Best laid plans

“Ya know, I never thought I’d have ‘how to clean cum from glasses?’ on my search history, but here we are.” Barbara, or rather, Barbie, came out of the bathroom while drying off her glasses with a hand towel. She plopped back down on the couch beside me, laid-back and relaxed.

“What, you didn’t wanna have it on your search history?” I lazily answered, still enjoying the high of the amazing orgasm she had given me mere minutes before.

“Of course not! Who would ever want to have such humiliating things on their phone?!” she grumbled, not really looking at me, still focused on removing the last little remnants of stains from her lenses.

“You mean you didn't activate incognito mode before searching for that?”

A look of unadulterated understanding and regret dawned over her face, but she couldn’t manage to say a word, no matter how much her mouth opened and closed with no sound of its own.

“A lot has changed, but some things always stay the same.” I chuckled at her bewilderment. “You’re still sharp as a rock, but dense as a pebble.”

After another second or two, that managed to wake her from her stupor.

“Did you just fucking call me dense?!”

I exploded in laughter at her sudden shift of emotion, and Barbie didn’t take long to follow suit. She settled for punching me in the arm for my offense and I took it in stride.

It felt amazing to reunite with someone who you haven’t seen in years, better yet if it’s a childhood friend. Of course she had changed since I last saw her, I had changed too, it’s what life does, it changes people over time and we were simply a couple of the most recent affected. Both of us came out of our shells during that time apart, Barbie became a party girl and I opened up to more people in college, finally started dating and lost my virginity in those two years. She did too. We had changed, but many things still felt the same. I could still see the same friend I always loved to hang out with, irreverent, stubborn, disorganized, always eager to make an impression when she wanted to leave her mark. But also eager to be a good friend in general, super smart, a jokester, and lover of hugs, if she could get away with them. She had changed in many ways, and yet not changed at all.

That was a very roundabout way to say that I could probably rule out the theory that the contract was having any effect over these girls. Barbie was essentially the same person as I’ve even known her to be, just with some years of experience added on top. At most what I could come up with is that the contract would alter their sexuality and fetishes to cater to my interests, after all, there is no way to know what they were into before, since the contract seems able to mess with their past. But I don’t think that is true for one simple reason: I asked for Cassandra.

I asked for her by name, while specifying things about her, and yet the contract gave me some else entirely. If anything, it modified reality to make my wish even possible, not the person it involved. If it could even do that, of course, the only evidence of this was that the girls had possession of their contracts before we met, which is something minor in the grand scheme of things.

What I had to look out for, however, was their free will regarding the whole “**** submission” thing. THAT I had no way to verify if it was genuine in the first place, or implanted somehow. You never know, “the best lies are founded in truth”, right? That devil could have gotten girls who would be compatible with me and made them want to be slaves. …That’s a theory in progress. There’s no way I can really prove it anyway.

“Hey, where did you drift off to?” Barbie eyed me curiously.

“Oh, uhh, nowhere.” I mumbled, still in the process of coming back to reality.

“C’mon man, you’re making that scrunching face you make when you’re too absorbed into a problem.”

“What? I don’t make any weird faces when I’m thinking.”

“Oh, don’t even start, you know you do, and you know that I know. We go back a long time, don’t even try to hide that.” she laughed as she said it, but I could see a bit of worry behind her eyes. “You know I know you.”

I sighed.

“Ok. Alright, there’s been a thing nagging me in the back of my mind.” She was right, I wouldn’t be able to hide it from her for much longer even if I tried. Now, how to talk about this without her thinking I’m crazy? “It’s about the contract you all signed.”

“You mean the Certificate of Ownership.” She nodded. It wasn’t a question. “What about it?”

“Well…” this was it, time to not sound crazy, “I’m just wondering if y’all are really doing all this willingly. You and the girls could be, I dunno, uncomfortable with all the sexual stuff.” I was uncomfortable with this conversation right now, I was feeling my cheeks redden.

“Awww, you’re so cute for worrying about us! But we’re no longer people, remember? We’re your objects now.” Her answer was so cheerful and carefree that it blindsided me. I had become so used to these girls doing everything I asked, and worried about what the contract could be doing to them, I had completely forgotten they didn’t even see themselves as people anymore. “And you don’t have to be embarrassed about it,” she continued, booping my nose for emphasis. “At least I signed it willingly, knowing everything that was going to happen. If I wanted anyone to use me as a sexual object, you, my dude, would be on top of that list.”

Yeah, this whole situation had been so normalized for me, that it had been a while since I was last caught off guard by any of these girls’ crazy admissions.

“Really? Look, I –”

She rushed over and shushed me, putting a finger over my mouth.

“I know you can get very worked up about nothing, so let me spell this out for you, Captain Mcworrypants,” I could only nod. Her chest was veeeeery close to mine now, I struggled to maintain eye contact. “I willingly became your object because I was dared to and because I wanted to see you again. I was already used to doing some kinky stuff even before then, and people treating me like an object for their own pleasure was one of the hottest, sexiest things anyone could have ever done to me.” Her intense eyes were only making this hotter. Was this supposed to be hot? “Face it, you struck gold, Tiger. You reunited with a long lost friend and got a new object to use and ****, including sexually, something I’m particularly experienced at. So be happy for once in your life and stop overanalyzing shit!” And to top it all off, she finished her rant by pecking me on the lips. Sealing a deal I hadn’t even known we were making.

Barbie settled back down on the couch and returned to cleaning up her glasses. Then she added, her worry from before hanging on her words once again: “But that’s just me. I can keep an eye on the other girls if you want. Make sure they’re not being **** by anyone or whatever.”

“Thank you.” was all I could manage to say. I had forgotten how damn intense one Barbara Dias could be when she put her mind to helping someone and setting them straight.

“So, it’s a deal then?” she asked.

“Yeah, you’re smarter and more attentive than me, help me look for signs the other girls are as ok with this as you are.”

“Just so you know, they were the ones who told me you liked some sexy stuff, and also what your preferences were in the first place. They were proactive about it, doesn’t look like the behavior of someone being **** to me.” she mused. “Or something being ****, after all we…”

“...are objects made to obey me and to be used, I get it.” I finished her sentence before her and smirked. She smirked back.

“Though I doubt that cop girl, Bi, could be **** into anything she didn’t want to.”

“Yeah, she seems pretty badass.”

“And I’d think she’d have some idea about this stuff, if any of us were being **** to do this. It’s kind of her job to deal with shit like this, isn’t it?” Barbie stared off into the distance, probably imagining all kinds of weird or badass things Bi’s job would lead her to do.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna tell them for now, not make this any weirder than it has to be… or already is.” I chuckled to myself, having a couple girls ready to fulfill any and all of your needs and desires was at least a little bit weird.

“Sure man, anything. I’ll look into it with you, then we talk.” Barbie answered, still looking away and thinking. “But before any of that, you gotta grow some balls, man! Me and the girls want to be sexually dominated and used, and you’re not doing much of the usin’!” she added, still keeping her gaze away from me and growing a bit red on the cheeks.

“Oh really, Miss Mcsexdoll? What you did to me earlier didn’t look much like submitting sexually to an owner.” I joked back at her, now that the tension had mostly been dissolved between us.

“Ok, ok, maybe this is a little bit too much of a TMI, but I like my dominating to come after a struggle.” Her eyes were completely focused down on her glasses, and she was fully red now, something probably easier to notice due to how pale her skin was. “I don’t know about the other girls, maybe they have different degrees or preferences of how they like their dominating, I know I like to be used and abused after being conquered, ok? Dominated, alright? Jeez, never thought I’d be admitting my kinks to my childhood friend, but here we are, I like being conquered, pinned down, and fucked like a prize and a piece of meat. Is that what you wanna hear? Yes? No? Doesn’t matter, why haven’t those girls come down yet? I better go check up on them, see you in a bit.”

She got up from the couch lightning fast, making sure to not put her glasses back on so she wouldn’t have to look at my face, and bolted for the stairs.

Just as Barbie was about to get some reprieve by going up to the second floor, the duo exited one of the rooms and quickly came back down the stairs, pushing her back with their momentum.

“Oh look they’re here already, no need for me to go upstairs at all” Barbie mumbled, trying to bury herself into a corner.

“Owneeeeer!” Aly jumped over the couch and tackled me into it with a hug.

“Hey Aly,” I smiled at my friend, “it’s only been a few hours since we saw each other, no need to go this hard.”

“But it feels like it’s been months!” she pouted. “Besides, you overslept, so we spent a long morning without you.” She smooched me on the cheek as if I had been lost at sea.

After filling my face with kisses, she backed away and I was able to see the clothes she was wearing: just like the other girls, she was wearing a rock band T-shirt and a pair of short shorts. I turned my head to Barbie, who was still avoiding any and all eye contact in the corner, and said to her:

“I see your music tastes changed, but your well meaning nature didn’t. Thanks for giving the girls some extra clothes today.”

She murmured her thanks and turned even redder, if such a thing was ever possible.

“She was such a nice and cute girl this morning, owner.” Aly gushed about her new fellow object-to-be-owned. “Me and Bi, we were so sweaty from everything we’d been doing. Of course, we could always take a shower, but our clothes were a whole nother story. We barely had to mention anything to her, that Barbie here was already offering to go down the street and lend us some of her stuff so we wouldn’t be wearing sweaty clothes.” Aly grabbed the sides of her shirt to show the alien skull at its center. “Not exactly my choice of style, if I’m being totally honest, but she was so cute bringing this to us. I told her she made me want to eat her up!”

Barbie would have melted into the wall if she could at this point. Aly couldn’t have known what we had been talking up to this point, or maybe she could feel the vibes from the goth’s behavior alone, but regardless of that, a mischievous smile curled up on her lips. “I wonder… what could we possibly do to reward such kindness, owner? How could we possibly… use her in a way that would make her feel grateful?”

Aly looked back at Barbie over her shoulder, bit her lip, and gyrated her hips like she wanted to make some mistakes today. She got off from atop of me (which was a sad sight, regardless of reasons or outcomes) and stalked towards the goth girl in the corner. “Tell me, oh little Barbie girl, how can—”

“THE BEACH!” Barbie bellowed at the top of her lungs. “I-I never had much free time during the day when I was studying. I never had any friends to go with. I’ve been wanting to go to the beach for a long time. But I never had anyone to go with!” She blurted out, red as a strawberry, furiously brushing her hair behind her ear and looking at the ground.

“Oh… that’s not the thanks I had expected to give,” Aly said, voice holding a tinge of disappointment, and also some surprise from the unexpected burst, “but if it’s what the new girl wants, that’s the reward she will get, right owner?” She turned back and skipped towards me. “A day at the beach?”

“More like afternoon.” Bi said her first words since coming back downstairs, she was standing on the other side of the room, back against the wall, with her arms crossed, a proper badass pose. “Since owner was so busy sleeping in all morning.”

“Hardy har, laugh all you want, I still have to wake up early tomorrow, let me enjoy this.” I got up from the couch and looked around at all the girls in the room, us making our plans for the day. “Do y’all have swimming suits around here, by the way?”

“Actually, me and Barbie’s body types are pretty similar,” “Bi answered as she approached the rest of the group and looked at the goth’s bikini clad breasts, “even though I’m taller, if I wear a bikini, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

At the mention of Bi wearing a bikini, the room’s average brain power took a noticeable down hill ride. Even Aly, who was still getting used to liking girls, stopped whatever she was doing to look at the cop with noticeable wanton wonder. Or at least I would have noticed that, if I hadn’t been distracted myself.

*snap* *snap* “Hey, hey, horndogs, we have a beach day to plan. We don’t have time to lose to your gawking, especially because we only have half of the day left!” Bi snapped us back to reality.

“Uh, ahm, that’s all nice and all” Aly began returning to this world. “But I don’t think I’m gonna fit a swimsuit with the same…” and then it was all for naught. “... proportions.”

“I have a sister!” Barbie screamed at the top of her lungs again, still cheeks red. “Sorry, I’m still, like, super nervous with, umm, stuff.” She sneaked a peek at me. Even with everything involved, it was still good to see my socially conscious friend was still the same deep down and when it counted: when a hot person interacted with her. “What I mean is, my older sister has a similar build to you, Aly, maybe one of her swimsuits fits you better?” …aaand she was lost staring as well. Honestly, I can’t judge, I was doing the same.

*snap* *snap* “Oh! Kay! Two disaster lesbians and one horny straight guy.” Bi redoubled her efforts. “Looks like I’m gonna be the one shepherding y’all to the car, so chop, chop!” She moved to push our horny asses out the door so we could actually get started with our beach day.

“Yes mommy!” Barbie responded too fast. “I mean… yes ma’am!”

“Jesus Christ, just get in the car!”