Only time can tell.

Erin returns, and opens the wine, pours everyone a glass then looks at hers confused. “Um, I don’t know where to sit, plus my ass still hurts.” She pauses with a pouty look on her face.

“You can lean over the side of the armrest against, you seemed to enjoy that last time.” B returning to her playful teasing of the girl, maybe a bit less playful than before.

“I could sit over there if you didn’t enjoy me on the armrest as well.” Erin replies, keeping the count even between them.

“Girls, please. Erin, why don’t you just sit on Jim’s lap. You can get a pillow if you think his cock will hurt your ass that much.”

Erin seems to like the idea of being close to you, and just plops her naked little ass on your lap, leaning back against the armrest, and then into your chest. Your arm trapped under her, resting on her hip.

“God, she’s cute. You can pick them Ali.” B finally giving her true opinion of Erin. Something that you see causes Erin to smile and wiggle into you.

“Ok, now that the name calling is over, and since neither of you two are giving me my massage that I soooo deserve, what’s our plan.” Alice seeming always taking the lead in conversations does it again. “I think it would be nice if B takes the guest room since she will be here full-time, but Erin does get first pick.”

“We have the pullout in the office. We can set that up for when Erin is over.”

“I don’t want her sleeping on the pullout. That thing is like 20 years old.” Alice being the voice of reason.

“I can just sleep on the couch, it’s only one or two nights a week, it’s fine. At least until you think of something better for me.” Erin trying to not seem like a burgeon, gives up what power she had in getting normal sleeping arrangements. Or maybe thinking that since the couch sucks, Alice would take pity on her and let her stay in bed more often.

“Fine, we can do that for now, but I don’t like it Jim. She needs something that is hers, not a couch. She won’t be guest here, so she needs her own space.”

“Well if you want to find another room in our house, feel free. I’ve looked, there’s only the office and guest room.”

“Back to more fun topics,” B says taking control of the quiet after the last issue was settled, “what did your little ass do to Jimmy Boy here that had him standing at full erection when he brought you back out.” B instantly goes back to get everyone to focus on Erin.

“The pain in my ass was soo much, that the rest of my brain like shut off, you know. And when Master here was just holding me, I felt his breath on my neck, and his heart beat calming me down, and then I just, I don’t know. I just couldn’t think of anything else besides fucking him right there.” Erin says, not ashamed or embarrassed or anything. She was biting her lip slightly whenever she paused, but otherwise looked like she could be telling a story about anything. “I’ve had sex before, and everything, but the feeling there, I’ve never felt so horny in my entire life. Sure my ass was on fire, but so were my tits and my pussy and everything. I’m sure if he would have told me to, I could have cum without him touching me. Whatever Mistress did to me, my body really like it.” That seems to have embarrassed her as she dropper her eyes down.

“The game ended, you don’t have to keep calling us Master and Mistress, Erin. But I am glad that you enjoyed it. Because a little firecracker like you will likely need to be punished regularly to keep you in line.” Alice says, trying to turn her helpful advice into something sexy.

“Oh, no, Mistress. Until my ass stops hurting or I get my clothes back, you will stay Mistress to me. And Master will always be Master, no matter what.” You could feel her wiggle into you more. “But after that, I don’t care how my body reacts, I do not want to be punished again. Horny or not, that still fucking hurt.”

“Preach girlfriend. Her paddling hand is fierce. I still remember it.” B’s words remind you of something that had somehow escaped discussion while the focus was on Erin.

“About that. You two have some explaining. Mainly, how have I known you both for years, being drinking with you two how many times in college, and just now found this out!” You aim for fake rage, rather than lustful desire to know steamy details. You feel like you completely missed it though and just sounded like a horn-dog.

“Not much to say. We did stupid bets all the time. But being college kids with no money – the loser had to do a forfeit. Over time the failures for the bets got worse and worse. Once I had streak across the football field. I made Alice go buy a butt plug from the sex store. Alice made me buy a gag and paddle. I made Alice wear the butt plug to class. Alice made me wear the gag while she paddled my ass. Next thing you know, I’m on a leash eating her out.” B’s recounting of some of their adventures went so fast that you feel like you missed half of them.

But, Erin did not. “Oh, you like gags then. I bet that you won’t still wear one.” Erin openly challenges B. “In fact, I bet that you can’t keep a gag in for one hour. If, after an hour, you still have the gag in, then I will do whatever forfeit you want. But, if you lose, then I pick a forfeit for you.”

The quiet and meek Erin is trying to show off, or maybe trying to make sure that Alice has a new favorite toy.

“Not fair. A gag. Really. How is that a challenge.” Alice being the one to stop the bet before it happens. “And only one sided, that isn’t fun. Let’s make this more fun. A competition between you two, if you are up for it. Jim and I will think of three challenges. Who ever get the most points wins. Loser does a forfeit. Does that sound fair.”

Erin and B stare at each other and almost at the same time, as if they were racing, agree to the competition.

“Good, Erin, go get another collar, two gags and 2 pairs of handcuffs. I showed you where all the toys were.” Erin leaps off your lap to get the items requested. “And you, all needs to be fair. Strip, so both of you are on equal terms.” Looking at her friend.

B starts to realize what she agreed to, but her drive to win and be the best overcomes whatever hesitation she might have. She stands up, and turns her back to you. She pulls her top off, freeing her tits and you can see those glorious orbs pushing out both sides of her body. Then she hooks her fingers into her shorts, bends at her back and pulls them and her panties down in one go. You see the her glistening juices as you can tell that whatever caused her to soak your chair before is still inside her.

She turns around, letting you taken in the full view of her. Her tits, standing out proud, a tight stomach that shows ab lines without her sucking in, and a fully shaved pussy. Taking another look over her toned and tan body, you see she has a tattoo on her right hip, what looks like writing but you can’t make out the words.

Before you are able to ask about it, Erin returns with the items. Things you didn’t realize that Alice kept after all of these years. A second collar, identical to Erin’s, two ball gags – one red, one black. And two pairs of handcuffs.

“Erin, we need to be fair. So take your stockings and shoes off. But leave the leash, I have plans. Then come kneel over here. B, come kneel over on this side.” Alice’s authority over the two girls is incredible. Both move instantly to do as they are told, eager to listen, but also wanting to be the first to complete their assignments to make Alice happy.

As Erin kneels between your and Alice’s feet, Alice is tightening the buckle on B’s collar. You have two naked and willing girls, both dripping with exciting, wearing nothing but a collar, kneeing waiting to be told what to do.

Holy fuck, and you didn't even use magic to get here.