PINCH THEM! PLEASE PINCH THEM!

I chose B.

It might be the better choice for keeping Janice in line. And to earning those points.

Her negative score was still way too high. And I definitely didn’t make her more compliant by attacking her and her sister like this.

I watched the two writhing and moaning on the floor.

It was insanely hot.

Damn. These two sisters. Maybe if I just took my dick out and-

No. Calm down, little Jack.

That would be very bad for the long run.

I was already making them more scared of me. And if I did that too much, eventually they could betray me somehow. Michelle and Maddy could skip town and run away. Janice could sneak up behind me and crush my head.

I left the girls in the hallway, and sat down on Janice’s living room sofa.

I needed to think my strategy through here.

In a way, there was no going back to normal. This was an **** escalation.

But… Was that really true? Was it possible normalize things? Even a bit?

Maybe there was a way?

It took me ten minutes, but I thought of a fairly good game plan.

I just needed to calm things down.

As far as they knew, the worst things I did were a few spanks and few nipple-squeezes. The way their bodies reacted to that… they could only blame themselves for that.

I still wasn’t in a hurry to go to the office. And I definitely couldn’t leave them like this.

The moaning had died down long ago. I heard no movement from the hallway since.

It was probably a good time to go check on them.

Yup, still lying there. Both totally zonked out.

But breathing. That was the important part.

And the hallway was… to put it kindly… almost a puddle. Thank God I never took my shoes off, otherwise my socks would be getting real soggy in this mess.

Janice just stared at the ceiling. I was going to assume she didn’t even register me.

I lightly tapped Michelle’s shoulder. She immediately woke from her slumber, her body shooting up like a light bolt. She backed away from me.

“No, no… please… enough…” she whined exhaustedly.

“Relax. I promise you. I won’t do it again.”

She quickly retreated even more, hugging her body as her eyes twitched with suspicion.

“We need to talk. I mean we really do, don’t you think?” I asked in a soothing tone.

Her breathing was calming down a little bit, but she was still being extremely cautious around me.

“Here. I’ll help you up.”

I held out my hand for her to grip.

She just glared at it.

She decided to ignore it, and got up by herself, achieving balance with the help of the nearby wall.

Her dress suit was all wet. Some small droplets fell from it to the floor.

Most of it wasn’t her pussyjuice.

She turned to her sister, with worry and fear on her face.

“She’s fine. She just needs to rest some more. Here, I bet you are feeling parched after all that.”

I handed her a bottle of water that I had just snatched from Janice’s fridge.

She didn’t refuse it.

It took a while, but finally Michelle was sitting across from me.

She had to limp her way to the couch.

Her face was a mixture of fear and anger.

I think this was the quietest she had ever been.

She was waiting for me to start.

So I did.

“Okay. First of all. I apologize for shooting that video I just did. Really. I guarantee you that nobody else will ever see it. And I would never ever publish it, obviously. I mean why would I? It makes me look really bad. It’s just, you know, sometimes things could get out of hand. And the next thing you know lawyers are involved. So that’s why the video exists. To make sure there’s no lawyers. Okay?”

She didn’t say anything, but her face scrunched up, looking a lot angrier now.

“And Janice… I didn’t want to involve her in any of this, okay? She just attacked me. I did the only thing I could to defend myself, and grabbed her nipples.” The disgust on Michelle’s face just grew. “I had no idea that was her nipples were so… sensitive. That she would actually enjoy it. And enjoy it that much. Honestly.”

That was a lie though. Janice didn’t start the attack. But I think Michelle was still in the grips of her first orgasm, so she probably didn’t see that.

“Don’t talk about my sister like that, asshole,” Michelle said. With a quiet voice.

Perhaps her vocal chords took a small hit from all that orgasmic shouting?

Or… She knew I was right, and was ashamed of her sister? I mean nobody could deny the fact that she came like a nymphomaniac right there. From just a squeeze.

“But we need to talk about you, Michelle. No, we need to talk about us.”

“About what?” she was just about holding in her anger.

“The thing about Saturday was… Sorry. I loved the idea that you were my wife again. So much, that… I lost all control of myself.”

“You… Think- You think that’s an excuse!?” Now she was shouting.

“No. But… You got into it as well. Don’t deny that. Like, way, way, way more than me.”

This time Michelle was quiet. She couldn’t refute that.

“I almost thought as crazy as that was, it was just a one-time thing. But… It happened again. Just now. I made you cum three times. All in all, I have made you cum eleven times in the last few days.”

Michelle couldn’t look into my eyes.

“I think that’s more than our whole marriage combined.”

“What? I… Came plenty…. Of times then!”

“Oh come on. At least 90 percent of those were fake. I could tell.”

“…fine. They were. So what?”

Ouch. I always suspected that, but to hear her admit it… It still hurt.

“So. What changed? Do you… have feelings for me… now?”

“NO! No! No! No! I don’t know! Fuck you! Fuck! I have no idea why my body… does this! It makes no sense! And don’t you think I’ve been trying to figure out why? What have you done to me? Did you **** me?”

“At what exact point could I have **** you? And do you know of any **** that would work like this?”

“Urgh! It’s… I’ve been a goddamn mess ever since you came over like two weeks ago! And I don’t know why! Me and Maddy… I don’t know why things changed! I mean all of a sudden I’m really- And I need you to forgive me for how shitty I was! I really do! Maybe that has somehow messed up my psyche? I don’t know!!!”

“…Maybe it’s just the spanking? I mean I never did that before…”

“No it’s not! I tested with Mad-“ she quieted. She realized she divulging too much information.

I wonder how roughly she asked Maddy to spank her? And with what instrument?

“In any case that’s not it! Look, I-“

Michelle swallowed, and slid of her seat. She was on her knees in front of me.

“Just forgive me, okay? I think… my mind and body… will be fixed if you forgive me. Please? Let’s move on? Please forgive me?”

Alright.

She was on her knees, in front of me.

Begging.

I could…

No, Jack. Think of the gameplan. She’s ****.

You can make this a lot sweeter.

Make her work for it.

I leaned down. “Well, the truth is, I did come up with a way to finally forgive you. Seriously. And for good. After that, we can all forget about your betrayal.”

Her eyes lit up. “Wh-What is it?”

“Well, considering you were such a crappy wife, and believe me, you were, you’re going to make it up to me. This weekend you are going to be the perfect wife. You will clean my apartment, make my dinner, do the laundries… You know, all those things you always refused to do.”

She recoiled from the thought. “What, like some 50’s housewife fantasy?”

I smiled, and patted her head. “Exactly, dear. You’ll bring me my slippers and be a happy, compliant little woman in the kitchen. Okay?”

I could see the gears turning in her head. There was one inevitable question still hanging in the air.

“But- What about…”

“You are going to do everything you can to please me. Only then will I forgive you.”

Better leave that issue vague. I wanted to see what she would do with it.

Her head slumped down.

This was a biggie. She could still turn this down.

If she did, all I needed to do was suggest that it wouldn’t be very nice if Maddy saw the video I just shot.

But apparently that wasn’t necessary.

Michelle lifted her head.

“If I agree to this, you can’t refuse anymore, okay? You can’t say that after that weekend I didn’t do things correctly so now you won’t forgive me. You have to promise me that you will. Right now.”

“I promise you. If you please me… like a proper housewife… I’ll forgive you.”

The condition was still there. And Michelle knew it.

She sighed.

“So, Saturday, Sunday?”

“No. Friday-night, whole Saturday, whole Sunday.”

She sighed again.

“O…. Okay.” (MICHELLE: +10SP) (+39SP)

“No. Say ‘okay, dear’. With a big smile.”

I just couldn’t help myself. If I had a chance to humiliate her further, I wanted to do it.

Watching her try to **** a smile on her face was painful. But delicious.

“Okay, dear,” she managed a smile, while also trying to sound soft and sweet. (MICHELLE: +3SP) (+42SP) Practically got my dick jumping.

But no. Not now.

This weekend. Definitely.

And it was going to feel SO GOOD.

I quickly got up. If stayed there for one minute longer, I was going to spray white hot cum all over the living room.

There was one more threat to neutralize.

Janice was still lying the hallway. The same spot, but she had managed to turn to her side. A notable improvement.

I grabbed her hair. She made a small grunt, but no more than that.

It took a few seconds, but her eyes finally focused on me.

And the hate also.

I had to whisper, since Michelle was still in the living room.

“Hey, if you ever want me to pinch these again…” I flicked one of her nipples through the shirt. She flinched hard, and let out a short, high-pitched moan. She had to bite her lip to end it. “Just call me, okay? I’m sure we can make a deal.”

She breathed angrily at me. Hopefully the trait was already setting in.

But I couldn’t be satisfied with that alone.

I leaned in closer to her ear.

“Also, any time someone says the word ‘Jack’… You will cum. Anytime you see a picture of me… You will cum. And if you ever try to tell anybody about this… You will cum eight times in a row. Don’t try it okay, I don’t think your body will be able to handle it.”

“You…. Little… fuck…”

“I’ve always fucking hated you, Janice,” I whispered, with my lips practically touching her ear.

Michelle limped to the hallway.

“…Jack?” she asked.