CHICKEN! BAWK BAWK! & NO, DADDY, NOT AGAIN! (Upgrade, Level 1: OPPRESSED, FOR REAL.)

Alright. This was lots of decisions all at once. I should probably start with the new traits.

For Reagan, I decided on Route B. Easy way to coax her to do anything? Sign me up for that.

I guess you could also make an argument that I wouldn’t need it, since I had that **** evidence. With that, I could practically make her do anything.

Well, yeah, but it was also a surefire way to make her hate my guts in the long run. And probably even try to stop me. With this, I could make her think that whatever I was pressuring her to do, was her own decision. At least partly.

For Gloria, I pondered the choices for a while.

Did I want her to desire spankings from Maria? Would that become an inconvenience or an asset to me?

…Probably an inconvenience, right? No way Maria would actually spank her fully grown daughter. She could grow really suspicious of Gloria’s new behavior.

Besides… When that day does actually happen… When Maria spanks Gloria again… I guess it would be more fun if neither of them are into it.

When I order them to do it.

Oh yes. It would happen. One day.

So for now, I’ll take Route A with Gloria. She’s going to regress every time I spank her. Sounds kinky.

Although the trait was a little vague about something. Would she call me her daddy, or her mommy, when I spank her? In her childhood, the spanking was done by her mother. I don’t how well she even knew her actual father.

Well, I’ll enjoy finding out which one it is. If she does see me as her mother, that gives a lot of interesting possibilities as well…

Now the tricky one. The experimental update. The upgrade.

I had around twenty traits to choose from.

It made no sense to save these points. If I could only upgrade once per day, I would have more than plenty points left over. Thinking logically, I should only think about conserving these points when there were less than 300 left. Otherwise, all upgrades were available.

I took a long, hard look at my list.

Yeah, sure, the decision was tough because I had no idea what the upgrade would actually do to each trait.

It was like the app was just asking me to trust my guts.

Maybe Maria? Maybe Michelle? Maybe Gloria?

…

You know what trait I really liked?

Ulla’s OPPRESSED FOR REAL.

Making the tough feminist realize she lived in a world dominated by men. That it was hopeless for women to gain true independence.

What would that look like upgraded?

Yeah, sure, from a tactical point of view it made little sense to upgrade this particular trait. Ulla wasn’t one of my biggest threats.

But from the point of view of just, you know, pure fun?

…

Fuck it. I upgraded her trait. Let it serve as a test, if nothing else. It might be better if I don’t immediately tinker with Maria’s traits, for example.

The app made a beautiful-sounding ding. Then new text appeared below the trait.

OPPRESSED, FOR REAL

The subject will be unable the tell anyone else what the user does to them. Be it sexual, bad or oppressive in nature, the subject cannot repeat it to anyone else. They will rationalize this with two reasons: 1. It's too embarrassing for them to tell, 2. They fully believe to live in a patriarchy, where if they tattle on you, nobody will take any action and they themselves will be penalized for telling on you.

L1 Upgrade: In addition to the previous paragraph, the subject will also start believing that men are better at everything compared to women. It might not be something they want to admit out loud, but deep inside they will start believing this. Most likely the subject will be in denial about this first, but comes to accept it over time.

Hey, not bad! This does seem like significant upgrade. Something that would truly fuck with Ulla’s head. Man, I can’t wait to have fun with this one.

I was already planning on fun ways to use this one, until I was interrupted.

A text message from Gloria.

Just seeing her name made me almost see red again.

But I had to read what it was about.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me? :)”

Oh well. A smiley. That should fix everything.

I didn’t dignify that with an answer, and got back to my planning.

Ten minutes later, she texted me again.

“It was stupid of me. Please forgive me, sir. :(”

Sir? Now she was at least getting to the right attitude.

It still didn’t deserve my reply.

Another ten minutes later, another text.

“Please answer me, sir. I feel bad. And I still hurt. I mean, just look at my red little ass. :(”

She actually sent me a picture of her spanked ass?

I should answer her. This was getting a little bit dangerous.

“If you ever want me to forgive you, you’ll hide that ass and never even let your mother get an inkling of what happened to you. Got it?”

She answered almost immediately.

“Yes sir! :)”

She was already writing another message.

“But what should I tell my mom? You know, she ordered me to break up with you. What should I say?”

Oh fuck. I forgot about that part. I was so overtaken by emotions. And that question was really integral.

What’s the best option? What if I ordered Gloria to tell her that she’s now in love with me too? How would that work?

…Really badly. If Gloria did that, Maria would do everything in her power to keep Gloria as far away from me as possible.

Let’s think about this. What did Maria know about our date, exactly? Well, she probably heard the conversation in limo… And she also knows I didn’t ride back with Gloria from the restaurant.

There was one story that fit all. One that could be the most useful for my future plans with Maria and Gloria.

I texted Gloria. “Tell her that you broke up with me. I got so upset I left the restaurant in a huff.”

After a few silent minutes, she wrote back.

“…We, didn’t really, broke up, did we? :(”

“Of course not. From now on it’s just a secret from her.”

“Haha! Sneaky ;D”

Was she going to put a smiley on every text message?

That wasn’t all, though. If Maria heard our conversation in the limo about me wanting to train Gloria…

I texted her again. “If Maria asks anything about my suggestion to train you, just tell her you declined.”

“But secretly… not, right? ;D”

“No. You did. I need to talk it over with Maria first.”

I actually saw that as a possibility. I could make Maria agree that I could train Gloria to be a professional. And to make Maria agree… it was another chance to earn points.

“Okay. But hey, seriously, who was that extra guy in the bathroom? Pretty please, just tell me :o I wanna know!”

So, she had already decided that it was a guy. Fine.

I’d show her the actual video someday. But not right now.

I stopped answering her text messages there. She did try a couple of more times to get me to continue, but it was a futile effort.

The good thing was that she was clearly getting more addicted to me and wanted to please me. Just the fact that she had to ask me about what to tell her mother, told me that it was harder for her to make independent decisions.

But, no matter how many times she texted me, I was putting her on the backburner for now. I had other women to deal with first.

I texted Anna-Marie as well. Right now, her camera was chock full of incriminating photos of me. I let her know that we would be going over the material on Monday. My guess was that about 95 percent of those photos should never to see the light of day, and only a fraction of them should get published.

I would definitely copy all of them to my personal archives, but destroy the original ones.

Oh yes. I was still planning to get this insanely edgy photoshoot published in our fashion magazine. That was my plan for next week, and the rollout needed to be extra well planned. I needed a lot of willing participants to make that happen.

Anna-Marie texted me back.

“Jack. Today was insane. I know it was for art, but… You fucked me. You actually fucked me. Shouldn’t we talk about this?”

“Why? You want to fuck again?”, I texted.

“No! This just feels so weird! Doesn’t it feel weird to you?”

“No, I love fucking. Just ask me nicely and I’ll stick my big cock in your red pussy again.”

She didn’t answer for a while. When she did, it was just an angry emoji.

I wonder if she tried to text me something meaner, but couldn’t? I mean I had driven her submission score really high by now, it was in the sixties. She probably wasn’t even able to talk back to me more tougher than an emoji.

After a couple of more minutes, she texted me again.

“Also. I can’t change my clothing. Please. Can I wear something else?”

Right, her clothing lock. This was interesting.

“Perhaps. I don’t know about my options. Send me pictures of every single piece of your clothing. Jackets, shoes, shirts, bras, panties. I’ll decide then.”

It was quiet for a while. Understandable. A very invasive thing to ask someone to do. But did she have a choice here? Definitely not.

Fairly soon the pictures started rolling in (ANNA-MARIE: +1SP) (+70SP). It was a true catalogue of every single piece of clothing she had in her possession.

It wasn’t anything special. Anything surprising. She had boring shirts, pants and jackets. Her underwear were plain, some of them lacy. The same can be said about her bras.

Was this truly everything she had?

She could have easily left out the more risqué ones.

Although, did that really matter? It’s not like her actual wardrobe was my limit.

I opened up my internet explorer.

I wanted her to wear something more revealing. Something embarrassing. But not so crazy that Maria and the likes caught wind of something suspicious going on. Hell, if I wanted Anna-Marie to come to work in only microbikinis, I could have. But alas, it was not the time for that yet.

I finally found what I was looking for. I sent the link to the picture and store to Anna-Marie.

“Either your clothes are really boring, Anna, or your not telling me everything. As a punishment, here’s what you’ll be wearing next week.”

That’s what she gets for playing coy.

I didn’t have to wait long for a response.

“I can’t wear that! Not to office!”

“Sure you can. Just tell everybody it’s a fashion statement. Also, you should hurry up and get it. After 24 hours, it’ll be the only thing I allow you to wear.”

“Please Jack, no! That’s so skanky! You’re right, I was hiding some stuff, can I show them to you?”

“Too late. Maybe next time.”

Despite that, she did send me pics of every naughty thing she owned. It wasn’t enough to change my mind, but it was something I could play around with in the future. It’s a good thing she willingly kept digging herself deeper.

I didn’t answer her pleas after that. The only thing that was on my mind was seeing her in that outfit on Monday, careful not to bend or move too much for the fear of exposing more of her curves. And the squeaky, rubbery sounds she had to make while turning and walking around…

I actually fell asleep thinking about that.

I woke up to my alarm bell.

God damned.

It was Saturday, and I still had to wake up this early.

Well, as I guessed, my phone was already full of reminding messages from Janice that if I don’t make it on time to the gym today, the deal is off.

I guess this had to happen.

But I could still make it fun.

I ordered Gretchen to be my driver for the day. We’d sure have a lot of fun together.