The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 5, Babs & Tiffany: Dining Room, Backyard Scratch, Bath, Day 1, Section 7, Tiffany Confesses to Babs: Piss Mouth Obeisance ¶ Enough! What is it that jars Babs’ sensitivities, probes her forward, and causes her to react viscerally? “You’re pretty willing to pee on other people, how about getting peed on? You like that too?” ¶ Tiffany wrinkles her nose and cringes. “Well I never got peed on… at least, not by somebody else.” ¶ “You never volunteered as a Piss Mouth?” BB asks jokingly. ¶ “I didn’t say that,” Tiffany backpedals. Suddenly befuddled: “Hey, there was a reason I volunteered. Any Slavesex is a Piss Mouth, obviously, but any other Gamer may volunteer. It’s, like, not forbidden, you know?” ¶ “You volunteered Piss Mouth to avoid Slavesex,” Boss Babe projects. ¶ “Something like that,” Tiffany admits. ¶ “Once a Piss Mouth, always a Piss Mouth?” Babs asks. ¶ “Something like that,” Tiffany admits. “Except. It was my own pee that got on me. So it probably doesn’t count.” ¶ “Poor you,” Boss Babe teases. “And now you have the opportunity to make your fans desire you? Piss Mouth for life.” ¶ “Ma’am, oh, Ma’am. That’s very harsh.” Tiffany splashes. ¶ “Maybe you don’t really mean ‘anything legal?’” BB teases. ¶ Tiffany stammers, not expecting this. “Ma’am, yes. Absolutely. I am a Pee-Camer and a Piss Mouth. You can pee on me anytime. Please position me in front of any Cam and in my mouth. Ma’am, please let me Pledge naked and cum be a Stripper next Term!” ¶ ¶ Babs blinks. ¶ Tiffany consoles, “I’ll even clean up, Ma’am.” ¶ “Any other Obeisance you want to tell me about?” BB raises a chin. ¶ Tiffany straightens, and soapy water streams off the ends of her Eraser Heads. “Ma’am, I’ve got ultraviolet ink tattooed into my Eraser Heads. So they glow when I dance with blacklight in the Nugget. And I’ll show you my—” ¶ ¶ ¶ “I know all about your invisible ink,” Babs interrupts, avoiding the remainder. She advances, “So why are you here?” ¶ Tiffany squares shoulders. “Ma’am. Look. I am a Porn Star. Okay, I’m a Wannabe Porn Star. Gamers don’t want me shooting porn right now, so they’ve promoted me. But instead of Opting me Up to Stripper, where I could dance naked and show my stuff, they’ve decided to Double me Up and send me to this place.” ¶ “The Cosmos House,” Babs affirms. ¶ Tiffany elaborates, “Furthermore, Gamers double dress me so that, left undone, I’m a Monitor next Term. Three hops from a Porn Star.” ¶ ¶ “So now you’re a sexually frustrated Cosmos Pledge.” Babs toys with her Pledge. “Is that how it works? Instead of being demoted and cast into the Dungeon. How come you never begged for the chains? You could be a sexually frustrated Slavesex. Yes?” ¶ Tiffany splashes water. “No!” She draws her arms upward, forgetting that her hair is up in a bundle, and touches it with wet hands. Armpits flashing, Eraser Heads cresting waterline. Magnificent. ¶ “You’re still restrained,” Babs reminds her wet and naked Pledge. “Pledge are forbidden to sex, or to play with themselves.” ¶ Tiffany sighs. “What can I say? I love being a Porn Star! I love being a Whore because it’s a great thing to fuck and climax, and ever better when others watch. I love to make love. I love to fuck, and I love to be fucked. I love hugging and kissing, rubbing my body with passion, and sharing experience. Hey, it’s very simple” Tiffany draws back and sits up straight in the tub. “Look. I’m cool turning tricks, but I {do not} want to be tied up and torqued. Restrained, caged, beaten, screwed, gagged and for.ce-fed. I don’t mind twisting and losing it with a guy—on or off camera. But it’s something different when you’re restrained from cumming. Or when you can’t stop. ¶ “Listen,” Tiffany advances. “There are two kinds of Slavesex: prudes and exhibitionists. For the prudes, the worse is to get tied up and fucked. Anally, vaginally, in the mouth. For the exhibitionists, the worse is to get tied up and frustrated. Capisce?” ¶ “Ah, the perils of Slavesex,” Boss Babe mindfully loudmouths, then ventures, “You’re pretty chastised here at the Cosmos House.” ¶ “Right,” Tiffany agrees, “I might be chastised here, but a chastised Slavesex is worse fun. Restrained and unable to masturbate. Getting fo.rced to cum.Totally restrained: sensory deprivation, breath controlled, put into a trance, and then getting one’s stomach and tail pumped while being brought to climax, and then unable to stop cumming? Slavesex isn’t like being a Porn Star or Whoring, where you can climax on your own. Slavesex get Zoned.” ¶ Babs jiggles her boobs. “Well, at least here you are safe.” ¶ Tiffany tosses up hands. “I will try my best, Ma’am; I will do whatever is required to stay away from that place. Now you know my secret, so now you can control me, even though I hate being sexually chastised here at the Cosmos House. But I’ll do for you. I’ll play with myself against Mirror. I’ll masturbate to myself