A week later (A new game begins)

Tanya looked up from the kitchen table and gave up toying with her food. Across from her, Mitchell kept his eyes downcast and the silence that had enveloped them grew oppressively heavier.

Tanya sighed, and turned to stare out of the window. The weather outside was sporting blue skies and a serene vista, yet neither was having much impact on the two people locked away in their own private world of silent recrimination and impending doom.

Rachel was due to arrive soon. She'd made it clear that she would be gracing them with their presence this morning, and that she had plans. Neither Tanya nor Mitchell had been left in any doubt whatsoever as to the starring roles that they would be playing in those plans.

"She'll probably be here in five minutes," mumbled Mitchell, signaling the first attempt at communication for nearly twenty solid minutes of awkwardness.

Tanya just nodded, and then resumed her disconsolate monitoring of the sunshine outside.

Mitchell looked up finally, and sighed.

"Look, before she comes, I just want to say sorry again."

Tanya's long red hair flowed down her body, and was draped purposefully over her breasts. Contrary to her normal dressing habits, Tanya was completely topless, and were the casual observer able to drag their eyes off her small yet undeniably sexy boobs, they may have also noted that the only item of clothing she currently had on were a pair of defiantly masculine underpants. This was not assisting lighten or otherwise improve Tanya's mood one iota. It was however, very necessary.

Just as necessary, she thought - stealing a look at her boyfriend - as the fact that Mitchell was now disgracing a set of her lingerie that she'd never be able to look at in the mirror in the same way again.

Mitchell's red-faced cheeks were a perfect match to the bright pink bra and panties that he was modelling. Rachel's instructions had been very clear. She'd turn up in the morning to explain how the three of them were "going to have some fun", and to assist in the fun-making, Tanya and Mitchell were only to be dressed in each other's underwear when Rachel arrived.

Truth be told, Tanya actually had some blue and black underwear - more neutral or masculine colors that might have saved Mitchell a tiny amount of embarrassment - but Tanya had just wordlessly handed over the most feminine color she could find. He could deal with having to wear bright pink, since this entire situation was one of his own making.

Well, that perhaps wasn't entirely fair, however Tanya wasn't exactly in the mood for objective fairness or quiet reflection on her own role in their current predicament.

The fact of the matter was that Mitchell had been an idiot, found himself at the mercy of another woman, and then managed to drag poor, blameless Tanya into the whole sordid affair. If Rachel's plans didn't literally result in Mitchell being put into a dog box, then Tanya at least had a metaphorical one that he'd be residing in for a long time to come.

No, Mitchell could get her most embarrassing panties for all she cared, and if he complained, she had one simple retort for him. He shouldn't go to conferences and say that he'd enjoyed having his cock sucked off by a strange "man". Tanya conveniently skipped over the part where she'd thought she'd been sucking off the owner of the comic book store, and hey, that was about her trying to extract them from the original debacle caused by Mitchell's birthday anyway.

A small, traitorous part of her quietly wondered whether much of this would have been averted if she'd only remembered to buy Mitchell a birthday present, but the rest of Tanya's mind summarily took this other small part of her consciousness out the back of her head and shot it.

After another minute, her internal rant was rudely interrupted by a loud, confident series of knocks on their front door. Simultaneously, their pulses quickened and both Tanya and Mitchell looked at each other, their mouths going pasty dry at the prospect of what could be about to happen.

"You get the door." Tanya said.

Mitchell didn't argue - any desire or need to argue had been thoroughly beaten out of him both during and since their journey back from the conference - and he simply got up and shuffled off to the door. Tanya felt a small pang of sympathy - almost drowned out by the crashing waves of anger and fear - as she saw her boyfriend helplessly try and cover up the pink lingerie with his arms as he made his way to the front door.

Still, bastard deserves it, Tanya grunted to herself.

Mitchell opened the door, and his heart skipped a beat as Rachel walked in without waiting for any further invitation.

"Mitchell, Tanya," Rachel said, Matter-of-factly, "Good to see you both."

Rachel paused at that point, and took a long, amused, lingering look up and down a clearly embarrassed Mitchell.

"Nice panties Mitchell," Rachel said, with a wink, "pink really brings out the sissy girl in you!"

Mitchell flushed an even brighter shade of red than he already was, and scuttled off to the other side of the kitchen table. Behind the table at least he was afforded the opportunity of hiding his bottom even if his white chest still stood out prominently against the absurdity of the pink brassiere.

Tanya sighed, and stood up, crossing her arms defiantly in front of her naked breasts.

"What do you want Rachel?"

Rachel turned and smiled at the tall red-head that she had so comprehensively owned and turned into her slut-bitch at Comic Con.

"Well Tanya, remember back at the hotel room?" Rachel took a bar stool in one hand, positioned it carefully so she was between her two playthings, and leaned casually against the nearby kitchen bench. "Remember as you finished sucking off the 'comic store owner'?"

Rachel then turned to face Mitchell.

"And Mitchell, remember back in the hotel room, just after you told your girlfriend how you loved being blown by 'another man'?"

Mitchell and Tanya both gave her looks like thunder.

"Well," Rachel laughed, loving the reaction she was clearly getting, "I did promise you that we were going to have some fun together!"

She held up a finger to cut-off any protests or objections, and then was mildly disappointed when none was forthcoming anyway. Shrugging slightly to herself, she ploughed on anyway.

"So, since I'm a woman of my word, I've come to play a little game with you both."

Mitchell began to drum nervously on the table, and Tanya wrapped her arms even tighter around her otherwise exposed and **** boobs, the memories of having Rachel's humiliating taunts scrawled over her chest for others to read flooding back unbidden.

"Now, I'm not going to keep you in suspense," Rachel said in a business-like tone, before added conspiratorially to Tanya, "although our slutty sissy girl Mitchell over there might like to some add some lady's suspenders to his current ensemble, don't you think?" Rachel winked,

Tanya just tried to maintain eye contact without flinching or subconsciously checking out Mitchell's ongoing humiliation. That's just what Rachel wanted her to do, Tanya thought.

"Anyway, we're going to play a game. It's a simple enough game." Rachel leaned back and paused, as she once again took her time to leisurely look up and down the deeply embarrassed Mitchell and the half-naked Tanya.

"I have some tasks for you to complete. A few trivial jobs to prove your commitment to the lifestyle you've already so ably demonstrated your talent for."

Rachel applauded her own speech, and her face couldn't hide the smirk that was semi-permanently burned into her brain these past few weeks.

"And since I am nothing If not incredibly generous and giving, I'm even willing to put up a prize for the winner!"

Neither Tanya nor Mitchell seemed to be able to match Rachel's enthusiasm for this announcement, and the atmosphere in the kitchen was decidedly chilly.

"So," Rachel continued on, immune to the frosty reception she was receiving, "I'm going to get each of you to complete some tasks, and if you complete a task, you get a point. The one with the most amount of points get a super-special prize!" Rachel leaned closer to them both, and lowered her voice, "Want to hear what the prize is?"

Rachel was greeted with stony silence, but she pressed on regardless.

"Well, the grand prize is a pretty simple one, really. You see, I have an Ultimate Humiliation all lined up for one of you lucky, lucky people. The Grand, All-Embarrassing, Dignity-Destroying Humiliation that submissives across the country will whisper about in hushed tones for decades to come!"

Rachel stood up in the excitement of it all, and swept her arm across to demonstrate the sheer epic scale of what she had planned.

"Something... well... something special. Something that will - in comparison - give you warm and fuzzy thoughts about everything else you've been through."

She idly walked around the table as she finished her last sentence, and drew an imaginary doodle on the table with a single finger as she playfully kept Mitchell and Tanya on edge.

"... and the winner of my little tasks, well, they get to choose exactly who gets the pleasure of experiencing that Final Humiliation." Rachel winked again, and grinned at Mitchell and Tanya's obvious discomfort and fear.

"Won't that be fun!"