Pastel checks in with the girls, Avery goes to the gym.

Pastel cooed happily as Avery moaned for her. Well, her and her sister. After lapping away at Avery’s balls during his and Pastel’s energetic fucking, the girls were now cleaning Pastel’s juices off his shaft with copious amounts of slobbery licks and kisses. Hannah, who had been ordered to silently carry out her task, looked less than thrilled with her sister, but seemed to hold Avery’s cock in reverence. Pastel decided it was time to chat with her man and leave the rest of the oral service up to Hannah, grabbing her hair and pulling her around squarely in front of her boyfriend’s massive member.

“Do your best to suck it, big sis. Take it as deep as you can as often as you’re able, and really try to make it good for him. Use your mouth until your jaw gives out, then give him a nice tittyfuck until he’s done with you. No hands, only use your mouth and tits to get him off unless he tells you otherwise. Use the lube by the bed.”

*Click.*

Before she could even try to begin the task herself, Pastel had roughly pushed Hannah’s head down and Avery’s cock down into her throat. Pastel moved to sit up on the bed next to her man, leisurely dragging her sister’s rapidly contracting throat back and forth along Avery’s shaft with a firm grip on the purple-dyed roots of her sister’s hair.

The couple got comfortable cuddling together over Hannah’s constant gagging, slurping, and struggling for oxygen around Avery’s unnaturally large penis. Pastel, as usual, spoke first, still roughly guiding her sister’s mouth.

“How was that, lover boy?”

Gag, schlorp, cough, slurp.

“So fucking good. I wouldn’t have pulled Hannah into it, but it was really fun when you did.”

“Aaaw, did you think I’d be jealous?”

“Not exactly. I just wouldn’t ever want to use your family without your permission I guess. I… uh, want us to be long-term, so pissing them off wouldn’t be great, I don’t think.”

Pastel chuckled and released her sister’s hair to place her hand in his. Hannah had settled into a steady rhythm of gagging herself on Avery’s cock in a way that pleased Pastel, so she decided not to step in unless until her guidance was needed again. “I want that too. But we’re high-status. Sure, I don’t want my family to dislike you or anything, but you’re on another level than they are. I don’t mind having a bit of fun with them. We just shouldn’t be too mean to them.”

Hannah rolled her watering eyes at that, though Pastel didn’t see it. She pushed a bit further down and choked loudly, seeming to please her sister.

“I guess.” Avery noncommittally murmured. “Hey, how are those girls in the cabin doing? You wrecking their lives yet?”

Pastel giggled and nuzzled into her boyfriend. “I don’t think so. Just making them a lot sexier. And sluttier. Ok, maybe a little. But in fun ways! And mostly just the brunette. She’s just been so sheltered that it’s adorable to see her finally adapting to the way things are now.”

Avery nodded. “Yeah. Well, keep me posted on them. One of them comes back to us this weekend, remember? I don’t want us to upset the apple cart too bad back here.”

“Afraid of ruining your neighborhood of eager sluts if the bustiest blonde in it gets too mad at me, is that it?” She teased him.

“Something like that. I had a thought the other day that I want to test some more. Remember how I told Mrs. Sanders a block or so over that her outfits had to get skimpier and skimpier last week—that every day the amount of skin she was allowed to cover had to increase until she was dressed to match Mrs. Geldman?”

Pastel snorted upon remembering. “Oh, god yeah. It was so funny! Watching her morning jogs get earlier and earlier as her running outfits got smaller and smaller was hysterical. What’s she wearing now? Is she stuck in crotch-less panties and pasties yet?”

Avery shook his head. “Probably only a day or two away. She’s in fishnet shirts, pasties, and g-strings right now. Anyways, I went back over there the other day to rope her into a little something I wanted to set up with Tyler and Evan. I decided to adjust her theme a bit and make her a playboy bunny for a casino night for us—”

Pastel rolled her eyes. “Are you serious? You wanted to stage a poker night with the neighborhood MILFs as your bunnies?”

“Yeah? Why not?”

Pastel just shook her head while Hannah once again gagged in the background. “Where are you going to host it? None of you guys have a good place.”

Avery moaned as Hannah’s gag produced a deeper hole for him to enjoy before responding. “Hey, I’ll figure it out. But that’s not the point. The point is that when I told her that she got upset about it.”

“No shit, you were trying to make her a cumslut for three horny teens.”

“No, not that. Well, maybe partially. The big part of what made her upset was that she’d have to cover up more now.”

Pastel looked at him quizzically. “Huh?”

Avery looked intently curious. “Yeah, exactly my reaction. Apparently, since I gave her the order, the thought of derailing her progression and wearing anything less scandalous seemed challenging to her.”

“Do you remember what you said?”

“Something like, ‘You’re going to dress sluttier and sluttier, skimpier and skimpier, until your MILF ass is dressed just like Mrs. Geldman, and you’re going to like it.’”

Pastel’s eyes filled with surprise. “You didn’t just order her to dress sluttier, you ordered her to like dressing sluttier.”

The thoughts started flowing quickly through both of their heads.

“Fuck,” Avery murmured, “what else have we told people to love doing?”

Pastel started laughing wildly. “Oh, shit. I’ve got to check in on those girls in the cabin. I’ve basically been telling Angie she likes cucking her husband.”

____

The chirps of her phone roused Angela from her slumber. She groaned, rolling over to stop the irritating bursts of electronic whistles from discomforting her any further. But as soon as her glassy eyes noted the caller ID, her social-better-turned-tormentor, she was compelled to answer. She sat up in bed, hoping the motion would help her wake up a bit more, letting the covers drop away from her torso. She was dressed in a tiny babydoll and a maid headdress supplied from Lacey’s massive bag of Pastel-approved outfits for the girls. She was glad that, for whatever reason, the call wasn’t a FaceTime, so she could get away with showing a little displeasure at whatever was in store for her. She swiped to accept the call.

“Good morning, Angie! How’s my little hotwife?”

Ange indignantly responded, “I’m not—!”

“Not yet you aren’t. Tell me absolutely honestly without hiding anything: have commands from me or my boyfriend affected your thinking?”

*Click.*

FUCK! There was a pause as Angela did all she could to fight the command to speak. She lost after a solid thirty seconds of struggling. “Yes.” She grunted out. FUCK!

“Interesting… Tell me how.”

*Click.*

Now the recitation of her subliminal commands were flowing out of her mouth. “I never want to wear underwear that covers more than the Calvins daddy picked out as my default outfit when he first started giving me commands. I prefer wearing dresses when I can now, but tend to prioritize my outfits based on the amount cleavage they show off since daddy changed my dress code shortly after that. Daddy also made me more likely to squirt when I get off and to get really, really wet when I’m turned on. Then you made me like moaning in front of Rod and fantasize about sucking other men off while Rod pleasures me.”

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

There was silence on the line for a moment before Pastel burst out laughing. “Holy shit, that’s incredible. Oh my god, that’s so funny! So even if we never gave you another outfit command again, if you were presented with three dresses, you would naturally be inclined to picking the one with the deepest cleavage?”

“Yes.”

“That is SO funny!”

“Shut up! It’s my life you’re messing with here! It’s—” her voice broke for a minute as tears welled up in her eyes. “It’s my marriage.” She almost whispered sullenly.

Pastel was quiet hearing that. A minute passed with neither of the woman saying anything, the only noise communicated over the line being Angela’s ragged breathing.

“Hey, look... Angela—I want you to listen very carefully.”

*Click.*

“Angela, you will always love your husband. And you will always do your best to make him happy. And that is going to make you happy.”

*Click.*

Angela was not expecting that at all. She felt it worming its way into her subconscious, but it wasn't like the other commands she'd felt slipping into her mind's deepest layers. It was already true. It was already what she wanted. Instead of chipping away at the bedrock of her psyche, the command seemed to feel more solid, more supportive than any she had yet received.

Pastel continued. “I do not want to wreck your relationship. I… understand how important it is to feel loved by the person you love most. I don’t want to take that away from anybody. And I won’t take it away from you. Now, that said, I still like having fun with you. And I’ve got the status to keep playing with you as much as I like. But I’m never going to take that from you. So, here’s the deal: if you ever get a subliminal command that impacts your ability to love your husband or takes away his ability to love you, then you tell me and I’ll give you a counter-command to neutralize it. Same rule for all your friends and their spouses, but I’m not calling them this early. You tell them and I’ll confirm it tonight.”

Angela blinked back her tears. “Alright, I’ll tell them.”

There was another pause. Pastel spoke first.

“I get that this is weird for you. We only just now figured out we could do this whole subliminal thing. And we’re going to try be careful with it. But we are going to play around with it. Just like we’re going to play around with you, pretty titties!”

Angela huffed in protest as Pastel continued.

“To that end, I’m giving you a real basic challenge today. You’ll get it at lunch with the rest of the girls, so just keep up your regular day and all relax until then. Oh, and Angie?”

“Yes, Pastel?”

“You’re going to love calling me ‘Mistress’ from now on. Tell me if you do.”

*Click.*

“Uh, maybe? It sounds better than it did before but not by much.”

“Ok, how about this then: always call me ‘Mistress.’ You’re going to get deeply aroused by it and you’ll love calling me ‘Mistress’ more than my name. How about now?”

*Click.*

“It’s much more present now, Mistress. Every time I say ‘mistress’ I feel more turned on, more comfortable doing it, and more likely to do it again in the future, Mistress. I wouldn't do it without your command still, but I think because you told me to do it anyways my mind is getting more used to it and more accepting of the change.”

“Interesting. Go ahead and masturbate for about half an hour while whispering my name. Then go ahead and get ready for the day.”

*Click.*

“Yes, mistress.”