SLAP
Abi moaned into her pillow, the pain coursing through her. The biting sting on that most sensitive of flesh was too much to bear. But she wasn't finished. There was more to come. With a shaking finger she typed the number 16 into the chat, and then sent it.
She took precious seconds to gasp some deep breaths, trying to steel herself but also conscious not to take too much time. Her Master had already proven that he had little patience for her this evening. The raw pain between her legs was testament to that. She had only questioned something he'd said. Of course that was disobedient of her, but it wasn't like she'd actually done anything wrong. She hadn't said no or been bitchy or bratty to him. She was trying so hard!
Abi had noticed that Master had been less patient with her in general over the last few weeks. It wasn't difficult to miss. And it wasn't difficult to guess why. And Abi only had herself to blame.
She'd been so excited by the thought of bringing another pet to her Master, that she hadn't even considered the possibility that it would lead to this sort of treatment. That she could so easily lose her Master's affection and respect. That she could be usurped as his favourite fucktoy.
She sucked in one final gulp of air and then tensed up. Not much more to go, she told herself desperately. The thought didn't reassure her. She took a firm grip on the wooden ruler and then slapped it hard against her red, tortured cunt.
This time she screamed. Tears squeezed out of the corners of her scrunched up eyes, directly into the pillow she had planted her face into.
17
The screen showed that he was typing, and Abi gratefully took the brief respite and waited for his words to come. She desperately needed some sort of encouragement or cajoling; she was so close but really didn't think she could make it to 20. It hurt too much. The pleasure of submitting and from stimulating her greedy fuckhole was eclipsed by how hard he was making her slap herself. It didn't help that it had been days since she'd been allowed to cum.
She let herself dare to dream that he would say that she was a good girl. That was the phrase that allowed her to stop whatever she was doing and rub her clit until he sent her another message. It was an obvious form of Pavlovian conditioning, but that didn't stop it from feeling fucking incredible. She hated how powerfully her body needed his approval.
"She says you're not being loud enough."
Abi frowned at the screen in disbelief and confusion. She let the tears fall freely now. This couldn't be happening. Was she supposed to have been loud? Had he said that? She scrolled back up through the chat feverishly, but her vision was blurry with salty water, and there had been a lot of instructions that evening. But still, she couldn't have missed it. Could she?
And then rebellious anger flared, because why did it matter what 'she' said. It shouldn't matter. She was probably lying. Smug and happy to be his new favourite. Acting bitchy to -
"Don't worry, she's going to help you. Do what she says."
Abi stared at the screen. Her heart sank at the shame of what was to come, but at the same time her pulse quickened in anticipation.
Footsteps outside, coming closer.
Abi typed out, "Yes Master", and then her bedroom door was flung open.
Her roommate stood illuminated in the doorway. Her hair was loose about her shoulders. She wore a plain white string top without a bra beneath, her nipples outlined clearly. That was the only piece of clothing she wore. Her long legs were bare and her neat pink pussy on display. Her phone was in one hand, and the other perched on her hip. The pose suited the cocky smirk that played upon her lips.
Julia had been Abi's best friend for many years, separated for the first few years of college, but keen to move in together for the post-grad they were both studying. Julia was confident, slutty and wickedly funny. She had no problem making friends, or boyfriends, with practically anyone she met. She was interesting in all the ways Abi used to be jealous of. But their friendship was strong. Or it had used to be.
Abi was usually a little cagey about the exact details of her online play and her relationships, but a few weeks ago Julia had been having such a rough time that she'd spilled the beans about Master completely. The 3 bottles of wine hadn't hurt, mind you. And Julia had seemed so interested, so fascinated and seemingly without any judgement. And horny, of course. Julia was always horny.
Abi had thought it a genius idea to give her Master's number and help her send that first message to him. He would reward her so much for bringing him a hot young slut like Julia to play with. She had giggled and bounced with excitement to be a little gender traitor to her best friend.
How naive she'd been. What a stupid idea it had been. Maybe she truly was the brainless bimbo that Master sometimes told her she was. Abi had no way of knowing if she'd lost his favour because Julia was more interesting or sluttier or hotter than she was, or if this was some long game to amplify her own punishment and denial and transformation. All she knew was that she no longer got as much affection and attention from her owner as she used to. And it was entirely her fault.
"Put the clamps on."
Abi moaned pitifully but hurried to obey her best friend's instructions, easing the rubber tipped clamps onto her tender nipples as gently as she could. She didn't question how her best friend knew that she had them ready to go; by now she was used to the fact that anything she said or did, or was instructed to do, might be shared privately with her Master's other property. Nothing was private anymore, least of all her shame and her punishments.
The pressure and overstimulation on her nipples made Abi flinch, but she quickly grew accustomed to it. Master loved to make her clamp herself, and this gift from him had seen a lot of action since it had arrived through the letterbox. The metal chain connecting the two clamps felt cool against her skin. Her chest was flushed with crimson already, all the blood rushing to her head.
Snap. Julia's phone flashed brightly, capturing Abi's humiliation and no doubt sending the picture straight to Master. But Julia didn't wait for instructions back from him, she had a level of freedom that Abi only dreamed about. She exercised that freedom by beckoning Abi towards her. Abi crawled on the floor, knowing better than to try anything else.
Julia gathered the chain in one hand and tugged on it, hard enough to force Abi to hiss in pain but not enough to make her cry, or make blood well up from her skin. Not yet anyway. She kept the pressure on and pulled Abi close to her, blooming painful tingles in her breasts.
Abi knew what she wanted, and she eagerly obeyed the unspoken command. Gripping the other woman's thighs and toned ass, she straightened up and started to kiss her smooth mound. The pain in Abi's nipples faded to a manageable level as Julia dropped the chain and put her hand on top of her head instead.
She was jealous that Master allowed Julia to shave; it made her feel inadequate and messy and like he preferred her roommate's pussy to hers. But having that fact quite literally rubbed in her face was the only downside to this new position. When Julia was distracted she was less likely to punish her. And when Abi was eating out other women she experienced a warm lust that was much safer than the total loss of control she felt when serving Master. In particular, on those amazing occasions where she found herself pleasuring her best friend, she was supremely confident that they were both getting joy out of it. They were well used to each other's bodies by now. It felt wonderful to be in that rare position of certainty. Especially when so many of Master's games and orders were specifically designed to fuck with her head...
She let Julia dictate the pace. She let her thrust her dripping pussy against her outstretched tongue. She savoured the scent and taste of her friend's arousal. She held firm and didn't complain when Julia rubbed herself all over her; her lips, her nose, her nose, chin all soon coated in pungent stickiness.
Julia told her she was a 'good girl' and her 'perfect slut'. The words made her squirm but she didn't touch herself; it only counted as permission if Master said it.
More photos were taken, and some videos too. Each time Abi pushed herself to try hard, to move her tongue faster, to moan louder. He had to see what a good job she was doing. She had to convince him just as much as she had to genuinely pleasure her roommate.
Julia pulled her hair back and slapped her, open palmed, on the cheek a couple of times, but Abi didn't complain. She knew who the blows were from and she knew she deserved them.
She curled a finger up inside Julia's silky wet hole and rotated it slowly, just how she liked it. She sucked on her clit as hard as she could, traced symbols into her soaking folds with the pointed tip of her tongue, and then even pumped two fingers inside her. All this time she stared up hungrily into the other girl's face, or the camera on her phone if that was presented to her instead. The eye contact was a burning connection between them that felt so solid that Abi was certain she could have reached up and touched it.
Julia started to mouth the words 'Fuck' and 'Yes!'. Slowly and softly at first, but rising sharply in volume and desperate need. She gasp-grunted in alarm and then shoved Abi's face backwards. She typed something on her phone, thumbs flying across its surface furiously. Abi suppressed a smirk. She was trying to be obedient and atone for her failures, but she wasn't an angel. That was what was so delicious about their arrangement: witnessing desperation and denial and subservience first-hand. Having a sisterwife join her in this depravity and undergo the same tribulations as her. Julia was favoured at the moment, and enjoyed certain privileges, but she still had to obey their Master. She still had to beg for permission like a slave.
The reply didn't take long, and Julia looked at the message and then quickly shoved the phone down towards Abi. She reached up tentatively to take it from her but Julia slapped her hand away with a snort of derision. Understanding dawned and Abi turned her head to put her ear to the speaker holes at the end of the device. Their Master's voice flowed like honey into her brain. He spoke casually but with a gruff edge to it that told her he still hadn't forgiven her.
