Busy Morning Pt 1

I woke up all on my own, which felt weird given everything that’s going on these days. It was Saturday morning, everyone should be home. Is it weird I expected to be called on by one of my roommates already? I mean, it’s barely 9 AM, surely I’m not so far lost in this new world to be saddened by not being used by my friends first thing in the morning…

I pulled out my phone, and I noticed that I had a couple text messages. The messages turned out to be from Christopher. I got a message from him saying he was home safe (I love that he knew I wanted to know that he was safe, even if I fell asleep before receiving the message). It wasn’t too long after he’d left my room last night. I’d almost expected them to talk for a while, planning whatever was next in this little game. I knew he went to say goodbye to Kayla after he left my room, but there is no way they could’ve talked for too long if he made it home that quickly.

I distracted myself on tiktok for a little while, just wanting to let my brain calm down and wake up slowly. I started thinking it was about time for a coffee to fully get the day moving, when I got a text message. This one was from Kayla.

Kayla: tsk tsk Maddy. I knew you didn’t have self-control, but this is even faster than I thought you would mess up. Come over, we need to talk.

Fuck me. He obviously told her, which was expected. I’m already feeling anxious about what my new punishment is going to be. I got up, thought about changing out of my comfy pajamas (a baggy shirt and some shorts today), but decided it wasn’t worth it. Who knows what’s going to happen. I’ll probably be **** to strip before too long anyway, so what’s the point? Damn, even just thinking that made my pussy wet.

I made my way to Kayla’s room. Before opening the door, I took a few breaths to calm myself. It seemed my pussy was excited, in spite of everything else. It’s like this game had taken complete hold on me, but I guess I’m not really complaining. But maybe I’ll need a break next week or something, because this was shaping up to be a whirlwind of a weekend already, and it’s only Saturday morning. I lightly knocked and she called me inside. I reached for her doorknob, and opened it. Kayla was laying facedown on her bed with her legs spread, completely showing off her naked sex as if she was waiting for me (obviously she was).

“Ah, there you are, my little queanie. See, since I think ‘Quean’ sounds like it has more power in the relationship than ‘Cake’, I added the ‘y’ sound to make it more appropriate. You know, kinda like Maddy sounds more submissive than Maddison. Anyway, how’s my little queanie doing this morning?”

She had a smile from ear to ear while she described her new nickname for me.

“I’m ok. Slept well. I guess.”

“Awe, well, Chris and I didn’t talk much before he left, we were both just exhausted after everything last night. But I wanted to follow up with you this morning to see how the night was for you. So, anything you want to tell me?”

What?! They hadn’t talked? Was this a trick? Was she testing me somehow? So, what, if I lie is she going to give me a worse punishment? That’s not what this is, right? Ugh, damnit. The truth is the only way to ensure this doesn’t get worse for me.

“Uh, well…”

“And Maddy, I want to know everything that happened after Chris went to your room. No, you don’t need to give me every detail, just the big events.”

Kayla still had a big smile on her face while she stared at me, like she was cementing her position over me. Fuck, here we go I guess.

“Ok. Uh, Christopher came back, and I told him everything that happened while he was gone. Then he started telling me everything that happened on your date. He showed me a picture of you, and then we had sex.”

“You had sex?!?!?!”

“Y…yeah?”

“He still got hard?”

“Yeah…?”

“And he came?!”

“Yes.”

“Damnit! I sucked him off and fucked him until he absolutely covered me and he still got it up enough to fuck you too? Damn! 3 times in one night? That’s impressive! I’ll just have to work harder if I really want to drain his cock dry before sending him back to you.”

Oh shit, my pussy spasmed when she said that last part. Why was the thought of Kayla and Christopher having sex so much that he couldn’t get hard for me so sexy?! Ugh, she’s going to do it sometime, now I’m sure of it.

“Ooo, I saw that, Maddy. I saw your reaction and I feel like I could hear that thought bubble. You want me to do it! You want me to fuck Chris so much he won’t be able to have sex with you! Oh, this is going to be fun! Tell me that’s what you want me to do.”

Fuck. Me. I didn’t say anything. I just stared at the ground, hoping we would move past it and she wouldn’t **** me to admit just how low I’d sunk into this role.

“Maddy, say it. Or else I won’t fuck him anymore. And we both know how much you want me to keep fucking your boyfriend, well, my boyfriend. The thought of me sitting on his dick whenever I want just does it for you, doesn’t it? Now, tell me you want me to drain his cock completely before sending him back to you.”

I don’t know why I wanted it, but I definitely liked the idea. After the first word, the rest of the words tumbled out of my mouth at lightning speed.

“Please…have sex with Christopher so much that he can’t get hard enough to have sex with me.”

“There we go. Well, if you insist, then I guess I’ll have to at least try.” There was that devilish smile again.

“Anything else? Otherwise you’re free to go while I get ready.”

“Get ready for what?”

“Oh, nobody told you the plan for today yet? Haha that’s fun! I don’t want to spoil the surprise then, but we already made a plan for today. I’m sure one of the other girls will tell you more about it. Ok, I need to get up and shower, need to look good for my boyfriend later. Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?”

Was she really going to make me say it? Ugh, fuck me, I need to just get it over with. The suspense is the hard part right now.

“Uh, yes. I’m sure Christopher already told you about me being on his phone, and I just want to know what my punishment is this time.”

“Awe, I knew you were going to ask that. You’re a true little cuckquean, eager to be punished by her cake, eager to have her boyfriend pulled even further away. Well, I’ve already got your punishment in place. You’ll just have to wait and see what it is. Don’t worry, I know you’re going to love it!”

Oh shit, she was going to make me wait even longer to find out?! Ugh, I’m going to go so far down that rabbit hole trying to figure out what it is.

“Can you…can you please just tell me?”

“Oh no no no. I like dangling it in front of you. I think it’s more fun. You’re going to picture all sorts of scenarios in that pretty little head of yours, and then you’ll really realize just how much you enjoy being a little cuck for your boyfriend and me. Now get out of here, I need to get ready and you’re delaying me.”

I didn’t press any further, knowing her assumption was 100% accurate. I was going to spiral in these thoughts, I was sure of it. After closing the door, almost as if that’s exactly what it was waiting for, my phone buzzed again. I pulled it out of my pocket (I love pajamas with pockets, why don’t they all have pockets?!) and saw I had a new text message. I quickly read it and sighed. Great, here we go again…