THE CHECKPOINT

That’s it.

I felt satisfied.

I zipped myself back up, and l let out a happy sigh.

Jocelyn managed to untangle herself off Sophie, and quickly darted into the bathroom.

Not before grabbing the envelope, though. She held that thing close to her massive chest like it was her 'precious'.

It wasn't too long before we could hear the shower running.

Sophie just laid there. Almost catatonic.

I decided this was a fine time to check the app again.

I was sure I had gained a second lock on Jocelyn, and it would be a miracle if I didn’t get a trait for her as well. I had gotten those for much, much less.

Instead, what I saw on my screen… stunned me.

Dear dedicated user!

Thank you for your ongoing interest in our app!

Your user profile has now reached a CHECKPOINT.

You probably wonder what that means.

No worries, that question will be answered very soon.

However, until then, some of your progression will be halted.

You can’t earn new locks, traits, upgrades or perks until the CHECKPOINT has been cleared.

Other than that, the app will work normally. You can still gain points, and all previous traits, perks, locks and submission levels remain active.

After the CHECKPOINT has been cleared, you will retroactively receive all the locks, traits, perks and upgrades that are currently on hold.

And do not worry. You will be notified IMMEDIATELY when you get the chance to clear the CHECKPOINT.

Until then, please keep doing whatever it is you’re doing! You have done well to reach this point!

I kept scrolling the message up and down.

This… This was concerning.

Extremely concerning.

My magical gift from the Gods was acting up.

All of a sudden it just stopped giving me stuff... and now gave me a... challenge?

I mean… That’s what it meant, right?

I didn’t read that wrong, did I?

That’s what this CHECKPOINT was. What it had to be.

Was… Was my dreamlife about to get yanked away from me?

Did I do something wrong? Did I violate the app somehow?

No, wait. The app specifically said I was doing great. Like reaching the CHECKPOINT was just something that was inevitable when you got far enough.

But… why though? What was there to check?

And what the fuck was it going to be?

Some kind of small little formality? Or…

Something… big?

All of a sudden, my euphoric feelings from the night’s activities were drifting away.

This… I needed to think about this.

I gathered myself and reached for the door, when I eyes caught Sophie.

She was giving me an indecipherable look.

It wasn't anger. It wasn't hate. It was just... well, like I said, indecipherable.

I’m sure this evening broke some part of her. What part? No idea.

“See you at work tomorrow. Don’t be late,” I told her. Couldn't come up with anything better than that.

I was about to leave, until I realized there was something I could actually do. Something I nearly forgot.

“Come here, Soph,” I said, beckoning her closer with my finger.

The fully nude woman got up on trembling feet.

Her snatch was still dripping with my cum and her own juices, leaving a long, sticky trail wherever she walked.

The woman was a nervous mess, not knowing where to look, until I lifted up her chin and looked into her beautiful eyes.

“You did good today, Sophie.”

A small, uncertain smile formed on her ruby lips.

“But… In all that craziness, there’s one thing we forgot to do.”

I leaned in, closing the space between us.

Her lashes fluttered… uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Still, she chose to surrender.

She closed her eyes, lips softly parted…

And when she was at her most ****…

I gave her left tit a powerful spank.

SLAP!

She screamed in anguish, the pain so sharp and unexpected.

“And that’s the third one. Now your loser’s debt is paid. And? What do you say?”

She bit her lip as a tear fell down her cheek.

“Th-Thank you… sir.”

As I traveled back to Gretchen’s apartment, only one thing dominated my mind.

The CHECKPOINT.

What the fuck was it?

Did this have something do with Reagan?

No, surely not. I had to keep reminding myself that the app was signaling that reaching this point was a “good” thing.

And so far, everything the app had given me was “good”.

But… was I stupid if I just confidently believed something like that would continue forever?

Was this whole thing a trap? Something to make me gather the worst karma in the Universe, just so it could blow up on my face?

No. Chill out.

I knew nothing about what was coming next. And there was literally nothing I could do but wait for the CHECKPOINT.

No way to prepare.

It would be... what it would be.

Back to carpe diem then. I had to enjoy every moment I had in case it ever ended.

I reached Gretchen’s apartment, making sure with schizophrenic certainty that I wasn’t being followed, as she let me in.

Oh man.

She was wearing nothing but white, lacy lingerie and her collar.

Soon as the door closed, she got on her knees, placing a kiss on both of my shoes.

“Welcome home… master.”

Fuck.

I was mentally kicking myself for not moving in with her earlier. Sure, I had reasons, but this house was quickly turning into my own pleasure heaven.

I could have pushed this woman against the floor, the wall or even that table there, and have her in any way I wanted.

Worry of the CHECKPOINT and the Reagan-situation was quickly melting away.

“…How’s Lana and Anna-Marie?” I asked, trying to stay cool in front of this un-ordered display of servitude.

She looked up, giving me a devilish smile.

“Please, follow me, master.”

She took me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom.

Nobody was there, and the closet door was still closed.

At first, I didn’t notice anything different… until it hit me.

There was a hole on the closet door.

It was quite small, only a few inches big.

But it was at crotch level.

And I could hear heavy breathing behind it.

“Master… I apologize if this was not to your liking… but I thought it could be something you would enjoy.”

I placed my finger tentatively into the hole.

Immediately it was kissed, and licked by pair of soft, hot lips.

“You see… the pair was **** for fresh air… And I thought this solution might be the one you preferred.”

Gretchen looked a visibly nervous about whether I would enjoy the glory hole she had drilled into her own apartment.

I patted her hair. She relaxed immediately.

“Pull my pants down.”

She kneeled down and let my trousers… and my underwear… fall to the floor.

She caressed my quickly growing cock tenderly.

I could hear the breathing inside the closet grow more rapid.

“Also… Since you didn’t give me an order to feed them… They haven’t eaten or drank anything today.”

Oh yeah. Shit. Fuck.

I was being careless. Even fucktoys needed to maintained.

“And… And I could have given them something… But I thought you would enjoy it more, if… if…”

“If my cum was their only dinner today?”

Gretchen nodded enthusiastically.

The two hungry tongues were already sticking out of the hole, **** for any type of sustenance.

Happily, my big rod was there to provide.

As I entered into the hole of devoting mouths, I felt like life couldn’t get better.

“Gretch… Lick my asshole.”

“Yes… master.”

But it could. It always could.