Test of Fate - Chapter 2

Kailynn took a deep breath at her classroom's threshold. She had thought about wearing a scarf, but after making such a big deal about her birthday the day before, everyone would know what a scarf would be hiding. And hiding would just make it worse. It didn’t matter if she was marked a submissive. She was still the top of the food chain in school. All she had to do was act like it. She pushed the door open.

“Hey Kaily–n-nn,” Amity exclaimed, her voice faltering as her eyes dropped to her neck. The buzz of conversations lulled substantially upon her entrance, as loud, public conversations turned into hushed, private ones. Kailynn ignored it, taking her time to enter and sit at her desk. She could feel the sharks in the water, and she was determined not to bleed.

“Hey girl,” Kailynn responded, finally taking her spot beside her friend. 

“A-are you okay?” Amity whispered, leaning in.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“B-because,” Her eyes darted to the brand around her neck, before quickly returning eye contact. “Because you…”

“Oh, that. Yeah, it's fine. I’m positive it was a mistake. I’m sure someone will come correct it soon. They can’t afford to waste me as a subservient.” 

“O-oh right, that makes sense. I’m sure they will!” Amity smiled. But her hesitancy was not lost on Kailynn. But she didn’t need her to believe it. She’d prove her wrong just like everybody else.

–

Rrringgg! Kailynn stretched. Morning classes were finally over. For the most part, sitting tall and acting like nothing happened seemed to be working. As each teacher came in, there was a moment of shock as they noticed, before they carried on like nothing happened. Aside from Mr. Braxton. After he noticed, he gave her a slow look up and down with a smile that made her skin crawl. 

“Hey, squeak.” Kailynn caught Liam at his desk as the class was dispersing for lunch. He looked up at her, barely visible through his disheveled hair. “Grab my lunch and bring it back here, I don’t feel like trekking to the cafeteria today. I forgot my wallet too, so you gotta pay for it.”

“I–”

“Oh, and an extra carton of milk. 2%.” Kailynn gave his table a quick double rap with her knuckles, signaling him to get to it. She turned and left, not giving him a moment to protest. Of course, she hadn’t actually forgotten her wallet. She never had. But she often used that excuse to pull a free meal out of the timid little mouse. And after a day of having her brand eyed by everyone, she needed an extra burst of morale. 

She left the classroom and made her way to her locker. She had to grab a couple books for her afternoon classes. Even though she never used them, not having them always resulted in a scolding. And that kind of attention was something she would rather avoid.

Kailynn could feel the change as she walked the halls. Eyes on her were nothing new. But there was a change. They weren’t aweing her beauty or pleading for her attention. They were eyeing her down. Undressing her with their glances. The normal fear and respect she commanded was slowly eroding into a lust for her. And a lust that suddenly felt far more attainable. 

“Collar looks good on you.” Kailynn heard a smug voice from behind her shoulder. She had a bottom locker, causing her to kneel every time she had to exchange books. She turned to see who approached her, but was instead matched head level with a crotch that was far too close. She pulled back, nearly bashing her head against her locker. She slid up her locker, barely able to stand without pressing against him. It was Brock, one of the stuck-up varsity wrestlers, and two of his lackeys behind him.

“Aww don’t stand up, babe, you were right where you were supposed to be.” He leaned in, towering over Kailynn as he put an arm up against the lockers behind her. Her head was pressed against the wall, unable to retreat for any personal space. But she didn’t shrink back, matching his eye contact sternly.

“Can I help you?” Kailynn kept her eyes locked on his, letting her clear disdain ice her tone. 

“Nope, but I can help you.” He gave her a cocky grin that nearly made her groan. “I know what subservients aren’t allowed to do, and I got a deal for you.” His cocky grin turned lustful as he leaned closer, looking her up and down. 

“Not interested.” Kailynn tried to walk away, but he slid his arm down the lockers, blocking her path. He leaned close enough that she had to turn away, lest his lips would’ve pressed hers. She took a breath as she heard him smell her hair.

“C’mon, yes you are, babe. All you have to do is get on your knees and suck me off, and I'll drop the 500 on you.” He took his other hand, taking a strand of her hair and running his fingers through it. Clearly, disdain was not working. 

“Really? You promise?” Kailynn sweetened her voice, turning her head to match his with the widest doe eyes she could muster. 

“I promise, babe.” Brock grinned, sliding a hand down to the band of his pants.

“But this is only a one time thing?” Kailynn continued, dolling her voice all the while.

“Nah babe, you’ll be my personal blow toy.”

“But how am I supposed to suck you off again, after the first time when I bite it off.” Kailynn’s submissive voice broke into abrupt anger. Brock stuttered back, finally releasing her from the lockers.

“Fucking psycho bitch,” Brock pulled the band of his pants back up. “No one’s gonna pay a single credit for you.” He turned around, leading his group back through the halls.

“I can’t help it, it's just a habit,” Kailynn responded in her best innocent, cutesy voice. “I eat a lot of baby carrots.” She wiggled her pinkie at him, pulling some repressed laughter from his following troupe and a couple passing students. He didn’t turn back, only hurrying his pace down the hall.  

“Fucking tool,” Kailynn whispered under her breath as they disappeared from view, turning back to her locker. She finished grabbing her books and slammed the door shut. As if she’d ever even consider kneeling for a creep like him, no matter how… pent up she got…

Kailynn rested a hand against the soft tattoo circling her neck, slowly sliding her finger against her smooth skin. It felt like nothing was there. But clearly, things had changed. No one ever dared to do that to her before. But just one little collar tattoo was all that was needed to set them loose.

Kailynn shifted on her legs, flattening her skirt. She felt the soft tingle between her thighs. The same one that had begun to creep its way in since the night before.

Kailynn had finished every night before bed for years. It was such a built in part of her routine, the moment she got in bed, a throbbing need ignited through her core, already expecting what was certain to come. But last night was the first night she couldn’t, and her body was not being very understanding.

She clenched her thighs, ordering her body to push the need from her mind. She didn’t take orders from anyone, or anything! Not even her own body.

The bell rang, snapping Kailynn from her trance. Kailynn shook a little life back to her limbs, before taking off for class. Sitting on her desk like clockwork, was a wrapped turkey hoagie roll, a chocolate chip cookie, and two cartons of 2% milk. At least some things never changed. Kailynn smiled, took her seat, and began eating as her afternoon classes started. 

– 

Kailynn closed her room door, leaning against it. The rest of the day had gone by without incident, but she was exhausted. She tossed her bag on the floor and flopped on her bed, absentmindedly rubbing the ring around her neck. Something which was quickly becoming a habitual tic. She turned to her side, eyeing the mark in the mirror. 

She rolled to her back, popping the net up onto a floating window, displayed through her eyes by her neuralink.

Switching from subservient to dominant

She searched, scrolling through the results. The first was a direct post from the Ministry of Development. It was a corporate rehash of the lecture she was given at evaluation. All evaluations are final in order to keep costs low, and that if you were assigned as a subservient, it means you are a subservient deep down. There is no such thing as a mistake.

No. There had to be something else. She backed out, starting another search

Mistakenly evaluated as subservient

Kailynn’s eyes lit up. Actual results! She clicked on the first.

So i just got evaluated today, and they said I was a subservient. I was really hoping for dominant though, and I’m pretty sure I should have gotten it. What should I do?

Kailynn scrolled down to the comments

-Nothing, you’re a subservient, stop fooling yourself

-There is no, “should’ve gotten it,” the tests are perfect, you’ll see.

-don’t worry, you got exactly what you deserve

Kailynn groaned. No way they all really think that, right? Do they seriously believe there are never any mistakes? She was definitely a mistake! Kailynn clicked on the poster's profile. They had a lot of posts. Kailynn began scrolling up their profile, slowly reading their titles:

-10 weeks ago: I got assigned subservient, but I don’t think I am. Please help?

-10 weeks ago: Is there a way to swap from subservient to dominant?

-9 weeks ago: Are there any easy ways to earn orgasms? 

-8 weeks ago: It’s getting hard to stay focused at work, can I get orgasm permission through work to stay productive?

-6 weeks ago: Fired from job, I can’t think, how do i get orgasms??

-5 weeks ago: will suck cock for orgasms, please dm

-5 weeks ago: do dominants have to keep their word to subservients?

-3 weeks ago: I suck you off. fuck me anywhere. I dont fucking care just please actually buy an orgasm for me???? Dm please!!!!!

-2 weeks ago: will do anything to cum. Contract link in post. Idc who, just own me. I’ll serve you perfect. Please dm!!!!!!

-1 week ago: Final post

Kailynn felt her nerves growing with every post. She hovered over the final post, before finally clicking it.

A picture of a girl popped up, grinning with a cock resting on her face, and cum covering nearly every inch of her completely exposed body. Kailynn’s thighs pressed together.

Felicity will not be posting again. She’s happy in her new role, and has better things to focus on than keeping up with her online status.  –Felicity’s new owner.

Kailynn stared at the floating monitor. She felt her core twinge with arousal.

“No fucking way!” Kailynn shouted to her empty room, instantly closing out of the girl's profile. That wasn’t going to be her. It wasn’t! She kept searching. Profile after profile. Testimony after testimony. Each was the same. An endless string of girls ending up on their knees. Even a few guys ending up in cages. It didn’t matter, every one of them was the same!

Each time she found a new person who claimed to be mistakenly marked subservient, watching their online profile slowly collapse into their new fate hammered another nerve wracking nail into her coffin. Just one. Please let her find just one person who managed to get switched to dominant!

–

Kailynn closed the net in defeat. She had searched for hours, and hadn't found a single person. Not even a single mention of someone escaping the tattooed collar. She felt wetness between her thighs as she shifted on her bed. A sensation that nearly startled her. Her hand slipped down beneath her skirt and pressed against her panties. They were completely soaked. 

The moment she felt the pressure of her finger tips, a burning jolt of desire shot through her. Spending the last few hours so completely focused on the net, she hadn’t realized her body had slowly begun to crave more attention. Her finger pressed down harder, softly beginning to trace a circle before she pulled her hand off in a huff.

“Stupid fucking subservient laws,” Kailynn pouted to herself. She wasn’t a subservient. Her body was just used to cumming every night, and that’s why she felt so… She groaned, pushing herself up from her bed. She could block it out if she wanted. And she was going to prove it.

Kailynn slowly trekked through her empty, quiet home. Her parents ran one of the largest international banking firms in existence. But this required them to spend a vast majority of their time overseas. Rather than uproot her life for travel, they decided to simply buy her a floor apartment and allow her to live alone. 

The entire 33rd floor of the apartment complex was under Kailynn’s name. It was only accessible by a biometrically locked elevator, and a little over 3000 square feet of an open-style luxury home. The glass floor-to-ceiling windows rounding the entire apartment overlooked the glistening neon of the city, lighting her apartment in a cool blue glow, gentle enough to walk around in the night without flipping a switch.

Kailynn grabbed a brush off the bathroom counter, slowly working her way up towards her roots in progressively longer strokes. Once her hair was completely smooth, she stripped off her uniform.

Her shower was glassless. It was simply a large tiled square with rainfall shower heads from the ceiling. It was positioned alongside the edge of the building, with a glass window overlooking the city. The bottom half of the window was transitioned to privacy glass, allowing only a blurred silhouette of her body to be visible, while her view of the sea of lights remained unobstructed. 

Kailynn took a much colder shower than usual. Every time her mind began to wander towards the posts she read, or the growing ache between her legs, she’d drop the temperature. Attempting to jolt her system out of the thought patterns like a shock collar. She finished her shower shivering. 

She grabbed a towel, quickly drying herself before wrapping it around her dripping hair. She stared into the unfogged mirror, eyeing down the curves of her body. Her mind flashed to the girl’s post, seeing herself kneeling and covered in–

“Fuck!” Kailynn shouted, storming from the bathroom. She tossed her towel to the floor, flipping her still damp hair over the back of the couch as she flopped against it. That wasn’t going to be her. She flipped on the TV.

Nearly a wall sized light sprang to life, basking the room in its glow. Surround sound speakers from within the walls of the living room played entirely immersive audio of a cybernetics advertisement. Kailynn pulled up a tab on her neural link, scrolling through her social media feeds as the TV consumed the white noise of the room.

Kailynn stopped scrolling. Gianna's had a new post! She clicked it. Her eyes widened as the model sprung to her screen. It was a gorgeous girl with a short black and white bob, modeling an exquisite white dress. It had slits going up both of the legs, continuing past the hips and exposing the girl's underboob, before passing through the top neckline, dividing the dress into 3 visually distinct sections. Then, to hold the sections in place, white straps zigzagged across her body, latching the dress to her curves. The combination of smooth, pristine white material and straps gave the dress an elegant, yet teasingly erotic appeal.

She was infatuated. She loved everything about it. Gianna’s was her favorite clothing line. They produced the highest quality attire, always leaning into the added allure clothing can give a girl, turning the ability to be desired into a superpower for achieving your will. They were the company Kailynn wanted to sign with the most.

Kailynn thought back to her evaluation day, repeating the options she was given by the mountain man. Two weeks to find a job, or six weeks to find a dominant to serve. Her brow creased in anger. Who cares if they screwed up her test and put her subservient. Modeling wasn’t a government job, nor one of particularly high power standing. There was no reason she couldn’t still do what she wanted!

She clicked on their advertisement link, bringing her to Gianna’s home page. She navigated their website until she found what she was looking for: Job openings. 

Are you dominant or a subservient?

Kailynn growled… She clicked dominant. She was greeted by an assortment of sample modeling. Girls modeling dresses and outfits. Girls modeling makeup products. Girls modeling jewelry. Even links to other companies which Gianna’s would lease their models too, spreading their models’ recognizability, along with Gianna’s.

She scrolled through their options, oohing and awing at the beauty of every aspect of the site. The models, the clothes, the photography. Once she finished viewing all the options, she scrolled up to the job she desired. The job she had always desired. A clothing and fashion model. 

Error: You have a subservient employment block installed. This job is Grade E level employment, and is unavailable to subservients without the required permission granted by a contracted dominant. If you have a contracted dominant willing to give permission, please scan their neuralink for their dominant identification code. Otherwise, please view our job listings available for uncontracted subservients!

Kailynn collapsed back, sinking deep into the couch cushion. She stared at the message for a while. There was no way she was ever gonna contract herself. She rubbed her hand against the tattoo rounding her neck. At least Gianna’s had options for subservients. She clicked on the link to view their listings.

“Oh God!” Kailynn squeaked, her face instantly flushing red. She was immediately greeted by a barrage of exposed models. Girls modeling the most revealing lingerie. Girls modeling various bdsm equipment and poses. Girls squirming while playing with various toys and products. All of them with a black band collaring their necks.

Kailynn forced herself to look through every listing, hoping with each new listing, the next would be a little more dignified. But it never was. Kailynn’s cheeks burned with defiance. There was no way she could model like this! Everyone she knew would be able to see her completely exposed and… and showing herself off whenever they wanted! From her friends, to leering, lustful jackasses like Brock. She could never! She would never debase herself like that…

She closed their website, trying to use her anger to quell the ever growing arousal she felt, which was in no way aided from viewing a countless number of sexual models. She felt the wetness she was trying to ignore continuing to grow, licking the inside of her silken thighs. She shoved off the couch. She just needed to go to bed. It would be better in the morning.

–

Kailynn rolled in her bed. She turned to her nightstand. 03:32. She grabbed an extra pillow, pressing it into her face as she groaned. Her body was still hard coded into cumming every night, and it was not letting her sleep without it. Every time her mind quieted as it began to shut down for the night, the lack of distraction allowed her arousal to pour back through her body. Without a thought, her legs would clench and her hands would slip down to meet them. Every time, she would stop them before they reached their destination. But with each pulsing wave, they got closer and closer.

Kailynn’s neuralink beeped. She had an unread notification. She opened her message board, watching it appear floating above her bed. 

1 new message from: Anonymous

Another confession? Kailynn thought to herself. She had received dozens of these in the past. Classmates who wanted to confess to her, but didn’t want to be known unless she responded positively. Spineless puppies, too afraid to face the consequences of their desires. Since she was up, she might as well decline them now. She clicked on the message.

The moment she did, hundreds of windows filled her vision. Moans filled her ears as each window showed a girl convulsing in pleasure, cumming in all various manners. 

“What the F–” Kailynn closed a window, and another. Each window took only a moment to close, but it required her to focus on it. Taking in the video for a moment before it disappeared. All the while, her audio was flooded by the fusion of moans from every window, layering on top of each other in a storm of ecstasy.

It took nearly a minute for Kailynn to close every window. A minute which caused the insides of her thighs to slicken. Every video was filled with exactly what she craved most. Reminding her over and over of what she couldn’t have. Once the final video closed, she saw a follow up message the person sent.

That’ll be you. You have no self control.

“Seriously?!” Kailynn furiously cleared the message, wishing the anger in her thoughts could do more than simply delete it. “I have self control!” She fumed to herself. What did this random person know?! She knew herself better. No one was stronger than her. And she’d prove it.

Kailynn closed her messaging board, taking the time to fully disconnect her neuralink from the net, just in case that message had more inside it than a popup trojan. She’d scan for viruses tomorrow, but in the meantime, knowing there were no peering eyes was enough.

Defiant as ever, Kailynn slid a hand beneath the covers. She had willpower. She pressed her fingers against her clit. The touch was electric, causing her back to arch a bit from her bed. She began rubbing, slow circles as she counted each one. One. Two. Three…

50 times. That was all she was giving herself. With each circle her breath deepened. She had been careful not to touch, unwilling to cave to her body's commands. But being the first time she really allowed herself to touch since evaluation, her body was far past ready.

48. 49. 50.

Kailynn pulled her hand away. Her hips lifted off the bed for a moment, allowing her clit to hungrily follow her hand’s departure, but she quickly pulled them back to the bed. She stifled a moan in her throat.

“See?” Kailynn whispered to herself. She crossed her arms, tapping a finger restlessly against her arm. Self control. She could stop herself easily! No problem at all. She scoffed thinking back to the anonymous messenger’s comment. They didn’t know anything about her.

Kailynn fixed her blanket, kicking her feet to straighten out the lower corners before pulling its edge above her bare shoulders. And just like that, she was going to stop and go to bed. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes…

It had felt amazing though… She had almost forgotten how intoxicating touching could be. She returned to her back. Maybe she’d touch for a bit longer. She clearly had the willpower to stop, so what was the harm in enjoying the sensation for a bit longer?

She let her fingers slide back. She had the willpower, so might as well do 100 this time. 

Kailynn softly bit her lip as the sensation returned, her chest gently shifting the blanket as her breath quickened. A quiet moan slipped from her lips, barely audible despite the dead quiet of her blackened room. Her fingers sped, each circle slowly raising the speed of the next. 

98. 99. 100!

Kailynn pulled her fingers off. Her core tightened, tensing the muscles down to her toes as she held her hips back from following once again. She slid her hands up, clasping them together above her heart. Her knuckles whitened slightly. 

Once again, no problem. Kailynn complimented herself, reinforcing her control over the now more aggressive ache between her legs.

However, her frustration was growing. Just touching felt… hollow. She knew she couldn’t cum, but her body still ached for more. Each gentle teasing circle only caused her to feel needier. She needed something… harder. Something to give her just a little bit of satisfaction. 

“Just one edge.” She whispered to herself. “You can stop.” Her fingers eagerly returned. Her hips lurched as she touched once again. They began ever so softly rocking against her fingers, tempting them to press harder and harder. 

Kailynn’s toes curled. Her lower lip clenched in her teeth as her head rolled back. She was so close now. So close! She pulled her fingers off.

“Mfff,” Kailynn whispered, allowing her knees to knock as she held her hands in the air, tightly clenching her straightened fingers as she raised her hands, like she was surrendering her clit at gunpoint. 

Her hips rocked as she clenched on the edge, over and over as her body urged her to continue. But her hands held back, allowing her hips to slow as the edge began to fade. 

She let out a long sigh. The need she had. For something hard, something even slightly satisfying? The edge satisfied it. It felt incredible. Her body buzzed with pleasure, and the need to touch slowly began to lessen. She could do this. This was enough, and she had full control. She could stop herself at the edge. She knew it. 

She fixed her blanket once again. She had proved herself. She chuckled softly, embarrassed for the person who sent that message. It was smart of them to send it anonymously. Saved them the shame of looking like an idiot. 

Kailynn rolled to her side, smiling at her victory. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over her. But after a few minutes, she was still awake.

She felt the ache of her clit begin to claw its way back. Her thighs gently rubbed together.

“Okay, one more.” She sighed to herself. The satisfaction she felt after her last edge, the window where her body felt a lull of need from allowing it the attention it desired? She would edge one more time, and then fall asleep during that window. She held back easily last time. It was fine to give herself one more.

The moment her fingers touched her clit again, something felt slightly different. The need was deeper. Heavier. But it made the satisfaction of touching that much more euphoric. 

Kailynn moaned, spreading her legs wide as her hips softly pressed up against her finger. The edge came quickly.

She pulled her hand off, yanking a soft whimper from her throat. Her hips bucked, and she moaned with pleasure as the edge throbbed through her. She felt the satisfaction she was searching for, but deep underneath it, there was something else too.

It was like a tiny itch. A gentle tingle that asked politely to be satisfied. The pleasure of the edge began to fade, but the tickling buzz remained. Just a few quick touches to satisfy it. Then bed.

She pressed against her clit, pushing hard as she gave a few slow rubs. It felt indescribable. The pleasure of the touch scratched the itch perfectly. She groaned with relief, before pulling her fingers off again.

The moment her fingers were gone, the little itch returned. And it returned just a hair stronger. 

One more edge. She stopped fine last time. She already proved she had the self control required. And an edge would scratch that itch completely. Just one more. Then bed. 

Kailynn began rubbing again. A new furiosity was in her fingers, pressing harder and faster. The more stimulation she gave herself, the more she felt relief. Like scratching a mosquito bite. 

“Ffffuck,” Kailynn whispered as she left her clit throbbing on the edge once again. She bit her lip, letting a whimpered breath escape through her nose. She was right. The itch was gone!

Until it wasn’t.

Before the contractions of her edge had vanished, the itch began clawing its way back in. She groaned, clenching her hips as they bucked, trying to squeeze it from her throbbing clit.

She had stopped again. She’d earned another.

Her touches became more erratic. She stopped herself on the edge again. And again. And again. Every time she felt like she got it. She was finally satisfied. But then the itch would return, stronger than before.

Touching no longer scratched it like it used to. It began sinking deeper and deeper, tickling just underneath her finger as she rubbed, convincing her to rub harder and harder. Push the pleasure deeper and deeper, and only then would the itch fade. 

Sometimes she’d get a random burst of satisfaction, silencing the itch for a moment before it returned even stronger. Training her to continue desperately rubbing, searching for those moments of relief.

She kicked off her blanket. Her hips bucked furiously as she moaned, grabbing her chest the moment she hit each edge, trying to weasel out as much stimulation as she could without slipping over. But each time, it wasn’t enough. 

She couldn’t even track how many times she edged. Her breath was heavy, her butt and legs burned from the constantly tensing and bucking, and her fingers ached nearly as much as her clit. 

Tears welled in her eyes with every edge. Her touching became frazzled and panicked, desperately trying to silence the need between her legs, but somehow every touch fell tantalizingly short.

It was torture. A kind of torture she had never experienced. The need in her clit was unquenchable. Like an itch being scratched with a feather. But no matter how much worse it got, she couldn’t pull the feather away. 

“I can’t, I can’t!” Kailynn whimpered, tears beading in her eyes. Her clit couldn’t take another disappearing act. The itch would consume her completely. Her fingers glued to her clit, pressing hard enough to ache through her need. She rubbed frantically, a desperate haze completely fogged her mind, tingling through every pore of her skin. 

“Fuckkk!!!” Kailynn screamed. Convulsions pulsed through her as she came, rubbing harder and harder with every wave of pleasure. Her vision faded, lungs seizing with every shake of the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her thighs clenched around her hand, determined to never let her fingers escape again, curling her into a convulsing fetal position.

She nearly passed out. The relief and pleasure was indescribable, finally scratching an itch that had tormented her for hours. The tingling ecstasy buzzed throughout even the tips of her fingers. It took her nearly a minute of frozen breaths before the afterglow of pleasure finally began to subside.

And as it did, it was replaced by sheer panic.

Kailynn quickly reconnected her neuralink. She opened her notifications tab, laying frozen in the dark as she eyed it. As if a single movement would out her. As if a single breath would notify the Ministry.

She laid in perfectly still silence, stifling even the need of deep breaths as her body recovered from its world breaking orgasm.

But nothing came. Five minutes passed. Then ten. And still nothing. 

Kailynn let a nervous laugh break free, as the rush of relief broke through her panic. They must not be able to tell she came since she was disconnected from the net!

Kailynn let out a giggling sigh, running her fingers through her hair. She could do this. She could live as a subservient. With this loophole, she would make it work. She’d find a way to work herself up to the jobs she wanted. Satisfy her own needs offline, and never cave to a dominant. With the ability to cum now, she could make it. She was assertive enough to deal with a thousand Brocks. And once she proved herself at another modeling agency, Gianna’s would be begging to have her model from them, subservient or not.

Kailynn kicked her feet out, straightening her blanket once again. She rolled to her side and closed her eyes.

–

The black glass of Kailynn’s room shifted transparent, allowing in the light of the morning sun. Kailynn stretched, enjoying the cool comfort of her silken sheets. Then her eyes shot open. She had a notification. She clicked it.

You have been summoned by: The Ministry of Development.