Embarrassingly

Cassie arrives home, and you greet her at the door. She does her usual routine, now with one less step, as she doesn't have to remove her underwear to expose her butt plug to you, thanks to the ass-exposing panties.

After her submissive show, she turns back around and hugs you burying her face into your chest. She seems... shy? Or humiliated, perhaps.

"How did your weekend go?" You ask tentatively.

"Oh John, I'm so embarrassed!" She mumbles, your clothes muffling her voice.

"Did someone see up your skirt?" You ask, mortified.

"No, no, not that. Or if anyone did, I didn't notice." Cassie groans. "It was my daily anal training and porn session."

"Didn't you just do it in the bathroom like I suggested?!" You can't hide the concern in your voice.

"In the apartment we rented, the bathroom door had a broken lock." Cassie whines. "I thought it was much too risky that someone would stumble in and catch me. So... I waited until I thought Amanda was asleep, and then tried to do it... under the covers."

You try to picture the scene. Amanda asleep on one single bed, and just a couple of feet away, your fiancée using her duvet like a tent to try and subtlely watch anal porn whilst buggering herself with a dildo.

"She caught you?"

"She caught me. Well... she didn't interrupt, but ten minutes later when I finished and pulled the covers off of my head, she was there, sat bolt upright on her bed, staring at me with incredulity."

"What did she say?" You ask, not sure you even want to know.

"She... well you know how Amanda is. She... she's quite open about things like this. She just cut straight to the chase and demanded to know what exactly I was doing and why. She knew it wasn't in my... she knew it wasn't like me. So, I had to tell her everything."

"Everything?" Blood rushes to your head.

"Everything. She knows everything. I'm sorry. But she's not going to tell anyone, I swore her to secrecy. And she doesn't think ill of you. She thinks it's kind of hot. She did say that you're the luckiest man alive to have someone as accomodating as me, though, haha."

If only I wasn't being blackmailed, I'd agree with you.

"That's... that's not all." Cassie stammers. "That was just the first night."

"What do you mean?!" You almost **** with surprise.

"Well, now Amanda knew about our... 'arrangements'... and knew that I had to do the same the next night. So she said that if I was going to do it in the bedroom she's sleeping in, then I had to let her watch."

"She's such a fucking pervert!" You groan. "So... you let her watch?"

"What other choice did I have? I just prayed that I was right in assuming that you would be okay with that. You seem to be getting off on the idea of me being exposed, and so I thought, well, here I am, exposed."

You have to admit to yourself, it makes sense that she would think this is what you would want.

And I'm not even allowed to say that it's not!

"So... Amanda watched your anal training last night, then?"

"She... she did more than watch." Cassie has pulled away from you slightly, and is looking down in shame.

"You let her touch you?!?!"

"No! No, I wouldn't do that. At least, not unless you asked me to. But... I did let her touch herself."

Of course that nympho slut would want to touch herself when watching your fiancée going at it. Ugh.

"I understand that this might be a lot for you to take in," Cassie says diplomatically, "but please consider... I'm the one that actually had to go through it. Anally masturbating while watching degrading porn... in front of my best friend, my maid of honor. This wasn't exactly my idea of the perfect end to my Saturday. I did it for you."

Fuck.

She's got you there. As far as she's concerned, she's sacrificing her dignity for your benefit. And it's your job to pretend like that's what you want. For Cassie to **** herself and get sexual right next to her childhood friend.

This is so fucked up.

"No, you... you did good. That's a really hot story. Thank you so much for doing that for me." It's very difficult for you to say that and make it sound like the truth, but you do your best. It seems like you did a good enough job, because Cassie gives you a small smile.

"You're welcome."

She kisses you on the nose.

"Now if you excuse me, I wore this plug all the way home, so it's been inside me for more than an hour. So now I desperately need to take it out."

She walks past you and up the stairs towards the bathroom.

What the fuck is my life becoming?!

Before you know it, two weeks have passed and it's time to make a new choice. This is it, the set of choices you've been looking forward to the least. Becuase you know that your blackmailer knows that your wedding is later this week. What evil things will they suggest you get Cassie to do on your wedding night? Only one way to find out...

You open up the website.