Why did that excite her so much? Wasn't the thrill the unquestioning servility? Now that the rush was coming down, it was kind of fucked up to think about, but that's really what she liked: the domination. So why was she so happy that Mary had said she had a good time? Was she reading to much into it? Maybe it was just improvisation. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome. Whatever.
Jaime raised the fingers that had touched Jaime's pussy to her face. Despite having been using — well, abusing — her gift to get laid, and having mostly women over to munch on her box, she'd never eaten pussy herself. She preferred a nice hard cock to a tongue, but she couldn't exactly bring a parade of boys into her house without her mom noticing. And even though it wasn't necessarily her preference, having a warm body for her bed at her beck and call sure beat whatever mechanical help that she had rattling around from before her gift manifested.
Touching the abundant juices on her fingers to her tongue, she tasted Mary on her fingers. A bit tangy, a bit sour, but overall not bad. Actually, it was really good. Which gave her an idea.
***
Mary sat on her bed, fighting off tears. What was happening to her? She was used to Jaime being a manipulative bitch. She was used to that... power that she had. By this point, she was even used to needing to peel off her soaking wet panties and rubbing one out on her untouched pussy after an evening licking Jaime's twat. And while it wasn't the first time she'd been made to walk out with Jaime's cum on her face, it was the first time she'd ever gone off-script.
She knew the drill. Jaime said something, she did it. She didn't want to do it, but she did it. Jaime says bark, you bark. Jaime says jump, you don't bother asking her how high. Jaime says go down on her, you don't bother taking the time to pull your hair back.
What had her so upset tonight was that it was different. She wasn't robotically eating Jaime's pussy until she came. Mary liked doing it. When Jaime came and Mary lapped up her pussy juices, it was because she wanted to. Jaime had told her to say goodbye to her mom, she didn't have to say that she was looking forward to next time, and she was. And lastly, as Jaime had so graciously pointed out, she was soaking wet.
Mary started peeling back out of her clothes. She knew how it worked by now: Jaime's word was law. The next three times she touched herself, she would have to stop before she orgasmed. She could either be high-strung for the next day and a half with her usual two daily orgasms being denied, or she could lose an hour of sleep and bang out all three tonight.
Luckily, Jaime didn't know the extent of her power, and Mary made sure not to ask for any clarifications. Could she watch porn while she masturbated? Use toys? Could she be in her room? Questions meant answers, and Jaime had made it clear that she wasn't there to make it easy on her.
Opening the drawer with her meager selection of toys, Mary selected a slim vibrator and went, naked, to her computer. There, she went to her favorite porn site and clicked the first link under what was trending that looked even remotely interesting. She didn't need much, just a video of a girl getting thoroughly dicked down, which were mercifully plentiful online. Her video selected, she turned the vibrator on and pressed it against her clit. The vibrations immediately brought tingling waves of pleasure, eliciting a moan from behind closed lips. Moving the vibrator slightly, she watched as the woman went to her knees and took a huge, black dick down her throat, her ass shaking slightly for the camera. Oh God, she wouldn't last long like this. She was so close to —
Just before she reached her peak, her hand pulled the vibrator away from her clit, denying her own orgasm. With a whimper, Mary tried to force it back, but her hand stayed firmly put while she came down from her high.
The pleasure itself was nice, but the lack of orgasm didn't help with how horny she was, her eyes still fixed on the video and her mind still racing. Thanks to whatever decisions that possessed porn directors, the blowjob was still going on strong. But instead of fantasizing about the cock, Mary found herself drawn to the girl, watching that little wiggle of her ass, her pussy lips dripping. Mary just wanted to bury her face —
Shaking her head, Mary took two deep breaths. She wasn't gay...or bi. Right? Other than the occasional drunk kiss at a party, women had been off the table when it was of her own volition. Up to this point, she'd only had a few boyfriends, and did like taking dick. Or maybe she liked the power it gave her. But...maybe that was all she needed?
It was different with Jamie. Mary had been awful to her since their sophomore year, so she had it coming. In fact, Mary was surprised it had taken all the way to senior year. When Jamie came up to her after class and used her...thing to tell her to come over to her house, wearing no panties, she took it as the humiliation that it was. It was humiliating to undress, gross to eat pussy, and Mary took a cold shower as soon as she got home. Then, as it went on, it wasn't so bad. She got used to it. Then as she thought about it, it felt more than a little risque. Now? She hadn't even washed Jamie's cum off of her face.
Even noticing presently, she didn't go to clean up. She merely touched the vibrator back to her clit, feeling the sensations rising again, flicking a tongue across her lips to taste Jaime on her face. The video played on, but Mary was no longer paying attention. She was thinking about Jamie's fingers curled in her hair, pressing Mary's face into her juicy nectar. She was thinking about Jamie's hand down her panties, tracing her pussy lips for the tell-tale wetness —
Again, her hand pulled itself away from her pussy, the vibrator still humming, throwing droplets of Mary's juices onto her chair.
With a sigh, Mary logged off of her computer, cleaned off her vibrator and went to the restroom to start getting ready for bed. She could maybe get through one more, but she would need a fourth before she would be able to cum. She didn't have it in her after eating pussy all night. Time to cut her losses.
Tomorrow, she'd have to make up for it and cum hard.
***
Jaime sat at her table, looking over at Mary and her group of friends. Should she really do this? Up to this point, it had just been a means to an end. Jaime was an unfortunate combination of a strong-willed, independent woman (translated into high school clique culture as "unpopular") and an oversexed nympho. If she had been popular, she'd just jump on whatever jock's pole she felt like, if she felt like it, or throw in with a girl if she wanted. She was pretty firmly bi, with a preference for cock. However, her gift made it easier to get girls than boys in her present circumstances. Nobody asked questions about a girl following you into the restroom, but going into the men's room or a boy going into the women's would be...well, frowned upon.
But now, she couldn't get the taste of Mary's pussy out of her mind. It was like a song stuck in her head: what would it be like to lick Mary's shaved pussy to orgasm?
Mary looked up and met her gaze for a moment before looking away in shame.
Jaime smiled despite her lust. Normally she would just tell her "pets" that they would forget everything as soon as they left her house, thinking that they were just studying for whatever duration that she had them pleasuring her. Kept things nice and neat. But for Mary, that wasn't enough. Jaime hadn't wanted to just know for herself that she could dominate Mary. She wanted Mary to know it too. For years, Mary had butted heads with Jaime, doing her best to make it clear that Mary's position as a cheerleader made her infinitely more valuable to the world. Now, Mary was her little plaything.
So if it was about power, why did she now want to pleasure her so badly?
Jaime noticed that Mary kept checking her phone. Did she think that she was going to have a task today? They didn't normally get together more than twice a week, and not on consecutive days. What was she thinking?
Well, there was a task she had in mind.
Pulling out her own phone, Jaime checked the time. Twenty minutes left in the lunch period. Not really enough to do anything, but enough to give her orders in private. She pulled up Mary's text chain and typed out a text. "Meet me in the restroom in two minutes."
The reply was instant, as Mary was already staring at her phone. "Why?"
"I could always walk over to that group of bimbos you call friends and just tell you to do it."
"No...see you in 2."
Having her compliance, I went to the nearest restroom and poked my head in. "Anyone in here?" I called out. Hearing nobody, I went to the supply closet and opened it up, withdrawing the "cleaning" sign and placing it on the door. Then, she sat on the counter next to the sinks and waited.
After another minute, Mary came through the door, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. Apparently satisfied nobody was, she turned to Jaime with a cold stare. "What do you want?"
"I want...to talk to you about something." She couldn't help but look over Mary, who was wearing a tight t-shirt and short shorts.
Mary did her best to keep her gaze level. "What, toying with me in your off time isn't good enough? Now you want to do it at school, too?"
"No...it's not that."
"Then. What. Is it?" Mary was clearly upset, but why? She hadn't seemed this angry since their first couple of trysts.
"Please don't be upset I —" Jaime stopped as Mary's face turned up into a smile. "Wait! No...be upset if you want to be upset. I'm...not trying to order you. Fuck. I feel like I have to watch what I say all the time..."
Mary's face fell back to the cold stare. "Poor you."
Jaime sighed. "Can I ask you a question? Girl to girl, aside from all the stuff between us, not worried about social status for a sec. Just a question?"
Mary paused, then nodded for a moment.
"What would you have done if you had my power?"
