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Ch 5 First Submission

Ch 5 First Submission

by rasandbevel
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Jennifer smiled. Her phone chimed as a new notification appeared: "Eric started sharing his location with you." She opened it. The small blue dot gave her a dizzying sense of satisfaction. She saw clearly where this newfound control might lead, but from that point the possibilities branched out endlessly. She sat in her living room, musing how she should first put her new puppet to use... prioritize obedience, training, humiliation? Or maybe put his workplace skills to task, and alleviate her own time at the office. She had to take notes, create a system for herself. This all felt so new, and happened so fast. It was imperative she continue to put safeguards in place. An admission by text and a location shared were just the beginning. She stood up from her chair, and Jennifer knew that she had more in store.

She knew absence and silence were weapons too. Letting Eric stew in his own worry would serve him well to remember his place beneath her. She opened her computer to read up on dominant women. Her search quickly brought her to female-led relationships, female domination, financial domination, and countless other related rabbit holes. She sipped at the better half of a bottle of wine as each new article, forum, and online thread enlightened what her natural instincts first seeded. The language, and the psychology behind certain specific word choices made her realize that these would be crucial. She always had a way with men, but to profoundly subdue a male ego she realized now how much more work there was to do, with her new subject. She paused, took another sip, and smirked... "with her new prey", she thought to herself.

Now erudite in the art of male subjugation, she headed to bed. When the morning came, she was pleased to see that among the many notifications on her phone, none were from Eric. Good. The pet is learning already. She made a point, entirely for herself and certainly not for her new captive, to look especially fetching today: she wore her favorite white blouse, a black skirt, stockings, and her best heels. With a few twists, she brought out the best in her thick brown hair then applying a quick face before heading to the office. As she passed her hallway mirror, she stopped for one last look: "This is going to be fun." she said aloud to herself.

As she walked, she took out her phone and began to type. "Coffee shop, 9am. My coffee will be waiting for me, at the same table at which we last sat. You will not get anything for yourself. You will sit there and await further instructions. From now on, you will never reply to my message unless I give you permission to do so. Reply and acknowledge that you understand."

She grinned at the streetlight. The city bustled around her completely unaware of her new growing power. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and the message read:

"Hello Jennifer, I understand. Thank you for the second chance. I haven't stopped thinking about you, about what happened. While you were the one who typed out the admission to send you, frankly the more I reread the words the more I really truly agree with them and mean them from the bottom of my heart. I can't wait to get the talk through how we can move forward and I am at a loss for words at your generosity in letting me make this up to you. Your coffee will be ready for you at 8:55am just in case haha" The levity in his words, and the lack of awareness at his position in their predicament annoyed her considerably.

She began to answer, to clarify what his giddiness clearly failed to grasp, "First, do not make jokes. Second, certainly don't type "haha". I know you are concerned at what I can do given this week's events. The way forward is not to make light of it, but to recognize how wrong it was, and more importantly to recognize what I expect from you going forward."

To her surprise, a bubble with three dots appeared. Eric interrupted her thought, "Yes Jennifer, I understand. I won't joke again. Thank you for the perspective."

Irked, she replied swiftly as she continued to walk, "You replied without my permission. For that, there will be consequences. You will not panic; I will not expose you unless you give me due cause. One failure does not define your chances. It is, however, a bad start. So I will decide your punishment, and you will obey it. Now, to help your lack of self-control: do not reply to this. I am still finishing my original thought." She sent the message, and put her phone away. She would let him sit in his own ineptitude, to see if he could resist a panicked ramble.

As she approached, she checked Eric's location. He was already at the coffee shop. A few minutes later, she turned the corner to see him already sitting as instructed with her drink in place awaiting her arrival. As she walked in, he looked up at her and waved, smiling with a giddy nervousness showcasing his helpless mixture of attraction and fear. She enjoyed it. As he stood to greet her, she took off her coat and handed it to him. This both interrupted his lean-in to shake her hand, and signaled to him that touching was not some free gift.

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"Hang my coat on the rack. Then, come back, and sit quietly until I speak. As with texting, do not reply unless I say." she said to him coldly, with eyes that signaled a severe sincerity. He nodded, took her coat, and sheepishly did as he was told.

The next fifteen minutes passed with Eric sitting, his legs crossed to hide his predictable swell, and gazing at his captor while trying to shift his glance around the room so as to never stare. Jennifer noticed without a care, on her phone & finishing her latte. She set it down.

"Now, this morning you failed to obey my instruction. You replied, when you were told not to. I want you to tell me why, Eric. Speak." again, the way in which she inflected his name made his tiny cock radiate with pleasure. He visibly winced.

"I... I have no excuse. I wanted to acknowledge what you said. I know now that was wrong." he barely mustered. She savored the contrition in his words, and let the silence that followed them weigh down further upon him.

After a long moment, she resumed, "You have no excuse because there is none. The result of that failure is a task: when we leave the coffee shop, you will go to a keymaker. You will make a copy of each of the keys you carry for me, coloured and labeled clearly. From now on, when I give you new instructions, you will nod with closed eyes to show me you understand and that you will obey. Practice for me, only if you intend to make the keys when we leave."

Eric folded forward, only for Jennifer to realize he was again contending with his little cock's own urge to betray him. She let him squirm briefly, as he recollected himself. It seems he managed to fend off that premature passion, for now. Oh well. Eric then closed his eyes and nodded emphatically.

"Good. Get used to that. So, keys. Once that is done, you will be taking on more of my work. I just sent you a transition schedule. I have generously decided to give you two weeks to gradually absorb my workload. Two weeks from now, you will be completing all of my work for me, evidently while still excelling at your own. Given the enormity of this new task, you will now comply verbally and ask any questions if you have them." she outlined with a matter-of-factuality that left Eric visibly stunned.

He sat across from her with that familiar look: shock. Trying to calculate a workaround, he flailed throughout his mind for any viable rebuttal. She watched his facial muscles battle each other to hide their horror at how many more hours this might add to his already grueling days. As he opened his mouth wordlessly, she offered a simple solace. She leaned forward, and put her hand on his leg.

The smallest touch, and his entire body melted for her. His mind stilled. His shoulders dropped. He even uncrossed his legs. She saw his puny cock at the hardest it had yet been. She spoke almost in song, "Eric, you will do this for me. Not because you have to, though that is true. And not because you are fearful of what happens if you don't, also true. I want you to look at me Eric, in my eyes." His gaze came up from its sullenness to meet hers. "I know, more than all of that, deep down you want to do this for me. That is why you lost yourself in excitement this week. That is why you sent me the admission afterwards. That is why you are here right now. You need me to take control. A beautiful powerful woman putting you in your place, is where you belong. You love that you get the privilege to do more for me. Now I want you to ask any productive questions you might have for me, and then graciously accept this chance I am giving you."

Jennifer watched as his body remained relaxed, and his facial features further fell to rest. The corners of his mouth upturned. He was still hard, but this wasn't the spasming eroticism from earlier this week; an accepting calm overcame him. Entranced by her existence, he acquiesced.

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"Jennifer, I will. I have no questions. And... you're right, I want to... for you. I want to." he confessed to her, with an earnest loyalty. She smiled at his words. He smiled back.

"Good. That is all for now. Keys, then onto today's batch of my work. I have other new aspects of your commitment to me to set in place today. I will text you later with more. Now, to show me that you are truly intent on atoning for earlier this week, you will do one last thing for me." Again, Eric closed his eyes and nodded in silence.

"I love that you are learning so quickly for me", Jennifer purred then continuing, "you are going to go to the bathroom here in this coffee shop, strip naked, and kneel on the bathroom floor. Once there, naked and kneeling, you are going to take this sharpie and boldly clearly in legible capital letters write "Thank you, Goddess Jennifer" on your belt line. This will require your tiny, useless, skinny penis to be in view. That is part of the task. Between your premature incident and your repeated excitement, it is important to me that you understand, on a very literal note, how little I think of you. You are a utility and plaything to me. This will mark the official start to the new chapter between us, where you will refer to me solely as Goddess or Goddess Jennifer." As she expanded upon her plans, she expected to see opposition in Eric, but every word only seemed to further his focus on her. She added, "Go. I want you back here in five minutes. Any longer, and there will be new consequences."

Eric quickly nodded with closed eyes, got up and went to the bathroom. He returned in three minutes, and Jennifer had a new message on her phone, whose contents she didn't have to open to know. Eric handed her back the sharpie. She smiled that usual devious smile of hers.

"This has been a lovely return to form, Eric. When I choose, I will start calling you other names. I am going to have fun gradually dehumanizing you..." she got up to leave, and leaned into his ear as she whispered, "my little pet. And you will obey your Goddess, every step of the way."

With that, she left her new toy still in the coffee shop while she strode back onto the street. She pulled her phone out and sent one last string of instructions.

"Tonight at 8pm, come to Lola's. It is a specialty store. Bring the key copies with an AirTag on the chain, in case I ever misplace them. As with my every word thus far, any deviation gets you a new punishment. Some other ground rules: No touching yourself without my permission from now on. Obviously, no orgasms unless I say. Next, no new purchases without asking for my approval. For now, you will remain in the coffee shop for another 10 minutes to show me that you can appreciate I have your location at all times. After all, a good pet obeys when told to stay. I expect today's work to be done by 7pm at the latest, though earlier is better. Finally, change my name on your phone to "Goddess Jennifer". That way, when I message on your devices it will appear as it should for all to see. Reply."

She saw those three little dots appear instantly, "Yes, Goddess. Clear on all fronts. 8pm at Lola's tonight with your keys & AirTag. I am changing your name now. Thank you."

She added one last lick of power to her day, "Oh and Eric, send me $50 for lunch. I'm in the mood for some good sushi, and my new bitch deserves to fetch the bill don't you think?"

Again, those dots danced onto her screen, "Yes, thank you Goddess." ... "Sent."

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