Mary, 2 years later, College Friends Reunion

Mary pulled up to the secluded mountain-side cabin with a smile on her face. She was meeting a bunch of her old college friends for their five year reunion. Most of them hadn’t seen each other in person after graduation except for weddings, which there had been a few of. Her own included. Mary was in most respects a typical white girl. She grew up in a middle class family, made it through college with a standard business degree, and worked as a staffing coordinator for a mid-size temp agency. Her friends all lived pretty similar lives across the country, having settled down quite a bit since their sorority days. She adjusted the car’s mirror to quickly check her sandy brown hair before stepping out of the car.

“Oh my god, Mary! It’s so good to see you!” Her friend Angela called out while waving from the cabin’s porch. It was an extremely modern looking two-story building; while traditional wooden structural elements dominated the design of the first floor, the second story incorporated huge windows stretching up to the roof. A porch wrapped around the structure, supported on the far side by a series of pillars for a gorgeous mountain view. Mary couldn’t see it from the driveway, but she knew from the Airbnb listing that there was a hot tub built into it on the other side of the house. Angela put down her bag, took the first step down the seven stairs from the porch, and started walking over to her friend.

Mary couldn’t help but let an inquisitive look creep onto her face. Angela had always been gorgeous. She was about 5’4”, blonde, and always took her physical fitness seriously. Both Angela and her husband were runners who spent quite a bit of free time at the gym. But her gait walking towards Mary hardly communicated that prowess. In fact, after just a few stairs Angela had to stop for a moment, her fingers clenching the wooden rail tightly. Her thighs seemed to suddenly squeeze together beneath her low-cut floral sundress, and her face flushed as she bit her lip. “You ok there, Ange?”

“Yeah. Just fiiiine.” Angela moaned out, obviously being a whole lot more than fine. As she bent slightly Mary realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits bouncing nicely. “Spill it. What’s going on with you?” Mary barked out. “Oh, fuck. I didn’t think it would happen heeeeeere!” Angela hurried down the last few steps on her four inch heels, struggling to stay upright. She shuddered and moaned, bringing a hand up to her face to cover her mouth. Mary felt a *click* in her head as her command went into effect. Apparently her husband was quite a bit bigger than Ange’s, as Angela started trying to talk around her building pleasure.

“Ok, so the kid who does my lawn turned 18 last weekend and has been a fuuuuuuuucking terrooooor.” Angela squealed as she loudly neared orgasmed, keeping a ****-grip on the railing to stay upright. Tottering on her heels, she pressed on. “The kid is absolutely fucking huge, MAAAry. Biggest in the nEIghborhoood, I thiiink. He’s been gIIIving all the women on our street oooorders like a real diiiick!!” Mary shook her head. It wasn’t unheard of for this kind of thing to happen in the suburbs. Ange moaned, sinking down into a very sexy and highly indecent squat on her heels. Her sundress rode up and Mary could see the cause of her friend’s sudden arousal peaking out of her dripping pussy.

“Really, Ange? He did a number on you. What’re your orders? I’d guess a minimum amount of cleavage, no underwear, and mandated sex toy at all times, huh?” Mary commented with a wry smile. Ange had always teased Mary about being slow to open up sexually. Angela had been wild back in their sorority days, but really settled down with her husband Rod about two and a half years ago. Mary had been the opposite, being very reserved until falling for Mark and marrying him just before everything changed. Mary couldn’t help but feel a bit smug having the greater amount of control now as she watched Ange cum her brains out on the vibrator buzzing away inside her.

“FUUUUUCK!! Yeeees, nail on the head.” Ange panted and moaned there for another few seconds before the buzzing died down and faded away. She stood up on shaky legs while pulling her dress back over her perky, round ass, clearly embarrassed to have cum her brains out like that in front of her friend. “I thought a state away would be far enough away for the command to fade, but I guess not. Specifically, his orders were to: ‘Only wear shit that shows off that rocking bod. You need to have most of your tits out at least. No more underwear unless I say so, and have this vibrator in whenever you can. Oh, and always pick up the phone if I call you and read my texts.’ Thing must automatically connect to WiFi or something even way out here. He has it set up so that a signal goes out and all the girls in our neighborhood get buzzed at once. It’s so fucking embarrassing. I’m a personal trainer for god’s sake! Apparently his order even applies at work because I’ve cum like a slut for my whole spin class for a week straight now. At least a bunch of my students are in the same boat with me.” Mary laughed at that final revelation. “Kid really must be huge for the command to get him that far.”

Angela looked hopeful for a moment. “Hey, you were able to order me to tell you all that even while I was… struggling. Mind ordering me out of it? I’m sure he’ll just restate the commands once I get home, but at least while I’m here I can get a little peace.” Mary’s grin widened and Angela’s hopes were instantly dashed. “No way, Ange. Everybody is going to watch your pretty ass shake next time he buzzes you. Once everybody else gets to see the fun of your predicament, we’ll renegotiate your little situation.” Ange rolled her eyes but smiled. “We’re the first ones here, so that might take a while. At least try ordering me put on some more comfortable and modest clothes?”

“Fat chance, babe. Besides, Jen would kill me if I didn’t give her the chance to see you like this. Come on, let’s head inside and unpack.”