Ideological apologies

Ah. I see.

I opened up The Submission Accelerator app, and there I saw the profiles of my two new conquests.

With even their pictures attached.

On a side note… it was pretty weird that this app had these profile pictures.

Every one of my subjects had one. It was a medium close-up of them, staring straight into the camera, with blank backgrounds, with neutral expressions on their faces.

I know this whole thing was supernatural in the first place, but… Where did the app get these pictures? When where they taken?

…No, seriously Jack, don’t waste time thinking about this. For God’s sake, the app had a perfect 3D model of Gretchen’s body. Why was I questioning this? Perhaps these profile pictures were 3D too? Although they were really good, almost lifelike…

But yeah. No use spending time thinking about this.

I think.

Anyway.

Kara was the topless blonde, Abigail was the bra-wearing brunette.

…Wait, why was Kara braless?

I could understand if she had itty bitty titties, but these were some whompers.

They were both staring at the ground, red in the face, probably just wishing they never walked up here. Kara was covering her tits with her hand.

“Hey, you…” I pointed at Kara. “Why are you walking around without a bra on?”

She didn’t seem to want to answer my question. “L-look, this whole thing got out of con-control… Can we just go? Please?”

“Answer my question. Now.”

I managed to sound quite menacing. I could see some lovely sweat forming around here toned body. Either it was the hot summer sun, or this troublesome situation. Or both.

“I… I just don’t like… wearing one, okay?” (KARA: +1SP) (+11SP)

Huh. I guess that was the truth. I mean I got a point from that, and this system was a good lie detector as well.

But that didn’t mean I had to accept it.

I slowly walked up to her.

She tried stepping back, but it was too late.

I pulled her hand down. The one that was still shielding her nipples.

She was trying her best to hold it in place, but my grip was too powerful.

Watching her D-sized tits in all their naked glory… I can’t lie, it never gets less awesome.

She let out a small, pathetic whine.

“You’re bit of an exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

“N-no! It’s just- No!”

Lightning fast, I raised my other hand to her breasts, and pinched her nipple again.

It always felt nicer to do this on nude skin rather than through a shirt. It felt so… intimate.

Kara let out a sharp, painful wince.

“You… are a disgusting little pervert, aren’t you?” I increased my pinching power. “And then you even dare lying about it.”

“No! No! Ow ow! Stop!”

“Yeah… I bet you love confusing guys… wearing that feminist-shirt, daring them not to touch you, even though they can see your erect, excited little nipples poking through it… You little freak.”

I was still holding the ice cream cone in my other hand.

I was kinda done with it anyway, so I squished the still-cold ice cream against her other nipple.

She let out the loveliest little yelp at that.

“IYAAAAH! No! Stop! No! I’m sorry! It’s cold! Coldcoldcold! Get it off!”

I looked around. Ulla was still kneeling down, pretending that this wasn’t even happening. Abigail… she had backed away quite a few steps. I was just happy she hadn’ t realized she missed her best chance to run away.

“Hey, Abigail…” I said as I used her name for the first time. She was shocked to hear that.

“Hey, how did you-“

“Know your name? Oh please. We men know things your poor little heads could never comprehend. Now. Why have you allowed this little… freak…” I turned her other nipple almost 180 degrees in my hand. Another painful scream. “walk around without a bra? Answer me.”

“I… Please, I don’t understand why-“

“Answer me.” Another twist. And I pushed the cold ice cream more heavily against her titty. Kara cried out again.

The implication was clear. Come up with an answer or this happens again. Harder.

“I… I have no…. I didn’t know… Sorry?”

Haha. I loved the expression on her face as she apologized, not even being sure if she should or not. It had a lovely mixture of confusion and self-disgust.

“Not good enough.” I finally released Kara’s nipples. She was so broken that she had to kneel down and really start soothing her massive mammaries. I lost half of my final ice cream scoop against her left titty. She tried her best to get the cold cream off.

“You allowed her disgusting deviant behavior to continue. Women really have no willpower, do they? All they do is surrender to their most base desires. I bet you even liked seeing her nipples poking through her shirt, didn’t you?”

“N-no! Really! No! I never even- I didn’t even look at them! I mean I didn’t even know they were there, I…”

“Enough. For your punishment, you’re not allowed to wear a bra either. Take it off.”

“What! Y-You can’t just- No!“

She looked quite defiant. For a change.

Yeah, it wasn’t probably going to be that easy. My logic didn’t make full sense there.

Time for the good old ****, then. I picked up my phone.

“Hmm. Time to make a new Twitter post, I think. Dear Twitter. Today, in park, I ran into two lesbian feminists, Kara Fredrikson and Abigail Warren,” I had checked out their full names from the app, “They both secretly desired to be controlled by a man, and they were perverted exhibitionists, so they both just took their shirts off in front of me and begged me for a fuck. ….So, how does that sound so far? Do you think I’ll get likes?”

Before Abigail could stutter out an answer, I continued. “Oh yeah, here’s a pic of them.” Then I quickly snapped a picture of the nearly nude feminists in front of me. They desperately tried hiding their sensitive areas, but it was too late. The picture was already taken, and it was a beauty.

“Yeah, I’ll think this post will get a lot of attention. Thank God social media is run by men, right? This will probably stay up for all eternity…”

I did enjoy using the same type of **** they had tried just a minute ago against me… Only I wasn’t actually interested in destroying their social lives. This was just a bluff.

A very effective bluff.

Without a word, Abigail was already reaching for the straps behind her bra.

“No, Abigail, you don’t have to-“ Kara said with a quiet, defeated voice.

“Yes I do,” Abigail shot back.

I’m guessing both had a quite active Twitter followship.

Then…

FLUMP.

The titties were out, and the bra fell next to the shirt on the ground. (ABIGAIL: +6SP) (+17SP)

Her tits… They were nearly as big as Kara’s. And she didn’t try stupidly hiding them from me. Although the way her arms were twitching… It was clear she wanted to.

No matter how tough she pretended to act, standing like this in front of me… they were both unsure, ashamed and embarrassed now. Like deer in the headlights.

I sat back on the bench, admiring the topless beauties in front of me.

Ulla tried her best to seem as invisible as possible. As if somebody with that sexy bunnysuit could ever truly escape my attentions.

Also, she was still breathing and sweating like nobody’s business.

Was she even biting her lip?

I had a feeling that if she was alone right now, her hand would dive straight into that tight, hot, wet little crotch…

I took a lick of the ice cream that was still left.

“Mm. Titty-flavored. My favorite.”

Kara blushed again and looked away.

Abigail was about to explode. “Okay, can we go now? This is all embarrassing enough. We’re sorry, we never should’ve c-come here, just… okay?”

I took another lick while I mulled things over.

What did I want to do here?

It was probably still way too early to get them to suck my dick or something like that. Even with that **** hanging over their heads.

Right now… I just wanted to humiliate them. As much as I could.

Kara was standing up again. Trying to cover her titties with her hand. Again.

“Both of you. Hands behind your head. I can’t allow perverted deviants like you to have any illusion of modesty. Face your punishments. Do it.”

Begrudgingly, both women lifted her hands and placed the to the back of their heads. (KARA: +3SP) (+14SP) (ABIGAIL: +2SP) (+19SP)

Both were now in a nice, submissive pose…

Nothing was standing between me and their tits.

Kara’s left tit still had some traces of my ice cream on it.

Quite delicious looking indeed.

But for now… I just enjoyed the feeling power. And let all three soak in it for a minute, while I ate my ice cream.

“Okay then…” I finally spoke after a long silence, “Both of you, before I can let you go, tell me what you did wrong. In your own words.”

Kara and Abigail exchanged glances, probably wondering who should start.

Turns out it was Kara. “I’m… sorry for like… Bothering you… Being… disrespectful, I guess… also, maybe my shirt was… like, wrong for this place, and… and I should also wear a bra when I go outside?” (KARA: +2SP) (+16SP)

That was a very meh apology, with several mistakes. But I motioned for Abigail to say her part as well.

“Um… Sorry… for the same things… and… yeah, I guess.”

Even worse. She couldn’t even apologize for letting her friend go out without a bra on. Oh dear.

“Well, seems to me neither of you are actually sorry about what you did. Seriously, Kara? You’re sorry that this is ‘the wrong place’ to wear that shirt? Does that mean you’ll wear it again, somewhere else?”

“N-no, that’s now what I-“

“Yeah, we can’t have that. Both of you. Spit on your shirts.”

This time, even Ulla looked up at me. It was almost like an involuntary reaction, and her stare soon returned back to the ground.

Kara and Abigail… The clear disgust on their faces told me they didn’t appreciate that command, but… it was still milder than me forcing them to stand here topless.

As a side note, it was practically a miracle nobody had walked by at this point. The park was fairly populated, and I don’t think anybody had even seen a glance of the topless feminists standing in front of me.

That could change at any moment, though. And they knew it too.

The faster I released them, the less chance people saw them like this.

So… After only ten seconds, both of them swished their mouths a little bit, forming up some saliva…. And then hogged a fat loogie at their former shirts. (KARA: +4SP) (+20SP) (ABIGAIL: +3SP) (+22SP)

Seems like these women weren’t born spitters. Kara’s first attempt was so lame, she accidentally just hit her own tit. But she quickly tried again, and soon both shirts had a healthy amount of spit on them.

“Good. Now. Both of you stomp on those shirts, and apologize for being feminists.”

That was a bit too much for Abigail. “N-no, I’m not-“

Kara interrupted her fast. “Shut up! Let’s just do this so we can get out of here,” she whispered, but it was loud enough for me to hear.

With sullen faces, both of them moved over their shirts…

And began stomping them. Right down to the grassy ground.

Careful to avoid messing their shoes with their owns spits, of course.

“I’m sorry for being a feminist. I’m sorry for being a feminist,” (KARA: +6SP) (+26SP) (ABIGAIL: +6SP) (+28SP) both of them started chanting, in monotone, quiet voices.

I made sure to film the whole thing of course. After all, this was quite the breakthrough for both of them.

After about twenty stomps and chants, I finally stopped them.

“Good. I think you guys are finally starting to learn something. Well, as much as women can possibly learn. It seems like punishment and humiliation are always good teachers, don’t you think?”

Neither of them said anything.

Probably a smart choice. Most likely they wouldn’t be able to hold back expletives at this point.

“One last thing before I let you go. Since you were both so rude to me, so disrespectful, so dishonest, so perverted… You need one more punishment. Spit on each other. Five times.”

The women gasped in horror.

“WHAT! No! Stop this!” I heard somebody suddenly yell next to me.

It was Ulla.

Her hot little face was shaking with anger.

For that outburst… She was going to take part of this punishment as well.

Quite an important part, in fact.