5 STRESS) / N

Clean store on all fours (+12 CORRUPTION, +5 STRESS) / D

Work at Jakey’s (Extra hard) (4$, +3 STRESS) / D

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Eight actions per week now available for Jennifer!

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Alright. Good enough stuff for…

Wait, what’s this?

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Harem introduction events now available for Jennifer Whatley!

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Harem… introduction events?

What the fuck are those?

I searched through Jennifer’s possible actions… and sure enough, there was an action called… “Introduction: Jennifer & Sandy”.

But…

Sandy’s name was greyed out.

Yeah, it didn’t take a genius to guess why.

Sandy wasn’t still available for “introduction events”, what ever the fuck that meant.

Apparently you needed a heart in all three stats to get that.

Or… Was it any three hearts to unlock it?

…

It didn’t matter, since I wasn’t going to use this on Sandy.

But… I had been considering whether it was time to give up on Jennifer and just move on to the person who could actually be my true love…

…

I slumped onto my bed.

My heart was still beating so fast from the display of dominance.

For the first time in a long time… I felt like I was in control. Which, in this world, was a goddamn luxury. Something a part of me had already given up on.

All my thoughts were a jumbled mess of lust, desire and… nervous excitement.

I really, really didn’t know what to do next.

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