Jen had already gotten out of bed by the time John woke up, and he lay for a while wondering if it had all just been a bad dream. Jen and Jamie... the things they had done to him. Could that possibly be real? But his body felt tender in places where it wasn't normally, like his neck, and his rib cage. Then he got out of bed and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw the tiny red spots around his eyes and forehead. They were only noticeable if he looked closely, but they were there, physical proof that all of his memories were real. Jen had choked him unconscious by clamping her thighs around his neck. She had squeezed him so hard that blood vessels burst in his face.
That wasn't even the worst part. Jen had finally revealed to him what she had known all along, the dirty trick she played on him at the beginning of their marriage. The paperwork put him completely at her mercy. He couldn't divorce her, he would never recover from it. No, he couldn't leave Jen, and he had to do everything in his power to keep her from leaving him. And from what she had told him the night before, he had a feeling that keeping her happy was going to mean becoming submissive, not only to Jen, but to her younger sister Jamie as well. He had no choice. He was going to have to play along with whatever sick new arrangements the two women had in store for him. Reluctantly, he got dressed and headed downstairs.
He heard them conversing quietly as he got closer to the kitchen, but they fell silent as he entered the doorway.
"Coffee, dear?" Jen slid a mug across the table towards him that was already filled.
The kitchen table was small and round, and the sisters occupied about two thirds of it, facing him. There was an empty chair in front of where he stood, and they watched him with an air of anticipation, like they expected him to sit down and join them. He sat, taking a sip of coffee. The ensuing moment felt almost awkward. It was like they had all been assigned new roles overnight, but no one was entirely sure how to act yet. Looking at Jamie, he could tell that Jen had filled her in on everything. She sat looking at him with a small, knowing smile on her lips. He raised his eyes to hers briefly but could not hold her gaze and lowered them again.
"Well, I'd better be off." Jen stood up abruptly. "You two play nice, alright?" She winked at Jamie, who smiled but didn't say anything. She didn't appear to John like she intended to play nice.
Jen walked around the table and gave John a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the kitchen. She was acting odd, like nothing had happened. Like they hadn't just gone through the most radical turning point in their relationship. Actually, John thought, she was acting like everything was perfectly fine, and maybe that was because, for Jen, everything was perfectly fine. She had John right where she wanted him now.
They heard the sounds of Jen leaving the house, and John and Jamie sat at the table together in silence. Jamie kept her unwavering stare on him, while John mostly kept his eyes averted. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze, exposed. He felt like she knew his deepest secrets and weaknesses, and he could not hide his thoughts from her. And it was probably true. Anything Jen knew about him, he was willing to bet Jamie knew too. But it was one thing for Jen to know intimate details about him. They were married; they had shared a relationship for years. Jamie was more like a stranger to him. Sure, he had seen her on and off over the years, but the most they had ever been, at best, was formally cordial. Now she had barged into his life, into his most private sanctuaries, and asserted her dominance over him. And with the support of Jen behind her, he was powerless to resist her.
He stood up, muttering something about cleaning, and began to clear the table. He hadn't gotten around to cleaning the kitchen from the night before, after everything that had happened. Jamie just smiled. She watched him clean for a while but eventually stood up and walked out of the room, saying nothing. He was relieved. Just a few moments to himself felt like a blessing. He finished cleaning the kitchen and began working on various household chores. He couldn't quite get comfortable at home now. Anywhere he went, there was evidence of Jamie, if not Jamie herself. She left her messes for him to clean and lounged about on different pieces of furniture. She sauntered around leisurely, helping herself to food in the kitchen, going in and out of the bathroom, even going up into John and Jen's bedroom, for reasons unknown to John. And anytime he encountered her in the house, she fixed him with her stare, her eyes boring into him until he had to look away or find an excuse to leave the room.
Other than that, however, they did not interact much throughout the day. John had been dreading what the first day would be like after Jen had essentially enslaved him. So far, it didn't seem too bad. Yes, Jamie was a nuisance, and the sisters had definitely gotten the upper hand on him. But if he was going to be mostly left alone, just doing house chores, he supposed he could live with that. He was starting to feel a little better, and he found himself sitting in the kitchen, not doing much, just relaxing. That was when Jamie spoke to him for the first time that day.
"Come here, John." Her voice came to him from the living room. There was a calm note of finality in her tone, it was an order, not a request.
He walked slowly over.
Jamie was on the couch facing him, with one leg crossed over the other. She wore a tank top and cutoff jeans, trimmed so short that the insides of the front pockets were exposed, hanging below the stringy white edge. Her thick thighs filled them out tightly.
She snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor directly in front of her. It was the kind of gesture one would give to a dog, unmistakable in its intention. He walked over and stood before her. She smiled and shook her head. "On your knees." Her voice was soft, but carried the tone of command.
He considered refusing. He knew the women had power over him, but kneeling in front of Jamie like she was some kind of queen felt ridiculous. He was a fully grown man. Jamie was a couple years younger than him, even, and that somehow made the idea of it more humiliating. But he thought about Jen, what she could do to him if she decided to bring him to court. There was no doubt she could do what she said, putting him hopelessly in her debt. She had destroyed plenty of men in court before, as a divorce lawyer, and he was starting to believe she wouldn't think twice to do it to him. She would probably enjoy it.
Jen wanted him to obey her every command now, and that meant obeying Jamie too. Besides, even if he tried to resist, Jamie would probably just use force to get him to do what she wanted. She could best him in a fight, she had already shown him that.
As he got down in front of her, she slung a leg casually over his shoulder, her foot dangling down against his back. The weight of it forced him to lean closer towards her.
"You thought about it, didn't you?" she asked, her eyes gleaming. "About trying to disobey me? But you know you can't. My sister's got your balls now." She placed her other leg on his shoulder, pulling him in, resting her upper thighs around his head. "I heard her last night. It sounded like a good one." She giggled and slowly started to compress his face with her muscular legs. "But I get it. Nothing quite turns me on like having complete control over a man." She started to squeeze harder. "Lucky for me, Jen told me I could play with you anytime I want."
Jamie squeezed him with force now, her legs flexing straight out, ankles crossed behind him. She pumped her hips up and down a few times, forcing his head to move with the motions of her body, stretching him uncomfortably. His neck was jammed against the rough fabric of her cutoff jeans, and her warm flesh enveloped his face. He gasped in pain while Jamie bit her lip sensually. He tapped on her hard thigh, indicating submission, requesting release.
"No, John." Jamie's voice was low and intimate. "Jen put me in charge of you. It's my job to keep you disciplined and punish you as I see fit."
"But what have I done?" He hated the whiny, pleading note in his voice, but he was in too much distress and humiliation to control it.
"Aww, nothing, baby. See, this is just part of our program. First you need to learn what will happen when you step out of line. Only fair, right?" She pulsed her thighs painfully, and his vision went blurry. "Then, if you behave properly, you will only receive your standard daily discipline. One delivered by Jen, and one by me." She smiled sweetly. "These will be in addition to any punishment you earn through misbehavior. Sound good?"
"You bitch," he wheezed.
Her thighs tightened suddenly. The last thing he saw was her hard eyes and cruel smile, and then his vision went black.
When he woke up, his face was pressed against the carpeted floor. Jamie was sitting on his upper back, working a cord around his wrists. When she finished, his hands were bound tightly together. She got up and rolled him over onto his back. He tried to sit up, but she planted a foot on his chest and shoved him back down. She held him down firmly with one foot, dominantly placing her hands on her curvy hips.
"Tsk, tsk. Punishment already. I'd say that I'm disappointed but..." she leered at him evilly, "I do enjoy a challenge."
