Sent Ch 6 First Failure

Eric watched her vanish back out into the street. He blinked hard, and swallowed. He reflexively got up to leave himself, then instantly recalled Jennifer's instructions. His Goddess's instructions: stay there another 10 minutes. She had his location. He needed to stay put, to obey her. To show her that he was worthy of her trust, regardless of the explicit control she had over him. So much control given to her, in just a few days. How did this all happen?

Eric sat there. He wondered if he was allowed a coffee now that she was gone? No, surely not. She had just told him no purchases without her approval. Should I ask for the chance to buy a coffee? Why would she say no? Or would she say no, just to exert her power over him. She would. He knew she would. He sat there quietly, and took out his phone to plan out his day. He saw the email at the top of his inbox, with her transition plan for him to take on her work. Again, he swallowed hard. As he reviewed it, he realized the first five days would be manageable. After that, the pace became notably more intense. He would find a way to get it done; he always found a way to excel at work, no matter the challenge. Five more minutes sitting there.

Okay, focus. Tasks, Eric. Be clear. Keys, copies. Do that first, to maximize your time. Goddess Jennifer wants her work done as soon as possible, with a hard stop at 7pm. Work through lunch, you can hammer out her simpler tasks. Look into how we leverage AI to automate some of the more menial items, likely feasible. Buy an AirTag, adjoining keychain case, & set it up. What else, what else, what else? What had she said? No orgasms, no stroking.

That familiar rush invaded his tiny cock, as Eric wondered about the denial he'd so readily accepted for his new dominant. None ever? Don't worry about ever; focus on today. No touching today, because she will know if you do. She will know, somehow. Time's up-- time to go.

Eric hurried out of the coffee shop, got the keys done quickly, now with an AirTag in-hand, and up to his office. Hours flew by in minutes. He finished his work, and Jennifer's, with a full hour to spare before the 7pm deadline. He took out his phone, but stopped himself. He realized it would be a failure to message his Goddess to let her know he had finished ahead of schedule. He froze, unsure whether to break protocol and communicate his accomplishments to her, or let it go unnoticed in obedient silence. He weighed both options, and in that silence a ping broke his floundering.

"Jennifer: Status update on your work, pet." her text read. So dry, so demanding. Eric's tiny cock sprung up and began to twitch at her six little words to him. He grabbed his phone to reply.

"Eric: Thank God, Goddess. I was debating whether or not to text you. I finished all of our work 12 minutes ago exactly. I have also prepared all of your work specifically in such a way that you can review my additions, changes, and suggestions to them. I have also taken the liberty to create an executive summary of those changes in a single page to simplify your review."

Eric was beaming with pride. He was so hopeful that his extra proactivity would go over well with her. She might even let him stroke later tonight after their trip to that shop. Oh right, he had been meaning to search what kind of specialty store it was. Oh well, he could do so later. He saw that she was typing to answer:

"Jennifer: Are you now giving me work to do?"

Eric read her words, feeling the dread overtake him. He knew he'd misstepped. He didn't know what to say, how to answer. He felt trapped, and nausea overtook him. She began typing again.

"Jennifer; Answer me."

He stared at the words, mortified. They stared back. He knew leaving her hanging was even worse, so his fingers began to shape any semblance of a justification.

"Eric: Goddess, no. I only meant to give you a way to check my completion of the work. If you read through the executive summary, you will see it is a low-effort audit of my completing all that you asked of me."

Those three little dots appeared. They hovered there for some time. Clearly, she was writing more than just a short thought. That didn't sit right with Eric. Every second passing as they kept floating in that bubble dancing terrified him more and more at what she might say. Suddenly, a message burst onto his screen.

"Jennifer: Your messages are filled with failure. You disappoint me. More than that, failure disgusts me. It has no place in my life. So, those who fail me-- those who pollute my life with failure-- must learn that is unacceptable. I must train failure out of you. You will do better, or I will punish and then discard you. And trust me, at this point, even this early on, being discarded by me and losing access to my perfection will be far worse than any punishment. So, this is your chance to learn. I will never be this generous with you again, so you will savour this kindness from me. Each failure brings with it a consequence. To use your own phrasing: let us review.

It is not "the", "our" or "my" work. It is yours. Your work. I will not review anything. Never describe it as anything else. Never ask me to involve myself with it. The point of commanding you to do it is I do not have to do it, think about it, or involve myself in anyway because I have you to do so to the excellent degree that I deserve. The only time you mention it is when I ask, as earlier: simply with "Done, Goddess."

There is never a debate whether to text me. You do not text me without permission, unless I have explicitly changed that rule (which I won't). You are a successful executive and a grown male (supposedly). Govern yourself with the self-control and autonomy that has gotten you to where you are. If unsure, you will use the time in which we are speaking to ask questions that inform those periods where we are not.

Questions, uncertainty, and neediness are inherent burdens on your Goddess. You exist to alleviate the burdens that already exist in my life, not to add new ones.

I know this is a fair bit to process. Read, and answer in 30 seconds, now pet."

Eric didn't need the 30 seconds. In just a few, he'd devoured her merciless truths and replied, "Yes, understood and agreed on all fronts, Goddess Jennifer. Failure is not my trade, nor will it ever be. I will succeed for you. I will become a success for you, by the virtue of your control." Eric hit send without reviewing his words, and reading them back they felt a tad poetic. He'd hoped she'd enjoy that, and not be further annoyed.

She replied, "Jennifer: Now, that is three failures. You have shown you can send when told, but this goes beyond simple obedience. It is important you grasp the gravity of your incompetence. So each offence will be $100. If you resist, there will be new consequences, both increasingly financial, and otherwise. Trust me that you do not want to learn what otherwise entails, pet. Send it in the next 60 seconds to avoid further risk."

For the prior experience Eric had in this exposed position to her, his body still shuddered in paralysis. How could he let himself get to this point? As he panicked at the lunacy of it all, a voice crept to the forefront of his mind, overtaking that hysteria: a sense of shame. Not for the situation itself, but that he failed his Goddess three times so swiftly. He let her down. He could have done better, and did not. In a world where he prided himself on his ability, his intellect, his acumen... he fell short.

As his servile self reconciled the ways in which he must improve, his hands lept to the task of righting the wrongs with which he'd affronted her. In seconds after her message appeared, his speed-reading had prompted his fingertips to comply and unflinchingly send her $300. That same panic still stirred beneath the surface in him, but gradually it calmed as this submissive steadfastness grew within him. It was only $300; a drop in the bucket of his years-long savings and handsome white collar income. Pleasing her mattered so much more. It was all that mattered to him.

He replied to her, "Eric: 3 x $100 sent, for each failure. Thank you for the correction, and for the clarity Goddess. I will do better for you. I promise."

Her bubble appeared quickly, "Jennifer: Good boy, Eric. I like when you thank me. Head to Lola's. Best bring your other errands for me. Remember, any deviation means more repercussions. Do not answer. Be on time. Please your Goddess."

Eric re-read the words countless times. He relished them... every single bit of contact with Jennifer felt like some new, fulfilling reward. In his bones, he needed to get back into her good graces. He sprang into action. He made sure he had all that he needed:

The key copies and AirTag ready to be paired to his Goddess's phone.

The work completed, with proof on a thumb drive (though he wouldn't mention it again; only have it ready in case she asked him).

He made his way to the location that she had instructed: Lola's. He had pulled it up on Google while en route, and realized it was an "adult interest" business. He'd never been to a sex shop, so he had very little idea what to expect beyond the odd bit of boyish gossip he had overheard ages ago in his teens. He arrived at the store front, and saw Jennifer waiting for him. He checked his watch again to be absolutely sure he was not late. He was early. Only, she was earlier. Maybe that was all part of her plan, to show him that she was always one step ahead no matter his attempts to show initiative. Should he endeavor to be even earlier than her, or not try to outshine? He scolded his wandering thoughts: don't overthink, just focus. Listen to her.

"Hello, Goddess Jennifer. Here are the tasks and items as you requested them." Eric said, again with a sense of pride at having this chance to do well for her, and fix his standing in her eyes. He held out a manilla envelope containing the copies of all of his keys clearly labelled on a cute keychain with the AirTag as well.

Without a word, Jennifer took the envelope from him with an expressionless face. She did not open it, nor check the contents in any way. She looked up at him, as his eyes eagerly met hers. "I did not give you permission to speak. I want you to hand me your wallet." she said.

Eric sank. Yet another misstep. Sheepishly, he took out his wallet, and handed it to her silently.

"Now, you only have $50 here. That is... pathetic. Wouldn't you agree, pet? Answer." she purred.

Eric jumped to respond, "Yes, pathetic Goddess. So pathetic. How can I do better?"

"Well," Jennifer mused, "I will start by taking this $50. You will always have $1,000 in your wallet cash. If I extract any of that for myself, you will replenish the missing remainder within the hour. Failure to do so... Well, you know: consequences. For tonight, no need. Starting tomorrow, I expect that to be the case at all times. Am I clear? Again, answer."

Eric closed his eyes and bowed his head as he had been previously told to do, "Yes, Goddess. Clear, thank you. Both for taking my $50, and for the new instructions."

"No. That is *my* $50. Make the mistake of pretending my money is ever yours again, and you will learn harshly how to distinguish the two. Your money no longer exists. It is all my money. What I allow you to keep is my gift to you, and for which you will show me gratitude. Now, be quiet, nod, and follow me like a good puppy." she said as she strode into the store. Eric nodded and followed, embarrassed at how often he was fumbling in his words and actions for her.

As Jennifer walked in ahead of him, Eric quickly noticed that the store was empty. More than that, Jennifer made a b-line for the only person in the entire place. As Eric's head swiveled around taking in the bright colours, lights, and boisterous music, he also heard Jennifer greet the woman across from her warmly. Eric was taken aback by how brazenly everything was laid out: dildos, strap-ons, vibrators, costumes, loops, hooks, and shafts of all sorts in configurations he could have never even imagined. Lubes, lotions, creams, and glitters lined every aisle with countless other deviant fascinations. Eric realized why they were here now. His fixation in pleasing Jennifer, completing his tasks, and bettering his failures had him completely blind to this now obvious reality: Jennifer wanted to bring toys into their new rapport. The question overwhelming him now, as he stood silently in the entranceway of this kink emporium... was which ones, and how?