Annie's Game

The morning air was thick with a silent, venomous fury. Chloe had barely slept, the lingering ache of Gary's abandonment and the cold shock of her own treacherous response keeping her awake until dawn. When she reported to Annie for the morning ritual, she knew something was wrong. Annie didn't speak. She simply pointed to the bathroom floor, her expression colder than the tiles Chloe was expected to kneel on.

After Chloe had completed her degrading task of cleaning Annie with her mouth, Annie stood over her, a look of profound disgust on her face. "You slut," she said, her voice dangerously quiet. "You broke the one rule. The most important one. No intimacy. Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think I couldn't smell him on you?"

Chloe cowered, shaking her head. "I... he made me..."

"Don't you dare lie to me," Annie snarled, grabbing a handful of Chloe's hair and forcing her to look up. "You enjoyed it. You broke your rule because you're a greedy little whore who can't control herself. You need to be taught a lesson you won't forget." She ordered Chloe to crawl to the spare room.

From a drawer, Annie produced a thin, whippy cane, its surface smooth and menacing. "This," she said, swishing it through the air, "will leave marks. Marks you'll have to hide from your husband. Marks that will remind you, every time you sit down, who owns you." She made Chloe bend over the edge of the bed, and the first stroke landed across the back of her thighs with a sharp, white-hot line of fire. Chloe screamed, but Annie gagged her with a pair of her dirty panties and continued, methodically laying down five parallel welts that would bloom into deep, purple bruises.

But the physical punishment was merely a prelude. From her bag, Annie produced something that made Chloe's blood run cold. It was a harness of black leather straps and a menacingly shaped dildo. "This is for me," Annie said, her voice dripping with condescension. "But you'll be the one wearing it."

She forced the harness onto Chloe's head. The straps bit into her skin, and a small, realistic rubber cock filled her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. A larger version protruded obscenely from the front of her face, turning her into a grotesque parody of a man. "Now," Annie commanded, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs, "fuck me."

Humiliated beyond words, Chloe knelt between Annie's legs, the artificial cock feeling alien and heavy. She had to angle her head, moving her neck in ways it wasn't meant to move, to thrust the dildo into Annie's wet pussy. Annie grabbed her hair, guiding her movements, forcing her deeper, faster, until she shuddered with a powerful orgasm, her thighs clamping around Chloe's head.

When it was over, Annie simply pushed Chloe aside. "Leave it on," she ordered, tapping the dildo on Chloe's face. "All day. In case I need you again." The day was a nightmare of muffled servitude, the weight of the harness a constant reminder of her degradation, the taste of rubber in her mouth a permanent fixture.

The week continued its downward spiral. Annie met Gary for lunch twice, leaving Chloe tied naked and gagged to a hard kitchen chair, the ropes cutting into her skin. Annie returned hours later to find Chloe exhausted and tear-stained, unaware Annie had been with Gary.

In the evenings, the teasing intensified. Annie would press her body against Gary, whispering things only he could hear, leaving him flushed and breathless. By Friday, Gary was a horn-riddled wreck, his movements jerky with frustration.

That afternoon, Chloe was on her hands and knees, polishing Annie's expensive leather shoes, when Gary's text came through: On my way home. An hour.

Annie looked down at Chloe, a slow, cruel smile spreading across her face. "Stop what you're doing. Meet me in the matrimonial bedroom." Chloe's heart sank. She expected to be ordered to get dressed, to prepare for her husband's return. Instead, Annie produced rough rope.

"Arms behind you," she commanded. Chloe obeyed, and Annie wrenched her wrists together, tying them so tightly the rope cut into her skin. She pulled the vanity chair into the walk-in closet and forced Chloe down onto it. Her ankles were bound to the chair legs, then a ball gag was shoved into her mouth and buckled tight. Finally, Annie wrapped one of Gary's leather belts around Chloe's chest, just beneath her breasts, and pulled it brutally tight, strapping her to the back of the chair. Chloe could barely breathe.

Annie glanced at the clock. "Thirty minutes. Time to get ready." She slipped into a short, silk negligee, sheer stockings that ended in garters, and delicate kitten-heeled slippers. She applied her makeup with a surgeon's precision and finished with a splash of the musky, floral scent Chloe knew drove Gary wild. As a final touch, Annie twisted the slats of the closet door, angling them just so to give Chloe a perfect, albeit fragmented, view of the king-size bed.

Chloe's panic spiked when she heard the front door open. Gary's cheerful call of "Honey, I'm home!" was followed by Annie's sultry reply. Their voices faded as they moved into the living room. Then silence for a minute. Chloe strained to hear, her heart hammering against her ribs. She thought she heard Gary ask, "Are you sure about this?" and Annie's reassuring, "Don't you worry, baby."

Minutes later, they were in the bedroom. Through the slats, Chloe watched as Annie and her husband kissed. It wasn't a peck; it was a deep, consuming kiss of long-held passion, the kind Chloe hadn't felt from him in years. Their tongues tangled, their hands roamed, and Chloe felt a sickening lurch in her stomach.

Annie pushed Gary away, her eyes gleaming. "Strip. And kneel." Gary, utterly mesmerized, did as he was told without hesitation. He knelt before her, his hard cock jutting from his lap. Annie extended a delicate, kitten-heeled foot and stroked his length with the sole of her shoe.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

"I want to fuck you, Annie," he replied, his voice thick with a desperation that was both pathetic and terrifying.

"But you fucked your little wifey last week," Annie taunted. "Surely you're not horny again?"

"Please, Annie," he begged, his hips thrusting slightly. "You know what you do to me."

"You prefer me to your little wifey, then, Gary?" Annie asked, her eyes flicking towards the closet, directly into Chloe's. A big, shit-eating grin spread across her face.

"Oh yes, so much more."

"Oh, poor little Chloe," Annie cooed, her gaze still locked on Chloe's. "Her man doesn't think she's enough for him." She looked back at Gary. "So, if she were here, watching, and you could choose... who would you choose?"

"You, Annie. You know that. Please, Annie, can I fuck you?"

Annie leaned forward, stroking his hair and his cheek. He turned his head to kiss her hand. "I think, Gary," she said softly, "since I am a Mistress to a dirty, cheating husband, that it's only right that from now on, in the bedroom, you should call me Mistress. Don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied immediately.

"Would you like to fuck whenever we want, Gary?"

"Oh yes, Annie—I mean, Mistress."

"But what about poor little useless Chloe?" Annie mused. "What should we do about her?" Gary just shrugged, his entire being focused on the need pulsing between his legs. Annie pretended to think. "I know. We could make her our little pet. Running around after us while we do what we want. Would you like that?"

"Sounds wonderful, Mistress."

Chloe was sobbing into the gag, the leather wet with her tears, watching her life being dismantled by her supposed best friend and her husband.

"No, what is it you asked me, boy?" Annie snapped.

Gary didn't notice the 'boy'. His cock was hard, and he needed Annie. "Can we fuck, please, Mistress?"

For the next forty minutes, Annie choreographed their every move. She made sure they were always in Chloe's line of sight, positioning them so she could see the way Gary's hands gripped Annie's full breasts, the way Annie's nails dug into Gary's back as she rode him, the look of utter worship on his face as he pleasured the woman destroying their lives. Finally, Annie had an explosive orgasm as Gary fucked her from behind, his face contorted in ecstasy, giving Chloe the perfect, unobstructed view of her husband's climax inside another woman, in their own bed, just feet from where she was bound and helpless.