It’s absolutely lovely.

The cabin was exactly what the girls had hoped for. Inside, the floor plan was gloriously open; the entryway from the porch took Mary and Angela into the living area and kitchen, with a staircase leading up to the bedrooms on the second floor. The kitchen had lovely granite countertops resting on simple wooden cabinets and a large island with three barstools at its center. The shiny modern appliances nicely reflected the light streaming in from the second story windows, giving the room a summery feel even as the season slipped into fall. The main living room was simple. It was furnished with a large leather L-shaped sectional couch with a large ottoman spanning the middle of the room. A smart TV was hung on the wall, and a small cabinet to the side held a large number of board and trivia games.

After taking their bags upstairs and getting settled, the two decided to make a cup of coffee and chat before the others arrived. Mary couldn’t help but asking, “So, any other fun commands I should know about? If you’ve got annoying residuals maybe I will try take care of a few of them before the others get here. Be truthful, no holding back on me because you’re embarrassed about something like having to pop out your C-cups whenever anybody claps or something.”Angela couldn’t help snorting with laughter a tiny bit, sending a small jet of coffee dangerously high out of her cup before plopping back down. *Click.* Angela had to obey. “Not necessarily. I mean, he gave me a few. But I don’t think they’ll impact you. Is that really something you thought he might do?” Mary shrugged. “It wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve had drunk guys try have me show them what size I am by handing over the bra I was wearing before, but they weren’t bigger than Mark so they were out of luck.” Angela shook her head sympathetically. “Drunks can be assholes now that there’s a chance you’ll do what they say.”

Mary took another sip of her coffee. “This isn’t an order or whatever, but do you mind telling me how things are with you and Rod? Mark’s pretty big, so I figured I’d be able to command most of us if I wanted to, but it seems like you really get hit hard if you’re not even free from that kid after a whole fucking state.” Mary knew she was asking a lot. It wasn’t generally a good idea to tell people how big your last partner was. A general hierarchy often formed through collective interaction in any given space, but if you knew exactly where somebody sat in that hierarchy then you could really throw things off if you found somebody just big enough to upend it. Angela shifted in her seat for a minute and stared into her cup.

“He’s not small, Mary. He’s about average. I meant it when I said the new guy on the block is just that huge. Even Mark would get shut out by this kid, I’m sure. The click feels that strong. The click from you makes me think Mark is probably about six inches. The click from Daddy feels at least twice as strong.”

Now it was Mary’s turn to almost spit her drink. “Daddy?! You have to call him Daddy!? From a whole fucking state away?” Angela blushed and tried to look even deeper into her coffee. “Yeah. I guess so. He doesn’t want anybody to know who he is without his knowing that they know, so he has a residual order on all his girls that we are only allowed to call him ‘Daddy’ instead of his name. Like I said, it’s so embarrassing.”

“I bet. Holy shit, tell me more. What other residuals does he have on you, girl?”

*Click.*

“It’s not a problem for me since I’ve always done it, but he insists on full shaving, everywhere. Whenever he comes over I have to put on lingerie for him and it can’t cover my pussy. I have to work out at least an hour a day—another one that isn’t a problem for me since I already did about twice that. Again, clothing restrictions: have to wear clothes that generally show myself off, I always have to have at least half my tits out, and I need to have a linked-up vibe that he can control inside me whenever possible. A few days ago he added hair and makeup to that list, but I’m lucky enough to not be one of the girls with a mandatory style. If he comes into a room and we’re alone in it I have to drop to my knees, open my mouth, and not move until he—“

“Wait, is this guy fucking your mouth?” Mary asked incredulously. Laws had recently been adjusted to allow most sexual activities from people above you on the social ladder as public sex became unavoidably common, but it was generally still believed in decent society that you shouldn’t just barge in on a married couple. Angela nodded. “I don’t like it but I can’t really say no. It’s like trying to take on a fucking coke can.” The two women sat in silence for a minute.

“I’m so sorry about that, Ange.”

“It’s not your fault. And it’s not—god, this is so embarrassing—but it’s not entirely unpleasant. Have you heard of the sufficient alteration theory?”

Mary shook her head no. Ange continued, “It’s basically the idea that if the difference between your status and another person’s is large enough you can boss around more than just physical actions. I don’t really understand it, but it would make sense why the little shit gets me so turned on every time he does something to me that I wind up so willing to… well, it’s hard to explain. I don’t like that he orders me around, but when he does it just feels so complete in my head that I can only picture following through with it. Like, before he ordered me to never wear underwear again, he commanded me to never wear panties again. Thongs and g-strings only. Even now that I can’t wear any underwear at all, I know that I would never wear anything that covered more than my Calvin thongs do. And I’m not even mad about it. That order feels so buried deep in my head now that it just feels… right, I guess.”

The science or mechanics behind the new social order didn’t interest Mary too much until she heard this. Angela had been a little off on her guess about Mark. He wasn’t six inches; he was six and a half. The vast majority of the time, Mary was totally free from interference. The former sorority girl was quite pretty, so she did get a fair few attempts. Her D-cup breasts, nicely round ass, thick thighs, and slightly chubby tummy was exactly what a lot of people were looking for, but her larger-than-average husband had found her first. And so she was much more used to bossing people around than being on the other end. The last time she was ordered to do something successfully was when she and Mark met some of her work friends at a bar and one of her secretaries had her compete in a wet T-shirt contest after a few too many drinks. The difference in size was only marginal, but the **** turned the nudging compulsion into a clicking one. She had won the contest.

Angela was in a different ball game. Mary guessed Rod was maybe just at five and a half inches, if not a little below. His fit blonde wife with nice tits, a hard-earned bubble-butt, flat stomach, and legs to die for probably had to deal with a lot more successful attempts even with just a half inch difference. Mary decided to keep going. “Ange, you really don’t have to tell me—I totally respect you if you want to keep this private, at least until we’re all here to tease you—but is Rod below average? I’m guessing he’s just a bit below. I can’t say for sure I’d be in a different spot than you, but I’ve never seen you get bossed around like this.”

Angela looked Mary in the eyes kindly. She really had missed her, and both women knew they would always support each other. She sighed before beginning to speak. “Not by much. Look, it’s usually about a fifty-fifty shot I have to take an order from somebody in the average zone. You absolutely cannot repeat this, but Rod is just on that borderline between the middle and low end of average. Average people can usually nudge me a bit, but most of the time the difference isn’t big enough to make me do exactly what they want. And, since most people are average, the nudge is something I put up with. You know how it is. It’s not like the click. I don’t have to do what they want, at least not all of it. So I deal with it because Rod is an amazing guy and there’s nobody I’d rather be with.”

Mary nodded and took Angela’s hand. She gave it a light squeeze. “You’re an amazing gal, Ange.” The two women finished their coffee silently, savoring each others company. Until a loud knock at the door pulled them to their feet.