Storiesonline.net ------- Domestic Discipline by Amanda Serve Copyright© 2010 by Amanda Serve ------- Description: A single mother who is more than a bitch realizes she needs structured domestic discipline and that it would also help her bratty daughter, to change their true wicked nature. (Slow build up) Codes: Mf FF ff Ff Mult lolita reluc Blkm inc mother dau span BD humil poly mastrb lac ws enem exhib 2nd prost nud ------- ------- Chapter 1: How it all began I remember it because Lindsay Lohan was on the tube, she was crying because all she had to do was spend a few weeks (after negotiations) in a jail cell. Three square meals, visitors, nice clean clothes, compared to what was in store for us, that was cake. I didn't know it at the time though, and I really didn't pay attention to the news story. I was coming in from the final day of 8th grade, soon I'd be off to high school and a whole new world after a summer of derping around the house, computers, boys, whatever. My mom was sitting on the floor, when I got home. She seemed to be lost in thought, and she was dressed in a denim mini and a green tube top. This was pretty weird, I said "What the fuck?" She looked up at me, and said "Sit down, I've got something I need to tell you. It's not going to be easy and when we get where we are going next week It's going to make a lot more sense to you. She almost started to tear up. In fourteen years of living with her as my only parent, I never seen her cry. She has always been tough, take no shit from anyone, sort of like a Xena the Warrior Princess except in real life. Always ready to put her finger in someones face and tell them to 'fuck off' even me. I started to sit in a chair and she told me, to come down on the floor, that it was important I "get used to it". I looked at her like she was at crazy at first, but what the hell, it seemed almost funny, so I did. What she laid out to me, was her plan for the summer and possibly the rest of her life. That included 'fixing mistakes made' with me. I can't remember exactly what was said, and how it was said because by the end we were both tearing up. I'll do my best to hit the highlights for you, because I am sure you are anxious to get to the fappable material of my story, when you understand why we went to Arkansas, you may just fap all that harder, and I hope you do. ------- Chapter 2: The reason for the season My mom began to lay out for me the details of her life. You ever heard of Joy from "My Name is Earl", well that is basically my mom except in real life. She grew up with mean spirited older brothers who wrestled her to the ground, pulled her hair, indian arm burns, pink bellies, noogies all that jazz until she hit puberty. At which point, she learned to put these 200+ pound redneck boys in their place with just a stare and a harsh word or two. She could pull of the bitch mode like none other. This was not news to me, I was proud that she could put people in their place. Having grown up with her bark, I knew that her bite wasn't as bad, and had grown used to her attitude and putting a finger in my face, so it didn't phase me like it did others. She went into great detail about how she undermined her stepdads and how she always hated the "Do as I say, not as I do" mentality of these ogres stomping around their trailer. Holding her to a standard even she wouldn't do. She said "That is the moment when I officially lost all respect for men everywhere". She talked about how people thought it was 'cute' she was so sassy and seemed to give her a wide degree of freedom which only reinforced her treating every relationship with a boy the same way. It wasn't that she used her body to get what she wanted, it was that she used the promise of her body to get what she wanted without actually giving it to them. It was more than just a 'tease' it was torment and passive aggressive control. "Whoever wants the other person least in a relationship, controls the relationship". She explained how before she had me, she fell into working as a stripper. She was hot back in her twenties, and she didn't understand how demeaning or humiliating it was, because she had no concept of that. To her, this was just easy money taken from sad and lonely men who didn't know they should probably spend that 60-80 bucks they just wasted on a 'sofa dance' on a nice dinner for the woman at home. My mom told me she used to wear body glitter and vanilla fields perfume and purposely rub on guys, it was no skin off her nose she said. She didn't even think about how these strangers were rubbing on her, instead she focused on how funny it will be for them to explain this when their wife notices when she gets home. She explained that when she danced, she was a leader, and said that she saw the same traits in me. "People gravitate to you, want to be like you, and you push them away just like I did" she looked me in the eye, flashing her pale blue eyes at me. Some how they didn't seem as menacing as she kept glancing down at hand written notes and back up at me. "It's obvious you prepared this, you want me to just read what you wrote?" I asked trying to skip ahead. "NO!" she got upset, but then controlled herself "Sorry ... it's important I say these things out loud to you, because afterwards there are going to be some changes and while you may not agree with them, you may even think they are stupid and pointless, but I want you to know ... that no matter what happens, I love you and this will make us both stronger." "Ch-ch-ch-cheeeeeeeese" I said, making one of our many inside jokes, when someone says something mushy. She just rolled her eyes and told me to laugh it up while I could before continuing. "When I danced, I used to put my finger in some guys face, and demand "You want a dance, Fucker?" and if he didn't, I'd make him feel like a small dicked loser. My mom cussed and so did I, but this was a little more graphic than I was used too, I hung on every word. "I didn't realize these were the customers, they were my bread and butter, to me this wasn't even about money, it was about control and power and I just didn't realize it at the time. Heck ... I'd even put my butt an inch from their face, then let out a tiny silent fart and turn my head back around and look at them and ask if they liked the dance so far, acting like I didn't fart ... just to make them squirm and have to tell me they liked it..." I laughed "Gross ... thats funny though" I said. I've been around the internet, I know that some guys are even into that, but it's still funny. "Yeah the other girls thought so too, I got them to do it as well ... they wanted to dress like me, dance like me ... every club has sort of an alpha girl that the others try to borrow their style from ... except it just enraged me instead of flattered me. I'd see a pretty young girl who dared wear a white angelic style outfit like mine, her self-esteem at that delicate "newbie" wet behind the ears stage, and rather than go to her and say how I am a little flattered, but that she shouldn't copy me, or some other way of handling it, I'd go off raging and get her fired, bring it to a dramatic "Her or me!!!" conclusion, and the managers would let me be the Queen Bee and fire the new girl or move her to dayshift. "Haha, damn right!" I agreed with my mom. She just seemed to be in a bad mood, as if that wasn't the reaction she hoped for. "If the girls did the opposite, tried to be NOT like me, that pissed me off more ... who were they to think their style was better than mine? So that brought out the same reaction, I'd begin laughing at how trailer park they were, and mocking them for having no class and bending like a pretzel. "Hey if a proctology class is ever in session, you'd be a good volunteer, but honey that aint dancing". I'd say as if my prancing around the stage was some kind of rare treat. In truth, I just sort of walked slowly around the stage without putting much effort into it ... when you are twenty and hot, thats really all you need to do... My mom listed off dozens of things she did to her own mom (my nosy gramma) about slamming the door in her face when my gramma offered her unsolicted advice. About controlling relationships, and how she enjoyed hurting people. She actually thought she was doing them a favor, perhaps toughening them up. "Remember that guy a few weeks ago, Alvin?" my mom described a man she met off match.com. At my grandmothers insistance my mom met the 'nicest' guy she could off match. He was into computer games and babylon five and all the things my mom is not into. We used to have a good laugh about him and I called him a "Little Troll" because he stood about 5'8 (which I am only 5'4 but hey I am 14, almost 15 ... so ... I got time, he is like way old, in his thirties... ) Anyway, after a few dates my mom told him to basically "Fuck Off" and when he came to our apartment tears in his eyes with a card, my mom laughed and said "Watch this", then she tore open our door like an unholy demon filled with rage, ripped to shreds the card he held in his hand, slammed the door in his face and then we laughed and laughed. He stood out there for a good 15 minutes before getting in his car to continue to cry, all the while my mom was saying "This was the best part of dating that looooser". Then she got to me. She started to list all the things I do that are wrong. I tried to defend myself and say that she never had a problem with me being lazy. Our apartment is a one bedroom efficiency in a converted motel. It smells like ass and lysol (mostly because my mom babysat for some extra cash and the diaper smell you can't get rid of). Old legos and paper plates all over the brown stained carpet, bean bag chair and busted up old computer. You get the idea. We aren't exactly Martha Stewart and my mom never enforced 'chores' as had been done to her as a kid. She said "You'll have time for that later, for now just understand that my influence on you has been greater than even I want to admit. I've turned you into mini-me." She listed off the time I tricked a fat kid into buying me a ticket to a rally and then me and a friend of mine ditched him and how funny I thought that was. She mentioned the time recently we bumped into a nice old man at the mall, who called us 'Sisters' and I distinctly remember my mom sort of wincing at that. He was just being polite though, we do look a lot like in the face. Pale skin, we both have our hair dyed black, freckles ... thin bodies, you can tell we are irish descent thats for sure. He told us how I reminded him of his grand daughter, and I managed to soak him not only for free chinese food, but two pairs of jeans at Pac Sun. I thought my mom was proud of how I did that, and laughing with me, but she said it only confirmed the fears she had. That these mistakes had to be undone. ------- Chapter 3: Fap Time? This is the part of the story you may want to take your cock out if its not already. I hope you do. My mom pointed to an outfit like hers on the floor and said "Put this on and hand me your old clothes." "Why?" I asked. "We are going to live under new rules. In a weeks time, we are going to move out of this place." "Yay!" I said in mock happiness "We are getting out of here!! oh wait ... new rules?" the last part in a sort of comedic, "What you talking bout willis?" another one of our inside jokes that she failed to register. Seeing she was serious, I crinkled my nose, pouted my lip and said "Fine ... I'll put on these trailer park duds, but I want answers..." figuring I'd play her game. It seemed almost fun. I stripped out of my skinny jeans and ironic t-shirt, I think it was one of a ketchup bottle on a Ketchup bottle and it said "Yo Dawg, I herd u liek Ketchup, so I put Ketchup in your Ketchup, so you can eat Ketchup, while you eat Ketchup". It was the last time I ever saw that shirt. She put my clothes in the garbage, and insisted I hand over my panties and bra, noticing "You poop striped these panties? What are you like 9 years old?" I laughed "Look, sometimes I am in a hurry..." which is true, I didnt really care about them, even though she has told me about it a dozen times how embarressing it is when we go to the laundromat and she has to apply stain remover to them since people think they are hers. "Don't rage ... don't rage..." I said as I slip from nude into the short skirt and half-top that was on the ground "Jeez, this is a little small ... ya think" pointing to the back where about an inch of my crack was showing. I joked "Riley?" that was a friend of mine who wore those low-rise jeans with a few inches of crack showing for attention. It was another inside joke of ours anytime we saw a plumber or someone with a little crack on display. My mom was serious though. She laid it out for me. Over the last six weeks she had been on the internet, chatting online. I thought with some other 'nice guy' since we didn't even have a phone (white trash priorities, have cable and internet but not a phone). Working with a man she called her "Trainer" she came to the conclusion that we both needed to live by new rules and that we would be better for it. She told me about a time she left a few months ago, I thought to go on a trip while I stayed with my gramma. It turns out she had been paid off craigslist to go do 'Pro-Subbie" work where she was disciplined, spanked and paddled, and at first she thought they were crazy and she needed the 1000 bucks. It turns out that after she got back, she said her attitude changed. Her bitch button had been 'reset' but slowly as the memories of that experience, with the structure at that old mans house faded, she reverted back to "her natural vindictive, lazy, mean spirited, selfish self." She realized that the solution to her nature, was to have her bitch button held down perhaps permanently. I immediately asked "So what does that mean to ME!!!" it was a statement not a question. She laughed "I thought you'd wonder how that affects you ... thats what I would have done, not really listened to what happened to the other person ... well my dear, don't worry ... a lot of that time was spent talking about how you would fit in there." She explained how there was already a woman named Linda living there. Linda had a younger daughter named Jordan who was in training. That at first my mom was horrified, but soon discovered that it was not as harsh as she imagined, it was more like a tough love program. "There are phases to the training" she explained, that she would be at the higher end phase because she is further gone and a full on bitch, while there is still hope for me, and that I would be learning the basics of humility, patience, endurance, and obedience and undoing the effect she had on me. "WTF?" I had a tendency to say things in chatspeak out loud and she smiled and continued to explain. "At first, we were just going to have you be as you are ... the more we talked about how things are at his house, it's domestic discipline, its orderly ... he keeps the womenfolk in line ... the three of us females would have to be quiet and patient, meanwhile you would have been an ass, in your natural state ... it was decided, if this is going to help me change, that a program could be instituted that would help you, without going so far as to fuck you up." "Fuck me up?" I was truly getting worried, sitting on the floor in this miniskirt with my mom dressed the same. "Yeah, ... a lot of thought went into setting limits and expectations clearly, so that you are only exposed to what you are going to need to be, and not the more advanced aspects that you are not ready for ... if you work hard at this, you will be done and be able to live like Linda and Jordan do until you are 18 and ready to move out?" "And if I don't want too do that?" "Well, we could get kicked out or worse ... I really don't want to go into consequences with you of not complying before I talk about what they want you to do in the first place..." She began to lay out the time line. For the next week, we were to make some changes to our way of talking, walking, sleeping, dressing, and behavior. This was my mom said, going to make it much easier down the road. Then, we were to get on a bus to arkansas, where we would live by a budget and check in regularly with our 'trainer' until we got there. Once we get there, we'd be there for the entire summer on a 'trial' basis. If we can prove this training is effective on us, and everyone is comfortable enough with the changes, then we stay permently. This apartment would be toast. My mom would pay up the rent for about a month, but she said after that, she is going to have to wing it that the trial is going to work. "Turning back will not be an easy option and thats part of why he wants us to start now ... people we know ... people who would never believe you or I are willing to be put in our place, will find out about these changes, and before we leave, we are going to unlock the apartment, put a sign on the door and let people come in and take our stuff, and we are going to give it to them willingly ... we have to learn not to covet possesions and material items ... we took for granted the comforts they provide..." She went on and on, and I eventually chatted with the trainer that night. I am not sure why, perhaps it was partly morbid curiousity to see if this was an elaborate "Punk'd" and Ashton Kutcher was going to pop out, or perhaps it was more to see if instead of freaking out like she expected I just sort of said "Sure ... thats cool" I could get a rise out of her. ------- Chapter 4: The neighbors Kevin and Sheila find out. Remember when I said you may want to get your dick out to fap? Did you? Flash forward almost a full day, my mom had gone over everything with me, more than a few times but this experience sort of drilled it into my head that she wasn't kidding. Our neighbors Kevin and Sheila are over at our house. Kevin is a typical mustached guy in his fourties, looks like a hippy from the sixties whose losing his hair and Sheila is basically this fat sort of white trash. Kevin's eyes are popping out of his head, Sheila is pale but almost grinning as if "This better be good" she knew my mom had this idea to do topless house cleaning at one point through craigslist, although my mom never followed through, so she figured this was another of her schemes. My mom invited them in, her and I were both standing in the center of our dirty apartment fully naked except for dog collars she had bought at the super market. She said "Please sit down" offering them a folding chair and bean bag chair that usualy her and I sat on when we had guests. "We prefer to stand for now until you hear us out ... the reason you are invited over, as you can see we've made some changes ... first I hope our nudity doesn't offend you, Sir?" Kevin stumbled out 'no no ... its your house..." my mom seemed almost disappointed he wasn't offended. "All of our lives, we have taken for granted our clothing, used it to cover our bodies, to tease and to take comfort in privacy ... we're realizing that we took for granted those priveledges, and so at home we are generally required to be naked, and even when we get clothing it has to be humbling trailer park slut clothes..." "Required? Who requires it?" Sheila asked almost playfully. "My Trainer, Ma'am ... he is the one who identified the changes we need to make ... changes we would like to show you if you will not be offended?" "Whats with the ma'am stuff, just last week you were calling me a lazy cow, and why would we be offended?" "I apologize for that ma'am, my bad behavior, my anger and rage, my mocking my betters, that is part of the reason I need this training, and to refer to you as my superior and show respect ... and the reason you may be offended, is that for the training to be effective on a prideful female mind like ours, it has to be humbling and disarm us of our uppity ways, ma'am" "I am sorry ... but I can't hold this question any longer, I didn't want to say anything but you've got your daughter here with you doing this, thats sick, you don't care if my husband sees her bare ... everything ... tush ... boobs ... the whole enchilada?" "I do care, Ma'am, it embarresses us both, I've done a horrible job raising her, and now she has to pay for that through some suffering, but I would not have invited you here like this if I felt that you and Kevin had never seen an ass, titties or pussies ... if you would like though, she can dress for your visit." "No thats fine ... I just ... don't really get it." "That is why I am going to patiently explain it to you by demonstrations over the next hour ... I would like to ask that you take one picture of us at each demonstration" Mom said while handing them a camera. "To prove that we are actually doing this ... we both lie all the time, we aren't trustworthy, and my trainer knows that, so he requires proof ... if you would be kind enough to do this for us, so he will be satisfied, I do not have to invite over the Garcias..." she let that hang out there. The Garcias are a mexican family of eight or so, that wasn't going to be fun if they came here, they barely speak english, and their kids are like a walking disaster zone. I would have expected Sheila to have asked that first question right as soon as she walked in and saw me standing at attention totally naked. It was hard not to smile a goofy smile and be totally serious. I could feel Kevin's eyes looking up and down me. My boobs were about as big as my moms, just perkier. She had me beat in the butt area though, black guys loved her bubble butt, and all I had was two little bumps back there... They seemed actually to be taking this with a good sense of humor, that me and my mom genuinely wanted to change our behavior. It didn't take much convincing for my mom to go over the several times she's borrowed something and not gave it back (We gave most of what we still had of theirs back) and talked about them to their face. One thing about my mom though, she didn't talk behind peoples backs, if she had something nasty to say to you, she'd have said it right to you. "Alright Toy, first demonstration..." that was my new name, she explained we have to accept our new life, changing what we were before, so there would be no old names used or responded too. "Right ... uh Joy ... which one is that... ?" I asked almost playfully. My moms new name was ironically ripped from the trailer park bitch from my name is Earl that seemed so much like her, and perhaps because like calling a fat man "Tiny" its funny. Checking some talking points she had written down, Joy said "The basics ... anatomy, speech ... before we continue" she addressed our guests Kevin and Sheila "You should know that at any time, if any of this makes you uncomfortable, you can simply say "Stop Bitches" and we will stop and address any questions at that time. "Uh..." looking sidelong as his wife Kevin bristled at the word "Bitches" and said "I don't feel comfortable saying that to you two..." almost for his wife's benefit. "Would you prefer to call us Sluts, sir?" my mom asked almost defensively. "Why do you have to put yourself down at all?" he asked reflexively. "We have for as long as you've known us and longer been bitches, that is our natural state sir ... so we must learn to accept that ... if you prefer to call us sluts, that is in part what we are training to be, a role preferable only to being bitches ... knowing we can't simply step into a role as proper ladies ... so we must too accept that we should be seen as at best, a couple of dumb sluts ... if you don't mind, please? You can call us anything but our old names ... it will really help us to learn our place and later I will ask you to speak with my trainer on the phone and I need you to tell him I begged you to call us bitches or sluts..." "Well you didn't really beg" Sheila laughed cutting the edge of the conversation. "True ... Affirmation position, Toy..." Joy told me, as we both got in a practiced position. It was on our knees with our hands behind our back, legs apart enough that a little pink is on display, making sure not to rest the back of our thighs on our calves "like lazy bitches". "This is our affirmation position, it is where we are to speak our betters from when appropriate, and this is an appropriate time ... Please Kevin and Sheila, sir and ma'am, as our invited guests, we are revealing to you that we have been insufferable bitches, to everyone including you, and we beg that you not let us get away with that without calling us out for it, and make us accept that is exactly what we are by answering to it while in your presence..." "We ... Beg? I didnt hear ... uh Toy there beg..." seriously Sheila was having a little too much fun at our expense. Just as I was about to open mouth to try to come up with something that didn't sound exactly like what was already said Sheila let me off the hook "Honestly, this is way too much ... do you not think it's over the top? Nudity and everything?" "At first, Yes Ma'am" said Mom, I could detect a little nervousness in her voice, a lack of confidence that I've never really heard before as she bared her soul to her neighbor. "I wasn't sure especially for Toy ... I am being tested, to see if I can actually handle the changes that are in store for me, and part of it is like a 12-step program for alchoholics". She paused, because she knew that Kevin was in A.A and this may be a sensitive topic but then added "First step was to admit, I am powerless over my true nature, that my life had become unmanageable. I make bad choices, and I need to turn over that authority to someone else." "To us?" Kevin suddenly took an interest when A.A was mentioned, I think he was zoning out on our tits. "No sir, although within reason, we will obey you while you are in the apartment, it is only because my Trainer wishes to make us uncomfortable, and test our compliance with the program that he has laid out for us..." He made one of those faces guys with bushy mustaches make when they agree with something, sort of nodding his head and then added "And the next step?" "After realizing that there is someone with a better plan than me continuing to be a raging, lazy bitch, and accepting that program, even as it seems over the top and out of my comfort zone, It was to take a full inventory of ourselves, our morals, our motivations, our shortcomings and be willing to accept and admit to our betters the exact nature of our wrongs." It was Sheila's turn to interject, while we stayed on the floor with hands behind our heads, tits jutting out, I was fascinated to hear my mom almost convincing herself again why we were in this. "You have cleaned up your house some, it doesn't totally stink like the time I was here last, why can't you just be a good person, not be lazy, take care of what you need to do, and still wear clothes?" "The clothes are just part of it ma'am, Toy took for granted the latest clothes, and got my mom and others to buy fancy skinny jeans and hollister shirts for 40 dollars each, while throwing them on the ground, I was no better, while my taste didn't run that direction, I purposely wore frumpy t-shirts and ball caps, casually taking for granted the privacy I was afforded, and now I am more painfully aware that I am to be on display for the amusement of others ... but this is just one aspect of how we changed, today we are going to make you lunch and ask you to supervise us while we eat, while we uh ... groom, while we turn the mundane tasks that others do without thinking about it, into opportunities for training and structured domestic discipline." Kevin said "Well ... I kind of get it, I don't agree with letting your daughter run around like this, but I gotta ask have you made a list of all the people you have wronged and tried to make amends to them?" "Sir, the list would be literally too long, I've fucked over, used, hurt the feelings of just about everyone from my family to strangers, and have long since forgotten or lost touch with many of them, but your being here is a part of that and I want to thank you for accepting her choice ... it was voluntary on her part, wasn't it Toy?" she asked me. It was finally my turn to talk, I sort of cleared my throat, having been quiet all this time, with eyes straight ahead (even though I had been sneaking a peak at their reactions) "Yes Sir, I don't like having to do chores or some of this, but the idea is I not like it, and learn from it ... I kind of want to see what happens next, my mom is very stubborn and she tends to stick to things far more than I do ... but we both sort of need someone to chaperone us and actually make us see this through..." "You don't mind me looking at you naked?" He asked almost timidly. "Oh I do" I said to the two shocked faces. "Definitely ... its embarressing. My face is red I think ... my arms are tired from being behind my head, my knees hurt from the carpet, and it feels ... like you are staring right at my pussy..." I said almost toying with him to see how he'd react. My mom interrupted "I am sorry, Sir ... thats my own doing, I can recognize her behavior, like me when I was a little older than her, she is yet to feel the real sting of embarresment and I think she is actually taking advantage of your discomfort ... aren't you Toy?" "Yes Ma'am" "Don't call me Ma'am, I am a slut in training just like you ... apologize to our betters, please." "Sorry Sir, for making you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to look at my pussy, that is why we are sitting this way" and I actually reflexively spread my knees just a little wider and pulled my shoulders back to emphasize that my cunt was on display, I am not sure why I did it, it felt 'right' in the moment. "What if Wayne came over here, you want him to see you like this?" ugh, his Son Wayne. He's a year or two younger than me, and he's had a crush on me since I was 8. I think he has a crush on my mom. We've never talked about him directly, but my mom and I had an unspoken game we would play when he came over. She would do something like mock his hair "That looks just like Justin Bieber ... is that what you were going for?" knowing it wasn't and that was kind of a reverse insult disguised as a complement, then I would play with his head too and say "No ... no I like it..." when in truth we were both laughing at how doofy he looked. Then we may reverse roles at another point and my mom may complement him on something I said was retarded. Just so he didn't get too full of himself, my mom would say something like "Your sweating all over my beanbag chair, get your ass out of it before you stink it up...". I think it was fun to send him mixed messages. We hadn't talked about my friends finding out ... I looked to Mom. "If you want Wayne to come over, it would be fantastic, if we could apologize, the last time he was here he spilled maccaroni on the carpet and I told him that he was a complete spaz and never to come back and I think he took me seriously, I apologize for what I said to your son..." "Uh ... no, that won't be neccesary..." Kevin said stumbling at the idea of us apologizing to his fat little son. However, his wife stopped him "Hold on ... maybe not here, but how about later, you come over and uh ... clean up our place, and you can apologize to him then ... clothed..." she added. The opportunistic bitch, she knew we were trying to be accomoadating and she wanted to take advantage of us ... thats just what we would have done had the shoe been on the other foot. "Because I am so irresponsible and bad with planning, I cannot commit to that, but I will ask my Trainer and let you know if we can do that ... would it be okay if we started the demonstrations, it will take at least an hour." "God damn, an hour? NCIS is going to be on..." Kevin said in his usual grumbling manner "You girls should be paying us for this..." "I am sorry sir, what little money I have is going to the trip to get us out there..." "well who said anything about money?" he smiled and then got a big elbow in the ribs. "They may be cleaning up our place, thats good enough ... lets see their little show." The first "demo" was called the "Big Why" and My mom proceeded to stand up and ask me questions about why am I here and what I am supposed to be learning from this. I replied as we had practiced before they came over "Because we are dumb little sluts, who don't know how to act like normal people and we need training and supervision to keep us from our bitchy self-serving, ungrateful behavior." I was careful not to call her "Ma'am" even though it felt like I should. After about a dozen or so questions establishing that we see some benefit in being kept on the straight and narrow, it moved into 'anatomy 101', as demos go this one was pretty awkward. I was expected to stand there and answer questions as she pointed to parts of both of our bodies. We demonstrated five 'standard' positions that were to be given to have us stand at attention, for inspection, affirmation, and to crawl. In the process, they got a good look at every part of my body, and I have to admit I was betting myself who would freak out first, the sexual tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. None of us said anything, but everyone was so uncomfortable, and I could smell the sort of sickly-sweet smell of open pussy/butt sweat that comes from just being out in the open airing your goodies. She put me at attention to finish the lesson. "What are those?" pointing at my breasts. "Boobs" "why is your cunt, legs and ass shaved?" "So that I am smooth and on display and not totally disgusting for others to look upon me." She sked me "How many holes do you have?" "Three" "Name them" "Mouth, Cunt, and Asshole" "Are you permitted to use them to hurt people?" "Not any longer." "Are you permitted to play with them?" "Not any longer". I let that linger. My mom had no idea if I had masturbated or not, in truth I had a little, who doesn't. "Why not?" "Because, I am not supposed to take pleasure in my situation." "What comes out of your mouth?" "Lies..." "What comes out of your cunt?" "Piss" "What comes out of your ass?" "Shit" "Do you find it funny, what you are saying right now?" she was taking an almost drill seargent tone with me, and I have to admit I had a hard time keeping a straight face. "No, I guess it's just that I should be disgusted right now, but you have to admit this is kind of funny." ------- Chapter 5: Joy starts telling the story Hi this is Joy, I suppose its my turn to give you a little perspective. Right now, you are probably asking yourself "Why is this woman so gung-ho about this?" or perhaps why haven't the neighbors run screaming from the room. Well truth be told, Toy didn't know it at this point in what was going on, but I had talked to them both seperately before this ever began. You see it was longer than six weeks before that I had come to this conclusion that I should change. That I could not change on my own. That like a fat girl who works at a Dairy Queen there was just too many spineless jellyfish in the world for me to pass up being mean spirited. Everyone seemed to actualy encourage me to be rotten, my family, my boss, they all had this role in mind for me as the sassy, assy, bitch who tells it like it is and takes no shit from anyone. The problem was, I had to wake up everyday with this person and I hated myself when I started to think about the monster I was becoming. However, when I started looking for a Trainer, who could set me right I never really thought of my daughter as getting the same benefit from this as I may. I guess its hard to even think about, something in my hardwiring tells me everyone else in the world is allowed to evolve into a sexual being. Twelve year old boys can peek at an Uncle's Playboys, Grampas can be perverts, women and men can go to hedonism, but something about ones own Daughter puts them in the category of 'never evolve'. I was so busy looking for my own cure, something that would be strict yet had limits, that I failed to realize I was as a role model encouraging her to turn out just like me. So when I met this Trainer in Arkansas, Master Rob I realized that his situation was quite a bit different. He already trains a woman and her younger daughter, not quite like us, but they aren't mean spirited bitches either. Their daughter tries hard in school, likes to do homework, enjoys earning rewards, she thrives with structure. It wasn't the sexualized aspect of the training, it was something else. However, in our case, we had used sex, used it's promise, even her without realizing perhaps she was doing it, flirty and pouty, to wrap people around our fingers and get them to do for us, and then turn around and shit all over them for doing something nice for us. I can go on and on and about it, but you've got your cock out and you want to Jerk Off (what my daughter calls 'Fap') You want to understand why I am here interrupting the story. Well, I will tell you. I'd be blowing Kevin on a regular basis for 50 bucks behind his wifes back. Now don't go thinking this was any sort of submissive thing. This was "Get in here ... you go the money? Okay, whip it out" and I'd suck hard. I never told him I was thinking about being put in my place, but when he said earlier he wanted us to pay him, I knew he was hinting he wanted the fifty back he had only recently deposited when he sent a load of jizz down my throat. Now I will be honest also, in that getting my mouth pumped by a strange cock, it is like "vitamin P" to me. It's not that I am a horny, insatiable nymphomaniac whose just GOT to have sex and cock. However, I can't deny there is something that makes me feel 'submissive' and more like a woman to have a man thrust his cock into my mouth until he shoots his cum down my throat, the more it happens, the quieter and nicer I get, so I was secretly doing this not just for the cash and because I am greedy, but because I needed that attitude adjustment. So with Kevin seeing me naked, that shouldn't have been that big of a surprise. I've been around the house in just a t-shirt around him and Wayne, and did it more just to see the look on his face when h e was over my place. Perhaps even that if I made him uncomfortable enough he'd just go on home and not talk. The last thing I wanted to have to do after sucking his dick, was listen to him complain and whine about his life. Sharing my face/mouth was a lot easier than sharing my attention and time. Sheila had told me the two of them played tie up games one night when she was drunk and over my house. Strictly the kind of fuzzy handcuff stuff you buy at Spencers gifts in the mall, but that they had a kinky side. She and him also used to try to involve me in their spats, each talking shit about one another, but I had long ago told them to basically fuck off and that I would only talk face to face not behind anyones back. I may be a bitch, but I had principles. So when master had asked me to pick some people to tell on us the week before we left, I instantly thought about them. They were the least risk to me, I knew they were kind of open minded and that Sheila would keep Kevin's hands off Toy. I figured may as well look and get a good laugh or too, but I've been trying to shield her from the harder stuff thats coming our way. As to why I didn't tell Toy any of this (until now), its because I am a lying bitch. There is perhaps a little cowardice in not wanting to tell her the truth about the two of them, and perhaps I didn't mind seeing how this demo would go if she knew it wasn't kinda rigged, because later we'd have to tell my mom, my one brother who lived here, and some other people, and of course once we get to Arkansas the rules are going to change. So here were the rules we had to explain: EATING: We were to serve them first, all we had was maccoroni and cheese (poweder) and PB&J. I normally don't keep a lot of groceries in the house anyway as I barely made ends meet, but I made sure that the option to cheat and eat anything snack related wasn't there. We were not to have potato chips, coke, candy or anything considered a 'treat' without explicit permission. Once our guests were served, we were to ask permission to eat and if given, eat cold instant oatmeal. What I found out was that you can't just pour water on oatmeal, you have to heat water, then add it to the Quakers Oat packet and so we actually chilled ours in the freezer. I cheated and did peaches and cream, even though we were supposed to be doing only plain. I felt like Toy would bitch and I was already feeling like I was being more drill seargent to get her to comply than I had too. We were to eat on our hands and knees, with butts facing our guests unless they explictly asked us not too. Thats because "We were told to sparie you a look at our sourpuss faces, if you'd rather we turn around because our fat asses offend, we will..." but they didn't ask so we didn't have to say that. The human face is not designed to eat out of a bowl face down, and our noses, chin and hair was coated in oatmeal by the end. That led us to the next demo. GROOMING: We were to ask them to time us in the shower. We were to shower together, so as not to waste water and not use hot water. I cheated just a little there as well, as it was colder than a witches titty in there. We were to explain that it was possible for us to be lazy if we shut the door, and take a break and would they please verify we were clean. All the while he snapped photos of us. (more than one per demo which was not my Trainers instruction but I felt uncomfortable trying to remind Kevin). Then we were to shave each others legs, ass crack, the peach fuzz on the butt, pits, and stray hairs on belly buttons etc. This was not an easy experience and I could tell Kevin was getting hard. We were very playful and tried to make it not seem as gloom and doom but more something we could sort of laugh about. I'd shake my butt at him and say "Winking at you ... did she get all the hair off both holes, sir?" and smile. I've been told I can come across like that waitress from Mel's diner that sassily said "Mel, kiss my grits" so I did my best to take it down a notch and sound less sarcastic. Once they verified the only hair we had on our shiny, clean bodies was on our heads, we were to ask to dry off, rub body lotion on ourselves to grease up, and dry and straighten our hair. I tried to make conversation while that was going on because they were getting bored. MANNERS: We showed them how we were to walk with a swagger. We both have pretty big feet and Toy was already wearing women's sizes (in fact she had been wearing a lot of my clothes until recently) so she had two inch heels, but I was instructed to get us some three and four inch pumps to practice making sure we accentuated our walk to amuse our betters. We were supposed to thank people, not accept apologies or thank yous, because we were undeserving and generally stop acting like bitches. When we had wrapped up the final demonstration, I was actually sweating with nerves. We asked them to permit us to dress, and we'd walk with them to the payphone. I had a calling card and they were to report on us to our Trainer. We put on tank tops and miniskirts that I had in a cardboard box in the living room, our waists are basically the same size (okay, haha ... she is thinner than me), but with a little discomfort we could both wear anything in the box. I had marked it with the word "SLUTS" in red sharpie per my owners instruction and left it right at the front door. Walking behind them all the way to the gas station, they called and talked to my Master and Linda for what seemed like too long and then finally came back to where we were standing. (Master specifically instructed us to stay out of earshot and not be 'nosy bees') while they discussed our behavior. Kevin and Sheila laughed, "nice folks, they told us some things we didn't know ... made it alot clearer" as if our two hours back at the apartment hadn't been as honest as I could be. "Thats good sir" I said trying to seem nice and not put a scowl on my face. "You've definitely proven you are serious ... he said you are to come over for two hours a day and clean our apartment or entertain us ... and that we are to get the key you to have your apartment..." "I only have one though, even Toy doesn't have one, Sir" I presented a problem. "Yeah he said you probably didn't have the forsight to keep a spare and would go to the Office if you got locked out. Thats why you will come over to our place for the key any time you leave or come home." I swallowed. "Anything else?" hoping there was nothing else. "Oh yes ... we talked and talked about you two bimbos. I was willing to think you two weren't so bad, but he told me the stuff you said about my fat wife ... and how we whine about our problems to you like you are 'fucking doctor phil' as you put it?" "Um ... yes sir, I did say that, I am so..." before I could say Sorry, he cut me off. "Don't interrupt when your betters are speaking. Okay, well that is going to cost you. I trusted you with my feelings and had no idea you were feeling that way, you could have said you didn't want to listen." I wanted to say I had SAID that, I could feel the urge to yell at him bubbling up inside of me, but I tried to remain calm. "He said you'd bristle at me ... I am going to introduce you to corner time and the fly swatter" Sir had said they would be able to administer minor corrections if he got a good feel for them. "Thank you Sir, I am sure we both will before the end of the week if we are naughty or sass" "You will only eat three times a day, in our presence, when we come over ... and you are to only use the bathroom when you are in our presence ... He told me about the demo you left out..." "I was um ... I just felt like maybe you guys wouldn't understand." I said. "Thats a lie ... I don't think you told it to Toy, did you?" "Yes sir, it is a lie ... I hadn't ... I was a little too embarressed and hoped maybe in all the details that one would got forgotten, I..." "You sure do a lot of thinking for a slave" It was the first time I had heard that word. "Slave". Property, thats what I was going to be, someones house pet. Toy was going to have a shot at a normal life if she could unlearn all the mean spiritedness I taught her, but not me. "Yes Sir, I suppose I put a lot of thought into what got me into this situation and I have to admit it does make me nervous." "Oh he told me how to tell if you are lying, so we are going to see that..." I knew exactly what he meant. However, he directed us to follow him back to their apartment "But first you've got some cleaning to do and an apology to Wayne, before we let you back in to your place to eat dinner and get some sleep ... it's gonna be a long week." ------- Chapter 6: Ball is back in Toy's court Toy again, hi. Sorry about changing who was telling the story, I hope it didn't confuse you or frustrate you. I probably don't tell the story as well, things are still fresh in my mind and I may leave out some details. I guess though, I am not permitted to leave out too much, especially the stuff that you may actually get off on/fap too. I should say that Sheila made it very clear that despite the fact we were practically falling out of our skirts/tops that under no circumstances was Wayne to see any pink, that included nipples. She made it sound as if we were going to get off on showing her fat little son any part of our bodies and that she was putting a stop to it. It ended up making us nearly trip all over selves vaccuuming, bending over, putting things on shelves all the while Wayne's little eyes were about to pop out of his head from sensory overload. Rather than explain why we were even there, they just said "Wayne ... you are to call them Toy and Joy from now on, they are here to work, so don't distract them and if you catch them goofing off, come tell me." However, Kevin and Sheila didn't really let us out of their sight anyway, these are all one bedroom efficiencies, so its not exactly a lot of places you can run and hide. Joy kept an eye on the clock at the two hour mark she said "Sir the two hours are up, are you satisfied with the work we have done?" "Not really ... do you think you did a good?" his wife answered for him. "As good as two untrained bitches, can do." I said careful not to say too much infront of Wayne, given how she seemed to have a problem with him seeing/hearing anything too untoward. "Do you want to apologize to Wayne now for being such bitches to him?" "Yes Ma'am, if we can" "No, you can't today..." she said just playing with my mom to see if she could get a rise out of her. "I need time to think about that ... Kevin will let you back into your place" he smiled and held up his key. "You don't want to go with him?" "No ... why, is there something I should know, Joy?" My mom said nothing, and shook her head no, and we walked out with him. He let us in to our place, and watched as we stripped. He said he was to confiscate the slut box, so we didn't put on clothes and sneak out at night. He was also to take the bread, peanut butter, jelly, kool-aid and remaining maccaroni and cheese. My mom just nodded. She seemed to whisper in his ear, I am guessing she made some promise to him, after about 15 minutes in her room, her face was red, and he was happy and he left us some goobers grape (but no bread), sort of a weird-ass grape jelly/peanut butter goop. We ate it with our fingers for fear of being caught using her silverware. After he left and wished "You two bitches have a good night" laughing like he just hit the trailer park jackpot, my mom locked the door. "Well, I've unhooked the TV, but we have internet until the end of the week, so you can enjoy that while you can." "Can I sit on the chair?" I asked. She smiled "Yeah, we may as well sneak while we can, I know that I am sneaky and conniving and I will try to get away with cheating if I can. Thats why I asked for such close supervision..." That night she explained some more to me, about why we were both going to have to do this and what that 'demo' she left out was that we'd have to do in the morning. It actually made me laugh out loud. I was like "Fine..." with a hysterical look on my face, because I couldn't actually believe it. We didn't talk a lot, it was awkward and she kept checking the window, pulling back the curtain just a little to see if anyone was standing outside, as if she was paranoid. I knew she had sucked Kevin's dick or fucked him or something in the bedroom when he was here. I guess I appreciated her not doing it around me, at the same time I was a little uncomfortable with the idea she didn't trust me to know thats what she was doing. I guess she thought if it was in another room I wouldn't figure it out and assume she was in there playing tiddlywinks to get that kool-aid to 'accidentally be left' at our place. That kool-aid sure was good, when thats all you've got. ------- Chapter 7: Second Day of Summer Break Well, sleeping on the carpet in the nude is a great way to get carpet imprint on your boobs and face. Especially if you are pale irish like us. Waking up groggy, face down on the carpet with Kevin's grinning face over my nudging me with his boot. "Wake up Sleeping Princess ... It was all just a dream..." he was grinning. I think people try to make jokes at times when they are supposed to be strict as some way to not feel so bad about what they are doing. Like if I will just laugh at their pun, it will make them not a weird 40 year old guy standing over a teenager kicking her buttcheek lightly watching it jiggle until she wakes up. We are both heavy sleepers. It used to be when school time rolled around, I'd sleep til my mom came in and screamed bloody murder, then I'd say I am sick and roll over. She would go lay back down and come back twenty minutes later and yell again and we'd repeat this until at some point I was about late for the bus, through on some school clothes, straighten my hair, heavy mascara (yeah I guess I used to be a "Scene kid") and then I'd haul ass to the bus stop missing breakfast and complaining. More often than not though, I'd either be late for the bus, or my mom would give up waking me up and go back to sleep herself and so having an absence problem I'd failed 7th grade already and I wasn't even sure if I was passing 8th grade this year to be perfectly and completely honest. The first thing, I had to take a massive morning piss, but I knew before we could even do that, I was supposed to get into affirmation position only after being told I can. "Can we, please sir?" I felt like I was playing mother may I. "Can you please what, punkin?" Kevin grinned. "Can we please tell you our affirmations so we can start our day?" "I dunno, can you?" he laughed at his own joke, but no one else did. Then he told us to take the position. Mom went first, hers was better than mine, more practiced, like she thought it out. I fumbled mine, it went like this... "Kevin and Sheila, thank you ever so much for giving up your time to supervise us, thoughtless bitches. It is preferable to the Garcias. I am so glad for another day with you looking up our asses and laughing at us, its going to be just the best day evar!" Apparently all of them, including my mom could see right through my sarcasm. This was my first 'correction'. Bent over Sheila's knee with a flyswatter at first, it didn't do anything at all to my butt, so she quickly switched to her hand. Twenty HARD slaps to my ass and my next affirmation sound liked this through gritted teeth and tears. "Sir and Ma'am, ... thank you for the attitude correction, I've not been spanked, well never like that, I can tell you, I am a lying bitch just like Joy, and I do not expect you to believe me, but believe me when I say THANK YOU, for opening my eyes to see who is the boss. I appreciate your time and wisdom this morning and look forward to complying with my trainers instructions, so that you do not need to spank me again today." I really meant it. I guess for a moment there, I was starting to see how sudden pain and adrenalin from the shock, the humiliation of it, actually did affect me. Anyway, I really had to piss like a race horse, so the "Forgotten" demo being up first was actually a bit of a relief. We were to first ask "May we please be permitted to shit and piss, Sir?" and when given permission get the bowls we eat out of. Then squat over them, squeeze cheese and piss into them. It was explained this was because using the toilet like normal people is something we took for granted, and that even something as simple as that should be uncomfortable and humbling because we were too prideful. It was pretty gross, especially when Joy farted and I missed the bowl with my stream. Then we were to say we were finished, ask permission to clean it out (in the toilet of all places) and bring back spotless bowls for their inspection after we washed them out. We were to air dry until the shower (ick! crusty butt!) Thats all before we served ate. They had taken our food, so there was none for them to eat. Kevin made a joke he'd bring booty music next time so he'd have something to watch while we ate, we could shake our asses, and his wife didn't say 'hay, thats too much' like I kind of hoped. I ate as fast as I could, I had a habit of not finishing my food and I couldn't bring myself to really eat all of the oatmeal even with Joy's insistence that I would need it. I just guess she is right when she says I waste my food. It's like that last few slices of bread in a loaf, I never could eat those either or finish a bowl of soup. Psychological? Then the grooming, and after they were both satisfied they said "good ... I've got instructions to cut your circuit breaker here ... so your hot water heater won't be working and we won't waste electricity for you to stay up allnight chit-chatting or whatever ... you can get some sleep at night ... if you want to see during the day, you can just open these curtains..." he said as he flung the curtains open. "Sir, didn't say we had to leave them open?" my mom asked, failing to register a complaint about the electricity (and our internet) being gone, I guess she knew that was coming. "No ... no he didn't but I figured you two wouldn't mind if everyone saw you for what you are?" My mom paused "I um ... agree with you Sir ... but, well..." he laughed and said "suit yourself, sit in the dark with no air conditioning ... it is summer time though ... oh did he tell you about the pool?" "Yes Sir, he did" I hadn't been told though. "I can't wait for that, come get me before you leave, so I can walk you up there ... how ever am I going to keep Wayne from checking out his two favorite neighbors down at the pool?" he grinned at his wife who seemed a little disturbed as well. She told us she'd bring us both a towel (ours were removed) that we can wear to knock on the door, over our swimming suits and then do whatever we want after we get to the community pool. (This being a converted motel, the community pool is still pretty much eyeshot and the center of everything in the parking lot). ------- Chapter 8: Dirty Pool "OMG!" That was all I could say as my mom showed me the butt floss bikinis we were supposed to wear to the pool. "You know I hate the pool ... you know I don't tan ... I don't feel good, this sucks" "I know all of those things and I also know I can't MAKE you do it, but you remember the spanking?" "Sure, bring it on ... I'd rather that, then to walk outside in the hot sun, sweat my ass off, and have everyone see me in this." I could tell all my excuses were frustrating her, she'd usually just scream and holler and we'd have a hissing match and ultimately I'd get my way or she'd get her way. Here we were unable to just butt heads and she was not sure how to deal with anyone she couldn't just butt heads with. "Look, I am going down to the pool, there are a few things we have to do down there today, and they have to be documented ... to show we are serious ... I'd really LIKE it if you came with me, and I think you can even have some fun with it, if you don't take it too seriously." "OMG!!" I gave her back another five minutes of my best excuses. There had been a lot of sluts down at the pool. I think I am one of the few virgins at my school, even though I like to talk tough, so skimpy bikinis were not totally out of the ordinary on girls my age or my moms. However, this wasn't a bikini as much as it was just a cord that somehow pulled between your camel toe and rested in the notch of your butthole. The top was even worse with at least a quarter inch of her nipples on all sides being on display. "These are pretty over the top, aren't they?" she laughed as she tried to make herself ready in the dark bathroom of our apartment. "Uh ... I am naked and I feel like I have on more than you, mom" "You aren't supposed to call me that." "I know but its just us." "Yes, but when we get to Arkansas next week, you can get punished if you do, and I can get punished if I accidentally answer to it, and after close to fifteen years, I've pretty much programmed myself to turn my head anytime I hear you snap "Mom! ... so please just practice Joy, its for our own good that we answer to new names and let the old ones go ... now can you see my actual butthole when I bend over?" This wasn't a totally ludicrous question for us. Having one bathroom for two females, we had always shared it, when she'd be doing her hair and I'd be using the bathroom or vise verse as I got older, we weren't exactly holding any secrets now. "Yes, I can ... it looks like about like you have a string in the middle of a purple quarter..." "Gross, Toy" she said, but smiling as if she admired my straight forward answer. "Hmm ... maybe I should go call our Trainer and tell him this suit is just too small to be done..." "Wearing what? This is the only clothes we have..." "well, I've got the towel..." "It just fits around the waist, not the top ... I already checked it out..." she smiled. We both contemplated the consequences of asking if we could have slightly larger bathing suits. I wasn't even going though, although I was already thinking about it. "Look, just tell them I was a chicken ... I don't want to go, its too hot, I have no suntan lotion..." "Oh there is suntan lotion, its um ... part of todays dare." "Dare?" I perked up. "Dare". She said. Then she proceeded to explain the "Rent" system. ------- Chapter 9: Rent! In most power exchange, it flows one way. "Do it" and "Yes Sir" and that is it. A very boring and almost mechanical and robotic one sided transaction. We were going to have some rules that really were just that, "Do it" and "Yes Sir", that much was made painfully obvious to me. However, to get us to really own the consequences of our actions and to measure our contribution to our new household, a "Rent" system was being used. Rented, because even in the short term he 'owned' our asses, and we were paying "Rent" on those lily white asses back to our Owner to be maintained this way. Fed, what little clothing we got, what little priveledges, all of that was what we were paying for. Not with money, no. We weren't to be trusted with money. We had abused it, used it recklessly, couldn't save it, couldn't hang on to it, squandered it, no not money. Instead, they called it "Scooby Snacks". I had to earn 400 a month and my mom had to earn 2,000. If we failed to make our rent, we'd have to pay a consequence something called a "Hell Day", I'd find out about those soon enough I was told, but they would make these regular days just serving and being naked seem like treats by comparison. There were three ways to make rent. 1. Turn over one dollar to the house from a job or something. If we contribute a dollar of earnings, it counts towards the rent and thats a good thing. I was also told that Master would be putting aside a portion of those dollars for me to start a life when I turn 18 based on how well we did. 2. Peform a "Dare", a "Dare" was something our Trainer may think up on the fly, could be a bet, apparently going down to the pool today, some of this had to do with these dares. We could politely decline, with the understanding though that if we were too chicken shit to do the dares we needed to earn rent then our ass was in the fire at the end of the month in "Hell Days". Dares could either be for any amount Master thinks up, or there were "Standard Dares". A "standard dare" pays 10 scoobies for "Gold", 5 scoobies for "Silver" and 1 scoobie for "Bronze" (and none for gooseeggs). Apparently, he'd be the judge of how well we did on the dare (so it wasn't just pass/fail). 3. "The List", Master (our new Trainer who we had yet to meet) was going to present me with a list of things he could demand off the list. These were hard things, difficult. Joy's list was longer because she had more experience (I was almost disappointed when I first heard that but I had yet to see what was on the list). The list was sort of a built in set of limits. If we made rent already before the end of the month we could politely decline or treat it like a dare, however I was told it wasn't likely we'd make rent til towards the end of the month. There was also a 'priveledges list' and we'd be able to buy from the priveledges some rare treats every now and then, just to remind ourselves of what we gave up, if we had spare 'scoobies'. However, my mom told me not to fall for him offering everytime, that we were supposed to be learning to budget and live within our means. For every 100 scoobies we miss from the rent, thats one full "Hell Day" to make up. I wasn't sure yet what that meant exactly, but I could tell if what was going on so far seemed easy compared to it, that wasn't going to be fun. My mom explained that the system was in place, like a dial on a car dashboard. If he is not giving us enough opportunity to contribute or we are simply not pulling our weight, then there is a problem. If in three months of the trial we fail to make rent everytime, he will most likely not keep us. She told me my rent would go up as I reached new "Phases" of training and demonstrated mastery of what I learned so far. That in her case, if she makes more than 1,000 a month for three months they will raise her rent to the average of all three months and if she makes less than a 1000 for three months a row they will lower it to the average, this way it kind of automatically adjusts. My mom was SUCKY at math, I never went to her for math homework (I actually tricked Wayne into doing it for a while before she booted him from coming over a few months earlier). So it surprised me that there was this whole little system of dares. I was told that I probably won't understand all the 'ins and outs' but that once we get there to Arkansas he was going to make sure we got it before we could start our training. That for now, earning dares was our way of catching up a little early before the first month started. "So you we can either be lazy bitches and pass up an opportunity to work on this for our own good, or like greedy little whores we can take the dares, play his games, and actively participate in what becomes of us..." Her logic was good, begrudgingly I put on the buttfloss careful to wedge the cord between my ass cheeks. ------- Chapter 10: The long walk and the hot ass... Joy here taking over this part. These bikinis really were too small for reason. The bottoms were nuzzled between my cunt lips and resting on my asshole and the top, I did my best but my nipples were just too fat. I had been too aggressive buying these, this was way too far. I felt like the person who ordered the big 40 ounce steak and suddenly lost their appetite. Wrapping the towels around our heineys we 'pinky swore' for good luck (an inside joke) and walked out into the daylight. I should say that in the two years we've lived in this dump, we've NEVER gone to the pool and thats pretty much all there is to do here for recreation. The motel is about 22 units, and it wraps around the pool which is also it's office. I am pretty sure we were not even street legal once the wraps come off, and I was starting to wonder if I'd gone too far with this, or not far enough? Second guessing myself was not my nature, I had always been so cock sure of myself, how was I ever going to get through this? No time to think about it, already knocking on Kevin and Sheila's door, they were having WAY too much fun at our expense. I put on a fake smile for when he opened the door. "Smiling doesn't look right on you ... It's like seeing someone without their glasses, missing your scowl" Sheila said as she looked us up and down and then sort of gave a 'laugh'. "Well Ma'am, I am going to try to keep a positive outlook and sunny disposition about all this, you know sort of try to look on the bright side." "Can it, sunshine" she said not buying what I was saying for a minute. "Hand over the towels before you your get buttsweat all over them."she said as Kevin and Wayne walked to the door. I gave her a look like "But you said..." but she just smiled "you have on bottoms, don't you?" "Yes ma'am" "Well hand over the towel, before you stink em up..." She was clearly quoting something I had said to Wayne back when I was teasing him before about sitting on our beanbag chair. He wasn't sweating, I was just being a little mean spirited. We handed her the towels and both mens eyes went straight for our crotches. Wayne couldn't help himself he said "Camel Toe!!" His dad corrected him "Thats the whole foot, son. Put your tongue back in your mouth though, we've got to walk them to their place, lock it up and then see that they get straight to the pool and don't chicken out." We were trying to walk behind them to show defference, but it seemed the two of them suddenly wanted to walk behind us. I got it and I did my best to walk the sauntering sexy walk I was practicing without any heels, lifting up on the balls of my feet and setting my foot down so my ass would sway. It was easier without looking them in the eye, while they were behind us. He locked our door and said "This way you won't sneak back in before your 2 hours is up." Toy whined "Two HOURS?" she didn't know it was going go on so long. "We'll burn up" Joy said "They want us to suffer, and think about how we made other people's lives unpleasent..."I didn't want to say too much because nothing had been explained to Wayne to my knowledge. I just pointed out that Kevin would kindly give us some suntan lotion after we get there. Walking on bare feet across the pavement slowly to the pool, it now became apparent to me that on such a hot day, this really was where most everyone who lived at the apartments went to relax and cool off. I could already see Joy's friends giggling and pointing as we walked up, they probably would have even if we werent in such skimpy bikinis just because we were so pale and probably looked nervous and out of place. As they guided us over to two lawnchairs, Kevin said "I talked to your Trainer, and he said I was supposed to sit here and make you two ask me nicely for a dab of suntan lotion, tell you where you can apply it ... and then watch, until you get fully covered ... its such a nice day though, and I think you had some things to say to Wayne, that well Wayne would you like to do it?" Wayne face lit up. "Can you keep a secret from your mom?" he asked him seriously. "What about you two sluts? Are you going to tell Sheila?" I don't know why I said this, but I said"You know we are natural liars Sir, we are supposed to try to tell the truth if she asks..." maybe it was just that I didn't want Wayne to be all goofy like he was being already at this. "Dammit, make up your mind, you want to keep secrets, or you don't?" I know he was hinting about the blowjobs I'd been giving him, but he couldn't say anything in mixed company. Alright lay flat on your back then ... I've got a better idea..." He then creamed out "SLUT" on both of our backs in suntan lotion and said "Lay just like that ... if anyone comes up, don't stop them from touching you or messing with you, even if they pour water on you..." Then he and his son left. We laid there, and an old man did spend a little time standing over us. I could tell he could see my butthole while I laid on my belly in between the buttfloss bikini. I just asked him "Do you like the view sir?" and he cleared out. Some others hit us with water guns but when they failed to get a rise out of us, they left us alone. I told Toy "technically, we don't have to do what he says on certain things ... if someone had come up and started really touching us, but I wasn't going to tell him that and get him upset, we need him til the end of the week." "Why?" "To supervise us, and let us in." "yes, but why do we really need him, couldn't we do this ourselves?" she asked. She was facing me flat on the lawn chair and I could feel my back starting to burn just like I am sure hers was too. "No ... I have been tempted several times to cheat, and I was pretty much ready to come down to the pool by myself if you weren't going to come, so I know I can't boss you around, that'd be the opposite of me giving up authority, to try to take authority over someone else..." "So technically, you are not the boss of me any more?" "More than technicaly, once we get to arkansas, I have to give up parental authority, he'll be your gaurdian, so he can go to parent teacher conferences and stuff when this goes permanent." "are you not going to be my mother anymore?" "well, like we talked about..." "It's a yes or no question" she got serious. "Its not as black and white, yes I will be your birth mother, but no I won't have mother level authority. I am giving up my priveledges, those include the rights to tell other people how to live..." "But you decided for me, that I have to live like you..." "Well, I arrived at that decision after carefully considering all the options before I gave up my authority ... we have to make the best of this ... plus, if people find out we are mother daughter, some of them are going to have a little fun with my discomfort serving next to you ... its already weird" "Weird how so?" Toy asked almost innocently, but she knew. "Weird, as in I have to spread your butt cheeks and shave your ass..." "You changed my diapers when I was little..." "Yah, lot of times, and this morning I saw you drop a turd into a cereal bowl that said 'alpha-bits' on it ... but you mean its not weird to you?" "I guess so ... you mentioning it makes it even weirder..." I let the topic drop. When they came back, the word slut was white, while the rest of our back had turned lobster red. Wayne and Kevin were laughing and Kevin went to get himself a pepsi out of the machine. I smiled "Having fun?" to Wayne who was laughing at our expense. "Why do you call my Dad Sir and not me?" "Okay, having fun Sir?" He was shocked I actually did it. "Look, I am sorry I yelled at you when you were at my house, that was really an assy thing to do, it wasn't your fault, it was an accident you spilled your food." He had totally forgotten about that "Oh yeah ... I remember that..." "Do you want to know why we are out here doing this?" I asked him plainly "Not really" he said. I was shocked, I would definitely have been curious. When Kevin came back with his ice cold pepsi, he asked "Would you girls like a drink of this?" We both resisted, it had only been a few days since this began and I wasn't going to crack yet, we both politely declined to drink after he had backwashed into it. "Too bad ... its nice and cold" he said trying to tempt us, taking another swing and acting satisfied. "Do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave?" "No sir, I can wait until we get home to be superivised" if that is what he was hinting at, I was not going to fall for asking for special favors. "I wasn't going to let you in your dank stinky little apartment, it's time for you to come to our place and clean up ... there are stalls in the mens bathrooms, so you'd have some privacy..." The dirty pervert was hinting that I blow him at the pool bathroom, "What would Toy do, while you supervise me..." "He could..." he was about to suggest supervise her, but he thought better of it. "You both come in with me ... you know I talked to your owner about scoobies and after today, I am not sure I can suggest you get a gold medal ... you weren't very accomodating, Toy ... I didn't see you smile or shake your ass at any of the guys here..." "I was tuning them out..." she said. I recognized these boys from her bus stop and some of them would invite her over. She'd pretend she knows/cares about HALO or some videogame to seem super cool. "How about I take you into the bathroom, take your suits home with me, and you get home after dark and knock on the door for your gold medal..." he said, suggesting something that would take about 6 hours for dark to arrive and several hours waiting in the mens bathroom naked. "Uh ... Sir, thats a bit much ... let's go do what you had in mind, in the stalls ... as quickly as we can, so we can get back to your place and finish our cleaning, okay?" "Bossy ... bossy..." he said shaking his head at me, and he was right, I still wasn't buying into the reality of this, but then he wasn't a real 'Master'... ------- Chapter 11: The Big Give Away Don't ask me how we got through it, but some how we made it through the first few days of the week without panic setting in. Wayne and all of Toy's friends had figured out she had new rules by this point. Her girlfriends are what I call "Friendemies". Its sort of where your closest friends are also your rivals. With boys its much simpler, they don't like a kid, they just don't hang out with them. In girls cases, it's a lot more complex. You want their boyfriend, not because you like him, but because you don't want her to have him, or perhaps its a little of both. Hard to say. Anyway, to say the least, the general attitude about her new form of dress and manners ranged from (mostly boys) saying "Wow, thats awesome" to (mostly girls) saying "Wow, you are an attention whore skank". I think we may have even started a fad at the pool, with a couple girls showing up in not quite as skimpy a suit, but definitely a little competitive. Sheila and Kevin had taken photos and dutifully called Master everyday, they seemed to be having fun with this and they didn't want to end. They spanked our butts a few time, but Kevin was careful never to lay a hand himself on Toy. That was not for wanting I am sure, she was pretty much full grown, I think it was just he was afraid of what Sheila would do if she found out. He didn't seem to worry so much about the risk of getting his dick sucked, before the end of it, he'd graduated to fingering my butthole and tugging my pussy lips. I would have had actual sex with him if'd he'd had the courage to say he wanted, but I think even in my submissive state I was still a little like the caged panther and I intimidate people. Thats just my high strung/hard ass nature and attitude. Before the week was all over, Master was already wanting other people to report on us, because he felt that we could have gotten to Kevin and Sheila and they may be sympathetic towards us and lying on our behalf. I can't imagine how that would be the case, but I had to ask a friend from where I used to work before I quit the final week before this was to begin to verify us. I also chickened out with telling my own Mom about it. I sent her a lengthy email saying we were going to Arkansas for a new life and that we were going to miss her, and that we'd have a conversation when she/if she came to visit us. I knew that I'd be punished for that later when Sir found out I didn't invite her over, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it on my own, not have the same conversation I'd had with Kevin and Sheila for sure. By the final weekend before our bus trip was to begin, it was time to begin giving away our stuff. We were supposed to get 50 scoobies each if the house was 'near empty' by Kevin, his wife and our new chaperone from my work's estimation. We were given permission to wear clothes and our slut box of clothes/stuff we were taking with us was safely at Kevin's place. A large poster was placed on the door and I wrote in sharpie "The Women of this apartment have not taken care of their stuff, they have taken it for granted, and they are moving, Come in and take what you want, you don't have to knock, the door is unlocked." I was so nervous. At first nothing happened, we sat in our apartment without electricity on the floor, but at least we had on skirts and tank tops. After about an hour, the door creaked open and it was some dirty old man I'd seen at the laundromat a time or two and given the evil eye too. He was crusty and old. I smiled and said "Come on in, Sir" standing up. I felt like perhaps I should give him the tour of the place or something. It was just a small one bedroom, there wasn't much furniture here, we weren't permitted to sit on our bean bag chair or one folding chair, and we just had a comforter in the floor we slept with (no pillow). "This poster is serious? You are just giving things away?" "Yes Sir" He seemed unsure, like there was a catch. He looked around our place, seemingly disgusted. He took some of our knives, our (USED) toothbrushes (for what purpose I have no idea) and our toilet paper. All of it. We hadn't been using it anyway, because we were expected to shower every time we went to the bathroom this past week. Still it felt like a violation. I waved as he left and said "Y'all come back now hear?" in a fake sweet southern accent. Toy and I laughed "Creee--eepppy" she said and then pointed out, he'd be that caretaker on scooby doo who 'would have got away with it, if it wasn't for your meddling kids'. I laughed and we both sort of thought about our scooby snack issue. People started coming more frequently, sometimes we'd have three people or more. They took our computer and our old TV set first, soon there wasn't much left at all, the ratty comforter was even gone, so now we had nothing to really snuggle with at night. Toy asked me while we spent the day waiting for someone to show up "Do you still love me, Mom?" I laughed "Honestly, its gonna be an ass-whooping if you don't say Joy and yes, I do, as much as I can love anyone." "Your right, JOY" she said emphasizing my new name. "I love you too, I am scared though ... this is starting to seem like not a joke" "It's not a joke. If it was a joke would I give away all our stuff?" "Hah, this crap? Goodwill wouldn't even take it ... I am shocked people took plastic spoons and old taco bell sauce packs ... this wasn't much to lose" she said and I nodded. "Thats true, but it still felt weird giving it up ... kind of freeing, really ... out with the old shit, the old baggage..." ------- Chapter 12: Come on Ride the Train, Ride it... (actually the Bus) Toy here, back again to tell you what happened. I'm sure you can imagine that Kevin and Sheila really didn't want to see us go, they had enjoyed us cleaning up for them, and in the end we even hugged them (and Wayne) goodbye. Not just to give him an awkward "Woodie" either, but genuinely felt like we were leaving something behind. The Bus Ride, was somewhat uneventful. We were expected to wear our short skirts and tank tops, not talk to anyone and call in nightly. We were on a budget for food and told we could enjoy cheeseburger, pizza, whatever wanted within our budget (which was like fifty bucks), get a last taste of what we were to be giving up when we got there. I tell you I really did start to appreciate even fast food at a bus stop. We had about two bags, mostly the clothes we thought would be permitted at their house, the camera with the film in it of our dirty deeds and dares the past week and our birth certificate and social security. When we pulled into "Memphis" at the Bus Station, this would be our last stop. This is where we were getting off and starting our new life, they'd drive us back across Arkansas border and the discipline was going to begin for real. I hugged my mom, and said "I love you" and she said "I love you too ... be strong.". My mom had smoked a cigarette a few hours ago at the last stop and we both had an iced coffee to 'calm our nerves' but it was already wearing off for both of us. As I stepped off the bus, I could see them standing there, they had a sign it read "Toy and Joy" and when we walked up with goofy smiles on their face, Master Robert flipped it to say "Two Random Sluts" as part of his 'joke' at our expense. I wanted to hug them, or something but they just stood there like they weren't sure this was for real ... then there was an awkward pause and we all hugged again. Master Robert was tall and thin with short brown hair and glasses. In my mind, I had pictured some sort of 6'4" bald headed muscle man who blew smoke out of his nose like a bull or something. Linda his 'slave' was a brunette with soft eyes but she looked at us with disgust, and kind of made me think of someone a TV show would cast as the "Mom" for a sitcom. She reminded me a bit of an English Teacher. You could see she was wearing a necklace that was her 'collar', as opposed to the dog collars we were both sporting, ours were actual leather with fake studs and all that jazz. "Where is um ... Jordan?" I asked. I had been pretty lazy with the Sirs after the first few days back home, he quickly corrected me "How did you address us?" "I am sorry Sir, I am new to this..." "Already with the excuses, she is your daughter isn't she?" "Yes Sir" my mom answered "She is a lot like me" "Well she won't be for long..." he said completely ignoring my question about Jordan "We are going to check your bags and you out in the car, and then run through the drive-through for some food, it's late and we've got a big day tomorrow. We are both off work, so we can sit down and go over this entire thing." We walked behind them to the car and he grabbed our bags from us and dumped them on the ground abruptly, I am sure he had planned that little bit of cruelty to impress us. "Pick up each item, one at a time and I will tell you if it can go back into the bag" "yes sir" Joy started to bend. He reached out and hit her on the bottom with his hand. "Bend over with legs fully spread, so that if someone walks past they will see your fat ass, and you will each take turns ... if any of you picks up an item that shouldn't be in the bag I am going to flip up your skirt here in the parking lot." "Sir ... I thought ... we wouldn't be required to get naked in public ... that was more of a..." He cut her off and said "Fine, its a standard dare, do you want to earn your scoobies, then get to bending like a good little slut" I was still a little confused about why I should care about the scoobies. I mean, it's like a month away and I only have to earn 400, thats like I dunno, 10 a day, right? However, I agreed to play our game. We got a few sidelong glances from people as they walked to their cars in the parking lot and we just tried to tune them out as we stood there, legs apart, bending at the waist to get our stuff and put it back in the bag. Finally it came to a hair straigtener, we weren't sure if he'd say yes we could keep it. "Are you girls scared to pick it up?" he asked "A little ... sir." "Its the last thing and it's your turn, Toy ... pick it up..." I bent and got it, he lifted my skirt as I was doing it and said "You little manipulating bitches waited til the last second to get the one item I would have found questionable, something for your vanity ... well played" dropping the skirt a few seconds later "I can tell you are going to be crafty ... at least you were smart enough to not wear panties ... how about bras?" "No bra sir" I said confidently. I had gotten used to SLEEPING in my bra before this began, now I was expected to let my puppies jiggle free. "I should take you at your word?" "Um..." "Get in the car and remove your shirts and hand them up to the front ... you can lay down flat in the backseat while we drive home..." "But ... sir, you said we were going through the drive through?" "Oh my gawd, are you going to be such a stick in the mud about everything? I suppose your precious titties are too good for the eyes of some body who works for minimum wage slinging burgers?" "No sir, its not that" as we sat in the car and pulled our tank tops over our heads "As you can see no bra ... it's just I thought in our agreement, we had to be street legal in public places..." "I see your point, no reason to get arrested carting around two pigs without shirts ... fine you can put the tops on when we order, until then lay face down on your fat bellies, with your hands on your butt cheeks so that Linda can keep an eye on your idle hands while we drive. You are going to learn the proper procedures for being transported, so right now I am just testing you to see your willingness to please" "Thank you for testing us Sir, it's just that I thought the boundaries..." He cut my mom off before she could finish yet another of her protests. "Yes ... yes, boundaries, we've got a detailed contract for you to read on video tape when we get home, it covers everything and then some, accidental death, paternity, rent, rules, restrictions, the devil himself couldn't have come up with a more iron clad and inclusive contract. You girls should appreciate my efforts to make sure that you both understood fully what your asses have signed up for ... and what the goals are." ------- Chapter 13: The House True to his word, Master let us dress right before pulling in to pick up his food. He also did not order for us (and that was made abundantly clear to us). We were pretty hungry from the trip, but I guess my stomach had shrunk a little because it didn't break me up. "Something to get used too" I thought back about all the times I had left a half eaten hamburger on my plate. The drive was long and they didn't talk to us, and so we just kept our faces pressed into the backseat and our hands flat on our butts where they could be seen. I had for the dozenth time questioned could this really be happening? I started to fantasize about running away or some other option beside the discipline and humiliation that awaited me at our new home, but at the same time this nagging part of me realized my Mom would then be alone. It's not that I cared about my mom like some dutiful daughter who puts others above herself, it's just well, we'd always been 'partners in crime' in a sense, she raised me, and I guess at 14, I just wasn't sure if I could make it on my own. Besides, I gathered they lived way out in the boondocks of Arkansas, where exactly was I going to go? When he finally pulled into his drive way I heard him say "Okay, you bitches were good, you didn't talk or pester us on the drive out here, I guess that week of easy training has paid off by getting you in the mood to not be such spoiled brats. Bring your bags inside and strip naked in the living room, and hurry your fat asses up..." He said almost casually as the two of them exited the car and went inside. I asked my mom "Are you sure you want to go in?" There was a pause "I had thought about chickening out ... but we've come this far, your friends all know we agreed to get taken down a notch, there isn't much to go back too ... will you give it until next Saturday, before we make up our minds if we can't do this?" "I'll ... think about it" I said as I sat up "Let's get our 'fat' asses in there' I put the emphasis on fat ironically since I actually thought I had a tiny little butt. We walked in to his place, it was much cleaner smelling than our place, much more spacious. A nice three bedroom house in the suburbs, well decorated. It felt like we were undressing on the set of the Cosby show, as we set our clothes on the ground he came walking back in to the living room with a cup of Tea. "You bitches know why you are here?" "Yes Sir" He stood there motionless, as if expecting us to answer why. I broke the awkward silence "Because we don't listen, Sir." "If it was just that you don't listen, I doubt all of this would be necessary, don't you? I mean you are standing naked in the living room of a person who is a stranger to you." "Yes Sir ... you are right" I said. "Oh whats that?" He cut me off, a smile spread across his face, and he got in my face, but I didn't show any sign of being scared, I wasn't ready to give him that satisfaction. "Let me hear that again?" "What?" "What, Sir ... let me hear what you just said!" he corrected and I repeated myself. He stomped his foot as if he just heard the gospel and was born again. "It feels so good to hear that, I've been told all about how you two laugh at others misfortune, all the while living like two trashy, shallow, insufferable bitches ... your former Mother told me all about how she was SOO used to being right and getting her way even when she wasn't right, and how that tradition had been passed on to you ... even when she knew better ... knew she didn't like what she saw in the mirror, she let you get away with whatever you wanted ... now, you are already accepting I am right! Hallelujah ... so tell me, why are you here?" I sucked in a breath of air as I thought for a moment and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "We are here to be treated the way we treated others, to made to physically and mentally suffer embarrassment so we are no longer prideful bitches, who take everything handed to us for granted, we'll earn our keep and be put to a better use, according to our place in your house?" it was basically what we talked about on the bus ride and before. It seemed to make him happy. "Do you see the video camera?" Linda was holding a camera in the living room and we both nodded. "I need you to answer my questions, you dumb sluts..." "Yes Sir!" we both responded crisply. "There is the door ... you can put your clothes back on and leave at any time. Do either of you want to leave?" "No Sir" "Did you come here of your own free will?" "Yes Sir" my mom said, I was a little slower, but I said it too. I just wasn't sure if it had really been my choice. He didn't push the issue though. "You consent to you and your daughter being maintained naked here?" he asked my mom and she answered yes sir, and he asked her why. "It is your rules, Sir" she answered, but he wasn't content with just that. He told her he wanted to know why the two of us would be naked. "There are several reasons Sir, to amuse you and your guests, to teach us that our place is to be one with modesty or privacy, because ... there is no reason to get good clothes sweaty while we do hard work, and waste them on sluts who don't appreciate the things we once took for granted ... to keep an eye on us so we don't try to steal..." "Thats right, good job slut ... now, why should I worry that you may steal in particular?" "Because we are both dishonest sluts, who would lie, cheat and steal if it benefited us, without someone being vigilant over us.". I hadn't really stolen anything since I was little and even then it was bubble gum. My mom reminded me of a time we were in a store and she caught me with some bubble gum palmed in my hand when I was six and made me put it back. When she went up to pay, the person rang up the bubble gum and she said "No my daughter put it back", but he just said "Other hand". I had a second bubble gum for when the first one was taken away. There was a time when we thought that was particularly clever. "So you consent to you and your daughter being searched on a regular basis? "yes sir" "Do you give me parental consent to decide over your daughter?" "Yes Sir, I will sign over permanent custodial parental rights when this goes permanent, and for the duration of the trial I give you authority over her, because I have given up authority over me, according to the limits of our agreement." He pointed out that "IF" this goes permanent was the right way to look at it, and asked us if we were ready to be inspected right now. We both said Yes Sir. At first, while standing at attention he had us hold open our mouths. He started on our hair "This hair is not clean ... you'll be shampooing it in the morning..." He made verbal notes to Linda. He dug his finger into my ear and said "Typical ... ear wax ... not acceptable." He had me stick out my tongue and caught it with his fingers and held it. "You've probably stuck your tongue out at old men and teachers, all your life, just about every photo I saw of you and your mom before this was some sour face ... now your tongue's purpose is to amuse others ... wiggle it." He seemed impressed I could wiggle it still and let it go sharply. He looked into my nostrils "Clean" he remarked, checked my tear-ducts for little eye-boogers, and then moving down to our chests, pinched my nipples. This was the first time I'd been touched by a male really except for a few times at the pool the week before during some dares, and those were friends of mine I was begging for suntan lotion. My mom sucked in air a little harder than I expected. "Does this bother you? Me pinching Toy's nipples?" "No sir" she lied, and when prompted for why "Because, it was agreed that we've used our boobs to get our way with men, and they should now be an object of their amusement ... and that in order to properly inspect a slut, it is necessary to check the sensitivity, and hardness of her nipples..." she said almost clinically. He did not spend much time on our bellies and back muscles, just slid his hand down and asked "And what about cunts and asses?" I knew the answer, but it was the first time she said it "It is, necessary to check a slut's cunt to make sure she isn't aroused by this kind of treatment, because only a wicked bitch would be turned on by being kept this way ... and our asses, to make sure we do not have any poop in our asses..." "Shit ... ladies, go poop ... you take huge shits..." He corrected "Why should I care if you have to take a shit?" He asked rhetorically. Joy answered "If our asshole is unclean or stinky it may not amuse our owner, and ... because we may ask to be permitted to shit, when we should be doing our work ... so it is important that we have fully emptied ourselves when given approval." "Did you let Kevin inspect you and Toy when you were in Carolina?" (our old apartments). "No sir ... I did not trust his motives." "Do you think my motives are pure?" She answered honestly "Not entirely Sir, I know that a teenage girl's body is tempting and you may be aroused and amused by it, and I must learn to be okay with that and not stingy with our affection or attention any longer." Bend Over. Is all he said. ------- Chapter 14: The Big Why The position "Bend Over" is where a slut grabs her ankles (or as close as she can) by bending at the waist and looks up. He pulled apart my dry pussy lips and I could feel myself involuntarily getting wet. "Ah moist ... good, the slut thinks this is fine, right?" "Yes Sir" I lied. "I feel the hymen" he said as he probed around inside of me. "Surprising, I thought for sure you'd wasted it on a hair brush or some trailer trash snot rag ... weren't you dating two or three boys at once?" "Well some through instant messenger, Sir ... online" "Yes ... online relationships ... that way you can just hit 'block' when you are done with them?" "SOME ... thing ... like that Sir" I said, emphasizing "SOME" only because he had stuck a finger into my pooper. "Tight little asshole ... ever had anything in it before?" "Just shit, Sir" I said, hating to be so vulgar but at the same time kind of embracing it. "I can tell ... I feel two little turd balls floating around in there ... don't worry, you'll be getting a chance to shit later tonight ... open up" He said meaning my mouth and without realizing what he was about to do, he slipped his finger into my mouth and said "Good, clean off your filth ... before I do your former mom and sister slave..." He continued to talk to me as he probed her "I heard one of the boys was a black kid ... Dee, tell me about him?" while I stayed in the "Bend Over" position but his attention was on my Mother. "A lot of my school is black, Dee was popular ... but he dressed kind of white, skinny jeans, ironic t-shirts ... I just dated him because he was popular..." "Do you think you are hot enough for the most popular boy at school?" "I didn't say MOST popular, just that he was ... and no Sir, I am not hot ... just, you know ... white girls get an automatic bonus with black guys kinda..." I was trying not to sound racist by saying that we thought on a scale of 1-10, you get kind of a +3 with black guys if you are a white girl. "Only trashy white sluts in Arkansas will date black guys, its not looked upon so good here ... are you a trashy white slut?" A rhetorical question if I ever heard one, as I stood in his living room totally naked, grabbing my ankles, having just cleaned my own doop off his finger, next to my mother. "Yes Sir, I am a white slut." "Do you think that I can teach you to be more than that, by treating you this way?" He asked as he ordered Linda to pan around and take video of our "pale white asses". "I don't know Sir ... I'd think this would just encourage me to be a slut?" I answered honestly. "Thats a good answer, tonight we are going to go over the training plan for you and your former mother, and demonstrate how things are to be done here ... each lesson you will have an opportunity to ask questions and by the end, if you think this training will not help you, I want you to tell me, understood?" "If I say I don't think it will help, will I have an alternative to living this way?" "There are always alternatives" he said, but failed to elaborate. When he was satisfied with the inspection, he had us kneel on the floor in a relaxed position at his feet while Linda continued to video tape. He went over what he called "The Big Why", why we were there. He went into detail about all the things my mom had told him that we both did. How we manipulated, how we used others, how we didn't feel guilt or remorse for using others, for wasting things, and it was I have to admit all very true. He then went into how having structured domestic discipline can turn a willfull bitch who is encouraged and permitted to get away with the things we have by society into good women. That Linda and her daughter Jordan were not like us, they respected men, were polite and trustworthy and thats why even though they had rules, it was not like ours. We were to meet Jordan in the morning and we were to be on our best behavior with her, but they wanted to first meet us before exposing her to our wickedness. "You two are wicked, unruly, lazy, contemptible brats" He'd say, and then he'd go for about five minutes about how something I did that I thought was cute at the time, I may have seen it in an episode of Degrassi or iCarly or something even, was some sort of really abnormal behavior. The thing is, in the context he was telling us these things, it sure did sound that way. The thing is, it was the year 2010, not 1955 or whatever. All my friends acted this way with their parents, some worse than me. Drugs and cigarettes are old-school, we don't revolt that way. This is the age of the instant everything, internet, cell phones, texting, sexting etc. Kids with cell phones that take high res pictures can document every wild party, every odd moment when they feel like flashing in the bathroom to no one in particular, captured in the reflection in the mirror. Miley Cyrus, Vanessa Hudgens all the Disney and Nickelodeon starlets were doing upskirt panty shots or totally nude pics, all our role models told us it was okay to be a little trampy and snotty ... hell, Brittany Spears little sister got pregnant at 14 and threw away her career on Zoey 101, it is an age of empowered 14 year old snots, so why am I hear with my bare asscheeks resting on this guys tile floor? He told me that he couldn't do anything about the rest of the world, but that he was going to make it his life's mission to undo the influence a mega-bitch and monster like my mom had passed on to me, because it was all she knew how to do. He told me there were three phases to my training, I was in "Phase One". When I demonstrate mastery of the basics of service and humility, then I will be tested and move into the next phase. If I submit willingly to all three phases before I turn 18, then I will be presented with an option to either live under the same rules as Linda or remain in phase three until I reach 18. He told me that 14 year olds can barely think a year ahead and that it probably seemed surreal to me to think of myself as an adult. That much was true. However, he said that when I was 18, I would be given a percentage (25%) of our earnings in cash dollars from whatever work we did if I was in phase three at the time I moved out. If Phase two 10% and phase one only 5%, and that he could demote me, even if I pass if I fail to try hard. I have to admit I am kind of greedy and both me and my mom can be very competitive naturally, so the idea of 25% of anything in cash struck me as kind of a nice carrot on the end of that stick. I mean I had very little choice in having to be bare ass, but I may as well get PAID for it, right? He laughed at the idea he could see my eyes light up and already be plotting for how I'd spend that money. "I can see why you two could get away with being such cunts to people ... I have to admit, just now watching your face light up when you thought about how this will benefit you financially, and seeing you already mentally wasting the money I gave you on whatever frivolous purchase made me laugh, because you did look cute..." I smiled at the complement "BUT ... by the end of this, you will be looking towards college, and your future and you will be taught with authority over yourself, comes responsibility over yourself and those around you ... how to be a good girl, and to embrace your female side, and not be such a raging uncontrollable bitch" "As for your former Mother, well she isn't so lucky ... she is too far gone to 'graduate'. I am not convinced you are fixable either, but at 18 I can't hold you here, and you already know that, so I won't pretend I can..." He fixed his gaze on me as he continued, and then ordered us into the "Liar's position" I wondered why it was called this, it was one of the five positions we were taught the first week we started this. You get on your hands and knees, legs spread, ass up, face down on the ground and hold your ass cheeks apart. I mean I get why this would be amusing to a guy, it was to Kevin and Wayne (yes Wayne, got a peek when his mom wasn't around). Master Robert was about to explain why it earned that name. "Your mother has pretty eyes, wouldn't you say? Ice blue, they seem to smolder and twinkle, she's learned to use makeup to accentuate them?" I agreed and he continued "Early on in her life, when learning to use one of the few things open to shallow mean spirited bitches, she learned to use her physical attributes to get her way ... if she couldn't seduce, she could bully, intimidate and thats what she did with her brothers and step-father, shooting them ice-daggers of disapproval with just a look ... is that not right, Joy?" I heard my Mom agree with face down on the tile floor and "She also learned to lie when that suited her, if she wanted to pretend to be totally blameless, or that she was hurt, she could turn on the water works ... I am surprised the two of you haven't yet, because I suspect you learned from her how to do that?" "It's not like she sat down and gave me a class on it, Sir" He laughed at my candor. "Cute, Cute ... but let's save the cuteness, for your pink little buttholes ... you see the eyes may lie, but the butthole won't ... here get up, I want you to see something" He motioned for me to get out of position and look at my mothers spread asshole and he told her to give her affirmation. "Sir, thank you for training a cunt like me, teaching me to accept my place, for humbling me so that I am not prideful, for beating me so that I am not arrogant an lazy, thank you for supervising me so I am not tempted to be sneaky and deceitful ... please do not have any pity for me, I ask you to treat me this way, because if not, I will give into my natural female impulses and remain a crabby, self-absorbed bitch who does not know who are her betters, and why." He asked her "Are you crazy for wanting this?" "No sir, I am not crazy, I came to the conclusion that I've made bad decisions in my life about almost everything, been hurtful most of all to people who loved me, been stingy with my affection and attention to those who wanted it, and now with the help of my owners, I will be trained to be a good girl and kept in line." "Did you notice her asshole puckered while she was talking?" he asked me matter of factly. "I tried not to give it that much notice, Sir" "This is for your education, you dumb bimbo ... pay attention, keep your eyes glued on that pink little pucker hole of your Sister Slave, who after tonight, I want you to stop thinking of as your "Mom" and more of as a Sister slave, you both represent life support for six holes and four tits to me, but I know that as long as you cling to your past bonds, you'll be looking to her as a leader and a role model still..." I could just see out of the corner my mom's butthole start to curve in and pucker a little bit on that last part, almost like it was kissing the air. "Thats right ... you saw it that time,.when I want to try to get the straight answers from you, I am going to put you in the liar's position ... I still need to verify your stories, because you are untrustworthy twats" There it was again her butthole definitely shifted "But this gives me some idea that the whore is actually feeling a little involuntary remorse for her lies ... it's like a lie detector, not a perfect science ... so get back into position." He proceeded to go over several questions with us about whether we got off on this treatment, and were we serious before he moved on to the other demonstrations of the night. ------- Chapter 15: The Demonstrations Structure and doing things right and in a measured why was really important to Master Robert. Unlike Kevin who had let us slide and get sloppy, every thing seemed to have a reason and Master wanted us to know that reason for doing it. He went over how we were to walk, talk, eat, fart, shit, piss, carry ourselves, and the consequences for not doing it. He went over my rent again. I had earned almost eighty scoobies in total during dares and for being on good behavior back home. "It's simple, you earn four hundred by the end of the month and you get to keep on serving just like you are now." "If you don't, for every hundred you fail to turn in ... you spend one full day ... the hell-days are my choice, they each reflect a theme ... let's call them "Whoredeals", sort of a play on words between the whores you are, and the ordeal you face ... they'll focus on some aspect of your failings and imperfections ... your rage and anger, your laziness, your failure to take this seriously, but they'll also be a type of training that will make you want to avoid a hellday. Your mom thinks if you guys don't have a hellday right away, you will blow it off and wait until the end of the month and try to make a deal with me to get out of it, is that true?" Okay, I have to admit she had me pegged. " ... Thats true, Sir", I said pretty confidently. "Well, I told her I'd ask her that question just like that, and we made a bet. If you lied and said you wouldn't then you were going to get a hellday tomorrow, pony girls, you'd have been prancing around here high stepping like two animals, because she thought you'd lie and still wait until the end. I on the other hand, felt that it was too soon to introduce you to helldays, and decided if you told me the truth, I'd be willing to give you enough rope to hang yourself at the end of the month ... do you want to do a hellday tomorrow, just to see what it's like?" "No sir" "Another honest answer, good..." He had us spend about fifteen to twenty minutes on each of the "demos", where we had to alternate being the 'training dummy' and physically act out the position or the lesson. He went into detail about how we were to act under different protocol levels in the same situation. If he called out "Green Light", "Yellow Light" or "Red Light" that meant different levels of discrestion depending on the situation, where Green Light was pretty much around the house behavior, Red Light was reserved for visiting guests and in public our 'Least slutlike behavior'. He used the word "Vanilla" I guess to mean 'passing for normal' but was careful that I was to know that I would never, not even when I get to school after summer is up, be fully 'vanilla'. "What happens in the house, stays in the house..." He said reinforcing the fact that some of this was the voluntary agreements of all of us on how to lead an alternative lifestyle and just between us. "Some people are gay and lead a totally straight life on the outside world, not really because they are protecting the rest of the world from yet another gay person ... it's that they are afraid of the reactions to their choices, from the people they care about most..." "Therefore, you will still outwardly demonstrate your discipline in public places, and tomorrow when I take you to wal-mart, goodwill, burger king and a few other places the 'vanillas' of the world will be, they will be lessons in not just dodging and hiding behind your old personas ... you will have to accept your training and be honest with others, before you can be honest with yourself. That being said, as Joy likes to point out, it's not "Green Light" protocol on you two in public." "A lot of Masters will tell you that they want "Absolute" control or "No Limits". He said reflecting "I don't buy that ... if you want any proof, just order someone who agrees to no limits take a hammer and start bashing in their own brains ... suddenly they have limits." He said almost making a joke. "I told you before, that with authority, comes responsibility. Something I believe in strongly. To demonstrate that, I don't have ABSOLUTE authority over you and your former mother. I have limited authority, the authority laid out in the contracts you are going to read and what you've been taught tonight. This limited authority is still pretty all encompassing, I own your asses ... but just like I own this house, I can't just set it on fire if I want without a consequence, hell I can't go away for a week and just let the lawn get nappy or else I pay a fine to the home owners association ... Owning a gun, is another example, you can't just fire it off any where you want too, when you accept the responsibility of owning one, you agree to those terms and limits..." "I don't want robotic sluts who aren't afraid of anything, I like your fear. I also don't want to go to jail, so other than my main reasons, it's also some accommodation for the outside world, that not everyone is going to be amused by your slutlike behavior ... but rest assured, girls you will be demonstrating it a lot, and to strangers who you would have once treated like assholes, jerks, and people to use, now you will be a source of amusement for them, because frankly thats a step up from raging bitches who ignore, demean and use, you got me?" I certainly did. After he and Linda made us read contracts that had been carefully discussed by my mom (which I had never read) on video tape, they had us do one final thing they called "Entertainment Hour". "You could have at any time left the house before submitting to this, you know that, and you can leave right now, with your clothes and nothing bad will happen. I'll drive you both back to the bus stop." He made us both register acceptance of this fact before continuing on video tape. "Tonight we've video tape your acceptance, and of course I have not only the pictures taken by Kevin and Sheila when you were in their care, but also we are about to make a tape of Entertainment Hour, with the understanding that not only will this be uploaded to youtube, and put on websites your friends frequent, but copies will be sent home to your grandmother and uncle, who as I understand the bitch Joy failed to fully prepare for what they may receive, if you leave before the trial is up without a valid reason." I believed the part about youtube. If you type in booty-dance, or spank or just about anything, short of hard core porn, you'll probably see something like it on youtube. I remember a comedian saying something like that, and it's true. He went over valid reasons which mainly involved the inability due to health risks and us failing to pass certain key tests and milestones. The trial period was intended to give us all 3 months to see if we could live this way, them included and so they could back out. "However, instead of giving up at the first sign of adversity, which is the hallmark of your mother and yours life, you must only leave at set back out points in the trial ... if you leave at any other point, either of you, then the tapes and the pictures go 'viral' (meaning go out to the world)." I smiled, He kind of had me. I had actually been all night long thinking maybe I could just call my grandmother and go back home before this got TOO serious. "Your former mother asked us to do an entertainment hour on the first night, which you will be doing a lot of while you are here, because she knew you'd both need something hanging over your heads to keep you from just walking away." He also told me about the 'red flag' system. "There is no safe words here, thats lame." I wasn't sure what a 'safe word' was exactly but I got the general idea it had something to do with safety. "Instead, if there is something we tell you to do, or dare you to do, anyone can call a "Red Flag" which basically means hold on ... now let me tell you, a lot of what you are going to do is designed to intentionally make you uncomfortable, you shouldn't live comfortably ... you understand that right?" I said I did and he continued "So ... this red flag is a big deal, it means within 48 hours we have a family meeting, in a similar format to how you girls sat tonight at my feet and discuss the problem, if it turns out to be a frivolous way to have stalled the inevitable, I'll punish you severely and possibly even release the tapes ... if however, it is a legitimate concern that wasn't addressed already in the rules you agreed too, then we will have a dialogue about it, and adjust the rules accordingly ... any rule changes, you all have to agree too." With that understanding, he had us first address Grandma, and I had to pick my nose, and eat a booger, spread my asscheeks and cut a fart, dance on one leg while rubbing my tummy, and pat my head. I had to push up my nose like a piggy and squeal for my uncle and say what a slut I was and how I was loving being a shit-head. My mom had it even worse, her video was first addressing her mom and saying how sorry she was for slamming the door in my mothers face just for offering advice, that she always knew she was still behind the door and purposely waited to re-open the door before inviting her in. Then she had her thighs belted to her elbows, so that her ass stuck out and her elbows were folded like wings, and she quacked like a duck. She shit in her dog bowl and pissed into it for her brother's video, saying that is what she thought of him and that she'd always wanted him to 'pimp her out' because she was a dumb whore and that she never appreciated the times he'd taken her to get groceries (because she had no car) and envied him. I could almost see the ice-queen melt a little with a tear, but no such satisfaction was given. Then it was our turn to do the last part of the video together. "Kevin said you didn't lotion each other up, when you were there, why not?" He asked my mom as we both stood at attention before the camera. "You shaved each others pussies, why did you have a problem rubbing each other down with body lotion? Aren't you just a slutty mother with a slutty daughter?" "Yes Sir, I am ... I guess, I just ... felt, like, well it felt sexual" "So ... did you not understand that part of your training would consist of equal parts pain, of humiliation, of bondage, and of sexuality training?" "Yes Sir, I guess just with her, it felt ... like maybe too far..." "You are afraid you will get aroused while you apply the lotion?" She swallowed "Yes Sir" and before she could register a "But" he caught her off. "So then on tape, let's see and I will verify if you are the kind of wicked bitch who gets turned on by being rubbed down with lotion by your daughter." Cocoa butter was brought out, and we first started on each others bare arms, he was patient and let us work to the shoulders, then around the tits. She was trying not to make eye contact with me, I was definitely not feeling anything below the waist on this. However, as she worked it into my neck and then later to my waist, and thighs, and we each had to stop doing the other to turn around and get it all around the crack and up into the rim of the butthole it began to get moist for me, and my nipples got hard I started to even breathe a little unevenly as the lotion was spread around my pussy lips and it continued when I did the same for her. "Are you two sluts aroused?" "Yes Sir" we both admitted. "Exhibit A" he tweaked a nipple of mine between thumb and forefinger..."An aroused tit ... a sign that a slut has her mind of dirty thoughts instead of her assignment to just rub lotion on a body ... BEND OVER" I complied and he brought the camera down to my bent over pussy from behind "Look at the dilation of her asshole ... as it was covered in creamy lotion ... would you like to masturbate right now, slut?" I answered "Yes sir" and he said "Too bad ... sluts like you can't take pleasure in this..." But you reader ... you can jerk off to this story and I hope you have been all along. ------- Chapter 16: Lights Out Girls This is Joy again, I hope you like hearing from me now and then to provide a little different perspective than my overly dramatic daughter who I have to admit, has a good reason this time to make it sound kind of like gloom and doom. I want to also point out, it was not all serious talk that first night. He did try to joke and brake the ice and the entertainment hour was supposed to not take on the totally sexual overtone it did. I am glad he taught me an important lesson about my inhibitions and recoiling at performing with my Sister slave. However, I had hoped it was going to take on a more playful tone. I know as far as youtube videos go, tying up the babysitter is one of the common themes I saw on there, and even moms and daughters getting into booty music together and clapping ass cheeks or what have you, so I was not going to be "Mother of the Year" by any stretch, but I also wasn't going to be the weirdest thing on the internet either. The part that seem to top off the night for me, was how they left us. They showed us a cage big enough for us to both sit our bottoms in but not lay down flat. It was to remain in the living room (it had a blanket that could cover us). The cage had a tiny little piss bucket in it, and thats it. The cold metal of the cage bars pressed against my ass cheeks as I sat down, I could already feel them digging in to leave waffle marks of red stripes in my skin. We sat backs to either end of the cage, with our feet sort of pushed up to one another, there really was no room to lay out though. I had been in a cage before when I tried this before, but she hadn't. This was her first time, thankfully she was pretty spry. "Good Night Girls" was all they said. They didn't cuff us or bind our feet, so the first thing that happened was the tickles. Not in a funny way, but more in a "Hahhaha, this should be irritating" way as we sat in complete darkness trying not to make a sound. Then we started playing footsies, kicking each other with our feet to try to get a little more room. I had never slept sitting up like this and wasn't sure how I was going to do it, and she was more than a bit frustrated with the situation. It seemed like a natural way to pass the time, til "Click" the lights went on. It was Linda, she was in a nightgown that went down to her feet. "I can hear you two ... if you want to be gagged and bound tonight, we can accommodate that." she said nothing else before clicking out the light and walking back to his bedroom. "Why doesn't she have to be naked?" Toy whispered after she was out of earshot. Thats definitely my daughter, having just been threatened with cuffing and gagging to immediately break the rules, this was going to be a long summer. "She is better than us, she gets to have comfort and modesty, but in exchange she also has to keep an eye on us when Master is away, so that interrupts her training." I said. I knew this because of the many hours I spent talking to Linda. Linda was also self conscious about her body and Master Robert felt no need to push her hard and make her strip. I kind of felt bad for Linda, in my mind I felt that she secretly needed to be pushed and made to accept her body, but that was her decision to make, and I barely felt comfortable accepting the decision of Master Robert that Toy be trained as she was. "Let's try to get some sleep, ass munch" I said. I called her ass-munch because it was an inside joke, every since she was three I called dillweed, dillole, buttmunch, pretty much anything you'd hear on Beavis and Butthead, as a term of endearment and probably because even if I knew it or not, her and I had more of a friend relationship like Beavis and Butthead, where Butthead was sort of the boss. "Are you scared?" "yes" I whispered. "You?" "No..." she said. She had no idea what was in store for her. I think knowing, and having had some experience in bdsm training (nothing really as structured or continuous as this, it had all been 'sessions' and more with whips and chains), the anticipation is what got to me and put butterflies in my stomach and has been pointed out earlier "Made my butthole pucker". Them cutting out the lights and just cutting off our attention, was also a powerful message. It said "Okay, we are done with you playthings, now go to sleep." and that is exactly what I needed. I hated to admit it to myself and I was going to do what I could to backpedal and cling to some dignity, but deep down inside, I knew I needed to face my fears and embrace this new lifestyle if I wanted the ass slaps and the hardships to be worth the change. So far, other than a few sucked dicks, you haven't heard too much about the sexuality training. However, I knew that there was an equal component to training, just like you can't learn baseball by just catching and hitting, without throwing the ball, you can't learn discipline without all of the elements. Sir had mentioned bondage, being kept in this cage, and unable to move and go where we wanted. Unable to run around the house and swipe from the fridge or watch television. That is a powerful lesson. If that was the only lesson though, it would be lopsided. Humiliation. You've seen and heard a lot of that. It is important for someone whose pride made them a raging bitch, to be laughed at and accept herself in her new role. Breaking us down and rebuilding us, it was essential to be included, but if thats all you see here, then we'd maybe just be attention whores who got off on it. That wasn't the lesson and we were going to have to do things in the most extreme and perverse way so that it wasn't going to make us seem 'hot' or 'sexy', while at the still time amusing men. This is the reason why trailer park whores was the theme. If you see a trailer park whore, you may smile at her, but you sure aren't going to think about building a life with her. He didn't want us to be the object of peoples pity, more the source of their amusement. Pain, if there is anyway to get into this thick head of mine a lesson, it's to beat it in. I am a tough bitch, I grew up with three older brothers who all played football, drove camaros, the typical white trash redneck boys who didn't have a problem wrestling me down or trying to kick my ass (until I made myself into the queen bitch and made them feel small for trying). Pain is there because we hurt others, so we need to learn how it feels to be hurt. Pain is there, because if this becomes too comfortable, then we aren't learning. The thing is, with an ass like mine, you could beat it until my pussy lips chap, and not necessarily make me cry, but twice tonight alone I felt like crying, so there is more types of pain than physical. I just didn't want to admit it (yet). Obedience, doing what others want. You know you read a lot of internet fiction about how someone "Wants to be a slave" and "Wants to be made too" and you may think thats how it is supposed to work. However, I had come to the conclusion that doing what others want, without wanting in return, that is truly the lesson of submission. So I don't have a problem saying I want to learn to submit, and do what others want of me, because to me that is one of the most reasonable lessons you can get from this. I think it's important to distinguish "Do you want your ass spanked, because it's a fantasy and you get off on it?" versus "Do you want your ass spanked, because you are naturally a naughty cunt and you know it will teach you not to do that again?" So you've seen some of the most mundane things, from eating to taking a crap, being made part of my daily life in the forms of obedience. Cleaning up someones house, hard work, not being lazy, which is my natural state to want to sleep in, thats what we are learning. Sexuality, I think in all the of other core parts of this training, Bondage, Humiliation, Pain, Obedience, the sexuality training is the one that sort of overlaps. Yes, its kind of sexual what we did with the lotion tonight, and I could see Master's cock rise in his corduroys. I didn't want to deny him that, he deserves to take some pleasure in this, for all the disruption to their lives we represent. There is a gritty/rawness to this part of the training, even when it's just involuntarily being aroused because of the situation, the cold air and the sexual tension. Even sitting here in this cage tonight, with our butts flat on the metal cage, I could feel my nipples involuntarily stiffening, as my pussy meat sticks to one of the metal rungs on the bottom and I shift my weight to let my lips hang in between two rungs. You may be saying, "Look, thanks for the lesson, it's something to think about, but I want to read about sucking, and fucking, and kissing and licking and..." and I don't blame you. You wanted a stroke story, not a lecture, you may want us to skip to the part that better turns your screw. Okay, learning from obedience and doing what others want me to, thats exactly what I will do. ------- Chapter 17: A day in the life So two weeks had passed, and we were meeting expectations. There had been some road blocks, some 'red flags' but by this point Toy was embracing phase one, and I was doing my best to be the best bitch I could. We had met Jordan, for a 9 year old she struck me as so well behaved and much more mature than I would have expected. She seemed to be living a bit of a sheltered life, where I had done my best to prepare Toy for the real world at that point, teaching her there is such a thing as "South Park the cartoon and that the world is 'real', they seemed to be content to leave her with what I call "Cosby Show Values", insulated from the harsher aspects of life. I can't really say my way was better, given where we were and how the roles were. We had gone in public, and done some dares and we had got to understand "Master's List", this was a list of items he could simply order. They were harsh enough that they should be limited and could count towards our contribution to the house, but unless we had rent, we had no choice in the matter, and at this point we weren't even half way to rent. We had learned about the privileges list. When Master wanted, he could offer us something randomly like an ice cream bar, or he could even pull out an official list of things, these included stuff like coffee, a smoke (outside only), and tampons. (Yes Tampons were not a right, they were a privilege). We were learning that as we contribute to the house, there are rewards to girls who do, but neither of us were willing to fall for our greed and splurge at this stage. I should also say that Master had begun to make me "Escort". This was something that Joy knew nothing of at this point. She knew I would be rented out to 'clean house topless' and to 'dance' at bachelor parties. However, my primary job involved him taking people off Craigslist and then screening them. He'd take a deposit, get their ID, and go over the 'package' with them. There were three packages, the 'Bronze Package' was just straight sex, while the silver and gold packages let them beat me or put me through the ringer. They were for regular customers who had demonstrated an interest in being able to rent me for that, and to date I hadn't done silver or gold training. Any money I earned, I was to turn over for scooby snacks (my rent). If we backed out of the trial legitimately (for a good reason at an approved time), he was going to give me back 50% of the money I earned so I could start over. However, once it went permanent then all of the money would just be spent on upkeep/making life better for Sir and his household. There is something very powerful wicked about instead of fucking for free, charging money for it. It is even more wicked to then turn around and having earned that money with the sweat off your ass to hand it over to someone else, especially if the person you just fucked, who paid good money to share your time, attention and body knows you are giving his money to someone else who doesn't have to pay. The training to be a good whore for Master, was intended to make me understand that with every relationship I had, I controlled when (if) we had sex. This was not to be the case any longer. Now I fucked when and who HE said and for his benefit. That I could not be stingy with my affection, with my body, with my time and attention, that I'd have to try hard and if not, I would suffer the consequences at the end of the month for not being the best whore I could be. Today, is just an example of what our life was like, to give you some idea of the nature of the training. At about 4am we awoke to the kicking of the cage, it was Linda. She was saying "Up and at em lazy butts" and she unlocked the cage. We were locked in to prevent us from roaming the house at night. We crawled out, butts in the air, one at a time, and took our affirmation position. On our knees with our legs spread so you can see our cunt fully, with hands behind head, we are to give an early morning affirmation to whoever releases us from the cage. "Linda, thank you for letting us both out of the cage, and waking us up to let us begin another day of training and service for Master Robert, we appreciate your time and supervision in reporting anything we do wrong to Master, and pointing out our shortcomings". Part of the reason for the affirmations regularly was to reinforce our place in the house, but also so that the other person was reminded constantly that this was something we asked for and not to feel sorry for us, not that Linda did. She had nothing but contempt for my parenting style and I could tell she really didn't agree with the degree to which Toy was being trained but she carried out the instructions she was given. After I gave my affirmation, Toy gave one similar and then we were asked if we had pissed in our piss bucket. It was left in the cage in case we had to go, and we would be punished if we used it (but it was preferable to use that, rather than just spray master's floor). Our bodily functions were heavily supervised and regulated, to reinforce the control that was over us. You'd be surprised how so many Master's just focus on sexual 'orgasm' control, and not control over diet or the simple joy of being able to take a nice relaxing crap. "No Ma'am, we resisted the urge to use the piss bucket last night, because we know we have to hold it until permitted to shit and piss." "Do you dumb cunts, need to do it now?" "Yes Ma'am", this was a regular ritual and we knew that if we didn't go now, we wouldn't get a chance until the afternoon. At first this was particularly hard for Toy to get her head around, because I don't think she really believed they could make us hold it. "Then follow me ... on all fours of course..." turning in her night gown to walk without looking behind her, like every morning for the last two weeks we followed single file butts up on all fours, to the backyard. There she cracked open the door and looked outside. It was dark and they had a fenced in yard, however it would be possible for a neighbor to see if they happened to be up at that ungodly hour. I had requested photos of the backyard and they sent me some of Linda standing out there naked to prove that while it's a risk, it is a reasonable one. "Beg". She said We got up on our hind legs, and put our hands in the air as if pawing and pouted "Ma'am, please, may I piss and shit out in your yard, like an animal..." "Why should I let you?" "So our cunts and asses won't be full later today, and we can work harder for Sir." "He doesn't care if your cunts and asses are full, it amuses him ... you'll have to do better ... why should I waste the time I could be sleeping watching you two dumbasses take a shit in the yard, it disgusts me." It was Toy's turn to answer, we tended to switch off, so that I was not doing all the talking "Because if you don't watch us, we'll want to be lazy and take a break out there." not that being naked out in morning dew on someones lawn was much of a break, mind you, but there was a ring of truth to the fact we would have taken advantage of the break in supervision. "You seem ungrateful, sour and resentful that I let you go outside like this, do you think you deserve to use a toilet seat like everyone else in the house?" I had learned not to just say "Yes M'aam" or "No Ma'am", I had to add a why even though I wasn't asked why. "I am sorry we seem resentful, that is our natural assy disposition, especially in the morning, we know we don't deserve the quiet solitude and comfort of the toilet bowl, thank you for just letting us go at a time when few people may actually see us squat like dogs and shit like the beasts we are." "Alright, we don't have all morning, get out there and drop your loads, ladies". Saying "Ladies" as ironically as she could, we crawled out to the center of the yard, dug a shallow hole in the dirt, planted our feet and sat up, then proceeded to squeeze cheese into the hole and let out a stream of morning piss while the dew was still wet on the ground and the sun had yet to rise, as we had every morning since we first got here. We were supposed to wait a full three minutes squatted over the hole we dug, to be checked but it never felt like a full three minutes, my heart was racing, on the off chance a neighbor may come out to walk their dog and see two completely naked women (except for faux leather dog collars) in the backyard across from theirs. I could feel the mud in between my toes as I steadied myself, I finished first without a grunt or a burpy fart which was supposed to be the right way for us to go. Linda walked up behind me and rated my effort "Hmmm ... one giant banana ... just like yesterday, you've got anymore shit up in that vast cavern you call an ass?" "No ma'am" I said quietly. "You know its so gross to have to come out here and watch this, If Master didn't care to tell if you had dietary issues and watery shit, he wouldn't send me out here. You really should thank him when you get a chance." "Yes Ma'am, thank you for reminding me", in the morning I can be a little curt and not as jovial. We were permitted a little gallows humor about the training, but in the morning like this I seldom felt like joking around and Toy even less. "Well, what are you waiting for? Toilet paper? Haha ... because that would be a waste on dirty stinky asses like yours ... get inside." "Yes Ma'am..." in truth we were waiting for permission to go inside, we were allowed to walk unless explictly told to crawl, so we got up and jogged our little naked selves to the back porch door and went into Master's kitchen to await Linda. "Sir has to be woken up by 6am for work, so you have until then to wash yourselves and start morning chores before greeting him. Let's move, chop chop, girls" Linda actually has to get up before us to get herself ready, so she likes to rub it in that "While you bitches were snoozing" then tell us how she finished her college homework, this morning is no exception as she marches us to the bathroom. Here we run cold water, and step into the shower without waiting. We have about one minute to soap one another up, and wash each other's hair. They like to make us wash each other instead of as they say "Being tempted to play with yourself ... only you know the right switches and spots on your body". Then we air dry as we step out, get on our hands and knees and apply tooth paste to two tooth brushes that have been glued on either side of the toilet bowl. We are supposed to move our entire body back and forth in a rocking motion for 60 seconds while Linda times us, and swallow the tooth paste (a lady can spit, we swallow ... so we were told, Master loves double entendre and puns). We get a few minutes to straighten our hair and apply a little make up, honestly with our freckles and pasty skin, thats not so much about vanity as it is, just not scaring the crap out of Master with our morning faces, haha. Then we have to shave. Shaving is a full regimen here, it's done very slowly and deliberately, pulling one another's cunt lips apart and really making sure there isn't even a tiny curly wild ass-hair anywhere to be seen. We get to wipe off the shaving cream and apply cocoa butter body lotion over each other. This morning like a few others before, Toy has chosen to tweak my nipples and twist while she applies the lotion. They tolerate that and don't say anything about it (unless I was to protest/ask her not too). Then Linda says "What have we here? Naughty Nipples? Someones mind is in the gutter while her former daughter rubs lotions on your tits?" Reluctantly I agree, with my head down, the rule is I am not supposed to get aroused unless I was told to get aroused. "Would you please punish me, Linda?" "You'd like that wouldn't you? Because I don't punish as hard as Sir?" "No, it's not that ... just that, I know he will have very limited time, and it may make a better impression on me if you do it now" which is half-true, it's also that she doesn't punish as hard as Sir and even though I know I belong here, I also am trying to avoid punishment. It's hard to explain how I can see the long view of what I need to have happen and at the same time try to dodge whats coming to me. I guess you could chalk it up to the female mind. "When sir wakes up, you'll tell him you got aroused while Toy applied lotion..." and she marks it down in her little notebook where she keeps tracks of our transgressions, corrections and scooby snack balance. "I can see goosebumps on your skin, and your face is flush too, do I need to check your sopping wet cunt to see if it's moist from all this?" Obviously I have goose bumps I just got dry shaved there, but I do not say that. I also know she isn't going to believe me about my cunt no matter what I say, even if it wasn't dry so I say "Yes ma'am, I got turned on while I got rubbed down with lotion and my cunt is wet". "Get on all fours, its time to be milked and get your enemas..." she says making a mental note. I should also say that we take birth control daily, so the chances of actually lactating are pretty slim. I never breast fed my own daughter, because I was on WIC and got the free enfamil and smoked back then, and honestly had no idea it was even a 'thing', it just seemed nasty and unnecessary. We don't have the biggest boobs, in fact you could say I vary between an a or a b cup, but lately they've been saying "You look like a member of the itty bitty titty committee" Making fun of my dumpy ass and my little jugs is part of the treatment and I understand that, but I am starting to believe it. Anyway, it was decided that three to five times a day we'd apply fifty dollar breast feeding pumps to our boobs and let them suck for five to fifteen minutes to "Milk us" to see if our titties could be 'put to any good use'. So far nothing but raw, red, extended nipples were produced. In the morning, she administers a fleet enema while the milking is going on (we do it on all fours). It's just a little bottle that you pick up in a dollar store, and "PLOOPS" it up our butt for about five minutes before letting us drop the water in the toilet. (We can't actually sit on the toilet seat, we have to hover about a foot over the bowl and let the water drop). If any brown runs out, it means we didn't push hard enough when we were permitted to go on the lawn, and she'll mark it in the book and we'd have to say something like "Sir, I held back my shit this morning on the lawn, and I was caught when given an enema" to which he'd reply something like "That is because you are FULL of shit, you dumb sow..." and assign a punishment. Thankfully today the waters ran relatively clean. "Well ... nothing up your asses, what a surprise ... I didn't see much come out of little toy's rump this morning, I thought we'd catch her not being completely clean..." Linda says. Toy shakes her head "No, I learned my lesson the other seven times, Ma'am" with a coy smile. It only seems to make Linda wince a little at the false pleasantness. I wonder if I come off like the Grinch trying to pretend to have Christmas Spirit in the same way when I put on my thankful face. No time to ponder that too long, Linda reminds us one other reason she has to check our "Shit" is that if she saw corn or peanuts or something we were never given permission to eat, thats a severe punishment. Punishments are ranked in order starting with what is called a "Funishment". They keep small scraps of paper in a goldfish bowl with light punishments (and a few privileges just to keep you guessing). These are for very light offenses, you simply draw from them. Then punishments are ranked from category one to ten, with each rank being higher in severity. At Phase one, none of Toy's punishments go over a three, and none of the ones she is witness to me doing go over a four. I haven't even received anything above a seven since I got here (but I haven't done anything warranting it yet). They also call it a "Correction" because the punishment is supposed to make you reflect on what you did, and make amends and contrition, not just be amusing to them. Thats the term they tend to use when we did something to deserve it. Master's "List", the things he can just choose to make us do, include submitting to a full hour of a particular level of 'punishments' even though we did nothing wrong, in those cases they usually just call it "Training" or "Attitude adjustment". ------- Chapter 18: Waking up Master After finishing up in the bathroom (the door is to remain open the entire time) we are marched still naked and collared into Master's bedroom where he sleeps soundly. Here we are to softly hum, on our knees along with Linda and follow her lead of increasing the volume until he opens an eye. This particular morning he is a little groggy, gives himself a morning stretch and a yawn, then says "Gah, nightmare ... two ugly naked bitches ... oh yes, my newest property..." he is of course joking but we don't crack a smile. "C'mon thats good stuff. A-material" he says sitting up. He is naked, and has morning wood, a lot more hair than one would expect of a man so thin. "This is not for you two." he makes sure we know that his wood was not wasted on us. We had a 'Demo" on anatomy on that first day, and part of what was discussed was the male anatomy. We have to call it a "Cock" or "Dick", never a pecker, penis, pee-pee or willy or any term that would make a man feel small. I was kind of holding my breath the first time he undressed infront of her, but Toy seemed to take it in total stride, I guess having watched southpark and with internet and all, it wasn't exactly the greatest mystery in the world what men had. We were told that it is a complement to us, if our behavior does lead to wood and we should thank the Man for noticing us if its applicable. Master Robert felt it was only right to see both sides, male and female. We are supposed to recognize the various forms of "Thumbs Up" a man can give and show our appreciation for their attention. Now at this point, we may give him a full body massage, but he doesn't have a lot of time, so he asks Linda what she has laid out for him and approves (he'd never let us pick out something, because as he says we have no taste) and then tells her "Take little butt to the kitchen, I'll keep big butt here" She nods (she doesn't have to always say 'Yes Sir') and Toy and her go to prepare breakfast (I am a notoriously bad cook, so my purpose there is to clean only, never to prepare food). "Let's see what you can do about my wood, I am going to let you gobble some cum this morning, would you like that pig?" "Yes Sir, I would ... thank you" getting to my knees without being told and taking his shaft, I work my mouth around his cock as he has instructed without using teeth, slobbering and pounding it into the back of my throat. "Softer, the rough stuff is for later tonight" He hints, while stroking my hair, and periodically slapping my face, when he finally cums he makes sure to shoot into my nose and laughs..."Have fun licking that up, while I go piss and get ready...". Pulling me by my hair into his bathroom as he sits on the table and rips a massive "FRUOPPPPPPPPPPPP" "I bet you wish you could sit on a toilet and do this, don't you?" "Yes Sir, but I understand why I am not permitted. I used to be a gross pig who'd delight at her own disgusting laziness, and find my own farting hilarious." He makes a face like he is uncomfortable and then turning to me while I kneel and lick the cum off my finger and face "You and your farting, you definitely are like school in summertime." "School in summer time, sir?" "No class". He laughs at his own joke and then says "Kneel here, while I shower" throwing a towel over my face like a towel rack, he expects me to remain motionless while he showers (or stands there and watches while the water runs, I can't be sure because I can't see with the towel over my head). He calls out casually while in the shower "Did Toy do that thing this morning where she tugged your nipples just to get you in trouble?" "Yes Sir" "Little skamp ... and Linda didn't punish you right away did she?" "No Sir" "Did you ask her?" "Yes sir, but she said, I was just trying to avoid your punishments and she would have me tell you this morning..." "Yet, here I am asking ... are you aroused right now?" "No Sir" "Alright, masturbate for five minutes ... I want you to get as aroused as you can." "But Sir, will I be punished for getting aroused if you told me too?" "No ... you are going to be punished for your arousal earlier ... I just need your pussy to be wet so I can administer it." "Yes Sir, thank you." I say and begin to finger myself. I should say though I am not as mechanical a slut as you may think. A man you can just start pumping your cock and pretty much get hard, but for me it takes a little while to build, so I wasn't making a lot of progress." He steps out soaking wet from the shower, pulls the towel off my head and says "Give me a taste of your finger..." and after sampling my stink finger, he questions "Can you not even get your own self off?" "I am sorry Master, I was trying, perhaps it was because of the position I am in and with the towel on my head..." "You could get turned on when your former daughter tugged your nipples, but not when you directly play with your pussy? Okay ... that will have to wait until I get home then, let's go eat ... you can crawl, dumbass." Crawling behind Sir, into the kitchen the table is set for three. However, Linda, Jordan, and Toy are all kneeling. Linda and Jordan are fully dressed. "Good morning Sunshine" he addresses Jordan the youngest first. "Would you like to eat?" "Yes Sir, thank you..." and he tells her to get up and have a seat. He asks the same question of Linda and she joins him. I am on all fours near Toy and she is still kneeling, they pretend we aren't even in the room. After a few minutes of their eating breakfast "So Linda, I understand that Joy got aroused this morning but you didn't punish her?" "I thought it best if you did." "I need you to start administering punishment immediately when there are infractions like that, because I really have so much with work, that by the time I get home, they've racked up new infractions and forgotten the old ones ... understood?" "Yes Sir" "Tonight, you'll be punished with Joy, for that." he states and Linda gives a sidelong glance to Toy, who was the one who got us in trouble in the first place. "I am going to take your mini-van, I want you to have my car washed, the lawn mowed, and do the mall test today. Obviously, they need to exercise and clean the house with supervision ... I'll call you to check in later today ... okay, I suppose we should let the two bitches give their affirmations and then eat ... Sluts, Affirmation." Thats our cue to get into the position on our knees with legs spread wide, hands clasped behind head and outstretched, tits out. "Sir, thank you for permitting us to serve today in your house, we know that our disgusting bodies are offensive, and our manners are worse. We understand why it has to be this way, to keep our sorry asses both in line, and not take pleasure in our treatment. I want to thank you for giving me the structure and correction I need to be a good slut, and contribute to your household." Toy's is close to mine and he stops her and makes her come up with something original. Then he says "If you weren't such slow, slobbering, beasts I would have had time to give you a scooby challenge this morning, but work is more important than you ... Jordan, would you be so kind as to get their bowls" Without saying a word, smiling as if this is totally normal, she stands up and goes to the freezer, gets a large bowl of oatmeal thats been cooling in there for the last few minutes and sets it down in front of us. We have to share a bowl, it was decided it was funnier to see us bang our heads together trying to eat within the time limit than two separate bowls. Then a water bowl is set down with luke warm tap water. It is perhaps a testament to how well they raised Jordan that after having some long discussions with her and her own set of "Demos" (while we play the training dummy), she adjusted to our presence, in a household many would have a hard time understanding. "Ah, enjoy ladies ... I see Zeus is up" Zeus is their dog, he is a big, old lazy mutt, and no I hadn't had sex with it. We talked about that, but as their family 'pet' this was not something he wanted to see. He did however delight in watching as we ate on all fours while Zeus sniffed our asses. We were told "This is perfectly natural, just let him get familiar with us, and tolerate the sniffing" "What does he see in those stinky butts?" Master asks rhetorically. Linda replies "Well he does love the taste of warm garbage..." they both nod and finish the food. "Well I'd love to stay and watch them lez out while they clean their faces off, but duty calls" he made certain to make it clear that the next step after we dunk our entire faces and noses is to embrace, and lick each others faces clean of cold, plain oatmeal and there is really nothing you can say about it except it does feel very 'lezzy'. So with pretty much no audience at all, we are both left in the kitchen to do just that, while Linda pops in and out, getting Jordan ready for school. She checks our faces somewhat hastily and says "Good enough for now ... okay, back into the cage, I've got to take Jordan to school". Sir could probably drop Jordan off at school, but Linda almost treats him like she is his Mother. I wouldn't say that to her, but she handles all the details and errands he doesn't like to bother himself resolving that he probably should be responsible for, but who am I to talk? Anyway, we are not permitted to run around loose when no one is home, so we get put back into the cage hastily, locked in and then without a word she flicks off the lights, locks the front door and leaves us alone sitting quietly in the cage. ------- Chapter 19: Household Chores for Household Whores You would think we would talk a little while we sit quietly in the cage, but usually both of us just sort of sit quietly and zone out. There is no television in the background (something I used to always have when I had my own place) so there is just awkward silence. I wanted to ask Toy not to twerk my nipples in the morning and get me in trouble, see if maybe there was a bigger issue at work of resentment for putting her in this situation, but at the same time I no longer felt like I had the right to really ask her to do much, since I had been reinforcing my abandoning my responsibilities and authorities over her so I kind of just let it lie. After about a half an hour, we heard the door unlock. There is always this moment where you think maybe it's going to be a stranger and they are going to catch you sitting naked in a cage with another girl, but of course no one else has their house key, and it was Linda coming back from dropping off her own daughter. "You know ... if you had just spanked your daughter's ass before she turned into a brat, she probably would not in this situation?" She asked me as she unlocked the cage to let us give our affirmations. Automatically taking the affirmation position with hands clasped behind head, I answered "Yes Ma'am, thank you for spanking our asses when we deserve it to help us learn not to be brats, you are right, I was a bad mother, a bad person, who didn't take seriously the responsibilities I had, when I was still able to make those decisions for myself..." "A crappy affirmation, but it will do ... toots, what you got?" she said to Toy and Toy replied with her own version of a thank you, trying not to sound bitter or sarcastic thanking someone for smacking your ass when you fuck up is harder than it sounds. "Alright, stand up ... we've got to get laundry done, turn around..." she handcuffed my left hand to Toy's right hand behind our backs. "With only one idle hand each, you can get into less trouble, I hope ... one of you will sweep, while the other mops..." and we went to get our cleaning supplies quietly, while she popped open her laptop and began to sip some Starbucks. We were quietly talking about nothing in general while lost in our work, when she looked up from the laptop "Come over here, you two..." and we walked over together, back to back as the handcuffs allowed "Gag time, I can hear your chatter..." We each opened our mouths, and a red rubber ball gag was stuck into our open 'yappers' as she called it and then clasped tightly behind our head. "Your mouths aren't supposed to be used for talking, unless someone wants to be listening ... now let's go do laundry" She led us into the laundry room, and the drill is after we load each item in the laundry machine (with our teeth), one of us is usually required to sit on top of it, to see if we can avoid getting turned on. Since we were cuffed together today though she said that she'd rather we practice for the "Show" The "Show" was to be our first big 'Test' or milestone. It was in a few weeks, and Master was inviting over some friends of his to put us through our paces, rate our bodies, personalities, and submissive demeanor. "So you two can booty dance for a while..." she flipped on some music that really wasn't fast enough to be considered "Booty Music" and we both tried to shake our asses awkwardly. "You are supposed to clap your cheeks ... make it so they flap open and flap closed to the beat, girls you dance totally white, even for Arkansas ... thats bad..." not making it any easier was still being cuffed and the long train of drool starting to roll from the rubber ball below my bottom lip and on to my bare chest. I am absolutely forbidden (punishable offense) from breaking that chain of spit on my own. When we had the clothes dried, folded and put away (when I lived on my own, I barely did the 'wash' part, then just wadded them up and put them in the 'clean pile' for us both to pull from). "It's time to wash Master's car ... Let's get your buttfloss on" she threw our string bikinis at us, which we picked up off the ground, still gagged and cuffed, and she said "Oh alright ... fine, spoil sports" as if we were not being very much fun for not trying to get the suits on with one hand behind our backs and gagged as she released us. "Clean up that spit with your finger and swallow it ... before you put those tops on..." As tops go, these yellow cords were more like literally 'strings'. They were the ones we had worn down at the swimming pool back before we left, and they still felt every bit as revealing, in fact I felt more naked then when I was naked. "Master has a dare with the standard reward for you, the dare is simple, it's just how long will neighbors stand around and gawk without telling you to go inside or complaining about what they see ... so you have to decide how far to push it, and you are permitted to talk to the neighbors, in fact don't direct anyone to me. I'll be reading my book in the shade on a lawn chair, supervising ... If I want to intercede on your behalf I will, but otherwise you need to explain why you are washing the car if they ask, and why you are dressed that way, do you both feel comfortable with that dare?" "The twist is, there can only be one gold performance today, and I get to decide who that is ... it probably won't be the girl who got me in trouble this morning" She didn't say if that was me for not getting punished or Toy for getting me aroused in the first place. The idea of competing against one another appeals to us both, I think its just aggressive nature. Still, I was feeling that old familiar 'pucker' as I adjusted the suit bottoms to better cover my pink. Padding outside in bare feet and a itty bitty yellow bikini, carrying a sponge and soapy water, Linda takes up the garden hose, crimps it and gives us both a spray of warm water straight to the face "Loosen up girls, have fun with it ... Oh look, duct tape..." expecting us to present our hands, she then duct tapes sponges to each of our palms. "So you don't drop your sponge ... good luck" Sitting under a shade, on a hot summer day with a nice glass of something to drink, a little sundress and straw hat, she looked every bit the "Desperate Housewife" suburban 'vanilla', while just ten feet away in her drive way, were took almost naked women in dog collars and string bikinis with duct taped sponges to their hands. She shouted "Be glad it's just your hands, Master wanted to wrap the sponges around your butt, but I told him then you'd have more coverage on those lily white cheeks than you probably need ... you can thank me later." she looked back down at her book and we were left to wash a car. We really didn't know what we were doing, we just started soaping it up. I had never washed a car by hand, in fact I can't remember ever taking a car (When I did have one before it got repo'd years ago) to the car wash itself. So we just slopped soap on to the car and farted around, almost laughing playfully. Thats when the neighbor showed up. ------- Chapter 20: Meeting our neighbors Water had splashed all over us as we made a sloppy mess of washing Master's car. I turned slowly feeling the cold air on my skin and a sudden pair of eyes staring back at me. Eyes wide, mouth half open, a mixture of 'WTF?" "LOL?" and "Could this be a Prank?" on his face, he looked part hispanic, in his late twenties or early thirties, with two other friends in the background. This would be our chance to earn some scoobies, if we could camp it up. I wiggled my butt for him and looked over my shoulder, trying to seem 'sexy' but he just laughed. "What is this, man? A porno shoot?" he said in a Bronx accent. "No sir, we are just washing our Trainer's car" "I thought you two were naked from my house." He stated the obvious as he continued to stare. "No sir, all dressed ... see" I said snapping the waist band of my thong. I think I have one of those 'faces' that people seem to feel they can come up and talk to me about things. Ordinarily before this training, I would just blow someone off and the more I did, the more they seemed to want to talk to me and ask me things. It was all the effort I could do to be nice and patient, so I added "It's yellow, so I can see how you may think it was flesh colored ... does it offend you, Sir?" "You ex-military?" He asked ignoring my question. "No sir" "Whats with the Sirs?" "I have to call all men Sir, because I have been a lazy brat who took everyone for granted, looked down my nose at them, and never showed respect all of my life, until I came here and agreed to be taught to respect others, Sir" "Thats weird ... I thought you may ex-military, when I got out, I felt like calling people Sir and Ma'am for a while, before I could get my head around civvy life. Listen, I don't mean to be a pervert or anything but I want to apologize about my friends staring at you guys..." "Thats okay, you are free to watch us all you like, Sir ... if it amuses you..." "Damn, thats hot ... you guys Sister or something?" noticing our obvious resemblance, and my daughter being about the same height as me, I've been told before (when someone was being polite) we could be sisters. I could have said "or Something..." coyly, but having not had a lot of practice answering questions from strangers, I stepped in it and said "She is my biological daughter, sir..." "Holy shit!!" They all lit up and walked a little closer "You don't care if your daughter is out here hanging out in that outfit?" Toy looked up and acknowledged him, smirked and kept on wiggling/jiggling/washing just like me while we talked. I almost felt like it was us who were toying with them and not the other way around. "No Sir, why should I mind that she has to wash the car with me?" I asked playing innocent. "Uh ... because her entire ass is hanging out, no offense." "No offense taken Sir, you could see as much as that beach" I wanted to say more but he asked me her age, we were told to say "Eighteen" to strangers in situations, which is exactly what I said, and that was good enough for them. "Why is that other girl not helping you wash the car? She the gramma?" he laughed. "No sir, that is Linda, she is just here to supervise us and make sure we do a good job..." Toy was still working on the otherside of the car, sort of hiding out of view. I started to feel like the "Gold" reward for this dare was in the bag for me, when I saw her come around to the front, she had moved the back of her bathing suit to reveal the pink of her ass and twat, and bent over to dunk her 'sponge hand' in the soapy bucket right infront of them. She lingered in that position on all fours and I watched all their attention shift and their mouths hang open and she turned around and said "What?" innocently. "Am I popping out of my suit? We taped these sponges to our hand ... would you mind fixing me?" she smiled and he obliged, taking the time to sort of wedgy her and adjust the waist band of the thong, stretching it out. She seemed no better covered when he finished but she thanked him "Thank you Sir" I think they would need a cold shower, they walked away in stunned silence and I whispered to her "No fair!" "All's fair in love and scoobies, and this aint love..." she laughed. Still, we were manipulating these guys, we weren't learning our lesson fully that they were our betters, to some extent, even though they were getting over on us. I couldn't help but wonder if it was fair that we sort of directed the flow of the conversation, at the same time, it made me feel a lot safer that I still could. When they walked away, Linda called us over. "Did you pull your g-string to the side for those men to look at your snatch?" she asked us. Toy said "Yes, is that not what I am supposed to do?" "Were you told you could show them your snatch?" "No Ma'am" "Did you want to show them your snatch?" She asked sharply. There was a pause as my former daughter considered her words carefully "You two are far too comfortable ... Here, no one is looking hand me your bottoms..." we were both hesitant "Don't worry your pathetic little asses will get covered..." In exchange for our bottoms, she ripped the sponges from each of our hands and duct taped one in front and one in back. "That should hold ... Okay ... get out there and rub up against the car with your cunts and asses until at least one more neighbor strolls past, I am sure someone is bound to come by ... oh and Joy, I heard that guy call me a Gramma ... you did okay, not agreeing with him" she was giving me a complement. "The sponge can cover your hood and your lips, but if you bend over you'll both have bare beavers, so bend over at your own discretion, I've left about two inches of butt crack on the top." As we started to walk back to the car, she told us to come back again. It was all I could do not to let out an exasperated sigh. She said "Open up girls..." and without thinking we opened our mouths as wide as we could, given we'd be conditioned to accept gags and she stuffed our thongs on our mouth. "If someone comes up, you can take them out, if you dare..." she smiled sweetly and went back to reading her book. She had made no attempt to ensure my bottoms were the ones that ended up in my mouth and I knew that was on purpose. It wasn't long before a kindly old man came walking past. I wondered if he normally walked the street or the curiosity of neighbors in bikinis He looked like a retired English teacher or something, had hair in his ears, big nose. He could not resist saying hello and we just waved back. "Thats all I get? I saw you two talking to the other fellas a little earlier, and I thought you'd be a little more friendly, guess I am too old to warrant much of a anything else?" he was fishing for attention. Ordinarily, if someone did anything that passive aggressive to talk to me, I would have made them feel about six inches tall and pointed out what they were doing. I just gave him a "No, not at all" kind of look and a shrug of my shoulders. He seemed to be standing there as if waiting for something more. Toy did it first, she opened her mouth and took out the bottoms she had been gagged with. "Sorry, we had these in our mouth, Sir." she said kindly, holding up the buttfloss bikini bottom. "Why on earth for, Girl?" he asked, feeling this was an invitation to come and chat with us. "Well ... Sir ... we don't have any pockets, as you can see?" she said smiling broadly, and holding her hands out as if to say "What else could we do?" "Hahaha, that you don't ... that you don't" He repeated himself but added "So ... my eyes aren't like they used to be when I was 18 and superman, "So, why did you take them off in the first place?" "They were distracting to the neighbors, so Linda felt the sponges covered more ... don't you agree?" she said sticking her butt out for dramatic effect. He clearly didn't expect that, exasperated and unable to say anything clever, he said "Teenagers these days ... you know, I've got a great daughter, whose your age, and she wears those itty bitty bikinis like the jersey shore ... I suppose cat got your tongue too?" he said looking over at me. I spit out the bottoms and held them up for him to see as if to answer his question affirmative. I knew I was losing this little contest for who amused the passerbys and I wasn't putting a lot of effort into this one now that I was. "Oy Vey, I had one like you when I was 20 ... body built for speed, like a corvette..." He said as he walked away, unable to process what he had just seen. Linda called us over..."Okay, play time is over ... it looks like Toy was the clear winner of this little dare, but I don't think either of you earned a Gold, I'd say Silver to Toy, and Bronze to Joy, (I only got one scooby, Toy got five). "It looks like your nipples are hard, don't tell me that old man got you all hot and bothered, Joy?" "No Ma'am, I guess it's just the hot air and the cold water..." "Or the horny bitch, and the horny bitch?" she said not convinced. "Yes Ma'am" ------- Chapter 21: No rest for the wicked Once inside, we barely got off the wet top and sponge, when Linda told us we needed to get into high gear, we can't just 'lolly gag' around. We had to pump our titties first, with the breast pump, so we got on all fours and held the pumps in place, staring at each other. "Alright you shitstains ... let's see those udders..." she said after five minutes and gave our tits a tweak "Damned, it's like blood from a stone, these are never going to give milk this way ... well hopefully it at least makes them a little tender..." she said pinching my nub between her fingers as she took the little plastic pump from me. "It's time for exercise ... so let's move your fat asses..." Five minutes of high steps, jumping jacks (where the idea was to bounce so that ass cheeks are going up at the same time tits are going up), Hula-Hoops (Jordan's idea), then 100 sit-ups. "Sweaty, stinky butts..." there was a sheen of sweat and body lotion on us both, kind of like that fine sheen from a race horse thats been running. I was out of breath but Toy was keeping up. "You two need to piss and shit? ... what am I saying, it's mid-afternoon, of course you need too..." We thanked her for giving us permission, unlike the morning when there was very little chance of discovery, during the day we got our food dish and each took turns shitting and pissing in it, then cleaned it out together and presented it to her. She had us shower again, and after we went through several of the same rituals from the morning to make ourselves presentable we were told to pick out clothes for each other. They liked to make us choose outfits for one another, because kind of as a joke, and perhaps out of spite I would pick something that did not match and was particularly clashing for Toy and she would do the same for me. I think in her case, she felt that I had in 5th grade sent her to school like that on purpose, but it was just that a few times I hadn't really cared how she dressed and let her go to school in cowboy boots and denim skirts that looked kind of frumpy, but it wasn't intentional. Too late for excuses, to win perfect parent of the year. Today's ensemble for me consisted of 3 inch heels, a white tank top that said "White Lion" an old 80s glamrock band that I am ashamed I even remember, and a denim micro mini. In Toy's case, I picked a green tube top wrap-around, and a black micro mini, and same kind of shoes. "We'll eat at the mall, if you are good, you eat people food ... This is an opportunity to earn a few scoobies and you will at times have limited supervision, so you will be proving you can at times handle yourselves together alone. Let's get in the car, standard positions..." Standard positions in the car, meant that we were to pull our skirts up around our waist, sit on our hands (palms up) so that each butt cheek rests squarely on a hand. This way we couldn't be poking each other or sneaking around or feeling anything up, and our pussies would squarely be visible to the driver, so we weren't grinding them on anything. "Master's new shiny car..." she said laughing at the half-assed job we did washing it. "You don't even know how to wax it..." she laughed as we pulled out. She flipped on the radio and drove to pick up Jordan from school. Jordan got shotgun (we both ride in the back). "Hey mom" She said, giving her mom a hug and a kiss and ignoring us when she sat down, buckled up without being told too, and sat back. "I love you, honey" Linda answered back, it was a sheer contrast to my inside jokes of saying "Whats up Chickenbutt..." back when it was just me as a single parent. They made pleasant conversation about her day and we kept our mouths zipped. There aren't any real malls on this side of the bridge, so we had to cross over the bridge into Memphis itself and we pulled into the Hickory Ridge Mall. This is a pretty fancy mall, but even dressed as we are, with the Hot Topic selling spiked dog collars to emo girls and Twilight fanatics who think they are vampires, we really aren't that out of place. We are to walk a pace behind Linda and her daughter, and keep up with them. "You really should be on leash's..." she said noticing a parent walking a kid with one of those little monkey backpacks that attaches to a leash. "When Toy was little, I tried one of those ... she was about three ... she took one look at me, one look at the velcro strap on her wrist and took it right off. I threw it right in the garbage and just held her hand..." I offered good naturally. "Do I look like I want to hear one of your trailer park stories about your life right now?" She asked dryly. "No ma'am". "There is a shoe store here, you are going to sit down and try on whatever shoe they offer you. You are not going to take your hands off the arm wrests of the chair for any reason, no matter what happens, we'll be gone for about thirty minutes looking for some candles and bath salts ... if you do well, it is a standard dare." "What is the goal, ma'am?" "What do you mean?" "Is there a way to win? Like how do we know what we are supposed to do?" "Ah I see ... you competitive little twits, need some way to keep score?" We both nodded in agreement. "Fine ... whoever tries on the most shoes, wins ... but you can't take your hands off the armrests, so you'll have to ask for assistance ... get at least twenty shoes and it's a gold dare, that's 10 scobies a piece just for sitting on your ass and letting a sales assistant catch a glimpse of those precious little cookies of yours without panties, pretty easy work..." "How will you know how many we tried on?" Toy asked impishly. "You will tell them to put it at the counter and ring them up separately ... naturally, when I get back, I will pretend as though I told you to do no such thing and you will apologize to them for wasting their time... Jordan had no comment about the dare, and surprisingly there was no male sales assistant, so we had trouble finding anyone on the sales floor who was willing to put the shoes on for us, they acted like our arms were broken. Then we spotted him, a "Nice" guy, probably in his fifties. "You two seem bored, waiting for someone else?" I wasn't sure what to say, "No, we um ... were just waiting for a sales person to come bring us some shoes to try on..." He noticed the few that we managed to get someone to bring to us (but not put on our feet). "It seems you already have a few, nothing to your liking?" "Okay ... I will level with you Sir, we um ... made a bet, and the bet is we can't take our hands off the armrest ... but we need to try on at least thirty shoes..." "Why?" "This is embarrassing ... you may not believe this but, we ... do not have any panties on under the skirts we have on, and um, I was wondering" I was about to ask him if he'd be willing to help us out when a broad and extremely perverted grin ran across his face. He slipped to his knee and began taking off my shoes immediately. He took off my daughter's shoes next, and said "Al Salvarado, shoe salesman at your service". He didn't work there, but he was willing to play our game. In the course of the next thirty minutes, he took more and more liberties, at first a full on peep up our skirts, before long his fingers started to play up our legs. "You really aren't going to be mad, if I do anything at all to you, while I put these shoes on your feet". I thought he was talking about pinching my tit or copping a quick feel. I said "No sir" He looked around uncomfortably and left once again taking with him the shoes we had on originally. In a few minutes he came back and slipped them back on our feet and I instantly felt something sticky. He smiled like a nice old grandfather who just slipped you a five dollar bill after you visited him for the weekend. Instead though, he had cum all over the inside of our shoes in the bathroom somewhere. "Viagra" he said and with that he left us both there. It wasn't long before Linda returned with Jordan and she said "So how many shoes did you ring up?" "None, ma'am ... they um..." I started to explain what we tried and how we trusted that nice older guy, but I didn't want to tell her the story of the cum, because I wasn't sure yet if Toy even realized what it was and I definitely didn't want to say it infront of Jordan. She had seen us get punished and she knew a lot of things about us, but a man jerking off into our shoes, that was definitely above the line. "So you get nothing ... a pity you wasted thirty minutes, put all these shoes back on the shelves, we are going to the food court." I could tell from how Toy was walking she was figuring out that sticky stuff wasn't glue. "Ick" I said smiling and she just rolled her eyes as if she was disgusted more with me than the old man. It didn't take too long for us to put back the shoes, even after resisting the urge when the sales people offered to put them back for us to let them. Then it was off to the food court. "You can each have plain cheese pizza and water to wash it down" we were told once we got there, as if that was nice. "This Parmesan cheese, smells like your ass" Toy said to me privately, as she piled on parmesan cheese to her one slice of plain cardboard tasting pizza. This was by far the best food we'd had since we got there. "Remember to thank Linda for this when we get back to the table" I whispered and she said "You aren't the boss of me..." and she was right. ------- Chapter 22: Avoid the Noid So we sat down with Jordan and Linda at their table in the center of the food court. We are not permitted to cross our legs, but we also don't have to sit so far apart that our cooches catch flies either. Linda was about to say something as she dug into some chinese food, when suddenly the nice old man walks up again. "Fancy bumping into you ladies again..." "Hello Sir, we um..." I said awkwardly trying to think of how to handle this weirdo. I quickly introduced Jordan and Linda and explained he had been kind enough to help us at the shoe store, hoping that he would take the hint that I didn't get too graphic and not go into any detail. "What are your names?" he asked of us "Oh us? I am Joy and this is Toy..." "Hahah, rhyming names, thats cute ... is Linda in on your little game you were playing at the shoe store?" he asked bluntly. "Yes, it was her idea, but we lost the game, because we didn't ring up any of the shoes you put on our feet Sir" You told her I left you a present inside your shoes?" "Uh ... no sir, I left that detail out..."I smiled a little sourly and kind of indicated Jordan was present, hoping he'd get the hint which he did. "Joy, what present did he leave?" Linda demanded, "Do you need to be searched?" "No ma'am, not a present we can spend, it was quite a complement, but I don't think that I should say in um mixed company..." "Nonsense ... you deceptive little tramp, why didn't you tell me about this? What is the present, say it right now or I'll take you in the bathroom and spank your ass so hard, you'll be shitting out of the your front instead of your back..." "Um ... he, well he masturbated into our shoes, Ma'am" Linda burst into laughter, and Toy looked around like she suddenly realized what that was she had squished between her toes. "Why didn't you want to tell me this?" "I didn't think perhaps Jordan should hear, Ma'am?" "She isn't a baby, she knows what masturbation is..." she said indignantly, quite the opposite reaction that I had expected. Meanwhile the older gentlemen saying "Ho, I didn't mean to rile up the bees nest here, I thought it was all fun and games ... I was going to see if you ladies were playing the same game with the pizza as you were the shoes?" "You mean you want to cum on their pizza?" Linda asked very shocked at how bold he was. "Yes ... if they don't mind ... my viagra lets me go again and again, feel like I am fifteen again..." "Well you sluts, do you want to earn a Gold by gobbling up a pizza with extra cheese?" I started to protest, Toy wasn't supposed to taste cum this early in the phases but she said "Uh ... sure" and made sort of funny little face, like 'whats the big deal?' He smiled and said "What about you Linda?" and she said "Oh no, not me ... but if you want, you can take Joy into the bathroom, she'll help you shake up your bottle if you like..." He seemed like a man who just learned he won the lottery. I walked with him to the men's bathroom and ducked inside with him into a stall, carrying our two barely eaten (now quickly getting cold) pizzas that were to be the 'treat' of the day. He pulled down his pants, and there I saw his cock. It was like a dogs cock, uncircumsized, rolled up and pointed, but his balls, his balls were incredible. I've never seen balls like these, they hung so much lower than any man's I had ever seen. I got on my knees and began to suck his oddly shapen cock, trying not to look up at his face. He had that look like a Norman Rockwell grandfather who should be in a movie called "On Golden Pond" with a fishing hat or something. Sucking his cock seemed so wrong, so nasty. "Not so fast ... slow it down" He guided me to bob a little slower, until finally he just said "Okay" and I slipped his semi-flacid cock out of my mouth and he put it over the two pizzas and came a full load of cum for what seems to be at least the second time in an hour. I managed to get the lion share on my pizza, If Toy was going to do this dare, I was at least going to make sure it wasnt that much cum, she got about 10% of the spunk that was now white cream floating on the top of my cheese pizza. He said "Thank you ... I want to watch you two eat it together..." and he walked back with me, still smiling and I set down Toy's infront of her and sat down with the one I'd picked for myself. "Not so fast, Joy ... swap pizzas..." she said without even looking at them. "They are probably uneven ... now eat." she thought I had been selfish and stuck my daughter with more old man cum, but I actually tried to be nice. I wanted to say something but instead we swapped, I smiled and took a bite. Toy said "Gross ... old man spooge..." reflexively after biting into a particularly drenched part of the pizza. Linda said "That is totally disrespectful to our guest ... You apologize this instant!!" "I am sorry, uh Sir ... I've never tasted cum before, I thought it would taste like mayonnaise..." "I am the first guy's cum you ever tasted?" "Yes Sir..." she said matter of factly "I'd rather not finish the dare, Ma'am..." she said pushing the pizza to the center of the table. "How old are you, little one?" he asked. "Eighteen sir" as we had practiced. "You can't shit a shitter ... eighteen, and never tasted cum, care to try again?" We all looked at each other and then she said "Fourteen Sir" He started to get shocked "Holy Mackeral, is this where that guy comes out and tells me to have a seat over there? The Dateline show? Fourteen? I take it you are her mother?" He asked me. "Yes sir, but I no longer have parental authority over her, because I no longer have authority over myself ... you aren't on any show" I tried to seem calming and not dismissive of his stupid over-reaction. Linda piped up "Sir, I am sorry you are getting upset, and I am sorry our littlest one here didn't fufill her obligation to you ... Toy, stand up, and put your hands on flat on the table ... Joy you too..." we did as we were told. "Toy, tell this man you are sorry for wasting his seed on a pizza you aren't going to eat" and she apologized. "Joy, you'll finish both pizzas standing up ... both of you will remain standing until all three of us finish our lunch, and you won't take a drink of that ice cold water unless I give you permission." They ate for about ten more minutes, while Toy stood there, with her hands flat on the table. Meanwhile I stood there eating the pizza dry and wishing I had something to wash it down with, then finally put my hands flat on the table. The man was trying to find out what sort of arrangement we all had but Linda was fairly vague with him. They discussed us like we weren't even there. "You must admit, they both have sour dispositions" she'd say "No no, they seemed very nice" He'd look on the brightside. "Thats just an act, to avoid punishment, rest assured when they get home they'll be punished for this, if you give me your email I'll ask sir to email you photos..." "Would you like to pinch their bottoms before we go?" she asked at the end of the conversation. "Oh definitely" and he gave us both a very grabby "Cuke" of thumb fore finger and index finger upskirt. It was the kind of thing I used to get from creepy old uncles when I was a kid, but that was over my pants, not under my skirt. "We'll finish our shopping, you two stay here at the table, and when we come back you can throw away our garbage..." the three of them just walked away, leaving us behind to stand there like idiots. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2010-07-27 Last Modified: 2010-07-30 / 11:23:53 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------