Rachael tries to talk to Naomi

Rachael held Naomi’s leash. Rachael pet Naomi from behind on the ass before moving her hand towards her crack and pulling the plug a little. Rachael thought she’d felt joy at degrading her former friend but she just felt sad. Naomi yelped but otherwise didn’t say anything.

Rachael had her former best friend completely under control. She wasn’t sure how to feel. She certainly wanted **** but she didn’t want to become the villain of her own story.

Rachael held the leash firmly before moving to Naomi’s front and trying to see her face. Naomi couldn’t make eye contact and looked at the ground. She was still naked, collared, wet, reeking of pussy on all fours in the hands of her former best friend who just felt comfortable enough to play with an object stuck in her asshole.

Rachael finally broke the silence.

“So... have you always been like this or is it just since we stopped being friends?”

Naomi wasn’t sure whether to speak and she couldn’t shake her head no to a ‘or’ question so she just made eye contact and started to tear up before looking at the ground again. She felt so ****.

Rachael tried again “I know things aren’t how they were but you could try to talk to me.”

Naomi looked up again but she just teared up some more.

“ I do have permission to punish you. Why don’t you just talk to me.”

Naomi couldn’t think of what she would say if she could. She felt like if she asked for mercy and Rachael denied it it would hurt 100x worse. She looked up again but even just looking into Rachael’s eyes felt too intimidating and she averted her gaze.

“Fine, but remembered you’re making me do this. Over my knee.”

Naomi hadn’t heard that phrase in many years but she had no power to fight. Rachael sat up on the bed and Naomi crawled over her former best friends knees.

“I’ll keep this up until you talk to me.”

Rachael placed one hand on Naomi’s back and the other on her ass. Naomi realized her cum was now in her former best friend’s lap. She feared the consequences of that. She knew she smelt like cum and her pussy and thighs were coated in it and all appearances made it seem like she was enjoying herself. She was now even more afraid to speak. She winced as her former best friend delivered a stinging but relatively light smack to her left ass cheek which was closest to Rachael.

“I’m just asking you to talk to me.”

Another blow this time to her right ass cheek. Naomi winced but still couldn’t talk. Rachael spread her cheeks getting a better look at Naomi’s plug and pussy. She tried to meet Naomi at her level. Naomi just felt further exposed and degraded.

“You have a really pretty plug. It matches your eyes. Do you want to talk about that at least?”

Naomi wasn’t sure if she was being mocked. She sounded sincere but still was very afraid. Rachael delivered a blow that hit both cheeks and Naomi winced and then cringed as she felt her juices splash on her thighs and on Rachael. She was disgusted with herself.

“Naomi, Brad is behind us. I was mad and still am but i’m not that mad. I couldn’t be this mad. Please I feel awful. Just talk to me.”

Naomi was starting to consider actually speaking. She took another double cheek blow and grunted. Rachael delivered another shot after that, her hardest shot yet, and Naomi yelped and out of pure instinct fell forward and crawled to the corner of the room in tears, it wasn’t that far as Rachael could still hold her leash. Rachael followed slowly to not create fear and looked at her former friend.

“Will you just talk to me?”