Back at UCSD, whenever her fantasies of submission would overwhelm her ability to think clearly, Panda would lock herself in her dorm room and stream BDSM videos online. She loved watching Tia Ling, her favorite porn star, serve as an obedient fuck doll to both male and female doms. Tia's appearance was similar to her own, making it easy for her to envision herself as the compliant slave in these scorching scenes.
But no matter how much she enjoyed herself, no matter how glorious her climax, as Panda came down from her orgasmic high, she became wracked with guilt. She would imagine the pain and humiliation Tia must have endured to get her off, and she hated herself for taking pleasure in her degradation. Regardless, every week or so she found herself lying in bed masturbating to Tia's newest scene.
She was disturbed, and she constantly struggled with the internal dichotomy of her perverse curiosities and crushing guilt.
Now, as Jenn's fingers nimbly assuaged her juicy, post-climactic hole, that same shame rushed back to her. Only this shame, at having witnessed her cousin submit to an omnipotent master, was ten times greater than anything she had ever experienced. She felt tears begin to swell in her eyes, but she dared not open them. She did want to witness any more than she already had.
Panda allowed her ears to keep her informed. She heard Jason walk towards the door that Mokie had just slammed shut. He knocked firmly, three times.
"Slave," he addressed Mokie through the door. "I have a gift for you under the bed. I want you to put it between your teeth and crawl out here. You have one minute."
Initially, Panda could not hear any response. She wondered if Mokie was too afraid to come out into the room with her cousin present. But then, a shuffling could clearly be heard coming from Mokie's room, and the door clicked open.
Against her will, Panda's curiosity peaked, and she opened her eyes. She had to know what this "gift" was.
Mokie crawled through the doorway, her head held low, with a long rider's crop tucked between her teeth. Her every movement was wobbly, not from fatigue, but from fear and embarrassment.
Jason gently directed her. "Crawl over to your mistress, slave."
Mokie did not want to give Panda any clearer a look than she already had. However, given the new pain-inflicting implement tucked between her teeth, she did not want to give them cause to use it.
Shakily, she made her way towards the two girls, the smell of sex oozing from between Panda's legs becoming more obvious the closer she came.
Jenn removed her hand from between Panda's legs, allowing her skirt to fall back into place. Panda grasped the back of the chair for leverage as Jenn approached her slave. She grabbed the handle of the crop and removed it from Mokie's chattering teeth.
Panda looked down at her cousin. It was as if she had never known who she truly was until tonight, and while she respected Mokie for exploring her fantasies, she knew instantly this was not something she wanted for herself.
Jenn traced her tip of the crop down Mokie's spine. With every miniscule graze of leather against skin, Mokie flinched and gasped, expecting the worst. Jenn chuckled as her painless flecks caused severe anxiety to her slave.
Mokie steadied her nerves just long enough to beg.
"Please!" she cried, her trepidation discernible in her wavering voice. "Please, mistress. Not in front of my cousin."
"Your cousin can leave if she likes, although I think she enjoyed herself watching you demonstrate who you truly are." Jenn offered her odiferous fingers to Mokie as proof.
"Panda, please," Mokie whimpered. Her request seemed to exhaust every last ounce of energy remaining in her resistance. "Please go."
"I think she wants to stay," Jenn insisted, running the crop up Mokie's spine as a warning.
"No!" Panda said sharply. Having gained the attention of Jenn and Jason, she immediately quieted her tone. "I want to go."
"Well, I can't keep you against your will," Jen said. "Needless to say, it is probably in the best interest of your cousin if you do not say anything about this to anyone."
"I know. Sorry, Mokie. I am going to try to catch that last train." It was a stupid thing to say given the situation, but she thought it would add some normalcy to this surreal experience.
Mokie just sniffled, refusing to lift her cum-covered visage to say goodbye.
Panda, ever the mediator, thought that perhaps she should try to reassure Mokie that she would not judge her. "Mokie," she said. "Please know that I respect you for allowing yourself to be what you want to be. I just realized that this is not what I want for myself, that's all."
Mokie sobbed, wanting to scream her innocence, explain the whole situation. But she realized acquiescence was the easiest and fastest way out. "I understand," she whimpered.
As Panda grabbed her bag and scurried out the door, Jenn said "Hey, wait up!" Panda turned just in time to see Jenn toss her the cell phone she was missing. "Can't forget that!"
"Thank you," she said, her gratuity towards Jenn adding more salt to Mokie's wounds.
Panda closed the door and left the other three silent, except for Mokie's incessant sniffling. Jenn chuckled as she circled her pet, letting the crop tap randomly along Mokie's shoulders, back and ass. The cool leather startled against her hot, sweaty skin with each brush.
Mokie was on the verge of a complete breakdown. Her cousin, her confidant and best friend, had just witnessed her submit fully to this blackmailing tandem, and was now of the impression that she was a willing sex toy for their amusement. As she remained on her hands and knees, this horrible reality continued to sink in deeper.
Jason could sense that Mokie was about to enter into a depression from which she might not return, especially if Jenn continued taunting her with the crop. Somehow, despite everything she had been through this last week, he only now began to feel a hint of compassion. She had never before demonstrated such intense sorrow.
In an instant, Jason lurched from his chair and grabbed the crop from Jenn's hand.
"Enough," he said. Jenn could tell he was serious, but did not understand why. The look in his eyes warned her against protesting.
"Mokie," he said, using her name for the first time in what seemed like ages. "Go take a shower. Clean yourself up."
