Respect the Man

The rage disappeared from their faces.

It was replaced by sudden, almost earth-shattering confusion.

I could see the blonde trying to form words, but whatever she was about to say, it only came out as a small, **** whine. She grabbed the sides of her head and closed her eyes. It was like she was trying to physically adjust the new information that was doing damage inside her head.

The brunette’s reaction was more comical. It was like her head just emptied. All the information she had collected throughout the years just disappeared, and she was left with this blank stare and mouth hanging open. Her gaze shifted between all three of us, like a drone… Was she even on planet Earth anymore?

Was this really so hard? Coming to terms with the fact that they should show men proper respect? I mean what if I…

Wait…

Why did I need to be so shy about this?

Why did I limit this only to “respect”?

Ulla’s skill had to do with preaching male supremacy. There were lots more I could do with it. I just had to be inventive about it.

I wanted to try something more effective.

“Ulla, same deal, another question. Answer ‘yes’ and you’ll get another point. All women are so inferior to men, that they are legally bound to obey them, right?”

…If this worked, nothing could stop me anymore.

Ulla rolled her eyes. This whole conversation was so disturbing for her, that she seemed to have forgotten everything about being pleasing me and smiling more. So with an annoyed expression, she said “Yes, boss. Sure.”

…There was no clear impact on the feminists’ faces this time. Then again, both of them were still coming to terms with the new reality I had implanted into them a minute ago.

But… the blonde had already opened her eyes and it looked like the brunette was getting conscious again…

I had to try this straight away.

“Hey. Both of you. Get naked and roll on the ground. Now.”

They had enough sense to realize that what I said just now was completely crazy. Both of them gasped, and even Ulla was so weirded out she took a step back.

“What? N-no!” the brunette cried out.

Not as violently as she had done earlier, however. No curse words or anything like that.

“You have to obey me. I’m a man and you are women. If you don’t obey me… I can call the police and have you two arrested.”

“What?! What are you t-talking about? Are you f- are you, like, c-crazy or something?” the blonde reacted.

Interesting.

First of all, I had to note that the blonde clearly considered calling me worse names than just “crazy”, but held back for some reason. Was she afraid… to actually disrespect me now?

Also… All three of them looked at me like I was a lunatic.

None of them had any fear about getting arrested.

So… It seemed like the second “yes” from Ulla didn’t have any impact on them.

I still didn’t quite understand all the rules to this.

Why didn’t it work this time?

Was it because… I asked Ulla to say “yes”? Because I didn’t give her a choice?

Did it have something to do with my wording?

But then again, when Ulla said the falsehood that “men control all social medias”, it sank in. So saying that women are legally bound to obey men… That should fall into the same category, right? Both had to do with male superiority over women…

…

Wait… There was one factor that was missing with this latest demand.

Ulla didn’t actually believe that this one was true.

Was that the key factor?

She couldn’t preach about something she didn’t believe in?

The app’s instructions didn’t specify anything like that, so I could still be interpreting this wrong… I’d have to do more tests.

At some point.

Right now, though… I was too anxious to teach these ladies some manners.

They were still pouting about my latest comment.

“Relax. It was just a joke. Then again… If it went over your heads, that’s just because you’re… you know… women. You have to have high IQ to appreciate humor made by men.”

“Hey!” the brunette shouted, sounding offended.

“What? I’m just telling the truth.”

“Yeah but… You don’t have to be mean about it…” the blonde muttered.

Oh man.

She had already accepted it.

No. All these three women… Had accepted it.

They could try to deny it, but they knew it was true.

They were inferior to me. They were less intelligent than me.

It was time to enjoy this.

I grabbed the brunette’s “Feminist! Feminist! Feminist! Feminist!” T-Shirt, pinching it between my fingers.

“Hey!” she cried once more.

I pulled on the shirt so hard, she nearly crashed into me.

“You want proof of how dumb you are? Do you have any idea how fucking stupid this shirt is? I mean it’s clearly a misprint, why would somebody write the same thing four times in a row?”

“No! No, it’s… it’s like… a chant, a motivational chant, to get people-“

“Oh shut up. You accidentally put on a faulty T-shirt and now you’re just too embarrassed to admit it. Jesus Christ. It’s still a wonder to me how women are even capable of breathing without someone to help them.”

This time the brunette just seethed silently, but her face grew noticeably redder as my insults landed on her. And it wasn’t just anger… It was embarrassment too.

Was she actually considering that she made a mistake wearing that shirt, and was too dumb to notice it?

“And that’s not even the worst part. You both are guilty of something worse. Come here.”

Now I grabbed the blonde’s shirt, pinching it between my fingers. The shirt that read “we should all be feminists”.

“Hey! Let go!”

She briefly considered slapping my hand off… But didn’t.

She was afraid to.

I pulled her close to me as well, bumping her body next to her comrade’s.

“Feminism… Really?… Have either of you any shame?”

I let the question hang in the air, while they considered what I meant.

I did wonder how they felt about feminism now that their worldview was completely rewritten. Most likely, they hadn’t had enough time to really think things over yet.

Ulla stayed oddly silent. Her fellow feminists were now in trouble… But I’m sure she was just happy that my focus wasn’t on her. For once.

“W-What’s… wrong with… f-feminism?” the blonde stuttered.

I could see it. Even she would have trouble defending it now.

“It’s a disgusting anti-science ideology. It’s a fucked up cult that thinks women are somehow equal to men.”

“B-But!” both of them squealed, adorably at the same time.

“No buts! They’re not. And they shouldn’t be. What’s next? Should we raise monkeys to be our equals too?”

“Hey! That’s-“ they practically talked over each other, trying desperately to come up with a counter-argument.

They didn’t. They could only sound offended.

“Take a look at Ulla here. She used to believe in that crap, now she’s having the happiest day of her life finally doing what she was born to do. Serving a man. Isn’t that right, my little bunny butt?”

Ulla was shaking again. The anger, the embarrassment, the arousal… It was all starting to be too much. But… She somehow gathered herself, looked straight into my eyes, **** a smile on her pretty face, and…

“T-That’s right… boss…” (ULLA: +1SP) (+55SP)

“See that?” I asked them. The duo looked at Ulla’s fake smile in utter confusion.

“These disgusting shirts…” I released my pinching fingers. But then I pinched them again. This time, a little higher.

That’s right.

I pinched both of their nipples at the same time.

They let out small shrieks, but were too confused and shocked to do anything else. After all, I, a man, was still talking to them.

“…they offend me deeply.” I pinched a little harder, and they screamed a little louder. Thank God there wasn’t any strangers really close right now. “It’s like seeing a shirt promoting flat earth theory. Or a shirt promoting the health benefits of smoking cigarettes. But it’s worse than that. This propaganda corrupts your brains. The little that you still have.”

I finally let them go, and the two nearly doubled over, massaging their sore little nips.

“You… you… motherfucker…” the brunette spoke through her gritted teeth.

“What? What did you just call me?” I asked her in my most commanding and authorative tone.

It worked. She refused to repeat it, and just looked at me with silent anger.

“That’s it. I’ve had it with your rudeness. Both of you. Take those shirts off.”

Haha.

The expression they had now… That was some genuine fright.

They felt it.

They felt that I had enough authority to somehow **** them to do this.

“Ja- Boss… Can we…” I heard Ulla suddenly whisper next to me. “Please just le-leave them be, okay? I mean… Thi-this was my punishment… right?”

I turned to her. “Oh my poor little jealous bunnyslut…” Wow. Her eyes flared up. She really hated that word. Or maybe it was because I was slowly squeezing her ass again. And was inching it closer and closer to her crotch.

Her moist, wet crotch.

“Tell you what. I’ll forgive them and let them go if you run through that field shouting ‘Ulla Sorenson is a lusty little bunnyslut’. If not… Then just kneel down and wait for my next order.”

That’s right. I decided to give her a chance to be a martyr. The good guy. To save her fellow feminists. At the cost of her own ego.

But… I knew Ulla better than she knew herself.

The fierce stare turned into a defeated, sad sulk… fairly quickly.

She gave one, quick glance at the terrified duo…

And then kneeled down. In front of my feet. (ULLA: +3SP) (+58SP)

I patted her bunny-ear covered head.

“Good girl.”

I’m pretty sure I could hear her growling after that.

I turned my attention back to the delicious pair of about-to-be-former feminists.

“Both of you. Get those shirts off. Before I get serious.”

…What did I mean by ‘serious’?

I didn’t know it myself either.

It was a bluff.

Bluff of a superior man in front of inferior women. Surely they had no chance if they decided to go against me and my will. Besides… They should feel natural dread and respect towards me now.

After all, they believed the only reason I hadn’t already enslaved them was because of my good will. Or something like that.

Their eyes slowly turned pleading.

“B-but, I don’t have… I mean I only- only have a bra under here…”

“Yeah, I’m… I’m not even… wearing that…. So, um, we’re sorry and such… we’ll take them off when we get home… we promise not to wear these-“

“You’re not taking those disgusting propaganda things anywhere. They’re coming off. Now. And no more talking back.”

I felt like a headmaster disciplining little kids. Based on their expressions… They probably felt the same way.

Then… finally…

They looked at each other, and saw no way out of this situation.

They hesitated a little, but finally pulled their shirts over their heads.

Exposing two lovely pairs of tits… One with bra, one without.

Surprisingly big ones. Those shirts really hid them well.

(KARA: +10SP) (+10SP)

(ABIGAIL: +11SP) (+11SP)

Oh yeah, and I guess they exposed their names as well. Good. Now I didn’t have to call them “the brunette” and “the blonde” again.

Although I still didn’t know which one was which.