"You know how to make toast, right?"
*SMACK
*
Rebecca followed up the rhetorical question with a firm slap to his ass as she walked by and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Make two pieces for me, lightly buttered. Do
not
burn them. If I see even a speck of black, you overcooked them. Make yourself something too. We have toast, cereal, fruit, oatmeal..."
Her voice trailed off and she was already lost in a text book; presumably studying for an exam. Rebecca's smack stung, but that level of discomfort was nothing compared to what he'd experienced the last two nights. It felt almost gentle by comparison.
Rebecca had kept Zack trapped in the thick, latex bimbo suit all night. His arms were still stiff from being locked behind his back. She had fucked his sore ass with several strapons and then drifted off to sleep, but not before abusing his already raw tongue to many blissful orgasms.
She seemed to enjoy that session even more than the previous night's, gleefully reminding him that he'd been gang-banged by her entire sorority. Rebecca had mocked him endlessly, telling him he would be AOE's designated party slave and his future would be a nonstop procession of bondage, getting fucked, sucking cock and eating pussy.
It had been a long night, but Zack was grateful to be free of his bondage and freshly showered. As he stood in his boxers and opened a bag of white sandwich bread, he was thankful for the reprieve; and for the fact that he would be cut loose later that day.
Zack placed four pieces of bread in the toaster and pushed down the lever. He turned, folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. The lack of light from the windows revealed it was overcast and not nearly as nice as the previous day. Rebecca was dressed in a red, long sleeve top and black leather skirt in addition to her customary leather boots. Sasha was nowhere to be seen.
"I assume Sasha is preparing for your little play date" Rebecca said suddenly, as if reading his mind. "I'll be leaving you in her care this afternoon."
"I don't have to dress like a woman again, do I?"
Rebecca set down her book, turning to him and raising an eyebrow. Her expression changed to devilish amusement as she noted Zack had a special distaste for feminization. "No, I think we'll spare you that today. The bimbo suit needs a chance to dry out anyway. You'll be wearing your regular gimp suit this afternoon."
"Awesome" Zack replied in deadpan fashion, now looking at the floor.
"You really have no idea how many men would love to be in your shoes, do you Zack?"
"That doesn't really matter when
I
don't want to be in these shoes, does it,
Mistress
Rebecca?" He spat out the second to last word like it was poison.
Rebecca noted his insolence as she returned to her book. "I'll punish you for that later. Mind the toast."
Zack turned and saw that the toast had already turned a nice, golden brown. Left any longer, they would've begun to burn. He flipped the handle up manually, collected the toast and set to buttering each slice. He then grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator and moved to the table, setting the plate of toast down between himself and the blonde she-devil.
Rebecca set her book aside and immediately grabbed a piece, biting into it with a light crunch and drinking some of her orange juice. She offered Zack a pitying gaze as he bit into a slice as well.
"Sasha hasn't told me what she has planned for you, but knowing her it will involve at least one of her boyfriends."
Zack stopped chewing immediately. He looked up and probed her to see if he was being trolled. Sadly, her demeanor was dead serious.
"I hope you're thirsty."
* * * * *
A few hours and many painful strikes with a leather riding crop later, Zack found himself in front of Sasha's door as Rebecca knocked on it repeatedly. He was sealed neck to toe in black latex once again. The rubber costume still felt gross to put on, but at least it had a chance to dry out since Friday night. She hadn't forced him to wear a hood this time, but he was confident there was one in the bag of items Rebecca was carrying.
"Hey! Are you in there?!?" Rebecca's knocks turned to pounding as the music emanating from behind the door clued them in to Sasha's obliviousness. "Cmon Sasha! I haven't got all day!"
Finally the volume of the music lowered and they heard footsteps approach.
"Hey!" Sasha exclaimed as the door swung open. "Sorry, I was getting my groove on!"
Sasha was wearing blue short-shorts, a pink sports jersey and her usual cheerful expression. She danced a bit back and forth, showing off her moves and failing to impress her roommate.
Rebecca yanked the leather leash connected to the O-ring on Zack's collar and held it out to Sasha. Sasha went to reach for it and Rebecca immediately pulled back.
"Ground rules."
"Rules? Ughhh... seriously?" The red head pouted.
"Yes. Number one, he's to remain in his gimp suit. Number two, no permanent marks or scars. Only I'm allowed to do that."
Sasha crossed her arms under her breasts, her eyes rolling up in annoyance.
"Number three, if you allow him to cum, he must be in a submissive position and his ass must be plugged. I don't care what you use, but I'm trying to re-wire him. That's crucial. Agreed?"
Sasha dropped her arms and then reached out for the leash. "Agreed!"
"Good. Here's the items you wanted along with a hood to complete his suit." Rebecca held out the bag which Sasha took possession of along with Zack's leash.
"If you need anything, call me. I'm going out for a bit."
"I thought you needed to study?"
"I do, but I need to chill first. I'm going for a walk. Maybe I'll catch a movie. If I hang around here, I'm just going to wonder what kind of pervy shit you're doing with him. I need to clear my head."
