Phone Time

You know, this was actually kinda stupid.

Teasing her whole day, keeping her locked for weeks… just so she could come as my shoe pressed against her clit?

…Well, that sounded awesome, actually, but I didn’t consider our location.

At all.

So far, we were able to keep fairly quiet. Yeah, moans here and there, but this…

Her pussy was going to explode and so were her vocal chords.

Her eyes were wide as saucers now. She was about to lose her all brains to the upcoming cum-plosion. I had maybe two seconds to get my urgent message across.

“Keep quiet or you’re fired,” I said just in the nick of time.

She arched her back as her pussy sprayed all over the park lawn. Like some goddamn water sprinkler. Most of it got on my shoe, though.

But Ulla… she wasn’t screaming or moaning. She was completely quiet.

She didn’t let out one squeak, no matter how much her body convulsed and shook. She had closed her eye and her mind was somewhere else. She didn’t even cover her mouth with her hands, she needed to those to get a good grip of the soil. Otherwise her body could fling itself to atmospheres.

No sound. She just bit her lip so hard, I was afraid she was going bite right through.

She wanted to roll over. Move. Or grab her pussy. But I held her in place with my shoe on her gushing pussy.

She was like a completely helpless animal, unable to do anything without her master’s permission. A fledgling little pleasure addict, shaking like a leaf beneath my shoe.

Abigail and Kara were finally getting up, seeing the orgasmic quiverings of a lifelong lesbian under me. I think they were too overwhelmed by everything else to care about that.

The pair were quite a sight. Their upper bodies weren’t dirty with just spit anymore, some ground soil was sticking to their sweaty bodies as well. It was like they had crawled out of garbage.

“Have you two learned your lessons?”

They looked completely defeated. They didn’t have the energy to be angry anymore.

“…yes, sir.”

“…yes, sir.”

“Good. Give me your phone numbers. In case we need to continue this at a later date.”

Another blow to them. Yes. We were far from finished.

While Ulla still squirmed against my leather shoe, both women recited their numbers to me. They were probably way too scared to lie about them, but I still tested out the numbers. Their phones rang. Good.

“You two are free to go.”

For a second, the women looked relieved, but then confusion took over. They knew they were practically naked right now.

They stared at their trampled and spat-on shirts crumbled on the ground… But it’s not like they had other choices.

Both of them kneeled down to pick up their shirts.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked, menacingly.

They immediately stood up.

“We…. Need… shirts…” Kara mumbled.

“No you don’t. You’ll walk home like that. You’re definitely not wearing horrible shirts like those ever again. Did you learn anything?”

My commanding tone made me unconsciously step my foot down. It triggered the writhing lesbian journalist, who let out the tiniest little moan.

Fine. I’ll let her have that one. No punishment.

It looked like the aftershocks of her orgasm were just about finished anyway.

“But then… How can we…”

“You’ll walk home like that.”

Their faces lost all colour.

“…And if you ever want to wear shirts again… They have to be something like this.”

I googled a few pictures on my phone and showed them.

They were quite speechless.

“But these were just examples. You get the point. If I ever catch you wearing anything else… It’s coming off. Right there and then. Got it?”

They both sighed and nodded. (KARA: +4SP) (+47SP) (ABIGAIL: +2SP) (+48SP)

Would they obey me, if I wasn’t there checking?

Probably not.

But that was going to make it even more fun when I caught them disobeying me.

“Okay now. Get going. NOW!”

SPANK! SPANK!

I managed to get a good, fast spank on both of their asses.

That made them stop hesitating. They were off, running like they were on fire. With their tits swinging in the air, spit still running down their faces… Looking so dirty and trashed… The sexiest pair of hobos ever. (KARA: +5SP) (+52SP) (ABIGAIL: +6SP) (+54SP)

And they were so proud before they decided to intervene in my life.

They were running so fast, they almost crashed into a group of park-goers.

There were some laughs, some gasps. But the women kept running.

Once they were out of my sight, I heard several screams. From several areas.

Fuck. People might be coming my way soon, now that these two nude freaks were causing a scene all over the place. If anything, they were probably going to activate the police.

I finally lifted my shoe off Ulla’s clit, but put it soon back down, against Ulla’s face.

“It’s got your….lesbian juices on it. Lick it clean.”

She grumbled, but did as she was told. (ULLA: +2SP) (+69SP)

Man, things sure have come a long way between me and Ulla. Here she was, tasting her own juices from the bottom of my shoe while wearing a bunnygirl outfit.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine how fucked up her head must’ve been now. She knew that she was a lesbian, yet she came to her most hated male rival in the most embarrassing way…

It wasn’t about keeping her job anymore. Her submission had reached the point where it was harder and harder for her to say no.

That’s why… It was time to go see Henrika.

But before doing so… Hearing her sexy tongue slurp up my heel… It was quite relaxing. It was the perfect time to check out the Submission Accelerator. Lord knows there should be new stuff there by now.

Naturally, I gave Abigail and Kara their orgasm locks. But since I had reached 50 points with both of them… There were new locks as well.

Both of them had the same one, though.

-MONEY LOCK-

The subject is unable to earn money without the user’s permission. All of their current money flows will be frozen. The subject will naturally understand that user has this power over them, and will not question it. They will rationalize this to themselves.

Interesting…

Why did they both have this particular lock?

Why did it fit them?

…

Did it have something to with feminism?

I guess you could say that. I was taking their independence away, making them rely on a man to get by.

Fun for me? Oh yes indeed.

I activated the locks.

Then… something a bit new happened.

The info screen for the MONEY LOCK got some new buttons.

Huh… I see…

The info screen showed me their current methods of income.

Abigail’s had “Donation money”, “Job income”, and “Alimony”. Surprisingly, her job income was the lowest one of them all. And alimony? Was she divorced?

But the most interesting one… “Donation money”? It was over 5k a month.

What the fuck was she doing?

Was she a streamer? Did it have something do with her social media account? Or…

Did she have an OnlyFans or something?

…Never mind, it wasn’t pertinent right now. The main point was this. Currently all of those money flows were frozen, and I could unfreeze them individually. They all had an “unlock”-button next to them.

Cool.

Kara’s was nearly the same.

She had “job income” and “alimony”. But no donation. Then again, her job seemed to pay considerably more than Abigail’s.

…They were both divorced?

…

I was starting to get nasty ideas again… I hope their divorces were very messy… Damn, I think I needed to find more about these bitches at some point. They were giving me too many fun ideas.

I looked down. Ulla was still there, doing her job as told.

“So… How does my shoe taste?”

…No answer. Her eyes just narrowed a bit. The fury was still there.

“That’s a minus point,” I said as I pushed her face a little more into the ground.

“I-It’s a… t-tasty shoe… boss!” she finally shouted.

She tried smiling… But couldn’t. This situation made it too tough for her.

“Too late. The minus stays. Be more pro-active in the future.”

She sighed, and the licking resumed.

I got back to my phone. Yes yes. I was ignoring one of the main things with Abigail and Kara as well.

They both had a new trait. In fact… It was a shared one.

KARA & ABIGAIL: A SHARED TRAIT

-CULTISTS-

ROUTE A- PUNISHMENT

-FOLLOW THE RULES!-

The user can make a new “cult” or an “ideology”. Then the user must explain the rules of this new “ideology” to the subjects. One subject will react to these rules as they would normally, be it disgust or neutrality, but the other one will turn into a fervent believer. If the user’s new “ideology” has a punishment system for anybody not following the rules, the fervent believer will punish the other one until they adhere to the new rules.

The user can decide which subject will be which.

ROUTE B- PLEASURE

-FOLLOW YOUR GUTS-

The user can make a new “cult” or an “ideology”. Then the user must explain the rules of this new “ideology” to the subjects. No matter how they feel about the rules, the subjects will feel **** pleasure everytime they follow them, and **** displeasure when they disobey them.

Cultists...

Yeah, I guess you could call them that. I’m glad the Submission Accelerator had my sense of humor.

Unless it wasn’t joking?

Either way… I had to weigh the pros and cons of both choices.

I mean for one, the route A-

DING!

What?

Oh, I just got another message…

Wait, it was the third message already, from the same person… I just didn’t notice the two previous ones.

They were all from… Teresa?

First message…

“Hey Jack! That was real mean bullshit you did yesterday with Anna-Marie! Seriously! I should report you… but I won’t. If you promise to break up with Anna.”

Second message... That came five minutes later.

“This really isn’t a hard decision for you. Just break up with her and I won’t have to get tough with you.”

Third message… That came just now, and ten minutes after the previous one.

“Unless… you want me to get tough with you? Haha. No, just a joke. But you are a bad guy. But I think there’s good inside you too. Tbh… I have a feeling Anna might be the bad influence here. So. Just break up. It’ll be best for everyone.”

…

Oh God. I was starting to feel some nervous lumps in my stomach.

Was this the beginning of her… yandere-like obsession?

Did I really want something like that? I mean I had a feeling it could get really intense.

I could always just turn it off…

…

Either way, I answered her.

“I’ll break up with her only if you publish the article exactly like I want it to be published.”

There. Sent. Now I hope-

DING!

What?

She wrote me back… in seconds?

“Great! You should get rid of her! Can I tell her the news?”

Oh God.

I texted her “no”, and didn’t bother to read her follow-up messages. I had a feeling I might never leave this place if I did.

Still no messages from Janice?

I’m guessing she did find some tools to clamp down her nipples, otherwise-

“HEY! YOU!”

What?

Oh shit.

There was some big burly cop-looking guy lumbering my way.

Park time was over.

I dragged my bunny girl off the grass and we both ran to the car.