Back to Maddy

I could tell that Lana was already soaking wet by the time I was about to exit my apartment. Her face was flushed, and she slowly rubbed her titties against bars of her new cell.

”Mas-master,” she called out to me. “Wh-What about… bathroom?”

“Oh yeah. I’m thinking you can improvise. You’ve got two bowls there, you can use either one of them after they’re empty. At least for number 1. For number 2… You’re just gonna have to wait.”

I’m not sure she was too pleased with that answer, but I was long gone before she had any courage to offer alternatives.

I wasn’t heading to work. At this point, it literally didn’t matter when I was at the office. There wasn’t anybody to complain about missing work time or articles. I still made Lana write my stuff, because, well… why not?

I was driving to Maddy and Michelle’s house now. The operation that was going to happen tonight would be critical. And Maddy needed to play her part.

The way I saw it… There was one fairly good way to make this work. One way to get Hayley in line. It wasn’t perfect, but it had simpleness to it that… Well, I could see it working. Perhaps I could even have fun with it.

RRRIIIIINNGGGG!

All of a sudden, my phone started ringing. Oh, wait. Holy shit.

A thought just occurred to me.

I was so busy having fun with the ginger sluts this morning that I didn’t even bother checking my phone. There was still that whole situation with Gloria. Could she be calling me now?

Nope. No such luck. Still not her.

It was… Bonnie?

One of the redheaded models from the photoshoot? The quiet one? Why on Earth would she…

“Hello?” I picked up the call anyway.

…

The other end of the line was silent.

What the fuck was going on here?

“Hello? Bonnie?”

…

Still. Complete silence.

Did she accidentally butt dial me? Or…

Wait, didn’t I just give her another trait? Yeah, I did…

Yeah, “THE CARETAKER”-trait… it was supposed to increase her introvertedness and raise her co-dependency for me…

The trait almost made it sound like she needed my help to survive.

…Could that have something to do with this?

“Bonnie, are you there? If you are, just say a word. Any single word will do.”

“…………………yes.”

Alright. It wasn’t a butt dial.

So… What was I going to do with this?

Could I just… exploit it to the maximum?

I mean why not? She was one of the three models that I only planned to have fun with that one time only. If I overexerted myself here and lost her… I could live with that.

“Here’s the deal, bonniekins. You need me, don’t ya?”

No answer. Just breathing,

“I’ll send you my address. Come there. Any evening will do. But know this. When you do, you’ll be leaving your old life behind. I’ll turn you into my living, breathing sex doll. I’ll turn you into a thing. An object used by only me. And for that… I’ll take care of you. Forever. You’ll live a life dedicated to pleasing me. You don’t need to worry about money, food, work… this is it. You’re set. So. How about it?”

There was only a small cough and some weirdly paced breathing from the other end of the line.

And then… She hung up.

I had no idea if any of that stuff worked on her. But hey, that was about the amount of effort I was willing to waste on her. If not… I wouldn’t miss it. If yes… Well, that would be the ultimate surrender, wouldn’t it? I’d get to do whatever I wanted with her.

Maybe there’d be a knock on my door one evening. That would be seriously cool.

It was just too bad that wasn’t Glo- No wait! I forgot to check my messages as well! And it seemed like I had a new one…

Fuck yeah! Finally! A message from Gloria!

“Meet me in the basement at 1 PM.”

…Good, right?

It was a start anyway. She was giving me a chance to fix things.

Oh. I’d fix them alright. I’d make sure this was the last goddamn order she’d ever gave me.

…But why should I obey even this one? Should I push it? Suggest some other meeting place?

Maybe this was a trap? Lord knows she had already built me one before.

…yeah. At this point… I wasn’t in a hurry to meet her. I didn’t have to play by her rules. She surrendered the moment she sent that message to me.

But fuck. I would have suggested basement myself. It was the best place to meet in secret.

There was only one other suitable candidate.

“No. Gretchen’s office. 1 PM.”

That was probably the second safest spot. And… Having Gretchen there could be useful in other ways too…

I got back to driving. Just as I reached my ex-wife’s house, my phone pinged again.

“Won’t she be there? ☹”

Oh yeah. Gloria was nearly ready to obey me again.

“Yes.”

I got out of the car. The phone pinged again.

“I need to talk in private with you :(”

“It’s where I’m going to be at 1 PM. If you’re not there… I’ll remember it.”

I barely took two steps towards the house before my phone pinged again.

“I’M THE ONE THAT’S GIVING YOU A CHANCE HERE!!!”

She was getting overly emotional again. No need to answer any more of her messages, I already gave her her orders. And as the messages kept pinging one after another in my phone… I’d say it was nearly a 100 percent guarantee I’d see her in Gretchen’s office later today.

I rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Maddy opened the door.

Her expression was a mixture of sadness and anger. Which was to be expected.

“Come in,” she said coldly.

This time, we just sat around the kitchen table. She brewed us a couple of cups of hot java, and there were some other assorted breads on the table as well.

I couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing.

“So, um… Where’s Michelle?”

Maddy sighed, and stopped stirring her coffee.

“Honestly. I don’t know where to even start.”

“Why don’t you pick up from where I left.”

She gave me a mean sideway glance.

“Oh, that time you psychopathically made me jerk you on Michelle’s face?”

“It was a prank, Maddy. An epic prank.”

“Oh fuck you. That’s no excuse for it. I mean come on.”

“Hey, it didn’t hurt anyone! And it looked like it was a real treat for you too.”

Maddy blushed as, I’m sure, the memory of her writhing on the floor with my cum in her mouth came back to her.

“But what happened after I left then?” I continued.

Maddy just sighed again.

“Oh no. Did Michelle wake up with my cum on her face?” I asked worriedly.

“No, no! I got it all—off,” she quickly retorted.

There was hesitation there. She didn’t disclose what method she had used to get the cum off. But then again, the answer seemed fairly obvious to me anyway.

“It was after she woke up… She was a bit disoriented. I asked her about the, quote, ‘very heartfelt conversation’, you two apparently had. And she…”

“What?”

“She just got all weird and kept stuttering and blushing while trying to form at least one comprehensible sentence. So… What actually happened between you two?” she asked me accusingly.

“What, are you calling me a liar? I told you. We had a very good conversation. I don’t know why she got so tongue-tied. Maybe…”

“What?”

“Maybe it was just so… special to her, that it wasn’t easy to share?”

I think my lying was starting to become pathological at this point. Then again, I was getting better at it all the time.

She kept giving me a mean look. “In any case, she wouldn’t divulge what happened. No matter how many times I asked. So, eventually… It was a big fight. We needed a break from each other.”

Oh, wow. “Where is she now?”

“She’s been at Janice’s since yesterday.”

Wait… Janice?

Was she going to spill the beans to Janice? That I made her cum like eight times in a row? I mean I understood why Michelle would never want to tell that to Maddy, but maybe her sister…

That could lead to all kinds of new complications. I better visit Janice after this.

“But, actually, maybe… It’s better like this anyway,” she spoke softly.

“Why?”

“Well, the truth is…” she nearly whispered as she slowly moved her chair closer to mine.

Wait, what was this? Her expression had changed from anger to lust in just a few moments.

Now her leg was touching mine… And she leaned onto my body…

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. What is going on.

Her lips were almost touching my left ear now.

I could feel her practically breathing.

Every soft breath coming out the mouth of my forever-crush was getting my dick to stand up harder.

The moment felt like it lasted an eternity. I was afraid to move an inch.

“Maybe…” she finally whispered. So quietly that I could hear every movement of her tongue as she formed that word…

Her hand was going to my zipper.

This was really happening. And she was doing this of her own volition.

Why now?

“I…” another word nestled into my ear.

She pulled down the zipper. So, so slowly…

“Always…” she whispered.

This was getting me super hard.

Which was visibly confirmed as she fished my dick out of my pants. It stood in absolute attention.

“Wanted…” I could practically hear the saliva move in her mouth…

Slowly, she took a soft grip of my cock, and slowly began jerking my it up and down…

In her warm, womanly fist…

What she was doing to my ear… Now she was practically nibbling at it…

Her flowery smell… her tender touch… filled all my senses…

She was giving me handjob… Without me even ordering her to…

Was she… really… going to say…. What I always… wanted to hear?

She licked my ear. Her hand polished my meat up and down. Her bouncy breasts resting against my shoulder squeezed in ever-so tighter…

This was like one of my childhood spank bank fantasies come true.

It was hopeless. All of this had been building inside my since high school. I came like a volcano, spurting fresh cum all over the table, her hand and my pants.

“To prank you… epically…” she finished her whisper.