Alan had had enough. Sex, sex, and more sex - he loved every second of it, but he needed a mental break. Also, his body could only take so much, and he had once again hit his limit. So after everyone came back inside the Plummer house and got cleaned up, he promptly plopped himself down on a sofa in the living room and began watching an episode of "Family Guy".
He'd only been on the sofa in front of the TV for about ten minutes when Heather called. Katherine answered it and brought the phone to her brother. As she handed him the phone, she silently mouthed the words "It's the Bitchy One" with considerable distaste.
Alan nodded and rolled his eyes. He was expecting this call. Trying to sound bored, he said, "Hi, Alan here."
Heather forced herself to speak in a pleasant and calm tone. "Hey Alan? It's Heather. I'm so glad to reach you, because Simone was telling me some things that, frankly, I find very hard to believe."
He sighed inwardly as he tried to get himself in the right frame of mind to deal with Heather and her games. Luckily, he was still feeling a strong "Bad Alan" vibe after just concluding the wild anal sex romp with his mother. His confidence was surging. Nonetheless, he thought, Oh, great. Another psychodrama. But I have to do my best because Heather could be the key to defusing the football player threat. I've got to stay on my toes while giving her the treatment she deserves and craves.
He said, wearily, "It's all true, Bitch. So suck it up and deal with it. And where do you get off, not calling me 'Sir?'"
Heather had been mentally busy trying to hide her apprehension, so she was completely thrown for a loop when she felt her nipples instantly pop to full hardness. Dammit! He's getting me aroused already. I have to keep cool! She replied, "Sorry, Sir. I was so distraught that I plain forgot." Subconsciously, she no longer doubted that he deserved to be called "Sir," and in fact she could hardly remember a time when she didn't call him that.
He sorted derisively. "Figures. A cum dump like you is lucky to keep one thought in her head, much less two. Are you naked?"
"Yes. Well, close enough; I'm wearing a see-through nightie that's open all the way in the front. Why, Sir?"
"It is not your place to ask why. I want you to switch to speakerphone, drop to your knees, and start playing with yourself. Then you can tell me whatever is on your mind."
Heather followed his commands without even a hint of resistance, and found herself growing more and more aroused as she did so. She began fingering her pussy, which had already started moistening up around the time Alan called her a "cum dump." She looked over at Simone and saw her not trying very hard to hide a leering smirk. Somehow, being humiliated in front of her best friend aroused her all the more, which was a rather disconcerting feeling.
But she had resolve when it came to discussing her punishment and was not easily sidetracked by her lust. She said, "Sir, I have to speak to you about this punishment. What did I do to deserve it? It's way too harsh!"
"I'll decide what's too harsh, Bitch. You know all too well what you've done."
"Um... Don't you mean 'Bitchslut,' instead of 'Bitch?' Sir?"
"No. You have to deserve the name 'Bitchslut.' Right now you don't deserve it so you've been demoted, at least temporarily, back to just plain ol' 'Bitch.' I like fucking Bitchsluts, if they're hot to trot and know how to beg for it, but I won't have anything to do with girls who are just selfish Bitches. Consider this a test. If you fail, well, it was nice knowing you. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."
"SIR! You can't mean it!" That was a real double whammy, because she had come to take great pride in being called "Bitchslut." She knew she was his one and only Bitchslut.
"Bitch, need I remind you that I have a dozen or more other busty vixens that are equal or superior to you in looks, and ALL of them better than you in the sack? Frankly, I don't know why I put up with your shit at all. I guess I'm just soft-hearted, but even I can only take so much." He was exaggerating here about a couple of things, but Heather knew just enough about his real harem to believe everything he said.
"But Sir! Just this morning, you were so kind and loving to me."
"That, in a way, is part of your punishment. As I told you at the time, if you'll recall. I wanted to remind you of what you'll be missing out on if you don't get your act together and be a good, obedient, little sex toy."
There was a pause. She stammered, "But... You can't... Sir, if you're going to punish me, please at least set a time limit! Simone says there's no telling when this might end! Is that correct?"
He was staggered that he could casually refer to the school's head cheerleader as his "good little sex toy" and she wouldn't so much as blink. Both of them knew that, this time, at least, his demeaning talk wasn't just demeaning talk - she really WAS his sex toy, for all intents and purposes, despite her seemingly never-ending rebelliousness.
He replied, "Bitch, whatever Simone tells you is correct and should be treated just like a command coming from me."
Simone was still standing right there and listening intently to the speakerphone. She smiled widely and wolfishly when she heard that.
He went on, "Now, as for the length of your punishment, that's really up to you, isn't it? If you don't like being on the receiving end of punishments, then you should stop EARNING them, period! If you have any other questions, ask Simone! Now, good day!" He slammed down the phone.
Heather sat on her heels staring at the speakerphone in disbelief, listening to the disconnected line tone that echoed throughout the room with terrible finality. She continued pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, because, despite everything that had just happened, she was still incredibly horny. In fact, being dealt with so brusquely and dismissively only increased her arousal.
Simone got up and turned off the speakerphone. The only remaining sound in the room was the squishy noise of Heather's probing fingers.
Heather continued to simply sit there, watching her fingers with puzzlement on her face, as if wondering why they weren't stopping. This is fucked up! He totally blew me off,
hung up on me, and wouldn't even call me "Bitchslut," and I'm still horny?! It's as if I enjoy being treated like some kind of sex toy, and that's obviously bullshit! Maybe it's just hearing his voice and thinking about him... or something.
Simone was watching all this, and thought, Damn, that girl has it bad for him. Thank God I'm not under his spell like she is. I can definitely see the appeal and I love having sex with him, but somehow, seeing the nasty way he treats Heather helps me hold back from getting too involved.
But she could also see that Heather was having a difficult time coping with this punishment, and she did her best to be supportive now that she'd done her duty of giving the bad news. She said, "You know, it's not really THAT bad. Let's say your punishment ends up lasting one week. One week! Pffpht! So what? Before you met him, you went years and YEARS without any anal play whatsoever, and you did just fine. You lived. Besides, it's only your ass that's off limits. The rest of you is still fair game."
"I know..." Heather was forlorn as she continued to stare at her fingers going in and out of her pussy. She was thinking about the old saying: "You don't miss your water until the well runs dry."
Simone continued optimistically, "Heather, if I know one thing about you, it's that you're strong and you're a fighter. If you can't take a little punishment like this, then he's just wasting his time with you and you don't deserve to be one of his playthings. Are you going to sit there and lose your Bitchslut title without a fight? You know that you're the only one of his sex toys that he calls that."
"I know." She smiled proudly at that thought, but quickly reverted back to a sullen pout.
Simone went on, as if leading a pep rally, "The question is, are you going to just sit here and pout day after day until your punishment mercifully ends on its own, or are you going to DO something about it? The Heather I know is a doer. That's one of the things I love about you. You don't put up with whiners. If you're not his favorite 'good little sex toy' right now, then dammit, you go out there and do what needs to be done to become his favorite sex toy again!"
"You're right." She finally pulled her fingers out of her slit and stared at the way the sex fluids on her fingers caught and reflected the lights in her room. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean before looking up at Simone. "But what am I supposed to do?"
Simone answered, "I don't know. But I'm sure that if you put your mind to it, you'll think of something."
Actually, Simone did know, but she had been told not to say. Alan had worked out a sequence of events with Simone that was designed to get Heather to come up with the idea of helping with the football player problem all on her own. If she felt like she was being forced or manipulated into it, she would resist and turn rebellious and not put her heart into it, because that was how she was. Luckily for Alan, he understood how her mind worked, at least in this kind of situation.
Heather was starting to feel a little better, thanks to Simone's pep talk, but she still whined, "But what can I do? He seems to want for nothing! It's just like I was telling my Mom earlier - I'd do anything for him sexually. It pains me to say this, but if he gives me the slightest sign, I'll come running, and with bells on. He knows that."
She surreptitiously played with her clit as she imagined Alan ordering her to suck him off in the middle of a busy school hallway. He's such a cocky fucker, he probably would, too.
Simone was shocked and surprised by those comments. "You told your mother THAT? Helen?! The same Helen you regularly call a controlling, nosy bitch?"
Heather lifted up her head and recalled her earlier conversation with Helen. It seemed so stupid and imprudent now, the things that she had told her. She wanted to slap herself on the side of the head. "Yeah, I guess I did. Stupid Bitch Trainer. God damned anal dildo! That damned thing turns me into a blabbing, blithering idiot, but I can't get enough of it. It's like crack."
Simone quipped, "Ass crack."
Heather chuckled at that, despite her mood. "In any case, no harm, no foul. I might have mentioned one or two things to Mom in a moment of emotional vulnerability, but don't worry, she's basically as clueless as ever."
Mentally changing gears, she pontificated ruefully, "But what can I do? Maybe I could give him more girls? Any of the 'Blondies' will do exactly what I say. Boyfriends are not a problem, not if I put my foot down. Maybe I could even get him Donna, if I manage some clever negotiations with her, and if she's curious about him. I could even arrange an orgy or two, just like that." She snapped her fingers, which were still wet with her pussy juices.
"True," Simone conceded, "But do you think that's what he really wants? Sounds to me like he has more girls than he knows what to do with already. And with his reputation soaring, he could get most of those girls you mention on his own. Besides, do you really want that kind of competition?"
"Hell no! Dammit!" Heather smacked her fist into an open palm. "Then what are my options? ... Hey, what about that problem he's been having with some of the football players? I could help with that."
Simone thought, A-ha! The fish takes the bait! But she said calmly in a dubious tone, "Could you? I thought you told him that you were doing everything that you could with that already."
"I did, and I've busted my back trying to split up the team, but I suppose there's always more I could do, if I pull out all the stops. Do you really think he would like that?"
Simone shrugged, as if unsure. "Depends. Depends on what you've got in mind. More importantly, it depends on whether you're doing it just for you or if you're doing it as your gift to him to make up for all the trouble you've been needlessly giving him. Like he's said more than once, what happens, or doesn't happen, to your rear end is really up to you. So far, you've been pretty self-serving and disloyal, trying to do end runs around him, and me, and look where that's gotten you."
"Simone, it's not that I'm DIS-loyal, not at all. As you can see, I'd be climbing the walls without him. It's just that the status of my relationship with him needs better definition."
Simone had a hard time not chortling at that. She thought, Yeah. Translation: you won't be happy until you have your boot pressing down on the top of his head. But the irony is, if you ever succeeded in that you'd lose all interest in him quickly enough. Why can't you see that?
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