Understanding Cheryl

So you would do anything? You would be his slave, subservient to his wishes and desires, no matter how much you loathed his orders?

-Yes.-

Even if you told you to screw other men?

-Yes.-

You would be his whore, to sell out to whomever he wished?

-Yes.-

How could you do that? Isn’t that degrading and disgusting?

-It is, but it would be worth it. No matter who would touch me, to me it would always be Gerald.-

What if it was a woman?

-I, I don’t know. I’ve never been close to a woman before.-

What about Kat? Aren’t you two close? You’re always doing things together.

-We’re close but not that close. We have talked to each other about our bodies, how they’ve changed and how to care for them. We’ve showered together in the communal showers at school and seen ourselves naked, but we’ve never… experimented.-

What if Gerald told you to? Suppose he told you to kneel down and lick at a pussy?

-I, if he told me to? I, I don’t know. Maybe… I… I…-

Well?

-I would. It would please Gerald and that would please me. You never know, I might like it as well.-

Hmm, Gerald thought to himself. He’d never seen such dedication in his life or even someone so submissive. He could use her as a personal fucktoy and sell her out as he wished, but was that fair to Cheryl? For that matter, was it even fair for any woman he encountered?

“Cheryl, what are you doing?” Katrina said in shock, snapping Gerald from his reverie. The two of them looked at Gerald’s sister.

“You, you showed him yours,” Cheryl said. “S, so why couldn’t I show him mine?”

Amazing, Gerald thought. She believes that my commands were her own thoughts.

Katrina gasped at her best friend. Cheryl had never been so forward before. Neither of them had. Dammit, Katrina thought, if she can be that way, so can I. She grasped the hem of her pink tank top and shucked it off, revealing her pert, braless tits to her friend and brother.

“There, best that, Cheryl,” Katrina smirked, dropping her top on the white carpet.

Cheryl gulped. Her best friend was flaunting herself in front of her brother, the man Cheryl wanted. She wants him, she thought angrily. But he’s mine!

Cheryl shrugged her blouse off her shoulder and let it fall down to the floor. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Cheryl slipped the straps off her tanned shoulders and dropped the undergarment at her feet. Gritting her teeth in determination, she reached back again and undid the button of her plaid skirt, casting it off to puddle at her feet.

The young blonde stood there, staring at her best friend haughtily, her hands on her hips, her yellow thong bright against her skin.

Uh-oh, Gerald thought. Should I interfere or watch what happens? How far will this go?