“Hello, This is?” I said, my voice coming across as no-nonsense allowed.

“M- Mistress, this is,” I heard a male's voice come over the phone, and I knew instantly who it was.

“Ah, the Sissy bitch Husband,” I replied, cutting him off, “I care not to learn your name,” I told him.

There was a pause over the phone for a couple of moments, “Yes, I am Sissy Bitch husband, My Goddess, and I was wondering if you are once again available this evening,” He said, his voice quivering a little.

“Hmm, Back again this evening for round two,” I said, thinking about it, but I needed a stress reliever. Having the ability to go as hard as I did yesterday again was something that spoke to my soul. Control over the situation for over a night was something that I would greet with happiness, and I had sixteen hours while the day played out in the game. I needed to regain some control, and domination over someone was a great way to relieve stress.

“My Goddess was hoping that to be true, although not as hard tonight because the-” The Sissy bitch began.

“Ah, no, she can explain it herself,” I snapped, cutting him off once again, and my cock started to get hard. Tonight, I needed to be in control, and I continued with myself in control, “You will both be here in an hour or so, with dinner and wearing something appropriate for me to enjoy you in. Also, you will be a good sissy and show up in something suitably girly; I don't want to see you looking like a man tonight,” I told the sissy bitch.

There was another pause over the phone, and I stood waiting and wondering if I was about to get another free meal and sex. It was a very nice combination to get for free. Hell, Cassady, last night, wanted me to go very rough and breed her like a bitch. The cuck fetish was very strong in these two, and I knew that I was planning no more than a bull Mistress Fantasy for them now.

I was fine with that and using them as they were using me. Right now, I needed control, and they would give me that. “Yes, Mistress, We will be there as soon as possible in suitable clothing to please you,” The Sissy bitch finally said.

“Good,” I finished and hung up the phone with a large smile on my face. I liked the fact that Cassady and her Sissy husband were coming over for dinner. I wanted to release some pent-up stress, and having sex and dominating a willing woman was great for that. I probably could not go as hard as last night as I am sure she is still recovering from the very harsh treatment that she asked for. But she was an attractive woman, and I would still give her what a Masochist wants most of all.

Pleasure with that perfect mixture of pain.

I stretched, looked back at the shower, and realized I had never really washed up in the water. I just let the water pour down me. Then again, it was only a minor amount of sweat. So, Instead of getting back into the shower, I brushed my teeth slowly, walked into my large closet, and started to decide what I should wear for the couple.

Looking through my outfits, I could not really decide. I had so many, and I wanted to be a bit more casual, like I was being dismissive. Yeah, I didn't want to look like I was looking forward to dominating both of them. Still, I wanted them to be thirsty for me and to think I looked good despite that.

God, I hated this part, and eventually, I found it. I had a little Tube top that I wore that would show my flat stomach and my nice breasts off while still looking casual and something I would wear at home if relaxing. I smiled and grabbed a red tube top and black jeans, opting against the blue jeans. I didn't want to be mistaken for an old television show; I was not that handy.

Stretching in my outfit, I moved to my computer to start looking at forums, and my computer started with no problem. I quickly started to get things ready for tonight if Cassady and her Sissy bitch wanted to enjoy the night with me. Then I looked at the condition of my vote for what I should wear to sleep tonight.

Again, It was something loose, and I knew they thought it would be sexy. The problem was the need for more numbers in the voting. Although I had noticed an uptick in voting recently, tonight seemed to be a night where I did not bring in as much cash as normal. It was a bad night for it, and I sighed slowly.

Oh well, I had bad nights and good nights. At least the rent and utilities were paid for this month.

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With a long, drawn-out sigh, I got into the forums that were blowing up after everything. There were so many complaints that they never learned about the contract loophole that allowed you not to follow the tutorial world strictly. Their complaints were about the balance of the game, which was a bit of a joke, in my opinion. This was a game that was expected to technically turn their dollar into a real-life currency once the currency exchange was open.

This was nothing like those old World of Warcraft, Final Fantasy, or Korean MMOs where you could just buy gold. Gabin Corporation was making a full exchange system where you could buy credits with real-life cash and sell credits to them for real-life cash. THIS MADE IT A BANK!

This was something that no one had truly accessed yet to see the worth of, even as the game was out. No one could make it off their shit hole worlds that they started you off on to get into the main worlds with Infrastructure. That meant there was no way to exchange unless you could get off the tutorial world and no one had properly completed the Tutorial yet.

Now, with the time dilation in the game being able to change, the hardcore players would be rushing to the end to be one of the first to the finish. I was tempted, too, but the game was stressful, and I would burn out too quickly if I did something like that. That was something that a lot of the Hardcore players were saying in the forums, too.

“The Stress Levels of this game are Unreal.” One of the posts started off as I started to read it, and I couldn't help but nod as I read it.

“The Stress levels are unreal, and I feel like I could develop fucking PTSD from playing this game!

I play as a Bounty Hunter, and after the initial mission, I was sent all over the place constantly like slave labor. The amount of bodies and close calls I have gotten into for the first month of this game is unreal! ONLY ONE DEATH AND I HAVE TO DO THIS ALL AGAIN!

My stress levels are insane, and I have to slow down. I found I made fewer mistakes in the game, and the new time dilation I find is a godsend. I can spend a few hours in reality while my character sleeps and recover and decompress from watching a damn spider-looking monster running straight at me and injuring me with their foot. Fucking unreal the level of realism. It is adrenaline-pumping and fun, but FUCK, I am stressed if I don't take some time.”

The post was something I could relate to after watching a bunch of human-looking aliens blow up into bits in the middle of the night. They turned into pieces of meat all over with organs spilling out, and it was disgusting. It was stressful looking at that, to say the least, and I also felt so good taking out that many by myself.

This was a game of strategy and cold-hearted killing, but you could do so much more. I wondered what the tutorial for straight crafters was and went into the forums to see what they were talking about. I was suddenly in a new world talking about Galaxy Online compared to the Combat focus part of the game.

“Love the intricate deep knowledge Crafting system!” The top forum post shouted out, and I went into reading a bit of this top post.

“I love the Intractate Deep Knowledge Crafting system! It is super deep, and there is in-game knowledge that may not be real in real life but it is amazing in the game. I chose to be a blacksmith, and the beginning of crafting in this game is so deep. I am a Blacksmith in real life, too, and although some of the things are not like they are in real life, there are a lot of similarities, too! There are even deep branches you can go down! Because of how impressed my boss and contract holder are with me at this moment, I have already learned of two professional upgrades I can take! There is the Mana Imbuing and Rune Crafting Blacksmiths! There are even more when it comes to a pure tech tree instead of going down the Magic tree. There is a precision blacksmith, which I am unsure of their uses, but it sounds pretty interesting, too! The depth of just Blacksmithing in itself is AMAZING!”

That was a lot to take in, and it made me think about the weapon crafting; I saw a new post that only came up five minutes ago.

“Crafting Freedom is Godly! One hundred out of ten!” I quickly opened it up and continued, “Seriously, Gabin Corporation has my undying hype now! They have created a free-moving crafting system that allows you to make whatever you want! There are no limits I can see as I chose the architect profession, and I am dealing with a lot of engineering and calculus around building buildings in primitive worlds at this point. I am free to make whatever-looking building I want as long as it is within specifications. If this is the freedom I have with making buildings, then what is the freedom you have for making inventions or weapons? Can we make tactical nukes if we have the right professionals working together?”

That last question was something of a question I now had for the game. It seemed that right now, the answer would be yes!

I could not help but feel excited to try and make some of the things that I was thinking about. Imagine if I could get someone to help me make some self-setting traps. Or something to help me set out some. Maybe I could make it all myself, but I was a gun manufacturer, and I wondered if I could have some type of Engineer on my side.

There were also the NPCs!

The Stress I was feeling almost melted away as I thought about all the possibilities, and I didn't even have to find a person in real life, maybe. There was so much to do and think about and possibilities. Almost too many when it came to this game, and it had gripped my imagination.

When the doorbell rang, I almost jumped because I had even stopped looking at the forum posts and was just thinking about the possibilities. I would have to set that aside and enjoy my date with the couple now. The smile on my face grew as I got up to go greet them.