Nick was on his couch, freshly paid, freshly smooth, and trying not to think too hard about how soft his skin still felt under his clothes. His phone buzzed. New Task Available. He didn't open it right away. Something inside him already knew. Things were changing. Twisting. He tapped it open. TASK #3: Penetrate yourself using a toy or safe household object. On all fours, record a 30-second video with the object fully inserted. You must moan and repeat the phrase: "Thank you, Mistress. Your pathetic little sissy lives to be used like this." Say it twice, clearly. Do not look at the camera. Payout: $4,000. His stomach dropped. His cheeks burned. Sissy. That word again. Worse this time. Paired with "pathetic," paired with used. It wasn't a joke anymore. It was ownership. Submission. His whole body tensed. "No," he muttered. "Fuck this." But the app buzzed again: Refusing this task will reduce all future payouts by 50%. If he said no now, the ceiling dropped to $2,000. Say no again? $1,000. And so on. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to breathe. Then his eyes landed on it—still sitting in the fridge from Task 1. The cucumber. Cold. Firm. Unused. He stared at it, horrified and weirdly… frozen. It was humiliating. Poetic. Deliberate. He washed it under the sink, hands shaking. Towel on the floor. Phone propped up. He got on all fours, naked, skin smooth, legs trembling. He pressed record. The cucumber slid in with painful resistance, his breath hitching in his throat. Then came the words, each one like glass in his mouth: "Thank you, Mistress. Your pathetic little sissy lives to be used like this…" He moaned, forced, shaky, cheeks burning. He said it again, louder, and hated how easy it was to obey. When the timer ended, he collapsed to the floor, the cucumber still inside him, the shame unbearable. The phone buzzed. Task Complete. Funds Released: $4,000. He didn't reach for it. He didn't move. He lay there, face down on the cold tile, wondering if this was still just about rent… or if something deeper was being broken—bit by bit.
