“Heavy Breathing”
Holly got home from work to the sound of the phone ringing. “Crap!” she muttered, dropping her purse on the floor and running for the living room. Normally, she would have just let it go to voicemail, but she was expecting Kim to stop by or call about the free ‘Hamilton’ tickets she’d hinted she might be able to score for tonight, and she would be damned to a thousand fiery hells if she was going to miss that particular message. She scooped up the phone on the third ring, answered it just as the fourth was starting, and shouted, “Hello?” a bit more loudly than she intended to.
But all she heard on the other end was, “hhhhh... hhhhh....” Holly rolled her eyes. Who actually made obscene phone calls in this day and age? The Internet gave horny perverts webcams, bondage-themed social networking sites, and an endless supply of free porn. Who the ever-living fuck still got off on calling random strangers and masturbating?
She took the phone away from her ear to check the caller ID, but the stupid display was dark. Holly tapped it a couple of times, hoping to jar something back into position, but it didn’t even flicker. Meaning that not only did Holly not know who was jerking off in her ear, she wouldn’t be able ignore any phone calls for the rest of the night.
Holly sighed. Whoever it was, they were going at it pretty loud; even with the receiver six inches away from her face, Holly could still hear them panting. “HhhhhHHHhh... hhhhHHHHhhhh...” They sounded practically hoarse from the effort.
Holly decided she’d had enough. “What the fuck ever, sleazebag,” she snapped out, stabbing her finger down on the disconnect button. She put it back on the receiver and flopped down on the couch in easy reach of the handset. She still wasn’t sure whether to be pissed off or just plain surprised at the unexpected heavy breather. Some people officially had too much fucking free time.
Like her. Not in a ‘time to call up total strangers and get off on them yelling at me through the phone’ kind of way, but the musical didn’t start until eight o’clock and it wasn’t even half past four yet. She’d already grabbed a bite to eat before she came home, she didn’t need to get changed, and she couldn’t leave the apartment until she heard from Kim. Or until three hundred dollars spontaneously materialized in her bank account so that she could pay her cell phone bill, Holly thought ruefully.
Still, tonight would be a welcome escape from money worries. Three hours of Broadway bliss without having to wonder how she was paying for the ticket. She’d have to pay Kim back, of course, but that was in the usual currency of favors and informal barter that she was perfectly happy to accommodate. If only her landlord didn’t insist on rent in actual money...
Holly decided to skip that particular pit of despair, and instead lost herself in the planning process for repaying Kim. She could probably get a few comp tickets at the restaurant if she agreed to knit Linda her own sweater like the one Holly made for Dana, and Jakob would probably help out with the yarn with his employee discount if she got him into the club on Saturday, and she could score some passes from Evan if she agreed to watch his son for a few hours while he and Gary went to the munch, which pretty much left her free and clear so long as she didn’t mind giving up her Sunday afternoon to—
The phone rang again. Holly grabbed it and answered on the first ring. “Hello?” she asked.
“HhhhhHHHHHHH...” Holly just about threw the phone at the wall in frustration. She did not need this bullshit, not tonight. Couldn’t this guy go flash some joggers or something and leave her out of his sex life? Instead, she got to hear him gasping like a third-rate porn star into her ear. “Hhhhhhh... HhhhhHHHHhhh...”
“Oh, fuck off!” she shouted, hitting the disconnect button so hard the phone slipped out of her hand. She scooped it up off the floor, her face flushing with humiliation even there were no witnesses to her bout with klutziness, and hung it back on the receiver. She decided to watch a little television.
And of course, there was absolutely nothing on. Just a few game shows and some re-runs of shows that only avoided being antique by being pretty much worthless. Not for the first time, Holly wished she had cable. She went over to the bookshelf and started to rummage through her movie collection for something to watch.
She poked around aimlessly for a few minutes, unsure of exactly what she was looking for—she didn’t want anything that she would actually get invested in, just in case Kim wanted to go out before they went to the theater, but she wasn’t in the mood for total schlock, either. She finally decided that a little cinematic comfort food might help her get over the creepy caller. She tossed in ‘The Hunger’, and grabbed her knitting needles as the opening credits rolled.
Instead of focusing on the movie, though, Holly spent most of her time glaring at the phone in an effort to psychically compel Kim to call. She paid a little bit of attention to the opening sequence, because hello, David Bowie and Catherine Deneuve as sexy vampire swingers, but once it settled in and got plotty, she tuned it out. “Come on, Kim,” she muttered, already beginning to get the sinking feeling that maybe those tickets weren’t the sure thing that Kim had suggested they were.
Holly decided not to think about it. She knitted furiously, taking out her frustrations on the defenseless yarn for a little while and letting the movie get to the good bit. But just as David Bowie was starting to get a little less attractive, the phone rang again. Holly grimaced and set down her knitting, trying to keep the stitch count in her head, pause the movie, and still pick up the phone before (Kim) whoever it was (Kim) hung up and (she didn’t get the tickets) she didn’t find out what they wanted—
“HhhhhHHHHHhhhh...” The breathing on the other end of the line sounded desperate, almost tortured. “HHHHHHHHH...” Whoever this guy was, he was clearly having problems getting his rocks off. “HhhHHHhhhHhHhHHH...”
Not that Holly gave two fucks. “Jesus fucking Christ!” she shouted into the receiver. “What the fuck is it with you? I don’t give a fuck what your sick pervy thing is, okay? I’m waiting for a real goddamn call, so leave me the fuck alone. Got it?”
But all she heard on the other end of the line was, “HHHhhhhh... hhhhHHHHHhhhh...” Not that she was expecting an apology, but Jesus Fuck, the guy didn’t even ask what she was wearing. Wasn’t that what they were all supposed to ask? Or was that just phone sex lines? Holly disconnected the call and slammed the receiver down hard before remembering that was the whole reason she no longer had a caller ID screen that worked.
Holly restarted the movie and the knitting, beginning to readjust her expectations for the evening. Free tickets to the hottest musical on Broadway? Probably not going to happen. Frozen pizza, cheap booze, and another viewing of ‘The Hunger’ once Kim got here? Still a pretty decent night, especially when they got to the good bit. Kim always liked to act out the good bit.
Idly, Holly wondered who Kim would decide to be tonight. Usually, she liked to be Catherine Deneuve, all suave and magnetic and irresistible. It suited Kim perfectly, all that sensual power under such perfect control. Holly shivered a little, remembering the way Kim even did the French accent as she recited the dialogue right along with the movie.
But every once in a while, Kim wanted to be Susan Sarandon. She always looked so different when she was Susan, suddenly hesitant and meek, caught in the grip of a compulsion she didn’t understand and couldn’t escape. It was a side of her she didn’t show any of her other friends or play partners—even Holly had only seen it a few times. Holly squeezed her thighs together, thinking about the shy and tender way Kim pulled her shirt over her head and let Holly take control.
On the screen, David Bowie was busy committing decidedly unsexy murder, but Holly wasn’t really seeing the television. She was seeing the movie inside her head, already fast-forwarded to the part where the immortal vampiress took one look at the nervous young woman and drew her into a web of delicious control. She was thinking about the first time she watched it with Kim—they were both thinking the same thing, but each of them thought the other one would think it was...weird.
But the room was so warm by the time they got to the good bit. Holly remembered blushing furiously, the blood rushing to her skin and practically radiating heat all over. She remembered feeling like a human furnace, watching Susan Sarandon get that distant, helpless look on her face as she said, “I don’t even know why I’m here.” And she remembered looking over at Kim and seeing that same blush...
Holly realized she was still squeezing her thighs together, her body naturally falling into a pleasant rhythm of squeeze and release, squeeze and release. She was incredibly wet already just thinking about it. Something about the idea of vampires always got Holly hot and bothered—Kim too, thankfully. Maybe it was that idea of being drawn to something dangerous. Everyone in a vampire movie always knew they were heading for trouble, but their desire was too strong to resist. Holly set down the knitting needles that hadn’t actually moved in several minutes, her fingers drifted down to the waistband of her jeans—
The phone rang. Holly almost dropped it when she went to reach for it. “Um, hi, hello, hi?” she babbled, her voice almost a full octave higher than normal. If it was Kim, she was inclined to tell her to come over now so they could get in a little fun before the musical.
But it was just her old friend, the creepy perv. “hhhhHHHHhhhhh...” he said, in the half-second before Holly disconnected the phone. She had better things to do right now than listen to someone else masturbate. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, caressing her pussy through the damp fabric. “Much better,” she murmured to herself as she rubbed the heel of her hand slowly against her clit.
On the screen, reality had finally caught up with her fantasies as Susan Sarandon paid her call on the seductive French vampire. “I don’t even know why I’m here,” Holly mouthed along with the screen, her nipples stiffening under her shirt as she ground her hips slowly against her hand.
Holly knew the scene by heart, and her body settled into a rhythm of self-pleasure timed perfectly to the story beats. When Catherine Deneuve poured the sherry, she slowly slid her hand inside her panties and began to stroke her labia. As Susan Sarandon lounged on the chair, not even realizing how beautiful she looked, and said, “Are you making a pass at me, Mrs. Blaylock?", Holly slipped in a finger and began to gently push it in and out.
Susan Sarandon spilled the sherry, and Holly added a second finger. Her other hand was busy with her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the fabric and whimpering as each touch sent sharp tingles of pleasure through her whole body. By the time the characters on the screen were naked, Holly was groaning with bliss and her eyes were only half-focused. She knew when she would cum, when she always came. Every time, when Catherine Deneuve kissed the inside of Susan’s arm and marked Susan with her fangs...
The phone rang. Holly almost didn’t answer it. But she stirred back out of her erotic reverie just a little and remembered that she needed to make sure Kim knew to come over as quick as possible. Holly always needed a second go after watching the good bit. She reached out with her free hand, unable to stop swirling and thrusting her fingers even for a second, and grabbed the phone.
“’Lo?” she muttered, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice and just barely succeeding.
“hhhhhh...” It was the pervert again. Fuck it, she decided. Let him hear. Maybe then he’d go away.
“Is this what you wanted?” she growled out, her voice husky with lust. “Is this what you wanted, you fucking creep?” She put the phone right next to her pussy and pumped her fingers in and out, over and over, the slap and squish of her wet and sticky cunt so loud that she could hear them over the movie. “Is this, ohhhh...oh, fuck, is this good for you? Are you cumming now?” She felt it then, the crest of her pleasure rolling over her like a tidal wave. “Because I am...”
Then her words melted into moans and her pussy clenched around her fingers. She gasped for breath as the orgasm flowed on and on, her hand unable to stop, and with every gasp she heard the voice on the other end of the phone hissing out gasps right along with her. “HHHHHHH! HHHHHHHH!” She never thought she could cum so hard in front of a stranger, but something about the kinky exhibitionism was cranking her motor like nobody’s business. Her hips strained against the air as her pleasure hit a final crescendo.
At last, utterly spent, she flopped down again onto the couch cushions. “And don’t call again, sicko,” she said before disconnecting the phone. Then she very slowly withdrew her fingers, mewling softly at the aftershocks of pleasure from the motion. “Goddamn,” she whispered to herself.
There was a knock at the door. Holly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she thought to herself. She hung up the phone on the charger and said as loudly as she could, “Come on in, it’s open.” She was glad she hadn’t bothered locking it, because she wasn’t sure if her legs would support her for another few minutes.
She looked over at the door with a smile of anticipation as it opened.
ONE HOUR EARLIER...
Kim shivered in the chill of the air conditioning, goose-pimples covering every inch of her skin as she knelt naked on the thick carpet. She gazed up at Mistress Imani, the effort of keeping her eyes open so difficult now that she couldn’t possibly spare any energy to resist. “I obey you, Mistress,” she whispered. She heard the distant, dreamy tones in her own voice and it made her sink even deeper.
Mistress Imani reached down and caressed her cheek gently. Kim couldn’t help herself, she whimpered and rubbed her face against the soft, dark skin of Mistress Imani’s hand like an affectionate kitten. “I know you do, pet,” Mistress Imani said. “You can’t resist me at all anymore, can you?”
The words were like a stone on her tongue. She could feel the weight of them pressing against her lips, and she no longer had the strength to hold them in. “I can’t resist you at all anymore, Mistress,” she said softly, feeling the shudder of pleasure all the way through her body as she obeyed.
She always obeyed, now. She could remember a time when she told herself that she could resist, that it was just a secret game that she and Imani played when they were alone together and she could stop any time she wanted. But now she knew that to be a lie. Mistress Imani had broken through that lie and seen the truth, that deep down Kim had always been an obedient girl. All her pretense at dominance was just that, a mask she wore to conceal the slave within. Mistress Imani had removed that mask, and now all she could feel was pleasure.
“Good pet,” Mistress Imani purred. “Your friend is where I want her to be?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Kim responded automatically. “I told her to wait for me at her apartment. She will be there when you arrive.”
“Good pet,” Mistress Imani said with a smile. She leaned down and kissed Kim on the forehead. “Won’t it be nice, the two of you kneeling together?”
Kim swooned as she attempted to follow Mistress Imani’s gaze until her eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids slipped shut at last. “Yes, Mistress,” she replied, unable to even imagine any other response now. Her vision was filled now with the fantasy that Mistress Imani had promised her, the two of them side by side staring helplessly into Mistress Imani’s hypnotic eyes and sinking into obedience in perfect unison. It had been so easy to betray her friend at Mistress Imani’s command...
“Good pet,” Mistress Imani said. “I’m off to collect her now. Be a good girl while I’m gone, pet.” With that, she turned and left, not even waiting for a response.
Kim couldn’t help providing one anyway. “Yes Mistress,” she whispered as she heard the door slam shut. She knelt there for a timeless moment, thinking of nothing but obedience. She obeyed, and soon Holly would obey too...
Holly. The thought let a tiny sliver of sunlight into the darkness in her mind. Holly was at her apartment, unaware of Mistress Imani’s impending visit. She wouldn’t stand a chance—if Kim had a secret submissive streak for Mistress to exploit, Holly had a fucking four-lane freeway leading straight from her brain right down to her clit. Mistress Imani would break her, take her and make her a helpless pet just like Kim...
The fantasy almost overwhelmed her again, but Kim fought it. She reached up and physically pulled her eyelids open, trying desperately to focus her glassy stare as she struggled against the endless hypnotic pull of Mistress Imani’s conditioning. She had to save Holly. She had to warn her that Mistress Imani was coming for her.
Kim tried to rise, but her body refused to obey her. Every time she tried to get to her feet, she heard Mistress Imani’s voice in her head. ‘Be a good girl for me while I’m gone, pet’. She crawled across the floor to the door, reached to the cubbyhole where her clothes were stored for those times when she needed to wear them. Her hands refused to pick them up. ‘Be a good girl for me while I’m gone, pet.’
Kim felt a surge of panic rush through her body. She welcomed it. Anything that kept the trance at bay right now was welcome, even if it was the shameful knowledge that she had laid a trap for her best friend and favorite lover. She crawled back across the carpet to the bedroom and picked up the cordless phone from the charger on Mistress Imani’s bedside table.
Her fingers trembled as she struggled to punch in the number. She told herself that this wasn’t disobedience. Mistress Imani had never told her to stop speaking to Holly. She’d never told her not to use the phone. She’d never actually said that good girls always helped enslave their friends. That didn’t stop Kim from kneeling on the floor for a full minute before she managed to press the CALL button.
The phone rang once. Twice. A third time. With every ring, Kim’s treacherous subconscious told her that Holly probably wasn’t even home, that it wasn’t worth calling, that she could hang up and relax and wait a while for Holly to come back with Mistress Imani. Desperately, she struggled to keep herself from listening to it. And on the fourth ring, she heard Holly’s voice on the other end of the line. “Hello?” Holly said loudly, sounding slightly out of breath.
“hhhhh...” ...olly, Kim said, her voice giving out before she could turn her breath into any real sound. “hhhhh....” ..olly, she tried again, hearing the words dry up in her throat.
No, she shouted soundlessly, No no no no no! She tried desperately again, screaming her friend’s name into the phone. “HhhhhHHHhh... hhhhHHHHhhhh...” Nothing else came out.
She heard Holly’s voice on the other end of the line, and her heart sank into despair. “What the fuck ever, sleazebag,” Holly snapped out, just before the line went dead.
It almost broke Kim all over again. She knew now that the part of her that belonged to Mistress Imani would never let her warn Holly. Mistress Imani’s power over Kim wasn’t a genie’s wish that she could find loopholes in. It was the gift of total obedience, pure and perfect. Kim was a good girl, and good girls obeyed. It was all they did. It was all they could ever do.
Kim felt her pussy flushing with heat. She was a good girl for Mistress Imani. She had failed to resist, just like every good girl always failed to resist. Whenever she fought against Mistress Imani’s power and failed, it always felt so good. She would always lose when she struggled against Mistress Imani’s will, because it felt so wonderful to lose that deep down, she didn’t even want to win. She just wanted to obey...
Kim’s fingers crept down to her pussy, following her conditioning directly into pleasure. She had given in to Mistress Imani’s deep hypnotic power and obeyed. She had prevented herself from spoiling Mistress Imani’s plans. She was a good, good girl. “I am a good, good girl,” she said out loud, once again able to speak now that it had stopped resisting.
The moment she said it, Kim felt a liquid rush of pleasure coating her fingers. She whimpered, feeling the slick fluids smear across her pussy lips as she brushed them up and down, up and down, each time sending herself deeper into obedience. “...good girl...” she whimpered, unable to think anymore. She obeyed, and soon Holly would too.
“No!” she gasped out, pulling her hand away with a titanic effort. Her head swam with arousal, but she fought with reserves she never even knew she had. “Holly,” she reminded herself, saying the word out loud. “Holly. Holly. Holly.”
She hit the REDIAL button. “Holly,” she said, again and again and again, turning her friend’s name into a mantra of resistance. “Holly, Holly...”
The phone rang once. “Hello?” said the voice on the other end.
“HhhhhHHHHHHH...” Kim felt her voice choke off in mid-word, strangling off the warning before it could even begin.“Hhhhhhh...” She struggled to regain the momentum of the mantra, desperately trying to get out just one word, just one syllable. If she could only resist long enough to do that, she knew she could do the rest. “HhhhhHHHHhhh...”
“Oh, fuck off!” Holly shouted. The line went dead again.
The second the phone went dead, Kim was able to speak again. She returned to her mantra just as before, the words coming even easier this time. “I am a good girl, and good girls obey,” she said, hearing the strength and power in her voice. “I am a good girl, and good girls obey.” She could feel her determination building. This time she could really do it, she could overcome all her resistance and give in...give in to Mistress Imani?
Something about that didn’t sound right, but then she heard her own voice again smoothing out her thoughts into a peaceful haze. “I am a good girl, and good girls obey.” She remembered now. “I am a good girl, and good girls obey.” She didn’t know how she could possibly have forgotten. “I am a good girl, and good girls obey.”
Her hand went back to her pussy, stroking and teasing her wet opening to the edge of orgasm. “I am a good girl, and good girls obey.” But there was no need to cum; she could simply drift along in this warm, happy glow of obedience and let the pleasure of her fingers soothe her mind into a dreamy state where nothing mattered but Mistress Imani’s will.
“I am a good girl, and good girls obey,” she said. Each time, the words etched themselves deeper into the groove in her mind, already worn into a channel by countless hours of repetition as she danced along the edge of bliss. “I am a good girl, and good girls obey.”
She remembered the fantasy, the tantalizing promise that Mistress Imani had used to break her even further. She heard Mistress Imani’s voice in her head. ‘Someday, pet,’ she had said, ‘you will chant this into Holly’s ears. Your fingers will stroke her into obedience.’
Kim shuddered, her clit throbbing with need. She would chant her mantra into Holly’s ears, she decided. Just as Mistress Imani had promised. Just as she had commanded. She hit the REDIAL button again with her free hand, still repeating endlessly, “I am a good girl, and good girls obey. I—”
Holly picked up the phone, and Kim’s words dissolved into desperate panting breath. “HhhhhHHHHHhhhh...” The pleasure in her clit built into an endless pleasant ache as the mantra repeated itself in her mind. But her mouth only released one tortured gasp after another. “HHHHHHHHH... HhhHHHhhhHhHhHHH...”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Holly shouted into the receiver. “What the fuck is it with you? I don’t give a fuck what your sick pervy thing is, okay? I’m waiting for a real goddamn call, so leave me the fuck alone. Got it?”
Kim heard the anger in her friend’s voice, and she tried to explain that she was sorry, that she was so sorry for what she had been made to do. But all that came out was heavy breathing. “HHHhhhhh... hhhhHHHHHhhhh...” Kim felt tears running down her cheeks as the phone went dead.
“Please,” Kim whimpered, begging her subconscious to relent just this once. If she could only save Holly, she promised, she would never resist again, never even try to. She would break herself more thoroughly than Mistress Imani ever could, if only she could just have one word. Just one.
But her finger danced on her clit, reminding her that she could never break herself as well as Mistress Imani. The pleasure was unbearable now, and her finger was wrinkled from her juices as she strummed her pussy lips over and over, around and around. Mistress Imani had already ground away her resistance to powder, and blown the powder away on the breeze. Kim could never barter with her slave self because she no longer had anything else to trade, and the calls only proved it.
Kim’s eyes slipped shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She was obeying, she realized. Sinking into trance was obedience. Melting into pleasure was obedience. Betraying her friend was obedience. Why was she even fighting it? She knew how good it felt to give in to Mistress Imani’s will. Why would she want to keep her friend from experiencing the same endless, mindless bliss?
She couldn’t think of an answer, but she reached for the REDIAL button anyway. She didn’t even know if Holly would still be there; she’d completely lost track of time, and Mistress Imani might already have arrived and begun the process of conditioning Holly to Mistress Imani’s will. Holly might already be staring into those beautiful dark eyes, feeling herself grow deeply aroused as Mistress Imani painted a picture of the glory of submission with her words...
The phone slipped out of her fingers. Kim wasn’t sure if she’d even managed to press the button or not until she heard Holly’s voice saying, “Um, hi, hello, hi?” Holly’s voice squeaked with arousal, and for a moment Kim worried that she was too late. But then she realized Mistress Imani would have disconnected the phone. There would be no interruptions when it was time for Holly to be taken.
Kim told herself she had to speak. “hhhhHHHHhhhhh...” she gasped, as her cunt distracted her with a burst of pleasure for just half a second. It was too long—the line went dead again.
And Kim knew she had lost. She couldn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t stop masturbating. She couldn’t even see the phone. Her free hand was playing with her tits now, thumbing the stiff nipples over and over again as she sank all the way into Mistress Imani’s power. She belonged to Mistress Imani now, and she consoled herself with the knowledge that she would at least be together with Holly in her submission. They would play together, tongues dancing on each other’s clits for Mistress Imani’s pleasure, and they would sleep curled up like lovers on the floor by Mistress Imani’s bed. They would gaze into each other’s eyes and whisper mantras of submission, just like...
The image came to her mind, a flash of memory that forced Kim’s eyes open and gave her one last desperate surge of willpower. She remembered staring into Holly’s eyes, forcing the other woman back against the wall as a movie played in the background. Fixing her gaze onto Holly’s, both of them pretending it could melt Holly into an obedient trance. “Miriam, please,” she said out loud.
She picked up the phone and pressed REDIAL. Her fingers wouldn’t stop pistoning in and out of her pussy, but she kept her mind resolutely focused on the memory of Holly, pulling her shirt off and leaning back so that Kim could lean in to suck with savage intensity at the crook of her elbow. Holly always came so hard at that...
The phone rang. Holly almost didn’t answer it. But at last Kim heard her voice on the other end, sounding so deeply aroused that Kim almost lost track of whether this was a fantasy or a reality. “’Lo?” Holly muttered, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice and just barely failing.
“hhhhhh...” Kim could feel it now, the desire giving her power she had thought was lost forever. She wanted to see Holly submit to her, not to Mistress Imani. She wanted to make the other girl whimper and beg and plead to be taken. She would tell her that, she would tell her everything—
“Is this what you wanted?” Holly growled out, her voice husky with lust. “Is this what you wanted, you fucking creep?” Kim heard the voice getting farther away, and suddenly the speaker was filled with the slap and squish of fingers pumping in and out of a wet and sticky cunt so loud that Kim could hear them over the sound of the movie in the background.
“Holly,” Kim whimpered, her voice weak and reedy. She wasn’t even sure if her friend could hear her. “No, Holly, I didn’t, I...”
She heard Holly shouting, cutting off her words with another snarl of angry lust. “Is this, ohhhh...oh, fuck, is this good for you? Are you cumming now?”
And suddenly Kim was. The slick and dripping need in her pussy mingled with the arousal of hearing Holly whimper and moan and pump her fingers into the cunt Kim had tasted so many times that she knew it by heart. She gasped, helpless to resist the orgasm that ripped through her body as she heard Holly say, barely even able to slur out the words through a haze of pleasure, “Because I am...”
Then the words on the other end of the line melted into moans and Kim’s pussy clenched around her fingers. She gasped for breath as the orgasm flowed on and on, her hand unable to stop, and with every gasp she heard the voice on the other end of the phone hissing out gasps right along with her. “HHHHHHH! HHHHHHHH!” She never thought she could cum so hard even for her best friend, but something about the perverse desperation lent her arousal an edge beyond anything she could imagine. Her hips strained against the air as her pleasure hit a final crescendo.
At last, utterly spent, she flopped down again onto the floor. Before she could even try to speak, she heard Holly say, “And don’t call again, sicko.” The phone went dead.
Kim knelt in place for what seemed like ages, her mind utterly blank. The fog of pleasure completely wiped away even memory, until all she could be was Mistress Imani’s good girl. She would never know how long she spent in that mist, but she knew in her heart that it was too long. Holly belonged to Mistress Imani now. Just like her.
Kim heard footsteps coming down the hall, and she crawled toward the apartment door to greet Mistress Imani. Her resistance melted into hope—maybe if she begged, Mistress Imani would let her take control of the new pet once in a while. Then she could see those beautiful eyes melt into obedience for her and know that it wasn’t pretend anymore. She could take Holly just the way she’d always wanted to. That sounded so hot to her now.
She looked over at the door with a smile of anticipation as it opened.