Wake Them

I gave them triggers to put them back into a trance and woke them.

Isabel looked at me with a new attitude. She took my hand and led me into the kitchen. "Look, I'm sorry. You can move in with me to my new place." She put a hand on my waist and another on my shoulder.

"You sure?"

She pulled herself to me and kissed me, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth and reached my hands up under her shirt and felt her small but firm tits. She stopped kissing me. "Yes, very sure."

"OK, but Paris pissed me off, and I need to put her in her place."

"Oooh, can I watch?"

"Of course."

We went back to where Paris was standing in the living room and looking at her phone. "Paris, take a smiling selfie."

"OK," she took a selfie.

"Paris, go into Isabel's bathroom and shave off your eyebrows then come back to that spot."

As we waited for Paris, I had Isabel fetch a permanent marker from a desk where her computer was. We made out some more, then Paris came back sans eyebrows.

"Take another selfie with the exact same expression as the other selfie."

"Sure." Paris obeyed again.

"I don't think you look right with no eyebrows." I took the marker and drew thick black brows pointing down towards the bridge of her nose. I then had her take another selfie then post all three selfies on Instagram asking which look people liked the most.

"Paris, you need to buy a wireless remote control anal plug, a wireless remote control vibrator, a pair of nipple clamps, a ball gag, two pairs of padded handcuffs, and a paddle. Get. Oh, and don't forget the batteries for the sex toys."

Paris was getting turned on by being bossed around, and Isabel was getting turned on watching me fuck with Paris. Paris left, and Isabel leapt on me, wrapping her long sexy legs around me and passionately kissing me.