{The previous chapters will not be rehashed, they are not a long read, you'll need to cover them to make sense of any of the characters or action}
I awoke to find Katja standing over me, she was nude. I noticed the damage. Her ass was raw. It showed the effects of the cropping. I lightly caressed her ass and legs and hoped she'd forgotten or at least forgiven our transgression from the night before. I saw her experience in the look on her face. I was daydreaming about what it must've been like for her. I had feelings, lustful feelings, jealous feelings, as in, oh why couldn't it have been me? She's so strong, so powerful, so dominant....yet, watching her taken like that made me have even more respect for her. She truly DID know what it was like in my head, because she has those thoughts too. She was going to say something but stopped and let me fall back asleep.
Hours later while Brennan and I were sitting around the kitchen table having lunch. She came in rubbing her eyes. She was wearing her short robe with her beautiful butt sticking out the bottom. We could see marks all over, at least the part that was exposed. We just shot each other looks but didn't say a word. There was a fire in her eyes now, though.
"I didn't think I'd have to say this, but, I guess I have to spell out my rules more carefully," she said with a measure of disdain.
"Fucking behind my back, while I'm....tied up," she sneered, though with a hint of a smile, "I should NOT have to tell you that's off limits."
"But....you said take care of him when you...." I babbled. Secretly, though, I was glad. She hadn't relinquished her dominant role, AND I was actually glad Brennan would be punished for his relentless misbehavior with me.
"I didn't mean when I turn my back, I meant....you know what? Shut up! I don't want to hear a word from either of you."
Brennan and I sat there in silence like kids getting scolded for stealing candy.
"New rule. Brennan....she is now off limits to you. Since I have to spell it out for you two, here it is. No more blowjobs, no more touching, obviously no more fucking. And, I don't even want to see you LOOK her way, "like that." Also, you are not going to see, touch, taste, even smell MY pussy until I'm done being mad."
I saw his face drop.
"And you. You no longer give him his "on call" blowjobs. And, if Brennan is in the house you go back to wearing your Amish librarian clothes. He is NOT to see any part of you, got it?"
"Oh god....yes ma'am," I said with tears forming.
She stood over us with a stern look. She let it all sink in. "Don't be such pussys, it won't be forever, it's punishment. It's within my rights."
"Yes ma'am," we both repeated automatically.
"However, for you, I don't think abstinence is punishment enough. You are going to be even busier, especially now that you'll have more time and energy not having to take care of Brennan's needs."
My heart skipped.
"Get ready for it, it's going to be quite a ride," she smiled coolly at me. "For now, though, you need to follow me," she said, crooking her finger at me. I followed behind like a puppy who'd been caught peeing on the rug.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her robe open, her legs parted slightly. I could see some light bruising on the insides of her upper thighs. There was also some on the outer part of her tits from where she was cropped. She saw me looking. She stood up and showed me her ass. It was like an angry artist painting where they just splash colors everywhere. It was red, blue, purple splotches everywhere. Eva had NOT held back.
She saw the pained look in my eyes. "It is within her rights to treat her slut the way she wishes."
"Fuck...." I hissed.
"And I'll bet the whole time I was being taken you.....wished it was you, didn't you?"
I nodded with shame.
"And now?"
"Oh god, I don't know."
"Yes, probably you wouldn't, you've never gotten a cropping like that yet, and certainly not on your more tender parts, " she grinned evilly.
"Oh, and there is THIS," she said, handing me my phone.
It was a text from Eva. "I'd like a copy of the video you guys recorded. It'll add to my blackmail library (heart emoji)."
"Oh fuck. I didn't think you could tell," I said with panic.
"She's sharp, that one," Katja sighed. "She's obviously played the game before."
"She loves humilliation," I noted, "I mean, how she talked to you...."
"Yes," she said with an intake of breath. "She knew the buttons to push. The, "fucked and talked to like a dog," thing, God. And her calling me a big tittied, tatted slut....it's like she knows my trigger points."
"I saw you liked that," I grinned sheepishly. "Just like I actually secretly like being called the, "house whore," or "mouth slut."
"Not secret anymore," she grinned.
"But, we don't have to give it to her!" I protested. "I mean, it's one thing to lightly threaten blackmail from just a flash of tits or pussy, THIS is full, total humiliation. I mean, I don't know how it could look worse for you than that."
"I've been seen in worse spots," she smirked, "but yes, sadly it does mean we have to give it to her. See? This is how this works. You play the game, you follow the rules. I submitted to her and she gave me a night to remember. Take that as a lesson. You make your bed, you lie in it."
"But she might....make it even rougher for you."
"I think she will, if that's how day one went."
"And you are okay with it?"
"It's not up to me, dear, that's my point. I willingly submitted. I could stop now, sure, but then I might be denying myself nights like last night and better ones in the future. She asked me at the beginning if she owned me or not and I said yes. That's how it works. I don't think she meant for the night, because I didn't."
"God, she might be more wicked and rough and you still want to....?"
"Yes. It's her game now, let's see how she plays it. You see? There's freedom in the submission. Once I gave in to her what happened wasn't on me, it was on her. It frees one of guilt. I know it's just a head game but it's SO much easier being used like that, knowing that without being controlled, I'd have never been in that position. But, she made me want to, and she did it well. But, that leaves the issue with you purposely videoing me without my consent, another punishable offense. But, as I said before, it might mean less of....you and I. Perhaps it's a necessary step for you. Maybe it might motivate you to start making more of your own decisions on how you want to be used."
