Texting is Power

'On second thought,' Brad thinks, 'I have an idea.'

He texts Maise.

"Maise, text me Holly's number."
He hits send.
Moments later, she replies with a number.

"Maise, text her and say whatever you need to say to make sure she reads my text."
She replies with a simple 'Yes.'

"Holly, when you read this text, you must read every text I send you- no matter what. Say 'Yes' that you agree."

A long wait.

"Yes," Holly replies with a text.
He doesn't feel any pain when he does this.

Let's test a theory...

"Maise, you'll forget that you gave up Holly's phone number to me and not feel bad anymore."
Once she reads it, he feels a pain- a bit like a stubbed toe.

Well, that part is true.

"Maise, you'll that you gave me Holly's number and know that you put her under my command."
He feels fine.

"Holly, take a picture of your panties for me."

A moment later, she snaps a picture.
Blue lace.

He can feel her stewing on the other end.

"Maise, text Holly in the morning and make sure that you are wearing matching underwear. Get as close as you can."
"Yes."
"Holly, when Maise s you, make sure that you wear matching underwear as her. It seems logical and you will do it. Reply with a yes."

A long pause.

"Yes."
He feels really good now.
An endorphin rush.

He sends both of them a text reminding them that he will them in the morning after their conversation.

He goes to sleep, hoping to see how much fun he can have while not losing who he is.
This is good for me and them.