The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kristen was in New England with Camille, helping Camille get settled in Providence. Most of Camille’s college expenses were paid by scholarships, and Kristen and Will helped her out as well. Will’s apartment was about an hour or so away and he made an offer to Camille that she could use his place to crash on long weekends if she just wanted to get away from school, or even if she just wanted to spend some quality time with Will.

I found myself missing Kristen for the two weeks she was gone. I turned down her invitation, since I was curious if Kristen would engage in a threesome with Will and Camille if I wasn’t around. According to Kristen, they hadn’t when I was there, and I wondered if I was sort of an anti-catalyst for that. If something happened, I knew that Kristen would tell me.

Even with Kristen gone, Lynette still was living at the apartment. Since I had never been happy with the whole “slave” thing, I didn’t give her any orders at all. Instead, I simply asked if she would like to hug and snuggle at night, which we both seemed to enjoy. I found that I hated sleeping alone, and having her warm body available—even without engaging in sex—was very therapeutic.

June was also spending more time with me as she sensed my melancholia. It wasn’t easy for her, since she was also spending time with Merry, getting her interested in being a cheerleader and helping her work out. While Kristen was gone, I asked both June and Lynette to wear clothes at the apartment, especially with Merry coming over so often. The two girls obliged me.

June found a practical solution to helping Merry: she invited Merry to spend nights together in the guest bedroom in the apartment. At first, my step-father wasn’t entirely happy with the situation, but my mother pointed out that June was spending a lot of quality time with Merry, trying to get her focused on something. He reluctantly agreed to allow Merry to sleep over.

Merry noticed Lynette sleeping with me most of the time. I didn’t comment on it, but June explained to Merry that Lynette was Kristen’s friend, and that we both missed Kristen, and spending time together was our way of remembering Kristen.

I took the three girls to Vaughn’s one night, using some of the house money as well as some money I received when I arranged a barter of a second electronic keyboard that Kristen picked up at the flea market for a multi-track TEAC open reel recorder and some extra cash.

For the first time ever in my memory, Merry refused the Belly Buster dessert at Vaughn’s. When I asked why, she said, “Cheerleaders don’t eat that shit.”

When Merry said that, Lynette nearly choked on her iced tea.

When Lynette learned of June’s attempt to help make Merry a cheerleader, Lynette got full on board as well. Merry would grow to hate Lynette, since Lynette wasn’t acting as a big sister as June was, but as a hard driving coach instead.

“Let Jim sleep with that bitch!” I overheard Merry say one night when I was going off to the master bedroom to sleep with Lynette.

A few days before Kristen was due back, Lynette and I were playing pool. We were about evenly matched, and we played a number of games.

I heard the sound of running water, but ignored it for a bit. When I heard squeals of laughter, however, both Lynette and I went next door to investigate what was going on. We found June and Merry, naked in the communal shower, the two girls soaping and splashing at each other.

When Merry noticed that I was there, she tried to cover herself as much as possible. Lynette read the situation, and quickly pulled me out of the room.

Back in the pool room, I was furious. “How could June do that to me?”

“Do what?” Lynette asked me, confused.

“Take advantage of Merry like that!”

“Take advantage? They were taking a shower!” Lynette said.

“You know what goes on in those showers, Lynette!”

“They are just two friends, a little sister and a big sister, having fun.”

“Sisters don’t do that!”

“How the fuck would you know? I have an older sister, and we DID do things like that, Jim. We grow up hating each other, and then, all of a sudden, we’re best friends.”

“June was taking advantage of Merry!” I repeated.

Lynette shook her head. “You’re the last person I would have figured for a prude, Jim.”

Lynette left the game room, her disgust at me hanging heavy in the air.

Was I a prude?

I was laying on my bed in my bedroom. I refused dinner; I wasn’t hungry. I was stewing about June and then how Lynette turned a blind eye to everything.

There was a knock on by bedroom door.

“Who is it?”

“June.”

“Go away.”

There was another knock.

“Go away.”

June opened the door. “Jim, you know that I love you very much. I’m willing to do anything for you.”

“Yeah? So what?” I said sullenly, still pissed as hell.

June sighed. “I’m giving you my notice. This is the last time you’re going to see me here. You don’t trust me, and you don’t seem to want me to be with your sister. This won’t be easy for me, but I’m leaving, effective now.”

“Huh?”

“I’m leaving. You asked me to do something, I did it, and you now hate me for it. I didn’t sign up for that.”

Wait a minute! I was pissed at June. Why was she pissed at me?

“Don’t go turning this around, June...”

“You turned it around, Jim.”

“No, I didn’t...”

June didn’t want to argue. She just turned and left, closing the door behind her.

How the fuck did I just lose June?

Before I could even fathom what just happened, there was another knock.

“June?”

“It’s Merry,” Merry said, opening the door. “June’s going to take me home.”

“Wait!” I said, but Merry didn’t wait. She left and the door closed again.

Lynette was next. “I’m leaving, too, Jim,” she said. “Kris should be back tomorrow. Have her call me.”

“Lynette! Please bring everybody back here!”

“They are leaving, Jim!”

“Get them, please! I don’t want this!”

Lynette looked at me for a moment and then left. I didn’t know if she was going to get June and Merry back, or if she was going to just leave.

About five minutes later, June came back into the room alone. “What do you want?”

“Can you explain to me what was happening in the shower?”

June stared at me for a few moments. “We just did a long workout outside, doing the moves that Lynette recommended. Merry and I wanted a shower, but I figured that using the upstairs one together would be too close. Merry never saw the downstairs one, so I showed it to her. She ran over and turned off my hot water, and I did the same to her. She was throwing a face cloth at me and you came into the shower, all hot and bothered.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded.

“Why didn’t you ask either of us?” June countered.

“June, Merry is very special to me. I don’t want anybody hurting her. I thought you might be taking...”

“Taking advantage of Merry?” June said. “That’s why I can’t live with you any more. You really think that I’d do that to that wonderful girl? I know how you feel, and we have a rule, don’t we? If somebody wants to do something with somebody else, and there are partners involved, then the partners have to approve. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah...”

“Do you think I’d violate that rule? Have I ever done so?”

“Oh, I’m such a fucking idiot! Lynette tried to tell me that I was going off the deep end, and I wouldn’t hear it. What’s happening to me?”

June no longer looked confrontational. Instead, she looked maternal. “You really miss her, don’t you?”

I got out of bed, and hugged June. I don’t know how long I cried on her shoulder.

I said, “I’m sorry” to June, Lynette, and Merry, in that order.

Merry was the most confused of all. Her hair was still wet from her interrupted shower.

“Merry, can I make it up to you?” I asked.

“You missed Kristen, so you got mad at June?” Merry said, confused, without answering my question.

“Love makes you do stupid things,” I admitted.

“Make it up, how?” Merry asked.

Conversations with Merry were seldom linear.

“Do you want to finish that shower?” I asked her.

“Downstairs?” Merry could get linear when she was interested in the answer.

“Downstairs.”

“That’s cool. It’s like in school!”

“Do you want to finish it?”

“With June?”

“With June.”

“All right.”

I watched June and Merry head out of the apartment with fresh towels. Kristen had a nearly complete set of shower supplies down there, with a closet that had refills and replacements as necessary.

“Want to join them?” I asked Lynette.

“Not a good idea,” Lynette said.

“Huh?”

“You made Merry afraid of you today. You’ll need to wait. Trust me, Jim.”

I nodded. “I’m such an asshole.”

“It makes you more human.”

“I don’t want to be a human asshole. I want to be a regular guy.”

“You have Kristen. You’ll never be a regular guy. Even if you couldn’t play a note.”

“Thanks, Lynette.”

“Tomorrow, I’m Pussy Slave.”

“Not if Merry is still here.”

“Yes, Jim, but it’s Kristen’s decision.”

I ignored Lynette’s implication. “Do you think that I’d scare Merry?”

“Kristen usually seems to have a sense of what needs to be done at the right time. Camille is smart and is also like that, most of the time. Your friend Patty seems to have a perfect record. I know how lucky you are, Jim.”

“Lucky Asshole?”

“Those three people are your anchors. None of them are leaving you. Camille is going to New England, but she’ll be with Kristen’s brother. Patty is working at the pizza joint. Without those friends of yours, you are starting to fly off in all directions.”

“That’s poetic,” I said dejectedly.

“I wanted to be a teacher or a dancer. Kristen has me going to school and majoring in business. What do I know about business?”

Lynette changed the subject, I noticed. I think it was a good idea.

“I think Kristen has plans for you,” I said.

“She has plans for you, too.”

“Oh?” I laughed. This wasn’t news to me.

“You are going to live your dream. You will be bigger than the Beatles, and Kristen is going to be there, saying, I was a part of this.”

“Success in music isn’t a certainty.”

“You don’t know Kristen very well. You thought you were trying to manipulate her a couple of months ago, but she’s manipulating you to get her to be a part of your success. You are thoroughly in her clutches and she won’t let go. I tell you this because I love her as much as you do.”

“I know how much you love her,” I said, softly.

“The cheerleaders never had as good a friend as you,” Lynette said.

“How does that follow, Lynette? Everybody loves the cheerleaders.”

“Camille told me what you did with that nerd. You pointed out Sherry to Camille. You’re the only heterosexual male that attended the lesser initiation that didn’t try anything with the cheerleader he was sponsoring.”

“Sherry was just a friend.”

“We intentionally put her in a vulnerable situation with you, and you fucked up her initiation! You were supposed to take advantage of her, but instead, acted like the perfect gentleman. Camille was so nauseatingly smug about it that I would have liked to kill her. If Camille didn’t vouch that you were heterosexual, there would have been gossip.”

I laughed. “Sherry wouldn’t have appreciated me taking advantage of her.”

There was no humor in Lynette’s eyes. “Sherry would have taken it in all three holes from you, and paused for pictures at every point.”

I shook my head. “Some people have a weird sense of priorities.”

“You are the most wonderful man I’ve met, and yet you have an inferiority complex.”

“Who are you in love with, Lynette? Kristen or me?”

“Both of you.”

“You were willing to leave me before.”

“You’re not perfect, Jim. You’re the best guy I’ve met, though.”

I sighed. It was difficult to think when your heart was tugging you in every direction at once.

I didn’t meet Kristen at O’Hare.

It wasn’t my fault. I woke up in time. June was in my bed with me. She felt me stir, and whispered, “You awake?”

“Yeah,” I said, not realizing the mistake I just made.

“Great!” June said, happily. Her head descended on my prick, sending me into exquisite torture.

“So, this is what it’s like to die,” I said, half to myself.

“Your Goddess is arriving in a couple of hours,” June said. “I have my orders. Cunt Whore is supposed to keep you here until she arrives. I will do whatever I have to do to keep you in this bed.”

“You’re not Cunt Whore anymore. You don’t need to...”

“Cunt Whore has to,” June said, seriously. “Let Kristen make her own entrance. You can tell her about your decision later, but since she doesn’t know the new rules, I’m reverting to the old ones.”

June went down on me, and did her damnedest to make sure that I’d not be able to come again for a while.

After she was done, I looked at her laying next to me. I said, “How do you do it?”

June and I laughed for about ten minutes straight at that.

I was teaching Merry the little I knew about pool.

I decided to show Merry the quadruple bank shot Camille used against Kristen months ago. I practiced that particular shot in secret, and I was about eight out of ten with it. Camille advised that trick shots should be nine out of ten, though, but I ignored her advice. I set up the shot and took it. I made it through four banks, but the angle on the last bank wasn’t quite right.

“That’s stupid,” Merry said. “Why didn’t you just shoot straight across?”

“Good question, Shortcake!” I said, cursing myself. I tried to make myself look like a great pool hustler and ended up looking like a really stupid asshole.

“Rack ‘em up, Jim.”

I racked them up, and allowed Merry to break. She wasn’t bad, but she wasn’t a great player. However, whenever I tried to be fancy, like take an unnecessary bank shot, I’d miss. It made the game quite close.

“Eight ball on the opposite side pocket,” I called. I took the shot, and made it.

“Cool!” Merry said. “Can we play for stakes?”

“Like what?” I asked, innocently.

“Article of clothing per game.”

“No strip pool, munchkin!”

“Munchkin?”

“Sorry, Shortcake.”

“Get us straight. Call June Munchkin!”

June? She wasn’t that small. “She’s the same size as you!”

“I heard she could munch, though.”

I started wondering what my own step-sister knew about the women in my life.

How do you explain it when the love of your life walks into your playroom, and sees you naked except for boxers, and your kid sister in her bra and panties?

This was the situation that I was in when Kristen arrived. To my credit, Merry had four solids on the table, whereas I only had the eight ball to worry about.

Merry took her shot, and nothing went in. (We called this the “poke and hope” shot, which is an expression that Camille taught us.)

The position that Merry left me was perfect. It was a straight hit into the side pocket. I knew that side pockets were a bit more difficult than corner shots, but I lined it up and knew that I was perfect.

I lined up the shot, remembering Camille’s instructions on how to exert more control of the cue.

“Fifty bucks says he’s going to miss!” Kristen said.

I glared at my blonde Goddess, and realigned my shot.

“Five thousand says he’s going to make it.”

I didn’t know that Camille came back—I thought that she was going to stay in New England. I looked back and saw her. She just smiled at me.

“Five thousand, one shot,” Kristen agreed.

I refused to acknowledge what the girls were doing around me. I lined up the shot once again, and closed my mind to all distractions. I pulled the cue back and shot...

Plunk! I made it!

“Five thousand, Goddess!” Camille laughed.

“You’ve got it, Cammy,” Kristen said.

“What do you say now?” Camille prodded.

Kristen looked at me and said, “I’m sorry, Jim. I won’t bet against you ever again.”

“Maybe you just shouldn’t bet against Cammy, Kris!”

Kristen looked at me, then at Camille, and then at me. “I think you have found the winning strategy!”

Merry started reaching behind her back in a motion that I recognized that a girl does when removing her bra. It took me a few minutes to explain to Merry that I really didn’t want her to lose any more of her clothes.

Apparently, after lunch was the “How Big An Asshole Was Jim These Past Two Weeks” competition. All the girls spent a lot of time relishing my clay feet and my lack of trust.

If I wanted to feel the way I was feeling, I could just have Archy come over and call me a serial rapist again.

Patty noticed how I was feeling first. “Girls, Jim doesn’t need all this shit on him.”

Unfortunately, the girls ignored Patty.

When June started going on about the shower episode with Merry, I had my fill.

“FUCK YOU ALL!” I shouted. “I made a fucking mistake. I apologized, and I have to relive this shit?”

I left the room, and walked out into the parking lot. I walked home. I saw cars coming along the road where I was walking. In every case, I found that I could duck onto the side of the road in case it was one of the girls.

Merry was home when I got there. I glared at her, daring her to say anything. I think it worked, as she didn’t say anything.

For the first time in months, I slept in my bed in my parents’ house and I didn’t want to leave.

It turned out that my ally, other than Patty, was Merry. Both girls seemed to know how I felt, and they both thought that I was wronged.

Merry had a solution for my problem. She kept everybody from me, period.

There were many people at the front door of our house. My mother’s instinct would be to invite them in, but Merry would give her a look as if doing so would be inviting a deadly plague into our house.

Nobody, not even June or Kristen, could get past Merry.

I woke up alone the next morning.

If that statement doesn’t seem important, you should realize that statement hadn’t applied to me since I moved into Kristen’s apartment after her birthday party.

Well, at least, I’m back in my own home, I thought. My parents are good people. They wouldn’t turn on you like those people I thought were my friends.

I saw Merry at the door to my room. “Are you awake?” Merry whispered.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Everybody came over,” Merry said. “I told them to fuck themselves. I just told them what you told them. Mom and Dad didn’t seem to get angry.”

“I love you, Shortcake.”

Merry beamed at me.

“Um, Patty’s downstairs.”

“Oh?” Patty was the one person who wasn’t on my shit list. I could never refuse Patty anything. “Send her in.”

Merry left and a minute or so later, Patty came into my room.

“Patty! Why do they hate me?”

“Jim, you don’t take criticism well.”

“I love criticism,” I said, truthfully. “It shows my weaknesses and I address them in my next project.”

“What if the project is life?” Patty asked.

“Huh?” I asked, not following Patty.

Patty shut the door to my room. “How were you criticized, Jim?”

“I’m a serial rapist. I don’t trust my own friends, I am the worst...”

“Enough,” Patty said. “You’re back to where you were when you got pissed off.”

“No, Patty,” I said, sadly. “We’re back to where I was being attacked.”

“You don’t take personal criticism very well.”

“Kristen was on their side, laughing. I thought she understood me. How could she take their side?”

“I can’t answer that, Jim,” Patty answered. “You’ll have to ask her yourself.”

“I won’t,” I said. “If she doesn’t take my side then she’s against me.”

“That stupid and paranoid, Jim,” Patty said.

“Patty, I trust you of all people. Was leaving the apartment wrong?”

Patty paused, considering her answer. Finally, she said, “I saw you getting angry, and I knew that you were about to blow up. June and Lynette really don’t know this side of you. You are in a difficult position with many people thinking you’re nearly perfect, and you disagree with that. This blow up was destined to happen.”

“That wasn’t an answer to my question,” I pointed out.

“You were probably right to feel the way you did. You were wrong to leave. Jim, nobody knew how you were feeling. You didn’t say anything. You started to withdraw into yourself, and I saw it, but nobody else did. I didn’t want you to blow up like that.”

“I slept alone last night.”

“So did Kristen. Kristen cried herself to sleep.”

I might have thought that everybody was against me except Patty and Merry, but hearing that about Kristen put all that behind me. “She did?”

Patty nodded. “Kris is out in my car. Merry won’t let her in. Your sister protects you like a pit bull, Jim.”

“What should I do, Patty?”

Patty shook her head. “Jim, you are a good person. Trust your instincts.”

“Which means?”

“How are you feeling right now?”

“I think maybe I went too far.”

“I was there at lunch yesterday. Do you want to know why all those things were brought up? People were trying to tell Kristen how great you are. You only heard the bad things, like June explaining how you overreacted to finding her in the shower with Merry. June wasn’t telling that story to highlight your failing. She told it to highlight the ending: you fixed it. Can you understand that?”

“I thought...”

“Every time you do something wrong, it sticks in your mind. You find a solution and make things better, and at that point, the entire episode shouldn’t be a bad memory. You seem to dwell on the first part, though. You constantly dwell on how you nearly destroyed Kristen’s life, but you don’t think much about how both your life and hers have gone for the better since that time.”

There was a knock on my bedroom door. It was Merry.

“Hello, Shortcake!”

“Kristen says she’s sorry.”

“Kristen didn’t do anything wrong,” I said.

“Oh,” Merry said, confused. “Wasn’t she on the shit list?”

I looked up at Patty. “I took it out on Kris, didn’t I?”

Patty nodded.

“Tell Kris I’ll be right down, Shortcake.”

I threw the covers off the bed, not caring that Patty saw my nakedness. I found a clean but old pair of jeans and a faded T-shirt.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth—I didn’t want to make a bad impression on Kristen.

Patty and I went downstairs, and Kristen was in the living room.

“Hi, Kris,” I said.

“I’m sorry, Jim,” Kristen said. “I didn’t mean...”

“Let’s leave it at ‘I’m sorry,’ and I’ll add my own: I’m sorry.”

Kristen and I kissed.

The love of my life looked at what I was wearing. “How old are those jeans?”

“A few years,” I admitted.

Kristen shook her head. “Patty, could you drive us to the mall?”

“Sure.”

“Can I come?” Merry asked.

Kristen and Patty were smiling. I turned to my sister and replied, “Of course, if your dad agrees.”

Merry ran off to find her dad.

Patty suggested, “You two should find some time to be alone. I mean, really alone.”

Kristen nodded. “It’s been two weeks.”

“How is Will?” I asked.

“He’s doing great. He’ll be even better when Camille comes back.”

“I didn’t think she was coming back with you.”

Kristen looked thoughtfully at me and said, “You should talk with her.”

I looked from Kristen to Patty, who nodded.

What was going on with Camille?

The trip to the mall was to get me some “decent outfits.” I endured the three females’ attempt to force some fashion sense into me.

From there, Patty drove us to the apartment. Patty needed to leave for her job at Roman’s and couldn’t stay. She drove Merry home.

Neither June nor Lynette was in the apartment. It seemed empty.

“I slept alone last night,” Kristen said.

“So did I,” I said.

“Let’s not do this again.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon making sweet, passionate love.

Camille showed up at the apartment that evening.

When she arrived, I greeted her. “Hey, Cammy! I didn’t get much chance to say ‘Hi’ yesterday.”

Camille nodded. She was very quiet, which was unusual for her.

“I came back to give you a message,” Camille said.

“Couldn’t Kristen have delivered it?”

Camille didn’t answer me, but kissed me on the lips. It was one of the few times we did anything romantic together without Kristen being with us. Kristen was one floor down, practicing her pool.

After we broke the kiss, Camille said, “I didn’t kiss you good bye, Jim.”

Camille left, leaving me completely floored.

I went downstairs, and saw that Camille’s mother’s car was no longer in the driveway.

I found Kristen in the playroom. “Camille was just here.”

“Did she give you her message?” Kristen asked.

“She kissed me and then left.”

“Will spanked her for forgetting to kiss you good-bye. I told on her.” Kristen wore a grin on her face.

“Where is she?”

“I think she’s on her way to her mother’s house, so her mother can drop her off at the airport.”

“She came back to Illinois just to give me a good-bye kiss?”

“Would you have preferred a good-bye fuck?” Kristen asked. “I’ve heard that Camille can be as addicting as you seem to be.”

“Huh?”

“Camille is in love with you, Jim. She says she’s in love with me, but it’s not the same as when Lynette says it. You don’t think she’s in love with Will, do you?”

“Of course I do!”

“Will is her future, but Will isn’t her love. They will always have lovers, but they will share. That’s their way, and they are perfect for each other that way. We share lovers as well, but I don’t think that will define our relationship as much as it will hers. There are three other women that love you as much as she and I love you.”

I stood there, stunned.

Kristen went on. “Sherry Jordan would love to replace me, you know. She is too nice a person to actually do that. I’ve been talking to Patty and she thinks that if you were to sleep with Sherry, she’d be yours for life. I’m sure not willing to take that chance! In addition, June loves you almost as much as either Sherry or Camille, but you know and she knows that you will not fuck her because you know her future is with Archy.”

“You said there were four—three others, not two.”

“You know the fourth. She’s the one that loved you first. Even before Sherry.”

Was Kristen suggesting the person that I thought she was? “That’s crazy. That’s a silly crush. Merry’s going to have an endless line of boyfriends.”

“And Merry will sleep around, like Lynette and Camille, until she finds somebody that will love her as much as she feels for you.”

“Then I’m going to have to find Merry a boyfriend quickly.”

“Let her choose her own life, Jim. She wants you, but you don’t want her. At least give her the freedom to make her own decisions.”

I shook my head. “I can’t have Merry sleeping around like that.”

Kristen turned and looked me straight in the eye. “Why not?”

“Because... because...” I tried to come up with a good reason.

“Because you love her, too.”

“Not like that!”

Kristen shook her head, but she smiled. “You need to find out how much. I’m not telling you to fuck her. You know, having her make friends with June was a great idea. You should enlist Sherry as well.”

“Sherry might be a good idea,” I said, half to myself. I really wanted Merry to get on the cheerleading squad.

“Stop manipulating her, and let her live her own life. Think about how you were last year when we met.”

“I had a roll of tickets and almost fucked you over royally.”

Kristen laughed. “But you also had fun. Remember Kneely Park? You told me you only needed to use the tickets the first time. The girls chose the repeat performance themselves. I went the second time because Patty told me how funny it all was.”

“Funny, huh?” I asked. I considered what Kristen said and added, “That sounds good. Hey, Merry! Let me have Kristen and June take you to a special place at Kneely Park.”

Kristen was still laughing. “Just let her make her own decisions. She’s not going to rape you, you know. She likes you too much for that. Again, the best thing about all the women that love you is that they love me too, and they don’t compete with me because of that. Camille knows that she could steal you away unintentionally, so she moved to where her future is.”

“Camille? Steal me?” I asked. I was incredulous.

Kristen gave me an odd look, and didn’t reply.

I considered what Kristen just said. I decided to drop the mention of Camille stealing me away. “So, Camille’s future is Will and an endless collection of guys and girls?”

“It’s who Camille is. You could make her a woman devoted to a single man, but that wouldn’t be the Camille you know, would it?”

I shook my head.

“Life is pretty fucked up here in the suburbs, huh?” Kristen joked.

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was on a fucking soap opera. Let’s rename our town “Peyton Place.”

“Lynette called earlier and wants to know if she’s invited over.”

“Invited?” Lynette was, by now, a permanent fixture in our apartment.

“You were pissed at her, before. The fact that you got upset worried her to death. She will only come over if you tell her that you’re no longer angry.”

“Patty helped me understand what I was doing.”

“I know that, but Lynette doesn’t know that. I imagine that June is feeling bad about what she said, too.”

Oh, shit. Luckily there was a wall phone in the playroom. I quickly dialed Lynette’s number, and Lynette answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, Lynette!”

“Jim!” Lynette seemed surprised, but also apprehensive.

“I’m sorry for blowing up at you yesterday.”

Lynette answered, “No, Jim. I’m really sorry. I didn’t think about your feelings. I mean, everybody loves telling Oogie Stories...”

“I know, I know,” I said. “I’m starting to get sick of these Oogie Stories!”

“Oh, no!” Lynette said, thinking that I didn’t understand them. “They’re stories that people tell to see if they can top somebody else’s about the wonderful things you do.”

“It didn’t sound as if you were telling a wonderful story, Lynette.”

“I didn’t get to the end, but the story was about how you thought that somebody might be mistreating your sister. Everybody I told that story to envies your sister.”

I shook my head, but realized that Lynette couldn’t see that. “Please don’t tell Oogie Stories in front of me, Lynette. I think that I have a different reaction to them. I think of them as times that I’m being an asshole.”

Lynette asked. “That’s precious, Jim! Can I tell that one to others? A new Oogie Story!”

I was speechless until Lynette’s laughter told me she was kidding. Well, maybe she wasn’t really kidding, but it broke the tension.

“Am I invited over? My parents hadn’t expected me to be here last night. They sort of want to turn my room over to my sister...”

“Of course, Lynette. Please come over.”

“Thank you, Oogie!”

The phone clicked.

Next, I dialed June’s house. Mrs. Rodgers answered. “Um, Mrs. Rodgers? This is Jim Crittenhouse.”

Mrs. Rodgers said, “Is there a problem, Jim?”

“Um, no,” I said. “I just wanted to speak with June.”

“I thought June was at your apartment.”

Huh? “Um, maybe she’s on her way.”

“She left about a half hour ago.”

This was confusing, but I realized that security no longer announced June and Lynette. As long as either Kristen or I were around, June could come in, and Lynette already moved in with us.

“I’ve been downstairs. I’ll check upstairs. Thanks, Mrs. Rodgers!”

I hung up.

“What’s wrong?” Kristen asked.

“June’s supposed to be here,” I said. “Her mother says she left a half hour ago.”

I left the playroom and looked out onto the driveway. June’s mother’s car was in the driveway.

That’s funny, I thought. Why didn’t June look for us down in the playroom?

I went upstairs into the apartment and saw why June wasn’t downstairs.

June was nude, and she chained herself to the hooks on the floor that I showed her mother. She wore handcuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her ass was up in the air. I could see that her crotch was oozing.

“June! How long have you been here?”

“I can’t tell. Fifteen minutes, maybe?”

June had a hood over her face.

I looked at the picture that June presented. The hooks were a bit far apart, actually.

Kristen gasped when she walked into the apartment behind me. “Why didn’t you call to us?” Kristen asked.

“I’m being punished for embarrassing Oogie,” June said.

“Who is punishing you?” Kristen demanded.

Merry walked out of the spare bedroom. “Like my handiwork?”

“Merry!” Kristen and I both screamed in surprise.

“June told me what Jim told her mother. She got the stuff from her mother—June thinks she’s too afraid to actually go through with it—and I helped her connect the chains to the hooks and put the black bag over her head.”

“Why?”

“June told me she wanted to be punished, and asked me for help. She said if I did this for her, she’d have Sherry give me acrobatic lessons.”

This sadomasochistic scene was completely incongruous with the modest, pristine Merry.

Kristen started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I demanded.

“Your face, Jim! It’s classic!”

Merry started laughing as well. “Jim, I’m going to be sixteen next month! How old were you when Patty started coming upstairs to your room?”

It was difficult for me to contemplate Merry and her budding sexuality.

“You did wonderful, Merry!” Kristen said.

“Yeah, Merry,” June agreed.

“Thanks,” Merry said, a bit shyly. “Kristen, June wanted me to ask you if you had KY jelly.”

This was too much for me. June was bound up and blindfolded with her ass in the air, and my kid sister was asking for some lubrication.

“I’ll get some for you,” Kristen said, helpfully.

“Hey, everyone!” Lynette said, entering the apartment. She took one look at June and said, “Ooh, can I be next?”

Kristen came out of the bathroom with a tube. “Hi, Lynette!”

“Cool scene. Your idea?” Lynette asked.

Kristen shook her head. “Jim’s. He offered this to June’s mother when she objected to him treating her daughter as a whore.”

“A whore?” Merry asked.

“Cunt Whore,” June explained, helpfully.

“Cunt Whore?” Merry asked again, confused.

“My mom’s Ass Whore, and this is going to be her first activity.”

“Ouch!” Merry said.

Lynette looked at me, quite impressed. “I never figured you for that sort of scene, Oogie.”

“It’s not. It was just something to scare June’s mom.”

“Mom is trying to work up the courage to go through with it. I saw her with one wrist and ankle bound. Mom was embarrassed, but she didn’t hide.”

“Can somebody tell me where the Candid Camera is?” I asked.

“Camera!” Kristen said, getting an idea. “One minute!”

Kristen returned from the kitchen and took some pictures of June. “Cool!”

I was dumbfounded as the four women so casually accepted June’s predicament. “Come on, June. Get out of there. Where are the keys to the handcuffs?”

“I, um... left them at home.” June did not sound one bit sorry.

“That’s true,” agreed Merry. “She told me that when she was putting them on.”

“How are you going to get out of this?”

“Well, I didn’t think I’d get so tired. I guess you’ll have to have my mom come over...”

“NO!” I shouted. “Kris, doesn’t your father have tools?”

“My dad?” Kristen laughed. “Actually, we have a tool shed, but he doesn’t use it.”

“Think you can find bolt cutters?” I asked.

“Not until June gets her ass fucked.”

“June told me the first time I was with her that she doesn’t do that.”

“I think June is telling you differently now,” Merry said.

“Why is June doing this if Jim suggested it for her mother?” Lynette asked.

“June wants to be punished for having Jim get angry at her.”

“Ooh! I’m definitely next!” Lynette said happily. “I angered Jim, too.”

“If he cuts the cuffs, you won’t be able to do it properly, and Mom said they were about a hundred dollars when she purchased both pairs.”

I couldn’t believe this situation. I went into the bedroom and called June’s mother and asked her to come over and bring the keys to the handcuffs.

“The keys?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.

“Yes. To the handcuffs.”

“Bring them to your apartment?”

“June’s cuffed herself. I’d like to uncuff her.”

There was a long pause, and finally Mrs. Rodgers said, “I guess.”

I hung up the phone, wondering why Mrs. Rodgers would be hesitant to help her daughter.

“I’ve called for the keys.”

“You called my mom?” June asked.

“Yeah.”

“And she’s coming here?”

“That’s the point.”

June started laughing.

Why didn’t I get the jokes? “What’s so fucking funny?”

“Kristen, did you get a picture of Jim’s face when he saw me?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Kristen said.

“Get ready, Kris, I am not able to see him with this hood on.”

“Why?” I asked.

June started laughing again. “Do you remember how you asked my mother to come over here the next time?”

Oh, shit!

Kristen got two pictures of me with my mouth open in surprise.

Lynette took the tube of KY jelly that Kristen put down on a cocktail table. “Want me to lube June up?”

“Most certainly not!”

Lynette squinted. “I’ve done anal before, and I don’t recommend doing her first time dry. She seems to be pretty lubricated in the other area, though. It might be enough.”

“I squirt when I orgasm,” June suggested.

“I remember!” Lynette said, and approached the black cheerleader and started to caress her cunt lips.

“Stop that!” I said, amazed that Lynette would actually be doing this in front of Merry.

“Please, Mr. Big?” Lynette asked.

“Mr. Big?” Merry asked.

“She’s Pussy Slave, and calls Kristen Mistress and Jim Mr. Big!” June informed Merry.

“How kinky!” Merry said, smiling, and watching Lynette fondle June.

“Are you going to fuck her ass, or will I have to get one of Camille’s toys that she left here?” Kristen asked.

“Toys?” Merry asked.

“Camille left us her largest double-ended dildo,” Lynette said. “Kristen and I were going to try it out.”

This was too much information. “Kristen, take Merry downstairs.”

“I’m not Pussy Slave,” Kristen said. “You’ve always told me that I’m allowed to participate in anything you do, Jim.”

“Lynette... Pussy Slave, take Merry downstairs!”

Lynette turned to Kristen, who nodded. “Yes, Mr. Big.”

Lynette took Merry, and handed the tube back to Kristen before she left.

Kristen resumed fondling June.

“If you don’t give June what she wants, Jim, you’re sleeping in the spare bedroom, and the five of us women will take the master bedroom.”

“Five? You’re including Merry?”

“June’s mom, too.”

“No.” I said, my voice final. “I don’t want Merry doing girls.”

“How about if girls do Merry?” Kristen asked.

“Huh?”

“Merry’s already given consent, Jim. Lynette knows that. Which room downstairs do you think they’re going to?”

“NO!” I shouted. I made a dash for the door.

“Stop!” Kristen demanded. “If you don’t do this for June, you’ll regret it.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath. “All right. June’s given her consent, since she set herself up like this. However, I didn’t give consent for anal sex. What about my feelings?”

Kristen and I locked eyes for a couple of silent minutes.

I was about to go downstairs to see if I could stave off Lynette and Merry when the intercom buzzed. “Some woman who identifies herself as Ass Whore is at the gate. I assume she’s one of your guests.”

I sighed. “Let her in.”

A completely nude Mrs. Rodgers was in the apartment a minute later.

“Did it hurt, honey?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.

“He didn’t start yet.”

“Oh.”

“You now have two problems, if you ignore Lynette, who just said she has experience,” Kristen pointed out.

“Hello, Miss Swift,” Mrs. Rodgers said, a bit of embarrassment in her voice.

“If you are Ass Whore, the house rules are that you call me Mistress. You call my boyfriend one of two names. I would suggest Master, as Cunt Whore does, as Pussy Slave’s name might be a bit... worrisome.”

“Pussy Slave?”

“Lynette Robbins, head cheerleader last year,” June said.

“Do you have a thing for cheerleaders?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.

“The cheerleaders have a thing for my Master, Mom.”

“Ass Whore,” Kristen corrected.

“Sorry,” June said.

I sighed. This had to be an X-rated version of Twilight Zone.

“You look confused, Master,” Mrs. Rodgers said.

“This is totally unreal!”

“You are the one that suggested this. This isn’t your scene?”

“Actually, no. I only said that to scare you.”

“It worked.”

Kristen laughed. “You’re here now, Ass Whore.”

“I realized how much June... Cum Whore’s... muscles will probably...”

“Cunt Whore,” Kristen corrected.

“Cunt Whore’s muscles will probably be aching by now.”

“It isn’t easy, actually,” June said.

“Please unlock her,” I begged, hoping that somebody would show an ounce of intelligence.

“No, Master!” June said.

Mrs. Rodgers looked confused.

“If you won’t fuck my ass, then I demand some other punishment like this. This is a good position for a spanking.”

I didn’t think a spanking would be so bad, but I couldn’t do that in front of her mother. Mrs. Rodgers seemed to have come to terms with her daughter’s unconventional relationship with Kristen and me, and wasn’t a bad person really. Abusing her daughter, even a spanking, would still be crossing a line that I didn’t want to cross.

Kristen decided to let me off the hook.

“Cunt Whore, how many spankings? Ten?”

“Ten sounds good,” June agreed.

“Pick your tormentor, Cunt Whore. Mistress, Ass Whore, or Pussy Slave.”

“Not Master?” June sounded disappointed.

“Let’s not bully him.”

“Pussy Slave, then.”

“All right. Ass Whore, Pussy Slave is downstairs. She’s... busy. Tell her to come upstairs and you can take her place there.”

“What’s she doing?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Kristen answered. “Get to it.”

I watched June’s mother leave and I asked, “Why Lynette?”

“She won’t hold back,” June answered. “I’ve been spanked by her before.”

“Really?”

“Do you think all cheerleader initiations are as tame as the one we did for you?”

That surprised me. “For me?”

“Camille said you have a soft spot not just in your heart, but in your entire being. We gave Sherry the real initiation later on that day.”

I was learning new things every day.

“Ass Whore said I was to administer spankings?” Lynette said, entering the apartment.

“Yes,” Kristen said.

“That’s my Mom,” June said.

“I recognized her, and I remember you said what her name here is,” Lynette said. “Ruler or brush?”

“Bare hands,” I said.

“How many?”

“Ten.”

“Kristen, can you come over here and help. When I hit her, she’s going to fall toward the wall. If you put your body between hers and the wall...”

“Good idea,” Kristen said. “And I’m Mistress!”

“Sorry.”

Kristen got into position. It was a tight fit.

Even though I wasn’t administering the spankings, it was difficult to watch June being spanked. I’m glad that Kristen sent June’s mother downstairs. Lynette wasn’t cruel, but her experience showed. There was no hesitation and no attempt to make it too soft.

After the spanking, June said, “Thank you Pussy Slave!” There were tears in her eyes, but she wasn’t really crying.

Kristen pointed to the table where June’s mother placed the keys, and Lynette quickly unlatched June. Kristen helped June get up. Her muscles seemed to be a bit sore from maintaining her position for so long.

As soon as she could, June ran to me and hugged me so tightly. I was almost sad that I hadn’t ass fucked her. I even wimped out on spanking her. This didn’t seem to matter to June, who couldn’t get enough of her body pressed against me.

Kristen said, “Take the master bedroom, Jim.”

“What about you and Lynette?” I asked.

“Merry might need a bit more cleaning up.”

Before I could object, Kristen and Lynette simply left the apartment. I felt June start to tug me toward the master bedroom.

“I thought you were no longer Cunt Whore,” I said, gently.

“Only when I want to get punished.”

“Oh.”

“Promise me something, Jim.”

“Anything,” I said.

“I want that ass fucking, and I want it from you. There is no way that I’ll ever take Archy there, he’s too big. If you don’t, then I’ll feel as if my sex life will never be complete, because once Archy takes my virginity, I will never be with another man or woman again.”

“Don’t make promises your body can’t keep. I promised to love only Kristen, and look at me now.”

“I don’t think we’ll have the problems or opportunities that you and Kris have.”

“I love you, June.”

“I know, Jim. I love you, too.”

“It may take me some time, but I promise to take you the way you just requested. Let me work it out. Lynette said she was experienced with anal. If she agrees, let me try first with her, all right?”

“Oh, Jim! If you do Lynette, then I know you’ll have no reason to refuse me!”

I hadn’t thought of it that way.

I brought June to four orgasms that afternoon, and June sucked me dry with one of her mind blowing blow jobs.