June 2024 Commission - Chapter 7

(quick note, I realized the commission had asked for red beans, not black beans. so everything should be "red beans" lol)

Kayla got nervous when she entered the same hotel again. The same front desk clerk was there. He glanced up at her but then continued helping his customer. Apprehension gripped her as she wondered if any of the employees knew what Stephanie and her had done behind that closed door, even if they had no idea about the viral video. She pushed those thoughts away as she made her way to the suite in room 404. It had been a cloudy, dreary Saturday afternoon. Quite cozy actually. Kayla bristled with excitement…and also suffered a bout of silent nervous farts walking down the halls, getting closer to 404, wondering if her plan was pushing it too far.

            Nah. She’s a bitch. If anything, she would love this.

            After Kayla knocked, Stephanie opened the door. Her hair was up in a ponytail this time, with a single strand of her flaming red hair hovering in front of her face. She wore that sexy damn smirk as before, one that told Kayla she was ready to dominate. She glanced down at the large red Tupperware that Kayla was carrying in her hands – one filled with brownies.

            Without a word, Stephanie let her in. Kayla’s nerves eased a bit once she passed that threshold, but then worried again thinking about if Stephanie would somehow read her mind and throw the whole plan in the water.

            Kayla had bided her time before this next session – over a month actually. She first taught herself how to tie someone up to the bedposts like how Stephanie did to her. Then, she learned how to bake brownies. And after that, she devised a fantasy she told ScarletFox about.

            I always wanted this roleplay…it’s where someone else and I eat desert together and we act all cutesy. But then things get rough when the other person keeps stuffing me with the desert and tells me to keep eating. It’s weird. Idk. You know how it is. It could be anything. Cinnamon buns. Cookies. Brownies…

            Stephanie had not thought much of it – she was eager only to treat Kayla like shit and be the dom.

            But unbeknownst to her, Kayla had spiked the brownies with Mary’s special weed.

            Kayla made sure to bake them in a way to discern the normal brownies from the spiked brownies – she marked the spiked ones with sprinkles and the normal ones with chocolate chips. If anything, Kayla could put down a sprinkled one and say she preferred the chocolate chips.

            Stephanie wore a tight blouse with blue jeans. Kayla kept glancing at them as she sat on the bed to get ready for her to livestream. They were going to be perfect for what was going to happen. She imagined the waistline on those jeans getting tighter…and tighter…until they—

            “Hey, moron, we’re starting.”

            Kayla snapped out of it. They had started livestreaming. Kayla nodded and they went ahead with the roleplay – something simple about treating themselves to brownies after a study session. Kayla could tell Stephanie was well-versed in roleplay, as her acting ability was so natural that Kayla herself forgot for a moment what they were doing. Nothing Stephanie did sounded or looked forced. No wonder she could easily switch between sweet and spice at the drop of a hat.

            Stephanie bit into the first spiked brownie. She murmured with interest and said, “Shit, these are really good.”

            “Special recipe,” Kayla said, unable to hide her smirk.

            She watched with bristling anticipation as Stephanie downed the spiked brownies without a second thought. It became apparent to Stephanie that Kayla was staring at her. With a full mouth, she said, “Wot?”

            “Nothing.”

            Eventually, they got into the “plot” of the roleplay as Stephanie began teasing and bullying Kayla, stuffing the brownies into her mouth. She was about to pick up a spiked one when Kayla, heart pounding, protested, “No, wait! I like the chocolate chips!”

            Stephanie raised a brow. Then said, “Oh yeah? You like chocolate chips. I’ll give you fucking chocolate chips.”

            To Kayla’s relief, Stephanie then only stuffed her mouth with the chocolate chip brownies.

            Kayla got a tiny bit full, and was starting to get worried to see that they were running out of chocolate chip brownies, when Mary’s special strain of weed started to kick in.

            Stephanie was about to put another brownie to Kayla’s mouth when she stopped, blinked a couple times, and said, “Whoa. Your face did something weird…”

            “What are you talking about?”

            “It’s like…so long.” Stephanie snickered, as if holding back a laugh. Then she couldn’t help but bawl into laughter.

 Kayla coyly played into it. “What’s the matter with you? Why aren’t you feeding me?”

            Stephanie fell back into the bed and gazed up at the ceiling with a dumb smile on her face. “Aw man…I have to lay down for a second. Can you stop the stream?”

            Kayla walked over to the phone. She only pretended to, but was curious to see how people were reacting. Stephanie’s followers were wondering what was going on. Kayla smirked at the camera before taking out rope from her backpack. Last time she was with Stephanie she had brought a small knapsack. She wondered if Stephanie would inquire about the backpack, but she hadn’t, and now she was too dazed to really pay attention to anything. Kayla whipped out a small pot with a handle that she managed to stuff into her backpack, along with cans of red pinto beans.

After getting all the rope, she pulled Stephanie by the wrists closer to the bed frame.

            “Watcha doin’?” Stephanie asked.

            “I wanted to try something.”

            She began wrapping the rope around Stephanie’s wrists and was surprised by how quickly her muscle memory kicked in. She had successfully remembered the knot used to tie one’s wrist to a bed post. Stephanie glanced at her wrist and slowly started to realize what was going on. She scoffed in disbelief. “Wait, what’s going on?”

            After tying up her other wrist, Kayla took out a couple cans of Coors from her backpack. She wished she had brought more but she was a poor college student after all and could only afford a small pack of Coors on top of all these other supplies. They had better be worth it. She chose Coors out of the association between it and college frat life. She wanted to reduce Stephanie to nothing more than a fat frat pig.

            “Drink up…” Kayla said, snapping the can open and shoving it in Stephanie’s mouth. She felt the need to add awkwardly at the end, “…bitch.” She wasn’t very good at being assertive, but she still felt the thrill of acing this way – this rush in her entire body that seemingly controlled her movements without her thinking about them.

Stephanie gagged and beer dribbled down her shirt. She finally shouted, “What the fuck? Wait. What are you doing?”

            Kayla thought about cooking the red beans now, but she shoved the thought aside and felt her eyes light up with gleaming terror as she opened another can of Coors and shoved its contents down Stephanie’s mouth. Stephanie moaned, closing her eyes, but swallowed.

            Stephanie was about to speak but held in a burp. Kayla heard the deep growl inside her throat, and suddenly Stephanie looked worried – very, very, worried. Her eyes had widened like an animal in distressed. Kayla would never forget that look. It fed her power. She felt high on it, and wondered if this was what Stephanie felt when she force-fed people.

            “Aw, what’s the matter?” Kayla said. “You need to burp?”

            Stephanie shook her head violently. She blushed – she actually fucking blushed. “No!”

            “Are you sure about that?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Then you won’t mind having another one?”

            “I mean—wait—”

            Kayla already shoved the can to her mouth, this time using her other hand to force Stephanie’s mouth wide open so she had no choice but to chug it in gulps. Once Stephanie finished, Kayla again teased her. “Need to burp?”

            Stephanie’s voice came out weakly. She struggled to hold it in. “No…”

            “Because if you do, I better hear it. It’s not good to keep it in.”

            Kayla reached over to pat Stephanie on the back. She whacked her hard to really get her to burp. Stephanie’s eyes widened again as if saying “Oh no!”.

            She let out a roar.

BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

            The sound was absolutely disgusting – something a frat boy would do.

            Kayla patted her gently this time. “There we go. Was that so hard?”

            Stephanie moaned a little. She looked absolutely horrified at burping so loud. Her face flushed and she moaned, trying to squirm her wrists free.

            “That was so fucking loud too,” Kayla said. “I didn’t know you could burp like that.”

            “I-I don’t.”

            “What do you mean you don’t?” Kayla sneered. “You just did.”

            “I-I mean, I don’t normally…burp that loud.”

            Kayla snickered. She looked over to the mini kitchen in the suite, then back at Stephanie.

            “I hope you’re hungry.”