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You need to distract yourself. Otherwise you don't know what you'll do. So your hand goes to the one source of distraction, the only source of some form of control. You click on the app. Maybe you'll just look at your own page, and wallow in your own misery.

But it doesn't take you to the main screen, instead a pop-up shows up.

Training in Progress

Join?

Yes/No

Without even thinking about what you are doing, you press yes.

There on the screen is a side profile of Erica on the bench. Her head bobs on a cock in front of her, This must be some type of symbol to show how she's being trained right now. There's no way she'd actually agree to disgrace herself like this. Below that screen are three buttons. A green, a yellow, and a red. The yellow is lit up.

You test the button and you see a description pop up below it. As you press the red button, the word SPANK appears briefly below it. You watch as the figure stops sucking, and as her ass jiggles. Her body shakes with the strikes, 1, 2. Your finger clicks the yellow, as the third spank lands. The word displayed for a second is the word SUCK. The cock extends back into her mouth, and her head bobs on it. You'd already seen this one, watched it. Time to test the last one.

FUCK. The word appears below the button, as Erica begins to bounce to some invisible lover. You guess this one is probably the best option, so you leave it there. Your finger moves down, scrolling the video up. There are two buttons below the three stoplight type buttons, both grayed out.

Projection

Teleport

You press first one and then the other.

Projection- Feel the sensations you inflict. Requires Mind of the Master.

Teleport- Join her in the training room, set the rules for her training. Requires Presence of the Master.

You click away, moving back up to watch the girl bouncing, her body clearly aroused. But like a kid caught by their parent as they masturbate, a voice comes from the door.

"What happened?" Olivia asks, standing at the open door. You close your phone, putting it in your pocket.

"I... I had an argument with Rebecca. It got heated. I didn't hurt her, but I thought about it." Olivia, leans against the wall in the hall, not wanting to come close to some neanderthal who was angry enough to cry out like a lunatic. Her eyes fall on the broken wall beside your bed.

"Great, I can't imagine that our overlords will be happy with that. I mean, if I was the one running for the show, you'd have to pay handyman rates to fix that wall. We'll see how you feel when you're being fucked up the ass or whatever. If your little tantrum was worth it."

You can't help but laugh bitterly. "Fine, I'll pay. It's not like I'm not going to get a role eventually. If we can't work outside, the only choice is to eventually work inside."

Olivia looks at you, confused. "Was the argument really that bad with Rebecca? That you take the idea of being puppeted and make a joke out of it? Now I'm starting to get angry at you, asshole."

You brush her off, "Fine, you're free to leave. It's not like I want you here. I don't want to get pissed off again either."

She defends her presence, "Well, I just wanted to make sure you weren't going crazy. You're a man trapped with no way out and a bunch of ladies who won't give you the time of day. I wouldn't be surprised if you took a knife from the kitchen and decided that no police means it's time to start up the incel Silence of the Lambs." She takes something from her pocket, holding it out and away from her, like you're going to charge her. "Although don't try it, Erica and I both have mace and knives on us."

You can't help but be relieved, arguing with such absurd notions as compared to your very real sins. "Great, thanks for the vote of confidence. I'm glad that I'm apparently a movie villain. Really, it makes me feel great."

You release a wry laugh. "And Erica can barely carry a cell phone. Still, I'll keep it in mind if the cat starts telling me that the devil wants me to kill."

Olivia shudders, freaked out by how you almost seemed to respond with glee. She can't understand how much pressure you feel, how much guilt destroys you. She walks away, walking to her room, locking it.

You stand up, walking to the door, closing it brusquely. You feel your anger wane, before going back to the bed. You open the app.

Training complete! Items auto-selected.