A new day and a new girl

I woke up completely relaxed and on cloud nine. I felt the bed beside me and noticed it empty, but I didn’t fear it was all a dream anymore. I opened my heavy eyes to see Aly’s shoes set up neatly beside the door, just as she’d left them. The girls had left their smell all over my room too, there was no confusion this time.

It took all of my remaining strength to **** myself to not just fall back asleep again. Bi really did a number on us yesterday, me and Aly were cumming and screaming through the night, I have no idea when it stopped, I must have collapsed in ecstasy, or maybe exhaustion. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m not even sure if Bi ever came last night, she was such an expert partner, for both of us, and moved at such a fast pace that I never even got the opportunity to return the favor. She felt so dominant and yet loved to just give, that was one hell of a combination.

I groaned and **** my still mostly sleeping body out of bed and reluctantly began my early morning routine. If I didn’t, I might have just gone back to sleep. I checked my phone and holy shit, it was almost noon! I was lucky today was Sunday, or I would have been screwed both at college and at work.

I made my way to the shower as fast as my sluggish body would allow, so I could spend as much of my day as possible with my lovely ladies. Even though I was excited to have fun with the girls again, I couldn’t help but think about my conversation with the devil yesterday. The whole free will thing and him allegedly choosing people who already secretly wanted to be subservient. The thought I just had about Bi giving a lot of pleasure and not really receiving seemed to point in that direction, but I couldn’t be sure. Was she what people called a “power bottom”?

The fact I was thinking so easily about having sex with them again should have worried me, but that last point, and my curiosity, were getting in the way of my conscience. What if they really desired this from the bottom of their hearts? Was I really using them, or was I giving them what they wanted? Ugh, I bet this kind of confusion was exactly what that devil intended, but if I wanted to be sure I needed to do more testing to know if this supposed trait was really true.

Testing, testing… as I got dressed, another bit of yesterday’s conversation was mulling over in my brain: he’d said I found the customization feature. And that there were more features to be found. I wondered how specific I could go, how many different characteristics for a single girl I could get out of a single use of this wish, and what other things I could find altogether. What about calling someone by the name, could I name a particular person and have them be my “friend”? What about people I already knew? All the girls so far were complete strangers before I “summoned” them, but I didn’t see why they couldn’t have been an acquaintance or something more, it’s not like the contract stopped it.

So I decided: test out the contract by calling someone by name and being incredibly specific. I should be hesitant about this, about putting another woman in servitude, except I couldn’t help being curious and excited about it. This one part of my brain reasoned that I needed to make sure the girls were all fine with being submissive and enjoying it, not just following obligations demanded by the contract. So I needed to compare a behavior I already knew with whatever being under the contract looked like, then I could be positively, absolutely certain it wasn’t secretly changing or corrupting people (other than me, of course). It was decided, I was going to call someone by name and it would be a person I already knew.

When thinking of someone that I knew and wanted to be my servant, a name immediately jumped out to me: Cassandra Jones. I don’t know if the devil somehow pushed this idea onto me, or if it was just my existing attraction to her, but it felt almost obvious.

She was this cute redhead who was the literal definition of a “girl next door”. With adorable freckles across her face, cheerful smile, expressive green eyes, beautiful smooth skin, as well as big and soft breasts she loved to hug or prop up whenever she felt particularly excited. Or happy. Or angry. Or pretty much any emotion really, it was a treat for the eyes. She has also been living in the neighboring house for about a year now.

I actually first met her a few years ago, when we became fast friends in our very first class of “Introduction to Psychology” in college. We bonded incredibly fast over some nerdy stuff and pretty much stayed together most of the time until the pandemic hit. We spent a lot of time apart, only talking through text, so you can imagine my surprise when I randomly saw her one day unloading a moving truck right next to my house. We were both very happy to be able to spend more time with each other, especially now that our class schedules didn’t align as much anymore.

And now we were going to spend a lot more time together. I was actually getting nervous about using the contract on such a close friend, but that same voice in the back of my head told me she was the best bet to check for behavior changes, since I knew her so well. Heck, being a psychologist herself, she could help me with any test I could want to do on her or the other girls as well, all I had to do was ask.

Hesitant, but having made up my mind on my next target for the contract, I said out loud:

“I want for Cassandra Jones to be my friend.” Then, accounting for the fact the contract may not actually recognise people by name, I added, “I want to have a friend that I’ve had a crush on, who’s studied with me for years in a lot of the same classes, has great grades, and is currently my neighbor.” There, no way the contract could possibly mistake her for someone else right now.

Satisfied with my next little test, I finished getting dressed and made my way downstairs.

The first thing that struck me was the smell, even before I’d gotten to the kitchen I could already feel the essence of a cheese omelet and some spices filling the air. As I entered the kitchen, same as yesterday, I was met with a hot girl and a hot meal.

Bi wasn’t wearing her uniform from yesterday, she was wearing some very tight jean shorts that not only exposed her magnificent legs in all their glory, but also made damn sure to accentuate her shapely ass. She was also wearing a band T-shirt that was clearly one or two sizes too small for her, constricting her chest into bountiful cleavage, as well as showing plenty of her toned midriff.

“Good morning, owner! Or should I say good afternoon?” she joked, with a cheerful smirk on her face. “Your mom did say you could be a late sleeper on your off days.”

“Good morning to you too, my favorite cop in the world.” I answered, looking her up and down, and enjoying what I was seeing, very, very much.

“Is that your idea of flirting? You’re gonna have to up your game by a lot if you wanna say you have any game at all.” she playfully responded, then winked at me. Game recognize game, Bi.

“So, you made some breakfast food even then?” I said, sitting on the table and taking a bite out of the omelet. It was heavenly.

“Your mother mentioned you liked breakfast food, so I figured you’d like some when you woke up, regardless of the time. So I made you the best one I could. Only the best for my owner, of course.”

“This is so fucking good, Bi.” I said with a mouthful.

The delicious food had distracted me from the beauty that was standing right in front of me, but she wasn’t gonna let this slide any longer. Bi pulled up the chair beside me, plopped down on it, leaned her arm against it in a way that pushed herself forward and accentuated her cleavage. She then made a show of slowly and sensually crossing her legs over, making damn well sure I saw every single inch of her skin she wanted me to see.

“You better eat that before it gets cold.” I realized I had stopped chewing, being too busy staring at the arousing show in front of me. “Owner.”

*Gulp*

She winked and bit her lip.

“S-So, where’s Aly?!” I asked, voice going maybe a bit higher than expected. Or maybe it didn’t, I won’t comment on that!

“I was training some moves with her earlier today, but she got tired after a while and went to take a shower at your mother’s bathroom again and rest on her bed, since you were still sleeping at the time.”

“Some movies, hum? I wonder what the three of us could have done with those moves if I had been awake…” I husked mischievously, still appreciating all the curves she had deigned to show me.

Bi cocked her head to the side, as if not knowing what I was talking about. As soon as she saw where my eyes went, however, she turned up a mischievous smile herself and started playing with the edge of the shirt, threatening to show me even more of her hidden flesh.

And that was the moment the doorbell rang.

“She must be back!” Bi quickly moved up to go answer the door.

“Wha… huh—what?” I managed to blurt out. “Isn’t Aly upstairs?”

“No owner, your other friend.”

That’s right! I had completely forgotten about the test I had conducted earlier today. So it had worked, I was just about to meet Cassandra, my crush turned object to be owned, on the other side of that door.

“Alex! Oh my god, it has been so long!” The new girl ran in for a hug.

Indeed, it had been too long since we last met. So long in fact, that I didn’t recognise her at all at first. She had cut her long hair and let the dye fade, it had gone from a long blond mane to a short black bob. Her pale skin remained clear as ever, but her breasts had certainly developed way more since we saw each other years ago, they were a lot bigger now, comparable to Bi’s even on the new girl’s smaller frame. Her smooth flesh pressed against me, covered by the thin fabric of another band T-shirt. It took me a while to process who I was seeing, that is until she looked up to me and gave me a bright smile with a smart look in her eyes, eyes that were framed by a very distinctive pair of thick black rimmed glasses that I would have recognised anywhere.

“Wait, Barbara?!”

“Yes, it’s me! I can’t believe it took me forever to finally find my Certificate of Ownership and bring it to you. But I did it this morning, and now I am here, ready to serve my owner!”

Ok, hang on, this was going way too fast. Not only had my test gone wrong somehow, but I was seeing my childhood friend dressed completely differently in front of me, and I was filled with regular ass questions about what had happened to her since school. Not to mention Certificate related questions, such as why she even had one!

“Wait, you have a Certificate? How did that happen?” I tried to not let any of my overwhelmed state leak onto my tone, but I wasn’t sure I was doing a particularly good job.

“Oh, I’ve had it for a while, but you know how my room can get.” Indeed, at any given time her bedroom looked like a tornado had just combed through it. “I had kinda given up on looking for it, but I somehow found it this morning, then I ran straight here as soon as I did.” As she answered me, Barbara set down a small bag she had been carrying that I hadn’t noticed until now and then gestured for Bi to take it. “Here, the clothes that I promised for her, too.”

“Thanks,” the blonde answered, “I’ll go give her these . Also give you two some time to catch up.” She climbed upstairs with a smirk, to give the clothes to someone, presumably Aly.

As Barbara nodded to Bi, she let go of the hug, holding on to just the tips of my fingers, and brought me to the couch, where we sat to catch up. Like old friends might. But that wasn’t the only bond we shared anymore.

“Oh, and it’s Barbie now. A new nickname I got a little while back.”

“Ok…” noted, but I had more pressing questions than the origins of your new nickname right now, “though none of what you said so far explains why you had a Certificate of Ownership in the first place, Barbie… hum, feels weird to say. To call you like that, weird feel in the mouth.”

“You’re being dramatic, just try it a couple of times, you’ll get used to it soon, I’m sure of it.” she said, reassuringly, but with a roll of the eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll give it a try.”

“Hang on a second.” She moved her hands towards the bottom of her shirt, ready to pull it off. “I just remembered the girls said you liked some titties in your day, so…”

“Wait, wai–”

Before I could even move my hands to stop her, the shirt was already out. Maybe I wasn’t as fast as her, maybe my subconscious desires influenced me harder than my better judgment (I should add this to the growing list of questions I have been asking this weekend). Regardless of that (and of the fact I also didn’t manage to cover my eyes in time), she wasn’t naked underneath, she was wearing a skimpy black bikini top, but a bikini top nonetheless.

“–ait. Wait, you’re wearing a bikini?” That’s what my mind had decided to focus on for some reason.

“Yeah, even though I could understand the girls’ willingness to comply with some of your urges,”

“Hey!”

“You know it’s true.” she answered lightning fast. “And even if I thought I could do it, I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship (as estranged as it might be at the moment) with something so intimate as you seeing me naked right away, so I ran home real quick and changed.”

Now I was pretty sure my brain had focused on an actually important detail this time.

“Ran home? Are you saying you live nearby?”

“Yeah, down the street actually, we moved just a couple months ago. I had no idea we ended up as neighbors!” As she gesticulated her answer, I couldn’t help but notice the bouncing of her breasts emphasized the energy of her movement. But I hopefully didn’t let it show. “Not until this morning when I found the Certificate and had to look you up, at least.”

“So… you’re saying that we’re neighbors.” I was trying to concentrate, it was hard with a marvelous view like the one I had in front of me. But I didn’t want to lose this train of thought.

“Yes, that’s literally what I said two seconds ago!” She rushed over and playfully slapped me in the head. It was a tad harder to focus now, with her leaning forward like that, her breasts were at full display. Should I even be turned on by this? She was my childhood friend, after all. But she was hot now.

Gah! That’s not the important point right now! She was my neighbor even if I hadn't known it, obviously we had studied together for years, and I remember having a crush on her back in high school, not to mention I clearly felt something for her now. There was only one point left on the table. Only one thing I had asked of the contract that I wasn’t sure of yet.

“Geez Alex, those girls sure were on to something. Does your brain just melt when there’s titties in the vicinity?” She moved closer once again and mimed knocking on my head like it was a door. “Knock knock, someone home?”

“Hey, hey, I’m trying to think here.” I playfully shoved away her energetic response.

“What, with that soft mushy horny brain of yours? Hardly. …or rather,” she slowly looked down, intrigued “did the hardness move to someplace else?”

She quickly knelt down on the floor beside me and poked an erection I didn’t even notice I had. I bit my lip, afraid any snarky comments I might make would just come out as moans instead. But there was something I needed to say.

“Hang on, there’s an important question I gotta ask you.”

“Shoot.” she answered, but she was currently focused on my boner. She began to wrap her fingers around it over my pants.

“H-How are you doing in college? Are your grades still good?”

“Well, about that…” she looked at the ground, bashfully.

“You know it’s normal that your grades sometimes fall when you enter college, compared to high school.”

“Well…” her voice got high-pitched now.

“Wait. Barbie, don’t tell me you didn’t—!!” She jerked on my erection very fast and hard.

“Let me finish!” She looked up now, staring at me with fire in her eyes. She’s not looking that submissive now, mister devil. “Ok, yeah, I didn’t get into college.” That defiance only lasted so long.

“Barbie! Wha–” She jerked me off again before I could even let out a single sentence. And now I was afraid I’d let out a moan any second.

“Let. Me. Finish!” She exclaimed. I could only nod. “Ok, so, after you graduated and left high school, I was all alone, no friends left. So I did the next best thing for a lonely nerd to do: I threw myself at parties and partied ‘till sunrise every weekend.”

“Wait… what?” The surprise in my voice caught her so off guard, she forgot to jerk me off to interrupt me. “How does one thing lead into the other? A nerd turning into a party girl? I mean, I’m not saying you can’t, but…”

“Well, I wanted to meet new people and make as many friends as possible, so I thought to myself: ‘where does the biggest number of young people gather all at once?’” She realized her previous ‘mistake’ of not jerking me off and escalated her game. She was slowly removing my pants and gently fishing out my dick, all the while threatening me with her eyes to make a move. I was too engrossed by her story to try. “The answer I got was: parties! So I studied to my bones every week and, to relax and help me make some friends, every weekend I’d go out and party hard. I studied hard and partied hard! How does that saying go again?”

She raised her brows expectantly, so I assumed she’d let me answer. With my dick out in her hand too, I guess.

“Work hard to party harder?”

“Exactly!” She scooted over even closer to me as she cheered for getting it right.

“And did it work? Did you make new friends?” She was getting too close, her breasts were now pressing against my currently very hard dick. “Hang on, what do you think you’re doing down there?”

“Making an impression.” And with that simple sentence, she hefted her marvelous tits up and brought them down at once on each side of my cock. With her bikini still hugging them tightly, they pressed on each side of me pretty snuggly. I couldn’t hold back my moan at the sight, not to mention at the sensation.

“To answer your question… not really.” she said very sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She also used her hands to move her breasts up and down to tittyfuck me. It was heavenly. “I mean, I guess it helped in the short term. It helped me relax, dance the pain away and all that. But I guess those friendships didn’t stick, you know? We just saw each other on the weekends to party and fuck, so it was more of a casual thing.”

“You, ahhhmmm… you fucked?” I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore.

Barbie was still going to punish me for that interruption however. She brought a hand up and brushed my tip very proficiently for a few seconds. Whatever line of questioning I was going to do perished into moans during those bliss filled moments.

“Oh yeah, big time.” she answered nonchalantly, like she wasn’t just titty fucking a guy to keep him from interrupting her. “Some of them were friends with benefits, but I’m sure you already know how stress relieving fucking can be, huh? You hog.” she chuckled with a devilish smirk, still holding her defiant gaze, still challenging me to try and interrupt her. “At first I was there to just have fun and make friends, but that punk rock crowd is so sex positive, ya know? One thing led to another and I was fucking men, women, anyone who was nice enough to hold a nice conversation and not objectify me for five seconds. You’d be surprised at how many people fail that.”

“S-Sure you won’t be, uhmm, objectified now, right? My new p-plaything!” I could barely hold that sentence together with how overwhelmed I was with sensations, but I did defy her challenge. It may have been a mistake.

She dropped her hand from the tip and moved it to massage my balls. Her lips came down to pick up where it left off and lick and suck all the precum I was leaking. Her other hand continued to move her tits up and down, up and down. After even more seconds of me knowing nothing but bliss, she continued.

“As I was saying before I got rudely interrupted, it worked in the short term. I got more confident, more experienced on sex, and found a new side to myself I had never seen before.” After every sentence, she would come down to lick some precum off my tip and her bouncing tits. It was getting increasingly hard to pay attention to her talk, but I had to. “It was even during that time that I got the Certificate of Ownership! It was a dare at one of those parties and I decided to put your name on it. We were such close friends way back when, and I wondered if it could somehow lead to us meeting again.”

She had a pensive expression on her face, but that didn’t assuage her licking at all. “Except the day it arrived I was very busy for some reason. I swear I put it down on my desk, really, but by the time I was actually looking for it, I couldn’t find it anymore. Until today, that is.” She gave me another long lick and it made me go cross-eye for a second. Her expression then changed again, this time to something more akin to regretful. “In the long term though, the whole process didn’t really work out. My grades dropped bit by bit and my sleep schedule wasn’t as on point as I wanted it to be, let’s say that. Maybe I wasn’t as smart as I thought.” she finished with a bitter laugh.

I wouldn’t dare interrupt after what she had been doing to me. After a couple silent moments, she finally finished.

“So, anyway, long story short, I barely managed high enough grades to finish high school, and didn’t get into any college. That was last year.”

After Barbie was finished, she didn’t really stop any of her wonderful ministrations, but she looked up at me expecting a response.

“So… y-you’re not getting any high grades now?” I half whimpered, half moaned. I could barely talk anymore, but I had to know, to know if she fitted on absolutely every criteria I had given the contract earlier that day.

The question was so out of left field that Barbie just stopped moving completely. The only thing moving my dick between her tits were my own hips, that had begun thrusting on their own at some point and would not stop their movement for anything in the world right now.

“Actually… it’s kinda funny that you ask. I enrolled on some courses to help me get a better chance at getting into college this time, and I’m actually crushing it over there. It’s amazing what a month or two of regulating your sleep schedule can do for you.”

I moaned hard. I had my answer already: Barbie somehow fitted perfectly on my wish for a friend earlier, she was somehow chosen over Cassandra. With my need to know sated, I was overcome by the animalistic need that had been brewing ever since she’d hugged me in the entrance. I grabbed her tits with one hand and her hair with the other and proceeded to continue the tittyfuck myself while forcing her to suck me off.

With her story finally over, Barbie had no problem giving her all this time. She energetically got into it, massaging my balls with one hand, holding up her tits together with another, and pleasuring my tip with her mouth. She made noises that were even more lewd than mine, and those helped me out a lot. With her humming on my dick, her proficient hands at work and her luscious tits wrapped all around me, there was no way I couldn’t come in seconds.

My cum spluttered out into her mouth at first, but it soon spilled out as the motion of my hips and her tits didn’t keep my dick still. Soon her tits and her face were all covered in my spunk as she sat there, her glasses so completely engulfed in cum she could barely see anything past it. Barbie slowly removed them, looked up at me, gently licking her lips, and gave me a smug smile, visibly proud for being able to make me complete putty in her hands. I just sat on the couch, sexually drained, looking down on her with a dumb smile on my face.