Jennifer entered the office the next day with a strong sense of shame and regret. She must have still been drunk yesterday to think it was a good idea to go to work in the state she was in. Not to mention her embarrassing outfit. Her coworkers asked if she felt better, but she knew they were all whispering and laughing behind her back. She’d just have to suck it up and move on. 

Back in her usual work attire (white blouse, blazer, suit pants), she was eager to do a good job and sent out Clint's splendid CV with the highest possible demands to all of their big partners. Jenny could already anticipate the bidding war. She was fully aware that all of those companies would compete to get Clint to sign with them. And once that was done, nobody would talk about her slip-up anymore, just her promotion. Since she had no client to meet today and she tried to avoid her coworkers, Jenny decided to grab a light salad from the place across the street and eat it at her desk. 

She felt confident that she was getting back on track, but then her boss came in, and he did not look happy.

"Jennifer, we need to talk…"

"About yesterday?"

"That, too."

"Of course, Bill... and, what else?"

"First of all, I want to apologize for shouting at you in front of everyone yesterday. We don't have to get into everything again, but I should have sent you home discreetly and not like this. Now... We received a bunch of complaints yesterday from your clients. Or rather, former clients, because apparently, you told them, and I quote, 'to screw themselves because you got a whale on the hook’ - Can you explain that?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I got this new client, and he is like the most advanced developer I have ever seen, a total genius, really. It just makes sense that I focus all my energy on him, you know?"

"No, Jennifer, I don't know. That doesn't make any sense, and you severely damaged this company's reputation with your stunt. This, together with what happened yesterday, is reason enough to fire you.” He paused for a moment.  "Are you even aware of that?"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Sadly, I'm not done. Because now, I’m also getting complaints from companies because you sent them the CV of a junior dev with barely any experience for highly advanced jobs. Is that your so-called 'whale'? A young man named Clint Armstrong, who worked in the business for barely three years?"

"I- Yeah, but he's really good! He can do anything! I swear to you, he is like the most talented and experienced developer on the planet!"

Bill sighed. "According to other sources, he's actually just your boyfriend."

"What? Oh, no wait, did Beth tell you that?"

"It doesn't matter, Jennifer. Fact is, you can not use your position to play favorites with your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"I don't care what he is, Jennifer. It really doesn't matter anymore. After all this, I can not employ you any longer. I'm sorry."

"What? No, wait, Bill, you can't do that to me. I-I just signed the lease for my new apartment. I... I need this job. Please, I'll do better, I promise!"

"Please don't cry now. I suggest you get out of here with some dignity. The decision has been made. You did too much damage, Jennifer… It's over."

***

Jennifer sat in her parked car again, a box with her things on the seat next to her. This time she didn't cry. She was just staring blankly ahead. She didn’t even know what to do now. None of this made any sense to her. She went through all the things her boss had said to her, playing them through her mind. 

Sure, she fucked up big time yesterday, but that alone wouldn't have gotten her fired. Beth’s big mouth and the false assumption that Clint was her boyfriend couldn’t be it, either. That was just a dumb joke and shouldn't matter, even if it were true. Which it totally wasn't! She might have slept with him three nights in a row, but that shouldn’t matter. It might count as pretty good customer service, if anything. Either way, that wasn't it. 

Admittedly, she did call all of her other clients and told them to screw themselves. She could see now, from a company point of view, how that was a problem. And the more she thought about it, the clearer it became to her that she never should have handled it like this, even though she didn't need them anymore. 

Jenny tried to remember why she told them off like this in the first place, and she faintly remembered that it was actually Clint's suggestion. Wasn’t it? 

Yeah, when he told her to do that, it seemed like the obvious thing to do! Strange… 

Then there was the other thing. Why couldn't their partners see that Clint was a top-tier candidate for their business? Why couldn't Bill see that? She checked her backseat and found a copy of Clint's CV. There it was. He had done three years in a web dev agency and knew the basics of PHP and HTML. Jenny shook her head and couldn’t understand how anyone could not be impressed by this. It was literally the best CV she had ever read.

She had to call someone. She thought of Miriam, but she couldn't actually talk with her about Clint. Besides, the thought of hearing Miri’s voice right now was already too exhausting. No, she needed to talk to Clint directly. Maybe he could help her understand what was going on. He would probably be devastated that he couldn't be her client anymore. She certainly felt horrible about it, especially after all the hoops she had to jump through. Jenny refocused, took a deep breath, and grabbed her phone.

She called him right away.

"Hey Jenny, how's it going?"

"Hey, Clint, I got some pretty bad news, actually. Do you have a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I... I just got fired."

"Fired? What, why?"

"Several reasons, and most of them have something to do with you, actually."

"Me? How come?"

"It's a long story. I was hoping we could talk in person?"

"Of course. Can you come over?"

"Yes, I can come right away. I feel pretty messed up. I hope that's not a problem. Oh, and I'm also still in my blazer and everything for work. Is that alright?"

"Hey, no worries, just come over. We will get to the bottom of this, and I promise you everything will be alright, yeah?"

"Sure... I'll be there in ten."

***

Jenny was still flabbergasted by the mansion that Clint owned. It looked even more impressive in daylight. Jenny wished an old lady would just give her all her money as well. She rang the bell at the gate, and Christina awaited her again at the door. 

Jenny dreaded this moment since she remembered some of the things they did when she was so drunk. Christina didn't seem to be fazed by this at all, though, and welcomed her in with warm words and a smile. Jenny followed the maid and wondered… 

This woman used to be a recruiter as well, she thought. Jenny had pitied her yesterday, but at least Christina had no choice. She was brainwashed into this life of servitude by Clint, not that there was anything wrong with that. 

Seeing Clint using his ring on the maid was a real turn-on for Jenny. She just felt ashamed that she didn't even have the same excuse for losing her job. 

Jenny followed the blonde through the corridor on the right this time. They entered a massive living room with a chimney. Clint stood there in front of the fire and tossed in another log. He turned around and smiled at the sight of them. 

"Your guest is here, master Clint," the maid said cheerfully. 

Clint said, "Thanks, Christina." He held out his hand, and his maid went down on her knee to kiss his ring. When she got up, Clint told her, "You may stay and watch." 

She smiled, "Thank you, master." 

Jenny approached him and asked, "Watch what?" 

Did he have something weird planned for her? She was not up for any shenanigans today. 

"Hello, Jenny," he said, and held out his hand to her, and Jenny knelt down, kissing his ring to say hello. The ring suddenly started glowing, and Jenny hesitated to get up again. "Forget what I just said and don't mind Christina. All that matters now is opening up to me. You trust me completely. You can tell me anything. You need me." 

Jenny got back up, and before she could say anything, she succumbed to her emotions and flung her arms around Clint. 

He stroked her back and gently soothed her. "Hey, it's okay. It's all gonna be alright." Jenny really needed this right now.

Clint and Jenny sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. Clint then moved closer to her, grabbed her legs, and turned Jenny 90 degrees, so that she could be more comfortable, resting her legs on his. He was a really nice guy. Clint placed one hand on her knee and the other on her face, where he gently caressed her. Jenny didn’t mind that, of course. Clint could always touch her whenever, wherever. 

He finally asked, "So, what happened at work?" and Jenny told him. 

She told him about her talk with Bill and her train of thought in the car. She didn’t want to upset Clint or accuse him of anything, but she concluded that it was all a bit strange that every single reason she was fired had to do with him somehow. 

She looked at him expectingly, but Clint just smiled at her, knowingly. Then he lifted his hand from her knee, and Jenny found herself staring down an endless tunnel of mesmerizing red light as she gazed into his ring right in front of her face. 

"It sounds like you sabotaged yourself there, Jennifer."

"It… does… but I didn’t mean to…"

"I think you did, Jenny. You wanted to get fired.”

"I… wanted to get fired."

"You didn't even realize it until now, but deep down, you hated that job. You really wanted to get out.”

"I really wanted out."

"That’s right. I didn’t do anything to make that happen. It’s not my fault."

"No, it’s not your fault. It was me..."

Jenny barely sensed anything anymore. She felt like she was weightless, or diving in the beautiful red light that was completely surrounding her. Her only sense of orientation came from a distant female sigh and Clint's voice. It vibrated deep in her brain and in her soul.

"But why do you think all of this started when you met me?"

"I… I really don’t know…"

"Deep down, you know."

"I… I do?”

"Yes, deep down you know that what you really want is a man to take care of you."

"A man to take care of me… that… would be nice."

"You always secretly wanted that, but you could never admit it. Not even to yourself."

"I was… afraid…"

"But now you think I could take care of you. I could be that man for you."

"You could be that man for me…"

"You want me to take care of you. I make you feel so safe and good, don’t I?"

"You really do, Clint."

"I make you feel so feminine, so soft, so relaxed…"

Jenny let out a sigh. She felt so good hearing Clint's voice while she floated in the red light. She was more comfortable than ever before, yet she also felt weak and vulnerable. She needed Clint now more than ever.

"So sexy, so meek, so submissive," he went on.

"So submissive…"

"You love it when I make you feel like this. You love it when I make you feel submissive."

"I love it when you make me feel submissive."

"You love to be submissive."

"I love to be submissive."

"You want to submit to me. "

"I want to submit to you."

"You will obey my commands."

"I will obey your commands."

"Obedience is bliss."

"Obedience is bliss."

"Submitting makes you feel good and horny."

"Submitting makes me feel good and horny."

"Resisting makes you feel bad."

"Resisting makes me feel bad."

Jenny opened her eyes and found herself on Clint’s couch. "Wha- What happened?" she asked and wiped some drool from her chin. How embarrassing! 

"You just closed your eyes there for a minute. All this stuff at work must have been really draining on you." Clint looked at her with a worried expression. He was such a good man. Jenny felt so comfortable and relaxed right now, she never wanted to get up again. "How do you feel now?"

"Good… Better." Jenny sat up a bit and smiled at Clint. He was so handsome. "I feel really good now. Thank you.”

He took her hand and said, "I didn’t do anything." 

"You are there for me,” she said, ” That's all I needed." 

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Jenny let it happen. It felt good. He was an amazing kisser, too. And he was amazing in bed, she thought incidentally.

She didn’t know exactly what to feel about Clint, but in this short time, she had admittedly come to know and like him a lot. She hadn’t felt this confused about a man in a long time. This didn’t feel like love or a crush. It wasn’t the romantic movie kind of love that she usually longed for, but something was definitely there. 

Clint stopped kissing her. "Stand up in front of me." 

Jenny was slightly confused to hear him say that. She also wasn’t sure if she liked the commanding tone he used all of a sudden. Nonetheless, Jenny already turned her legs, and got up from the couch. She didn’t even think about it; she just did it. 

Then she turned to him and asked, "What’s going on?" 

Clint firmly said, "Strip." 

Jenny frowned, confused by his sudden personality change. What has gotten into him, suddenly? She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop it, that this wasn't the right time. But she found that she wasn't able to.

She also felt very tense right now. She didn’t see any reason or sense in this, but she felt a strong urge to get out of her blazer. A part of her brain told her to stop, but at the same time, she naturally wanted to do as Clint said. 

Her hands pulled the blazer back from her shoulders and over her arms. As it dropped to the floor, Jenny felt the tension fade away. This felt good. Almost too good. Why did it feel so good? 

She looked at Clint, still unsure if this was what she wanted, but her hands were already unbuttoning her blouse. Her face was still a sole expression of confusion. She forced herself to slow down at the button over her chest. Her breathing went faster. Clint looked at her expectantly. Jenny felt weak, looking into his eyes. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to.

The last button was open, she dropped the blouse, and felt much better. She finally got out of her shoes and unbuttoned her pants. They were so uncomfortable. She pulled them down and was left in her underwear. Jenny realized she was wet. Stripping for Clint like this had turned her on! The confusion on her face was joined by a sense of awe. She licked her lips and let her hands slide back to the clasp of her bra.

A conscious thought came into her head, telling her to stop. Telling her that she didn’t want this. Not really. The thought came too late to stop her from opening her bra, but now she hesitated again. Why should she expose herself like this in front of Clint now? Because he told her to? She had just lost her job, and this was how Clint handled her state of vulnerability? 

Her hands rested on her chest, holding her bra with both hands. She felt that tension again and a knot in her stomach. Clint raised an eyebrow. God, he was handsome. Jenny felt a strong urge to hug him again. She would feel so safe and good, but she had to strip first. Wait, no! The knot in her stomach got tighter, the tension spreading through her whole body. She had trouble breathing, and she couldn’t move anything besides her hands. Jenny couldn’t take it anymore and pulled the bra from her breasts and her shoulders. It dropped on the soft carpet. 

She exhaled deeply, feeling a wave of relaxation and happiness wash over her as she smiled dimly. The tension was gone completely, as well as the knot in her stomach. Jenny felt amazing now. She kept staring at Clint, who nodded in appreciation. He made her feel so sexy and feminine. She bit her lip seductively and finally pulled down her panties. Jenny was incredibly wet, just standing there and looking at Clint as if waiting for his next command. She never knew that being submissive could feel so good.

Clint stood and walked up to her. He put a hand around her neck and choked her gently while kissing her. Jenny relished that feeling. She wanted him to use her, to fuck her, right here, right now. Clint's other hand moved over her tits and her pussy. He put two fingers inside her, and Jenny was dripping. She wanted to give herself to Clint more than anything now. She lifted his t-shirt over his chest and was once more in awe of his perfect body. She kissed his chest while she freed him from his pants, his cock plopping out, fully erect. 

Clint grabbed Jenny by her hair and pulled her mouth to his nipple. She licked it and felt blissfully submissive. Then he pulled her back up again and let go of her. He said in the same commanding tone, "Turn around, get on your knees, and beg me to fuck you like a bitch in heat." 

Jenny didn’t even consider disobedience. She eagerly did as she was told, turned around, and got down on all fours. She spread her legs to show Clint her throbbing, shaved pussy. It was aching for him. Then she started begging.

As Clint slid into her, Jenny felt like an animal. Clint’s amazing cock gave her even more pleasure than last time. And the way he treated her was pure bliss.

Jenny moaned loudly as he slapped her ass. She never stopped begging for his cock. "Please fuck me, Clint! Oh, it feels so good!”

He slapped her ass once more. "Say you submit to me." He slapped her again 

"I submit to you!" she moaned as he thrusted. 

"Again."

She repeated "I submit," -thrust- "to you!" She kept repeating it, and Clint kept thrusting. "I submit!" -thrust- "To you!" 

Jenny felt such a rush that she didn’t have any thoughts or worries in the world. Her job was forgotten, and she didn’t care about money or her future. Right now, all that mattered was getting fucked by Clint and submitting. 

"I submit" -thrust- "to you!" 

"Now cum." 

Jenny moaned and was surprised that his words actually got her over the edge. She moaned as she came, and she felt Clint emptying his seed inside her.

***

Clint pulled out after a while and pulled Jenny up by her hair. She meekly complied and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Then he turned her around and picked her up, carrying her in his manly arms. Jenny didn't feel safe like this since she was little. She leaned her head on his strong chest and closed her eyes to embrace the moment. Clint could take care of her. It was all she wanted.

He sat down on the couch again, with Jenny curled up on his lap, her head still resting in his strong arm. He pulled his other arm away from under her legs, since they were supported by the couch now. He rubbed her belly and then cupped her left breast. Jenny just smiled at him adoringly and thought how nice this was. 

Clint said softly, "I want to take care of you, Jenny," as if he had read her mind. Jenny almost teared up as she smiled even brighter. She was so touched. "Would you like that, Jenny?" 

She whispered, "Yes." She wanted it so badly. 

"Then you should throw your clothes into the fire." 

"What? I don't understand..." 

"Your clothes were for your job. You don’t have that job anymore. You don't need to have a job anymore. So you should burn those clothes." 

Jenny was irritated by how extreme he took it. "I… I don’t think that’s a good idea, Clint. I got nothing else to wear..." He lifted his hand from her breast, and Jenny was instantly intrigued by his glowing red ring. 

"You want to renounce your old job, Jenny. It’s a great idea to burn your clothes.”

"It is a great idea." 

"It will set you free to live the life you always wanted." 

"The life I always wanted…" 

"Yes, you want to submit to me and let me take care of you. That’s what you truly want, isn't it?"

"Yes… I want to let you take care... of me."

"You will do as I say, won’t you?" 

"Yes." 

"You will submit?" 

"I will submit." 

"Then burn your clothes now."

Jenny nodded and saw clearly now how Clint was just so right. He helped her get up from his lap, and she picked up all the pieces from the floor: the 500-buck blazer she just bought last week, the pantsuit, the blouse, and even her underwear and shoes. In the end, it was all just stuff for a job. She had no use for it anymore. She walked up to the chimney and threw the pieces, one by one, into the fire. 

She watched her whole outfit burn down. A tear was running down her cheek, and she felt strangely emotional. Her former client embraced her from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her neck. Goosebumps everywhere. Good ones.

He whispered in her ear, "Good Girl."

***

Jenny woke up alone on Clint’s couch. She was naked, her clothes were gone, as was the fire. There was merely a glowing blaze of burnt wood and charred cloth. It was dark outside. She slowly got up and tried to remember what had happened after she had burnt her clothes. 

How did she fall asleep right after sex in the middle of the day? And why did Clint let her wake up alone like this? She had this strange sense of regret again, along with the acquainted feeling of having been used. Although what they did felt amazing at the moment, she wasn’t sure if she was completely herself earlier. 

And Clint… Jenny missed having his arms wrapped around her. She still didn’t really know how to feel about him. The sex was incredible, obviously, but he did make her feel all sorts of other good things, too. There was undeniably a big attraction between them, but it’s just been three wild days. It was too early to even think like that. On the other hand, Jenny didn’t hook up that often or as fast with anyone before, either. 

Jennifer was glad that she had burnt all her clothes. It was very symbolic and meaningful to her. The only problem was that she had nothing to wear now. On top of that, she was alone in a huge mansion with no clue where to go.

She sat around for a bit, feeling more and more exposed and insecure. Her purse, containing her phone and her keys, was not there anymore, either! She concluded that she had no choice but to search the mansion for Clint or his maid. And that was another thing - How could she consider dating someone who wanted to grow a harem on the side and turn girls into maids and sex slaves as a hobby? 

It was all a bit too surreal for her, even though two days ago, when she was drunk, she got a bit of a taste of what that life would look like. To her own surprise, Jenny actually enjoyed the threesome as far as she remembered and was now curious if she would do it again sober, given the chance. The thought of Jenny joining this harem stuff was not something she would ever do, though. 

She also never wanted a polygamous relationship before, and it was obvious that Clint was not up for monogamy. He was probably not looking for anything serious with her. Although Jenny did know that there was a deep connection of trust between them. She could tell him anything and really open up with him. And he would take care of her, no matter what kind of relationship they would have. That thought was deeply comforting. Now that he wasn’t her client anymore, their relationship was bound to change after all.

Jenny thought about where to go now. She hated being exposed like this and remembered the bathroom behind Clint's study. There were lots of towels in there. Something to wrap around her body would certainly make her feel better. She made her way through the hallway, covering her breasts and vagina, and rushed through until she was back at the entrance hall. She remembered that Clint's master bedroom was upstairs, but even that was a very dizzy memory. She had no recollection of how she ended up there. She rushed down the left hallway towards the study and arrived at the big door. 

She carefully opened it and entered the room. 

To her surprise, she found Clint sitting in his armchair, facing the second armchair, where Jenny had sat once. There was a woman with straight, shoulder-length black hair sitting in it. She was completely naked, her clothes piled up on the floor, and her legs were spread over both sides of the armchair while her hands rested on her knees. They didn't notice Jenny come in yet, and the woman sounded slightly irritated, "I just don't think it's appropriate. I appreciate your interest, of course, and as your doctor, it is my job to explain and show you anything you want to know about the female body, but... masturbating is simply not part of that. It's really just like I explained before: Look here between my labia, when I pull it open, you can clearly see the clitoris up here." 

Clint leaned over, unable to hide his amusement in his otherwise curious expression. He showed the woman his ring, and Jenny remembered. He probably used it to brainwash her. She had totally forgotten that he could do that, and Jenny was too curious to interrupt now. 

"You will masturbate for me, Anja. This is fine." 

The doctor repeated in a soft voice, "I will masturbate for you. This is fine." 

Jenny thought how hot this was. She was completely fine with Clint using his ring to grow a harem, of course. Although it was a bitter disappointment, he left her naked and alone in the living room to do this. 

When the doctor came back from her short trance, she didn't seem to remember anything about her encounter with Clint's ring. She kept her tone clipped and professional. "For example, I can lick the tip of my finger for some moisture like this and gently massage the clitoris." 

Jenny saw the doctor’s arm moving, but she couldn't see anything specific from where she was standing. She craned her neck slightly, and that’s when Clint saw her. He gave a start.

"Woah, Jenny! Shit, you scared me!" 

The doctor turned around to see her and quickly covered her shame with her arms. "What's going on here?" she shrieked. "Why is there a naked lady in here? I thought we were alone!" 

Jenny covered her lady parts as well and scoffed. "Yeah, same question from me." 

They both looked at Clint, who seemed overwhelmed for a second, his eyes darting between them. He got up from his chair and held the ring in front of the doctor's face. "It's fine, forget her. I'll be right back, continue masturbating, Anja, but don't cum, alright?” 

The young doctor softly said, "Alright." She spread her legs again and continued massaging her clitoris. Jenny shook her head in disbelief and awe at what Clint could do with this ring. She was glad he would never use it on her, and now actually wished she could watch this some more.

Clint walked up to Jenny and said in a hushed voice, "I'm so sorry! I thought you would sleep longer." He led her back into the hallway. 

Jenny was getting cold. "Why did I fall asleep anyway? All I remember is burning my stuff, and then I wake up completely alone and naked. You said you'd take care of me, and now you're busy with some other bitch. What am I supposed to do now?!" 

Her own outburst surprised Jenny, but it felt overdue.

"I'm really sorry. I will be done with her in an hour, at most. I just started on her yesterday. You know, it's time to get some life in this place. Anyway," he lifted his hand, and to Jenny's surprise, his ring started glowing red. 

"You're never jealous of my relationships with any other woman."

"I'm never jealous of your relationships with any other woman."

"You think it's very exciting that I brainwash and toy with other women. It's our dirty little secret, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. I would never tell."

"Do you remember the way to my bedroom?"   

"Yes."

"Good. You will get into my bed and fall asleep when you're there, understood?"

"Understood."

"When you wake up, you will forget this unpleasant incident and only remember spending a wonderful evening with me, after waking up on my couch. I fucked you long and hard all night long, and you loved it."

"I loved it."

"Perfect. Now go."

Jenny turned around and made her way through the hallway again, while Clint went back to his study. Jenny still felt cold and exposed, but at least she knew where to go now. She still didn't like that he left her alone like this, but at least she wouldn't remember it when she woke up. Wait, what? Jenny was in the entrance hall now, making her way to the stairs. She was sure she would fall asleep as soon as she was in Clint's bed, and she was also sure she would forget what just happened and only remember him fucking her all night as soon as she woke up. But how was that possible? She tried to make sense of those facts while she walked through the upper hallway and into the master bedroom. 

All she knew was that something strange was happening to her right now. She was also curious about that other woman, Anja, who was apparently his doctor? Jenny wished she could see more of this brainwashing in action, but she had to focus on herself right now and what was happening to her before she was in bed. 

She considered writing something down, leaving herself a message somehow, but she had no idea where to find a pen or her phone in the first place. On top of that, she was already in the bedroom and didn't even try to slow down, much less stop. Instead, she let herself slide into the luxurious, comfortable bed. She felt herself getting sleepy the second she drew the blanket over her body. 

This is weird, she thought, and fell asleep instantly.

To be continued