Title: Affection Multiplier App: The Boyfriend
By: BreaktheBar
Chapter 23
Terra came back with food and sat on the bed as Cattie urged me to sit up so I could eat and drink. Cassidy tried to feed me herself, but I told her I was OK enough to do that, and sent her to clean herself up in the washroom. She scrubbed off her makeup and washed her face, not wanting to re-apply anything before coming back to me and just hugging my arm as I finished the burger. There was still a red mark on her cheek from Cattie’s slap, but it didn’t look like it would bruise.
“Thank you,” I said to Terra. “And I’m sorry you got looped into this. I- This is embarrassing.”
“It’s trauma,” Terra said. “You should really book some therapy, both of you.”
“Already done,” I said. “Individual and couples.”
She nodded, then turned to Cattie. “You handled yourself well, other than the slap.”
Cattie told her a bit about her own experience with infidelity, and how she was slowly finishing up her degree in Psychology with a focus on the field after her experiences with her parents. Eventually, Terra patted my knee and told me to get some rest, then took my empty plate and left us in the room. Soon I was laying down again, spooned up behind Cassidy as she wrapped my arms around her, and I was surprised to have Cattie spoon up behind me. They were both over the covers and I was under, and it felt fucking good, but they were both still in bikinis.
I decided I didn’t care, and tried to just focus on my breathing instead of the thoughts in my head. Cattie and Cassidy kept talking—I was pretty sure Cattie apologized for slapping her, and Cassidy refused the apology on the grounds that she deserved it. They talked quietly and held me. I might have dozed off once or twice, but I came back to full consciousness when the voice echoed in the hallway.
“What the fuck?” Heather said, then she called louder. “Cattie, are you down here?”
Cattie sighed and let go of me, sliding off the bed and going to the door. She stepped out and closed it behind her, but we could still hear her in the hallway.
“Sorry, babe, I—”
“What the fuck, why do you look like you were just choking on a cock?” Heather interrupted her.
“What? Oh,” Cattie replied. “I was crying earlier. Look, I’m just having a conversation with Cass and Robbie, and it got a little intense. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”
“Cattie, I didn’t say you could just leave,” Heather said.
I frowned at this, and I felt Cassidy tense a little in my arms. What the fuck?
“I know, and I said I’m sorry,” Cattie said again. “But this was important. We talked about this when I agreed. I need to have time with my friends and for work.”
“And we also agreed that we would make clear notice when the game was on and off,” Heather said. “That’s not one-sided. You agreed to be my full-time Sub for this trip. I decide things, not you.”
“Heather, I—”
“Am I wrong?” Heather demanded.
“No, Mistress,” Cattie replied.
“What the hell?” Cassidy whispered to me.
“Then what do you have to say for yourself?”
“May I please return to my friends and continue my conversation, Mistress?” Cattie asked quietly. “It was important.”
“You can go say goodbye, and then clean yourself up. You look like a fucking whore, and only I get to decide when you look like a whore,” Heather said. “Then come back upstairs. When you find me, you’ll take off your top and ask me to lotion you up. I can’t believe you let that idiot put his hands on you.”
“Heather—”
“What was that?” Heather interrupted.
“Mistress,” Cattie said. “Stop it.”
“Stop what, slut?”
“Yellow,” Cattie said.
“Really?” Heather scoffed.
“Yes,” Cattie said. “Stop insulting my friends.”
“Fine,” Heather said. “I’ll stop. Alright?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Cattie said. “May I go now, Mistress?”
“One more thing,” Heather said. There was some movement, quiet through the walls, and I had no idea what might be going on. “That’s a better slut,” Heather said softly. “Good. Now, do what I said.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Cattie said.
Heather walked away, and a few moments later Cattie slid the door to our room back open and stepped in.
“Hey, guys. Sorry, I want to keep talking but—”
“Cattie, we heard,” Cassidy said.
Cattie went a little pale, which was honestly sort of a feat in and of itself considering she was almost porcelain white to begin with. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Are you alright?” I asked. “We might be fucked up right now, but if you need to talk…”
“No, I’m- It’s fine,” Cattie said. “Heather and I, we- Fuck, I know your deep dark secret, so what the fuck? Heather and I were having some problems last year because we were away almost more than we were together, and she was feeling unfulfilled. She ended up wanting to, ah, Domme me, and we tried it and she really loved it. For the last couple of months I haven’t been feeling it, and I sort of promised to go all in this week.”
“Are you sure?” Cassidy asked. We were both sitting up now.
I thought I saw a brief moment of hesitation, but Cattie nodded. It was just enough to worry me, but not enough for me to get my mouth moving. “I’m sure. What’s between me and her is agreed on. The way she’s acting with you two isn’t OK, and I still need to talk to her about earlier. But I called her on it, and she backed down.”
“If you’re sure,” I said. “And if you need us, just say so.”
“I’ll be fine,” she assured us. “But I need to go. She’s going to be impatient.”
“What did she make you do out there?” Cassidy asked.
Now Cattie went pink in the chest and cheeks as she flushed. “I, um, had to get down in Humble pose and lick her feet.”
“And you enjoy that?” Cassidy asked.
“I’m doing it for her,” Cattie said and then smiled softly. “Take your time down here. I’ll see you out there when you’re ready, OK?”
Then she left.
“What the fuck,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“Do you want that?” Cassidy asked me quietly. Now that we knew the walls were so thin into the hallway, we were both being extra quiet.
“Want what?” I asked.
“To do what Heather does. To Dom me?”
“I… don’t know,” I said honestly. “It might be fun to try, but there’s a reason we both felt uncomfortable with the way Heather was talking to Cattie.”
“What do you think Humble position is?” Cassidy asked.
I shrugged, and Cassidy opened up her phone and googled it. Turned out it was a sort of face-down, ass-up position used in BDSM to present the submissive for punishment.
“Fuck,” Cassidy said, and I knew we were both imagining Cattie in that position. I couldn’t even blame Cassidy, it had sprung into my head as well.
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