Monique's Epilogue

Monique walked down the street, swaying her hips from side to side. Even wearing a rather plain dress she could feel the radiating lust as men stared at her. She stopped at a red light and sighed and three separate men took the opportunity to smack her ass. Thankfully the light changed quickly as she was able to cross without incident and she made it up to her apartment.

Stepping inside she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it over the back of an armchair. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, before cursing the shiny metal plate between her legs. Nadia insisted she wear it in public ever since 'the incident'. Monique could admit that she went a little too far that one time, but it hadn't been her fault. She'd accidently tripped when someone smacked her ass, but her dress was caught on something and ripped as she feel. The resulting lust generated by her naked body on the floor of the convention center had pushed her into overdrive and she'd started fingering herself right there on the floor. Of course her first orgasm reset her...but turned on a whole lot more people. It was a vicious cycle. She was lucky she had friends in high places or she would have been in serious trouble.

Of course the trade off with not fucking herself in public meant...well...not fucking herself in public. It made quick shopping trips dangerous because if she aroused too many people, or just aroused one guy too much, she'd be stuck in heat with no way of fixing it. Well, no way except getting some rando off. And Monique didn't do that anymore. She was a married woman, she'd never blow a stranger...without her wife watching.

It had been a few years into their relationship when she'd finally told Nadia the truth. Nadia had just thought Monique was a bit of a slut, but she'd accepted her explanation without any complaint. In fact that was how they first started bringing in 3rd parties to their relationship. Monique was bisexual and had spent her college years fucking pretty much everyone and anyone, but she'd been totally monogamous with Nadia. Nadia was gay, but she had a fetish for watching Monique with guys. She never participated herself, except to watch and give instructions. As long as her wife was happy with it, Monique was more than happy to get a little cock every now and then.

Monique made her way over to her computer and sat down. Another reason why Nadia liked to lock her up? She insisted a baseline horniess helped with her creative process. Perhaps she was right, Monique had publish over 300 romance novels as well as 10s of 1000s of chapters of erotica. She used various pen names and her super human typing skills to churn out works. The best stuff she published under her own name through a publishing house and made enough to support herself. The worst of it, aka the stuff she wrote when she was nearly overwhelmed with arousal, that stuff she posted under a pen name for free.

She was feeling pretty good so she pulled up a cheesy romance novel she was working on where a city girl moves to a small town and...yeah, it's been done before but her audience loved it so why change?

"Honey I'm home!" Nadia's voice rang out.

Monique leapt out of her chair and ran to the door. She saw her wife Nadia there grinning at her, "Hi!" She said as she leaned in to kiss her wife.

Nadia giggled and reached around to grope Monique's ass. As she squeezed Monique felt her own arousal steadily rising, "Honey...why aren't you wearing your clamps?" Nadia asked.

Monique blushed, "Uh...well..."

Nadia clicked her tongue and opened a nearby drawer. She pulled out handcuffs and quickly cuffed Monique's hands behind her. Then she help up wicked looking clover clamps, "I thought we agreed you'd wear these for me tonight?"

"Well yes but...I was already so horny and I wanted to work on that novel..."

Nadia put a finger over Monique's lips, "No excuses dear...or I'll find a better use for that mouth. Actually..." Nadia suddenly put both clamps on Monique's tender nipples, causing her to moan, half in pain, half in pleasure. Nadia tugged on the chain connecting them, "Come with me. I saw Omar in 512 on the way up, did you know it was his birthday last week? We didn't get him a present."

Nadia tugged gently on the chain as she led Monique out of their apartment, down one flight of stairs, and over to apartment 512. Nadia knocked on the door. A moment later it opened, "Zar-OH. Um. Hi..." Omar said, noticing Monique's nude form behind Nadia.

Nadia pushed past him, dragging Monique inside, "I'm so sorry we didn't get you a birthday present Omar. I thought we could fix it. How about a blowjob? Would that suit you?" Then Nadia pulled a small key out of her pocket, "Or I can unlock her if you'd prefer her pussy."

"B-b-blowjob is fine. I mean good. Great. Um...."

Nadia giggled and looked at Monique, "Don't you love how flustered he gets? He's getting aroused too isn't he? I can tell from the flush of your cheeks. What do you say? Do you want to give him a blowjob or should I unlock you?"

Monique was feeling his arousal. He was incredibly turned on right now, which meant Monique was too. Making him cum would get her off too, but she really, really wanted to be fucked. "Unlock me please!" She begged.

Nadia teased the key down Monique's chest, but eventually reached the belt and unlocked her. Just as she did a giant dildo suddenly appeared in her pussy. This happened to her every single day, ever since the game ended. It was huge and no matter how hard they pulled it was impossible to remove. Only by waiting 4 hours or having an orgasm would it disappear.

Nadia noticed it of course, "Oh dear Omar. It seems my naughty wife went and stuffed herself silly before putting on her belt. She should be punished for that, don't you think?"

Omar seemed unsure at first. This wasn't the first time the two of them had played with him. Nadia was always on the lookout for guys who could be trusted to participate while respecting their boundaries. Omar was definitely a sub, he seemed to love being told what to do by Nadia but wasn't exactly comfortable in a dom role with Monique. Still, he was nothing if not obedient. If Nadia told him to jump, he'd jump. He finally nodded, "Uh yeah. Definitely."

Nadia left Monique and sat down in Omar's big armchair, leaning back and crossing her legs, "Then punish those fat sacks on her chest. Slap them silly until she cums, then you can fuck her all you want."

Omar cautiously slapped Monique's tit. She barely even felt it. She rolled her eyes, "Omar, I'm not a doll. Like you mean it."

Omar tried again, harder, but still rather pitiful. Nadia shook her head, "No no Omar. Perhaps that's too difficult for you, I know what a kind boy you are. How about this? Trying ripping those clamps off. You might think it will hurt he but trust me, she's tougher than you think. If you manage to yank them off she'll cum."

Omar gulped and looked in Monique's eyes. She nodded, trying to encourage him. He grabbed the chain and with all his might he pulled. The clamps stretched her poor nipples until they popped off. Monique screamed, but it wasn't pain, she fell to her knees as the orgasm rocked her. Omar looked shocked that she'd really cum from something that looked quite painful, but of course he was unaware of the magical influence of the game. Monique's tits could tolerate far more **** than the average woman's, as she and Nadia had spent many hours discovering.

With an orgasm out of the way the dildo disappeared, but her arousal remained. Normally it would disappear after she came, but since Omar and Nadia were still watching her, both still extremely turned on, it just came back right away. From her position on the ground she turned and raised her ass to him, "Fuck me." She ordered.

"That's my line!" Nadia protested, "Fuck her Omar!"

Omar slapped Monique's ass, he couldn't help himself, then pulled down his pants and started to fuck her. Nadia pulled down her own pants and starting fingering herself as she watched, cumming just before Omar, and therefore Monique, did.

Afterwards Nadia smirked, "Well hope that made up for missing your birthday Omar. We should go, we're having something special for dinner."

"Oh, what are you having?" Omar asked.

"Pussy!" Nadia teased with a wink. She reattached Monique's nipple clamps and tugged her forward, "Come on wife, let's go."

Monique knew this wasn't normal. None of this was normal. But she was happy. She was so thankful to Barbie, she'd saved her life. She didn't know how she'd have survived with that gag and chastity panties. The game had changed her in many ways. Not just magically, but she thought that she was a better person now too. She was still friends with Faye, and her and Nadia would fly down to visit every now and again, but she also had so many other people in her life she treasured. Nadia, obviously, but Barbie, Liam and Alice were still a big part of her life. Not only them, but all her fans, both of her novels and her erotic writing, she felt truly blessed.

"Oh hi Barb!" Nadia said suddenly, snapping Monique out of her daydream. She'd been allowing Nadia to lead her by the nipple clamps and hadn't even realized Nadia was taking the long way around. Monique blushed, embarrassed to be seen nude, cuffed, and clamped by the grouchy building superintendent.

"Nadia...I've warned you before about playing your sick lesbian games in the halls." Barb said crossly.

"Oh I remember. But this isn't a lesbian game. In fact Monique just fucked Omar. Look, that's his cum leaking out of her pussy. Now if you'll stop groping my wife's ass we'll be moving along."

Barb snatched her hand away from Monique's ass indignantly, "I'll be complaining to the owner about this!" She wagged her finger in Nadia's face and stormed off.

Once she was gone Monique sighed, "Babe...did you really have to taunt her like that?"

Nadia laughed, "Don't be such a prude. I would love for her to complain. You know, I think she's secretly jealous. That's why she hasn't actually complained yet. I wonder what exactly it would take to push her over that hump. I really, really want to see what Alice would do."

Monique couldn't help but smile, "Ya, I wonder..." The owner that Barb threatened to complain to was of course Alice. There was no way Alice would tolerate Barb complaining about Monique and Nadia without making a few changes to Barb. She'd gotten so creative with her commands, it had become something of a game with them to try and figured out what changes she'd made to people. "But can we discuss elsewhere? I'm cold."

Nadia flicked Monique's nipple, "Oh? Well I can think of a way to warm you up...let's go. I have some sick lesbian games to play with you." Nadia winked and rushed forward, still holding the nipple chain. Monique had to jog to keep up. They made it back to their apartment and Nadia immediately threw her on the bed and climbed on top. She kissed Monique passionately then lifted her head up, "I love you."

Monique smiled, "I love you too."