Cat fights

"I said, you can't play with Maggie anymore!" Emma shouts, red faced and raging at Cindi, who is looking pretty 'rosy' herself. For her part, the former homecoming queen heard your sister perfectly well the first time, but apparently could not believe her ears. You feel like a fly on the wall, able to hear and see the communication car crash in progress, but unable to stop either participant from slowing down or stopping short.

"You aren't the boss of me, Emma! I can play with anyone I want, and I haven't heard any complaints from Maggie. Hell, even with the ball gag she can clearly articulate how much she loves it when I expertly **** the cum out of her. Maybe that's why you are really pissed, because you can barely get a dribble out of her. You know I'm a better domme than you and you're worried your sub will start to prefer me." Cindi sounds unlike herself as she calmly, coldly condescends Emma, or rather she sounds TOO much like herself from before your shared Spring Breakthrough. You wince and wait for Emma's inevitable explosion, and pray that nothing is said that can't be taken back.

Your sister looks ready to launch into a temptuous temper tantrum, revving up true to form and growing even redder and rawer, but then she takes a deep breath and pauses. She dries the tears welling up in her eyes and says calmly, but not coldly, "Yes, Cindi, that is exactly what I am worried about. This is an entirely new experiment for me, and I don't want it to fail. If it does, I don't want to blame you, even if you are blameless. I love you too much to going back to despising you. I should have said something sooner, but I didn't want to spoil your fun."

Cindi's face looks like she has been slapped then spit on. You can tell she was starting to enjoy being miserable and mean again. It is her safe space, her default setting after years of practice. She shifts to frustration that the fight is stalling out just as she was getting into the groove, her nose scrunching up like she smelled something unclean. She softens the longer Emma holds her in her loving gaze, finally thawing and letting the raw hurt show through the melting ice and sighing, "God, guys, I'm sorry that I just go right back to robobitch factory settings every time I get scared. I'm sorry I put you down, Emmaculate. You have the markings of a great domme. You know the submissive side of it better than anyone, and you are super empathetic so you find the best buttons to push. As you build your confidence, I know you'll have subs lining around the block just begging you to bully the squirts out of them."

They embrace and sob and hold on tighter and sniffle and snort and whisper sweet somethings in each others ears until finally they pull back and kiss the last tears off each other's cheeks. Emma sighs, "Oh and I'm sorry, Ella, but Maggie kind of low key doesn't like you. You got her name wrong for years and then just started using the right one when you finally realized, but without ever apologizing or offering to make amends. Maybe we need a sharing hiatus. I feel guilty getting to play with your friends if you can't play with mine."

You respond reflexively, "But I barely play with my toy, and when I do, he's more fun to share with you. And why should I lose out on playing with my favorite playmate, Vanessa, just so you feel better about hogging Maggie? I can go out and find a nerd girl subby slut **** in under an hour." You regret it the moment you say it, and it opens another round of recriminations and regurgitating old grudges. At least this time you are involved, but you wish you could go back to being the fly. The attacks fly from all sides, to fast to process but just slow enough to retaliate against, like nukes flying off every which way in mutually assured destruction.

"Seriously, Ella, you are supposed to be the nice one among us. If you're going to start getting cocky and cruel, what chance do we have?" Vanessa asks astounded setting off an hour long argument on personal strengths versus individual responsibility. It almost resolves amicably when Vanessa interrupts Emma one to many times...

"Whether we are fighting or fucking, you always have to be in control, Missy! Even when you submit you hold a little back, like you could wrest control back anytime you want to!" Emma exclaims, and while you wouldn't put it so accusatory, you don't exactly disagree. Everyone gets quiet for a long time, and you find yourself missing the screaming. Finally, Vanessa opens up and brings you all closer.

"Yep. I'm fucked up. Say, Emma, you've known me for years. How many times have you seen my parents, much less spoken to them? They are gone all the time, even when they pop in unannounced to stay for hours or a day of polite pleasantries to fuck off overseas. I am an orphan with two living parents that give no fucks about me, and the people chosen to bring me up in their staid were indifferent at best and...SOB unspeakable at worse. So SNIFF yeah, I have a lot of abandonment issues to work out. And I do want to work them out together. But I can't promise I won't always hold a little part of myself close. It's a matter of survival for me." You are back to holding and crying, cuddling and soothing, and forgiving and apologizing in your close circle.

A bit of sweetly sadomasochistic makeup sex does wonders to clear the air, and you all end up huddled together in tears afterwards, but this time your eyes, not to mention your supple skin, stings not with sorrow, but with joy. The rest of the negotiations go much more civilly, even downright chummy.

"Okay. So for now I keep playdates with Maggie to just me, but Brad and Vanessa are still free to share, and we all agree to bring up any issues as they arise instead of letting them fester. Is that totes cool with everyone?" Emma chirps cheerfully, back to her bubbly self and Vanessa and you are agreeing heartily. You are grateful for the hurdle and that you seem to have come out stronger together as a result...

So far so good...