Harem House Chapter 23 - Early Access (Patreon)

Selene suddenly pointed forward. “Lookout!”

Kat’s head snapped forward in time to see her headlights illuminate the tawny body of a deer. Slamming on the brakes, she knew she couldn’t come to a complete stop in time. The car was going faster than she realized. 

Kat released the brake and tried to swerve behind the deer instead, taking her headlights off it. The stag jumped away the moment it wasn’t under the beams, and Kat tried to correct the car’s direction, but she was too late. 

The car's tire snagged the roadside dirt, yanking it into a ditch. Kat held the wheel as firmly as she could. She slammed on the brake again, but the force swung the trunk to the right. They heard gravel under the tires, a noise like a gunshot, and Katelyn retching from the sudden shifts in inertia. 

Moments later, Kat, Rani, and Selene stared forward, panting. Katelyn lay with her head on the cushion, her feet on Rani’s lap, her shoulder still dislocated. Vomit soiled the back of Selene’s chair, the backseat floor, and a portion of the backseat. 

Kat was still white-knuckling the steering wheel. 

There was a slight buzzing noise from Selene, only detectable because of the total silence around them. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have heard the app-controlled vibrator.

“Everybody okay?” Rani ventured after a minute of silence had elapsed. 

Katelyn gave a moan from the backseat to indicate she was still in pain if anyone cared. 

Selene took a deep breath and exhaled deliberately. 

Kat started crying. 

Selene didn’t offer any words of comfort. This was one of those moments when tensions snapped. Kat needed time to move through them. Unfortunately, time was a luxury, with Katelyn’s dislocated shoulder and inebriation weighing on Selene’s anxiety. Their goal was to get her to the Urgent Care as quickly as possible. Now, they were sitting below a semi-rural road, looking across two lanes at an eight-point stag, indignant at having his evening stroll interrupted. 

Selene watched as the stag huffed, the breath from his nostrils steaming the air beneath his snout. He turned and bounded away into the darkness. 

Rani proffered a pack of tissues from her purse, and Selene took them, offering one to Kat. Kat took the tissue and blew her nose. She took another and wiped her face. 

Kat exhaled, and her voice warbled when she spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it ain’t your fault.” Rani said. Her tone was as confident and assured as always. “We’re all alive, and no one got injured.” 

She and Selene glanced at Katelyn. 

“From that anyway.” Rani amended. “When you’re ready, we’ll get back on the road and be okay.” 

Kat nodded. She took another deep breath and started toward the road. She pressed the gas, and the car lurched but went nowhere. Gravity tugged them toward the ditch. The vehicle tried to propel forward, but the dirt slid away with every rotation. 

Kat smacked the steering wheel with her palm in frustration, which did not help. 

The car pulled to the right, and Kat stopped rather than risk spinning the car into the divot of grass and dirt even further. 

“Should we get out and push?” Selene asked. 

Kat sighed. “I don’t fucking know!” 

Selene flinched. 

“Hey.” Rani spoke up from the backseat. “I’m gonna get out and see if I can push. Kat, you hit the gas again when I tell you, okay?” 

Kat nodded. 

Rani climbed out, relieved to escape the smell of Katelyn’s mess. She moved to the trunk, checking the tires and looking around, and shook her head when she checked the passenger side. 

“We’ve got a flat tire on your front passenger side!” Rani called out. 

Kat groaned. “Of course we do.”

“Hey, it could be worse.” Selene tried to sound comforting, but discerning Kat’s current mood, there was no right thing to say. 

“Not helpful.” Kat snapped. “Why did I let you talk me into this?” 

Selene looked hurt. “We were trying to help your friend, remember?” She put emphasis on the ‘your.’ She didn’t know or care about Katelyn. Kat did, and tonight was supposed to be for her benefit. That hadn’t worked out like anyone planned. 

“Should I call Master?” Selene asked. 

Kat glared at Selene. “No. Don’t call him. We can handle this ourselves.” 

Kat reached down and popped the trunk. She switched off the car and stepped out. 

Rani was one step ahead of her, lifting the board under the trunk space to reveal the empty spot where a spare tire should be. 

“Fuck.”

“You don’t have a spare?” Rani asked Kat, who was now standing next to her. 

“The car is a hand-me-down from our mom.” Kat explained. “I guess I never checked it before.” 

“Do you have a Triple A membership?” Rani asked. 

“No, I don’t have a Triple A membership.” Kat mocked her. 

“Sorry.” Rani surrendered. “Just trying to be helpful. Should we call-”

“We’re not calling Arthur.” Kat said, defiant at this point. They were strong, independent women. They didn’t need a man to come and save them, even if seeing Arthur ride up on a valiant steed would surely delight them. 

“I was going to say a tow truck.” Rani said. 

Katelyn retched again. They still needed to deliver her to Urgent Care. 

“And maybe an Uber?”

~~~

Arthur’s fit-bit buzzed against his wrist, and he checked the timer. It was time to flip the laundry. Kelly, in her character of Megan the slutty maid escort, had finished cleaning the exciting tools and toys Arthur had in his briefcase and trunk. She asked questions when she didn’t recognize something, like the spider gag or the leather body harness, and Arthur’s patient answers intrigued and aroused her.

Right now, he was watching her micro-skirt lift and show off her lingerie. He glimpsed her white fishnet-clad ass as she hung the last of the rope over the curtain rod to dry.

“I’ll be right back.” Arthur announced as he stood up from the sofa. 

Kelly, er Megan, looked alarmed. “Where are you going?” She asked.

“It’s time to switch the laundry.” Arthur said calmly.

She wore her black dress under the white lace apron when they put the laundry in. Now, all she had was her lingerie. She wore a black lace teddy under the white fishnets that rode high to her narrow waist. She accessorized with her gloves, heels, and black collar with a white silk ribbon bow. Over it all, she wore two strips of cheap satin, the top and skirt of a two-piece French maid lingerie. Between her plush bell-shaped tits and pert sculpted ass, they struggled to preserve her modesty. 

The total effect was undeniably sexy. He couldn’t allow her to go to the basement with him in that state. One of his neighbors might get nosy or do their laundry, too.

“That is my job, Master.” Megan said. She returned to the room and adjusted the white silk gloves that ended just above her elbows. “I will go. You stay here and enjoy your whiskey.” 

She’d refilled his whiskey glass, and he’d only taken a sip. 

“We’ll both go.” Arthur decided, recognizing that Kelly wanted to. Maybe the risk of getting caught excited her. Maybe not. They’d find out together. “If you must. But… would you still go if I told you to take off that skirt?” 

Megan stopped mid-stride toward the back door and looked at him. She looked defiant, even as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of the silk micro-skirt in her black high-heeled shoes.

“And the top.” Arthur said.

Megan still looked defiant but ripped the top off. He could now make out her hardened pink nipples at the end of her bell-shaped freckled breasts, still restrained by the sheer, strapless, black lace teddy she wore. She had to pull the neckline up to keep the lingerie on. Arthur enjoyed watching what the motion did to her breasts.

“And you still want to go downstairs?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly said. “But I would ask for one favor.”

“And what is that?” Arthur asked.

“That you allow me to wear my apron.” Kelly gestured to the sheer white lace shoulder strap apron that lay draped across the arm of the sofa behind him. The lace wouldn’t hide much, but it would be more modest than what she had now. 

Arthur considered her suggestion. “And what will you give me in return for this boon?” He asked.

“You already have whatever you want from me, Sir. I am completely under your power.” Megan assured him. 

“And yet you defy me to go downstairs?” Arthur asked.

Megan continued to defy him. “The laundry is my responsibility, Sir. Not yours. I will do it.”

Arthur seemed to reconsider and then turned. He picked up and offered the apron to her. Megan put on the lace. The white lace obscured her front, even if he could still make out what she was wearing. The lingerie apron offered no such protection or obscurement in the back, which Arthur appreciated as he followed her to the door. 

He passed her, and reached the door first. Arthur opened the back door and stepped out onto the narrow landing. He stopped and raised his hand for Megan to stop inside. Then he froze and listened, his eyes and ears on high alert for the telltale squeaks on the stairs, doors opening, chattering between his neighbors, or other such warning signals. Tenants rarely used the back door to the building, but it happened. His neighbors seldom did laundry on Friday nights, but there was still a tiny chance.

Fortunately, no one was on the stairs or in the laundry room when they arrived. 

Arthur watched as Megan changed the loads from the washers to the dryers. She bent over teasingly to catch his attention every time she neared the dryer. The teddy was practically a thong, from the hip-high panty lines to the narrow strip of sheer ebony material that disappeared between her cheeks. She even checked the lint traps and made a show of that. Then she stood aside and waited while Arthur put in the coins necessary to run the machines. 

After he started the machines, she headed toward the stairs.

“Wait a moment.” Arthur said, which caused her to stop. She obeyed, but she wasn’t sure if Arthur was saying stop because he heard someone coming or wanted something.

He wanted something. He patted the top of a dryer and gestured for her to hop up. “Sit on the dryer.” Arthur said. 

Megan hesitated briefly before walking over to him, placing her hand on the machine’s edge, and hopping up. She was strong, her body consisting entirely of hard muscular lines and soft curves, so the hop was easy for her. 

“I want to reward you.” Arthur said.

“For what, Sir?” Megan asked.

“For doing such a good job so far.” Arthur said. She’d highly aroused him, and his patience reached his limit. He wanted to pleasure her and then take his pleasure with her.

Megan smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir, but… could you not better reward me upstairs?” Although not dirty, the laundry room was still a public space in the basement. There were no cameras, but the ever-present danger of neighbors loomed over them.

Arthur smiled. “Oh, we’ll go upstairs soon.” He assured her. “But I’m a little impatient.”

“I can see that, Sir.” Megan looked at his crotch, her gaze full of meaning. He was straining to burst through his slacks any moment now. “Would you like to help you with that?” She asked.

“Not yet.” He decided. “First, your reward.” And with that, he opened her legs by pushing her thighs apart. Then he lifted her apron and held the hem up to her breasts. “Hold this.” He instructed.

Megan held the skirt of her apron by clamping her hands against her breasts, where Arthur put it. 

Then Arthur pulled her forward, pulled aside the fishnets, ripped three cross sections with the hook of his finger, and pressed his knuckle against her as he did. Between the evening of teasing her arousal, the vibrations of the dryer, and the commanding way Arthur was now in control, she was eager. A few rubs of his knuckle parted her lips for him. He slid the narrow strap of her teddy aside. He lowered his mouth to her pussy lips and started kissing her there, using his tongue to wet and part her until he found what he was looking for.

Megan gasped and squeezed her breasts with her long, groping fingers, which only added to her pleasure. “Oh, Sir.” She moaned and bit her lipstick-covered bottom lip. “Oh.” 

Arthur started slow and gentle, building momentum as he continued. He suckled and pressed with his tongue, swirling her between kisses that were little more than an excuse for his lips to massage her clit and labia. 

Megan’s response matched his pace. Her gentle breaths and breathy sighs of “Oh” turned into heaving breaths and cries of “Oh, God!” 

He feasted on her, and she had no idea how he was even breathing. She lost herself in pleasure, and the world around them blurred around the edges. Megan lowered her hands to brace herself on the dryer and prevent her from sliding forward. She didn’t know how long they took, whether seconds, minutes, or hours passed. She only knew that she cherished every twist of his tongue. 

Megan ran her fingers through his hair and raked the back of his scalp with her nails whenever Arthur did something exceptionally well. She was clenching her legs and trying to hold back all too soon but relented. When her orgasm came, the spasms took her like the cresting of a ten-foot wave crashing against the rocks. 

Her orgasm rolled through her, rising and falling, only to rise and fall again. She came, clenching her jaw to keep from screaming. But she failed in that endeavor. She wanted to scream Arthur’s name, to let him know he was her world, nothing else existed but him, but what she cried instead through gritted teeth was: “MASTER!”

She panted in heavy breaths that did amazing things to her tits. Her teddy had slipped to show them off. Her apron skirt had fallen over the back of Arthur’s head. Arthur pulled himself away after a few final kisses along her inner thigh. Emerging from under her apron, he wiped his face, and Kelly grabbed him, kissing him with more intensity than ever. 

“That was amazing.” She panted. 

Arthur smiled and then froze as he clocked movement out of the corner of his eye. A young woman stood in the laundry room doorway, mouth agape. Not Arthur’s downstairs neighbor, thankfully, but still someone who lived in the building, at the basement level, if he had to guess. She looked approximately college-age. Arthur wondered if she went to school with them. 

He pulled Kelly off the dryer and placed her behind him, blocking her from view as he put himself between her and the door. She fixed her costume enough to cover herself and placed one arm across her tits and her other hand in front of her bush. 

Arthur wondered how long she’d been standing there, but however long, she’d seen more than Arthur would have liked.

“Guys actually do that?!?” The woman asked. 

“Uh…” Arthur wasn’t sure what to say. “Sorry. We just got carried away and-“ 

“Ugh!” The young woman turned away, ignoring everything Arthur was trying to say. “My boyfriend fucking sucks!” They heard a door slam closed, and the girl was gone. 

Arthur’s expression turned mortified. He turned to Kelly to apologize, but Kelly was inconsolable with laughter. She was bent double, laughing, wheezing, and cackling as she reached out to grip Arthur for support. She was crying, laughing so hard. Arthur had to wonder if this was a nervous reaction. Or maybe she spotted some amusement in what happened that he didn’t. His heart was still pounding in his chest rapid-fire. For now, all he could do was hold on to her, put his arm over her, and try to calm her down. 

It took time, but eventually, she spoke. 

“That poor girl.” She wheezed. “Should you offer to show her boyfriend how to do it?” She cackled. Gone was the melodious, lilting laughter he knew from Kelly. Here was Megan’s uninhibited gut-punching laughter, which made him smile as he shook his head. 

“Come on. Let’s get you upstairs.” Arthur said.

Kelly laughed as she straightened up and let Arthur lead her out of the laundry room. If any of their neighbors heard her giggling as they climbed the rear stairwell, none of them appeared. Arthur’s fit-bit buzzed as he closed his back door behind them and turned the latch to lock it. 

“I’m sorry we got caught.” He told Kelly, whose laughter had died down to a silent chuckle. 

“I’m fine.” She assured him. “I’m fine. I didn’t mind getting caught. It was kind of hot.” 

“You weren’t embarrassed?” Arthur asked, surprised. 

“Embarrassed?” Kelly asked, surprised. “Now that it’s happened… no, I wasn’t. It didn’t feel like we should be. I felt like she appreciated our showing off. She could have left if she didn’t enjoy what she saw, after all. Besides, I work hard for this body. I enjoy showing off the fruit of my labor.” 

Arthur nodded. That made sense. He recognized the sentiment within himself. He enjoyed showing off at the beach or the pool over the summer. Showing off the results of his hard work over the years made him feel appreciated. He was like any sculptor who might enjoy showing off their work. 

“Still. I’ll be more careful next time.” Arthur assured her. 

“Can’t blame you for not hearing her with my thighs over your ears or seeing her with my apron over your head.” Kelly shrugged. “What’s wrong?” She asked as Arthur checked his fit-bit and saw his expression change. 

He had three missed calls, all from Selene. Not texts. Calls. 

“I’m not sure.” Arthur shook his head. He walked over to his phone. Three missed calls and one voicemail. “Uh… we need to take a small break.” Arthur said. “There are water bottles in the fridge. You should probably crack one open.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly said. She smiled at him and walked away to the kitchen. She was still in too good a mood to think anything genuinely terrible could be wrong. 

Arthur listened to the voicemail. “Master, it’s Selene.” The message began. 

“Are you calling him?” He heard Rani’s voice in the background. “We’re fine!” She protested. 

Selene’s voice cut in again. “We, uh… need some help. Katelyn got a little too drunk, and she got thrown from the mechanical bull. She hurt her arm, so we were taking her to the hospital, and Kat almost hit a deer. The car’s okay, but she had to swerve off-road, and we popped a tire, so we’re stuck. Can you come get us?” 

Arthur was already grabbing his jacket and keys when Kelly returned to the room with a water bottle for herself and one for him. Seeing him ready to leave, she realized something was wrong. 

“What’s going on?” Kelly asked. 

“The girls are in trouble. They nearly hit a deer and popped a tire.” He explained, leaving Katelyn out of his relay of information for the moment. 

“Can’t they call triple A or something?” Kelly asked. “Or fix it themselves?” Much less panicked than Arthur was. She pouted, wanting to play more and worry over others less. 

Arthur stopped, looking surprised. “I don’t know if they have a spare.” He said. “Or if any of them know how to change a tire.” 

“My dad taught me to change a tire when I was twelve.” Kelly shook her head. “And how to change my oil.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Mine didn’t, but I learned how when my car broke down a few years back.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, but they called me for help, and–” He realized he hadn’t told her about Katelyn. “There’s one other thing…” He pulled up his phone. “Here, you should just listen to the message.” 

He played the voicemail for her on speaker, and Kelly smacked Arthur’s arm. “You could have told me Katelyn was hurt! Come on! I’ll drive.” She said, talking as she stormed over to her purse and grabbed it. “I’ve had less to drink than you.” 

“Uh… You’re…” Arthur gestured to all of her, making Kelly look down at herself and realize what she was and wasn’t wearing. 

Kelly sighed. “Call Selene and tell her we’re on the way.” She tore off the lace apron, grabbed her black dress, and threw it on. Getting redressed was a struggle, and Kelly zipped up angrily. She looked disheveled but modest enough to be seen without someone realizing the outfit was a costume, so long as she didn’t wear the apron. 

Arthur made the call.

~~~ 

Kat shook her head. “God, she’s going to kill me.” 

“Your mom or Kelly?” Rani asked as she took the jack from Kat, returned it to the trunk, and closed it. 

The car was still off the road. Its blinkers illuminated the night. Kat and Rani stood behind the trunk to assess the damage. Mud coated Kat’s pink cowgirl boots. 

The three girls were still dressed for their evening out. Kat wore a white and pink plaid button-up shirt tucked into white shorts. A pink leather collar clasped her throat with a stainless steel ring in the front and a closed padlock in the back. 

Selene was less on theme with a midriff-baring black t-shirt that ended just below her breasts, black jeans with calf-high boots, and a narrow brown leather choker. 

Rani wore boots, jeans, a checkered black and white flannel shirt open over a white halter crop top showing off her stomach and piercing, and a stainless steel O-ring collar with two black leather straps buckled in the back.  

“Kelly will kill me first, followed by my mom if or when she ever finds out I blew a tire.” Kat sighed. 

“This is not your fault.” Rani assured her. “If you’d hit the deer, you would have wrecked the whole car. Not hitting it was the best thing.” 

“Yeah.” Kat said. She was unenthusiastic and unconvinced. “We still need to take Katelyn to Urgent Care.” 

Selene came out of the car’s passenger side. Her phone was to her ear. “Yeah.” She said. “No, she’s okay. It’s just dislocated.” Selene said. “As far as we can tell. We’re taking her to Urgent Care so they could pop her shoulder back in, but there was a deer on the road, and now we’re stuck. No, we don’t have a Triple A membership.” Selene looked at Kat. 

“Is he coming?” Kat asked. 

Selene nodded but kept talking to Arthur on the phone. “No, we’re not driving on it.” She said. “It’s… we ended up off the road, and there’s a slope. Now, we can’t get the car back onto the road.” 

She waited as Arthur said something. “Yeah, a few houses on the other side of the treeline. We can’t see anything else from this spot.” She explained. “Okay. Okay. See you soon, Master.” Selene hung up the phone. 

“Arthur’s coming?” Rani asked. 

“He and Kelly are on their way.” Selene said. “He said Kelly’s not mad. She’s worried about Katelyn, though.” 

Kat sighed and glanced toward her backseat. “Is she doing okay?”

“She’s lying on her side.” Selene answered. “She hasn’t gotten sick since the swerving, but she’s still crying. I think she’s in a lot of pain.” 

“God.” Kat shook her head. “I feel so bad about all of this.” 

“It’s not your fault.” Rani assured her. 

“I know. I still feel bad.” Kat snapped, suggesting Katelyn’s condition was Rani’s fault. Rani noticed but didn’t intend to accept the blame. 

“It’s a little our fault.” Selene admitted. “We shouldn’t have let her drink that much.” 

“She’s a grown-ass woman. She knew what she was doing.” Rani said. She sounded defensive and looked pissed as she crossed her arms. “It’s not our fault she drank too much.” 

“I mean…” Selene hesitated. “We didn’t need to encourage her to drink. She’s in a bad place, emotionally. She didn’t need to get that drunk.”

“Disagree.” Rani shook her head. “In a bad place emotionally is the perfect time to get wasted.” 

“Well, she’s wasted.” Selene sighed. “And I feel guilty about it.” 

“Me too.” Kat admitted. 

“Well, I don’t.” Rani shrugged. 

“Well, maybe you should.” Kat spat. 

Rani turned to face her. “Excuse me?” 

“Kat…” Selene started, reaching for her sister. She didn’t want any arguments between the harem members, and she didn’t want any resentments. Kat didn’t like Rani when they first met, but after the week they’d had, they’d started to get along. Tonight had been fun until Katelyn’s misadventure with the mechanical bull. 

Kat ignored her sister’s attempt to soothe her temper. “Well, we wouldn’t be in this mess if you weren’t so irresponsible! If you’d spent less time flirting and trying to get wasted yourself, you could have spent more time looking out for Katelyn, which was the entire point of tonight!” 

“I was looking out for Katelyn!” Rani said. “She wasn’t gonna get laid just sitting there! Terry needed the encouragement!” 

“You could have been more responsible! Told her to stop drinking!” Kat argued. 

“I thought she knew her limits!” Rani argued right back. “Who goes out drinking and doesn’t know their tolerance? She wanted to get wasted, and she’s a grown-ass consenting adult, so who am I to stop her? I’m not her mom!” 

“Gah!” Kat yelled in frustration, which Selene recognized as her trademark ending to an argument she knew she couldn’t win. 

Selene stepped in. “Calm down.” Selene said. Her voice was low, patient, and quiet. “Both of you. Fighting amongst ourselves doesn’t solve anything.”

Rani grumbled but made no more argument. She crossed her arms and leaned with her butt against the trunk. 

Kat glared at her but turned away, returned to the diver’s door, and leaned against it. They spent the next few minutes in silence until retching from the back seat broke the peace. Kat groaned. She would need to clean out the car. Selene did her best to silently console her. 

Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait long until Kelly’s SUV rolled up and found them. Arthur was in the passenger seat, dressed much as they left him, in a suit. Kelly wore a black dress instead of a red one, and the white fishnets beneath suggested she’d worn something for Arthur’s sake. Arthur approached the girls first; Kelly went straight to the backseat where Katelyn was lying. 

“Are you all okay?” Arthur asked, worry evident in his voice. He checked them all over, even as Selene embraced him and hid her face in his chest.

“We’re fine.” Selene assured him. “Sorry for interrupting your date, Master.” 

“It’s okay.” Arthur said. He stroked her back absent-mindedly. She moved from hugging him to stepping beside him. “Do you have a spare?” He asked Kat.

“For the last fucking time, we do not.” Kat said. “We checked.” 

Arthur nodded. Kat seemed pissed off at something, but the circumstances warranted that, so he charged through it. 

“Okay.” Arthur pulled up his phone and took control of the situation. “There’s a twenty-four-seven Wal-Mart not too far from here.” 

“Arthur?” Kelly called across the car. 

“Yes?” He asked. Arthur looked past Selene, Kat, and Rani to see Kelly looking into the backseat from the passenger side and stroking Katelyn’s chestnut hair. 

“I need your help. Can you help me carry her into the backseat of my car?” Kelly asked. 

“Of course.” Arthur moved to her side. The backseat was a mess, and the stench of bile and the tangy mercury of regurgitated alcohol assaulted anyone who came near. Arthur breathed as little as possible and winced when he saw her arm. 

“Be careful.” Kelly said. “I’ll take the dislocated side; between us, we should be able to leverage her into my backseat.” 

Arthur nodded. He and Kelly stood on either side of Katelyn. They carefully shuffled her out of Kat’s back seat and then carried her, their arms forming a stretcher beneath her, to Kelly’s car. Selene hustled over and opened Kelly’s car door, and they slid Katelyn across her backseat. 

“I’m sorry Momma.” Katelyn murmured. 

“Shh.” Kelly insisted. “It’s okay.” 

“Watch your head.” Arthur instructed as he got ready to close the door. He wanted to make sure Katelyn was clear before he closed it. 

“Thanks, Daddy.” Katelyn mumbled as she turned from her back onto her good side. 

Arthur closed the door without comment, and Kelly smirked at Arthur. She kissed his cheek. “You okay to help the girls? I’ll take our daughter here to the hospital?” 

Arthur smirked back and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Are you sure? I feel bad leaving you.” 

“I’m sure.” Kelly said. “And I’m sorry about tonight. Maybe if I get her back home, in bed, and we’re still awake, I can come over, and we can finish our date night?” 

Arthur nodded. The multitude of “ifs” didn’t give him much hope, but it was reassuring she shared his wish to reunite. 

“I’ll go with Kelly.” Rani volunteered. “We were taking her to the Urgent Care instead of the hospital.” 

“Good idea.” Kelly checked the time on her phone. “We need to hurry, then. Let’s go. Tell me what happened on the way.” 

Rani frowned but waved goodbye to Selene and Kat as she hopped into the passenger seat of Kelly’s SUV. Arthur and Kelly kissed farewell again, and Arthur headed back toward Kat and Selene. He pulled out his phone as he went over and then put it away. Kelly started her car and drove away, waving to them before she returned to the road. 

Arthur double-checked them to ensure they were alright. Kat looked miserable and angry. Selene looked worried. 

“Everything, besides the obvious, okay?” Arthur asked. 

“Rani’s a bitch.” Kat spat. 

Surprise overtook Arthur’s features. He’d missed something. When the girls left his apartment, they were the best of friends. Now, Kat looked like she would tear Rani’s throat out with her teeth if given the opportunity. Uncertain of the cause, Arthur knew something must have triggered the change, aside from the known drama. Still, as Master of the harem, he felt the responsibility to settle this before disagreements did any harm. 

“Tell me what happened.” Arthur said. “I called an Uber to the Wal-Mart to get a spare tire. Then we’ll return here, fix your car, and be on our way.” 

They caught him up on what happened. Selene told the story as she clutched Arthur’s arm, with Kat making interjections here and there before the Uber arrived. He took off his shirt while they told the story and stuck his white undershirt in their driver’s side window. He put his button-up shirt back on. 

When the Uber arrived, the three of them crammed into the backseat. Selene sat in the middle, cuddling into Arthur and closing her eyes. 

“Is your…” He hesitated and then pulled up his phone again. The three vibes were still active and cycling. The durations between vibrations were long but intense when they turned on. Soon, they would vibrate for longer periods with shorter rests but get less intense. “Let me turn that off for you.” 

“No!” Selene gasped as she squeezed his arm, causing the Uber driver to glance in his rearview mirror. “It’s fine. We have a bet going.” 

“And I want Rani to lose.” Kat crossed her arms and glared at Arthur. 

“Okay…” Arthur said. “If you’re sure.” 

Selene kissed his shoulder. “We’re sure.” 

Otherwise, their ride to Walmart was quiet, and their shopping trip was quick. Arthur found the tire in the catalog based on the make and model of Kat’s car. Luckily, they had the tire in stock. 

“I’ve got this.” Kat said, pulling her wallet out of her purse. 

“Put that away.” Arthur pulled out his wallet. 

“No, I-” Kat started, but Arthur cut her off when he hooked his finger through the ring of her collar and pulled her close. His strength surprised her, and she stepped forward with the pull, pressing herself against him. With their height difference of more than a foot, he forced her to lift her chin toward the ceiling to glare at him. The heat in his eyes knocked her efforts aside when their gazes met, and Kat’s lips parted in a silent gasp. 

“I am covering this.” Arthur told her in a deep and unyielding voice, expressing an immutable fact. “And we will discuss your punishment for arguing with me when we get home.” 

Standing behind them and watching the exchange, Selene whimpered. She had to support herself with one arm on the shelf beside her. She squeezed her thighs together and clamped them over her hand trapped between her legs.

“Are you okay?” Arthur turned his face away from Kat to look at Selene. 

Selene bit her lip and whimpered again, flinching. “I just came.” She admitted, the vibe between her legs still going, but the exchange between Arthur and Kat sent her over the top. 

“Slut.” Kat spat. 

Selene shook her head. “Stop it!” She whispered, her tone harsh. “Or I’ll cum again.” 

Kat stuck her tongue out at Selene, who returned the expression and did her best to stand up straight. 

Arthur turned away. He paid for the tire and pump at the self-checkout, and then they took a quiet but heated Uber ride back to her car. Kat sat in the middle for the return trip, hugging Arthur’s arm. 

After the Uber dropped them off, Kat put her car in neutral. Arthur examined the position and realized the difficulty of pushing the vehicle back onto the road. Instead, he had Kat turn the wheel and pushed the car parallel to the road until they came to a flatter section. 

Kat turned the wheel in the other direction. Arthur pushed the car onto the shoulder, jacked the car, and took off the wheel. Once the car was on the jack, he didn’t take long to swap out the tire. Once done, he lowered the jack and used the pump to inflate the tire, checking the pressure as he went. 

The girls stood behind him and watched the show. They held onto each other when the intensity of the vibrators kicked up a notch. 

“Take it to a shop to secure the nuts.” Arthur said. “But they’ll hold for now.” 

Now calmer, Kat appreciated Arthur much more than before. “Thanks.” She said and gave him a hug. The gesture was simple but meant a lot coming from Kat. Selene joined the hug, and Arthur kissed the top of Kat’s and Selene’s heads before they let him go. 

“Can I ride in your lap?” Selene asked Arthur. “The back seat is kind of gross.” 

“Sure.” Arthur nodded. “Should we drive to the Urgent Care? Meet up with the others?”

Selene held her phone up to show them her conversation with Kelly. “Kelly said they’re still there, last I checked. So… sure. Unless you want to take us home, punish Kat like you promised, and fuck our brains out?” She put her cell away. 

Arthur laughed and patted his insatiable slut on her head. Her suggestion was the hotter option, but he had more important concerns than getting off. “Are you calm enough to talk things out with Rani, or do you need more time?” 

Kat looked sulkily at Arthur but sighed. “Fine, I’ll apologize.” She huffed. “But I still think I’m right.” 

“Right or wrong doesn’t matter here.” Arthur said. “It happened. Now, we have to move forward and deal with the future.” 

“Now we have to move forward and deal with the future.” Kat mocked him in a silly voice. “Did you get that from a fortune cookie?” 

Arthur shook his head at Kat. “Keep mocking me.” He said, his voice stern, letting her know the command was a threat. 

She almost rose to it.

“You already have one punishment coming.” He reminded her. “But I’ll gladly make it two.”

Kat turned away with a blush. “Sorry, Sir.” 

Arthur smiled wide in victory. “To answer your question, it’s just something I picked up.” He shrugged. “Trust me, I know you’re angry. And yeah. Tonight might have gone differently if everyone was willing to rein Katelyn in.” He said as he opened the passenger door. “But no one did. Including Rani and including you.” He pointed out. “And to Rani’s point. Katelyn is an adult. She knew what she was doing and did it anyway. Lesson learned. Next time, we won’t let her drink that much. Right?” 

“I’ll slap her drink out of her hand if I have to.” Selene piped up as she wrinkled her nose at the pungent car interior. “Can we ride with the windows down?” 

They did. The breeze was chilly, given their speed and the early October night, but the temperature wasn’t freezing. Selene sat on Arthur’s lap in the passenger seat with the seatbelt over them. Selene wiggled against him, her intention mischievous. Arthur returned her torture by wrapping his arms around her, putting his hands between her legs, and pressing his fingertips against the vibrator he could feel beneath her jeans. Kat played music while she drove, going stiff for the brief interlude when her vibrator kicked on. By the time they arrived, Rani was waiting for them outside. 

“They gave her an I-V and some fluids because she was dehydrated, and they popped her arm back into place.” Rani announced. “In reverse order.” She said. “But they couldn’t give her meds for the pain because of the alcohol, so… she’s cranky.” 

“How’s Kelly?” Selene asked as she, Arthur, and Kat approached. 

“Mad at me.” Rani looked annoyed. “You were right, okay?” She snapped at Kat. “I should have cut her off. I’m sorry.” 

Kat looked as if she were about to ask Rani to repeat herself. She changed her mind when she looked up to see Arthur’s expression. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m sorry, too.” She said. “I should have cut her off myself, and I shouldn’t have taken my frustrations of the night out on you.” 

Selene smiled. “I think if anything, we should blame Master.” 

Arthur looked confused. “What?” He asked. “What did I do?” 

“You tortured us the entire time we were at that bar with these damn vibrators.” Selene pointed out. “All three of us were on edge the entire time. You’re lucky none of us killed each other on that car ride.” She raised three fingers in exasperation as she spoke. 

Arthur laughed, which the look from Kat told him was the wrong response, but he couldn’t help it. 

“I’m sorry.” Arthur said after a minute. His continued chuckling made them think his apology wasn’t genuine.

“Oh, you will be.” Rani said. “Let’s see how you like it if we drag you around the corner and edge you for a few hours, never letting you finish.” 

Arthur shrugged. “Well, if it helps you feel any better, I didn’t get to finish either. My date tonight got interrupted.” 

The girls’ expressions changed as realization dawned. The knowledge didn’t help them feel any better. Selene was the first to break. “Sorry, Master.” 

“Call it even?” Rani suggested. 

“We’ll call it even.” Arthur agreed. 

Kat sighed. “We’ll take Katelyn home.” She said. “You and Kelly can go finish your date.” 

“In the vomit-mobile?” Rani scrunched up her nose. 

Kat rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll take Katelyn home.” She said. “You and Selene can get a lift back with Arthur and Kelly.” 

“We’ll take an Uber.” Selene piped up. “Let Master and Mistress finish their date.” 

Rani raised an eyebrow at Selene, who nodded, and the two shrugged. 

It was a brief wait for Kelly and Katelyn to exit the Urgent Care. When they did, Katelyn was much more sober than going in. Sobriety was a welcome side effect of relentless vomiting and the hydrating powers of intravenous fluids. She was walking under her own power without swaying or staggering, though her arm was in a sling. 

Selene put her phone away when she saw them coming up after calling an Uber. 

“I’m gonna take her home.” Kat announced to Kelly. “So you and Ma-Arthur can get back to your date.” 

Kelly smirked. “I appreciate that but-” 

“No, Kelly. It’s okay.” Katelyn interjected. “I’m fine. Kat and I could use some catch-up time.” 

“I have that guy’s number if you want it.” Rani volunteered her phone. 

“Oh god no.” Katelyn shook her head. “I could never face that guy again. All that vomiting? I’m so embarrassed.” 

“Hey, he still gave me his number to give you, so… clearly he likes you. Maybe he’s into vomit.” Rani shrugged. She was making a joke, but the idea made everyone there cringe. Even those who had sworn against kink shaming. 

“There’s a kink for everything nowadays.” Selene tried to make a joke out of Rani’s joke and received the same response. 

“Gross.” Katelyn made a face that matched Kelly’s, Kat’s, and Arthur’s. 

“Speaking of…” Kat stepped toward Selene and gestured to her collar. “Can you uh…” 

“Here.” Selene said. She passed Kat the key to her collar’s tiny padlock. Kat pocketed the key. 

“Alright, come on. Let’s get you home.” Kat said to Katelyn and gestured toward her car. 

“I’m sorry about the backseat.” Katelyn grimaced as she followed Kat away from the doors. 

“You will be when you smell it.” Kat nodded and led the way through the crosswalk.

“I’ll pay to have your car cleaned.” Katelyn assured her. 

Kat agreed as they approached her car and walked out of earshot. “Yeah, you will.” 

“Are you two riding with us?” Kelly asked. 

Selene shook her head. “We’ll Uber.” She assured Kelly and Arthur. “We’ll let you two get back to your date.” She said, looking meaningfully at the two of them for Rani’s sake. “And we’ll see you in the morning.” 

Rani agreed with a shrug. “Yeah… We’ll see you in the morning.” 

Kelly looked at Arthur to gauge his approval of their plan and nodded after he did. “Okay. If you’re sure?” 

“We’re sure.” Selene said for both of them. “I already ordered the Uber. Thank you for riding to our rescue, Master.” Selene said as she went up onto her tip-toes and gave him a kiss. “And thank you for driving to our rescue, Mistress.” To everyone’s surprise, Selene did the same thing to Kelly, kissing her.  

Kelly looked at Arthur, who shrugged. She kissed Selene back until Selene pulled away. 

“Same.” Rani said and kissed Arthur. “And ditto.” She kissed Kelly. “Mmm…” She smacked her lips together. “I like your chapstick.” 

“Thanks.” Kelly laughed. “We’ll see you two in the morning.” 

Selene and Rani waved goodbye, and Arthur and Kelly returned to her car. They waited until the Uber showed up for Selene and Rani before they left. The drive back was quiet. 

“You okay?” Arthur asked. 

“Yeah.” Kelly exhaled. “I was worried about Katelyn. But she’s…” Kelly tried to find the words. “Well, emotionally, she’s a real mess right now. Worse than I thought.” She admitted. “I’m glad Kat is with her. She could use a good friend right now.” 

“I think you’ve been a good friend to her.” Arthur pointed out. 

“So have the other girls.” Kelly nodded. Then, she changed the topic to something more prominent in her mind. “That kiss from Selene was weird, right?” 

Arthur chuckled at the non sequitur. “That might have been my fault.” He said. “I’ve been winding them up a bit.” 

He explained about the vibrators and how he set them up on a cycle. 

“Were you… playing with them while we were on our date?” Kelly asked. 

“No.” Arthur answered. “I set the app up, and then the cycle would have just kept going. I checked on them when you were in the bathroom but didn’t have to activate them every time.” 

“Oh, okay.” Kelly nodded. “Good.” 

“Good?” Arthur asked. 

“I would have been pissed off if I found out the entire time I thought I had your full attention, you were splitting it between me and the others.” Kelly admitted. “Tonight was supposed to be just us. Our time. My time.” 

Arthur nodded. “That makes sense.” He understood. The sentiment was possessive, but it wasn’t a cause for concern. Kelly sounded reasonable. His girlfriends expected and deserved his full attention when he was with them. From now on, he’d have to be careful about being on his phone and making sure he gave them his full attention. He decided not to push his luck but to give Kelly his full attention for the rest of the night. 

~~~

“I really am sorry.” Katelyn said as Kat’s car pulled into Katelyn’s apartment building’s parking lot. 

“I know.” Katerine reminded her. “You’ve apologized a lot. You’ve promised to pay for the mess back there-” She thumbed her fist over her shoulder to indicate the stinking back seat. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” 

“Kelly was pretty mad at me.” Katelyn frowned. 

“Did she warn you against drinking too much?” Kat asked. 

“I mean… a little.” Katelyn tilted her head back and forth. 

“And did you drink too much, anyway?” Kat asked. 

Katelyn deflated. “… Yes.” 

Kat scoffed. “Sounds like you earned it then. Come on. Let’s get you upstairs.” She pulled into an empty parking spot a few rows from the door. 

“You want to come up?” Katelyn asked. “Maybe we can salvage the night?” 

“What do you mean?” Kat raised an eyebrow. 

“We can watch a movie, camp out on the sofa, and have a sleepover?” Katelyn asked. “Please?” She asked. “We haven’t done that in forever!” 

Kat laughed. It had been a while since they’d hung out that way, but they weren’t in the dorms anymore, and she was living with her sister instead of her friends. A poor decision, really. She loved her sister, but Selene wasn’t the best roommate. At least sharing an apartment was better than sharing a bedroom. 

“Alright. Why not? I'm free tonight." Kat said as she stepped out of the car and assisted Katelyn. 

“And it’s Saturday tomorrow!” Katelyn said. “We can sleep in!” Their wardrobe and the chilly night air made them hustle through the lobby doors. 

“Well, I’m meeting up with the harem for homecoming tomorrow. They want to do the festival stuff.” Kat shrugged. She was okay to stay the night but couldn’t sleep the morning away. She’d need to return to her apartment, shower, change, and meet the others before they drove to campus after breakfast. 

“Oh… well… can I come with you?” She asked. “I should apologize to the others again.” 

“Well…” Kat hesitated. She didn’t want to hurt Katelyn’s feelings. 

“What? They don’t want to hang with me anymore?” Katelyn asked, surprised. 

“It’s not that.” Kat shook her head and held the front door open for Katelyn as they headed into the building and started walking through the lobby to the elevator. “It’s supposed to be a group date.” 

“Perhaps I’ll call Terry after all.” Katelyn shrugged but with only one shoulder. 

Kat tried to explain. “No, I mean… Our group. The harem.” 

Katelyn looked at her in shock. Then, the realization dawned on her. “Oh, right. Your sex cult.” She said as the elevator arrived. 

Kat rolled her eyes and plodded into the elevator behind Katelyn. “The harem is not a sex cult. It’s what we call ourselves, the group of Arthur’s girlfriends, because the Sisterhood of Excalibur is too much of a mouthful.” She couldn’t help but smile at how true that was. Excalibur was too much of a mouthful.  

“The Sisterhood of-” Katelyn deadpanned and looked at Kat. “Because his name is Arthur?” 

Kat snorted. The two laughed until the elevator dinged and the doors opened again. The hallway to Katelyn’s apartment wasn’t a long walk. 

It was Katelyn’s turn to scoff. “You really call yourselves the harem? Did Arthur come up with that?” 

“I think Selene did. It’s a whole thing in the animes she’s into. We’re kind of re-appropriating it.” Kat shrugged as she waited for Katelyn to unlock her door. 

“Uh huh…” Katelyn murmured, half to herself. She opened the door, and she and Kat pushed inside one after the other, with Katelyn turning the lights on as they entered.  

The apartment wasn’t large, but the L-shaped couch was comfy and pointed right at the television. Beyond it, the dining room table became the resting place for their purses, and Katelyn was already stripping out of her vomit-stained clothes as she headed to her bedroom. Kat followed behind her. 

“You want to get comfy?” Katelyn asked. “I don’t have PJs for you, but I have a robe. Or I’m sure Kelly wouldn’t mind lending you some PJ pants.”

Kat contemplated her sizes compared to Kelly’s. Kelly was larger than skinny, willowy Katelyn, but she was also buff and in a perfect hourglass shape, unlike Kat’s more average-shaped body. Kat was short and in decent shape but not gym-fit. She suspected her definition of ‘medium’ and Kelly’s definition differed significantly. 

“A robe sounds fine.” Kat said. “Do you mind if I get out of these shorts, though? Most of my clothes stink like vomit from the car.” 

“Give them to me.” Katelyn said. “I’ll throw them in the wash, and you can wear them home tomorrow.” 

“Uh…” Katerine hesitated, pausing after she reached for the button on her shorts. 

Katelyn lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t have to be shy. Kelly’s not here, and I’m not going to perv on you or anything.” 

“No, I–” Kat raised an eyebrow. “Kelly’s seen me naked. I’m not nervous around Kelly.” 

“When did that happen?” Katelyn asked, surprised. “Are you two locker room pals now?” 

“Oh, uh… Wednesday night.” Kat said. She sounded hesitant, but Katelyn couldn’t think why. 

Katelyn raised an eyebrow. “When she stayed over at Arthur’s?” 

“When we… all stayed over at Arthur’s.” Kat corrected. 

Katelyn shook her head. “Okay. Let’s have some girl talk, but after I’m finished showering. I’m tired of smelling this stuff on my shirt.” 

She didn’t need to explain herself to Kat, who was also weary of the stench. Katelyn finished stripping down and headed toward the shower, tossing a fluffy pink robe at Kat before she entered the bathroom. Kat wasn’t one to check out her friends, but she couldn’t help thinking that Rani or Mindy would appreciate Katelyn’s body. She was like Selene in some ways but taller, skinnier, and the physical opposite of Kat in even more ways than her sister. They might have similar personalities and tastes in color schemes, but their bodies couldn’t be more different. 

Kat ensured she could hear Katelyn in the shower before she slid her shorts toward the floor. Bet or no bet, they needed to come off. She couldn’t lounge around in front of Katelyn in her underwear and a robe with a plug in her ass and a vibrator in her pussy. She checked her phone and messaged Selene and Rani. 

Brat: I’m taking mine out now. I hope one of you two already has, but I’m crashing at Katelyn’s and don’t want to get caught.

Queenie: You lose, bitch! 

Rani followed her exclamation up with a devil emoji. 

Slut: Don’t listen to her. She’s lying. She took hers out at the clinic. 

Queenie: Traitor! I thought we agreed! 

Selene returned her exclamation with a devil emoji, and Kat laughed aloud, half in amusement and half in relief. 

Kat’s shorts, top, and bra joined the laundry pile. She threw on the robe and waited for Katelyn to exit the bathroom. Then she went in with her purse and removed the vibe. She turned off the app and removed her plug, finding it more difficult than inserting it. Unlocking her collar was tricky, but she spun the collar around, unlocked the padlock, unbuckled the straps, and added the assembly to her purse. She cleaned up, and after cleaning both items and putting her toys away in her purse, she put her panties back on and joined Katelyn in the living room. 

Katelyn had nail polish bottles on the coffee table and had started the Hocus Pocus DVD. She brewed popcorn in the kitchen and poured two enormous bowls. Katelyn wore a robe similar to Kat’s, but older and more faded, making the cloth a lighter pink to cover her pink boy-short panties. She impressed Kat by doing it all with her arm back in a sling. 

Kat sighed as she relaxed on the sofa. “I needed this.” 

Katelyn agreed. “I think I did too. This is nicer than getting wasted. Next time one of us needs a girls’ night out, can we spend the night in instead?” 

Kat nodded emphatically. “Definitely.”  

~~~

Back at Arthur’s place, Kelly took a deep breath. They were tired, but neither wanted to admit their excursion ruined the date night mood. Kelly did her part to fix the mood by unzipping her dress as soon as they were inside and letting the fabric fall to the floor. This left her in the white fishnet stockings, the black lace teddy, her tall black heels, and her black velvet choker with the white lace bow. 

She moved around the coffee table and knelt. The table still bore the toys and tools from Arthur’s briefcase and traveling trunk. They were clean and dry by now, and they both remembered Arthur’s promise to punish her with them. Still, Arthur looked tired, even as watching the now scantily clad Kelly got his heart beating faster. 

“I pushed a car out of a ditch tonight.” Arthur said. He leaned against the door behind him. 

“I’m sorry I missed that.” Kelly admitted from her knees. “It sounds hot to watch.” 

“Mmm.” Arthur grunted a laugh. “I’m going to bring up the laundry. Then we’ll see how tired we are.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly nodded. “Do you want me to bring it up instead?” 

“No. You stay there.” Arthur shook his head as she stood. “That’s an order, Megan.” His use of the name for her maid character was intentional. “I’ll be right back.” 

Kelly watched him go. She had an idea as she watched his backside and stood as soon as the back door closed. 

Arthur hauled the hamper upstairs and set the basket inside the living room. He locked the back door. The lights were off. Kelly had locked the front door. She’d turned everything off. The apartment was ready for Arthur to go to bed.

A single candle illuminated the room and filled it with lavender and vanilla. Arthur blew it out. The rest of the coffee table was bare, with everything put away. The trunk and the briefcase were also gone, and he saw no Megan or Kelly. 

Now, the only light came from his bedroom. He cracked his bedroom door to see Kelly lying face-down on his bed. She laid on the bed spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles pointed toward the corners. She was naked now, her clothes discarded next to the bed. 

She wore leather restraints on one wrist and both ankles. Each restraint connected to straps at the corners of the bed. The color matched the black velvet choker he could see with her red hair swept aside. Above the collar he noticed the black leather strap of a bright red rubber ball gag over her neck, though not yet in her mouth, which she pressed closed. 

She turned her head, and he could see she was wearing a blindfold. The trunk was at the foot of the bed with the briefcase atop it. A black leather flogger lay beside her on the bed, on the side closest to the door. Arthur stepped inside and closed the door behind him, leaving them both bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp on his nightstand. 

“Master?” Kelly asked, having heard the door shut. 

“It’s me.” Arthur assured her. “What’s this?” 

“I disappointed you earlier, Master.” Kelly, or Megan, reminded him. “I’ve earned my punishment. More than that, Katelyn has earned even more punishment from you, but I don’t want you to be angry with her. Please, flog and spank me until you’re satisfied.” 

“And what’s the gag for?” Arthur asked. 

“To keep me from summoning the neighbors when you go hard enough to make me regret my mistakes.” Kelly answered. 

Arthur was hard as steel as he leaned over the bed and picked up the flogger. He dragged the tips of the leather strands across her back, from the base of her neck, down her spine, over the curves of her ass. She shuddered beneath the caress and turned her face into the mattress. He could see her breathing slow and steady, her lower lips parted in eager anticipation. 

“You remember your safe word?” Arthur asked. 

Kelly hesitated. 

“It’s red light.” Arthur reminded her. “And if the gag is in your mouth, it’s three quick grunts or taps. The SOS signal.” 

“Yes, Master.” Kelly said. 

“So tell me your safewords.” Arthur commanded as he dragged the flogger’s tips on a return trip from between Kelly’s thighs all the way to the base of her skull. 

“Red light to stop. Yellow light to slow and check in. SOS grunts or taps to stop if I can’t speak.” Kelly repeated. She clenched her eyes shut beneath the blindfold and clenched her ass as the flogger swept over it, expecting a strike but not receiving one yet. 

“Good girl.” Arthur stroked her hair. He reached past her, took a pillow, and set it beside her. He gripped her hips with his hand and pulled her up, then slid the pillow under her. When she settled, she realized this raised her ass into the air enough to give him a prominent target. 

“And never, ever, bind yourself when I’m not here.” Arthur said more sternly than Kelly expected. 

“Yes, Master.” She said at once. “I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you.” 

“I understand.” Arthur rubbed her back with his flogger-free hand. “And I appreciate the intention. But this can be dangerous.” He let his hand wander up her back, over her shoulder, and up her arm to her wrist. He checked her restraints by attempting to slide his fingers between the cuff and her skin. He -tsked- her and shook his head. 

“Is something wrong?” Kelly asked, concerned. 

“You’ve buckled these too tightly.” Arthur said. He set the flogger down, draping the straps across her lower back. 

“I don’t mind how tight they are.” Kelly assured him. 

“If it’s too tight, your hands and feet will go numb, especially when you pull against them and cut off your circulation.” Arthur explained as he undid her wrist restraint and re-fastened the cuffs one notch looser. “You’ll be in this position for a while if it’s until I’m satisfied.” 

That statement was enough to flush her face for her ignorance. She should have known better than to restrain herself to the bed. Still, she was proud of herself for figuring out how to do it before Arthur returned. 

He moved to her ankle and made his way around the bed, checking and adjusting her restraints until he was satisfied. The most significant change was he’d restrained all four limbs, binding her to the bed and removing any agency she might have kept for herself. 

“More comfortable?” He asked. 

“Yes, Master.” Kelly admitted.

Arthur took up the flogger. “Good. Now, I’m going to tease, spank, flog, beat, and fuck you until I’m too tired to continue.” His voice had a low heat that sent shivers up her spine. She was starting to understand why the others liked this.

To her surprise, he didn’t start with the flogger. The gentle press of the Wartenberg wheel prickled the back of her thigh. She shivered as he rolled the spokes against her hamstring, over her cheek, across her waist, and down her other leg. The metal warmed as it pressed into her hot flesh.

Kelly shivered and trembled beneath his firm, teasing touch as he played with her, rolling the wheel along her body until he found her sensitive spots and her ticklish spots. She jolted to the side at one point when he rolled the wheel beneath her ribs, following the lines of her lats.

“Do your best not to move.” Arthur instructed in his deep baritone voice that warmed her core. 

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master. I’ll learn.” 

“Yes, you will.” Arthur finished teasing her. He rubbed her back in a gentle massage, and she melted into his hand as he soothed over the prickling spots from the wheel. 

“With each spanking, I want you to say, ‘I’m sorry, Master, I will learn.’ Understand?” 

“I’m sorry, Master, I will learn.” Kelly repeated. “Yes, Master.” 

Arthur held the flogger in his left hand, but he wound up his right and slapped her ass with a firm smack into both cheeks. 

Kelly answered his spank with the promise. “I’m sorry, Master, I will learn.” 

Arthur repeated the strike for a second, third, fourth, and fifth time, getting stronger with each blow until he drove Kelly’s hips into the pillow. 

“I’m sorry, Master, I will learn.” Kelly repeated after every blow. She couldn’t tell when the strikes were coming. Nor did she know whether they would be his hand, the flogger, or another instrument. Her ass was red and warm. Her face heated, too, but she breathed through it. Kelly had experienced the impact of a spanking before, but the immobility provided by the restraints increased the sensation when she pulled against them, and they held firm. She wanted to curl but couldn’t, so she clenched and rubbed the pillow under her hips. 

Arthur gave her ten spankings with his hand before he took a longer pause and moved around the bed. Kelly heard the trunk open, even as the blindfold prevented her from seeing him. 

“Master?” She asked. 

Arthur spoke to soothe her fears. “I’m still here. You’re doing very well.” 

She smiled at his praise. 

“How are you feeling? Red light? Yellow light? Green light?” 

“Green light. Definitely.” Kelly nodded. “I’m just getting warmed up.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Just like a workout. It’s always good to warm up first. Now we’re going to move into actual exercises.” He assured her. “Are you ready?” 

Kelly answered too quickly. “Yes, Sir. I mean, Master. Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” Arthur dragged the flogger across her skin again. “I will give you five strikes with a riding crop. They will sting. After each blow, I want you to say, ‘Thank you, Master, I will learn.’ Understood?” 

“Thank you, Master, I will learn.” Kelly repeated. “Yes, Master.” 

Kelly’s new habit of calling him Master rather than Sir was hotter than he expected. It was like she’d taken that step into a roleplay she intended to see through. She was no longer his wife or maid but his slave, trying on Selene’s usual role for a night. He wasn’t complaining. He only hoped she enjoyed this as much as he was. 

Kelly’s body was lust incarnate. Lines of muscle drew Arthur’s gaze from her back to her backside, toned thighs, gorgeous calves, and cuffed ankles. Her hourglass-shaped body narrowed at the waist and flared out at her curvy hips lifted by the pillow. Her heart-shaped ass rose from the rest of it, red from his hand, her breasts pressed against the mattress and spilling out to the side, her wavy red hair falling aside, and the blindfold showed her absolute trust in him. 

The collar around her throat was soft, contrasting with his stiff riding crop. He was hard, and her heady voice only drove him on as she recited her gratitude for every strike he landed. 

“Thank you, Master. I will learn.” 

“Thank you, Master. I will learn.” 

“Thank you, Master. I will learn.” 

“Thank you, Master. I will learn.” 

“Thank you, Master. I will learn.” 

Five recitations for five strikes left five bright, thin lines stacked from the top of her cheeks to the tops of her thighs. 

“How did that feel?” Arthur asked as he set the riding crop beside her. 

“They sting more now in the air than when you hit.” Kelly admitted. “But it’s…” She contemplated the feeling. “Good.” She decided. “Like the exertion from a good workout.” She tried to shrug but couldn’t, restrained as she was. “An okay workout, anyway.” 

Arthur laughed. “Oh, ho. You want me to go harder?” 

“Yes, please. Master.” Kelly smirked at him. “I’m a strong woman. I’m not as fragile as your other girls. I can take it. This is nothing.” 

Arthur chuckled. “We’ll see.” He smacked her across the ass once more, with the crop a shade harder to demonstrate. 

Kelly gasped. “Thank you, Master. I will learn.” 

~~~

Selene and Rani took longer to arrive than the others. Ubering to campus and sitting in the back seat, they rode in relative silence until Rani noticed Selene white-knuckling the door. The drive was quiet, so Rani pulled out her phone and messaged her. 

Queenie: You okay? 

Selene’s phone dinged, and she jumped, pulling her cell out of the purse next to her and opening Rani’s message. She chuckled and texted back. 

Slut: This vibe is driving me crazy. I already came once tonight, but it’s had me on edge ever since.

Queenie: Yeah? Are you doing anything else tonight? 

Slut: Masturbating while thinking of Master and Mistress fucking until I pass out. Master gave me permission to cum as much as I want tonight. 

Rani raised an eyebrow. 

Queenie: That’s my plan, too. 

Slut: The vibe driving you crazy too? 

Rani smirked but shook her head. 

Queenie: I took mine out at the hospital. 

Slut: Ha! You lost the bet! 

Queenie: Well, you still have yours in. What about Kat? Neither of you removed yours after the incident with the deer? 

Slut: I didn’t. Not sure about Kat. 

Queenie: Well, don’t tell her. Wouldn’t you prefer her as a slave for a day?

As if summoned, Kat’s message arrived in a three-way group text. Selene grinned like the cat that ate the canary when the exchange ended. 

Slut: Can we start your timer as my slave right now? 

Queenie: Right now? Lol. You don’t want to wait until morning? 

Selene grinned with her eyes full of mischief. 

Slut: You underestimate how horny I am right now. I’m half tempted to make you crawl to your dorm room behind me. 

Rani gave her an appraising look. 

Queenie: I thought you weren’t bi? 

Slut: Do you have… toys in your room? A strap-on? 

Queenie: Of course I do. Who do you think you’re talking to? Lol. 

Slut: I had an idea if you’re game. Mindy said you’re an anal expert? 

Queenie: Did she? 

It was true, but Rani wasn’t sure she appreciated Mindy spreading the word. Arthur had fucked her in the ass well enough, but he was big. She didn’t want to be his designated anal whore. She needed to be in the right mindset for his massive cock, work up to it, and use lube. Lots of lube.  

Slut: Yeah. 

Selene looked at her with big, pleading eyes. 

Slut: I want you to teach me. I want to take Master’s cock without safewording out like last time. 

Rani read the text and considered her proposal for a moment. 

Slut: Can you teach me how to get fucked in the ass, and I’ll teach you how to be a slave for Master? 

Queenie: lol. I’ll be what, your slave in training for the next twenty-four hours? 

Selene bit her bottom lip and nodded, causing Rani to laugh. Their Uber driver checked his rearview to see them texting on their phones. Typical college kids. No one talked to their drivers anymore, and everyone was obsessed with their TikToks or Instagram reels. 

Queenie: Fine. You could teach me how to deep throat. 

Slut: You can’t deep throat? 

Queenie: Not even a little. Remember? I have a terrible gag reflex. 

Slut: I can teach you! We’ll get you swallowing Master’s monster cock in no time.

Rani giggled, and Selene joined in as the Uber pulled up to her dorm.

“Thank you for the ride!” Selene thanked the driver and got out with Rani. 

Rather than crawl behind her, Rani led the way into the dorm. She led Selene through the main lobby and upstairs to her room. Rani opened the door and checked inside. “No roommate. We’re good.” She gave Selene the thumbs up and let her inside, turning on the light. 

The dorm room was small. The room wasn’t laid out identically to the Freshman suite Selene remembered. This was a two-person room with a private bathroom on the right and two closets to the left. The room opened to an ample square space with two captain’s beds, one on each side of the window on the wall. Each bed had a desk at its foot and a space with a mini-fridge on the near right-hand wall that divided the bedroom from the bathroom. 

There weren’t any posters or frames on the walls, but photographs hanging from wire and clothespins were everywhere. The collection included portraits, locales, and monochrome photos. All of them were 8x10, printed on photo stock paper. A printer, a laptop, and several piles of notebooks covered Rani’s desk with a professional-grade camera case on its chair. 

The floor took considerable effort to navigate. Rani walked in a path only she saw. Selene couldn’t tell where to step over the piles of clothes covering every inch of floor in front of and between the beds. 

“Okay.” Selene said. “I’m a slob, but how do you live like this?” 

Rani laughed. “You get used to it?” She asked. “And I hate doing laundry, so…” She gestured. “I just buy new clothes with my allowance.” 

Selene giggled. “I want Kat to see this. She’d have an aneurism.” 

“Neat freak?” Rani asked as she hopped up and sat on her bed. 

“Compared to me, she is.” Selene agreed as she stepped a few times before hopping beside Rani on her bed. 

“You can take a picture.” Rani shrugged but smiled as she watched Selene settle onto her bed beside her, their legs hanging over the side. “But I’d rather fuck.” 

Selene blushed. “My safeword is Red light.” She said. 

Rani laughed. “Mine’s Bratwurst. Same as Mindy’s. But you’re the Mistress tonight, Slut. You’re the one in command here.”

“Oh… right.” Selene said. She sounded nervous to Rani. “Uh… can I order you to clean your room? Maybe put your dirty clothes into trash bags?” 

Rani raised an eyebrow. “What’s sexy about that?” 

“You could clean naked?” Selene ventured. 

“Would watching me clean naked turn you on? Are you willing to admit you’re attracted to women now?” Rani asked. 

Selene blushed and shook her head. “I’m not.” She admitted. “But… I’m not turned off by them, either? Is that close enough?” 

Rani shrugged. “Sexuality is a spectrum.” She chuckled. “I wasn’t sure I was attracted to women at first, either. My first experience with one was a party that got out of hand. We were drinking and started making out in the pool. She tried to finger me, but the pool water wasn’t helpful, so we moved inside and… I ended up losing my sapphic virginity in some third party’s bedroom.”

Selene blushed but gave her a half smile. She’d been contemplating Rani’s behavior in the bar earlier. Rani had a significant libido, even without the teasing vibes. She pursued her desires with confidence and allure. Selene admired those elements of her personality. 

What she didn’t appreciate was Rani’s eagerness to fuck somebody other than Arthur and outside the harem. So, Selene had an idea. It was better to keep the sex in-house, and since no one else was around, Selene could only offer herself to her master’s concubine. This idea, once sprouted, rose in heat. Maybe the vibe and plug made the initial fantasy alluring, but she enjoyed the idea and wanted to follow through. 

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Rani asked. “Do you… do you want to be?” 

“I haven’t been without Master there.” Selene confessed. “And I want to be. I need to learn how to be for his sake, for when he orders me to be. Also, I am incredibly horny right now, and I want, no, I need, to fuck. I am much more comfortable doing that with someone in the harem. Though, I wish Master were here. I enjoy watching him with the others, but… would you teach me how to fuck a woman?” 

“Of course.” Rani shrugged. “And l know he’s not here.” She looked around. “But we could still involve him.” 

“How?” Selene asked. Her curiosity piqued, but she couldn’t guess what Rani had in mind. She didn’t see any way to involve Arthur without interrupting him and Kelly. 

“Easy.” Rani said. “I provide instruction on pleasing a woman and anal. You teach me deepthroating if you can, and we record ourselves for him. Then you can let him watch the video while you suck him off or something.” 

“Oh-my-god-I-love-that-idea.” Selene said quickly. She was almost angry she hadn’t thought of it first. Recording her daily mantra and sending the recitation to Master was the first task she completed every morning. 

Rani scoffed. “Thought you might. I got you, Mistress.” 

Selene scoffed in return. She knew she wasn’t a very good mistress. She was a slave, but Rani was her slave tonight. 

“Let me push the pile of clothes over, and I can set up a decent filming rig.” She said. “It won’t be super high-quality, but it’ll be decent enough with a ring light.” 

“Okay…” Selene said, unsure what Rani was talking about, but Rani was getting to work. 

~~~

With witches awakened and terrorizing a 90s neighborhood, toenails painted in matching shades of pink, feet up, and the polish put away. Kat and Katelyn relaxed more than they thought possible an hour ago. Maybe it was the fumes. Perhaps it was that Kat was no longer constantly tormented by a cycling vibrator. Whatever the reason, both were glad for it. 

“Okay.” Katelyn said after a deep breath as if steeling herself for something. “I need to ask… How do you put up with Arthur fucking your sister, and Kelly, and all his other women?” 

Kat laughed. 

Katelyn shook her head. “No, seriously. I want to know. I get he’s a ten in bed or whatever, but still. Why on Earth would you or any of the others ever agree to this little sex cult of yours?” 

Kat sighed. “Okay. If you promise to stop calling us a sex cult, and I mean really promise, and never call us that again. Ever. I’ll tell you.” It annoyed Kat every time. She expressed her annoyance every time, and Katelyn kept using the term. 

“Fine.” Katelyn huffed. “I promise.” 

Kat stared her down. “I mean it.” 

“I swear.” Katelyn raised her hand. “I will never call you a sex cult again if you explain everything to me.” 

Kat scoffed. 

“I swear! On my–.” She hesitated, unsure of what to swear on. “I swear.” 

“If you break your promise, I’m telling Kelly you’ve had sex dreams about her.” Kat declared. 

“I told you that in confidence!” Katelyn protested. “You promised you’d never tell!” 

“You’ll have promised you’d never call us a sex cult.” Kat pointed out. “Do we have a deal?” 

Katelyn huffed and sat back on the sofa, her feet still on the coffee table. “Fine. I promise.” 

Kat stretched her neck before she started, contemplating how best to explain. “Did I ever tell you how I met Arthur?” 

“Selene introduced you?” Katelyn asked after trying to remember. 

“Before that.” Kat said. “During my freshman year, I was trying out for the school’s official volleyball team. I did the full tryouts in the uniform and everything. Afterward, a bunch of us ate in the cafeteria.” Katelyn imagined the visual. A bunch of girls in those volleyball shorts that were practically bikini briefs and with Kat’s ass? She’d have been stretching those shorts to their limit. 

“A bunch of guys started giving us grief, my friend specifically. This one fuck boi cornered us in the sandwich line and wouldn’t relent. He asked for her number, and she said no. He asked me out, and I said no. He kept asking, and we kept saying no.” Kat gestured with her hands to show her frustration, and Katelyn rolled her eyes. 

“You still went out with him after that?” Katelyn asked.

“What?” Kat asked. “No, that guy graduated last year. That wasn’t Arthur.” She shook her head. “Let me finish.” 

“Okay.” 

“So this guy kept asking, and asking, and pestering, following us to our table.” Kat continued. “He zeroed in on my friend Mandi and refused to leave us alone. We were about to move tables to escape when this other guy stepped in and stopped him from pestering her.” 

Kat changed her voice, trying to deepen her timbre and imitate Arthur, but her attempt only made Katelyn laugh. “Hey. Leave her alone. She said no. She won’t say yes to get you to stop asking and shouldn’t have to.’ So this fuck boi snapped at this new guy. I turned to see who the knight in shining armor was and-” 

“It was Arthur.” Katelyn rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah.” Kat nodded. “He wasn’t as muscular as he is now, but he was clean-cut and in okay shape. An average guy, handsome, but not like, woah. Still, he towered over this five-ten fuck boi who suddenly decided he had better things to do. The fuck boi actually apologized to her and left, and Arthur? He asked if she was okay, if she felt safe, and if she needed anything. I was a puddle.” 

Katelyn giggled, hiding her face momentarily with her hand. “A puddle?” 

“Head over heels.” Kat shrugged. “I remember I did that thing where you sweep your hair behind your ears? It was a meet cute out of those romances I read, and I wanted him to ask for my number so badly. I tried so hard to get him to notice me.” 

Kat sighed. “Do you know what he did instead?” 

“Flirted with your friend, who was so grateful she fucked him?” Katelyn guessed. 

Kat laughed. “No.”

“Swept you off your feet for a one-night stand or something?” Katelyn asked. 

Kat laughed again. “I wish. No. He introduced us to his girlfriend, Lori. We had lunch together, but he had to leave for work or something and left us there with her. I saw him on campus a few times afterward. The next time I talked to him, a year later, I’d cut and curled my hair and changed my look, and he didn’t even recognize me when Selene introduced us. Like saving us from that guy wasn’t a big deal to him. Something he did any day of the week.” 

“So you think he’s a hero?” Katelyn asked. Her voice was tinged with curiosity. 

Kat sighed. “No. I think he’s a good guy.” She clarified. “When I saw Selene was interested in him, I backed off. I figured he wouldn’t notice me if she was into him, and he had a girlfriend, anyway. Then he didn’t, and I walked in on him and Selene and-” 

“You what?” Katelyn asked. 

Kat laughed. “Oh yeah. I thought something might be going on because Selene said she was going to his place for dinner the night before, right?” 

“With you so far.” Katelyn nodded. 

“The next day, I asked what they did, and she told me they watched The Two Towers and fell asleep. Not uncommon. She’s fallen asleep at his place before, plenty of times. According to her, he tucks her in on the couch and sleeps in his bedroom like a fuckin’ gentleman. Not a big deal, but!” Kat raised her finger in accusation. “I knew she was lying because she had left her Lord of the Rings DVDs at our place the night before. And he was single now, so I knew something was up!” Kat was getting excited as she told the story, as though she were revealing a mystery. 

“I decided to tease her about the lie. I heard The Return of the King in her room after he came over the following day and thought I’d catch them cuddling up on her bed, watching the movie together. Something cute, y’know? They could tell me they were together, and I could be a little jealous but mostly happy for her.” 

Katelyn nodded. 

“Instead, I open the door to find Selene on her knees between his legs, worshiping this guy’s massive cock, which was sticking straight up there in the open like a freakin’ flagpole.” Kat shook her head, but Katelyn giggled at her description. 

Katelyn scoffed. “Oh, come on, he can’t be that big.” 

“I thought you saw him naked already?” Kat asked. “On his first date with Kelly?” 

“I didn’t see his dick. He was naked, but he covered himself with his clothes out of modesty or something.” 

“Girl.” Kat held up her hands and gestured with her left as she chopped her elbow, and beyond the tips of her fingers, off the end of her straightened hand. “He’s huge and thick as fuck, too. I was shocked. I was just… I couldn’t even process it.” 

“What did you do?” Katelyn asked, leaning forward now. 

“I…” Here, Kat hesitated in her retelling. “I kicked him out.” She admitted with the utmost hesitance. 

“You what?” Katelyn asked, shocked. 

Kat tried to defend herself. “I freaked out and totally flipped out on him. I thought he was taking advantage of my little sister, and she was… I mean, I didn’t know she was that sexually advanced. She was…” 

“He was your hero, but you thought he was being a fuck boi?” Katelyn asked, confused. 

Kat stopped and made a sign of surrender with her hands. “I was going through some things.” She explained. “A lot of things. There was so much to process, but yeah. I have no excuse. I don’t handle surprises well, and I was upset. Selene didn’t talk to me until the next day.” 

“What happened when you talked to her?” She asked. 

“She explained how she and Arthur got together. They agreed to try being friends with benefits, which was apparently Selene’s idea. She didn’t want to push him into a relationship if he wasn’t ready for one, in case he wasn’t fully over Lori yet. Selene explained… a lot of things. About her, her sexual development, and her history. Some facts I didn’t know, others I did. Like how she used to peep on me and my ex.” 

“She what?” Katelyn asked. 

Kat scoffed. “We shared a bedroom. There was no privacy. I couldn’t always force her out of the house when we wanted to make out, so… I knew she was watching. I didn’t care. I liked that she could see my ex wanted me and not her, even if that made me a bitch. For her… the experience gave her a different kink. She enjoys watching people. She enjoys sharing, or at least she enjoys sharing Arthur. The whole harem thing was her idea.” 

“So, how did she convince you?” Katelyn asked. “Why did you ever agree to be one of Arthur’s women?” 

“Well, when we started, the harem was just us. Kind of. He’d been on one date with Kelly, but she wasn’t pushing him for a relationship. I thought maybe this was my chance? You know? At worst, I’d get laid, and if I didn’t want to sleep with him before, I definitely wanted to after seeing what he was packing.” She smirked. “Selene suggested I do what she was doing. I could offer to be a friend with benefits, and if a romance developed, I could be his girlfriend, and she could be his-” 

“His other woman?” Katelyn interjected. 

“Well, her word was ‘sex slave,’ but yeah. Essentially.” Kat shrugged. “So I gave Arthur a shot.” 

“And?” Katelyn asked. 

“And I had an orgasm so strong I passed out during our first hook-up.” Kat admitted. “So… yeah. I was hooked. The guy is impossibly hot. That jawline? That face?” 

“Those shoulders.” Katelyn added knowingly. 

Kat paused but nodded. “Yeah.” She said. 

“Then what happened?” Katelyn asked. 

“The harem grew. Selene wanted to share. I know that much. She pushed for him to go out with Mindy, who brought Rani along with her. That was a surprise. An unwelcome one at first, but I came around to the idea. Like I said, I don’t do well with surprises. We talked the plan out with Kelly, and we gave polyamory a shot. Selene calls it uh… how did she phrase it?” Kat stopped talking to conjure up the memory of how Selene had worded her pitch for the harem and gave her best approximation. 

“A sisterhood of women supporting one another and working toward a common goal of mutual satisfaction.” Kat said at last and continued to explain.

Katelyn looked thoughtful, staring blankly at the movie playing low in the background. “She should go into politics.”

“Huh?” Kat asked.

“If she can make polygamy sound feminist, she can convince anyone of anything.” 

They laughed.

“Well… We all liked Arthur and wanted to date him. We wanted to fuck him, anyway. This way, we get to do that with a supportive community behind us to help with any bumps in the road.” Kat said. “It’s like having a support group for your relationship. We get to explore our sexuality and fantasies with him and the others. No shaming, jealousy, or undermining, only fun and support. Like how we came out to support you tonight.” 

Katelyn was quiet, clearly considering everything Kat told her and trying to sort everything out in her head. When Kat talked about the harem, they made sense. From the outside, Arthur appeared to convince these girls they weren’t worth his sole focus and complete love but only a piece. The reality was the girls came together pursuing him, and instead of competing, they cooperated. Even sisters. 

“Isn’t sleeping with a guy who’s sleeping with your sister weird? Doesn’t that gross you out?” Katelyn asked. 

Kat blushed and looked at her feet. “It’s uh… It’s actually kind of hot.” She admitted. “I didn’t expect it to be.” She blurted. “But It’s insanely hot to have him fuck my brains out and see him still have enough stamina to move on to someone else while I recover.” She giggled. “Selene says it’s like watching porn, but with someone you’re rooting for.” 

Katelyn snorted. “That’s… kind of messed up.” 

Kat shrugged. “No more messed up than you calling him Daddy earlier.” 

“What?” Katelyn blushed furiously. “When did I do that?” 

“When he and Kelly carried you into her SUV.” Kat reminded her. “You called her Momma, and you called him Daddy.” 

“I was dehydrated!” Katelyn said in a rush to defend herself. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I didn’t mean it that way, like sexually.” 

“Uh-huh.” Kat rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the movie momentarily as the three witches hovered above the graveyard. “Well, even if you did, the harem’s put a freeze on new members. So don’t plan on calling him Daddy anytime soon.” 

Katelyn looked surprised. “You’re saying your sex c-” She stopped herself. “The harem doesn’t want me?” 

Kat shrugged. “That’s democracy for you. It’s not personal. They don’t want new members until we get used to what we have now.” She didn’t mention the fact she was the one who put the freeze in place and didn’t want Katelyn to join. She had her reasons but didn’t plan to discuss them with Katelyn if she could help it. “Plus, it’s also up to Arthur. He’d have to want you to be a part of the harem, too.” 

“Ah, well… I might have fucked that up. I don’t think he likes me very much.” Katelyn said. 

“Because of your vomiting?” Kat asked. 

“No, because I…” Katelyn hesitated this time. “Kind of sexually assaulted him earlier?” 

“I’m sorry. What?” Kat sat up straight. Katelyn had her full attention. 

Katelyn sighed and told her the story.

~~~

Kelly moaned into the mattress. The gag was still out from between her lips, but the blindfold was still in place. Her rear was bright red from the paddle Arthur set on the mattress beside her, next to the riding crop he’d used on her earlier. Ten spanks with the paddle, and she’d moaned every time, pulling against her restraints and breathing heavily now to the point of panting. 

“How are you doing?” Arthur asked. “Red light?” 

“No, Master.” Kelly shook her head.

“Yellow?” Arthur asked. 

“No!” Kelly wiggled her butt at him as best she could. “Green light. I want more. Harder! I can take it!” 

Arthur chuckled. “I seem to have awoken a beast.” 

Kelly was into spanking; he had known that from their first time together. Still, this was her first time in restraints experimenting with more BDSM-themed play. She enjoyed the pain if Arthur could judge by her smile and wiggling ass. 

“Please?” Kelly asked. “I was very ignorant earlier. I want you to spank me, then use me. Let me be your slut tonight instead of your wife. Flog me! Are you going to use the flogger, finally?” 

Arthur weighed the flogger in his hands and sighed. He didn’t intend to use the tool on first-timers, but this wasn’t her first spanking. Kelly had taken his hand, a wooden spoon, a paddle, and now a riding crop. She knew how they stung and wanted more. She wanted him to spank her harder, and he had been holding back.

He was used to Selene, eager for her punishments but much smaller than him and Kelly. Selene was a five-foot-three ballerina. Kelly was an Amazon. She could take strikes the others couldn’t, and it was time Arthur stopped treating her like she was fragile. Kelly wanted to push herself, so he’d let her test her limits. He had everything on standby in case she encountered a threshold she couldn’t cross. 

Arthur dragged the flogger’s leather straps along her back again, caressing her lats and then her ass. 

Kelly shuddered at the sensation and tugged against the restraints that kept her spread-eagled face down on the mattress and tensed for the coming blow. 

Arthur hesitated but lifted the flogger and brought the straps down across her ass. The thick strands made an impact that shoved her cheeks and made them jiggle, which delighted him. Kelly gave a genuine cry of delight that turned into a gasp as he followed up with a second blow. 

“Oh my–guh.” Kelly started when he struck again. He kept the blows coming in rapid succession, driving harder each time. 

Arthur watched her as he spanked her with the flogger, watching for any signs of regret on her face, but saw only determination and… enjoyment. He knew that look. He’d seen her make that expression for years at the gym, pushing hard through a good workout and getting her time’s worth. She enjoyed this. Kelly pushed herself, her limits, and her body. She was in her happy place, enjoying those endorphins and other chemicals as they washed through her, lifting her spirits with every muscle contraction. 

“Harder.” Kelly moaned. “Harder!” She cried. 

Arthur couldn’t give in. He knew better than to lose control and wail away on Kelly with the flogger. Arthur had to restrain himself, enjoy the moment, but not lose control, which was becoming increasingly difficult. He was so hard his legs hurt. Arthur wanted to crawl onto the bed and take her slick pussy from behind. 

She was wet to where he could see the bedside light glisten between her thighs, the small damp spot on his bedsheet, and smell her arousal in the air. 

“Harder!” Kelly pushed her ass up to meet the next blow, then ground her hips on the pillow below her when Arthur drove the flogger across her ass. “Harder!” 

Arthur struck her harder and changed things up. He stopped, panting from the exercise, and set the flogger on her back to let her know even though she wore her blindfold. 

“Green light! Let’s go!” Kelly said quickly. “I’m almost…. I’m almost there, Master.” She panted. 

Arthur dragged the leather strips across her upper back, and she flexed to caress the strands as they swept across her skin. He lashed her upper back with the flogger in his left hand, and she hunched her shoulders but moaned. Arthur followed with a right-handed paddle spank, and she moaned even louder. 

Arthur alternated between the two, flogging her back and paddling her ass. He grew more robust with each blow until she panted in rhythm with him, lifting her ass to meet him and grinding low into the too-soft pillow.

“Please, Master. Arthur. Am I allowed to–Can I–” She tensed, pulling against the restraints so hard Arthur thought, only for a moment, they might tear or break. 

“Please–” Kelly panted. “Please.” She kept saying. 

“You want me to lighten up?” Arthur asked. 

“No!” Kelly flailed. “Keep going! I can take it! I promise! Please! I’m almost there!” She moaned into the mattress again, pulling against the restraints. 

Arthur went harder until her body started clenching and gasping, little orgasms rolling through her at the exertion, and then he took his moment. He tore his suit pants off, bent over her from behind, notched his swollen cock head against her lower folds, and plunged into her. He thrust forward and smashed his pelvis onto her peach-shaped and red-apple-colored ass. 

Kelly screamed, pushing her face into the sheet and letting loose a muffled scream that emptied her lungs as her orgasm took her. She squeezed Arthur’s cock inside her and used every core muscle to milk his cock and keep him from pulling out. He only managed a few thrusts inside her while she screamed her orgasms into the mattress before he clenched and exploded inside her. Arthur threw his head back as he came and grunted a bellow of relief. He placed his hands beside her breasts, his knees between her clenched thighs. 

“Oh, my god.” Kelly gasped, and she repeated the phrase as she shuddered and convulsed beneath him.

Arthur shuddered, then held still until they were both coming down. He kissed his way along her back, letting his lips press against the red marks he’d made with the flogger. He walked backward on his knees and pulled out of her. 

They both took deep breaths. Kelly melted into the mattress. Arthur stood at the edge of the bed, catching his breath. 

“Oh, my god.” Kelly repeated. “Arthur, that was-” 

They heard a knocking noise. A dull, repetitive thudding sound came from the floor. They both realized the knocking hadn’t just started but had been going on since Kelly screamed. 

Kelly sighed. “I should have used the gag. Tell them if they don’t fuck off, I will personally beat the shit out of them.” 

Arthur laughed. Kelly could pummel them, too. His downstairs neighbors were twiddly grumps who didn’t appreciate the noise he or his girlfriends made. It was late, he supposed, but just because they didn’t fuck anymore didn’t mean Arthur would become celibate. 

Arthur stomped his foot twice on the ceiling, and the thudding stopped. Message received. They would be quiet for a while. 

Kelly relaxed, attempting to melt further into the mattress and drift off to sleep. She grunted in protest when Arthur started unfastening her ankle restraint. 

“You can’t sleep in them.” Arthur explained. 

Kelly groaned in answer. “I don’t want to sleep in them all night. I need a few minutes; I’m dizzy. I think… whatever that was. That was the hardest I’ve ever cum.” 

Arthur allowed himself to feel pride in that. He rubbed her ankle, where the red mark from the restraint faded into her skin. She’d been pulling against them intermittently the entire time, and he was glad he’d loosened them before they started. Straining against them had given her marks. 

He unclasped her right wrist and rubbed it. She let him, and her breathing started normalizing. When he let go, she used her now-free right hand to push up the blindfold to see him. He was naked now and only half-hard, but she very much enjoyed the view as he rubbed her other ankle and calf. 

Arthur’s voice soothed her. “You were a very good girl. I’m proud of you.” 

Kelly blushed. “Thank you.” She whispered. “Did it–” She hesitated. “Was that good for you?” 

“It was great.” Arthur nodded and undid her last restraint. He took her hand and massaged her, rubbing her palm and wrist for a few minutes in silence. Finished, he picked up the tools and put them away, wiping each down first. 

Kelly rolled over and sat up. She removed the gag, which she’d never used, and the collar, rolling and stretching her neck once free. She wasn’t a fan of things against her throat, but she’d worn her collar for him. Just like she’d worn everything tonight for him. Now naked, she had never felt so good, even with the dull sting on her back and ass pressed into the mattress. 

“So that’s what they like about bondage.” Kelly nodded. “I get it.” 

Arthur laughed. “Stay there a second. I’ll get us water and some lotion for your ass.” 

“My ass is fine.” Kelly protested. 

“It’ll prevent welts and keep any skin from splitting. Let me take care of you.” Arthur’s tone was commanding but not angry. His was a plea from a determined man. If Kelly wasn’t already gooey inside when she looked at him, she was putty in his hands now. 

“Yes, Sir.” She said obediently and watched his cute butt as he exited the bedroom. 

He returned soon enough and offered her a large water bottle. She drank most of it, tilting her head back to swallow. The water was life entering her veins through her stomach, and she hadn’t realized how far she’d pushed herself until she cooled off. The sign of a good workout. 

“I need to do this more often.” Kelly said with determination. “Not tonight… but do you think we’ll have time before homecoming tomorrow?” 

Kelly was serious, but Arthur shook his head. “Pace yourself.” He said. “I learned that lesson with Selene. We dove into things quite fast, and slowing down was difficult. I’m not sure we ever did. It’s better to not obsess, though it’s new and fun to fixate on the possibilities.” 

Arthur wasn’t angry, nor did he regret what he’d done, but there was wisdom and experience in the words that Kelly accepted. Arthur had the experience here, and she decided to submit to him as her boyfriend, husband, Master, or whatever title he damn well wanted. The only thing stronger than her gooey feelings for him was her respect for him, and she was determined to follow his lead. 

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly took another drink from her water bottle and finished it. 

“Now roll over.” Arthur instructed, and Kelly obeyed. He lotioned his hands first and then spent ten minutes rubbing her back and butt, eliciting small moans of pleasure from Kelly that had nothing to do with sex. Well, it had somewhat to do with sex, but she was too tired to offer herself to him the way she wanted to.

She wasn’t sure where her mind drifted, but Kelly enjoyed every moment of his touch. 

The physical connection between them, every touch of gentle pressure, relieved her body and helped her come down from her high. Their connection became something more profound than skin-to-skin. Her heart beat with his, her lungs breathed with him, and her soul reached out to his until she felt him embracing her.

When he finished, he rubbed her with a cloth that dried off the remnants of whatever lotion hadn’t worked its way into her skin. Arthur entered the bathroom and washed his hands before returning. 

Kelly waited for him, and when he returned, she turned on her side, facing him. Her bottom leg was straight, and her top leg bent toward the ceiling with her foot on the mattress behind her other knee. She looked gorgeous, and Arthur had to remember to breathe. All he could think about was kissing her and climbing into bed with her.

“Come on, Hubby.” Kelly patted the bed next to her. “Come to bed.”

Arthur obeyed. 

~~~

Selene was in the bathroom, taking out the vibe and plug. Rani pushed the clothes away to clear the space by the bed. She hung a clean white sheet from the ceiling by two hooks at the foot.

Rani giggled when there was an unmistakable sigh of relief from the bathroom. Selene had pulled out the surprisingly large butt plug. Then, Rani set up the tripod for her video camera. For lighting, she added a ring light pointed toward the bed from across the window, bathing the bed in bright light when combined with the overhead.

“Wow.” Selene sounded surprised when she came out of the bathroom, still dressed. “This almost looks like a professional porn shoot. Have you done this before?”

Rani winked. “I’ve done some videography, but I’m better with still photography. I’ve taken plenty of photoshoots of myself.” She admitted. “I considered starting a cam career but don’t have time. When I’m here, I do homework. No time to run a porn empire.”

Selene nodded and giggled. Rani didn’t see any shame in sex work and Selene liked her for that.

They stood awkwardly, looking at one another, each waiting for the other to begin. They were both fully clothed, but Selene felt naked. She and Rani barely knew one another. Selene had never slept with anyone she didn’t know well. She had never fucked a woman, though she’d done a few things with Mindy when Arthur instructed.

“You still want to do this?” Rani asked.

“Yes.” Selene said with determination. “I’m just not sure how to start.”

“I had an idea as to the how.” Rani said. She presented Selene with a duffel bag from the closet.

Unlike Arthur’s trunk or briefcase, the duffel didn’t contain any tools for punishment or restraint. Rani had filled the bag with toys for female pleasure. Dildos, vibrators, plugs, and other items in every shape, size, color, and texture Selene could imagine. Several dildos were odd shapes and grotesque sizes that made Selene wonder what the people designing them had been smoking.

Rani plunged her hand into the duffel as Selene held the bag. She produced a long, thick, black rubber cock impaled through what looked like the front of a thong. Selene eventually recognized the device as a double-sided strap-on.

Selene’s first thought was that Arthur had a bigger dick, but the strap-on had a similar girth at the base, making it a suitable substitute for training.

“Let’s do the oral first. If you don’t mind, Mistress.” Rani teased her. “So… strip and put this on.”

“Hey, you’re my slave tonight.” Selene reminded her. “I’ll decide who wears this first.”

Rani raised an eyebrow but smiled when Selene snatched the strap-on away after her momentary hesitation. 

Selene wore the device first, but if pressed, she would say her decision had nothing to do with Rani’s suggestion.

Rani nodded toward the camera. “Now, for my idea: do you want to record a message for Arthur to get us started?” She asked. She sat on the bed, her feet on the floor.

“Good idea.” Selene agreed. She set the duffel bag on a nearby pile of clothes and sat beside Rani on the bed, facing the camera.

Rani activated the camera with a remote control. Selene stared at the red light and giggled.

“What should we say?” Selene asked.

Rani scoffed. “Whatever you want to say to him. Say Hi, Master. Or something.”

“Hi, Master.” Selene waved. “I don’t know when you’ll watch this, but Rani and I thought we’d record a gift for you tonight. You gave us permission to cum, so we’re gonna make use of it.” Selene’s smile was wide across her face. “I’m going to teach your concubine how to take you down her throat. And she’s going to teach me how to take you up my ass. I hope you enjoy watching us, Master. And if we’re very good, I hope you let us fuck or suck you while you watch this.”

Selene waved goodbye to the camera, and Rani joined in before she turned off the recording.

“Okay, let’s get a shot of you in front of the window.” Rani suggested. “The closed blinds offer a decent backdrop, and you can strip for him. I’ll put on some music if you want.”

“Hmm…” Selene had a better idea. “I think I’ll recite my mantra and remove my clothes piece by piece rather than dance. I’d need more room to dance.”

“Okay. You do what you want. I’ll follow you with the camera.” Rani agreed.

“And then I’ll do the same for you?” Selene asked.

“Yeah.” Rani said. She smiled and got behind the camera, turning the device and lining up the lights while Selene knelt between the two beds, still clothed.

She knelt there, her sweater over the t-shirt Arthur cut, showing off her stomach and the start of her curved hips. Her black jeans weren’t particularly alluring, but she considered her boots sexy.

Selene nodded to Rani, who started the camera.

She remained in the kneeling Nadu pose, her hands turned palms up on her thighs, her back straight, her knees spread, and her butt sitting back on her heels. “I am your slave, and you are my Master. I am yours to play with and yours to control.”

She rocked back and stood. “I will eagerly see to your needs and serve you with my whole heart.”

Selene rolled her shoulders and let the white sweater over her clothes slide down her arms. “I eagerly give you my body and want you to use me as you see fit.”

She touched the collar at her throat. “I will wear the signs of my submission with pride.”

She took off her right boot. “I eagerly obey you in all things. I know you will take care of me as my Master.” She took off her left boot.

She lifted her cropped t-shirt overhead and offered the cloth to the camera before letting the shirt drop. “I am your slave, Master. Your plaything.” Her breasts were round handfuls of pale flesh topped with tiny nipples that could have poked through steel.

Selene unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them partway down her thighs, revealing the thong she wore. “Your fuck toy. Your pet.” She finished taking off her pants as she continued. “I am whatever you need me to be to bring you pleasure, and I will seek to bring you pleasure in all things.”

She turned around, bent over, and lowered the thong. She showed off her bubble butt and toned ballerina legs with every move. “I am owned, cared for, and safe with you, Master.”

Selene spun to face the camera and returned to the Nadu position, her eyes on the lens as she descended. She broke eye contact, looked at the floor, and rolled her shoulders back to thrust out her breasts. “Please, Master, use your slut.”

Silence fell, and Selene maintained the position.

“That was hot as fuck.” Rani piped up, which made Selene smile, blush, and look away.

Selene stood after a silent moment passed. “Thank you.” She said to Rani and then stepped aside. “Your turn.”

Rani shrugged and swapped places with Selene. “Yes, Mistress.”

Rani looked at the camera. Selene adjusted the frame from the opposite side of the tripod. She zoomed in on Rani’s face, her gold nose ring piercing, and her gold eyebrow stud shining in the light against her dark Indian skin.

“Hi, Master.” Rani began. “I lost a bet against your slut and brat today, so your slut is making me her bitch this evening.”

Selene giggled from behind the camera.

Rani looked toward her, then back at the camera. “As your concubine, I must learn to please you like the others do. As your queen, I need to educate them to please you. So, your slut and I have agreed to an exchange. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Are you okay if I riff off your slave pledge?” Rani asked in a suddenly serious tone.

“Of course!” Selene nodded rapid-fire. “Go for it.”

Selene zoomed out as Rani turned away.

“I am your concubine, my King. I am yours to play with and yours to spoil.” She bent at the waist, stuck out her apple-bottom butt, and unzipped her calf-length boots first.

Rani snapped up and stepped out of her shoes, placing her feet on either side. Selene adjusted the camera to her new height, keeping her in the center of the frame. “I will eagerly see to your pleasure and mine.”

With her back still turned to the camera, Rani rolled the open flannel shirt off her shoulders, baring her back to the camera first. The halter top straps tied behind her neck and ran across the middle of her back. Rani reached down and peeled off the shirt from the front, hiding her breasts from the view of the camera. “I will give you my body and want you to pleasure me as you see fit.”

Looking over her shoulder at the lens, she kept her actions hidden from view. She rubbed her hands down the front of her body to the waist of her jeans. “I will wear the signs of your authority with pride.”

Rani unfastened the button and wiggled her hips as she lowered the zipper. “I know you will take care of me as my King and treat me as I want to be treated.”

She turned to face the camera, her arms hiding her breasts in a V as she opened her jeans, showing off a patch of dark hair beneath sheer white panties. “I am your concubine, my King. Your plaything.”

She pushed the jeans down from the front, keeping her breasts covered and pressed flat against her body so they spilled out from behind her arms. When she snapped back up, she covered them by crossing her arms over her chest and touching her opposite shoulders. “I will please you and seek your pleasure as eagerly as you seek mine.”

Rani kicked her jeans toward the camera and turned around to show off the panties wedged and splitting her massive ass cheeks, which she wiggled for the show. “I am owned by you, my King.”

Selene was silent as she watched, enraptured by Rani’s every movement as she hooked her fingers into the waistband and lowered the panties. She bent to follow them down her legs and brought them up, tossing them behind the camera. Selene caught them before tossing them onto the bed. “Please, my King, let me bring you pleasure.”

Rani then knelt and assumed her closest approximation of the Nadu position.

Selene couldn’t help but come around the camera and fix Rani’s position with her foot, prodding her and moving her into a better form. “That was hot.” Selene admitted. “I think you might have upstaged me.”

Rani scoffed. “We’ll have to ask Arthur which pledge he liked better. Or maybe we’ll be able to tell if we’re with him when he watches this.”

“Another challenge?” Selene asked.

“Want to make a bet out of it?” Rani answered Selene’s question with another question. She was happy to offer stakes that might free her from an undetermined punishment.

“No.” Selene said, fully aware of what Rani was attempting.

“Fine.” Rani rolled her eyes. “You wanted me to learn oral first, yes, Mistress?” She asked.

“Yes.” Selene answered. She held the double-sided strap-on to the camera and smiled. She took the interior dildo in her hand and held the device up, then dropped her mouth over the smaller side. Selene swallowed the curved faux-cock to her fist clamped around the base. She worked her head back and forth until the black polymer glistened with her saliva. Then she lowered the dildo, pressed the tip against her folds, and slid it inside.

She strapped the strap-on in place and tightened everything, leaving the external dildo waving in front of Rani’s face. The rubber was stiffer than she expected, but she made no protest. Selene looked down and saw her approximation of a dick sticking out toward Rani. She wiggled her hips, swinging the faux-dick back and forth with a laugh.

“Show me what you can do.” Selene said. “Go as far as you can without gagging.”

Rani leaned forward and looked up at Selene, making eye contact as she took the strap-on past her lips and into her mouth by only a few inches. She made a show of sucking and tonguing the tip, but she stopped before the rubber reached the back of her tongue.

Selene stood there with her feet apart, squirming at every subtle movement of the dildo inside her as Rani’s head bobbed back and forth. The side of her hand was lightly pleasurable, but only lightly. She’d need to fuck Rani to revel in that after-fuck high.

“You can’t go any deeper?” Selene pressed.

Rani withdrew. “No, Mistress.”

“Okay.” Selene nodded. “This time, take this cock until you gag. Go as far as you can.”

“And if I throw up?” Rani asked.

Selene sighed. She was tired of dealing with vomit tonight, but she knew gagging and vomiting was a risk. “Swallow it back down, for fuck’s sake.”

Rani didn’t look pleased with Selene’s response to her protest, but she continued. She leaned forward and took the dildo into her mouth, past her lips, and behind her teeth. The stiff shaft tasted nothing like Arthur. It smelled dry, and she wasn’t close enough to smell the lube, Selene, or even Selene’s soap. The shaft slid to the back of her tongue and pressed a spot on the roof of her mouth. Her body instinctively gagged, and she whipped her head off of the rubber and coughed.

“Hm…” Selene said. She measured the saliva on the fake cock and evaluated Rani’s problem. “We have a few options, I think. You’ll need to practice, obviously. Tongue-scraping with your toothbrush can help; swallowing instead of coughing will train a suitable response. Another method they suggest is distraction pain.”

“Who suggests?” Rani asked. She was curious to know where Selene acquired her expertise.

“Certain blogs in my browsing history.” Selene answered. “I told you, I’ve been researching.”

Rani nodded. “Okay. Distraction pain, like what?” She asked. Rani wasn’t someone who considered pain arousing. She wasn’t Mindy, but she was willing to try if the pain wasn’t too overwhelming.

“I want you to pinch your tits.” Selene instructed. “This time, as you go down, pinch your tit. Then, make a fist with your other hand, with your thumb in your fist. As soon as you feel discomfort in your mouth, I want you to squeeze.”

Rani appeared dubious, but she didn’t balk or tell Selene to fuck off. She straightened and prepared herself. Her nipple piercing made pinching herself tricky, but Rani worked it out by pinching the underside of her breast. Her left fist remained between her legs, rubbing herself with gentle pressure, but she kept her thumb in her fist rather than outside it. Then she leaned forward and took Selene’s strap-on into her mouth again. She sucked and swallowed against it and surprised herself with her initial success.

Selene watched as Rani leaned forward and took the dildo further than before. The attempt wasn’t a complete success. She wasn’t deep-throating, but this time, the tip pressed against the back of her mouth without Rani gagging or coughing.

“Good girl.” Selene said, not thinking.

Rani held her position on the dildo for a second and took a deep breath through her nose. She slid forward and pushed the dildo’s head against her throat. She gagged, despite her attempts to distract herself, and then yelped at the pain. Worse, she felt like she couldn’t breathe and shoved Selene away.

Selene, smaller than Rani and not braced against the shove, staggered back and fell onto Rani’s bed, laughing. 

Rani coughed and sputtered. She swallowed the rising bile and turned her head away, just in case.

“I told you.” Rani panted. “I can’t do it.”

“Nonsense.” Selene said. “You just need to practice.”

“Ugh.” Rani shook her head. “Why? Why am I doing this? It’s only foreplay, and it’s not as if he won’t cum by stroking or fucking, right? Besides, he’s got you, Mindy, and Kelly, who can deep-throat him. Why waste time trying to fuck my face when he has you?”

Selene sat up on the bed and shook her head. “Because we aren’t you.” Selene said. “I want to help you give Master the gift of taking him into your throat. I want to help you receive the gift of Master’s cock in every hole. Only you can give yourself to him. Does that make sense? He might have my throat, Whore’s, or Mistress’ any time he wants, but if he wants yours, I want you to be able to give it to him. It’s the same reason I want your help with anal.” She said. “He might have your ass, or Whore’s, any time he wants them, right? But I want him to fuck my ass whenever he wants, wherever he wants. I want to not have to suggest he use one of his other women when he wants to use me.”

Rani’s frown faded as Selene spoke, and she gulped as she pictured the scenario. “Fuck.” Rani shook her head and got back into the Nadu position. “That’s a surprisingly profound argument.”

Selene smiled. “Thank you. Now, let’s go again. I want you to keep trying until you can take a full inch of this fake cock into your throat without dying. That’s all we need for tonight.”

Rani nodded and waited as Selene stood up again and resumed her position. Selene stood with one foot behind her this time, just in case. Rani worked her way to the line, not diving straight for where she’d left off. She suckled to get used to the dick in her mouth.

She still had to use distraction methods to keep from gagging on the dildo in her mouth after a point. Still, she grew her tolerance enough to let the dildo press against her throat entrance without gagging immediately.

“Swallow.” Selene said. “Clench your thumb. Hold it tight.”

Selene’s words were as much encouragement as instructions, and Rani did her best to obey. There was a half hour of footage before Rani took half an inch of cock into her throat without dying. More than that, though, and she couldn’t repress the instinct no matter how hard she squeezed her tits or her thumbs.

Selene relented. “Half an inch is good enough for tonight.” She said. “I’m getting tired, and I still want you to teach me anal.”

Rani nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

Selene started unstrapping the strap-on and dragged the curved part out. The rubber was slick but stiff. The intense vibrator from before excited and aroused her the entire night, leaving her eager for another release. She knew the same was true of Rani.

“Where’s that plug you had in?” Rani asked.

Selene fetched the plug while Rani cleaned and put on the strap. She fucked herself with the dildo for a few strokes, then strapped the harness on, closing her eyes at the pleasure. She pulled more lube from a drawer under her bed and turned the camera toward the bed.

“Okay.” Rani said as Selene handed her the plug. “We’re going to use distractions, but we’re going to use distraction pleasure instead of pain.” She told Selene.

“Same difference.” Selene shrugged. “Where do you want me?”

“Bend over the bed, Mistress.” Rani instructed. “Put one hand between your legs so you can play with yourself, and use the other to grip the sheets. Maybe put a pillow under your hips?” She added after Selene moved into position.

Selene grabbed the pillow from the bed and put the fluffy sack under her hips, lifting her backside even more. The balls of her feet were still on the floor with her legs spread.

Rani stood behind her and gently pressed the tip of the strap-on against Selene’s lower lips from behind her. Selene moaned. “I’m tempted to fuck you with this. It’d be good for both of us. You’d be more relaxed after an orgasm, which might help.”

Selene was quiet for a moment. “If you think it will help.” Selene said. “I submit to your judgment. You’re the teacher now.”

Rani traced her fingertips along Selene’s ass. The first genuinely sexual touch between them. She watched the goosebumps spike along Selene’s back, and Rani smiled as she saw the light from the camera glisten between Selene’s legs. Rani probed Selene with her fingers, grazing her skin in firm strokes until she came to Selene’s pussy. She slid a finger inside and rubbed Selene’s clit gently with her knuckle.

Selene gasped and parted her legs wider.

“You’re sure you’re not bi?” Rani asked.

Selene looked at her over her shoulder. “Just fuck me, bitch.”

Rani notched the tip of the strap-on against Selene’s pussy lips and shoved her hips forward. She entered Selene in one steady stroke, and Selene cooed in delight. She wiggled and pressed herself back to plunge further, but the back of her thighs hit Rani’s hips and couldn’t go any further.

Rani started sawing back and forth, fucking Selene in steady strokes. She lubed her fingers and the plug. Then she looked at Selene’s cute bubble butt and bit her bottom lip. “Master’s going to love tearing this ass up.” Rani said. “Just imagine his cock, even bigger than this. I can’t believe he fits in your pussy, much less your mouth or this small pink hole.” She pressed her lubed finger against Selene’s asshole, and Selene moaned in response.

“Master’s little slut.” Rani continued. “No wonder he loves fucking you. You’re so small and tight. And you’re such a masochist. It must be painful when he loses his cool and fucks you hard and fast, like a proper slut.”

Selene moaned louder, and Rani slipped a finger into her sphincter, pressing one finger in and pumping while she fucked her. Her asshole was tight, and she clenched unconsciously, squeezing Rani’s finger like a vise.

“Relax, slut. Pinch something else.” Rani slapped her ass with her free hand.

Selene gasped and shoved her face into the mattress. She murmured something, then moaned. Selene loosened up, but Rani didn’t think she’d loosened enough. She circled her finger around, stretching Selene’s asshole until she could fit a second finger.

Selene was getting overstimulated, but that didn’t slow her down from playing with her clit. She rubbed herself while Rani fucked her with the strap-on and fingered her asshole. “It feels weird.” Selene panted.

“You’re weird.” Rani reminded her. “Look at the camera. Tell Master how good this feels.”

“Ugh.” Selene grunted as she turned her head. She took a moment to find the camera. She spotted the lens at an angle from them, looking over Rani’s shoulder. “Master… It feels so good.” She panted. “Not as good as your cock, but-” She gasped as Rani slapped her ass again and quivered. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Rani laughed and moved her fingers away, giving Selene short-lived relief. She pressed the tip of the lubed plug against Selene and massaged her hole. Selene moaned again and raked her hand across the mattress.

Selene gasped. “Do it.”

Rani pressed the plug against her, and Selene braced herself. “Relax.” Rani reminded her. “If you don’t let it in, it will hurt.” She realized that might not deter Selene, but she had to warn her.

Selene nodded, relaxing a minuscule amount, and pushed herself back against Rani’s strap-on. “Oh, Master.” Selene panted. “You should make your concubine fuck all your girls. She’s fantastic.”

Rani smiled and started pumping harder into Selene. She tried to give Selene time to adjust as she pressed the plug forward, but there was still a tough push before the bulb plopped through and filled Selene.

Selene cried out as the plug stretched her, filled her, and made her feel as though she were about to burst. She rubbed furiously at her clit, as if trying to punish herself, and she let go of the mattress to squeeze her breast to distract her from the plug. The combination of pleasure, pain, and Rani’s strap-on pumping into her cunt was too much. She bit the mattress and clenched her entire body as she came. Her hand went still as her thighs slammed together, trapping her hand.

Rani tried to pull the strap-on out of her, but Selene clung to the cock with her internal muscles. The strap-on might have pulled off if Rani hadn’t strapped it on. Still, Rani yanked the dildo out with a crack of her hips, making Selene gasp and claw at the bed.

“Now that you’re nice and relaxed…” Rani smirked. The strap-on wasn’t as wide as the plug. Rani knew the bulb would stretch her out. Still, the plug easily slid out, thanks to her lubrication, but inserting the strap-on into her asshole proved more challenging since it went deeper. Selene grunted and wiggled, but Rani slid the faux-cock in enough to make her arch her back.

The dildo was well-lubed, and Selene’s hole was relaxed for a change. Yet the strap-on reached further than the plug, and the internal pressure was very different. She wiggled more, and Rani held her hips to hold her still.

“When this is done…” Rani panted. “I need to cum.”

“I’ll take care of you.” Selene promised. “Just fuck my ass so I can learn to please our Master.”

Rani giggled, slapped her on the ass again, and fucked her.

Between Rani slamming her back and forth, driving her into the pillow beneath her, and Selene fingering herself with one hand and groping her breasts with the other. She took only minutes to cum again. She shook, bucked, and finally rolled over, her naked thighs clamped together as she twitched and spasmed in bliss.

Rani stepped back and removed the strap-on. She adjusted the camera and then climbed onto the bed. Selene was curled up at the foot, so Rani reclined at its head, laying herself out for the camera in her bejeweled but nude form. “May I cum now, Mistress?” Rani asked.

Selene smiled. Sitting up, she directed her gaze towards the camera. “Part of our arrangement tonight was for your concubine to show me how to please a woman for when you order me to pleasure one for you, Master. I think this harem girl has earned her reward, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question for a man who would watch this scene later, so they assumed a positive answer. Rani spread her legs wider and started playing with herself. Her fingers spread her labia, and she crooked her fingers along her folds, rubbing herself from the bottom, along the inside, to the very top.

Selene crawled toward her on the mattress and lowered herself between Rani’s thighs.

Rani raised an eyebrow but was silent as Selene kissed along the inside of her thigh.

Selene turned her body to show her breasts to the camera and lifted Rani’s hand away from her pussy. She sucked Rani’s fingers, one by one, then licked her lips. Selene lowered her face to Rani’s crotch and started licking while Rani held her ponytail braid and rested her head against the headrest.

“Slower.” Rani said. “Start slow, even when the tongue is as wet and hot as yours.”

Selene slowed, her tongue traveling at a cruel pace along Rani’s insides from the top to the bottom of her labia. Rani was wet and ready. Her lips opened readily to Selene’s probing tongue.

Rani’s breathing shifted to slow and heavy. “That’s it.”

Selene looked up to see Rani’s pierced nipples rising and falling together in heavy rhythms. She kept going, letting her tongue explore.

“Use your lips too, not just the tongue.” Rani instructed, and Selene obeyed.

Selene kissed Rani’s pussy and licked upward in purposeful flicks of her tongue as she did so, using her tongue to probe Rani’s hole and folds.

Rani’s breath quickened. “Oh, Master. Your slut is so obedient. So good at following instructions.” She looked at the camera as though looking Arthur in the eyes. “You should make her please all your women.” She said. “She’s terrific. Maybe you can use her as a reward when we do something that pleases you.”

Selene moaned into Rani’s cunt, and Rani clutched Selene’s head at the vibration, pushing herself against Selene’s face even more.

“I guess it might not work for your bratty girl.” Rani mused. “But between you and me, Master? I think Slut here would love to be forced to pleasure her sister. And her sister would love to be forced to endure this pleasure.”

Selene moaned again, and Rani arched her back.

Rani moaned. “That’s good. Now, add a finger. Slide it in gently!” She protested as Selene rammed her finger into Rani’s sopping cunt. Rani’s thick thighs squeezed Selene’s head and held her in place. Rani did her best to relax as Selene took a more even pace.

Selene added her finger and slowed when Rani told her to. She continued fingering Rani, though. She hooked her finger and slid her fingertips along the base of Rani’s hole while she worked the upper folds and the clit with her tongue.

“Oh, Master.” Rani panted. “My King…” She looked at the camera. “I’m going to-” She didn’t finish her sentence as Selene picked up her pace, and Rani’s words morphed into an incoherent moan. She clenched forward, curling, gripping the sheets, and then her back arched, slamming her shoulders against the headboard as she shook violently from the pleasure tearing through her body. She went to scream something, but Selene, realizing the noise about to happen through instinct and familiarity with Kat’s orgasms, clamped her mouth over Rani’s, muffling her explosion.

The two embraced. They made out in a messy kiss as Rani twitched and writhed before going slack and slumping against the mattress. Selene remained on top of her, the two women holding each other as they relaxed. Rani breathed fiercely and heavily for a few breaths before her lungs steadily slowed.

Selene, exhausted, realized how comfortable and warm Rani was beneath her, but she didn’t want to fall asleep just yet. Rising to her feet, she moved in front of the camera.

“Good night, Master.” She said and turned off the camera. She wanted to clean up, but Rani was asleep when she returned to the bed to ask if she had any paper towels. Selene knew after-care was vital, but the hour was late, and they’d been busy tonight.

Selene did what she could, cleaning up and putting away their toys. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom and joined Rani on the bed. Rani woke when she came to bed and cuddled her, stroking her back. 

“Can you do me a favor?” Selene asked. 

“What’s that?” Rani mumbled. 

“Can you call me a good girl?” 

“Good girl.” Rani said. She continued stroking Selene’s back, soothing the smaller girl as Selene slowly relaxed in Rani’s embrace. 

The two fell asleep beside one another, with Selene spooned into Rani’s side and the blanket over both of them. Selene fell asleep with thoughts of Arthur in her head. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction to their little video.