Uno has never been so physically demanding!

“Ugh, come on, ladies! Play some fun cards already!” Pastel whined through the speakerphone. The first two rounds had not exactly met her expectations. Either nobody had special cards in their hand or nobody had the chance to play their special cards. Angela took another deep sip of wine, tossing her card on the growing pile. A red four. Nothing that would turn their situation around.

“When we get good cards, you’ll get a good show. This must be the most neutral shuffle in the history of Uno.” Jennifer quipped as she threw down a green four. Pastel seemed to make a noise halfway between a chuckle and a snort in response. “No. This needs to be more interesting for me. New rule: when you place down a regular card, tell me something hot or embarrassing that’s happened to you in the past. If it’s not juicy enough you’ll get an order to do something fun for me to watch.”

*Click.*

At this point, only one of the girls was sober enough to find that order concerning. Mary’s high status had kept her safe from most embarrassing or sexually charged public encounters, and she was worried that she would run out of entertaining enough anecdotes very quickly. The other girls, all both intoxicated and having spent some time near the lower rungs of the social ladder, were generally indifferent to the new rule’s proclamation.

Lacey placed a green eight down at the top of the pile. “My old roommate hated giving head, so she would have me suck her boyfriend off for her every time he wanted a blowjob until I moved out. I think he was kind of bummed when the next tenant they took in was a dude, but I think the new guy’s girlfriend wound up being an equal substitute for me in the end.”

Pastel cackled. “Yeees! See, that’s what I mean. It’s juicy, it’s funny, and it’s so hot to imagine! Good girl, Lacey.”

Lacey felt a bit ashamed at how wet she got after hearing Pastel’s “good girl” comment. In their initial conversation, Pastel told her to love being submissive and obedient to her. And Lacey was starting to realize that, like Angela, she was going to start having her own concerns about subliminal conditioning.

Mary placed a green nine and conjured up all the embarrassing stories from the past couple years she could think of. “One of my co-workers made me participate in a wet t-shirt contest on a Friday night out. They made me dance all over the stage basically topless until I won. I didn’t get any real prize for winning, but I was exempt from the order to the losers to whip off their shirts and go topless the rest of the night.” She hoped that story would be good enough.

Pastel’s gleeful squeal confirmed Mary was safe. Angela’s turn. “This’ll make you happy, weirdo captor.” She played a green plus two. Jennifer gasped in faux shock, reaching over and teasingly twisting Angela’s nipple while jokingly proclaiming, “You bitch!”

Ange squealed with a mix of pleasure and pain while Pastel squealed with joy at finally getting to start assigning residuals. “Yaaay! For my favorite girl in the game, you now are only allowed to bend at the waist to pick things up. And if you see anybody drop anything on the floor, you’re going to take care of it for them. Michigan, throw your bra on the ground and make sure it works for me.”

*Click.*

Mary took her bra off and flung it over in front of the camera. Jen felt an odd tugging in her head as soon as it hit the floor. The compulsion to go pick it up grew stronger and stronger every second, even as she was already up and standing to get it.

She tried to crouch down to pick it up experimentally, but instead her torso dropped forward. She felt her tits pop free of the tiny tube top they were squeezed into, but was powerless to do anything as the “take care of it” part of the command came into effect. She walked around the back of the couch.

“Mary, sit up straight and shut up while I do this.”

*Click.*

Everyone’s jaw dropped as Jen then proceeded to put Mary’s bra on for her, palming her ample breasts as she dropped them back into the cups. Once she was done, Jen squeezed her own tits back into her tube top and walked back around the couch to sit in her place. Pastel could be heard clapping through the speaker.

Jen picked up her two cards and the game continued. Lacey still didn’t have any fun cards to play, or any other cards for that matter, so she was **** to draw. Not opposed to watching a long game, Pastel had clarified that the girls would be playing with stacking and drawing until you could play. Luckily for Lacey, she only picked up three cards before striking gold. Unfortunately for Mary, the gold Lacey struck was a plus four. “Yellow.” Lacey bellowed out the new color before Pastel could assign Mary a new residual.

“Oh, Michigan. You’re so cute and reserved. Let’s open you up a bit and make you more adventurous. From now on, you’re only allowed to put on a new article of clothing after you make somebody cum. I’d try to keep your clothes from now on, because you’re going to have to earn them back. Good thing you’ve got two blondes who can’t cum without a little help to take advantage of while getting dressed in the mornings.”

*Click.*

Mary’s eyes went huge as she heard this. She thought about what might happen if she got home and the residual stuck. She knew that she was still **** a state away. Michigan was a lot farther away, but if she got back to Mark and was stuck like this… She didn’t even know if it was possible for him to cum enough times in a day to get presentable for the office. And that’s if everything went right for her.

Pastel continued. “Test it for me. Take off your bra and panties, make the blondies cum, and put them back on.”

*Click.*

Mary stood and stripped as ordered. “B-b-but I’m not—“

Pastel cut her off. “What, into girls? Sorry, but I am. You should be too after this.”

Mary didn’t feel the words scrubbing anything away in her mind. She breathed a tiny bit easier knowing that she wasn’t subliminally influenced like Ange and Lacey would have been. She walked over in her heels before stalling in front of her three friends.

Jen stood up from between the blondes in question. She gave Mary a sympathetic eye before walking behind her and whispering in her ear. “It’s ok. I’ll help you through this. I’m going to give you orders to help you and keep you from freezing. Sit between those two, play with their tits for a minute, and then kneel down in front of them. Two fingers in their pussies, thumb on their clits. Go nuts until they finish. You got this.”

*Click.*

Mary was oddly grateful at the command. She didn’t want to do it, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to make herself easily at this point. And Jen’s words carrying her through made her feel like it wasn’t her idea to accept. Like she wasn’t cheating on Mark with her hottest friends. She sat between them, reaching around and palming their large breasts. They both felt so soft and smooth and pliable in her hands. She popped Lacey’s out of her dress and pulled them in close to her. “Sorry, girls.” She murmured.

Lacey leaned in and looked her in the eyes. “You’re good. I still haven’t cum today and I am SOOO ready.” Ange nodded as well. “Yeah, this fucking toy keeps buzzing me anyways so I’m kind of on edge too.” Mary didn’t know if that made her feel better, but it at least made her feel less bad.

After tweaking their nipples and producing two similarly pitched little squeals, Mary got down and knelt between the two gorgeous women sitting on the couch. She pushed Ange’s thong to the side and slipped her fingers into her easily. Her friend was soaking wet, and Mary was unsurprised to feel the sex toy Ange had to keep inside her was lightly buzzing even now. Lacey was even wetter. Mary wasn’t sure if Lacey had been commanded by Pastel not to wear panties or if there was some other reason for Lacey to forego them in such a skimpy dress, but either way her access was unimpeded to the blonde’s soaking pussy.

As she began applying pressure from her thumb to their clits, her friends didn’t hold their moans back. Again, Mary wasn’t sure if they were both just that on edge or if they’d been commanded to always be noisy for Pastel’s amusement. Despite her inexperience, it didn’t take Mary long to have both women screaming with pleasure. Jen looked at them with a wry smile, walking around the couch behind them. She bent down and started playing with their breasts absentmindedly, enjoying the coos and moans she produced while helping Mary complete her task sooner. She felt her domme streak burning and couldn’t resist adding just another order. “Ange, Lace, the first one of you to cum helps Mary out by eating out the other while Mary keeps jilling the clit.”

The two blondes turned and locked eyes for a moment. They knew they were both close. But Lacey had a secret weapon. She launched forward, jiggling her bare breasts, and whispered in Angela’s ear, “Is Rod’s precious little slut going to squirt nice and loud and lick up her friend’s pussy?”

GOD DAMN YOU!! Angela fumed helplessly as the taunt pushed her over the edge. Apparently just thinking about making lewd noises in front of Rod was enough to trigger her subliminal. She came embarrassingly loudly, squirting just like Lacey taunted. She leaned back away from Mary’s fingers for a moment to recover.

She managed to get a bit of her breath back before Jen’s order kicked in and she slipped under Mary’s arm and took her place kneeling between Lacey’s thighs, licking up and down her wet slit. Mary’s fingers danced right in front of her face, sometimes poking at her tongue or face as they both worked in the same area. Lacey came moments after Ange got to work. She didn’t fare much better than Angela did, throwing back her head and squirting all over the blonde lapping away at her pussy. As Ange tasted Lacey’s warm fluids flowing over her tongue, it was finally Pastel’s turn to interject. “Since you helped her, give Mary a big kiss and share.”

*Click.*

The blonde and the brunette shared a long kiss that bordered on a make-out session. While they didn’t grope each other any further, the strength of the order compelled them to share Lacey’s flavor as much as they could until the fluids were washed all the way down both of their throats. Lacey sat watching with rapt attention, so happy to have finally cum. She was an absolute mess though. Her hair had fallen out of its ponytail, and she felt hesitant to pull her dress back over her tits knowing that Pastel was surely enjoying the view of her bare breasts. She was sure it made her look more submissive, and she was troubled realizing how—even right after cumming her brains out from the attention of two gorgeous women—the thought was getting her wetter and wetter.

Once Angela and Mary finally finished kissing, the three women most involved in the display all sat panting for a moment before Mary finally stood and pulled her sheer panties and bra back on.

“Good girls. Back to the game!”