They are uncertain.

“I don’t know, it just seems odd.” Lacey mused after gulping down a large swig of her coffee. “She clearly enjoys making us more—”

“Promiscuous.” Jennifer interjected.

“Yeah,” Lacey continued, resuming as if Jennifer had never spoken in the first place, “I mean, my current outfit alone pretty much guarantees I can’t go within a mile of a public space unless I feel like spending the rest of my day on my knees there.”

Jennifer chortled with glee while Mary shook her head sadly as she took another bite of the delicious and fluffy pancakes Angela had just made for them. To be fair to her, Lacey wasn’t wrong. Angela’s maid outfit for the day—evidently, Pastel had packed three, and it seemed Angela’s house role compulsions **** her to cycle through them—didn’t consist of much, and Lacey’s twinning therefore didn’t let her wear much either. Angela, bustling away in the kitchen as she cleaned the dishes prior to eating herself, struck quite the figure. Her headdress still sat proudly on top of her head, framing the messy bun she’d tossed her golden hair into very nicely. She wore just a pair of black heels, a tiny black thong, a skirt that failed to cover her enough to hide that she was wearing said tiny black thong, and a white cuffs plus bowtie set. This left Lacey dressed in just a pink thong and heels, as she didn’t have any skirts short enough to match her busty friend’s indecent apparel, and she had no desire to wear any maid accoutrements for extra wrist or neck coverings.

“Well, if we do have to go out, I can feel in my head that I’m allowed to change out of the maid outfit so long as I’m not in the house, so if you all covered for me we could probably swap something out in the car.” Angela tried to reassure her fellow blonde.

“Sure, Ange, like that’ll do us much good. You still have to show off your tits, right?”

“Yeah…”

“And wear tiny skirts?”

“I think I could make dresses work too!” Angela turned from the kitchen, muttering defensively.

“Sure you can, sweet cheeks.” Jen chimed in, walking over to the sink. The raven-haired girl highly contrasted her friends as the only person wearing a decent modicum of clothing in leggings and a baggy t-shirt. Mary had strategically waited to fully dress until she knew what she would need for the day, as any additional clothing would be a waste of a banked orgasm, and thus was also wearing just her bra and panties. Jen suddenly grabbed Angela’s ass and slapped it roughly, causing the blonde to lightly yelp and turn to face her. “And I’m sure the extra covering on your midriff wouldn’t have any repercussions at all on the amount of cleavage you’d feel compelled to show off, would it? You definitely wouldn’t be fighting to keep it on at all.”

Angela blushed beet red as Jen called her commands out. She would’ve loved to retort, but she could tell Jen was probably right. Mary verbally jumped in, trying to defuse the situation and end her friends embarrassment with a quick compliment. “Total sidebar, but it’s a wonder you and Rod aren’t fat, Ange. These are delicious.”

“Thanks, Mary. I’ve always been pretty good at cooking thanks to my dad, but since I married Rod even I would admit I’ve been more—”

“Domestic!” the girls all shouted out over her before laughing at the contrast. Ange just rolled her eyes with a big smile plastered on her face. But it was true. And she loved it.

*Ding.*

Angela’s text notifications now got everyone’s attention. It could be Pastel, after all.

“It’s Mistress.” Ange declared.

“God, it’s so fucking funny she’s making you do that.” Jen tittered out.

“Shut up! She’ll probably make you do it to, you domme bitch.” Ange replied.

They both chuckled at the irony of the situation.

“What does she want?” Mary got to the point quickly.

“Our challenge for the day. It’s just a quick text. Apparently she’s just sending us a voice recording to get this started because she’s saying goodbye to Daddy.”

Mary nodded and got back to her pancakes. She was almost done with breakfast, and hoped to finish before their new torment began. Lacey similarly tucked in, allowing Jen and Ange to get back to their playful banter.

“Hey, does she still make you wear the vibrator?” Jen asked, leaning against the counter as Angela re-stocked the cleaned plates back into the kitchen cabinets. Angela nodded. “Yup. Which means Lacey is at least wearing more than two things right now.”

“Shut up! At least I’m only stuck with it because of you. And if we get another challenge that lets me pass this thing off, either Jen or Mary are going to be stuck with it for sure.”

“Oh, so you’ve still got fighting words, huh?” Jen said, oozing competitiveness with a smirk across her face.

Angela just sighed as she finally sat down to eat, afraid she knew where this was going. As she saw Jen pull out her phone, she put her fork down and braced herself.

“Of course, cuz you’re going down!” Lacey proclaimed, smiling a wickedly bold smile back.

“Honey, I think the only one going down will be you.” Jen replied, tapping the screen a few times.

Lacey’s eyes went wide as she felt the toy inside her begin humming to life. “Oh fuck, you have control of these too?”

Jen nodded as both blondes’ faces began to flush, their lips slightly parting as their breathing and heart rates increased. “As soon as Mary told me that Ange was somebody’s remote control little plaything I just HAD to.” She emphasized as the women felt the toys’ pace quicken.

Ange controlled her tone as best she could, addressing Jennifer evenly, “I understand you want to show Lacey up, but do you really have to drag me into it?”

Jennifer sighed, stripping in the kitchen next to her friends. “Sure do, babes. If it makes you feel any better, you’re about to get my tongue on that needy snatch since I’m consciously taking charge of you both.”

Angela leaned back in her chair and spread her legs, her hands tightly gripping the counter in front of her. “Only a little since I still have to bee-e-eg to cuuuuuum.” She couldn’t help drawing her words out as the toy now worked at full power inside her.

Jen chuckled as she got to her knees and pulled the now damp thong to the side. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it easy for you. I’ll let you cum if you let me use your nudes for our next treasury payment.”

Angela’s eyes narrowed despite the wonderful sensation of Jennifer’s mouth sucking on her clit. “Mmmmmm… No face.”

Jen pulled away for a moment, “No face, pretty lady. C’mon, it’s not like there’s not plenty of full body shots of you on the internet.”

Ange couldn’t deny that. Since the shift, plenty of lower-class clothing stores had made her model lingerie for them by catching her as she walked by, and she knew there was at least one public blowjob video of her getting face-fucked alongside her yoga class at a restaurant on a class night out had been posted on a frat’s Facebook page. “Fine. But no video!”

Jen pulled off again, now only lightly using her tongue, clearly walking the middle line between both of their compulsions. “Nope, videos are on the table. Specifically, tittydrop and twerk videos. You don’t have to ride a dildo for the camera, but you will have to shake those nice assets of yours. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to cum.”

Now Ange was really torn. She didn’t know when her next fix might be. Lacey was in the same boat as her and as her twin needed the same permission. Mary was **** to find one more person to get off every day assuming she got her husband and friends, and Ange didn’t really want to become the bait in a double-blowjob like she had been yesterday. Jen really might be her best bet if she kept ratcheting things up, and she did not want to be pushed out looking so **** in case she did finally have to go in public. “Fiiiine.”

Jen let her cum.

___

“Aaand, ACTION!” Jen shouted, savoring her role as director. By using Ange’s deal and Lacey’s standing order to provide any requested sexting material, Jen had set up what she thought would be irresistible spank-bank material for any hot-blooded male (or lesbian) delivery agents. She kept her high-quality camera focused on the action as it unfolded in front of her just as she had directed.

The camera was positioned to keep Lacey and Ange’s heads just out of frame, capturing their scantily clad bodies in full detail. Lacey held a towel up in front of her breasts to get around the clothing rule, as—try as they might—Ange simply couldn’t get any sort of top on with their clothing restrictions being as they were. Ange sashayed her way behind her “twin,” taking the towel ends from her and bouncing Lacey’s boobs up and down for the camera. For her part, Lacey placed her hands on her hips seductively, bending down slightly to risk a bit more cleavage exposure for the camera. After a few more jiggles and wiggles from the blondes’ lithe bodies, Ange pulled up the towel and let Lacey’s massive tits bounce free, her fellow blonde jumping up and down a few times for good measure. They then turned around, Ange walking back alongside her friend, and dropped down into a wide twerking position before letting their asses bounce freely for the camera. Their faces couldn’t be seen, but practically everything else could since all they wore were thongs and high heels. The only difference a casual observer would notice between the two was the color of their thongs and that the black-clad girl also wore a maid headdress. The two were surprised, however, when they felt their toys come humming back to life, causing a chorus of delightfully lewd moans as they were **** to continue their twerking display.

After what felt like ages of shaking for the camera in both every sense and position imaginable, Jennifer finally showed a little mercy. “AND THAT’S A WRAP, FOLKS!” At that point, both girls were dripping messes, having given a worthy show to the camera. Jen was so pleased with the footage that she gave them both permission to cum while 69’ing with Mary, although pulling the brunette into the equation **** her to pleasure Mary herself once the blondes had been satisfied.

___

After showering off and getting ready to face the day once again, the girls re-assembled in the cabin’s living room. Angela wore her final allowed outfit while she put the others (along with the rest of the girl’s sex-stained clothes) in the wash: a black thong, cuffs and necktie combo, and a short, frilly apron small enough to show plenty of cleavage and side-boob but just long enough to cover her midriff. The apron had a sort of halter-top tie at the top and a single loop around her back, clearly giving ease of access should anyone wish to undo it. This therefore left Lacey, once more, with very little to wear. The twinning blonde wore a navy blue thong and an insubstantial halter top, though she tied her hair up in its signature ponytail while Angela’s hair had been fixed in a neat set of long curls. Mary, who was regretting having to take off even the few articles of clothing she’d removed for her shower, struck an even more indecent sight, however. The poor woman, fearful of being stripped by Pastel’s next set of demands, had no desire to waste the few articles of clothing she was allowed to put on, and therefore sat in just her high heels, blushing from head to toe. Jennifer, once again, was the only woman who looked fit to go out, simply wearing dark jeans and a black sweatshirt.

“Go on and get it over with.” Mary spat out, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She really didn’t like being nude in front of her friends, and her discomfort was enough to encourage her to get whatever challenge lay ahead of them completed so she could finally dress.

“How many changes have you saved up right now, Mary?” Jen cut in, a curious smile on her face.

Mary sighed. “I got you guys off, my husband, and…” she shivered as she uttered with some distaste, “the pizza man. That got me up to five articles of clothing I could put on. Then when I woke up I put on my bra, panties, and heels, which took three. When you made me… satisfy Ange and Lacey, that gave me two back. Putting the heels back on took another. If you let me get you again tonight, then I’ll have one more. And I need to find another guy plus my husband still too.”

Jen replied, “So right now, you only have two more, right?”

Mary nodded. “Until I get more people off, yeah.”

“So you’re very eager to get on with your day then, huh?” The predatory gaze returned in Jen’s eyes. “You can’t put on a full outfit yet, can you? What would you go without: bra, panties, or dress? Or would you just go without underwear entirely and try look like a normal woman who wasn’t getting toyed with by her superior?”

Mary’s blush would have deepened if it were possible, but she was already so mortified that she could get no redder. “I don’t know. Probably bra-less?”

“Oh, so you want the focus on your tits. Dangerous for somebody with boobs as big as yours.” Jen leaned back, shut her eyes, and distorted her voice into a sort of carnival fortune-teller impression. “I see titfucks in your future, my dear! Cum all over your breasts!” The blondes laughed as Mary’s hands subconsciously drifted up to cover her admittedly large assets. Jen pulled herself back up in her seat and continued as sarcastically as normal. “Well, let’s find out what we’re dealing with then. Might give you a better idea for the future.”

Angela nodded and opened her phone back up, going back into her messages to find the recording left for her by Pastel and pressing play.

“Hello, ladies! Welcome to yet another test of my powers!” She proceeded to make what was clearly her best rendition of a spooky ghost noise which her captives couldn’t help but find cheesy. “So, I know that my voice over the phone live can command you. Same for text messages. But what about audio logs? Would you be held sway by my voice? Could I trap a woman in an intricate series of recordings as my helpless little plaything? Today, you are going to be part of that experiment. And Mary, you are going to be its star.”

Mary’s face turned white as the recording continued. “Girls, you are going on a trip to the mall. Angela, you will text me when you are all going to leave and you will each receive a personal series of audio-logs I want you to listen to at the specified times. There’s a store at the mall called ‘Safety Status’ that you will all go to before doing anything else. You will arrive there one hour from hearing this recording. Once there, you will tell the clerk that you are part of ‘Pastel’s Passion Project’ and accept whatever items she gives you. Use them as directed. For everyone but Mary, that’s all for now. Mary, you have some special commands first.”

All the girls sat in trepidation, waiting to hear what the buxom brunette had in store. “As you well know by now, your commands only let you put on one article of clothing per person you make cum. After giving it a bit of thought, I’ve decided that a deeper bank is too generous for you. Therefore, from now on, you may only store two articles of clothing at a time. In other words, even if you got all five people you’re required to off at once, you could only put two pieces of clothing on from it. If you want to get five articles of clothing out of it, you’ll have to be getting dressed progressively and—maybe more difficultly for you given your openness to fashion suggestions—stay that way. I suggest you get used to dressing very strategically if you want to stay covered up enough to ward off accidental commands from the lower classes! Anyways, to start you over a bit in keeping with the increased difficulty, go ahead and take off whatever you’re wearing now and start your count back at zero.”

*Click.*

Mary nearly choked as her hands pulled her heels right off her feet, leaving her nude and needing to provide pleasure to put on any more. Jen comfortingly put her hand on her shoulder before less comfortingly uttering, “Hey, you can still eat me out and get two birds with one stone.”

___

“Are you sure about this?” Pastel asked Avery as he walked out the door.

“Of course, babe. It’s just boxing. I’ll kick the guy’s ass and then head back over.”

“He looked pretty tough on his socials, babe. Just be careful.”

“Of course, babe. I got this.”

He walked out the door after waving back.

I sure hope so, lover-boy.