In different ways across two conversations.

After a series of relatively quick showers, the girls reassembled in the living room to eat their pizza. Unfortunately for them, all three women still felt the compulsion to wear the skimpy thongs Pastel had commanded them to when heading down to the living room earlier, so they didn’t get to recover their modesty despite mostly regaining control of their actions. Jen was the first to finish her food, scarfing down her slices as fast as she could. She sat on the couch looking somewhat conflicted once she finished, finally bringing up the experience the three just shared.

“So… that was a lot.”

Angela nodded while finishing up the last slice on her plate. Mary just looked at the ground. She couldn’t help but remember a recent trip to the zoo she’d taken with Mark. She’d loved looking at all the animals, seeing how beautiful they were and observing all the different ways they would interact in their enclosures. And now she felt like it was her in that sort of enclosure. An animal for Pastel’s entertainment. She started to tear up.

“Hey, Mary, it’s going to be ok.” Jen reached out a hand and placed it on her friend’s thigh a moment before pulling it back. Mary looked up at Jen for moment as she offered her one of the final two pieces of pizza.

Mary shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s just—I don’t know. I’ve never been in a position like this before. Mark is usually more than enough to keep us on top of things almost everywhere. I only know one couple above us that I’ve met in person, and they’re really nice. The most I’ve ever had to do is just embarrassing stuff that they think would be funny when we all go out together. This is nothing like that.”

Angela spoke up before Jen could respond, turning to grab the slice Mary rejected.

“I know, babes. I wasn’t expecting they’d be able to order us around over the phone. I’ve never heard of that happening before. I guess Daddy is just that big.”

Jen’s eyebrows perked up a moment. “Have you seen his dick? Do you know what we’re working with here?”

Ange swallowed down the massive bite she’d just taken before answering. “Sort of. Despite being such a hormone-crazed kid, Daddy knows how important it is to keep size under wraps now. He has standing orders to keep your eyes shut while you blow him, but obviously when you’re working his dick you still get an idea. He’s definitely a freak of nature. At least twelve inches, minimum. Probably more.”

Jen and Mary were floored by this revelation, but Jen was able to gather her thoughts quickly enough to push down an avenue of thought that concerned her greatly. “Shit. No wonder he and his fuck-buddy have so much pull. Wait, let’s think then about the risks here. I’ve got the most status here, then Mary, then you, Ange. I’m guessing then that it takes at least five inches over somebody to command them over the phone.”

Mary raised an eyebrow. “What makes you pick five?”

Jen smiled slightly. “I won’t say Jason’s size and betray the guy’s trust, but I will say that he’s big enough to have never run into somebody who could tell him what to do outside of sex clubs and porn conventions. Even those people can’t tell somebody of his status what to do over the phone, and he can’t tell Eli what to do over the phone either. Based on how the click feels when Jason commands me when I’m at Eli’s level, I’m guessing that Pastel—and therefore Ange’s neighborhood terror—has at least an inch or two on that difference. Plus, I’ve met an open eight incher who couldn’t boss Eli and me around over the phone. Based on all that, I’m guessing that there’s around a five inch difference minimum to boss people around over the phone.”

Mary nodded. “Alright, that makes sense.”

Ange’s eyes went wide as realization hit her. “Hang on, are either of you guys feeling the additional statements from Pastel as subconscious commands?”

The others shook their heads. “Nope,” Jen replied, “wait, are you?”

Angela nodded, blushing slightly as she admitted her unique issue to her friends. “Yes. It’s why I came right after Rod said ‘I love you’ to me. Because Pastel told me to enjoy talking to Rod while we were… competing, I started finding it hotter and hotter until it boiled over. I probably would’ve beaten you Jen if it wasn’t for that.”

The girls paused for a moment and thought over the implications of Ange’s confession. Mary connected the dots first. “I didn’t feel it, and you said that you did. I’m at least an inch more than you based on what you said earlier, so that means that there’s probably about seven or eight inches between Pastel and you. And maybe six or seven between her and I.”

Jen gasped, “Of fucking course! Think about it. Ok, so we know that virgins can’t get ordered around, right? What if it’s because the difference in their status can’t be determined? Whatever rule it is that makes us have to obey each other can’t place them and so they’re exempt until they get placed. Now, what if there’s a similar principle that applies to orders that go above just physical obedience? Maybe when you’re within the normal range of dick sizes, you can’t be placed as definitively one above the other. But what if the difference is so big that the rules can start recognizing that difference?”

Ange finished eating in near silent reflection as she chewed the last slice of pizza. Mary, unburdened by the consumption of doughy goodness, responded to Jen’s question with equal enthusiasm. “Then you could command those who don’t reach the threshold difference to be in that next level. It’s not about the base size, it’s about the total difference!” She paused for a moment before continuing. “Then it’s got to be about six or seven inches difference needed. Ange is under that, and Jen and I must both be above it. The minimum for Pastel has to be somewhere between Angela and I, and a difference like that is so rare that—.”

“We almost never see it and that’s why it’s still just a theory scientists are studying.” Angela finished her thought.

A tugging feeling started to build up in Mary’s head. She sighed.

“I have to go embarrass myself in public now. I can feel it building in my head.” The brunette shot to her feet, her assets jiggling nicely. She slipped on a pair of high heels and walked out wearing only those impractical shoes and her blue thong, blushing all the way as her legs carried her to the door. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

Ange and Jen wished her luck as the poor woman left the cabin.

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When she woke up the next morning, Angela couldn’t help but sighing as the memories of the day before seeped back into her conscious mind. She was not looking forward to seeing what her upcoming task for the day would be. Hopefully nothing as demanding as the previous night’s entertainment. Lacking any other possible outfit candidates with her new dress code, Angela put on another tiny red thong and small bikini top she had with her.

After getting dressed, or at least as dressed as she could get under Pastel’s exacting requirements, Angela headed downstairs to make herself some coffee. Once she was caffeinated enough to face the day, she decided to go ahead and call Rod to try explain herself as best she could. The command to tell him it was Jen’s orders she was following that made her make such lewd noises over the phone was still in effect, but she was torn if she should try push the boundary a bit and let him know a little more about Avery. Well, as much as she could. She slinked out onto the porch and stood by the railing as she started the call.

It connected quickly. Rod always woke up early. “Hey, honey.” His voice sounded so warm and wonderful like spiced honey.

“Good morning, handsome.”

“So… I guess you girls had a pretty wild night yesterday, huh?”

Angela couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Yeah, something like that. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you about it before. Everybody is higher up than me, and the person who gave me the order is waaay too big to say no to.”

There was silence for a moment that worried Angela. It had taken a lot out of her to avoid saying Jen’s name. Being a bit smaller than average, Angela was used to taking orders, and therefore also very used to construing them in beneficial ways. But with such a huge difference between her and Pastel, even being slightly nonspecific felt like talking over nails on a chalkboard scraping in her head. Even in the silence she had to fight it to avoid speaking up with a correction.

“Hmm, I get it.”

Oh god yes. Ange thought. Like she’d said, Rod was smart. Very smart. He continued.

“It’s someone else not at the cabin who’s the source. I checked Jen’s social media last night, and the guy she’s so clearly fucking on the side can’t be big enough to make you have that much difficulty talking. That means it must be… closer to home.”

Ange still couldn’t talk. She had to let him put the pieces together before she gave in and started screaming that Jen made her ride a dildo like a slut last night. The scraping was so loud now. Her fingers tensed against the railing as Rod kept thinking.

“It’s gotta be the lawn boy. After our call I started thinking about the idiosyncrasies around the neighborhood this past week. I know that it’s not just you. Kids getting his dick down every woman’s throat he can. I wasn’t going to bring it up until you got back from your trip, but now… Things have changed. It’s got to be either him or a girl close to him.”

She couldn’t fight it any more. “You are so, so smart. Jen made us all ride dildos last night and I couldn’t keep quiet I’m sorry.” She bit her lip. Time for the moment of truth.

Now it was Rod’s turn to chuckle. “Don’t worry, I understand, baby.”

Angela let out a sigh of relief and laid down on the bench, letting the sun wash over her back.

“You always were a smart boy.”

Rod could hear her sultry smile even over the phone. “Can you say if it’s him? This will be much easier for me to resolve if there’s only one person to worry about.”

“No.”

“Fair enough, I was expecting he’d have put some level of secrecy on you since you hadn’t told me sooner. I trust you.”

Ange’s heart melted for him. “I trust you too. I’m sorry that I… you know I can’t say ‘no’ now.”

Rod nodded. “I know. And I still love you. Don’t worry, I’ll handle the kid here.”

“Please be careful.”

Angela heard the door opening and saw Jen walk out onto the porch with her. She looked unbelievably slutty in a strappy thong panty and a thin strip of fabric trying its best to be a tube top. It wasn’t particularly successful, with a valley of cleavage above and a healthy amount of underboob below, not that Jen seemed to mind.

Rod replied, “Of course. It sounds like this kid might be a handful. I’ll try figure out if he’s with anyone before proceeding too far. I’ll get him into my office and move from there.”

Ange nodded as Jen sat to the side waiting for the call to finish up. “Ok, sure. Just, be careful with him. Daddy’s still young, and he knows what he can do now.” She blushed furiously and clapped a hand over her mouth, realizing what she just said in front of her husband.

Rod burst out laughing. “Christ, Avery makes you call him ‘Daddy’? The kid definitely needs a few sessions then. I’ll convince him to come into the office the next time I see him. Here, I’ve got to go and get some work done before moving forward. I love you, gorgeous. I hope whatever is going on that you can’t talk about goes alright for you. If you or the others need anything, and I mean anything, let me know. I’ll make the drive ASAP.”

Ange smiled. She loved her husband more than anything. “Alright, sounds good. Remind me to tell you about my flight some other time then. A fellow handsy passenger turned it into quite the trip. And I love you too.”

“Talk to you later, baby, stay safe.”

“You too, don’t let Daddy get the jump on you. I’m not sure what he’ll do in a tough spot.”

Rod’s grunt in response made Ange shiver. “I can handle him. I’m sure I’ve dealt with tougher clients before. Take care.”

“You too, baby. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Rod hung up. Jen looked on at her friend with a quizzical look on her face. Ange just shook her head, “C’mon, Jen, spit it out. What is it?”