And somebody has to take the lead.

Mary found it difficult to determine whether she and the other girls’ situation was improving. Granted, with the amount of wine she had now consumed, she found determining much of anything to be rather challenging. After Pastel had Mary bring she and Lacey to screaming orgasms on the couch, the game’s pace had accelerated rapidly. The early absence of special cards had led to a flurry of them as the game went on; nearly every hand since had granted a Draw 2, Draw 4, or the like.

Lacey squealed in her seat next to Mary. Mary counted herself lucky to still be wearing her black bra and thong at this point.

Lacey had lost her cocktail dress, now clad only in her high heels. Once Pastel’s show was over, Angela had drawn until she could play a standard card. Jennifer, however, drew a wildcard, introducing house roles to the girls. Pastel assigned Lacey the house role of “Twin.” Essentially, Pastel used the opportunity to finish tethering Lacey to her fellow blonde, making her match commands with Angela on top of any she might have on her own where their commands did not contradict. That included Angela’s standing order to wear a matching remote vibrator whenever possible, leading to Pastel’s frequent buzzing of the busty blondes surrounding Jen to see who could handle it better.

Mary reflected back on the lengthy series of turns that had passed as best she could. She tried to work through the grape-infused fog in her mind that lay like a blanket over her thoughts after she’d gotten her clothes back and the game continued. It wasn’t much use. She could remember the new rules they faced, but the clouds around the turn sequence were too thick to fully penetrate. She giggled thinking of penetration, looking to the blondes experiencing such penetration quite loudly across from her on the couch.

Lacey’s luck did not improve once the game cycled back around to her either. Jen hit her with a Draw 4 sometime after she became Ange’s “twin” that piled on a related embarrassment: whenever Ange was summoned for someone’s sexual satisfaction and Lacey became aware of the service, she would have to join in the performance as their social better directed. A Draw 2 had also given Lacey a sexting compulsion as well, making her affirmatively respond to any request for lewd images with whatever photographs might be requested.

Jennifer’s position, on the other hand, was a bit more secure. A wildcard from Angela had given her a house role as well, “Maid.” The role required Jen to wear the expected skimpy maid outfit and clean the house for the others. It was quickly revealed that the uniform would come from a bag Lacey had been ordered to bring with her and that, for the purposes of the game, Jen’s costume would simply be her black thong and a headdress.

An additional Draw 2 gave her another relatively minor compulsion: spit or swallow was no longer a question for Jen. The intoxicated Mary chuckled thinking about Jen having to swallow load after load once she lost Jason’s size advantage after getting home to Eli. But the thought then made her shudder thinking how, if the rule did stick around once Jen got home, Mary might not be in a better position.

In addition to her service-focused new major residual command that required her to make someone cum every time she wanted to put on an article of clothing, Mary had received a minor command at some point as well. Now, she would have to flash her large boobs whenever a view was requested. Her drunk friends immediately took to testing this loudly and repeatedly, much to their amusement.

Ironically, Angela was perhaps in the best shape. Perhaps fate was throwing the constantly besieged blonde a bone after inflicting so many indignities upon her. Whatever the case, she was happy. She had only picked two minor commands, one confirming her need to wear high heels and the second reinstating her plunging cleavage and similarly short skirt or dress requirements.

It was Mary’s turn again. She had four cards left. Angela had six, Jennifer had six as well, and poor Lacey had twelve. She giggled, both from the wine inspired mental haze and a jolt of fun as her increasingly uninhibited-subconscious sunk into the debauchery of the game, as she played a Draw 4. “Red.”

Ange gasped around the humming vibrator “YOU BITCH!”

Pastel clapped. “Yay! Go Michigan! Finally giving me some good material. Ok, Angie, here’s your new order. From now on, you are only allowed to cum when you’re giving oral sex. You are not allowed to help yourself cum in any way, but you can ask others to help you. You also have to get permission to cum from whoever you’re licking or sucking, and if they say ‘no’ then you will not cum. Oh, and you can’t cum by sucking your husband off. His permission doesn’t count.”

*Click.*

“WHAT?!” Ange practically screamed. That severely limited her already diminished ability to get release. With Avery’s vibrator almost constantly teasing her and her low status, she was often used as a sexual plaything when out in public. Now that she couldn’t even get off with her husband, she was guaranteed to be embarrassed by easily cumming like a **** slut while sucking someone off on the bus. And that’s only if the first guy said “yes.” Otherwise, once she got needy enough, she might have to keep going until somebody finally let her cum—gave her the release she would surely need. She was so fucked. Probably literally.

“It’ll be fun!” Pastel chirped. “Don’t worry about it. You’re lower status anyway, so this will help you enjoy sucking so much dick, I imagine. Let yourself get something out of it. Who knows, maybe you and your precious little cuck husband can bond together. I doubt many people will want to do the work to bring a cum-covered slut on her fourth or fifth public blowjob over the edge, so be happy you’ve got a loving hubby to play with your pussy while you suck your way to orgasm.”

Woah woah wooooah. The machine-gun fire joking reassurance slipped directly into Angela’s subconscious. She thought about the last time she rode the bus, blowing the bus-driver for the rest of his shift. Being **** to fit between his thighs as a warm fuck-hole for his pleasure, using her mouth as a fleshlight and cock-warmer as the driver saw fit. Only this time Rod was kneeling next to her, running his fingers over her clit while she struggled to keep the driver as deep in her throat as possible. Oh fuck. She drew her four cards.

A look of mild concern crossed Jennifer’s face as she noticed her friend’s distress. Jen might be tough on the outside and didn’t mind pushing boundaries, but she never wanted her friends to feel bad about crossing them. She pushed the game on as fast as she could, playing a red 4 card and starting a slightly slurred short story for Pastel.

“I once got passed around by Jason’s buddies at a party after they realized that he was bigger than all of them. He’s WAAAAY into having me cheat on Eli, so during a baseball game one day he had me dress as a cheerleader and provide the party with as much ‘cheer’ as his guests felt like. He only fucked me after the party ended and all his friends had stuffed my pussy. And he made sure it was anal too.”

Evidently, that story was enough to keep her from getting bossed around further that turn. Lacey looked at Mary’s hand, a hand containing significantly fewer cards than her own, and had a sudden thought. “Hey, Pastel— uh, boss-lady? What happens when we win this game? Or what happens when we lose?”

Pastel giggled once more. “Don’t worry, pretty lady. You’ll find out. For now, let’s just say that the losers will have a tough choice to make and the winner will have the relief of not needing to make it.”

Lacey did not like the sound of that. She already was taking on a whole lot of behavioral commands from Angela as her “twin,” and didn’t feel like taking on anything else. She sighed as she resigned herself to her course of action, then squealed as her remote vibrator roared back to life inside her. Ange had the same reaction on the other side of Jen, causing the raven-haired girl to laugh in-between them.

“S-s-s-OOOORY, Mary!!” Lacey stuttered out behind her tightly controlled breathing in a failing effort to avoid getting too worked up from the pulling toy in her pussy. She played another Draw 4.

Mary rolled her eyes, waiting for Pastel’s pronouncement. Her unlikely captor’s words drifted over the blondes’ moans. “New rule for you, Michigan! To encourage you to be generous with that amazing body, from now on you will change or adjust your outfit to fit any request you are given. This does not excuse you from your requirement to lend someone a helping hand getting off every time you go to put something on though.”

*Click.*

Even though she was drunk, Mary quickly put the pieces together. Her commands were all designed to expose and embarrass her. Because she was a bit shy already, Mary realized she was probably an easier target for more publicly focused punishments. She wasn’t sure what she would be assigned next, but she guessed that it would follow the theme. Thoughts as to their individual themes swirled in her mind as she picked up her four cards. I’m public exposure. Angela is a hesitant yet unfaithful wife. I guess Lacey is the slutty wife’s identical sister? And Jen… I don’t know what Jen is. Kind of a subservient maid, maybe? I guess we’ll see as we go on.

Angela played the first reverse card. “N-n-noooo house roooles. No SWITCHING.” She struggled to get the words out around the continued humming of the vibrator inside her.

Mary smiled. “I get to return the favor now, Lacey.”

“W-w-w-hat?” The quivering blonde stammered.

Mary played a Draw 2. Lacey raised her hand over her mouth in mock offense. Pastel quickly barked out a new order. “Lacey, minor rule—“

Lacey cut her off “W-w-waaait! Staaaacking!” She tossed her own Draw 2 onto the center pile as the pulsing vibrator crescendoed before suddenly stopping.

Then Jen laughed, throwing down yet another Draw 2. All eyes turned to Angela, who sat nervously biting her lip. “Fuck.” She picked up six cards as the other girls couldn’t help but start laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

Pastel’s voice chirped out a clarification Angela was hoping not to hear. “Yeah, stacking! I’m making a stacked Draw 2 count as a Draw 4. Major rule time, pretty lady.” Ange groaned.

“So, new rule: from now on, you will beg like a **** slut to cum whenever you provide oral sex. And, you will offer incentives to each person to encourage them to give you permission. You will abide by the terms they offer you in exchange for letting you cum, or you will reject them and not be allowed to cum during that encounter. For example, if somebody will only let you cum if you call your little hubby and make him listen to every little noise you make, then you will only cum if you do it. You can also leverage future residual commands on yourself, like always licking up every drop of cum after your partner finishes. I hope you become a master negotiator, otherwise your desperation is likely to become much more genuine as your commands stack on top of each other!”

*Click.*

Angela was worried. The combination of her two major commands would turn basically every time she wanted to cum into a risky situation that could stack life-changing commands over her. Especially if her wider community figured out just how much they could change about one of its bustiest members by collectively withholding permission without acquiescence to certain terms. She was at a tipping point with her status already—obedient to most, but not to all—that made her **** to the whims of the general public. These new commands would, in effect, put her in the same dependent class as Eli. As Mary went to play her next card, her thoughts drifted back to the dangers in her own neighborhood, thinking about Lara Geldman.

Lara was always a nice woman. Before the shift, she was a typical dark-haired housewife and mom of three, a reserved woman who still radiated a welcoming and caring aura. She was a bit too religious for Ange’s taste, but she meant well even when Ange thought she did go too far. Besides, the practical benefits from her attention to local charity and public service made up for any preachiness that might ruffle Angela’s agnostic feathers. She and Angela had often worked together for various neighborhood charity drives and occasionally crossed paths volunteering at a local women’s shelter. After the shift, however, Lara’s low status became a major problem for her. Once enough people realized how low she was on the totem pole, critical mass was reached and the amount of orders she received was enough to radically alter her day-to-day life. She went from having a pudgy mom-bod to becoming a total MILF after dozens of people ordered her to spend more time at the gym. She wound up getting a ridiculous boob job too after dozens more told her to get bigger tits. Her normally reserved outfits were made perpetually skimpy. Without high enough status to protest, even on the rare occasions when somebody gave her a break and let her put on something besides her now signature strapless panties, pasties, and stripper heels, anyone with a more salacious gaze could confidently order her back into them without a second thought. She still engaged in lots of public service, but only to the extent that constant orders to suck cock anytime she left her house kept her servicing the public. And even when at home, sometimes people would stop by her house, have her come outside for a quick blowjob, and then order her to run an errand the next day to guarantee the community’s increasingly customized slut stayed that way.

Ange did not want to become like Lara. She would have to be very, very careful. She pulled herself back to the present, refocusing her attention from one of her neighborhoods most unfortunate housewives and back to the game. She couldn’t afford another major command tripling her problems. Mary had 6 cards, she had 15, Jen had 4, and Lacey had 10. Angela would need to turn things around in a major way to have a prayer of winning.

Mary looked conflicted for a moment, but her brow furrowed and she played her next card. “Zero. I choose to trade a residual with a player of my choice. I choose Jennifer.”

Pastel smirked behind the phone screen. Smart girl. Jennifer is the only one with just minor residuals so there’s no risk of her getting stuck with another major command. “Accepted. Michigan, you are passing on your flashing command to Jen and taking on her perpetual swallowing.”

*Click.*

That was preferable for both of them. Although she didn’t mind giving blowjobs, Jen didn’t like the taste of semen. She preferred leaning into her dominant dirty girl act and letting her partner finish on her, so passing off the compulsion to gulp down every last drop was fine by her. Mary, on the other hand, had no problem swallowing—she made sure to do it for Mark every time she gave him head—but she hated public exposure. The two were silently happy with the trade.

Lacey’s turn came next. She took another big swig of her drink, tempering the pleasure reflected in her regular intervals of moans from Pastel’s adjustments to the vibrator’s strength with wine. She played a normal card, telling another story as ordered. “When I first met Aiden’s family, his dad made me titfuck him before he realized I was dating his son. He doesn’t mess with me too much to keep the peace with Aiden, but he has me show off for him at every opportunity.”

This story was also good enough, as Pastel cooed, “kinky,” in approval. The game went on for another spate of turns without incident. The turn order was reversed once more by Angela to restore the original playing order, but little else happened. The girls’ hands grew smaller as cards were played mostly in sequence and the players’ having good luck with small draws. Finally, Jen could see victory in sight. She had 2 cards left: a wildcard and a green six. Mary was close behind with 3, poor Angela with 13, and Lacey with 5. The girls could sense that they were in the endgame. Or at least prayed they were.

Jen had a rough plan. The card on display was a yellow eight. It was her turn. She was certain that Angela had either a Draw 4 or a wildcard based on how many cards were in her hand still. If she played her own wildcard changed the color to anything but green, then she had a one in three chance Ange would change it her way. She didn’t want to risk the draw and wind up like Angela, scrambling to catch up. She decided to risk it. “Uno. Change it to red and pick up a house role, baby girl.”

“Fuck yo-o-OUu!” Ange exclaimed while gritting her teeth. The building pleasure was getting to be very difficult to ignore in her intoxicated state.

Pastel chimed in to award the overwrought blonde with even more indignities. “New house role for my first slutty blonde: Treasurer. As house treasurer, it’ll be up to you to manage the house budget, and to put your body on the line when it comes up short. I’ll be sending some deliveries your way soon, and you are either going to pay for it or submit to the delivery person whatever is needed for an even exchange. To make things more fun, your negotiation strategy always has to start by offering your body and only offering the money second. Good luck!”

*Click.*

Ange was fuming once again, despite the vibrator being dialed up to maximum settings. She and Lacey both let out little screams of frustration through the overwhelming stimulation at being unable to allow themselves to cum despite the wonderful feelings exploding through their bodies. Angela wasn’t sure what card to play from her massive hand, but decided to follow a more pragmatic concern play a red reverse card.

“FUCK!” Jen shouted angrily, starting to draw.

“House role trade, girls! Goth queen, you are now Treasurer. And Blonde Bimbo #1, you are now house Maid.”

*Click.*

Angela was so happy to hear those words. She snagged Jen’s maid headdress as the compulsion to put it on became overwhelming. She would much rather clean the house with a broom than a delivery-boy’s cock with her tongue.

Jen drew six more cards before she could play one, leaving her back at five. She slapped down a red eight. “Fuck all of you. When I left at the airport, I saw a couple getting all misty-eyed about saying goodbye before going to different terminals. I decided to help them out and told them to go 69 on the nearest bench. It was a great pre-flight show.”

No comment from Pastel. The game went on. Lacey played a red Draw 2. Mary nervously looked at Angela. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. She played a yellow Draw 2.

Angela finally smiled a happy smile. “No need to be sorry to me.” A green Draw 2.

“GOD DAMNIT!!” Jen shrieked, picking up six more cards. The irony was not lost on her that Angela did ultimately change the cards to green for her.

“Time for your first major rule, goth queen. I think that you could do with a bit of a personality adjustment. There can only be one queen on the throne, and unfortunately for you that’s me. As hot as your domineering has been, I want to see the other side of you too. From now on, whenever you think of taking charge, you are going to do the opposite. When you think of telling somebody to eat you out, you’re going to tell them to let you eat them out. You are going to be an adorable little sub for me, despite your high status. Back to you, Blonde Bimbo #2”

*Click.*

Lacey rolled her eyes and continued before letting out another moan. Jen breathed a heavy sigh, her breasts bouncing nicely as she suddenly stood up. “Lacey, shut the fuck up and let me eat you out.”

*Click.*

Lacey looked at Jen quizzically as she complied, the order forcing her to try her best to stay quiet. Her legs parted as Jen dropped down in between them. “Fucking hell, I think about ordering you girls around too much for my own good,” Jen murmured before grabbing Lacey’s thighs to keep them wide open and diving her tongue into the busty blonde’s pussy. Jennifer’s messy slurps and Angela’s own yelps of pleasure filled the room as Mary sat in stunned silence and Jen’s order kept Lacey quiet. Lacey played a green 5, eyes pleading at the camera for permission to speak.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Bimbo Two, it looks like you can’t tell me a story. Go ahead and grind on Jen. Really use her. I give you permission to get off using her so long as you can finish before your next turn.”

*Click.*

Jen looked up and saw a fire light up in Lacey’s eyes. Shit. Lacey ran her fingers through Jen’s dark bob cut, roughly pulling her lips exactly where she wanted them. She didn’t need her words to tell Jen what to do. She ground her crotch into Jen’s thrusting tongue and soft lips, savoring every second.

Mary silently cursed under her breath before starting to draw. She picked up four more cards before finally playing the fifth, another Draw 2. Now it was Angela’s turn to curse under her breath. Yet another rule for her to follow.

“Minor rule, Bimbo 1: you can’t perform oral sex on the same person multiple times in a row unless I give you an exception or a different person gives up their spot, so to speak, by ordering you back to the last person.”

*Click.*

Yet another rule that would make intimacy more difficult with her husband, Angela mulled over. Now, every time she gave Rod a blowjob, she wouldn’t be able to do so again until she sucked off someone else. Granted, that tended to happen rather frequently anyways, but she hated the formalization of the occurrence as a rule.

Jennifer tried to get up to play, but Lacey wasn’t having it. She kept a tight hold on Jen’s head and hair, writhing against her with vigorous intent. After just a moment longer, Lacey’s screams of pleasure hummed up from her throat to be caught behind her lips as she came from Jen’s prolonged ministrations. Jen collapsed back for a moment, looking back to the table to see what she’d missed. She reached back for her cards and selected one, tossing it on the pile. A blue Draw 2.

“Minor rule, Bimbo 2: you will always match Bimbo 1’s level of dress. If she’s showing cleavage, so are you. If she wears a thong, so will you. Make sure you coordinate with her outfits at all times. The only exception is if you want to show more skin, never less. For example, if she’s in a bikini, you could wear a matching color micro bikini, but you could never wear a one piece. Got it?”

*Click.*

Lacey nodded. She pointed to her mouth and then mimed talking as she picked up her two cards. Pastel chuckled. “Oh yeah, you can talk again.”

*Click.*

Lacey breathed a sigh of relief. “Fuck, that was great. Thanks for that, Jen, but next time maybe let me talk too.”

Jen scoffed at her while smiling warmly, “I may have to act more submissive now, but I still have the highest status, Lace. I will still find my ways to have fun with you.”

Maybe it was the wine, or Pastel’s new rules intervening in their normal dynamics, or just the new social order itself, but the girls had quickly gotten used to the new sexual dynamic enforced between them. Jen had always been bi, and the two blondes had experimented with threesomes a bit in college. Neither thought of themselves as bi, but those pre-shift experiences combined with the enforced flexibility needed for mental stability in a post-shift society had definitely made them more accepting of same-sex attention. Mary was the only one who considered themselves solidly straight, but even she was beginning to acknowledge that perhaps her privileged status insulated her from the need to accept a bit of fluidity as circumstances required when you didn’t have other options. Unlike Jen, she doubted she would ever want to have sex with another woman, but she was starting to understand her blonde friends’ acceptance of the world foisted upon them.

Mary looked at her hand again. Nothing special. The game went on again with another flurry of rounds. No special cards, just stories the girls were sure they would forget as Pastel encouraged them to open the last bottle of wine they had saved. Evidently, Mary’s stories were found lacking, and her punishment left her stripped to her high heels alone. She shuddered thinking of how many orgasms she would need to provide to get dressed in the morning.

After a few more turns, Lacey sat nervously. She had just one card left. Jennifer chuckled drunkenly, “Sorry, babes, but I have to keep trying to win.” Jen played a Draw 2. Lacey screamed with joy, slapping down her final card, another Draw 2. Mary screamed with frustration as the blondes screamed with pleasure—Pastel cranked their vibrators to the max to celebrate Lacey’s victory.

“What a finish. Final major command, Michigan: every day, you have to cause five orgasms, and you can only count one per person. Have fun! Bimbo 2, you’ll get your prize during your challenge tomorrow.” The call ended and the vibrations wracking the blondes’ bodies suddenly dropped off.

*Click.*

Angela was a sweaty, quivering mess. She sat panting and soaking wet, her fluids dripping out noticeably onto the couch. She still hadn’t cum yet, and she desperately needed to. “Ange,” Mary said, her voice authoritative and calm. “Come over here and eat me out and I will let you cum.” Ange pulled her hair back into a ponytail, knocking off her headdress, and got to work.