Chapter 22 - Bachelorette Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Chapter 22 - Bachelorette Pt. 09

... deep red as Callie treated me like an object in front of Angie. One of her fingers pressed down, parting my labia. I inhaled sharply at the feeling of her finger there. Callie smirked a bit more and looked at Angie "She's really wet too."

Angie blinked, squirming, staring wide-eyed.

Callie pushed a finger into me and started to slowly finger me, making a show of it in front of Angie. I wimpered, moaning softly. Callie laughed at me a bit, looking at Angie as she kept fingering me. "The slut likes it."

Angie stammered "I -- I can't believe this is happening... April, is this ok with you?"

Callie suddenly thrust her finger hard up into me and held it there, staring into my eyes. "Her safe word is peanut butter. Unless she says those words or nods yes if I ask if she wans some peanut butter, she'll let me do anything I want with her. Isn't that right slut?"

I squirmed on her finger, nodding my head yes.

Callie demanded harshly "Answer me slut. And address me as Miss."

I wimpered moaning deeply "Y-yes Miss Callie."

Callie turned to look at Angie, her finger still deep inside me "See? She likes it."

Angie bit her lip, turning deep crimson and said nothing.

Callie picked up her bag that she had put down next to her, slipped her finger out of me and commanded "Lead me to your bedroom bitch."

I turned and started to walk to my bedroom, the two of them following me. I suddenly yelped as Callie slapped my ass as I walked and exclaimed "Doesn't she ...

... have the sexiest, tight ass? Must be all that running." I whimpered and kept walking, leading them into my bedroom.

As soon as we were in the bedroom Callie demand "Get on your knees by the bed, hands behind your back."

I lowered myself to my knees and placed my hands behind my back, looking up at Callie as she walked around in front of me and stood above me. She looked over at Angie. "Have you submitted or seen someone submit like this before?"

Angie shook her head nervously no.

"Well, we need a name for her. I'll let you decide. What should it be? Slut? Bitch? Toy? Pet?"

Angie blinked. "I, um, I don't know .... Pet I guess?"

Callie grinned down at me. "You heard her. Your name is now Pet. You will refer to me as Miss Callie and her as Miss, what's your name?"

Angie whispered "A-angie -- she doesn't need to call me, um, Miss though."

Callie chuckled "Oh, but she does. A pet like her is the lowest in the room. All other women here are Miss to her."

Callie looked down at me, smirking "Do you want any peanut butter? If not, we're going to start."

I shook my head slightly no.

Callie grinned, saying "Very good Pet" as she sat on the bed. "Now turn and get on your hands and knees in front of me facing Miss Angie."

I moved, lowering myself to my hands and knees, my back a bit lower than the edge of the bed now. Callie lifted her feet and rested them on me, using me as her footstool. She looked at Angie and said "So, Angie, tell me a bit about ...