Storiesonline.net ------- Saving Sister by Shrink42 Copyright© 2011 by Shrink42 ------- Description: His ideal family life was suddenly in jeopardy. His loving sister had fallen under the influence of an ill-intentioned 'friend'. There was only one action that stood a chance of saving her, but it went against so much of what he believed and the way they had always lived. Can he do what is needed? What will be the long-term effects? Give this one a chance to warm up. Codes: MF cons slave lght ------- ------- Cast CHARACTERS that appear in the story - not necessarily in order of appearance: Bud Haller - about to be eighteen, HS senior Ed Haller - Bud's father Julie Haller - Bud's mother Kim Haller - Bud's sister, 2 years older Chuck Haller - Ed's brother, bud's uncle Cassie Haller - Chuck's daughter, Bud's cousin Karin Morin - school psychologist Roger Morin - Karin's husband Duchess - Gloria Solberg - PhD psychologist - owner of D-House Meghan Solberg - Gloria's niece and slave Pet & Pup - Meghan's parents, Gloria's slaves, cousin, and brother James - D-House manager, bouncer, Master Plum, Gem, Rose, Lily - D-House customers Chet Lewis - Bud's maternal grandfather, Julie's father Carol Lewis - Bud's maternal grandmother, Julie's mother Ron Lewis - Julie's oldest sibling & only brother Jess Lewis - Ron's wife Christi & Carla Lewis - Bud's twin cousins, college students, 3 years older Marilyn Morrison - Julie's older sister Gene Morrison - Marilyn's husband Ted Morrison - Gene's son & oldest child, Marilyn's adopted stepson Sonja Morrison - Marilyn's and Gene's oldest Brad Morrison - Marilyn and Gene's youngest Kathleen Webster - Julie's younger sister Mark Webster - Kathleen's husband Jeannie Webster - college student, same age as Kim Sarah Webster - 1 year younger than Bud Josh Webster - 3 years younger than Bud Jason Montague - Assistant Professor of Psychology Kelli Bronson - high school student, friend of Josh Webster Ellie Webster - Mark Webster's mother Jill McCann - Mark Webster's older sister ------- Chapter 1 Bud was beaten so badly on the play that he just followed Cassie to the basket, waited until she came down from the layup, then yanked down her shorts. "Brat!" she accused, stepping out of the puddled shorts and making a successful grab for his. "What fun is that when you've always got that damned jockstrap on," she chided. By that time, he had grabbed the waistband of his jock, so she just snapped it in frustration. Pretending to turn away, she spun back to step on his shorts so he could not pull them back up. Chuck Haller's driveway was long enough so the garage, where the basket was hung, could only be seen from a few places. Cassie, Chuck's daughter and Bud's cousin, had never seemed to care who could see. She had worn no panties under her shorts, and only a sports bra on top, and she was in no panic to get out of sight. While Bud untangled his feet from his shorts, Cassie teased "I don't see why you can't go commando, too. It damn near disappears when you play, anyway." Bud snapped his finger against the front of the jock, producing a sharp sound from the plastic cup insert. "Yeah, yeah." "Well, how long would you like it to be out of commission?" Bud shot back. "Hah. If you don't sharpen up your game pretty damned quick, there won't be any groupie pussy to worry about this year, anyway." Finally disentangled, Bud extended his sweaty arm and Cassie slipped her sweaty body under it and her own arm around her younger cousin. Together, they walked into the house, grabbed several bottles of cold water, dropped the rest of their clothes, and went through the patio door to the pool. About ten feet from the pool, they both set their water on a table, sprinted, and dove in side by side. Time was running out on what had been a unique and wonderful relationship. At twenty-two, Cassie was heading for an assistant basketball coaching job four hundred miles away. She had just graduated from that university on a basketball scholarship. All of Bud's life, until she went off to college, they had lived within a few miles of each other. Bud Haller would be starting his senior year of high school and would be starting at small forward for the second year. At 6'2", he was short for the position, even for high school, but good leaping ability, long arms, large, strong hands, and an uncanny sense of positioning allowed him to hold his own against taller opponents. Their fathers were brothers. Ed, Bud's father, was a police lieutenant, while Chuck, Cassie's dad, was an engineer. Both brothers had followed surprisingly similar paths, otherwise. Both had gone into the service out of high school, choosing the minimum enlistment term, even though it meant some reserve commitment. Both had gone to college, found their spouses while in school, and even had a child before graduating. That might seem like a challenge economically, but the four Haller siblings, two men and two women, were gifted with trust funds from three generations back. In fact, Bud and Cassie's generation would benefit, as well. The funds were enough to provide a decent living by themselves. Coupled with a solid career, they allowed the recipients to live comfortably. ------- Chuck Haller, Cassie's father, had won a year of study in Germany during college, and there he had met Lisle and brought her back to the States as his wife. Lisle was sturdy, buxom, and vivacious. For whatever reason, she only stayed with Chuck until Cassie, an only child, was ten. Most likely, it was homesickness that caused the split and her return to Germany. After a rather nasty custody battle, Cassie stayed with her father. Losing her mother at that age was tough on Cassie, but she was a tough-minded girl. While sharing much of her mother's build, Cassie was different from her mother in one way. Lisle's generous, impressive body was of the Earth Mother mold. Cassie, on the other hand, inherited the Haller musculature and athleticism. Perhaps athletes of any age are drawn to each other. From the time he was about three, Bud and then eight-year-old Cassie connected strongly. By the time he was seven, Bud was allowed to bike the two miles to Cassie's house alone. By then, the now divorced Chuck had begun taking some long-term overseas assignments. Cassie was under the care of a nanny. As soon as Bud was old enough, the cousins shared their love of basketball by spending countless hours with her teaching him, or with them having shooting contests or one-on-one games. ------- The summer after Bud's freshman year, following a spirited one-on-one contest, Cassie had changed the game, and their relationship, dramatically, with "Let's cool down with H-O-R-S-E. Only this time, we're playing for clothes." She had to repeat herself a few times before he realized that she was serious. Foolishly, he thought it was a great chance to see his beloved cousin naked. Well, he had been the one naked in the driveway, and predictably, he had been instantly hard as a rock because of his unaccustomed exposure. Seeing his nervousness Cassie had led him through the house to the pool. There, she had joined him in nakedness and gotten them both cleaned off in the water. Getting him to sit on the pool edge and pushing his hands away from shielding his rigid cock, she had told him "I haven't had any sex for too long. You, Cuz, are turning into a real hunk, and this beauty can make me feel really good. Can I be your first?" By that time, she had been holding him gently in her hands and rubbing her thumb over the bloated head. When he had started to protest, she had told him "Let it come, Honey. You'll be more relaxed." Well, the scene had shifted to Cassie's bedroom and relaxation for that part of Bud had taken a long time. ------- Over the preceding two years, Cassie and Bud had gotten together whenever Cassie could get home and they could find some privacy. As a strictly hetero, sturdily built athlete with a strong libido, Cassie's opportunities were limited, and her times with Bud were extremely important to her. But she loved him too much to be selfish, so along with her own satisfaction, she had taken time to teach him all that she could about pleasing a woman. That he was an eager, adept student had made her efforts well worth it for her, as well. Fortunately for the pair, they were usually able to spend full days and nights together when Cassie was home. As a very visible athlete who happened to be a very smooth talker and seemed several years older, Bud could probably have set records for high school conquests. Being introduced to sex by someone he genuinely loved, though, gave him a different perspective. He just could not see the appeal of the nearly anonymous sex that seemed so prevalent among classmates and teammates. Thus, through his sophomore and junior years, Cassie had been his only sexual partner. Even though their liaisons had been frustratingly infrequent, they had been enough to keep him from seeking other relief out of nothing but desperation. That brought them to this different kind of parting as Cassie prepared to enter the work force and Bud geared up for his senior year. As they lounged in the pool, knowing what would come next, Cassie became a little tearful. "I need to tell you, Bud, that I have had sex with another guy. It's just one guy, and it has only been a few times. If you don't want to because of that, I will understand." Touched by her honesty and thoughtfulness, he asked her "Do you think you could get serious with him?" She nodded. "Then, maybe you would not feel right doing it with me any more." "Oh, no, Bud. I want to. I REALLY want to!" "So, this will be the last time, then?" "God, Bud! I hate to think of it that way, but yeah, it could be. I like him a lot, and it could turn to love. If we commit, well..." "I understand. You need someone, and I hope he is the one. I just hope he is worthy of you. Does he have any idea what a woman he is getting?" "I'm trying to make sure he knows," she said softly. ------- Perhaps it said something about Bud's personality and his relative maturity, for not only had he always been close to his older cousin Cassie, he and his older sister Kim were also very close. She was preparing for her sophomore year at the local university. Upon his arrival home from his very energetic, very emotional, three-day interlude with Cassie, Kim took one look at him and asked "Everything OK between you and Cassie?" "Oh, the two of us are fine," Bud answered. "It's just that this may be our last time. She has found a guy." "Oh, I'm so happy for her. I'm glad there's a man out there who appreciates her for what she really is," Kim gushed. She and Cassie had always been on good terms, and of course, Bud was often the topic of their conversations. Kim knew all about her brother's relationship with Cassie - every aspect of it. Because of the way she felt about Bud, Kim might have been jealous of Cassie for having sex with him. Kevin Chapman was the reason Kim had no room for such jealousy. Soon after starting at the U, Kim had met Kevin, and the instant attraction had deepened to serious love over the year. Of course, even if Kevin had not been in the picture, Kim's natural sense of what was right and proper would not have let her do more than fantasize about sex with her 'little' brother. "Well, no wonder you look worn out," Kim teased. "I know how you spend most of your time when you're with Cassie." "Yeah, all that one-on-one basketball wears me out." "Hah! One-on-one something, but not much basketball, I'll bet," Kim retorted. "I know all about your lesson times after you can't get it up any more." "Kim!" Her jibe was more suggestive than usual for the siblings, and he felt obligated to register his objection. He could not muster any real anger, though. Cassie did indeed spend a lot of time teaching him how to please her, and he treasured every minute of it. Though their times together were too infrequent, they always encompassed two or three days and a night or two. Except for a little basketball, food acquisition, and the minimum necessary sleep, all of their time together was spent in some type of sexual activity. "Maybe you don't want to think about it right now," Kim said gently, "but with what Cassie has taught you, there should be girls lined up for dates with you." "It would take a lot of dates with a girl before I would use what Cassie taught me," Bud objected. Shaking her head dramatically, Kim chided him "Bro', are you trying to ruin the reputation of high school jocks everywhere?" "Hey, we've talked about this before, Kim. When I was with Cassie, sex really meant something. I guess that's the way I was introduced to it, and that is what I expect. I just can't do it as casually as so many of the kids do." "I know. I know," Kim assured him. "I shouldn't try to turn you into a man-slut." With that she stood up from the edge of the family pool where they were sitting. "But, if you ever feel you need to just keep in practice, let me know." That little shot was accompanied by an exaggerated wiggle of her essentially bare ass as she strutted toward the door into the house. It had taken Bud a while to figure out that she wore that thong bottom only when it was just the two of them at the pool. He watched every step until she was out of sight, and not just because he knew that was what she wanted. Kim was a great example of 'girl next door' sexiness. She was slender, trim but adequately curvaceous, and she moved very nicely. With her naturally upbeat personality and winning smile, un-brotherly thoughts were a constant challenge. Since her relationship with Kevin had blossomed, Kim's sex appeal seemed to have increased noticeably. Bud considered that a good thing. He was happy that she had found love, and he very much approved of Kevin. He could just enjoy that special appeal of a woman in love. Those musings caused him to drift off. His micro-nap was ended by cold droplets of condensate from the can of soda that Kim was holding over his face. "Hey, this is no time for sleeping. We need to figure out what is going to happen with your love life." "Kim! We do NOT have to figure anything out," he objected. "If something happens, it happens, but right now, I don't feel like looking for it." "But, Bud! ... some of my friends have sisters in high school. I don't want all of those questions about whether you're gay." "Who has been asking that? It's not like I don't date." "Well, uh, no one, really. It's just that everyone wonders why you don't stick with any of them." "You know why," he reminded her. "And the fall is always the busiest. It's only a few weeks until practice starts, and I've got some tough classes. Maybe second semester I can do some more dating. I'll only have three blow-off classes, then." Ignoring the athletic and academic reasons, Kim focused on what she saw as his only legitimate reason for lack of dating. "Cassie would not be happy if you were pining over her." "It's not that," he insisted. "We always knew we would not be together in the future. It's just that when you are introduced to sex by someone that you know so well and have such strong feelings for, it doesn't seem worth doing with a casual date." "There must be some girls at school that you would consider wife material," Kim suggested. "Right now, there are hardly any that even seem like young adults," he complained. "Well, that's because you're probably the mentally oldest student ever in the school," she snorted. "OK. Name some of the more mature girls." When he had named four or five, she insisted that he fetch his yearbook. When she had checked out all of them, with some pretty strong reactions, she settled on one - Dora Wilkins. "Is she dating anyone?" "Not that I know of." "Will she be in any of your classes?" "She has been in most of my AP classes." "Aha. A brain. Good." Bud was thinking that he should not allow his sister to have this much fun. "She a virgin?" "Kim! How should I..." He stopped in mid-objection and let his shoulders slump. "I guess if there was one good-looking virgin in the senior class, she would likely be the one." "A prude, huh?" "I don't know. I just know that she has strong opinions and is not easily persuaded." "Her figure as nice as her face?" "At least." "Good. Date her." Kim said that in the manner of a non-refusable command. "Why?" "She's good-looking, smart, self-confident, not promiscuous, and mature. Since you don't seem too worried about getting any, date her for all the other reasons." All he could do was laugh. As he did, though, he realized that Kim's idea was a good one. Not that he felt elite, or anything, but Dora was one of the only girls in school he considered mature enough to be a good companion. Maybe it would be a good idea to date a classy girl but not have any big expectations. Of course, he would have to delay Kim's finding out as long as possible. That's just how it had to be between the siblings. ------- Ed Haller sat watching his two offspring as they chatted beside the pool. When Kim got up and walked into the house, it felt like a stab of pain in his gut. It was just like seeing his wife, Julie, when they were first married. The resemblance was uncanny. In fact, until several months earlier, Ed could rejoice in the similarity between the looks and the behavior of his wife and his daughter. Even creeping up on fifty, Julie had retained her 'girl next door' appeal and her upbeat personality. However, during the previous spring, something had started to change. By the end of summer, Julie had resurrected a long-unused one piece swimsuit instead of wearing the fairly daring two-piece that she had used around their pool. The one piece suit did not hide the rolls that had started to develop around her middle, nor the growing protrusion of her once-flat tummy. Ed would have written Julie's weight gain off to the effects of menopause, except that was not the only change. For all of their married life, Julie had been the picture of the happy housewife and mother. She took pride in the appearance of her home, inside and out. She also took pride in her own appearance, whether accompanying Ed to an event, out on a date, shopping, or just around the house. The pride in her appearance seemed to have slipped first. Even before the weight gain was enough to be very noticeable, Ed had noticed that her attention to her hair, makeup, nails, attire, etc. showed increasingly frequent lapses. There was a growing reluctance to go out with him, as well. Ed could have overlooked the changes in weight and grooming if they had not been accompanied by an apparent drop off in Julie's sex drive. Always a flirtatious, seductive, eager sexual partner before, she was becoming more and more passive, even occasionally reluctant. Ed had tried several types of getaways to try to re-ignite the spark, but the results were lukewarm. It was not that she had become unresponsive. She was just not the equal partner and frequent aggressor that she had always been. There was one other very troubling sign of the changes in Julie; daytime TV. Before, she had always spoken scornfully of what was on offer, and always had more important and rewarding things to do with her time. Now, the shows were even starting to detract from the care of her home. At that point, at the end of summer, Ed was concerned, but by no means alarmed. The changes were not dramatic, but he could see that things were headed in a negative direction. ------- It was now February, and what had started out as such a promising year for the Haller family had suddenly turned to crisis. "You're going to do what?!!" Bud's father, Lieutenant Ed Haller was as incredulous as Bud had expected. Bud had just told his father his plan for 'saving' his beloved sister. "I'm going to make Kim my slave. I'm going to do it before Dawn does it to her. My hope is to get her to the point where Kevin will want to take her back as his wife," Bud answered. "So you think enslaving Kim is Dawn's objective?" Ed asked. "From what I have been able to find out in my research, it seems that way, Dad. I kind of doubt that she has a real plan, but just look at what she has accomplished." Dawn Winthrop was the daughter of a prominent local family. She was in the elite sorority at the local university. Some of Dawn's similarly rich, spoiled sorority sisters formed a gang that had begun to destroy Kim's life. It had all begun when new classes started after the Christmas break. Kim was in a couple of classes with Dawn and part of her coterie. Dawn had somehow sensed Kim's vulnerability and moved in on her. "Just look at the things Kim has done in the last several weeks that we know she would never consider doing on her own," Bud pointed out. "Kim had no business at those parties. She does not fit in with that group, at all. She even broke dates with Kevin to go. And the drinking! Dad, she doesn't even like alcohol!" Letting out a sigh, Ed added "And we are pretty sure that Dawn or one of her gang called about the underage drinking after they left the party and made sure that Kim was still there." "Right," Bud agreed. "Breaking existing ties and relationships is a standard approach to enslavement." "Well, it sure broke up her relationship with Kevin when she was found with those three guys at that last party," Ed said sadly. "I still wonder if I did the right thing having the patrol just get her out of there instead of testing for date rape drugs." "You had to get her out, Dad. You have a right to protect your position, too. You do not want Kim's name in any police records." "But I'm sure that she was drugged. If we had gotten proof, maybe Kevin would have forgiven her," Ed bemoaned. "I doubt that. Maybe if it was an isolated incident, he might. But it was the third party where she was caught. With the weight gain, the broken dates, that awful hairdo - there were just too many things for Kevin, Dad." "I know. I know," Ed sighed. "It's just hard when you think your little girl is set for some real happiness, then something like this tears it away. Believe me, Bud, right now I really understand why some cops go off and take revenge." Neither said anything for quite a while before Ed asked. "Just what do you mean by making Kim your slave? I hope it isn't some of the stuff we've busted at certain places around town." "That's what I'm struggling with. It seems like this is what she needs, but I just can't see doing most of what I read about. It's Kim we're talking about, and I couldn't..." This time, Bud could not continue. "That's good to hear, but what WILL you do?" "I need some expert help. Mrs. Morin, the psychologist at school has a great rep with the kids. I'm going to see if she can give me some private help." "But does she know about domination and slavery and such?" "Probably not, Dad, but first, I need to see if my thinking on this is correct. The problem is that I can't think of anything else to do." "Well, maybe if we could keep her away from that damned Dawn ... Yeah, I know. The only way to do that is get her out of school." Ed paused before adding "I've used up all my creds with the guys on the force. If she gets caught in another bust of any kind, I won't be able to help her." "And, Dad, do you feel that we've done all we can as far as pleading and threatening?" "Yeah, we sure have." "And do you think Kim wants to get in trouble?" "Of course not," Ed said emphatically. "She's like one of those drugged out kids. Their brains are so fried they can't decide or resist anything." "That's a good analogy, Dad, but I've done a lot of study for the last couple of months. I need to tell you some hard facts, here. "First of all, both Mom and Kim are quite submissive." "Your mother?" "Dad, I know you love Mom to death, and so do I. But from what I have learned, neither Mom nor Kim is able to live on their own without constant guidance and control. Wait! I know what you're going to say: Mom has never shown any evidence of that. Well, think about it. You sort of plucked her right out of a straight-laced, tightly restrictive family. There, she had no opportunity to be led into anything bad. "Married to you, she was so much in love, and you showered her with so much love and care, that again, there was little chance of being led astray. What she should do was always clear to her, either because of the needs of our family, or her intense desire to make you happy. Dad, even though you have never been overtly controlling of her, you are a strong, assertive personality. What you expect is always clear. In a real sense, she was a love slave. She just never had to be trained in the way I plan for Kim." "Well, I've always known that she was passive. She sometimes has seemed desperate to please me," Ed mused. "But, a slave? I don't think so." "Now, Mom isn't our subject right here, but to illustrate what I'm saying, think of this: with us kids leaving home, a lot of what made direction and decisions pretty automatic for her is disappearing. I fear that she will be increasingly feeling lost and aimless. "This may be a sore point, but the recent weight gain and the growing addiction to daytime TV are symptoms. She is losing some of the controlling factors in her life, and she has nothing to replace them." "Where did you find these ideas, anyway?" Ed demanded. "Like I said, I have spent a lot time studying." "So, you think I should come down harder on your mother about her weight, huh?" "Well, that's not the kind of relationship you have now. I doubt that 'coming down harder' on one subject would work. Anyway, I just talked about Mom to show what the problem is with Kim. "I think we are exceptionally caring and supportive of each other. You could say we watch each other pretty closely. I think that family closeness was enough to provide Kim direction and control through high school. Last year, she was away from home more, but she found Kevin right away. Love for him filled the direction gap. Now, despite family love and her love for Kevin, another controlling influence is leading her astray." "That bitch, Dawn! That whole crowd - how the hell did she get tangled up with them?" Ed snarled. "And what success have we had keeping her away from Dawn?" Ed just shook his head in resignation. "Proper slave training makes the slave nearly unable to do anything that would go against the Master's wishes, Dad. That's what Kim needs." "You're insinuating that your mother needs it, too?" "Dad, that's an issue between you and your wife. I'm going to love Mom, no matter what. So are you. You have to decide if she is happy, and how to get her there if she is not. Ed started twice to say something, hesitated, then finally went ahead. "This isn't a usual father-son topic, but you're kind of taking the lead here. Your mother's weight gain bothers me a lot. When you mentioned that and the TV, I realized several other things fit in with that. Believe it or not, her cleanliness obsession is decreasing. Even grooming and hygiene have slipped. Our sex life has slid more in the last six months than in the last ten years. I think she feels reluctance because she is less appealing. I don't know for sure." "I've noticed a few things, but I didn't know if I should say anything," Bud admitted. "Well, that all makes me believe you have nailed the problem," Ed sighed. "Your solution, though. God!" "Dad, I do not believe Kim is happy, and I have decided that I am the one who has to fix that and give her the only things that will make her truly happy - loving, detailed direction and strict control." "Do you really think you can do that?" He had not intended to show emotion, but Bud broke down as he tried to answer. "Dad, I love her so much. I cannot watch what's happening. I HAVE TO do it, no matter what it costs me." "Well, I hope this psychologist can help you come up with a way to help Kim that you can live with." ------- The school psychologist, Mrs. Karin Morin, knew who Bud Haller was, of course. She followed school sports quite closely because the names of athletes came up so often as she worked with students. There had never been a professional reason for her to see Bud, so his name on the appointment list that February day was a real surprise. For his part, Bud would never have expected to be meeting with the school psychologist, especially for the reason he was there. His senior year had been as enjoyable as he could imagine, right up until the second semester started. He had indeed begun dating Dora. He had found her to be a bit inflexible and sometimes intolerant. On the other hand, she was an excellent conversationalist and entered into their various dating activities enthusiastically. With her looks and poise, she apparently made an appropriate companion for a sports star. That was Kim's opinion, and something he never paid much attention to. The thought of Kim sent him a painful reminder of why he was waiting to see Mrs. Morin. Bud knew of Mrs. Morin by reputation, and she was highly regarded by the students. After a short greeting, he told her "I don't think what I want help with is something I should take your school time with. I was wondering if you do any, uh, consulting outside of school." "Well, Bud, can you briefly tell me what kind of help you are looking for. Then I will know whether it is appropriate to talk about it here. I am impressed that you are so concerned about the proper use of my time." "Dad's a cop, a lieutenant," Bud explained. "In today's world, a public employee always has to worry about whether they can get in trouble for how they spend their time." "I heard that," Karin said with a chuckle. "Why don't you just tell me what is troubling you." "It's my older sister, Kim. She's twenty and a sophomore at the U. We're a really close family. We watch out for each other, and we're always careful that everyone knows what we we all are doing." "I don't believe I remember Kim," Karin mentioned. "Go on." "Well, up through Christmas, everything was fine," Bud recounted. "Then, somehow, this Dawn Winthrop girl started having a huge influence on Kim. It was definitely not a good influence. The nearest thing I can think of to describe Dawn is as a gang leader. But unlike a street gang, she and her gang are all spoiled rich kids. "That was the first thing that alarmed us when Kim started talking about Dawn. Kim just did not fit in socially with that crew. They had nothing in common. They are all in the most exclusive sorority, and Kim is a commuting student with zero interest in the Greek scene. "When this all started in January, Mom and Dad and I tried to counsel Kim to stay away from Dawn because we started to see some behaviors that just were not like Kim." "Such as?" Karin probed. "Oh, at first it was simple things like skipping a class, coming home late without telling us, driving home when she had obviously had a few drinks. Just the fact that she was drinking illegally was enough of a shocker," Bud explained. "I really want to hear more, Bud, but I guess you are correct; this is beyond what I should be doing on school time. I, uh, don't really have a private counseling practice. Are you sure you wouldn't rather schedule something with a counsellor in regular practice?" "I guess Dad has taught me to trust other people's recommendations when choosing any kind of help. Every student who knows you thinks very highly of you," Bud responded. "Besides, you work with students all the time, so you are closer to our environment." "Well, it is great to hear what students think of me," Karin said. "I sometimes wonder if I am making an impression. I do not have an outside office, but would you be willing to meet with me in my home? My husband will be in the house, just to prevent any hint of scandal." "That is what I hoped for, Mrs. Morin. What is your rate?" ------- Two days later, Bud went to the Morin home after basketball practice. At first, he thought he must have the wrong address. The home was unmistakably expensive. Mrs. Morin must have been watching for him, though, as she opened the front door to wave. Karin's husband, Roger, was there to meet him, and after the three talked for about fifteen minutes, Bud was very impressed. Roger was obviously very smart. He was also an excellent conversationalist and had a way of putting people at ease. From Roger's description of his job, Bud knew that he was a highly placed executive. When Bud and Karin had retired to a study, she said "I really wanted to continue our conversation the other day, but it just was not appropriate. Please tell me more about what has happened to your sister." Bud went through the sad litany of Kim's deterioration. He described Dawn and her gang as best he could; the breakdown of Kim's romance with Kevin; the weight gain; the hair cut; the courtesy releases by the police. "Three times in five weeks, Kim was caught by the police at parties that were raided for underage drinking. Because of Dad's job, she was let go. However, Dad has been told by his commander that she has used up all of the 'get out of jail free' cards. "Mrs. Morin, the last time she was picked up, she was in bed with a guy who was not her boyfriend, Kevin. That was the final thing that led to the breakup." "Any use of date rape drugs?" "Well, to find that out, she would have to have been processed," he pointed out. "They called Dad, and he had to decide quickly. None of us wanted her name even on the police log." "Oh, my! You say she went from perfect sister to where she is now just this school term, Bud?" "At Christmas, she and Kevin were the ultimate lovebirds. We were sure he would give her a ring." "I can tell that you love your sister very much and that this is tearing you up. Haven't you or your parents been able to get through to her at all?" "Every time we talk, she is distraught about what she has done and tearfully promises to stay away from those girls. Then, it all happens again," Bud explained. "So, what do you think is the problem?" Karin asked. "Well, I came to you because I wanted to know if my reasoning is all wrong. From what I can find out, it appears that Kim is pretty submissive. That was never a problem before because of how close we all are, and there weren't really any dangerous influences. She seemed to get enough direction." "Yes, the family cocoon," Karin said with a nod. "Somehow, this Dawn Winthrop found Kim. My guess is that Dawn is a natural dominant and saw Kim as a potential sub. Well, Dawn is certainly not a benevolent dominant. Either that, or she feels she has to break all of Kim's positive relationships before she can take her over. The times when Kim has been busted, Dawn was gone before the police arrived, so you see why I suspect what I do. We think Dawn was even the one who called the police and ratted out the parties." "Wow, Bud. I'm impressed. You have obviously spent a lot of time on this. I'm not sure you need my help. For what it is worth, I can find nothing wrong with your analysis. I'm guessing that you have also formed a plan to, uh, rescue your sister." "I have, but it's so radical, I'm not sure I can do it, or even if it is right to do," Bud revealed. "You can't tease me like that," Karin complained dramatically, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. "What is this radical plan?" "My idea, not yet a plan, is to make Kim my slave." "And just how do you think that would help?" "Assume that I am correct that Kim has a natural lack of self-direction and is too compliant to a strong predator. If I establish myself as the absolute strongest presence in her life - the dominant presence, it may be enough to keep her from being helpless with Dawn, or with some other person who tries to take her over." "Bud, some of the saddest cases I have to deal with are girls who sound a lot like Kim. I find that many of these girls are under the control of guys who have little or no concern for the girls. In my opinion, though, it is not just simple submissiveness with most of these girls. It is the desperate need for approval of their sex appeal. Could that be the situation with Kim?" "It seems unlikely," Bud answered firmly. "First of all, Kim's ex-boyfriend, Kevin, gave her all of the approval she could want. I think Dad and I have always done a good job of that, too. Secondly, between weight gain, an almost 'butch' haircut, and uncharacteristic lack of attention to grooming recently, Kim does not seem to be seeking approval from anyone." "I picked that up," Karin admitted, "but I needed to hear your response. I agree with you. I also agree that this Dawn is doing everything she can to tear Kim down." "It is my guess that Dawn intends to make Kim her slave," Bud pointed out. "That is another reason I believe I have to do it." "Look, I do not profess any expertise on dominance and submission, but I have an old friend from school who makes a nice living because she is an expert. She went on for a PhD in psychology. She has, uh, taken a different professional path, and knows a lot about dominance and submission, enslavement, and such. I need to talk to her about your idea." "Mrs. Morin, you can't just describe your friend like that and drop it. You risk leaving your patient in great psychological distress," Bud joked. "Who is this friend? What 'different professional path' did she take?" "Maybe I'd better stick to middle school children," Karin muttered, plenty loud enough for Bud to hear. She told him "My friend is a professional dominatrix. I assume you know what that means." "That certainly is a 'different path'," Bud agreed. "When can you talk with her?" "I'll get a message to you at school when you and I can meet again," was Karin's response. ------- "What did your friend think of my idea?" Bud asked as soon as Karin greeted him at her home the very next evening. As they walked toward her study, Karin told him "First of all, she said that if you wanted to study Psyche, she would be happy to give you an enthusiastic reference, without even meeting you." "I had never thought of that as a career. I just want to save Kim," Bud responded. "That's what I told her. She was so intrigued that she proposed that she and I give you all of the assistance we can. In exchange, we would like to monitor your progress with the intent of publishing an article." "Oh, I wouldn't want Kim's name spread all over. I just want to get her life back on track." "Such publications are completely anonymous, Bud, I can assure you." "Hmmm. I could sure use lots of help. The first thing, though, Mrs. Morin;... "Bud, the 'Mrs. Morin' bit is silly, except at school. It's Karin outside of school?" "OK, Karin. The reason I came to you is to find out if what I'm thinking of doing is just wrong. You know, perverted? Maybe illegal? To start with, I just could not do some of the 'usual' things to Kim that I read about masters doing." "Such as..." "Well, it seems that slaves are typically kept naked," But explained. "There is usually a 'claiming' ritual. Often it's, uh, anal intercourse. There also seems to be an emphasis on granting or withholding sexual stimulation as a means of reward or punishment. Obviously, I couldn't do that with Kim." "Why not?" "What do you mean?" Bud retorted, astonished. "She's my sister? I couldn't make her live naked around me - and Dad. As far as the sexual stuff - well, that would be incest." "Bud, I anticipated that you might be thinking about a ... how shall I say... 'watered down' form of slavery. I told my friend that. Let's talk a little about slavery, first. "Although the lines are sometimes blurred, let's divide things into consensual and non-consensual." "Consensual slavery?" Bud interrupted. "Isn't that a contradiction in terms?" "Surprisingly, there are people who are only content when someone else is in complete control of their lives," Karin stated, "and they know and accept that fact." "How complete is that control, usually?" Bud queried. "Let me defer that answer for a while," Karin insisted. "Non-consensual slavery is too often imposed just because a dominant person is able to get control of someone - someone who may not even be submissive. The dominant gets off on humiliating and abusing the slave. "What you are suggesting for Kim is a different justification for non-consensual slavery. You want to do it save her life, or at least redirect her life in a positive direction." "That's right," he agreed, "so I wouldn't want any humiliation or abuse." "Wrong, I'm afraid," Karin countered. "Some level of humiliation is essential. Abuse, you can avoid, but not punishment. Bud, my friend said that slavery is useless if the slave is not naked. She also says that some form of sexually oriented claiming by the master is something she considers essential." "Wow! I ... I just don't know if I can do that to Kim." "My friend would like to meet with you. I'm sure she will go into the 'why' of the nudity and punishment, etc. Maybe, though, it would be better if you rethought the idea for a while to see if it is worth proceeding." "Do you, your friend, or anyone else have a better idea than slavery for getting Kim's life back?" Bud challenged. With a slump or her shoulders, Karin shook her head. "You know, Bud, as a psychologist, this is a very stressful thing for me. The very idea of slavery is so repugnant that I can't in good conscience recommend that you do it. At the same time, I can't stand to see your sister fall into slavery to this Dawn person. It appears that is where things are headed." "Then, let's proceed. Who knows when Dawn will make a move on Kim," Bud declared. "When can I meet with your friend? You know I have only the minimum classes, and only in the afternoon. I could meet with her any morning. Where is her office?" Karin just looked at him a while before deciding to answer. "I believe you are absolutely serious about this, so I am going to tell you. She goes by 'Duchess', and she is the owner of a BDSM club here in the area called 'D-House'. She can set aside time for you at 6:00 almost any morning. She will provide breakfast. "First, though, I would like to talk to your father. Do you think you can arrange that," Karin asked. "I know it may be confidential, but what would you talk about?" "I'll want to get his perspective on Kim's problems and any ideas he has for solutions. Then, I'd like to find out what he thinks about the slavery idea." "I have mentioned it to him," Bud admitted. "Say, maybe you can sort of test the waters. You know, mention that slavery has been used in cases like Kim's. I assume it has, hasn't it?" "Well, I know of one current case," Karin revealed. "See if you can set it up, will you?" "Sure. I know he is as worried as I am. Wait, can I even get into a place like this D-House? I'm not eighteen yet." "Not a problem, since I will be coming with you. Also, it's out in an unincorporated area of the county, but quite close to here. A lot of, uh, 'shady' businesses build out there. Actually, though, D-House is in a rather nice residential community. "I need to warn you about something. Gl ... uh, Duchess is a great believer in shock for getting right to what is important. I will say no more. Just be ready. Actually, I will say one thing more. Nothing she does will be without a purpose. "Now, there are some things I would like to find out for background," Karin changed the subject. "First of all, how much alike are Kim and your mother - oh, I assume she is mother to both of you, right?" He nodded. "Tell me about them, physically and personality-wise." Chuckling a little, Bud started talking. "Dad and I have joked about the assembly line for Lewis females. Actually, it may go back even a generation or more beyond my Grandma Lewis. The point is, Grandma Lewis, Mom and her three sisters, Kim, and some girl cousins all look like they came from the same mold. Neither Grandpa Lewis, nor Dad, nor my uncles were able to contribute any genes strong enough to make their daughters deviate from the mold. Even Mom's only brother has two daughters who fit the mold." Karin could not help laughing at Bud's description. "That is priceless, Bud! Maybe you should be a writer, or maybe a stand-up comic instead of a Psychologist. Is it a nice mold?" "Fortunately, it is a very nice mold. They tend toward the slim side, but have strong backs and shoulders. They are blessed with clear, smooth skin all over. All of the female curves are there. They move gracefully. All have regular features and lovely smiles, too." "Come on, Bud. I know the first thing guys look at. How are their breasts?" "I've seen both Mom's and Kim's bras, and both are 'B'. Even though Mom is overweight, hers seem fairly firm. Is that what you wanted to know?" "Sure. Are their personalities just as similar?" "You bet. Mom and Kim for sure, and as far as I can tell, all of them are bright, hard-working, faithful, and loving. Until quite recently, I would judge Mom as having a strong sex drive, too." "Must be a story there, but that's for later. Is there a chance that they share a submissive streak, in addition to their similar looks and personalities?" "As I've been doing research, I've come to the conclusion that yes, they all have submissive tendencies," But declared. "Tell me more about the extended Lewis family," Karin urged. "OK. Grandpa Lewis, Chet, is definitely an alpha male. Grandma Lewis, Carol, appears to be the happiest, most contented woman alive. Together, they represent 'class' to me. Grandpa is semi-retired. He spends as much time as he chooses on his own successful business. "Ron is the oldest. He is much more like his sisters. That has not stopped him from being a very successful executive. His wife, Jess, wears the pants, but they have a very well-adjusted family. The twin girls are amazingly similar to Kim, but do not seem to have run into any of Kim's problems. "Marilyn is the next oldest. Her husband, Gene, is a borderline abusive asshole, in my opinion. Gene's first wife committed suicide when Ted was just an infant. The story is that she suffered from severe postpartum depression." "You sound a little skeptical," Karin observed. "Oh, there is no question that she had a problem," Bud stated. "It's just that, knowing Gene, some suspect that he could have triggered some of the depression or not done enough to help her." "Marilyn must not have believed that," Karin pointed out. "Obviously, I was not around then. From what I've heard, Gene basically just told Marilyn that she was marrying him, and she did. "Anyway, Marilyn adopted Ted as soon as she married Gene. Ted must have inherited more of his mother's personality. He is a strong person, but very thoughtful, respectful, and considerate. I think he is about twenty-five. "Marilyn and Gene's first child together, Sonja, who is in nursing grad school, is a standard Lewis female cousin. Brad, the youngest, is a clone of his father. Thankfully, he was given a choice by a judge; enlist for four years or go to jail. Marilyn is much closer to Ted, although he took a job out of town. "Kathleen is the youngest. Her husband, Mark, is the nicest guy you will every meet. He is a strong person, but being an unquestioned genius, he suffers from some detachment." "That's an interesting way to describe him," Karin commented. "I take it you like Mark pretty well." "Karin, I can honestly say I like the whole family except for Gene and Brad. Anyway, Jeannie is Marilyn and Mark's oldest, Kim's age and a standard Lewis cousin. Unfortunately, things are not too good between her and her parents. Sarah is seventeen and a real sweetie. At fifteen, Josh is amazingly like his dad. He's the same nice guy and the same awesome intellect. On top of that, he is a super talented musician." Karin had been writing notes like mad, and took a couple of minutes to finish. She had to ask Bud to repeat a few things. "Thanks, Bud. I think that kind of background will be very helpful. "To summarize, you have two biological male cousins and both strongly resemble their fathers, correct?" "That's right." "Your sister and five female cousins are all what you refer to as standard Lewis woman in looks and personality." Bud nodded. "That's amazing. I think that kind of genetic imprint is highly unusual. It is particularly interesting in that it only follows the female side." "Not exactly, Karin. Ron is at least passive, if not submissive. He is certainly not strong and dominant like Grandpa Lewis." "It is probably not a factor in Kim's situation, but could any of her submissiveness come from the Haller side?" "Not hardly!" Bud snorted. "Not even a hint, as far as I can tell. Strong-minded and self-reliant seem to be the genetic traits on Dad's side." The rest of the evening was spent with Karin asking many questions, working through all of the related women and their families. She took copious notes. Bud had the thought that if a paper resulted, it would be more like a book. Roger joined them for some desert and a soda before Bud left. ------- Chapter 2 "I really appreciate your making time for this meeting, Lieutenant Haller." Karin and Ed had just sat down in her study after a short introduction time that included Roger. "I think Ed would be better, and if you can provide any help at all, I will spend whatever time it takes." "Fine, Ed it is, and I'm Karin. Tell me, who is better positioned to be, uh, point man on a project to save Kim? You, or Bud?" Ed snorted a little. "You're the psychologist, Karin. Wouldn't a sibling have more influence than a parent?" "Even a younger sibling? Opposite sex?" Karin probed. "I think, Karin, that our family breaks some stereotypes. Bud would normally be either the bratty pest or the effective first offspring to an older sister." "What did you say your degree was in, Ed?" "Criminal justice. No offense, Karin, but on the force, being a psychologist is often a matter of survival." "No offense taken, and no argument offered, Ed. I see where Bud gets his smooth conversational style. So, you think that if Bud got serious about it, he could do a better job of turning Kim around?" "The way you are asking the question," Ed accused, "Bud must have told you his plan." "Years in interrogation rooms, right?" Karin said with a laugh. Then sobering quickly, she told Ed. "I am very impressed with your son. First of all with the deep love and concern for his sister, and in fact for the well-being of your whole family. Then, with the amount of time and skill he has put into researching a possible solution. Lastly, with the caution he is using to make sure that his idea is both workable and morally justifiable. "Ed, Bud thinks that Kim's problem is that she is strongly submissive. From where she is now, he believes the only solution is to make her his slave before Dawn does it to her." Ed's control was really tested by that statement, but he limited his reaction to a raised eyebrow and the unmistakable signal to tell him more. "I assume you have run across many examples of what are called 'alternative lifestyles'," Karin said. "You bet, and the thought of Kim as one of those slaves is frightening," Ed declared. "Even with her loving brother as her master? Even with the clear intent of saving her from the predators and getting her life back on track?" "Well, I suppose a modified form of slavery without the worst aspects wouldn't be so bad," Ed admitted. "I can see where she needs some very strong direction and control." "What do you see as the worst aspects of slavery, Ed?" "Oh, the beatings, the torture, the collars, the nakedness ... just all of the ritual," he answered. "Just to be right up front," Karin said, "slavery would be of little value without the nudity, the collar, the ritual, and the punishment. Torture would have no useful purpose in Kim's situation." "Nudity? Are you suggesting that Kim would be naked around her brother?" "And around you, of course," Karin added. "You do live in the same house, after all." "So, she would have to live naked?" "Except when there was a good reason for covering up, and not just her opinion of a good reason, either. I need to tell you that Bud started out with the idea about a modified form of slavery." Ed just sat in thought for a while, nodded as if to himself, then said "I guess if Bud is going to substitute his will for hers, he can't leave very much of her will intact, can he?" After a brief look of surprise, Karin smiled broadly. "If I acted skeptical about cops making shrinks look like amateurs, I apologize. You nailed it." "Doesn't mean I think it's right, though," Ed declared. "And a better alternative would be..." Karin challenged. Ed just shook his head. "You really seem to believe in this approach. Why?" "I have a good friend from school who knows as much about slavery as anyone. I have seen her make it work. Ed, I still don't understand why you are so adamant that Bud has to be the one to do it. Is it really just the generational thing. Are you afraid of the father/daughter incestuous feelings?" "There's some of that, sure, but..." There was another of Ed's long, thoughtful pauses before he sighed and told her "I'm going to unburden myself a little, here, OK?" "By all means. It's your time, and your confidentiality is assured." "Karin, as we have been talking, I came to a chilling realization." "You certainly didn't let on. Oh, I guess that is the cop's control again. What realization was that?" "You seem convinced that Bud is correct about Kim being submissive. I cannot fault his reasoning. What I realized is that everything we discussed about Kim applies to Julie, as well. I'm afraid my wife may need enslavement as badly as Kim does. Oh, don't misunderstand. She's never had a rebellious moment in our marriage, and I guess that alone is a warning signal. She has always been a happy, industrious, loving, devoted wife and mother." "Good sexual partner, too?" "Ah, Bud mentioned some things, I guess," Ed said. "That's OK. I would have told you anyway. Don't you shrinks call it 'empty nest syndrome', or something. It's the only way I can think of explaining it, other than menopause. It's like the things she has always focused on are disappearing, and she is, uh, drifting." "I think you can discount menopause, Ed. It is more common for a woman's sex drive to increase some during the change, barring other associated problems. So, why don't you enslave her?" "Well, with Bud living at home, that wouldn't be..." Ed started to object. "Ed, that is absolutely not an excuse. First of all, having to live naked around her son would be the biggest thrill imaginable. I understand that she has put on weight, so at first it would definitely be humiliating. However, it would also be a huge incentive for her to change. I don't say it to make you feel bad, but her son's approval could be a bigger motivator than yours." "I can understand that. Exposing herself to me is no big deal after all these years. Really, Karin, this is all just wild speculation. I can't imagine how it would work. Julie's family is so close. They see each other and talk constantly. We could never keep her, uh, enslavement secret. It will be tough enough trying to keep Kim a secret. What we really need to do is save Kim." "Yes, Ed, we need to focus on Kim. But yours is an admirable family unit that suddenly has two of it's members in trouble. 'Fixing' one may not be enough. In fact, your wife seeing big changes in Kim might well cause her some depression because nothing seems to be getting better for her. Do you see your wife playing a meaningful roll in Kim's recovery?" "Oh! You should have led with that question, Karin. You just clarified a lot of things. I guess I had just assumed that Kim's 'project' would sort of pull Julie along. You present a frightening opposite possibility. It's like when Kim started to deteriorate, it undermined our whole family. Do you suppose that seeing what is happening to Kim has triggered changes in Julie? Perhaps sensing the failure of her dedicated parenting efforts?" Karin chuckled. "I told my PhD psychologist friend some of Bud's ideas and the things he said. She offered to recommend him for a Psyche program anywhere he wanted to go. I see where he gets it. Bud commented on the strength of Grandma Lewis's genes on the female side of the family. Well, you definitely passed yours along to Bud. One question; did Julie start to change when Kim did? It sounds like Kim's change has not been very long." "You're right, Karin. It has been almost a year, now, that I have noticed some changes in Julie. I guess we're back to the 'empty nest' issue, aren't we?" "Again I want to ask, Ed; why wouldn't you want to take the lead on a project to change your Julie?" "For our marriage to be what we want for the rest of our lives, sex has to be re-energized. Suppose I make Julie my slave. Living naked around me would have zero humiliation or stimulation value." "Very good point," Karin agreed. "You're saying that having Bud in control of her body would have that recharging effect. What if I told you that some level of sexual contact and stimulation is essential on the reward side of enslavement. If Bud was Julie's master, he would need to do that." "THAT would get Julie recharged, for sure!" Ed exclaimed. "And you would be OK with that?" Karin asked in surprise. "Hell, no!" Ed declared. "But I'm not OK with how things are now, nor the prospects for the long term. I don't have the confidence that I can fix them myself." "Many, many husbands have found ways to revive sex in their marriages, Ed. Why don't you think you can?" "Unless I'm wrong," Bud explained, "it's a lot more than just a sex drive issue. I think that is just a symptom. Until Julie's self-image improves, their is little chance of relighting the fire. If I 'force' her to remake herself, I'm afraid of what our long-term relationship might be like, even if the sex revives." "I think you are wrong about that, Ed. If Julie is as submissive as I think she is, your forcing a makeover would deepen her love for you." "Then, I guess the problem is me. I have always viewed marriage as a union of equals." "But you and Julie never have been equal," Karin protested. "I suspect that you have carefully avoided being overtly controlling. The problem is that just by your nature, she always knows what you expect. That is crucial to her." "Then, how come things are unraveling, now?" "You have lovingly 'let her have her head', so to speak. It was the obvious wife and mother duties that provided the needed direction. Her path was easy to follow, she worked diligently and happily at it, and did a wonderful job. Now, the familiar road signs are coming down and there is no direction to replace them." Conversation went on for another twenty minutes, mostly revisiting points already covered, but looking at different aspects of the problems and approaches. "Ed, about your concern with Julie's family. I suspect we will want their involvement as support for Julie. I need to do some research on that idea, though." "Karin, thank you for this time. I have a much better picture of what is happening. I still don't think it is right, but I can see that Bud enslaving Kim is the only realistic answer. I just can't do it to Julie, though. I just don't have it in me." "Before you go, Ed, what do you plan to say to Bud about Julie?" "I think I will get a professional opinion on that issue," Ed quipped. "Oh. Then ... very funny!" Karin complained. "Well, you were concentrating so hard I thought I could sneak that by." "You sure did," she admitted. "Here's what I think you should do, and this is because I want Bud to have the best possible chance with his sister. Don't say anything to Bud about Julie until he has taken over Kim for at least a few weeks." "How much should I tell him, then?" Karin let out her breath. "If you truly want Bud to enslave your wife, it means that your wife and son will be very, very intimate. Why withhold anything?" "That was my thinking," Ed agreed. Sitting still and silent for quite a while, he finally exclaimed "Not too long ago, I could not even have imagined any of this. If I read it, I would consider it a bad fantasy story." "Even with everything you have seen on duty?" "But that was always other people - people who were not nor..." "You were about to say 'people who were not normal', weren't you, Ed? Why did you stop?" "How could I forget one of the first lessons a cop learns; there really is no such thing as normal." "Too right. Ed, my friend and I are going to be interviewing Bud and Kim a number of times. With Kim, it will only be after Bud takes over. We would like to talk to you as things progress, too. Would that be OK?" "Of course. I appreciate the guidance that you are giving Bud. It is hard to imagine the damage we could do without your expertise. When do I get to meet this friend?" "It will be soon; probably within a few days. Ed, for sure, let's talk before you say anything to Bud about his mother." ------- At D-House a few days later, Karin seemed to know just where to go. She led Bud to a room that felt intimate and comfortable. There was no desk, just a half-circle of chairs facing another, larger chair that stood on a platform about four inches high. It gave Bud the impression of a throne. They both stood as they waited for Duchess. Always confident in his ability to handle situations, Bud was still very glad for Karin's warning about Duchess' love of shock. As the woman who must have been Duchess entered the room, Bud's mind thought 'R-rated blonde Zena'. Duchess was at least 5'10" naturally. The thigh-high leather boots she wore had heels of 4 or 5". As a result, she was eye to eye with Bud's 6'2". And eye to eye was where Bud was determined to return his gaze, once he had fully perused the rest of her. Her arms were covered by fingerless leather gloves that came above the elbows. She wore only one other garment. Although Bud did not yet know the name, it was an abbreviated leather bustier, probably more of a corset. The top of the bustier had short, rounded half cups that minimally supported the undersides of her breasts. Most of her very large mammaries were gloriously bare, including the aureolae and nipples. A delicate ring went through the left nipple. The bottom of the garment ended, at least at the sides, right at the smallest point of her waist. Over her belly, the bustier curved down gracefully to a couple of inches over the narrow vertical strip of hair above her labia. The lips themselves were fully exposed, as was her very visible clitoral hood. The outer labia were thick and tightly closed, with only the hood separating them. The long visible cleft was accentuate by the 'landing strip' pube trim. Duchess had stopped about eight feet from Karin and Bud. When she thought Bud had had a chance to check out the front, she turned around. Zena for sure! At least an amazon. The contrast between her ridiculously small waist and her lush hips was impressive. The V-shape from her waist to her shoulders was stunning. He had read the term 'heart shaped ass', and now he had seen a magnificent, bigger than life example. He had noticed from the front, but it was more dramatic from the rear. There was a surprising gap between the tops of her thighs, and her cleft was clearly visible from the rear. Bud was curious whether this was as new to Karin as it was to him. However, Karin managed to do the introductions. After a handshake when Bud thought he did a good job of keeping his eyes on Duchess' face, Duchess just stood and looked at him with a quizzical expression. Not knowing what the woman was waiting for, Bud decided to break the impasse with humor. "Madame Duchess, may I assume that this is not your normal consulting uniform?" Duchess gave a quick smile, then turned to Karin and said "OK. I owe you ten." Then, she stepped right up to Bud and put her hand on his crotch just enough to determine that he was indeed rock hard. "Karin, why couldn't you have taken the other bet just to humor me? After all, it was only ten bucks." "I don't do sucker bets. He's definitely not gay, and he's seventeen," Karin retorted. With that, the women stepped to each other and hugged. The much shorter Karin's face rested right in the lush valley of Duchess' cleavage. Bud just watched, fascinated and more than a little aroused. When the hug broke, Karin came and put her arm around Bud briefly. "Yeah, my face has been right there before," she said with a giggle. Walking toward what Bud thought of as the throne, Duchess said "Have a seat." When they were seated, she asked him "Should I have Karin go and put on an outfit like this?" Understanding that the quality of his reactions was somehow very important, Bud answered "I would really love that. However, one view like this is all I can handle right now." Duchess was sitting with her legs casually apart. The 'flashing' did not seem overt, but it was all right there in view." "Tell me, Bud," Duchess said, "How is it that you could take my entrance so calmly. Are you just used to seeing naked female bodies?" "No, I'm not," Bud retorted, "and certainly none as impressive as yours." "Then how were you able to react so calmly, even looking at my face instead of my boobs?" "I guess I inherited some pretty strong control from Dad. He was a soldier, but would have been a jet pilot, except for slightly short vision. Now, he's a police lieutenant. Maintaining self-control and under-reacting have always been important for him." "You can do that even with that erection?" Shrugging, he answered "Like Mrs. Morin said, I'm seventeen. That means the erection is around a lot. Can't let it influence me too much." Duchess just shook her head and shared a look of some unknown meaning with Karin. "You were correct, Bud. I do not normally meet people like this. What you are thinking about is unusual and questionable at your age. I need to find out if you can handle it. Exposure means nothing to me. I will admit to being a blatant exhibitionist." "And that is a wonderful benefit to all of mankind," he quipped. Simply smiling, she added "I had to see how it affected you. I'm not finished testing you, either. I'll be back in a moment." The room had wide French doors. A minute later, a naked man and woman came through the doors. Each had on a collar, and Duchess followed, holding leashes that were attached to the collars. As she took her seat on the throne, the two naked people knelt on either side of her, the man farthest from the door. As they knelt, their knees were spread apart. Their backs were straight, their shoulders squared, and their hands were clasped behind their backs. They both looked down at the floor. Bud examined the woman. Duchess noticed and motioned at her. "This is Slave Pet. Slave Pet, standing position!" The woman immediately got to her feet. Her position was similar, except standing. Pet was thirty-something and very full-figured. The clamps on her nipples, connected by a chain, tended to emphasize the heaviness of her breasts. Her waist looked like it was naturally quite small, but was now softly padded. Her navel was too sunken to allow a stud through it. He could tell from the front view that her belly protruded a bit. Looking back upward, he could see that her upper arms did not look too fleshy. She had no pubic hair. There was a small clamp on each of her thick labial lips connected by a short chain. In the center of the chain, as it hung, was a decorative weight. The labia hung down and noticeably open. "Slave Pet, display." Pet spread her legs even a little farther apart. She raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head, then arched her back so her face was looking upward. This lifted and separated her breasts more. It also tightened her belly. Bud noticed all of those effects, but it was difficult pulling his eyes from the increased spread of her labia. "Slave Pet, turn slowly to face away from my guests," Duchess ordered. The side view verified the pooched tummy and sagging breasts. The back view showed the gentle roll around her middle. Her ass was broad. The shape was good, but there were several dimples. Looking downward, her thighs were substantial, but fairly firm. Her calves and feet were very attractive. "Slave Pet, rear display," Duchess ordered when Pet's back was to them. Keeping the wide spread of her legs, Pet bent way forward, pressed her arms against the outside of her legs, and grabbed the backs of her calves with her hands. Bud barely suppressed a groan. At least he hoped he had suppressed it. He tried to focus on how smooth and tight the pose made her ass and legs look. He mostly failed, though, drawn to the lewd exposure of her labia and the small plug protruding from her anus. "Slave Pet, resume kneeling position. Slave Pup, standing position," Duchess barked. Both slaves moved quickly. Pup had an impressive physique. He was obviously a serious body builder, six-pack and all. He had rings in his ears and the side of his nose. He had the same clamps and chain on his nipples. The most noticeable thing about Pup, though, was his good-sized erection. Bud had noticed it when they walked in, but it was not enough to distract his attention from Pet. Now, because there was no pubic hair, he could see that there was a ring around the base of his hard, horizontal cock. Bud thought his own erection was at least as large as Pup's. The rear display view of Pup showed more of his impressive muscles, plus the hang of his testicles and the same butt plug as Pet's. Ordering Pup back to standing, Duchess told them "We are trying to help Pup recover from the bad effects of steroids. That is why the cock ring. We are making progress toward normal responsiveness and output. Fortunately, his cock shaft did not seem to shrink, as many 'roid users have experienced. Shocking them even further, Duchess ordered "Pet, suck Pup so we can see his balls tighten." With Karin and Bud still in shock, Pet moved quickly to kneel in front of Pup. With her hands still clasped behind her back, she got his tip in her mouth and began working at it. Bud was definitely wondering what all of this was for. He thought of objecting, but he remembered Karin's assurance that Duchess did everything for a good purpose. He just watched as Pup began to flush and shudder a bit. Bud could certainly sympathize. When Pup's ball sac visibly tightened and seemed to be moving constantly, Pup's face showed a real grimace. "Pet, back to first position," Duchess ordered. Pet moved immediately, leaving Pup's cock bouncing above the horizontal. "Pup cannot ejaculate with the ring on. We believe many cycles like that will restore his semen production that has been diminished by the steroids." Duchess got up and walked to Pup. From somewhere, she brought out a towel, which she laid in front of Pup. Reaching down to his crotch, she came up holding the opened ring. Reaching behind Pup's ass, she moved her hand around a little, and suddenly, Pup was spurting onto the towel. When he had let loose with three moderate spurts, Duchess casually shook off the last drip, then put the ring back on him before he could go soft. "Pup, kneeling position." Back on her throne, Duchess stared at Bud for a long time, as if trying to decide something. Then, she got up and left the room, signaling for them to wait. It took three or four minutes before Duchess returned leading a gorgeous naked teenaged girl. The girl walked properly, looking down, until she got well inside the door. Then she looked up, right into Bud's face. Recognition was instantaneous for both of them. Bud did not remember her name, but he knew of her reputation. The girl tried to turn and get out of the room, stunned at having a well-known schoolmate see her in that situation. Duchess, of course, was having none of that. "Slave Peach, that is four strokes! Any more resistance and that will be ten! And don't you say a word!" Somehow, Peach stayed wordless. Bud thought that she must have had some serious punishment from Duchess before. She was not silent, however. Keeping her mouth scrupulously closed, she let out a strangled sounding whine that kept on longer than her breath should have lasted. Duchess put Peach in a different position, bending over a chair with her forearms down on the chair seat. With Peach in position, Duchess came to Bud, grabbed his hand, pulled him to his feet, and led him off to the side a little bit. "I need you to trust me right now, Bud. You can do this girl some good, and that is important to me for reasons I will explain later. What I will ask you to do may violate what you feel is your obligation to Dora." Bud was surprised that she knew about Dora. He almost laughed at himself when he realized how foolish that was. Of course Duchess knew! She went on "If you go ahead with your plan for Kim, you will do many, many things that Dora will not like. I am begging you to do exactly as I instruct. I will be right beside you. Oh, I will not ask you to fuck her. Will you do what I ask? Whatever it is? Please?" This powerful dominatrix was begging, and she seemed completely sincere. He certainly did not like doing anything that Dora would object to, but he had no time to think about it. To save Kim, he could really use this woman's help. That had to be the deciding factor. "I'll help any way I can." "Oh, thank you, Bud. You won't be sorry, I promise. You are going to paddle her. After each stroke, I'll tell you if you should hit harder or softer. She will count and say thank you after each one. When the punishment is done, you will apply some ointment on the reddened area. "Now, here is where the Dora problem comes in. There is a good chance that Peach may get very, very excited from the spanking and the ointment. If that happens, I want you to reach between her legs, find her clit, and get her off." Bud could not help sucking in his breath, but he had committed, and he would do it. Moving them back to where the girl's mouth-watering ass was presented to them, Duchess ordered "Peach, when you count the strokes, you will say 'Thank you, Sir'. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." Those were the first words from any of the slaves. "Good." Handing Bud the paddle, she told him "Make sure it hurts, then wait for the count." He wished he had had just a little chance to try the thing, but he felt that even taking a practice swing would weaken his presence, which he believed was important to Duchess. He swung with a good wrist snap, hit her cheek squarely, and was a little surprised at the resounding 'whack'. "Perfect," Duchess whispered in his ear as Peach counted. "One. Thank you, Sir" After the third stroke, Peach said "Four. Thank you, sir." "That is wrong, Slave Peach! Start over." As Bud was waiting for the count after the repeat of stroke one, Duchess whispered "She wanted more strokes. I thought that might happen. Your strokes are just right. Move up and down a little on her cheeks. Get as much area red as you can." This time, Peach did not miss the count. When he stopped, he could see definite redness over most of both cheeks. Duchess handed him a tube, saying "Spread this gently but liberally. Make it sensuous. If you can manage, accidentally brush her asshole a few times." Peach had a very sexy ass, fairly compact, but nicely rounded and smooth. Looking down, the contrast with her tiny waist made his already hard cock throb. She quivered every time he touched her. When the whole area was covered and he was working it in a little, her squirming increased and was interspersed with little jerks. He only managed to trail a finger over her asshole a couple of times, but her reaction was strong. "With your thumb on her asshole, work one, then two fingers into her cunt," Duchess instructed in her whisper. This was certainly not an onerous task, and he found it thrilling to get a reaction from the young beauty. After a few minutes of moving his fingers in and out, she was very moist and she was moving so much that Bud was afraid Duchess would impose more punishment. Duchess again whispered in his ear "If your hand is big enough, keep your thumb on her asshole while you work her clit. Otherwise, stick your thumb in her cunt. Duchess was a little worried. This could be a very positive point in Peach's training, but perhaps she was pushing Bud beyond his experience. Still, he took direction wonderfully. If he couldn't make it happen, she would have to take over. Just as she was considering how bad it might be for Bud if she had to do it, Peach started the unmistakable signs of a rise to climax. Peach's sixteen-year-old hair trigger saved the day. Duchess just had time to caution Bud "Don't lose her clit. Make sure she keeps coming", when the whine started and rose in pitch. Duchess breathed a sigh of relief as Peach shook and moaned. When Peach's throes ended after a good long run, Duchess was about to give Bud more instructions when she saw his hand gently cupping and massaging Peach's whole crotch area. 'The kid's a natural', she thought to herself. 'If any teen could do what he plans for his sister, he's the one.' She let Bud comfort the panting girl for a while. Bending over the girl, Duchess said gently "Slave Peach, you may break position." She took Bud's arm and pulled his hand from Peach's crotch. In milliseconds, Peach's own hand replaced Bud's. She sank to her knees and rolled to her side in a fetal position. Next, Duchess bent over in front of Pet and reached between the slave's legs. What a magnificent sight Duchess' bare ass presented as she bent over, Bud thought. How much more strain could his poor cock take? Looking at Pet, Duchess said "Slave Pet, you may leave position and do yourself." Quickly, Pet stretched out on her back, raised her knees up and out, and began pummeling her pussy. Turning back to Bud, Duchess saw the stunned look on his face and grinned. Then she whispered to him "Kneel beside Pet and watch her. When she starts to pant, pick up the chain between her nipples and lift up gently. Move it around with a little pressure, but don't jerk the clamps off." It had been growing since Duchess walked into the room, but the surreal feeling really hit Bud at that point. He had never expected anything like this from the 'consulting' appointment. Whether it was arousal, just curiosity, or a desire to please the spectacular woman, he knelt beside the already writhing Pet. Pet looked up at him with eyes barely open and mouth fixed in a soft 'O'. Her tongue lolled between her teeth and her breath was already coming rapidly. Not knowing where the idea came from, he placed his hand at about her navel, between her frantically working arms. As he moved it upward towards where the chain lay, it felt like her skin rippled under his touch. When he picked up the chain, he barely had time to move it around in a circle when Pet went off. With her feet flat against the floor, she arched her body and thrashed about. Surprised at how such a little thing could make an impression, he noticed how the loose flesh around her middle quivered with her tremors. As Pet sagged to the ground in exhaustion, Duchess knelt and removed the nipple clamps. Then, she took Bud's hand, helped him to his feet, and led him to his chair. Not sure why, he looked at his watch to see that it was only 7:10. How could that be? He had just seen so many unbelievable things. Duchess sat beside him, took his hand, and held it against her bare thigh. On his other side, Karin took his arm, leaned against him, and whispered "Honestly, Bud, I had no idea." Not even thinking about it, he patted her stocking covered knee. All three just sat there for four or five minutes until Duchess got up and said firmly but not harshly "Slave Pet, Slave Peach, standing position where Pet stood." Responding more slowly than they had, the two slaves moved to stand next to the throne. When they were positioned and standing properly, Duchess ordered "Display position." Both raised their arms and clasped their hands behind their heads. To Bud, Duchess whispered "Look at both of them carefully." He had noticed it as soon as she came in, but now he had time to really appreciate it. Peach was Playmate material. Except for the difference in weight and overall tone, the two women's bodies were similar. "Go and take a good close look, all over them," Duchess urged. Embarrassed, Bud did get up and move closer to the women. Pet's breasts were less firm and the nipples hung lower, but the overall shape of their breasts was the same. Necks, chins, noses; again similar. He could not resist kneeling and checking their pussies. Both were darkened and a little puffy, but the length and thickness of the lips was quite similar. "Slaves, turn sideways." Bud could tell that Pet did not like that position because she tried to pull in her tummy. Remembering something he had read, Bud lifted the hair over their ears and checked the shape of the ears. When he knelt and saw the same relative lengths of their toes and the same toenail shape, he knew what Duchess had wanted him to find. He was about to go back to his seat, but Duchess held up her hand. "Slave Pet, Slave Peach, rear display," Duchess ordered. Peach gasped and hesitated. Bud's face would be practically touching her bottom. Pet obeyed without hesitation. "Four more, Slave Peach, only this time, I do them," Duchess shouted. Rear display. NOW!" Once again, the girl's resistance ended quickly. Backing up out of simple courtesy, Bud came up against Duchess' legs. His face really was right in Peach's ass. He had noticed it before, but now it was unmistakable - the odor of arousal. With one leg, Duchess nudged him toward Pet, where the odor was at least as strong, just a little different. Duchess got up, ordered the women to stand, picked up the three leashes, hooked up first Pup, then the two women, and led the slaves out. She was back very quickly, so she must have just let them go. As soon as Duchess was back, Bud asked "Mother and daughter?" She nodded. then blew him away with " ... and father." "Pup is my brother and Pet is my cousin. It's a long story, but I am trying to salvage their family - maybe their lives. So you see, I am very sympathetic to doing some extreme things to save family members. Bud, I know exactly how you feel about Kim. "Let's take a hot tub, then we can have some breakfast. Karin, there's a closet right there where you can hang your dress. Everything else will be safe here, I'll lock up." Bud heard Karin gasp. "But ... but Gloria, I didn't..." Duchess ignored the name slip and took Karin's chin in her hand. "Hon, the three of us are about to start a project that will deal with some very intimate things. Bud is starting from not much experience. If we can't all be casual about bodies and genitals and sex, our project could have trouble. Bud needs to learn a lot about women in a hurry. What good are partners if we can't help him learn?" Duchess kissed Karin tenderly, then reached behind her to slide down the zipper of her dress. Turning back to Bud, she whispered "I'm afraid if you watch her, she won't do it. Help me off with these boots." She sat in a chair, then raised one foot to where Bud could hold it. She grinned as he gaped at the exposure of her crotch. Finding the top of the zipper at the inside of her thigh, she pushed it down to about her knee, then motioned for Bud to take over. After he had finished unzipping and had pulled the boot off of her foot, she quickly put her foot down. "The smell from having that thing on for a while is not at all sexy," she complained. The long gloves had no zipper, just a stretch fabric insert. They just had to be worked off inch by inch. When all she had left on was the bustier, Duchess looked over to see that Karin had gotten the dress off and hung up, but not much farther. Seeing Duchess looking at her, Karin complained "I really shouldn't be doing this. Roger..." Rather sternly, Duchess cut her off. "Hon, you know damn well that Roger would not complain about this. Here, let Bud help you off with those panty hose. He has a very nice touch." Almost in a panic, Karin kicked off her heels and pushed down the panty hose. Her brief panties went down with them, revealing a trimmed patch of pubic hair. While Bud was watching Karin, Duchess reached from behind him, loosened his jeans, and pushed them and his briefs down. "I know you've been dreading letting that beauty out in the open, so now that's out of the way. There's no way you could stay soft. We're certainly not offended, so just finish undressing and let it show proudly." She kissed him below his ear and stepped back. Bud and Karin still could not look at each other when Duchess led them from the room, locking the door behind her with a keypad. Bud knew that he was being tested, so he exerted every ounce of his willpower to keep from covering his erection. There were people around, and hearing them, he froze. "Bud, for what you want to do, you have to be as casual about nudity as about breathing. This is the start of practice. Before we get in the hot tub, I want to take you two over this way. Walk very quietly and do not make any noises. After going down a short hall and through a doorway, they came upon another scene that rocked Bud. A naked man with a hood over his head was attached to a frame by wrists and ankles. He was spread quite wide. Behind him, a woman in leather was hitting him with some sort of whip. He was very passive as she whipped him, except that his very large erection bobbed and quivered with each stroke. The woman looked over and right at Bud's crotch. He tried to turn away and cover himself, but Duchess hissed in his ear "Look what she has in front of her! A hard cock is nothing new to her." Duchess walked up to the man, tenderly took his cock and balls in her hands, and told him "Hi, Roger. It's Duchess. I'm always so glad when you come to visit us." Hearing the name 'Roger', Bud looked around for Karin, only to find her standing way back. Her face flushed, she just nodded at Bud's questioning look. Duchess led Bud and Karin part way down the hall, then said "I'll join you in the hot tub in just a minute." As Duchess went back toward Roger, Bud saw that Karin looked very disturbed, so he took her hand. Both were silent as they found the tub and got in. They had been in the tub only two or three minutes when Duchess returned with a partially erect Roger. He got right in the tub, reached out his hand to shake Bud's, and told him "It's good to see you again, Bud. As you might guess, this was all staged by Duchess. We know you are quite shaken by what you have discovered about your sister, and perhaps your mother. She is trying to make a point that it is no shame to have unusual problems or even urges. "As far as what you saw me doing back there: all I can say is that it helps to 'center' me. Actually, it has been a very long time since I have been here, but we wanted to make a point. Duchess introduced me to Karin, and I have not needed that since. Duchess can tell you the psychological background, but I am sure that you have seen that I have a happy, successful life with an absolutely wonderful wife. Right now, I am going to take my wonderful wife and make love to her until we can't move. Duchess will tell you the rest. Oh, don't give up on your plan for your sister, no matter what it takes. It is the right thing to do." After the couple was out of sight, Duchess told Bud to sit on the edge of the tub. She took his cock in her hands and kissed him softly before saying "I cannot in good conscience let you suffer with this any longer. I know you believe that only Dora should be doing this to you, but I meant what I said earlier. For your plan to work, you have to be able to take sexual activity in stride. May I?" Not sure what kind of line he was crossing or what it meant for him and his girlfriend, he nodded. As he feared, the first time was very quick, and obviously, Duchess did not consider him to be finished. Holding him gently until the tenderness could ease, she talked. "As you can guess, I believe that slavery is the perfect answer for your sister. The reason I brought my brother and his family in was to make a few points. First of all, a slave must be naked unless there is a compelling reason for wearing clothes. "A modern person does not have an instinctive understanding of what slavery means. Clothing represents a number of things. One is possessions. A slave owns nothing. It also represents the desired identity the person has constructed. A slave has no identity except as an extension of the master. And clothes represent privacy, something very dear to modern humans. A slave has none. "The shaved genitals are another essential aspect of slavery. There are a number of things that illustrate how the genitals are as much the core of a person's self as any part of the body. If a master owns that slave, the core of that slave's person cannot be shielded or hidden from the owner. "Taking it a step farther, demonstrating ownership of the slave's genitals is the most graphic way to demonstrate ownership of the whole slave." "So," Bud responded, "you're telling me that if I make Kim my slave, I have to keep her naked, make her shave her pubic hair, and..." "No, Bud. YOU have to shave her pussy." "Oh." Bud paused in thought for a while. "Since you had me get Peach off, does that mean I should do that to Kim?" "Definitely. Making and keeping a good slave involves punishment and reward. Being naked and shaven focuses the slave's attention on her genitals much more than when she was dressed. If that is the focus of her attention, then that is the best place to provide a meaningful reward. "Now, your enslavement of Kim is for a benevolent purpose. You won't be doing some of the more humiliating and tortuous sexual things that give slavery its bad name. For instance, some masters take their slaves anally as a way to signify ownership and to demonstrate the slave's complete subjugation. That would not be appropriate in your case." "Thank God!" "Another common thing you may not want to do is have Kim give you blowjobs. That is a common way to reinforce subjugation." "Um, Kim might not consider that a punishment, but let's leave that out." "Oh, and don't think just Kim. From talking with Karin, I suspect that you will be enslaving your mother, as well." Bud just gaped at her, but his cock sprang back to full attention. "Well," Duchess chuckled, "the idea shocks you, but I can see that it does not disgust you. Maybe this time will be enough to keep you soft for five or ten minutes. With that, she knelt and took him in her mouth. He did not last much longer than before. When he had recovered a bit from his second come, she sat beside him, put her arm around him, and fondled him very gently. "There is one other major issue. Bud, you just can't do this if you're a virgin." "Oh, I'm not." "Well, you've certainly managed to give that impression to everyone," she scolded. "Who?" "A cousin. On Dad's side. Older." "Come on. I need to know a lot more than that." "Cass is five years older. She has always been sturdy, but she is a very sweet person and damn sexy. She is also an athlete, basketball, and I guess that's why we've gotten along so well. They lived a reasonable bike ride away, so from the time I was little, I've spent a lot of time at their house. "She played college basketball. The summer after my freshman year, we were playing one on one in their driveway, when she told me we were playing 'H-O-R-S-E', but for clothes. Well, there was no one home, the driveway was pretty private, and I was sure I could get her naked. She won, but pretty soon I won. Whenever she got home after that, which was not often, we tried to get together. Last spring she graduated and got a coaching job at her college. I only saw her twice last summer. Just last fall, she found a great guy, and wants to be faithful to him." "So, you've had some experience. No wonder you did so well with Peach." "I guess." "So, last fall was when you started with Dora?" "About then, yeah. Dora is still a virgin." "How serious are you two?" Duchess probed. "Good question. There is an awful lot to like about her - brains, personality, talent, poise, looks. There is one problem, though. She is a bit intolerant. I just know she could never handle me with a naked Kim." "Tell me; would you think of marrying Kim if she wasn't your sister?" Duchess challenged. Bud just blinked in surprise. It was something he had never thought about. "Yeah," he said finally. "I could spend my life with her. Oh! First, I would need to prove that I could furnish what she is missing. You know, the submissiveness." "So, good slave first before wife, huh?" "Remember, I am trying to help Kim win back Kevin. If I wanted to marry Kim, I would choose a different way of saving her," Bud declared. "Such as..." she challenged. "Maybe the way your Aunt Marilyn's husband does it?" When he just hung his head, she pushed harder, with "Or maybe get someone else to enslave her, then hand her back to you." "I don't think I would like that," he objected. "Isn't that about what you plan for Kevin?" He nodded slowly. "I don't think you're saying to forget slavery, though," he offered. "Of course not. I'm just making sure you have a good perspective on how other people might see what you are doing," she explained. "Now, what if I told you that you needed to spend some time as a slave?" "I'd say 'no way'! "What if I said you can't really appreciate enslavement until you have experienced both sides?" "I'd say 'bullshit'!" he declared. "Oh?" "You have never spent a minute of your life as a slave, and you've got it pretty well figured out," he stated confidently. "Busted!" she laughed. "Understand, I'm trying to make sure where your head is in all this." "That's good. There's a lot more to it than I ever suspected," he admitted. "Anything you don't think you can do?" "Not with Kim. With Mom ... well, that will never happen anyway," he stated. "Ten?" "Huh?" "Bet you ten bucks it will," she said. "Sure. I can always use more spending money." Both were silent for a while, but her continued fondling had him growing. She seemed to reach a decision and asked him "Can I bring Peach out to the hot tub with you? Will you just talk with her as two teens from the same school?" "You mean ... naked?" "Sure. She hardly ever dresses. I have some apartments at the back of the building, including mine. Her family is staying in one of them. She is being home schooled by tutors. It would be a really big thing for her to spend some time with you like this." It was another test, and he knew it. The fact that she was working him up to a full hardon was part of the test, too. "I'm embarrassed to say it, but I don't know her name." "It's Meghan Solberg, but when I bring her out, I will tell you just to call her Peach. Will you do it?" "As if I could say no to you." "Oh, thanks, Bud. I keep owing you. She really shouldn't be out here because of her age, but I'll take a chance for a while. Uh, try not to act shy about your body, OK?" ------- Chapter 3 When he saw Duchess approaching with Peach, Bud stood to meet them. His cock was almost up to horizontal, but he steeled himself to ignore it and try to be nice to the girl. "Slave Peach, Bud, you two have met, sort of. Slave Peach, you are now on free time. Bud, just call her 'Peach', if you would." Unsnapping the leash from Peach's collar, Duchess walked away, still naked. "Hello, Peach. If I slip and call you Meghan, please don't tell Duchess, OK?" "You mean, she'll spank your ass, too?" Peach retorted. "No, but I'm trying to help any way I can," he explained. "Yeah, I know she's trying to help my fucked-up family." "Is it working?" Both teens had sat on the pool edge during this preliminary dialogue. They were across from each other. "It's hard for me to admit it, but yeah, it is," Peach conceded. "Sorry about this," he said, motioning toward his swollen penis. "It has been quite a morning. I'm not used to this kind of exposure." "Why apologize. I love cocks. I guess that's why I'm a slave." "How long have you been?" "Since way last fall." "Must feel strange to put clothes on, now," he suggested. "Yeah, I guess it does. Um, how come you're here? How come Aunt Gloria hauled us over here for you?" "I guess she is sympathetic because I need to make a slave of my sister to try and save her," Bud explained. "She in high school?" "College. She's twenty." "You're going to make your OLDER sister a slave?" Peach asked incredulously. "That's how I ended up talking to your aunt," Bud said. "Say, have you been working out since you got here? You look spectacular!" "She moved some stuff right close to the apartment. I've been running, too - with her." "So you get along with your aunt pretty well, huh?" "Always have." There was a short lull, and Bud decided to crank things up a bit. "Peach is a perfect name for you." "Why?" "Haven't you ever heard a really pretty, tightly closed pussy called a peach?" "N ... no." He had definitely caught her off guard. She could recover quickly, though, he found out. "So, if I made you my slave, I could call you 'Pole'?" That sent them both into laughter. When they settled down, he told her "Sorry you got into trouble earlier." "Oh, that's all right. It ended up just fine," Peach said with a grin. "Don't tell Auntie, but the paddle gets me really worked up." "She knows you blew the count on purpose." "She does? H ... how come she didn't get really angry?" "Does she ever?" Bud demanded. "Meghan, Gloria loves you very much. She isn't doing this just to control you or punish you. She wants you to have a good life." Meghan started crying a little at that point. "I should be married. Then, maybe I could get it when I need it. Course, I could never find a guy horny enough for me," she said with a blush. "Let me ask you something," Bud said. "When you end up fucking a guy, is it because you just had to have it and got him to do it? Or just maybe is it because the guy wants you and you have no will to resist?" "What's the difference, Bud?" "Oh, there's a big difference, Meghan. In a way, both you and your mom are victims. The men are definitely taking advantage of you. Tell me about one of your most recent fucks. Describe the whole episode, would you?" Meghan told a story about being picked up at a mall food court and done in the back seat of a car. "Ok, Meghan. Suppose that tonight you go to that same mall and the same guy tries to pick you up. Would you go with him?" "Oh, no! I wouldn't dare!" "Because of Duchess?" "Yeah." "Now, was that hookup a good thing for you, Meghan? I mean did it leave you sexually satisfied? Did it make you feel good about yourself? Did it make you want to see that guy on a regular basis?" "Shit!" "Can I take that as a 'no'?" Bud tried to lighten things up. "Have you ever had a hookup where you could answer 'yes' to all of those questions?" Suddenly, Meghan was dashing across the pool. She got on her knees on the bench and threw her arms around his middle. His cock sprang up to poke her in a breast, but he decided that was not the main issue right then. She cried against him with great wrenching sobs. After initial uncertainty, he stroked her hair with one hand and her back with the other. Feeling her delightful breasts against him was a terrible temptation, but he knew that was not the time for petting. Well, for him it wasn't. After a couple of minutes, he felt her hand leave his back and wrap around his cock. Still, she kept sobbing and did not stroke him, just held him. It was almost like she was getting comfort from holding him that way. "God, I'm a mess," she complained when she stopped crying. She moved up to sit beside him on the edge. Pulling his arm around herself, she leaned against him and started gently fondling his shaft. "Is it OK if I do this for a while. I've never had the chance to just enjoy one." "Ever know a guy who could say 'no' to that request?" he quipped. Sitting up straight, but not letting go of him, she spat out "Yes, dammit! Every guy I touch wants to stick it in me right away. Pretty soon he gets off, and it's all over." Her anger was brief, and she leaned back against him. "Do women really get satisfied when they have sex?" It was almost as if they orchestrated it. Karin was coming toward the hot tub, looking like she was not touching the ground. "Peach, does Duchess know you're here?" Karin asked when she reached them. She looked disapprovingly at Meghan's hand around Bud's cock. "Duchess brought her here and gave her free time," Bud answered. "For now, this is Meghan, and Meghan has a question that is perfect for you right now." "Bud! I can't ask her that?" "Meghan, Mrs. Morin is the school psychologist. She is Gloria's long-time friend. She and her husband have just spent almost an hour making love. She is the perfect person to ask." "I ... I think I know her answer," Meghan said, then giggled. Quickly sober again, she pled "But what does he do that makes you satisfied?" Staring daggers at Bud, then blushing furiously, then sitting down beside Meghan and holding her hand, Karin gently said "Well, at the top of the list is orgasms, Honey. A good lover always makes sure his woman has orgasms, usually more than one." Meghan was between Bud and Karin, and she was no longer leaning on Bud. The hand closest to him, though, was now the one holding his cock like a lifeline. Sniffling a little, she said "That one Bud gave me is the only really good one I've ever had from someone else." "Orgasms aren't the only thing, though. Romantic situations, loving touches, and loving words get you ready to have the orgasms easier. Then, sometimes, you feel like you want him to pound you so you can't walk. A good man knows what you want and need and tries to give it to you." "I've never met a guy like that," she complained. "Well, maybe I have now. Do you know how neat it is just to hold his cock and talk?" "I sure do, Honey. It's just as neat as when my hubby plays with my nipple or my pussy for a whole TV show. Or maybe when he puts me to sleep in bed by rubbing gently all over my back and my bottom while I hold his penis. That's intimacy, Meghan. We women yearn for it." "I don't know if Mom and Dad ever did stuff like that." "Oh, I'm sure they did. You should ask your mom," Karin said. "I think I'd be too embarrassed." "Honey, how can you say that after what we all saw happen in front of us this morning," Karin pointed out. "Well, that's slave stuff, not real life. It kinda doesn't count," Meghan told them. "Say, how do you find a guy who likes those things you talked about, uh, intimacy?" "That would be a pretty long discussion, Meghan. I'd love to talk about it with you, but right now, here comes Duchess, and I think you'd better be Peach again. I'll set something up." "Slave Peach, your tutor is here. You know the way," said Duchess as she reached the hot tub. She stood quietly on the edge until Peach was out of sight. Then, so fast the others had no time to react, she raced around the tub, straddled Bud's lap, impaled herself on his already hard cock, wrapped him in a rib-breaking hug, and tried to outdo Meghan's earlier crying session. When her sobs eased, she laid a blow-torch kiss on him before telling him "You have no idea how much good you did, Bud. Oh, God! You're worried about being faithful, and I didn't ask permission. I couldn't help myself. Here, help me..." Duchess was a big, strong woman, but Bud was no weakling. Grabbing her hips, he held her down until she stopped trying to lift off. "I'm guessing you saw Meg ... uh, Peach holding me. Well after that, and now this, you can't just leave me waving in the cold air." That made Karin and Duchess giggle. "Think you can eat breakfast sitting like this? Oh, in case you're wondering, I'm clean, on the pill, and yours is my first cock in a year and a half." "Seriously?" "Haven't run into another man worth it since then," she claimed. "I'm honored." "And about ready to pop, too, aren't you?" she quipped. "Let's see if I'm right." After about fifteen seconds, with Duchess motionless on his lap, Bud blurted out "Oh shit! What the hell are... ! Unh! Unh! Unh! Uhhhhhhhh!" While Bud was recovering, Duchess moved to sit beside him just as a woman came in with a cart of breakfast foods. With yet a different woman seeing him naked, Bud was at first startled, but actually laughed as he realized how absurd he was being. As they ate, Karin commented "Who would have thought when we arrived at six... ? And it's not even eight, yet." "Bud," Gloria said, "I want you to spend some more time here, but Karin and I have to talk about some things, first. I'll work through her and let you know when to come out. I can tell you've got a lot to think about right now." ------- When Bud had left, Gloria told Karin "Tell me more about Bud's father - Ed, is it?" "That's right, and Gloria, Bud is definitely a 'chip off the old block'. I found it almost uncanny; their insights and their responses are so similar." "If you really think Bud is going to have to enslave his mother, we should get Ed down here. Besides, he should be interviewed regularly about Kim for the article." "I told Ed that when we met," Karin agreed. "How do you want to meet him?" "Tomorrow morning. Here. You, me, Bud, and his father in the hot tub." "GLORIA! That's ... that's..." "Hon, do I have to get Roger to order you?" Gloria threatened. With a resigned sigh, Karin admitted. "He would. Honestly, I'm a little pissed. He's so excited about this project. It's as if he thinks I'm wasting my time at the school." "Oh, I don't think that's it, Hon. He knows the satisfaction you get from helping the kids. He also knows that everyone needs an extra charge once in a while. Just think how much this project could help in your practice." "Well, that's true," Karin conceded. "But ... I never thought I'd have to ... you know." Gloria just laughed. "Remember Professor LeGlace? Remember her very European views on modesty and nudity? At the time, I remember that you thought her ideas were gospel. Remember Spring Break on South Padre - the nude beach?" "But ... but I was twenty!" "So, has your cunt dried up since then? Tell me you didn't get wet undressing in front of Bud. I'll bet Roger would tell me you just had sex as good as any you two ever had. I sure know what you looked like afterwards. Don't tell me baring yourself for Bud and James had nothing to do with that." "OK! OK! I really want this article to be a success. If you think this is necessary..." "I do. And so do you. When they come out here, you will make it seem like you are as comfortable naked as I am, right?" "Yeah. Gloria, at risk of sounding like I'm trying to weasel out of it, how about this; let's both of us meet with Ed in my house until it's time for Bud to do his mother. That would be a better time for the hot tub thing." Doing a very surprising girlish imitation, Gloria complained "Awww, Kariiiin! If he's like Bud, I wanna seem him naked!" Then, in a serious tone, she admitted "That makes a lot of sense. You set up the meetings. Because of my schedule, we may still have to do it early mornings." "Another thing, Gloria. I think it would be best to not even tease Bud any more about enslaving his mother. I'm afraid it could weaken his focus on Kim, and we don't want to risk that." Hugging her friend, Gloria agreed. "Karin, I'm so glad you're being aggressive about this. I need your ideas. Sometimes, I get too absorbed in the weird environment I have here. You ARE the primary counsellor on this because Bud came to you." "Does that mean you'll stop making me do more and more embarrassing things, then?" "Hell, no!" Gloria declared as they laughed together. ------- "I'm not sure I want our family to be any kind of guinea pig," Ed declared. "I absolutely do not want anything published about us." He was again at Karin's home and had just been introduced to Gloria. They had told him about the article. Gloria tried to reassure him. "Articles like this are always anonymous, Ed. Not even the publisher will know who you are. All licensed professionals work under the confidentiality oath. Neither of us would jeopardize that." "Another thing," Karin interjected, "are you confident that Bud, even with your help, could do a proper job without making things worse? Remember, his original idea was a very mild form of slavery that would have almost certainly failed." "You mean because he did not want Kim naked?" Bud asked. "Well, that was a pretty basic problem," Gloria agreed. "but it was just one indication that he did not completely understand what he was committing to." "OK. I'll grant you that," Ed conceded. "I guess I still don't understand. Let's start with why nudity is so important." Gloria responded without checking with Karin. "What would be your definition of a slave, Ed?" "Oh. Probably a person who is completely under the control of another person." "Not bad, but not deep enough," Gloria commented. "In slavery's purest form, a slave is an extension of the master. An ideal slave allows the master to multiply his or her own capabilities." "I see how my definition was rather superficial compared to that," Ed conceded. "For a slave to be a true extension of the master, the slave must have the same urges, the same responses, the same values ... I think you get the idea. In other words, the only will the slave has is the will of the master." "That cannot be easy to achieve," Ed observed. "Thank you," Gloria said with a smile. "I think what I do requires a lot of skill. Now, Ed, what kind of being is a human being at its core?" "I'm not sure what you are getting at." "I am getting at the fact that at the instinctual level, we are primarily sexual beings. Procreation is right behind self-preservation as our dominant drive. "Notice that I specified the instinctual level. Because we are sentient and intelligent beings, we have another level of 'will', as it were, on top of the instincts. However, if the intellect is not involved, we have two basic drives. First, we want to stay alive. Then, we want to procreate. "Now, if you want to enslave a person, Ed, you have to substitute your will for their will. The will is primarily a function of the intellect. However, as intellectual as we think we are, we have never been able to fully subjugate our instinctive side. Um, are you really OK with this psychobabble?" "Definitely. As you might guess, my days at the precinct are not filled with intellectual pursuits," Ed quipped. "I know this is serious stuff, but I find it stimulating." "Good. An oversimplification, but a useful one is to think of instinct as 'I need' and intellect or will as 'I want'. It is the 'I want' part that has to be overcome to make a slave." "Let me guess," Ed interrupted. "The reason for the nudity, the exposing of genitals, nipple clamps, etc. is to keep the 'I need' side so prevalent that the 'I want' side can be subdued." "Got it in one," Gloria nodded. "Bare crotches, nipple clamps, labial clamps, butt plugs ... those serve for more than just to humiliate female slaves. The constant sexual stimulation certainly creates interference to rational thinking. How much work would you get done if I got you hard and clamped a cock ring on you before sending you to work?" She had hoped to shock him a little, but he was up to the challenge. "Why would I want to leave for work? I assume that is something commonly done to male slaves." Giving him a long, thoughtful look, Gloria told him "My brother has worn a cock ring for months." She then told him the story of Pup, Pet, and Peach. "Ed, Bud was at D-House yesterday morning. He saw all three of them. He also spent some time with my niece." Gloria had to pause a moment for composure. "I think Bud may have done as much good for her as I have managed in several months. Of course, the poor girl is probably in love with Bud already." Ed was caught by surprise at those revelations. "Aren't you taking a chance having him there when he is not eighteen yet?" "Yes, and an even bigger chance letting Meghan in. I have to tell you, Ed; if I get put out of business but connecting Meghan with Bud turns her around, it will be worth it." In a move that surprised them all, Ed took both of Gloria's hands in his, kissed the backs of them, and told her "I will never question whether you understand Bud's and my feelings about Kim and Julie." Releasing her hands, he asked "Can I infer that you plan some 'training' for Bud?" "Yes, you can," Gloria assured him, struggling to hide the strength of her reaction to Ed's gesture. "As much as Bud likes women, and as good as his instincts are, I am still afraid of what would happen if he tried to master Kim without some practice." "What about your niece?" Ed queried. "Are you hoping that Bud can master her, as well? Or are you hoping that they become romantically involved?" "Yes." That caused a chuckle from all of them. "First, though, Ed, we have to be sure that everything is focused on Kim. I sense that we do not know how much time we have." "That's true," Ed admitted. "Will Bud have to do, uh, nipple clamps and things on Kim?" "I rather doubt it. My guess is that just her exposure will be enough to focus her on what Bud wants; that and the fact that she is probably in love with her brother. Now, your wife is another matter. Whoever masters her may have to do several things to reawaken her sex drive." Ed moaned a little in a surprising show of emotion. "There are a few other reasons for the importance of nudity in slavery," Gloria told Ed. "Privacy, personal image, and ownership of property are important concepts to civilized humans. Nudity and maximum exposure of genitals takes all of those away." "Thank you for laying it out so clearly and strongly," Ed said. "Without your guidance and explanation, we certainly would have failed to make the proper impact on Kim. I will make myself available when you need more input." After being a spectator for a while, Karin spoke up. "Ed, Gloria has teased Bud a few times about enslaving his mother. We certainly do not want to detract from his focus on Kim, but more and more, we see the project as fixing your family, not just your daughter. Of course, you know that we will continue trying to get you to be the one for Julie." "Try all you want," Ed chuckled. "Um, do I want to know what kinds of 'training' things Bud will be doing?" "If you mean will he be doing anything illegal, you have no worries," Gloria declared. "If you mean would it destroy your comfort zone - most definitely. Ed, in what little time we have, we need to make whatever he does with Kim and/or Julie seem ordinary." "I guess I really don't want to know, then. Tell me honestly; can Bud do this well enough to change Kim?" Gloria did not hesitate. "Your son is an exceptional young man. He is mature far beyond his years. Most importantly, he genuine likes and respects women. Add in a great build and magical hands. He can have most any woman do most anything he wants." Ed held up his hand and turned it around. "Some people have called our hands oversized or even freakish. Nice to know they make an impression at something besides sports." "Do they ever," Gloria muttered, but not softly enough. A hard glance from Ed caused an uncharacteristic blush. "Something I probably don't want to know," he said with a grin. "There is an important subject we should address," Karin broke in. "How do you plan to keep Kim's slave status secret. It is my guess that her slavery will last for ten to twelve weeks." "Does it have to be secret? Very little that happens on the Lewis side stays secret," Bud questioned. "What about your side of the family. Are they all local?" "Yes, they are, but I can ask them not to ask questions and they will go along," he assured them. "Does it have to be secret, you asked." That came from Gloria. "Complete secrecy is probably not a good idea. It is better to have some people who form a support team." "Not sure I like the sound of that, but let's just say that the team would come only from the Lewis side. I can keep things secret from the Haller side." ------- "I'm still not comfortable with us being some kind of guinea pigs," Ed declared. "I don't like the idea of anything being published about us, either." Bud had just explained about Karin and Gloria wanting to meet with both of them early in the morning at D-House. "That was my reaction, too," Bud assured his father. "But look at it this way, Dad. If I - make that 'we' - tried to do this without expert help what kind of risk would we be taking? They have already been invaluable. Let's meet with them." "Six am on Saturday, huh?" Ed exclaimed. "I guess breakfast will help make it worthwhile." Early Saturday morning, they had just finished the greetings at D-House when Gloria pulled Bud aside. "We're meeting naked in the hot tub," she declared. "I had a hell of a time convincing Karin, so it's up to you to get your father in there. Just strip like it's nothing, OK?" It was set up well. Gloria led them to the same room as on Bud's first visit. As soon as they entered, she said "I think the hot tub is the perfect place to start this meeting. You can leave your things in that closet and I will lock up." Bud could tell that it took everything in Karin, but she and Gloria both quickly shed the only two garments they wore, then left the room so the men could undress. "Honest, Dad! I didn't know about this until we walked in. Look, Gloria doesn't do anything without a good reason. I can't imagine how she talked Karin into it, but let's not make an issue of it, OK?" With that, he undressed quickly. Ed paused only a moment before joining him. Gloria was waiting as they left the room, and locked up as she had promised. Her comfort with nudity was apparent. "I know this is a shock to you, Ed, but I think it is necessary. I am as comfortable naked as dressed, so I guess that is unfair. For what your family is getting into, a lot of ideas have already had to change." By then, they had reached the hot tub, and Karin spoke, rather unsteadily. "Believe me, Ed, I am NOT comfortable naked like this. I agree with Gloria, though. This is a good, if shocking way to set the tone for what is about to happen. "One reason we are naked is to help minimize the inevitable psychological impact of your daughter's, and perhaps your wife's, impending nakedness. Any time one family member experiences something of a sexual nature that the others do not, it can cause a rift. That is not what we want to happen. "After Gloria and I have spent a lot of time talking about it, we agree that Bud should enslave both your daughter and your wife. Ideally, he should do both of them at the same time. However, as new as he is to the whole idea, that is just not practical." "As we have told you, Gloria and I also agree that ideally, you should be the one enslaving your wife. However, we will work with your wishes." "Why do you think it is important to do them together?" Ed queried. "It's not the 'together' that is important," Gloria answered. "Karin is worried that Julie seeing the expected improvements in Kim might cause Julie to deteriorate into some depression." "Wait a minute," Bud interrupted. "We all think that the impending loss of Mom's parental responsibilities is causing her problems. Won't the fact that she is involved with helping rescue Kim bring back some of what she is losing?" There was dead silence as Gloria and Karin stared at each other, then broke into laughter. Gloria told Ed "I apologize for attacking your son in front of you, but I can't help it." With that she grabbed Bud in a hug and kissed him, mashing her globes into his chest in the process. As if making sure that she had the expected effect, she gave one upward stroke to his cock before sitting beside him and pulling his arm around herself. "I guess this is a good way of giving you some idea of what kind of orientation we are trying to give Bud," Gloria said to Ed. "I hope you are not shocked, but he cannot be successful with his sister without some level of sexual sophistication. "As far as his comment about, uh, re-energizing your wife by helping Kim; I believe he is correct, at least for a while. Let's think of ways to get her involved as much as possible." For several minutes, they talked about how to get Julie into an active role in Kim's enslavement. Cooking meals appropriate for weight loss and muscle gain headed the list, and there were a number of others. "How long do you think that effect will last?" Ed wondered. "That is something we will just have to watch closely," Karin responded. "My guess is a matter of a few weeks. I think, Ed, that you will be the one to see the signs that the initial benefit has worn off. We will be talking with you frequently. Once Bud takes over Kim, we will talk to Julie as part of our monitoring. I'm sure we will pick up signs that it is time." Gloria took over again. "I know you are not thrilled about being the subjects of an article. I can assure you of absolute anonymity. Not even the publisher will know who you are. On the positive side, we will be extremely thorough in examining every aspect of the project. I think Bud can attest to the fact that we have already done that with Kim. We want it to be a success, but not just because of the publication possibility. My family is involved, as well." Responding to the mention of her family, Ed said "Yes, Bud mentioned that you would like him to take on Meghan as a slave, as well. Let me ask you this; are you not worried that Meghan's presence as another slave in our home would, uh, contaminate the meaningfulness of the results?" Gloria and Karin shared an open-mouthed look, then could not hold back laughter. Karin spoke. "Ed, we are laughing because we know just where Bud got his exceptional insights. We have talked about that question quite a bit. I would like to think that the only thing that matters is that three women get the best possible help toward a satisfying future. If we were successful in that, but the article failed, we would still be satisfied. Unfortunately, Bud is correct that Meghan would be a real distraction. The unique bond and communication between your wife and your daughter is too potentially important to the project to risk." Ed nodded in his usual thoughtful way. He did not think the women realized what his real concern was with having a naked teen slave in his house. He forgot that he was dealing with fellow psychologists. Karin added "We also know it would be disastrous if it became known that an underaged, unrelated girl was living naked in your home. I think you also have personal qualms about her being naked in your presence. Not having any idea that something like this might happen, Karin and I began the emancipation process for Meghan as soon as she turned sixteen. "Hmmm. That would certainly ease the legality concern," Ed observed. "Of course, it is no secret that if she became Bud's slave, she would be more to him than just a housekeeping slave. How about if we just say that for now, it would be a bad idea. Perhaps in a few weeks or months..." Unable to hide her emotions, Gloria reached over and squeezed Ed's hand. With his usual sensitivity, Ed told her "I see how important this is to you. Let's hope that both Kim and Julie will progress rapidly. Maybe it will only be a matter of weeks before we can talk about this again." This time, Gloria did not even try. Tears streaked down her face as she lunged at Ed and hugged him briefly but fiercely. Karin and Bud could sense the struggle Ed had to control his reactions. "Gloria, that's an awful temptation for a man who has been rather deprived in the sex department lately." "I'm sorry, Ed. You're right. Are there any more men like you in your family? There's just something about you and Bud," Gloria said softly. Ed did another of his characteristic thoughtful pauses, but said nothing. The others were certain, though, that he had an idea of some kind. "Gloria," Bud said in a change of subject, "I still can't believe I am really going to have to do this with Mom. But if I do, do you think that if she has to do the housework, it will detract from her progress?" Gloria nodded at Karin who replied "We think that the housework will be an important part of her slavery. First of all, it is a part of what had been her, uh, her anchor and her direction before she began her current slide. It should be a key goal of her slavery to make that part of her life meaningful and rewarding again. Also, though it may seem trivial, if you took that away from her, how would she spend her time?" "Ah!" Bud exclaimed. "Kim has school. What would Mom have?" "Speaking of Kim and school," Ed entered in, "is there a way to get Bud freed up so he can be with Kim full time on campus? He will spend as much time there as he can, and I have arranged to cover the rest. I'm not sure we can keep that up until school ends." "You're that worried about this Dawn?" Karin probed. "Look at it this way," Ed explained. "Just think how far out of our comfort zone we will have gone to try to save Kim. Why should we take ANY chance of her falling into Dawn's clutches again. Besides that, Dawn seems like the kind of bully who will lash out just to punish anyone who crosses her." "So, you will never let her on campus alone?" Karin queried. "We won't let her out of the house alone," Bud interjected. "That will last at least until school is out - maybe until school starts again in the fall." "That kind of commitment makes just the enslavement part seem almost trivial," Karin offered. Bud and Ed looked at each other, than Ed shook his head firmly. "Enslavement will certainly not be trivial. Accompanying Kim to school and a few other places will just take time and driving. I can't imagine how it will make me feel the first time Kim comes up to dinner, naked and hairless. I agree it is what has to be done, but it goes against so much of what I believe about proper family interactions and treatment of women. "And deciding to turn my wife over to my son to try to turn her around! If I sound composed about the idea, it is certainly not how I feel about it. Sleep has not come easily since Bud told me what he planned for Kim." There was a short silence before Karin spoke up. "Ed, if you had not decided to have your wife enslaved, we would have brought you in on this very soon, anyway." "Like this?" Ed indicated their unclad state. Karin looked to Gloria, who answered. "Definitely. This is necessary because of all the naked exposure your daughter, and perhaps your wife, will experience." "Are you implying that more people than just the four of us would see them naked?" "We think that they should be in their slave roles for a certain amount of 'normal' entertaining." Gloria stated. "There should be a group of people who are with them regularly to provide support." "I'll have to think about that," Ed declared. At that point, breakfast was brought in and they sat around the rim of the tub. When they had finished eating, Gloria looked long and hard at Ed, then said "Let me show you around the place before you leave." "But we're..." Ed started to protest, then realized that it was a challenge. Somehow, he did not mind being pushed by Gloria, finding her perhaps the most impressive woman he had met. He was concerned about being recognized in that place, but Gloria had been thinking ahead. She handed him a baseball cap and a pair of lensless glasses after they had stood and dried off. ------- Gloria, as Bud was told to call her when no one else was around, arranged for Bud to come in to D-House every morning for a while. She guaranteed that he would learn useful things. It should not have surprised him to arrive the first morning and have her tell him to strip. The fact that she was naked should have tipped him off. She got him into an outfit that made him seem worse than naked. It started with a full head leather mask with eye, nose, and mouth openings and a few perforations over the ears. Leather calf-high boots, leather armbands, and a short leather vest were added. The last piece was a leather jockstrap with a single piece running up through his crack. The front, though, was constructed to conform to his penis in an upright position. Gloria told him it was a 'Codpiece'. "I'll have you wear this every day. It should get the women wet just looking at you," Gloria said gleefully, "especially if you stay hard like you are now. It has been four days and my pussy is getting scratchy. I'll be your first lesson in shaving." And he thought the outfit was a shock! When everything was laid out and ready, she told him "The scissors and comb won't be needed today, but may be for Kim. Now remember, this is not just shaving for shaving's sake. This is ritual, a ritual where a master emphasizes and celebrates his ownership of the slave by treating her most private place in a very possessive way. "This is a completely different sign of possession than is spanking. The slave may derive masochist pleasure from spanking, but that is not the primary aim. Pubic shaving is full of symbolism, but should, in the end, be very pleasurable to the slave. On the one hand, shaving signifies the loss of privacy and the master's ownership. On the other hand, the pussy is the most erotically sensitive and responsive part of the woman, so great pleasure can be given to her." Gloria spent some time giving Bud a 'tour' of her crotch, then talked him through shaving her with the maximum arousal. As he was applying the lotion when he was finished, he could not resist her clit with the ring through the hood. "Bud! This is supposed to be ... oh, damn! That feels so good! G ... guess you need to learn that toooo... !" He and Cassie had been together maybe a couple dozen times, but she had felt it her duty to teach him how to please a woman with his mouth, and he had been more than eager to learn. Not claiming any great expertise, he still knew enough to hang in there until Gloria came. When she had recovered, she told him. "I doubt you will be doing that to your sister and your mother, but feel free to practice on me all you want." He appreciated the compliment, and he loved that he was able to please the incredible woman. But the continual talk about him enslaving his mother bothered him a lot. "Gloria, being able to do that to you is an awesome thrill. I would love to repeat it any time you want. I just can't see myself doing that to Mom, though. It's not because I don't love her and wouldn't want to make her feel good. It's just that she is Dad's woman. I love and respect him too much to intrude on a privilege that should be only his." Gloria pulled him over on top of herself and hugged him tightly. "You almost make me regret not having kids," she said softly. "Of course then there's Meghan; and your Kim; and a million other fucked up kids out there. "Anyway, Bud, I think you need to change your thinking. What is going to happen to win me my ten is that your father is going to ask you to do it." "But, why?" "Because he is a man of action and he realizes that his marriage needs help right now. But he is not ready to have a master/slave relationship with the woman he married. He will ask you to do for him with your mother what you are trying to do for Kevin with your sister." "But won't he have to take over the master role from me?" "Perhaps not in the same way," she answered. "For instance, I do not plan to master my brother and his family forever. Oh, speaking of them, I've got a couple more pussies for you to practice on." "Meghan and her mom?" he asked in surprise. "Uh huh. Don't use your mouth on Pet. Your decision on Peach. Just be aware that Peach is an inch from falling hopelessly in love with you." "Then maybe I shouldn't do any more with her," he suggested. "Or, maybe she won't recognize me in this." "No chance. She'll smell you, if nothing else," Gloria said with a chuckle. "Hon, you are the first decent guy she has been around. I need to change her perception of males." "Even if she ends up hurt later?" "Even if. I know you will dump her in a way that leaves her respecting you, even if it hurts terribly." "Gloria, you're talking like I already have a relationship with Meghan." "Well, in her mind you most certainly do. You allowed her to get closer than any other guy has. As starved as she is for any intimacy, you had her in about five minutes. But listen; it's what I want for her. If I can get her expectations about men up, she has a much better chance at happiness." "I guess what you're having me do with Meghan is a lot like what I have to decide about Kim, isn't it?" "I knew you should go into Psyche," she quipped. At that point, they both sat up. "Could you be interested in Meghan as a girlfriend?" she asked suddenly. "Oh. I honestly never thought about that," Bud answered. "She certainly isn't the type of girl I have gone out with before." "You mean she's not in AP classes and shows no interest in sports or extra-curricular things?" Gloria probed. "That, and she doesn't come across as a strong personality." "Well, you would consider life with Kim, and we know that she is submissive," Gloria pointed out. "I did not enslave Meghan because she is submissive and needed the control. She is definitely not submissive, and that makes it a constant battle. It only works because we have a long-term good relationship, and she is starting to see how badly she has messed up." "So, you see me as an influence she needs, huh?" "I do, Bud. Come on, how tough can it be having a naked Playmate-type body around? I think you will discover that Meghan is a naturally sweet person who has had to adopt a tough attitude to get along. She is also a lot smarter than you would suspect. I think she could be in AP classes if it wasn't for her bad start." "Well, the part about the body is certainly true," Bud admitted. "I'm also impressed that she takes working out pretty seriously. Does she have any particular talents? You know, music? Art? Drama? Sports? Anything?" "Hmmmm. When she was little, she always talked about being an actress. She sure has the looks for it. Oh, for all the wrong reasons, she is an excellent cook." "Wrong reasons?" "For a while there, if she didn't cook, the family would starve." "It was that bad, huh?" "It is unbelievable that Child Protection did not get to her," Gloria told him. "Lucky for her, you got to her first," Bud said honestly. "Anyway, Meghan started out cooking to survive, but she really has a flair for it." "Some lucky guy will get a real prize, huh?" Bud joked. "Could be you, you know," Gloria taunted. "Gloria, I honestly like Meghan, and I try to convince myself that it isn't just my cock talking. But if I'm going to pull this off with Kim, it will..." " ... and your mother, don't forget," Gloria interrupted. " ... Uh, well, I don't have time for a girlfriend." "And besides, you're still hurting over having to break up with Dora, right?" "Let's just say it made me cautious." ------- Chapter 4 "OK, I won't say any more about Meghan," Gloria capitulated, "Can I bring in Pet?" Letting out his breath, Bud pointed out "She's a married woman. You said you were trying to salvage their marriage. Is my doing something that sexual with her really going to help?" "Same argument as with Meghan, Bud. Pet has had too little intimacy. I will tell you that I am having Pup do similar things with other women. Why? The pattern between Pet and Pup is such that I can't just throw them into more intimate situations. Maybe you've heard the expression 'old tapes'? Well, it became kind of trite when CDs came along, but the principle was always correct." "OK. Any warnings, cautions, or special instructions?" "Well, as you may have seen, Meghan's hair trigger is inherited," Gloria cautioned. "Does that mean I have to be careful not to nick her if she goes off unexpectedly?" "Could happen." "Um, Gloria, do I talk to Pet?" "Absolutely not. If she speaks, she gets paddled." "How much are you having to force her to do this? I mean will she be angry?" "Hah!" Gloria laughed. "I'm pretty sure you're going to have a really tough time getting a grip on her labia." "You mean the same trouble I had with her mistress?" he taunted. The little extra bump to her hip as she saucily walked away lost nothing in erotic impact because of her size. Bud really missed Gloria's instruction as he worked on Pet. Perhaps that was good because he had to be very deliberate, which meant that it was very stimulating for Pet. Noticing how quickly Pet showed signs of excitement, Bud tried every trick he could think of. It turned out that bracing his thumb against her rosebud while he used a finger to tighten one lip for shaving did the trick. Amazingly, after he let her calm down, then washed her off to reduce the slipperiness, the same trick produced the same result just five minutes later. The way all of Pet's soft spots quivered when she came was too enticing. When he was all done shaving her and putting on soothing cream, he went right for her distended clit. Gloria had to help the woman to her feet to lead her from the room. Besides a pretty severe case of tight balls, Bud found himself a little nervous as he waited for Gloria to return with Meghan. He was puzzled when Gloria came in alone. "I've changed my mind, Bud. I think some nice Meghan/Bud time would be better than a masked man shaving Peach. Undress and come over to the hot tub. Bring the shaving stuff. When Bud arrived, Gloria announced "Slave Peach, you can now be Meghan until I tell you otherwise. You and Bud can do whatever you want for the next hour or so. Only two rules; Bud has to shave you, and no intercourse. I'm closing the door to the hot tub room." For a moment after Gloria left, the two teens just looked at each other. Then, Bud saw an amazing sight. Meghan quivered and seemed to flush from head to toe. Breathing out "Oh, God!", she stepped up to Bud and leaned against him briefly. Getting control of herself, Meghan grabbed Bud's hand and dragged him toward a mat that lay beside the tub. Spreading herself wide on her back, she almost cried "Please, Bud!" A couple of times, Cassie had acted extremely aroused and needy when they were together. She had been nothing like Meghan was at that moment, though. Right then, he was wishing Gloria had neglected the no intercourse rule. He had never seen anything as intensely erotic as the girl with the perfect body lying naked before him, begging for his attention. Gloria HAD given the order, though, and he respected her wisdom. Certain that the room was monitored, he decided that intercourse meant the strict definition. Getting on his knees between her legs, he risked being too abrupt by sticking his face in her crotch and finding her clit almost immediately. Remembering from that incredible morning that she had no problem with direct stimulation, he began flailing the small but noticeable protrusion with his tongue. Just anticipation had been more than enough foreplay, and Meghan went off in less than a minute. Remembering the thrill it had been for him to give Cassie multiples, he continued his lingual assault as soon as she was still enough. Remembering Gloria's advice from the first morning, he worked his thumb into her vagina, then pressed his middle finger firmly against her anus. For the next ten plus minutes, Bud got an education that could only have been understood from experience. It was impossible to tell if Meghan had a string of orgasms or a single very long one. At first, she squeezed and pulled on her nipples, and the stimulation of five highly erogenous areas undoubtedly helped launch her incredible flight. After only a minute or so, she no longer had enough control of her hands to work her nipples, but that extra stimulation was not needed. The incredible time ended because she lost consciousness. He could tell she was breathing, so he assumed everything was alright. Just as he laid beside her to cuddle, Gloria came through the door, so his assumption about monitoring was proven correct. She did not say anything, but just stood watching as he reached a large towel from the nearby stack and laid it over Meghan. He was on his side with his head held up on his hand, looking at her face when she came around. 'Came around' was a relative term, though, because consciousness was not an on or off condition but was expressed in degrees. When her eyes first opened, he was sure they saw nothing. Little by little, she seemed to register her surroundings until she finally looked at him with obvious recognition. She did not really smile at him, at first. What she did was give him a definition of the 'well fucked look' that he would recall any time the term was used in the future. Probably without thinking about it, the first evidence of muscle control was when her hand slid from under the towel and grasped his cock. As concerned and cautious as he had been about a relationship with Meghan, Bud just did not have the weapons to resist at that moment. Operating under no more control than was she, he leaned over and kissed her irresistible lips. And kissed and kissed and kissed. She seemed content to lie there and hold his cock and kiss. Finally, after an unknown number of minutes, she pushed the towel down from her breasts and used her free hand to pull his head down between them. Her fingers were instantly playing with his hair, and she spoke. "I didn't believe the stuff Mrs. Morin was saying that morning. She was telling the truth, wasn't she? No wonder I couldn't get enough sex. I wasn't really getting ANY. How did you know ... where did you learn... ? You weren't even in me!" "Meghan, you are just so, uh, responsive, I..." "I'm always horny. You can say it." "I know a few things," Bud went on. "One girl taught me what she could." Whatever he had planned to say next was forgotten. Seemingly fully recovered, she threw off the towel, got him on his back, knelt over his crotch, and took his cock in her mouth. It was all done very quickly, and even in his surprise, he noticed how smooth and graceful even her rather frantic motions were. He wondered if Meghan ever had an awkward or clumsy moment. Of course, that was a very fleeting thought. What she was doing with her mouth did not encourage - actually, barely permitted - organized thought. But, oh, the organized, focused, intense sensations. Uncharacteristically, he had stopped thinking about the implications of what they were doing. It was simply too wonderful to interrupt with thoughts of consequences. Gloria must have been just outside the door. While he was still panting from a very forceful ejaculation, Gloria knelt beside the teens. Taking Meghan's face in one hand, Gloria kissed her niece, then leaned down to kiss Bud. "I'm acting on impulse, here, Kids. I said no intercourse, but I just watched something as intense and as moving as anything I have seen. It would be wrong not to let you finish it. Bud, I know it's not your way, but please, just think about right now. I'll talk to both of you later. Meghan is clean and protected." Just like that, Gloria was gone, and both teens were left stunned. They recovered quickly, though, especially Meghan. "Oh, God, Bud! Are you too sore? Can you do it yet?" Refusing to consider whether he was sore, Bud knew that he was firm enough to enter her. That was all that mattered at that moment. The obviously practiced ease with which Meghan brought him into herself bothered him, but his brain was a little too deprived to examine the reasons thoroughly. Given the passion she had just displayed, Bud expected Meghan to initiate some high-intensity animalistic fucking, but that was not what he wanted. Sure, he and Cassie had done some of that, but mostly, it had been controlled, sensuous, and very expressive. It reflected the feelings between the cousins. Somewhat to his dismay, he was starting to have real feelings for Meghan. Love-making was how he had learned to express those feelings, and that was how he would proceed. As he worked his way in, a process that took longer than he would have expected, he bent himself down enough to suck on a nipple. When he was all the way in and had started some long, gentle strokes, he released her nipple and looked in her face. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth formed an 'O'. On the next downstroke, he rubbed his pubic bone against her clit, and her eyes flew as wide open as they possibly could. When he repeated the motion on the next stroke, then rotated around a little on the next, her legs came up around his thighs and her nails dug into his upper arms with the strength of her grip. Half a dozen strokes later, he could tell that this was a whole new experience for her, and she tried to tell him. "B ... Bud ... Bud ... God! N ... n ... never knew. So g ... good! So ... good!" It was inconsiderate of Bud to keep thinking of Cassie while making love to another girl, but they were barely thoughts, more just feelings of gratitude and love. The couple of clear thoughts were that she had apparently been an excellent teacher, and that he needed to thank her for that. As wonderful as deliberate, sensuous intercourse can be, if successful, its result is greatly heightened arousal. Bud's efforts with Meghan were definitely successful. Given how easily aroused she was, the need for completion built rapidly, and completion required the animalistic pounding. Tenderness long gone, pounding was fine with Bud. He only had to deal with holding off until Meghan came. That again was something Cassie had worked on every time they were able to be together. Of course, one sure method was to keep going until he could barely get it up, then holding off for her was not a problem. This time, he had only come once, but it was fairly recent and he seemed blessed with fairly good control for his age. Every man who is not a misogynist feels satisfaction at bringing his partner to climax. The fact that it is usually more difficult to achieve during intercourse makes the satisfaction even greater. The often agonizing need to hold off his own release does not detract from the feeling of accomplishment. Even knowing that Meghan was a curve-buster as far as sexual response did nothing to dampen Bud's pleasure when she went off. Just watching in awe was enough to keep him from launching in response, and he was able to keep stroking. Just as when he had used his mouth, her throes seemed to go on forever. By the time she collapsed, he was so exhausted, and his arms were shaking so much from holding himself up that ejaculation was no longer a threat. That was something he had never experienced with Cassie. Thinking that she was again unconscious, his attempt to roll off was thwarted when she hugged him tightly, making him fear crushing her. "Doesn't hurt," she murmured. "You've gotta come, too." He let her hug him and rub his head and back while he cheated and used his elbows and forearms to keep some of his weight from her. Once again remembering times with Cassie, he told her "Meghan, let's get on our sides with me behind you, OK?" She paused only a moment before somehow lifting herself off of him and rolling over. He had just barely gotten into position behind her when she got ahold of him and magically positioned herself so he could enter. With her upper leg raised, she laid it back on his hip and bent her torso forward so they were almost at ninety degrees to each other. And here he thought he would have to show her what he wanted to do! Apparently, she was aware that he had not come in her and took some sort of offense at that situation. She was certainly on a mission to correct that injustice. First, she began stroking upward from below his testicles. That in itself was almost enough to send him off. When he began to feel her vagina massaging him, it was 'all she wrote', and this time, he blacked out momentarily. When he regained full awareness, she had them rearranged again. It was if she was sitting impaled on him in a chair, except that they were lying on their sides. She had managed to get him to pull his legs up under her and had his top hand over her, cupping her breast. "Meghan, you must have done it that way before," he murmured in her ear. "Huh, uh, but I sure will again," she replied. "Bud, will you do something for me?" "It's not fair to ask me right now," he joked, then more seriously "What would you like me to do for you?" "Do what you just did to me with Aunt Gloria. I don't think she's had a man for a long time. You think she's hot, don't you?" "Meghan, a man could not even dream up both you and Gloria. You two are beyond fantasy. You have to remember, though, she's a mature woman. She must have had a lot of experienced lovers." "Yeah, but I don't think she loved any of them, and they didn't love her," Meghan stated. "But I'm just a teenager like you," Bud protested. "Not exactly," she retorted. "No teenager is as good as you are, and no teenager is as horny as me. I don't think Gloria cares how old you are. I think she really likes you - maybe more than that." Certain that Gloria was getting all of this on the monitor, Bud was tempted to tell Meghan, but decided there was nothing to be gained. As he relaxed, his more controlled, analytical thinking began to catch up with the hormonal teenaged urges. He was a bit frightened because of what he might have started with Meghan, yet her comment about him doing it with Gloria gave him hope that she would not turn possessive and demanding. He had to admit that he had some strong feelings for the girl, but he feared that those feelings were too much influenced by her beauty on constant full display and by her exceptional sexuality. "Meghan, did Gloria just call off your tutor for this morning?" "Delayed. I really don't need as much time as she scheduled." "You find the schoolwork pretty easy?" "Uh huh. I'm all caught up with my grade," she assured him. "Even when I was messing around, I got mostly 'Bs' and I never studied." "So, you could probably be in AP classes if you tried?" he probed. "Not based on my grades. Why? Do you think I should be?" "I guess I'm just curious," Bud stated. "I think maybe you're wasting some good brainpower." "Bud, there's not much chance of me going to college," she declared. "Even if I had the grades, I can't expect Aunt Gloria to pay." "Scholarships, Meghan. That's the secret. Did you know that your Junior year is the one that really counts for college admission and scholarships?" "Really? Well, there's still another problem. What would I study in college? I don't have any idea what I could use it for." "Could it be that you just haven't spent much time thinking about what you like to do, what you're good at, and how those things might make a career for you." She let out a big sigh. "I've heard that a lot from Aunt Gloria. Did she tell you to ask me that?" "Not at all. All I have heard from her is how much she loves you and how much she hopes she can get you on track for a happy life," Bud assured her. "All she has to do is give me you for the rest of my life and I'll be happy," she teased. "Hey, that thing in me never really died, did it?" "How could it? It's hiding happily in the sexiest place I know." "Think we could do it one more time? I've seen stuff where the woman is on top. None of the backseat assholes would let me do that." He did not like that reminder of her past, but the hormonal teenaged part liked the idea of more sex too much. Before he could resolve any internal conflict, she had him on his back and was sucking him to ready state. Just as in all that had happened between them, it was hard to believe anything was new to her. Mounting him, moving up and down on him, lying forward on him when her legs tired, moving laterally against him; she did it all so naturally and with so much honest passion that nothing could stop his third come. She also seemed to know that he was about to apologize for not getting her there. She kissed him hard, then told him "I couldn't even count how many times I came before. Don't you even think about failing on this last one." He believed her when she said something was new to her. The gleam of anticipation in her eyes could not be faked. With a little thought, he was able to put to rest the little irritation at how easily she made her moves. Clearly, it was not just from experience. Meghan was a girl with exceptional natural grace and coordination. They got in the hot tub, with him on the floor and her on his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. "Bud, how come it seems important to you that I get good grades and go to college?" He had to think carefully how to phrase his answer. "I just think that you are an exceptional person. I know your beauty and your sexiness are most of what I've seen, but you really have a presence about you. You have instincts - you seem to always be a step ahead of me. I believe that applies to more than just lovemaking. You must have talents that you haven't even discovered, yet." "Because I fucked away the last few years, you mean?" she groused. "Can't take back the years and what you did," he admitted. "Sixteen is not too late to start all over, though. It takes guts and determination, but I think you have those." "Well, that's two, at least," she said softly. "What do you mean by that?" "Two people who think I could be more than just the school slut," she explained. "I think your slut days are over," he said confidently. "Oh?" "I think you won't find the backseat pickups worth the effort any more." "You braggin'?" she teased. "No. All I did was show you some things that I have been taught. You turned them into fantastic sex. I don't believe you will want 'slam, bam, thank you ma'am' any more." "Maybe my ideal career is hooker," she continued teasing. "Nope. You won't find any customers that can make you happy. They're all just like your backseat assholes." "And you know this because... ?" "Well ... I've read some stuff," was all he could come up with. This girl was definitely no dummy. Just then, Gloria came into the room. "Slave Peach, your tutor has arrived, and Bud needs to get to his classes." When Meghan had left, Gloria hugged him close and led him to the tub. "Do you really believe the stuff you were telling her?" "Sure. I think she has a quick mind and I think she reads people pretty well. And Gloria, have you ever seen her be awkward about anything? Do you realize how rare that is? Who knows what hidden talents are there?" "I agree. The problem is, she still has that submissive streak - no, like I said before, it's not submissive, just, uh, undirected. She may never be able to succeed without a firm hand," Gloria said with a touch of sadness. "And you can't keep her your slave forever," Bud added. Then, she totally shocked him. "Would you be willing to take her as your slave for the summer? I'll pay you. I did some checking. There are qualifying tests for AP classes. With Karin's help, I think we could convince the school that she has changed and should be given a chance. Your job would be to get her to pass those qualifying exams." "Gloria, I'll be mastering Kim, and you seem to think I'll be doing it to Mom, too. How will I have time?" "Well, Kim and your mom should be mostly done by then. I mean they won't take so much of your attention. Besides, if it's your summer job, what else will you have to do?" "We couldn't do it the normal way. I couldn't have her around the house naked." "You'd have to. It's the only way that works," Gloria declared. "Well, it's early. We can talk some more. If it comes down to it, I'll gladly talk to your dad." "Mom will be the problem." "Bud, Bud. You're forgetting; she will be your slave. She will have nothing to say about it." "Three slaves?" Bud said, shaking his head. "Yeah, right!" Gloria scoffed. "Getting paid to have three naked women doing exactly what you tell them to do - what worse way can you imagine for a poor high school grad to spend his summer." The sarcasm fairly dripped from her. "Hey, you'd better get going. Tomorrow morning you get to do what Meghan asked you to do." After that, she had to guide him out the door. ------- It was a good thing Bud's classes were just fill-ins, with two of the three graded pass/fail. Of course, basketball practice was a challenge. He had probably never come so close to losing his starting spot as he did that afternoon. It was not the time he had spent with Meghan that was the problem. That, by itself would have been a tremendous energizer. The problem was Gloria's oblique comment about what would happen in the morning. Would he really be making love to the spectacular woman? Should he? Was it right?" It was not until he arrived at D-House early the next morning that he at least got the first answer. "Bud, I want to make love with you. I want you to do what you did to Meghan, just like she asked. There are two reasons. First, I really need it. Watching you two yesterday nearly put me out of my mind. Second, after we are done, the next lesson I have for you will be much easier." Well, here was this big, perfectly shaped, perfectly conditioned mature woman wanting him to make love to her. That alone would have made it a no-brainer. Beyond that, though, she had proved to be a brilliant psychologist and a very caring person. Of course, they did not do just what he and Meghan had done the day before. She was a different woman than Meghan, and their relationship was already much more intimate. What they did do was whatever Gloria wanted, and the result was two exhausted, sated people. When they were recovered and he was getting his outfit on, she told him "Slave Plum is here this morning. You may recognize her as a local TV personality. Obviously, discretion and anonymity are critical. She comes to be dominated and lightly abused about once every two weeks. Up until now, I have always been her mistress. She has never been completely naked, and she has never been shaved. Things have been escalating the last several sessions, though. "Here, put this in your ear before you pull that thing over your head. I will be directing you from just out of sight. We have about twenty minutes for a run through, but you will have to fake knowing what you are doing. You will take her beyond anything that I have done so far. I'm not worried about losing her as a customer because she has already been showing signs of discontent. "How will you get her to go along with being handed over to a different master?" "Wrong thinking, Bud. Once she comes through that door and I put the collar on her, whether she goes along or not means nothing. We will not be violating her contract. It was very open and non-specific. We will use a lot of punishment/reward on her." "And the reward will be?" "Your hands, Bud. Your hands. I know how well they can make a woman happy." "What does she look like? Is she married?" Bud asked. "Yes, she's married. Standard on-air babe build - almost anorexic. Lots of poise and presence. I think that's why she came here. She's tired of constantly performing." "So, this is training for taking over Kim, huh?" "And your..." "Yeah, yeah. I know." "I intend to take you beyond anything you have to do with them. That will make what you do with them easier," she explained. Bud did recognize the woman when she came through the door. He was standing just out of sight, waiting for Duchess' signal. "Slave Plum," Gloria intoned as she quickly snapped the collar on the woman's neck "I think you have become too used to my control. Today, I am turning you over to Master Hal. He will..." "Nooooo! Mistress, you can't! That's not what..." "Slave Plum, Master Hal already gets to give you five strokes. You have no right to say who controls you, nor how he controls you. You are a slave. Do not forget that or there will be many more strokes." Duchess motioned for Bud to come and take over the woman. Because she could not give him instructions until she was out of the woman's sight, they had rehearsed where to take her initially. The woman looked at him with wide eyes when he took the leash from Duchess. When she resisted his pull to lead her away, he barked at her "Slave Plum, that is five more strokes. How many can you stand and still sit down? Do not resist me or it will be a very long morning. At the next sign of rebellion, you will get a hood and a gag." He had no idea if those items were readily available, but he assumed so. "Will you obey from now on, Slave Plum? Remember to answer properly." "Y ... yes, Master." "Good. Remove all of your clothes." "But, I don't..." "Slave Plum, I will let that disobedience go, but only once. You will undress completely right away or get more strokes. Do you understand? Will you obey?" Through a sob, Plum stammered her acquiescence. Noticing that Duchess had placed a hood, a gag, and some cuffs near the punishment stand, Bud waited several seconds, and when Plum did not move to undress, he took the hood and put it over her head. Then, kneeling, he pulled down the warmup pants she wore, along with her panties. He had not gagged her, and she started to squeal in protest. "That is two more strokes, for twelve," he said sharply. With Duchess now coaching him, he untied Plum's shoes, then told her "Brace yourself with your hands on my head, then lift your left foot so I can remove your shoe." Shakily, she complied. With her shoes off, Bud next helped her work out of her puddled pants and panties. Still kneeling in front of her, he caught Duchess' instructions in his earpiece and ruffled her surprisingly full pubic bush with one hand. "This will have to come off, Slave Plum. Slaves do not hide their private parts from their masters or from anyone their master cares to display those privates to." Plum sucked in her breath and Bud could tell she was about to protest. "Can you stand more than twelve strokes, Slave Plum?" That caused her to close her mouth almost comically. "Now, I will rescind two of those strokes if you promptly finish undressing, do not try to cover yourself with your hands, and do exactly as you are told." He thought about offering to remove the hood, but decided to hold that as an unexpected reward. Before he had stopped speaking, she was almost frantically unzipping her warmup top. When it was off and tossed aside, she fumbled with the bra clasp, whimpering a little in frustration. When she was naked, Bud heard in his earpiece that she knew the positions, so he barked "Slave Plum, display position." She complied quickly. More softly, he told her "Back to ten strokes." He really wanted to just stare at the new naked body unveiled for him. However, her clothes were spread untidily around, so he gathered them together and was folding them when Duchess warned "Bud! Quickly! She can't keep her balance." Jumping up and grabbing her upper arms to steady her, as soon as he dared, he used one hand to loosen the clasps on the back of the hood and take it off of her. Again following Duchess' instructions, he told Plum "Slave Plum, I am going to lead you on a walk around the place. There are other people here. Do you want a hood like I am wearing, with eye holes?" "Yes, please, Master Hal." It was a short walk to a storage area where he found another hood and put it on her. The walk took about ten minutes and Plum seemed steady when they had covered the whole site. Back at the area that had been designated for Plum's session, Bud took off her hood and ordered "Slave Plum, punishment position." Apparently, the spankings were a main reason Plum came to D-House. Although Duchess had said Plum had never been completely naked before, she had worn a thong, so her bare skin had taken plenty of strokes. She had not gone beyond spankings with a paddle. Under Duchess' instructions, Bud did a good job of reddening Plum's ass very thoroughly, but not leaving her too tender for normal activity when her session ended. When it came time for the ointment, Duchess wisely told Bud to warn Plum not to object. His were the first male hands to spread the soothing lotion on her. "She is NOT to orgasm until later," Duchess instructed. By the time he had finished applying the ointment, including a few brief touches on her rosebud, he needed to warn her "Slave Plum, if you orgasm, you will earn twenty strokes. They will not be the rather gentle ones you just enjoyed. You will have to work standing up for at least a week." Sensing the question that he wanted to ask, Duchess told him through the earpiece "This is where we find out if you can really act like a dominant. You saw how having your hands on her ass affected her. Having you touch her pussy will be a much bigger step. Also, because she is married, having her crotch show up bare could cause a problem there. The next answer is 'Yes'. We are shaving her, regardless. I have been turning up the domination slowly on her during her previous visits, and this is a big leap, but I am convinced it is what she needs and wants." Bud very much wanted to talk with Plum to find out just what she was feeling. However, that might weaken his position as the assigned master, and Duchess apparently wanted the dominance cranked up significantly. Everything he needed to shave the woman had been laid out nearby, so using the leash, as he had done on their other wanderings, he led her over. "Slave Plum, I am now going to shave off your pubic hair," he declared, watching carefully for Plum's reaction. Not that he had really questioned Duchess' instincts, but if he ever had, her prescience was strongly verified at that moment. Plum flushed, her thighs pressed together, and she bent over briefly. Then, a very worried expression took over her face and she squeezed her thighs tightly and held them there. "This is great!" Duchess enthused in his ear. "She has to pee and the sexual thrill made it urgent. Lead her to the bathroom and stand right there with her while she goes. I'll coach you." Somehow, that kind of intrusion on privacy was something Bud had never considered. He had to keep from laughing, though, when he thought about it. It was nothing compared to what he was about to do. "Slave Plum, it appears that a bathroom visit is in order," he said as he firmly led Plum that way. In his ear, Duchess told him "I have stood and watched her go, so the big change is having a male there. This will be interesting." He needed to work on suppressing his body language. Knowing that Duchess could see everywhere in the place, he was still caught by surprise when she said "I can see you are feeling a little sympathy for her, Bud. Remember a couple of things; women are all experts at turning on heart-breaking expressions. More importantly, Plum is paying significant money to be dominated and humiliated. Do not disappoint her. The first time I made her pee in front of me, I turned on the shower. Thinking I couldn't hear her noise allowed her to release. I haven't done that since. Try to get by without it." For about the thousandth time, Bud mentally thanked Cassie. When he and his cousin first became intimate, he was amazed that she apparently had no shame. Later, he came to realize that it had nothing to do with shame. She just craved any kind of intimacy they could find in their too short times together. So, sharing the bathroom for normal bodily functions was, to Cassie, a welcome intimacy, rather than anything to be embarrassed about. Either Plum had reconciled herself to an audience while she urinated, or maybe a latent exhibitionist streak was coming out, or maybe the bladder pressure was just extreme enough to overcame anything else. She did hunch forward and look miserable as she hissed into the bowl, but there was no delay once she sat on the toilet. Since this part of the scenario had not been rehearsed, Bud was thinking about what to do next when Plum moaned out "Oh, no!" He reacted well enough to look at her sternly - well, his body position said stern, even though his face was covered. "M ... M ... Master Hal! You have to leave, I ... I ... I need to ... Oh! Please!" "Well, I'll be damned! She has to shit!" Duchess almost shouted in his earpiece. "This is a first. Kid! You're on your own. Show me what you've got. I'll help you with where things are, but other than that, it's your show. Oh, room spray is in the cabinet under the sink." It was impossible for Bud to avoid feeling a little angry at first. Along with his all-out admiration for Duchess, and strong affection, he also felt competitive towards her. That was what got him into action. "Slave Plum! How dare you ask your master to leave. You are very close to earning many more very hard strokes. Now, what is the problem?" "Master Hal, I have to ... I have to ... Ohhhhhh!" "Say it, Slave Plum. Tell me the problem, right now!" "Ohhhhhh ... I have to do ... I have to have a bowl movement," she was finally able to say. Moving as calmly as he could manage, Bud stepped to the cabinet, found the can of room spray, and set it on the edge of the counter where Plum could reach it. "Just go ahead and do your business, Slave Plum." "But ... but ... you can't ... you have to leave if..." "Slave Plum, that is twice you have not addressed me properly. Also, when I take my pet dog outside to shit, I do not leave to give him privacy. Why should I do that with my pet slave. Just go, and quickly!" He made his voice snap at the end. If Plum was paying for humiliation that she needed, she was going to get her money's worth that day. Tears of shame streaming down her cheeks, she could not help herself and filled the room with the sounds and smells of defecation. Almost frantically, she grabbed the room spray and squirted it liberally around. Bud thought there was a serious possibility she would stroke out when he stared at her while she reached for the toilet paper, then halted when she saw him looking at her. He opened his mouth to admonish her, but she almost hurriedly took care of wiping herself. He had never seen a person with a whole body blush like Plum sported right then. Thinking about the next assignment of shaving her pubic hair, Bud decided her wanted her clean and fresh for that, so he looked toward the shower. Noticing the very nice tub in the completely equipped bathroom, he changed his mind and turned on the water. "Great idea!" Duchess enthused in his ear. "Everything you need is in the second drawer if you decide to shave her right there. Plenty of towels in the tall cabinet. Just a hint - body lotion." So far, Bud's touching of Plum had been limited and for a specific reason. As he looked at the completely miserable woman still sitting hunched on the toilet he had an idea. Plum was paying for domination and humiliation, of course, but what would be the best way to keep her coming back? It seemed to him that if she left with some sexual thrill as well as the feelings of domination that she needed, she might be more eager to return. "OK, Slave Plum, get into the tub on your knees." She literally scampered from the toilet to the tub. She forgot to flush in her haste and upset. What could be more perfect. "Slave Plum!" he barked in what he hoped was a frightening voice, "do you expect your Master to flush down your shit?" From her jerk at his reprimand, Bud could sense that she was right on the edge of panic. That was good. She bolted from the tub, spraying water all over. Catching her in mid-stride, Bud barked "FREEZE!" She was so frightened that she literally went motionless part way through a step. It was the kind of thing only seen in rehearsed comedy sketches. He could sense that it was not at all funny to her. "I asked you a question, Slave Plum, and you did not answer. You left the tub where I had sent you without my ordering you to move. Are trying to earn more punishment, Slave? Slave! Answer me!" "N ... no, Master, I do not want any more p ... punishment." Good. Plum was showing signs of being out of control. "I will be lenient this time. Flush the toilet, then get into the tub on your knees and wash yourself thoroughly," he ordered. He had considered washing her himself, but decided to hold off the touching a bit longer. Again almost comically, she hurried back into the tub and started washing herself. "Slave Plum! I want to see what you are washing. Make sure the hand with the soap is always in my sight." Plum had started to modestly turn away before he stopped her. To emphasize her lack of privacy, Bud got on his knees beside the tub so he was at the level of most of her body. He saw her hesitate for a moment when it came time to wash her crotch, but she was either very afraid of more strokes or her exhibitionism was growing. She turned and did her best to expose her back door and her labia as she washed them. When she had finished washing herself, she knelt uncertainly in the tub, by now afraid to do anything without being ordered. Bud held out his hand, obviously to help her to her feet, then got her out of the tub, standing on a towel that he had placed on the floor. Without any instructions to her, he took another towel and began drying her, starting with her shoulders and backside. To dry her front side, he pressed his rigid, covered cock into her ass crack and reached around. She almost bolted, but he was ready and held her in place. He did not spend any extra time on her breasts, leaving that until the next step. He knelt right in front of her to dry her legs, then ordered her to spread her legs wide. She hesitated just a fraction before complying, and he did not admonish her. She hissed when he ran the towel through her crotch, but did not try to pull away. Duchess had mentioned that he was the first male other than her husband to touch her ass. Well, Bud intended to use her feelings of unfaithfulness to increase her humiliation. Even before shaving her, he was going to thoroughly touch every inch of her body. When he approached her with the bottle of body lotion in hand, her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth as if to protest. She leaned away from him just slightly, but not enough so she had to change her stance. Wondering about the reason, Bud was pleased with her increasing compliance. She stayed in the wide stance that he had ordered when he dried her. With the lotion, he again started on her back, kneeling down to be at eye level as he did her ass. The redness from her paddling seemed to have disappeared, and she did not flinch as he worked in the lotion with firm, squeezing strokes. After finishing her backside, he stood to do her arms, then got right in front of her. Spreading lotion generously on her upper chest, he very sensuously worked it into her breasts. He kept his attention on her breasts and nipples until he heard her breath catch and felt her quiver. Working his way down her body, he knelt with his face right in front of her crotch as he did her legs. "I certainly want to discuss why you are doing this," Duchess said in his ear, "but there is no doubt you are getting her blazing hot." An almost imperceptible nod was all he dared give in response. "Now, slave Plum. Make yourself a place for your pussy shave. Spread two more towels on the floor for you to lie on, then use one folded large towel to raise your crotch for easy access. When you have finished, lie down on you back with your bottom on the folded towel and spread your legs widely." Plum froze. Her mouth was open and she did not breathe. "Was there something you wanted to say, Slave Plum." Almost as if he had struck her, she jerked to awareness and and hurried toward the linens cabinet. He waited while she almost frantically arranged the towels, then laid down. Her legs were spread quite wide, but he used his foot to open her up even a bit more. Then he took his time collecting the shaving necessities. Glancing over once, he saw that she had her head back and her eyes closed. Her nipples looked like they were in a countdown to blast off, and her hips were squirming and writhing ever so slightly. "My God, Bud! I need to get you on the payroll. That poor woman will never make it through the shave without exploding. Just be careful that you don't nick her with the razor. I'll bet you will have to wipe her off before you can shave her!" Duchess knew her clients. Plum had a lot of sexual energy stored up. She made it through the scissoring step, but then Bud cheated. He leaned his knuckle against her throbbing little button as he made a show of examining the stubble that was left to shave. She overloaded and went off. That left Bud with a couple of decisions to make. To truly act the dominant, he should just pull back and wait for her tremors to subside. In other words, ignoring the orgasm as if it was a sneeze or a fart. That would result either in her climax being shortened or in her using her own fingers to keep it going. He did not want her involved in her own relief at that point. The best scenario would be for both of them to be able to pretend that it never happened. The problem was that he felt some sympathy and affection for the woman and wanted her to get some real pleasure. Having to decide quickly, he kept his knuckle against her clit as best he could as she thrashed around. Her own motion provided the stimulation and she shook and moaned for many seconds. The second decision was really not a decision at all. Any conversation with her would have diluted the master/slave relationship. When she quieted down, he wiped off her crotch and went ahead with the shave as if nothing untoward had happened. Regardless of the fact that she had come, Bud used all of the tricks that he had learned to get Plum aroused. Actually, it was all to keep her aroused. She was still lubricating quite heavily, causing him some problems when he tried to grasp her labia. It was all good, though, as the longer it took him, the more aroused Plum became. When her crotch was smooth and free of stubble, Bud was unnecessarily firm and thorough in his application of soothing lotion. Plum's breathing was ragged and she could not keep her hands still. Certain that nothing would keep her from another orgasm, he decided to push her. Keeping her legs spread widely, he sat cross-legged between them as close as he could manage and wrapped them around his waist. "Slave Plum, masturbate yourself to orgasm right now!" he snapped. Plum stiffened momentarily, but within a couple of seconds, her agitated hands were jammed into her crotch, right in front of his face. She came just as hard as the first time, but Bud was not done with her. "Now, Slave Plum, show me how smooth your bare pussy is. Use your fingers and gently stroke yourself all over your cunt." She jerked and stiffened again at the order, but using just one hand, she began to do as he ordered. he let her continue until he could see her arousal rising yet again. "Do you like the feel of MY new bare pussy, Slave Plum?" That produced a gasp from her, but he did not let up. "Do you think your husband will like how MY pussy looks with nothing hidden by hair?" He had no intention of punishing her for the resulting moan, and he was pleased to see her gentle exploration of her sex turn into a renewed assault. "Show me your clit, now, Slave Plum. Oh, it certainly looks swollen. I wonder if I put a stud through there if it would stay swollen all the time. Wouldn't that be a wonderful feeling rubbing against your panties all the time? Do you think it would make you come when you are working? What would your coworkers think if you had a big orgasm right in the middle of a meeting? Aha! That idea excites you, doesn't it?" "I wonder; do women have some of the same dreams as men? You know, the ones where you are at school or at a party and you're naked. You don't know how you got that way, and you can't find any clothes. Maybe you dream about it happening at work, just when lots of people can see you. With MY new bare pussy, maybe you will want to come to work bottomless. Maybe you will want to get right up on the table and cum for the whole meeting. Is that the kind of dream you have?" This time, Plum let out a screech as her legs tried to close around him while she writhed through the biggest orgasm yet. It was all he could manage to remain aloof and detached. With her swollen, inflamed genitals right in front of him and the overpowering aroma of aroused female filling his nostrils, he just barely remembered what he was supposed to be doing. After what she had gone through, there was no doubt that Plum needed another shower. Denying that, though, would be some good domination. When it looked like she was minimally able to stand, Bud ordered her to her feet. "Now, Slave Plum, we have to set up the grand unveiling of MY new bare pussy to your husband. Let's go up front to the boutique and see what we can find, shall we?" He could see that the thought of her husband had once again really affected her, as she gasped and her knees buckled just a bit. The boutique was just inside the front door and had a view of the parking area. Bud doubted that she would remember that the glass was tinted so no one could see in. When she shrank back as they approached the front, he quickly clipped the leash to her collar. She got the idea and did not try to resist. He decided that a bustier and patterned thigh high stockings were enough. When he had picked them out for her, he instructed her. "You are to send me a picture within three days. The picture will be of you dressed in just these items plus high heels. You will stand in front of a mirror so that your husband can be seen in the picture, holding the camera." Deciding that she had been pushed far enough for one morning, he let her find and don her clothes, led her to the entrance, took off her collar, and watched her leave. "Do you know who that was?" The question startled Bud, and he turned to see James, the bouncer/Master/custodian. "Yeah, I do. That was one horny woman." James roared with laughter and clapped Bud on the back. ------- Feeling suddenly wrung out, Bud headed for Gloria's office, not sure if she had more for him to do that morning. She very definitely had at least one more thing she wanted. She was standing just inside the door clad the way he had instructed Plum. She held a pose for just a moment before walking behind him and releasing the two clasps that allowed his codpiece garment to fall to the floor. She then laid on the floor on some towels that she had arranged the way he had instructed Plum. "You must have wanted to fuck her so badly that it about killed you," she said breathlessly. "Here's your reward for self-control." Kneeling between her legs, he was eager to enter her. This time, he just could not wait for foreplay. At the last second, though, he stopped and found the hooks on the front of her bustier. "Gloria, you look sexy as hell in this, but it really can't compare to your bare body." He had no intent to just flatter her, and she must have known that he spoke from his heart. Later, he would ponder her reaction as a graphic lesson on just how close to the surface the sexual insecurities of all women were. His heartfelt comment had struck a chord in her. For the moment, though, he had all he could do to ride the squealing, sobbing, writhing Amazon that was sucking him into herself by some magical means. As pent up as he had been all morning, he released very quickly, but Gloria was either unaware or too aroused to show any mercy. Using her legs and those magical internal muscles, she kept him plunging in and out until he was able to resume under his own power. She had her hand between them, rubbing her clit as soon as he came. When he was back in control of himself, he grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders in a position that Cassie had really liked. Gloria very much approved. With immediate ejaculation not a threat for a while, he was able to reach his arms around her legs and attack her nipples. She loudly approved of that, as well. Her cunt was very sloppy from his deposit, and his piston made noise as it drove in and back out. Remembering something else he had read about, he took a hand from her breast, ignoring the whimper of disappointment. He got his index finger between them and moistened it with the fluids from their joining. Then he began working his finger into her anus. It was Bud's third time with Gloria, and the first two had been wonderful. However, during those, she must have been thinking first of his education rather than just her own pleasure. This time, she clearly cared about nothing but the sheer pleasure of their union. At least twice, and possibly three times, Gloria came as Bud pounded her with cock and finger. The first time, she took him with her. It took as much willpower as anything he had ever done to keep going after that one. He was very tender, and he could hardly breathe. The only thing that mattered to him, though, was that Gloria needed more and he was still hard enough to keep thrusting. Some indeterminate time later, they were cuddled in the hot tub. "Bud, I learned something about myself in there." "What? That you're sexy as hell? I thought I told you that." That earned him a brief but torrid kiss. "Remember when you bet that I had never spent a moment of my life as a submissive?" she reminded him. "Well, you were right. But just now, I was pretty helpless. You were in total control, and I came as hard as I can ever remember." "I'm glad to hear that, Gloria. If it got any more intense, I might not survive the next time." "Oh, good! I was hoping there would be more times," she said around another kiss. "You can't imagine how badly I needed it right then," he confessed. "Well, the fact that it took about twenty seconds was a pretty good indication. God, Bud, I can't believe what you did with Plum. Why did you decide to make it so sexy?" "I hope I didn't misjudge," he began. "I know she came here because she needed not to have to be in control. Well, I just figured that if she associated giving up control with some strong sexual pleasure, she would be more likely to come back." "I wonder if she will send a picture," Gloria mused. "Usually, we try to keep what happens here separate from their regular lives, but it was a brilliant move." "Oh, good. Something I don't understand, Gloria, is why you don't at least have a man you see regularly." "It isn't because I'm a lesbian or because I don't want a man. I guess ... well, what I see of men here doesn't ... oh, I don't know how to say it. Besides, how many men can handle a woman my size? I mean, without me dominating them." "So, you need a big man who likes big women, but would never let anyone dominate him. Does that pretty well sum it up?" "Yeah, it does. Have you got a magic wand in your backpack, or something?" she said glumly. "Damn, Bud, are you trying to spoil my fantastic mood?" "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Gloria! I just don't understand why some man hasn't found you." "I appreciate your concern, Bud. I really do. Please, just love me like that some more. It will help keep my mind off of what I haven't found." They were both quiet for a while longer before she said "I think you should do a couple more women. Are you free the next couple of mornings?" "Sure, but ... aren't you taking a chance with some of your customers?" "Taking a chance?" she snorted. "My big problem will be when Plum asks for Master Hal and I have to tell her that you were just filling in. I'll have to lie and tell her you are visiting from out of town. Otherwise, she will want to go to where you work." "Oh, it couldn't be that bad?" he protested. "Honey, if you wanted her to have your baby, she would be off the pill the next day and her husband would be cut off," Gloria insisted. "I never intended..." "I know, I know. You were just being yourself in a strange situation. The problem, Bud, is that you genuinely like women. It comes through in the way you treat us. When you had Plum do herself with your face practically in her pussy, that was ... that was..." "Were you, uh... ?" "Damn right I was!" "Well, I enjoyed it, too. Remember how fast I came," he reminded her. "Tell me about tomorrow's slave. Or don't you know yet?" ------- Chapter 5 Bud was sitting on a secluded bench on campus, talking with Kevin Chapman. "I'm sorry, Bud," Kevin said sadly. "You know how I loved Kim, but she's ... she's hardly Kim any more." "I know, Kev," Bud agreed sadly. "I can't say I blame you, but I'm asking you to hold off giving up on her while I try something desperate." "Hold off for how long?" "I would say three months at the most," Bud told his friend and erstwhile future brother-in-law. Bud shared Kevin's anguish. When Kim had met and fallen in love with Kevin in her first year at the local university, their whole family was delighted. At the time, Kevin was a junior with top grades and a great future awaiting him in the family's business. Now, Kevin was approaching graduation, and he and Kim should have been looking forward to a wedding shortly afterwards. Valentine's Day, when Kevin had planned to give Kim a ring, he just could not do it. The negative behaviors from Kim, changes that had started after Christmas break, had forced him to hold off. Now, he was ready to break off all contact with her, and Bud could hardly blame him. "What do you think you can do?" Kevin asked, little hope in his voice. "OK, Kev, I'm just going to give it to you straight. I'm going to completely take over Kim and train her as a slave. I want to train her to be a proper wife for you." "A Slave? Why should I wait for that? I don't want that kind of relationship with my wife." "Well, that's something we really need to talk about. I have done a lot of research on submissiveness and gotten some expert advice. From what I have learned, both Mom and Kim definitely are. As we both know, they are wonderful loving, giving, loyal women. The problem is that Kim cannot be happy and successful without strong guidance. I think the same is true of Mom, but Dad has always furnished just enough to, uh, keep her on the rails, if you know what I mean." "Keep her on the rails, huh?" Kevin mused skeptically. "Well, I can certainly see that Kim has gone off the rails. Your mom, though, seems fine." "Kim's situation gets worse, though, Kev. Dawn is apparently a natural dominant. She and her crew are trying to take over Kim and make her Dawn's slave. The bad things that have happened to Kim have been orchestrated by Dawn. She wants to break down everything positive in Kim's life so she can take her over. That further validates Kim's submissiveness. Natural submissives are vulnerable to anyone who will provide the control they need." "I've tried to tell her to stay away from that bitch," Kevin snarled. "The part where it gets worse is that none of Dawn's gang have any training or experience in treating a submissive properly. That makes them pretty much just bullies with a pet," Bud explained. "I think they are just naturally mean and abusive," Kevin declared. "I couldn't argue with that," Bud agreed. "Of course, not being on campus, it has been hard for me to learn enough about Dawn and that crowd that seems to have snared Kim." "Bud, if you succeed with your slave project, maybe you can save your sister, but I'm not sure if I would want her for a wife again." "Well, that's a tough decision I have had to make. If I succeed and you don't want her, she will be no worse off than she is now. You don't want her now, and there is no hope that she is going to change for the better on her own. Kim may still lose the chance for happiness with you, but I believe I can keep her alive and healthy. I have to at least do that much, Kev." "You love her as much as I do - or did - don't you?" "That's what's been tearing me up," Bud sighed. "I guess you know what a great relationship we've always had. Instead of big sis, little bro, she always treated me like an equal. Actually, the last few years, she has seemed to look up to me. What I'm about to do could make her hate me, but if that's what it takes to save her from what I see happening, I'll live with it. "Think about this, Kev. You were deeply in love with the Kim from last year. What if proper training would give you that Kim with only a little firm control from you? It's not like you will have to be her master. Look at Mom and Dad. All of these years, just Dad's strong personality and Mom's desire to please him were enough." Kevin was thoughtful, but did not respond until he said "Uh, Bud, uh, when you say slave, I think of naked women with collars and leashes." "That's what I would have to do to Kim," Bud said firmly. "It's the only way to start." "But I also think of punishment and torture," Kevin added. "Yeah, there will have to be punishment, but there will be absolutely no torture. Kev, I have to break her down to build her up again. She has to learn that her life is not her own until she shows that she can manage it again. That includes her body, too. "Now, some masters only want the control. They really care little for their slave. That's where you find the abuse and torture. I love Kim, and I want the best possible life for her. I want her to have as much control of her own life as she can handle. Maybe that will increase with loving mastering, but in any case, I can't let her just drift through life vulnerable to any predator like Dawn who comes along." "How do you know all this stuff," Kevin demanded. "A few weeks ago, I finally admitted to myself that we have a huge problem. I did lots of research, and I even got advice from a professional dominatrix who happens to be a PhD Psychologist." Bud only had to bite his tongue a little at the gross understatement of his involvement with Gloria. "So, you're really going to make her be naked and wear a collar?" Kevin asked timidly. Bud nodded. Both men were silent, with Kevin deep in thought for a few minutes. Then, Bud asked him "I assume you two have been intimate, right?" Kevin nodded. "And I assume you were not her first, right?" "Why did you assume that?" "As pliant as she is, and as much dating as she did as soon as she was allowed to, I doubt she could have said 'no' to all of her dates." "Yeah, you're right." "Kev, this is pretty, uh, delicate to talk about, but I need to know. I'm going to assume that I can pull off a miracle and you will want her again. Training a slave involves some sexual contact." Bud stopped at that point to let the shock sink in. "God!" was all Kevin could say at first. "If you're about to ask if there isn't some other way, I can't count the number of very emotional pleas and threats our family has been through. The problem is that Kim wants to be good and please us and you, but she cannot resist when she is pulled in the wrong direction by those strong girls." "And becoming a slave is supposed to help that?" "Yes. A properly trained slave will never think of going against her master's will." After another pause, Bud asked the big question "What level of sexual contact between Kim and me would mean that you could not possibly reconcile with her?" Kevin was too stunned to speak, so Bud went on. "To me, intercourse is a step too far. Blowjobs and anal penetration are mostly used for humiliation, and I don't want to humiliate her that way. My hope is that someday a blowjob could express her love for you." Kevin let out a long groan, and Bud could certainly sympathize with him. Still, he poured it on even more. "A related question: would you be able and willing to supply sexual stimulation when she has earned it? Also, massage is a common reward for sticking to the very rigorous exercise program she will be on. Would you want to come and administer massages? "I guess what I am asking is if you want to participate in her training. If you do, it will have to be with the understanding that you fully intend to take her back." "I just can't promise that, Bud. What she has done just hurts too much. Yes, I believe she was drugged that last time, but there was too much before that." "I can certainly understand that. Look, let's talk occasionally. You can decide to get involved at any time if you like what you hear." "Wh ... when are you going to start?" "The first Thursday night after basketball ends. Her Friday and Monday classes are easiest to skip. That gives me four days to get her ready to go to class on Tuesday. That's way too soon, but part of the objective will be to get her to salvage her scholarship. I may ask for your help as an unseen lookout when she is on campus. Could you do that?" "Sure. I guess I can't just walk away completely." ------- Later that evening, Bud found Ed in the study and told him "I think I have to go ahead with Kim the last Friday of the basketball season. Our last game is actually on Tuesday. With no playoff chance, my time will be more free." "How did you come up with that date?" "Well, I wanted to have a whole weekend with no interruptions for me once I start. I figure I can put off her going to school until Tuesday because her Monday classes are easier to skip. "If I wait any longer than that, a couple of bad things could happen. Dawn could get to her, even though Kevin is keeping watch on her while she is on campus. Also, Kim could get farther behind on her studies." "So, that's when I'll have to get used to seeing my grown daughter naked with no body hair?" Ed asked with a resigned sigh. Bud nodded. "What we have to accomplish will take some extreme measures, Dad. Remember, if I don't do this to Kim, Dawn eventually will. That would be a disaster." "I know, I know," Ed sighed. "We've spent a lot of time talking about other options, and there just aren't any. That doesn't help me feel that it's right." "Think how I feel," Bud murmured. Then, deciding it made no sense to pull any punches, he asked "So, can you handle it when Kim plops in your lap, naked and in tears, and tries to break your neck with a hug. I'm sure it will happen fairly early. She's knows how badly she screwed up and how much it hurt you and Mom." "I guess all I can do is try to pretend she has clothes on," Ed said. "She has sat on my lap for lots of reasons in the past." "Better plan what to do with your hands," Bud cautioned. "God! How did you think of that?" "While I wanted to be sleeping," Bud explained. "The way my nights have gone recently, I've had time to think of a lot of things." "How the hell are we going to tell your mother about this?" Ed wondered aloud. "Remember, we want her involved as much as possible," Bud reminded him. "The problem is, I don't think she should know anything ahead of time. How about this; we tell her after I have taken over Kim. We have to do it together so she knows it is not just some wild idea of mine." Ed just slumped and shook his head. It seemed like every day something more unbelievable showed up. ------- Things were no less unbelievable for Bud when he showed up the next morning. Gloria was waiting for him, obviously anticipating sex. By this point, he could not even muster any guilt. When they had recovered and cleaned up, she told him "I've got a completely different type for you today. This woman is a society dame who likes some pain." "How old?" "Late fifties. Best body money can buy, though. Regal bearing. Snooty attitude," Gloria explained. "Aren't you afraid I'll drive off a good customer?" "Bud, people who need and can afford what I sell don't have many classy places like this where they can get it. The need seldom goes away. If someone provides a better service and steals a customer, I'll just have to improve so it doesn't happen again. Otherwise, my assumption is that they will keep coming back as long as they are around here." "Roger stopped coming," Bud pointed out. "If they stop because the need goes away, maybe it's because I did a good job. I have to feel good about that," Gloria insisted. "I'm still a psychologist at heart." She went on to describe what Slave Gem's sessions were usually like." "So, is there anything you want me to do differently?" he asked. "If you just do what James or I usually do, that's fine," she assured him. "I'm just interested in seeing if you come up with something off the wall like you did with Plum." "Hmmm. Can't guarantee that. So, she doesn't come for humiliation, huh?" "No, just the pain." "Her contract stipulate no degradation?" "We never put that into a contract, Bud. Hey, what are you thinking?" Now, Gloria was wondering if he really WAS going to lose her a customer. It turned out that Bud did not do anything outrageous. He did, however, adopt an extremely haughty attitude and did several little things that indicated his concern about the woman's cleanliness. She was very upset by his tactics. The result, though, was a combining of the anger and the pain from the lash to produce a spontaneous orgasm. That had only happened one or two times before with her. Gloria just stared at Bud and shook her head afterwards. She decided not to even enquire why he had used the tactic. For his part, Bud made it clear that he did not at all enjoy striking the women. Spanking was one thing, but a whip or lash was another whole matter. He did assure Gloria, though, that he understood that was a key part of her business, and that he would do what was necessary during his training. The next day, his assignment was a woman with an interesting shape. She had slender calves, rapidly expanding thighs, a jutting, firm ass, and a mildly protruding, fairly solid belly. Her breasts and shoulders were moderate sized. The client had an extreme exhibitionist streak, making it a constant chore for Gloria to satisfy the desire for exposure. After hearing the description of the client woman, Bud walked thoughtfully out to the front of the place. After a minute, he came back and told Gloria "I'll give her a chance for some real exhibitionism." "Should I be worried?" "James is moving the two vans for me. I'm having him meet the client in the lot with instructions." "Uh, what kind of instructions?" "Just wait and watch," he teased. D-House was surrounded by an eight-foot redwood fence, but not on the street side. There were two parking lot entrances at the lot corners, with a thick hedge between. For all practical purposes, the front of the building could only be seen from the road through the two entrances. James had parked one of the vans across the entrance least often used and had the other one parked near the open entrance. He was waiting beside it for the client, Slave Rose, to arrive. Gloria and Bud, who wore his master's outfit, watched from the front window as James intercepted Slave Rose as she turned off of the road. There was quite a long discussion as James talked to her through the car window. Then, she drove right to the middle of the lot, out against the hedge. Reluctance could almost be seen in the way her SUV moved. When she got out of the SUV, Slave Rose looked around frantically. Apparently convinced that she was not visible, she quickly shed her clothes, but put her shoes back on. Gloria was so engrossed in what was happening that she was surprised to see Bud approach Slave Rose, holding a collar and a leash. As he got her collared, she could be seen listening intently. Apparently understanding her instructions, Slave Rose began walking sedately toward the entrance, putting one foot in front of the other in a slow-paced runway strut. Bud walked as far to the side of her as the leash would permit, giving her the maximum exposure. When the pair entered the building, Slave Rose was actually quivering with arousal, her nipples like pebbles, and a veritable cloud of pheromones following her. "OK, you've got her so strung out she twangs," Gloria taunted. "Now what?" "I think I see some unacceptable pussy stubble," Bud whispered, unable to hold back a chuckle. An hour later, the stripes from her caning still showing faintly, Slave Rose did her strut in reverse. This time, no vans blocked the drives, but James had parked the vans to form at least a partial screen of her path from both sides. When she unlocked the car, Bud reached to grab her clothes. He doled out one item at a time, from the top down. While she was dressing, two vehicles passed on the street, but there was no angle for any occupant to see the exposed woman. Back in her office area after Slave Rose had driven off, Gloria just shook her head. "She got herself off twice? I can't believe it! We thought she was frigid." "Not hardly," Bud chuckled. "You've given me a major problem, Buddy!" Gloria complained. "I can't do that for her every time. It's just asking for trouble." "I'm sure you'll think of something to keep her horny," Bud declared. ------- Before he left for school, Gloria told Bud "Tomorrow will be Slave Lily. She is a real case. She's chubby, but still very sexy. She has a husband who absolutely adores her and apparently, they fuck like rabbits. The problem is that she doesn't think she deserves her good life because of her weight, so she comes here to be 'put in the place she deserves', as she puts it." "So, what do you want me to do with her?" he asked. "I wish I had some great ideas," she admitted. "It's always pretty standard stuff; put her on the X-frame and use a crop or a cane; put her in the stocks and play sounds of young boys behind her; nipple clamps, butt plug; ball gag." "How about taking pictures," he offered. "Nude pictures, of course; some porn quality. The problem is, if she gets to see them, maybe it will change her low opinion of her looks. Then you would lose a client." "If that happened, I would be happy for her," Gloria said firmly. "I cannot build a business on perpetuating people's problems. I don't understand how taking pictures of her would fit with the domination and humiliation she comes here for." "If she thinks she is that unattractive, just having her picture taken could be terrifying. The thought of who might see the pictures would be even worse," Bud suggested. Eyes wide, Gloria exclaimed "There you go again! Who is supposed to be the PhD Psychologist here, anyway? Excellent observation." "Do you know anything about the husband, Gloria? Does he know that Lily comes here?" "Funny you should ask, Bud. Believe it or not, Andy, the husband, sets up her visits. He will do anything for her - literally. That's what is so weird about the whole thing. Of course, in this place, everything is weird, but even so..." "Does Andy know what happens to her here? I assume she is always naked, right? Is she shaved?" "I let her keep a 'landing strip' of pubic hair. She wanted more hair to disguise a little fold under her belly, but I refused. Her lips are bare. I'm not sure just how much Andy knows about what happens to her here." "OK, let's assume he is not a factor, then. How many people could you muster to use cameras or video recorders while Lily is here?" "Uh, Bud, just what do you have in mind?" "God! Here I am messing with your business when I should just be thanking you for the training. Forget I mentioned anything," he told her. "Like Hell! You've got my curiosity up. Come on, spill it!" "OK. I just thought if we..." ------- Slave Lily's session had been pushed back to the evening. Not notified of the change, Bud still arrived at D-House at six am. Much to his surprise, he was greeted by Roger. "Bud, I just stopped by to assure you that I am fine with you shaving Karin." "Sh ... sh ... shaving Karin?" was the best reaction that Bud could muster. "Yep. Gloria has set up quite an event for Slave Lily this evening. Karin and I are going to be helping, but we will be slaves. That means bare pubes." "But, Roger, she's ... I mean, how can you... ?" "Remember how you saw me here, Bud. Believe me, it took some very fast talking to convince Karin to do this. Then, I had to convince her how valuable the practice would be for you." "You ... you convinced her?" "I know that may seem strange to you," Roger answered. "Don't get the idea Karin is prudish or anything. It's just that she did not fully realize the level of commitment this article will require." "But why will it require something like me shaving her?" "Gloria and I agree that Karin needs to be almost beyond being shocked before she can do the best job researching this article. Bud, I am so thrilled that she has found a way to stretch herself, to reach out for something new." Bud mulled that over for a moment before warning Roger "Um, the women I shaved, they, well..." "They came. They orgasmed," Roger finished for him. "I would be amazed if Karin did not. I hope she does." Roger chuckled as Bud shook his head, then continued. "Two mornings ago, your first visit here, my wife and I had the most incredible sex ever. I credit that to her opening up just a little more, discarding one more thing that she thought was wrong or indecent or immoral. When you shave her, she will have discarded even more limits. I can't wait until we get home after tonight's event. "In case you are still worried, Bud, I am begging you to get her off, more than once if you can. I would rather you not enter her, but if you need to use your mouth, go for it. I doubt you will have to. Considering that she is more than a little in love with you, she..." "SHE'S WHAT?!" "Oh, don't be surprised. It is my theory that all of the best educators fall in love with some of their students. If that's what helps them do a good job and they keep it in control, what is the harm? No, I am not worried about you 'stealing' Karin from me. All her feelings for you can do is make her even more passionate. Lucky me. I'm leaving now. Karin will be right out. Ring her bells for me." Karin had been with Gloria while the men talked. It was probably good that Bud was still in a daze when Karin came out from Gloria's office to the hot tub area. Karin was naked, and clearly needed Gloria's assistance to be able to walk. He recovered first. "I'll bet you're wondering if this article is really worth it, aren't you?" he teased. Karin was able to crack a small smile before complaining "But this ... this is for tonight, not the article." Gloria made a small growling noise, and Karin looked at her sheepishly. "I know, I know. It's for loosening me up so I can handle all of this craziness more analytically. But how can I be analytical when he's handling my ... my pussy?" "You can't. You shouldn't even try," Gloria chided. "Just enjoy the feelings and remember, Roger is more than just OK with it." Gloria had Bud strip and had them all sit in the tub for four or five minutes before having Karin dry off and lie on some towels, much as Meghan had done. Immediately, Bud told Karin "Since you're not a slave like the others, we can talk while I work. Ever had your pussy shaved before?" "Just, uh, um..." Karin stammered. "For God's sake, Karin. Just say it," Gloria ordered. "If he's going to be touching it, you can sure talk to him about it." "Just the lips," Karin managed to say firmly. "I kept a patch of hair above." "Would that be OK for tonight?" Bud asked Gloria. "Nope. Bare as an eight-year-old," Gloria said firmly. "Hon, you need to feel the exposure." That made Karin shiver, and Bud took advantage, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between them to keep them apart. Her bottom was already elevated by the folded towel. When he used a wet washcloth to soak the area, she flinched and hissed. When Karin gave Gloria a questioning look, Gloria laughed and proclaimed "It may have been a while, but I've seen, touched, and licked all of that, and I've seen you come. I wouldn't miss this for anything." "Gloria, I don't think I can c ... OH, SHIT!" Bud had started spreading the thick shaving cream around, and was making very sure that not the smallest spot was missed. Karin kept the hair over her lips quite short, so Bud had not needed to use the scissors first. At the same time, Gloria had knelt and had begun teasing both of Karin's rigid nipples. "Hmmmm. I don't think this is going to be a typical shave, Karin," Bud observed. "Did Roger tell you that he's paying me fifty bucks for every time I can make you come. Gloria is keeping score." That was fiction, of course, but it had exactly the desired effect of giving Karin's arousal level an instant boost. "Tell me, Karin; when you were little, did you run around naked so your daddy and your brothers could see you?" Bud did not know if she had any brothers, but he took the chance. Her gasp and shiver told him that she had indeed cavorted for the males in her family. "I heard somewhere that all little girls are natural exhibitionists," he went on. "I'll bet you couldn't argue with that, huh? Say, what did you call this back then?" He patted her pussy area. "Was it your 'cunny', your 'coochy', your 'kitty', or what?" "C ... c ... coochy," Karin managed to stammer between ragged breaths. He had already shaved above her slit, and was working on her labia. As Gloria had instructed, he exaggerated the manipulation he had to do. "Karin, after you grew some hair, did you still show off your coochy for your daddy and brothers? How about boy cousins? Neighbor boys? Did you show them all how you were growing up? Did you let them see your cute little titties? Did they get to feel them?" A screech from Karin ended his teasing little dialogue until she finished jerking and quivering from her climax. "Wow! This is the best money-making scheme I've ever come across. Fifty bucks and going on a hundred!" Bud chortled, while Gloria just shook her head and Karin was too busy trying to catch her breath to react. By grossly stretching out the process, Bud was able to get one more come for Karin before he finished and applied lotion. He kept up the sexy patter, as well. "Tell me; when you have an appointment with a hunky football player, do you ever take off your panties? Do you sit so the stud can see your grown-up coochy up your skirt?" Putting the lotion down, he stared at her obviously engorged pussy for a moment, then dove in. Karin let out a shriek of surprise at the first touch of his tongue. It took him a little over five minutes, but it was worth it because the result exceeded the strength of the first two combined. She made no effort to fight off the inevitable. Bud and Gloria helped Karin into the hot tub, and Gloria noticed what looked like some regret on her friend's face. "Karin, you stop that! You know damned well that Roger would be delighted with what just happened. He wanted to be here to watch, but I nixed that." "Uh, I made up the part about fifty bucks," Bud admitted. "Gloria's right though. Nothing happened that he did not expect or would have been upset about." Without saying a word, Karin reached over and began stroking Bud's cock, which had been hard since Roger told him what was going to happen. After a quick look at Gloria, he put his head back and let himself come. While Karin still had ahold of him, Gloria told her "Thanks for taking the edge off, Hon. As soon as I can get him up again, Bud is going to fuck my lights out. This will help. Oh, you're more than welcome to watch." Karin did watch - and more. She started by reciprocating on Gloria's nipples. After Bud brought Gloria off twice with his mouth and moved up to enter her, Karin got her hand between them to work Gloria's clit while Bud stroked in and out. Twenty minutes later, with Bud weary and Gloria glowing, they were all in the hot tub again. "Two men besides Roger and Bud will see your sexy bare pussy tonight, Slave Karin. Do you feel better about that, now?" "Witch!" was Karin's only answer, but a grin belied the fierceness of her exclamation. ------- Bud came directly from basketball practice later that afternoon and discovered how much preparation was required. Three flood lights on rolling stands had been rented, along with a large backdrop frame and three different backdrops. A queen bed, love seat, vanity and night stand were assembled in front of the backdrop, along with some decorative pieces. A surprise was the arrival of Slave Plum, followed by James carrying two TV quality video cameras. Duchess made Plum undress immediately and don a hood. Roger was to run one of the video cameras, along with Slave Plum, Duchess explained. Karin and Roger were already naked and wearing hoods when Plum arrived. To Bud, Karin said "I could not miss the chance to watch this experiment. When Gloria asked us to help, I was all for it until she said we had to be slaves. It didn't seem to bother Roger, though, and he talked me into it." Just before Slave Lily arrived, Slave Pet and Slave Pup showed up, both hooded and Pup with his ever-present cock ring. Their job was to move cords and light stands. Bud had donned his master's outfit as soon as he walked in. Gloria told him "Since this is your idea, you direct. You get to set up all the poses and move all of the cameras around. I want you to meet Slave Lily at the door." "Then, let's have everyone right there. We might as well get every moment of her visit recorded," Bud instructed. "Um, do we want to worry about other naked bodies showing up in the shots?" "Not a problem," Gloria assured him. "Except for carefully selected scenes, Slave Lily will have to come here to look at any shots or clips." "Is it OK if we make some of the shots pretty, um, glamour, or cheesecake? That might make the point better than just the rack and the whippings," Bud suggested. "That's why the backdrops and the furniture." The first twenty minutes of action with Slave Lily probably would not serve the purpose of convincing her of her sex appeal. She was so overwhelmed she could hardly move, and she was certainly not able to manage any serene or erotic expressions. At first, Karin tried to make sure that she was not in the view of any shots. Gloria went master on her friend, however, and made sure that she featured in the background frequently. With two TV cameras and two stills, a lot of images were generated in the ninety minutes that Slave Lily was there. Suffice it to say that every square inch of Lily's body was shot numerous times. As much as possible, Bud tried to start with poses and situations that were the most humiliating. Lily was quite reluctant to be photographed, so that presented opportunities for punishment. After what must have been a grueling and rather painful hour, Bud finished by making Lily bring herself off twice for the cameras. After what Lily must have considered that ultimate humiliation, the rest of the settings were much more like glamour or cheesecake than porn. As it turned out, all of the others, except for Pet and Pup, had suggestions for poses. They were careful to tell Bud about them as a slave might. The sexual glow from Lily's orgasms was apparent for the rest of her time. ------- When everyone else had gone, Gloria, Bud, Karin, and Roger sat and enjoyed a cold drink following a short soak. "Don't know why I never thought of this," Gloria groused. "With some of the exhibitionist clients I have, I should have been taking video and pictures all along." "How about this for a wild idea," Bud offered. "Get set up with a website. "You could feed live video right to the site. That should really get your exhibitionists off." "I couldn't just show that on the web, could I?" "If it was a membership site, you could. You could post the times when clients would be shown. With good lights and cameras, it would not be like the typical webcam stuff. It could look quite professional," Bud advised. "And I thought I had a horny imagination when I was younger," Roger chuckled. "Oh, you did, you did!" Karin exclaimed to laughter. "It's hard to believe any client would want to display themselves like that," Gloria stated. "Gloria!" Bud admonished. "I'll bet I could get Slave Rose to come just by telling her about the opportunity. She would not even want to wear a mask." "Sounds like an interesting story," Roger commented. "Oh, it was," Karin assured her husband, and proceeded to tell about Slave Rose's parking lot strut. "Bud, my friend," Roger said, clapping him on the shoulder, "I don't know what you plan to study in college, but you might consider making a career of something like Gloria is doing." His chuckle showed that he was being complimentary, rather than serious. "Now, I am going to take my newly shaven wife out to that bed in the middle of the place and see how responsive that bare pussy is. You are both welcome to watch," Roger declared. "Of course, I have a feeling you might be otherwise occupied." "Oh, darn!" Bud exclaimed. "The TV cameras are gone. Would stills be OK?" Karin's shriek of protest was only amplified when Roger threw her over his shoulder. When the aroused couple moved away, Bud was surprised to see a wistful, almost tearful look on Gloria's face. He decided that was a time when words were not the best response. The response he did choose changed Gloria's mood very quickly. Bud made a mental note to have a camera and lights available for when he took over Kim. ------- Chapter 6 The timing of Bud's plan for enslaving Kim was excellent. Unfortunately, events conspired to make him move sooner than the plan. The Friday before his planned intervention, Kevin caught Bud on the phone just before Bud arrived at the high school for his afternoon classes. "Bud, there are rumors buzzing around campus about a party the Tri-Zeds are having tonight. It's supposed to be a BDSM theme. After our talk, I had a girl I know in some of Dawn's classes keep an eye on her. My friend says that Dawn and her gang have been talking about some slaves they will be taking to the party as bondage subjects. I've got a sick feeling about this." "You were right to call, Kev. Thank you. Do you know where Kim is right now?" "Well, you know her schedule, and I assume she will be in her two mid-day Friday classes," Kevin answered. Shuddering to think what might have happened if he had missed Kevin's call, Bud asked him "Is there any way you can keep track of Kim until I get there?" "Sure, Bud. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. The Tri-Zeds and some of the other houses have really messed up some girls' lives. Call me when you get to campus." Hesitating only a moment, Bud called his dad and told him what Kevin had said. "It may be nothing, Dad, but at the worst, we could lose any last chance to getting Kim back with Kevin." "No question, Son. I have Kevin's cell number, and I'll be on campus in about twenty-five minutes. Do we need additional help?" "Well, as far as we know, Dawn and her friends are the only real threat to Kim. If you could use some police pull to find out where Dawn is supposed to be this afternoon, it would be a good backup move." "Still sure you don't want to be a cop, Bud? You're right on. I'm bringing a friend to put on the bitch's ass, too. She owes me." "Seems like everyone in the department owes you, Dad." "Say, Bud, what about your classes? What about the game tonight?" "Hopefully, we will just pick up Kim from her second class and bring her home. You know those courses are just fill ins so I can play ball, so no one is worried. The rule is that if I miss Friday classes, I can't play. Worst case, I miss the next to the last game of my career. Dad, it's Kim we're talking about, here." Forty-five minutes later, Ed, Bud, and Kevin met outside the classroom where Kim was supposed to be. Before father or son could say anything, Kevin told them "She's not in there. I checked. It's a small section, and I could check everyone." "Where's your friend, Dad?" Bud asked, forcing down the panic he could feel threatening him. "She goes by Lexi. I sent her to Dawn's sorority. I have Dawn's Friday schedule here, too. How shall we split up?" A little surprised that his dad was giving him tactical control, Bud didn't waste any time. "Kevin, can you stay here and make sure Kim doesn't come out, then go to her last class?" "I'll be glad to." "Dad, do you know what Dawn looks like?" "Whew! I met her briefly just once. I couldn't depend on recognizing her." "OK. Pick a place between Dawn's next scheduled class and her house. You act as the control point. Lexi will be calling you, right?" "Yes." "Then Kevin and I will coordinate with you, too. I'm heading for Dawn's class. I'll never forget her face. I'll walk with you, Dad. See you later, Kevin, and thanks." "Seems like he's not ready to completely give up on her," Ed mused when they were out of earshot of Kevin." "As in love as they were, it's understandable. Dad, this is getting scary." "It's a long time until that party starts. There's no reason to believe that Dawn would feel the need to be secretive or evasive. Also, we still don't know if there is a real threat to Kim." "Maybe not, but when Kevin called, I felt an actual chill," Bud said. "Well, we've got a good plan to either find her or at least keep her away from trouble," Ed assured him, hiding his own concern behind his professional mask. Five minutes after classes broke, Bud heard from his dad. "Kevin called and said that Dawn just dropped Kim off at her next class. How do you want to handle it? Do we wait to see if there is a real problem?" "Dad, she cut the other class, probably talking to Dawn. Whether it has anything to do with a bad party or not, she HAS TO be kept away from those girls. Kim is going to be just as upset when I enslave her, whether we catch her red-handed or not. I say we take her home and her training starts then." "All right. Let's meet by Kim's class. I'll get Lexi to drive my car to the precinct, and I'll drive Kim's car home. You take Kim with you," Ed instructed. Ed and Bud both thanked Kevin warmly. Bud asked him "Do you want Kim to know that you were involved today?" With a sigh, Kevin answered "I just don't know, Bud. I can't just shut off how I feel about her, but..." "Kev, if you decide to stay and let her see you here, I think you had better agree to be involved in her training. Like I said before, that means you are committed to reconciling." Shaking his head, Kevin reluctantly told them "I just can't. I'm sorry." "No need to feel sorry, Son," Ed assured Kevin. "Kim is the one who messed up. You're a good man." As Kevin walked away, Ed asked "Does this mean we have really lost him?" "We can't say that, yet," Bud objected. "Just imagine this Dad. When I think she is ready, we invite Kevin over. Kim is waiting for him, naked, kneeling in the classic slave position, head..." "You're really going to do that to your sister?" "We've already had this discussion, Dad. I'm not enough of an expert to deviate from what has proven successful. Anyway, imagine a far sexier looking Kim meeting Kevin like that and pouring out her heart to him. Imagine her pledging eternal faithfulness and obedience to him. Will Kevin walk away?" "God, Bud! I'm glad you are committed to this. I couldn't do it." To make sure they did not miss an exit from the building, both of them stood across from the only door to Kim's classroom. Lexi had come by to meet Bud and get Ed's car keys. They were ready to leave campus. They had not discussed how to approach Kim, but Bud took the initiative. Walking up to her as she came through the door, he demanded "Where are you supposed to meet Dawn?" "B ... B ... Bud! What's ... Dad? Is something wrong? Is Mom OK?" "Mom's fine. Where are you supposed to meet Dawn? Which direction?" Kim's lip started to quiver in a sign that Bud had long known showed confusion and uncertainty. "Kim, you are coming with us. You are not going with Dawn." "But, I ... How did... ?" "Kim! Answer my question. Where are you supposed to meet Dawn?" Kim still didn't answer. "OK, Dad. Let's just go, one on each of her arms. If we meet Dawn, well, that's just too bad." They each took one of her arms and tried to move off. When Kim resisted, they turned and headed in the other direction, meeting no resistance. "Give me your phone, Kim," Bud ordered when they left the building. Again, Kim was silent and unresponsive, so Ed just grabbed her purse and pulled out the phone. It was just in time because it started ringing immediately. Ed handed it to Bud. Recognizing Dawn's last name on the caller ID, Bud answered the call and started talking. "Listen closely, Dawn. As of right now, you are out of Kim's life for good. You have cost her too much already. What you had planned for her tonight will not happen. Oh, since our father is a police Lieutenant, you can bet there will be vice officers all over that place tonight. Warn your partners in crime, if you feel you should. Do you understand?" A sort of a snarl was all he heard as the connection was cut off. Making sure that Kim saw him do it, Bud put the phone in his own pocket. "Dad, because I skipped classes today, I am supposed to be disqualified from playing tonight. Would you call Coach and see how it stands?" "I'll do one better. I'll stop and talk to him." Ed walked his children to Bud's car, then took Kim's keys and got directions to where hers was parked. Pointing out the location of her car was the extent of Kim's conversation to that point. Once they were on the road, Bud said as gently as he could "Kimmy, if there is anything you want to say, do it now, before we get home." "Wha ... wha ... what's going on, Bud? Why did you take me away?" Kim was finally able to ask. "Where were you going with Dawn tonight?" "I don't know. Just some party," Kim was able to say without stammering. Deciding that is was OK to exaggerate the certainty of what they suspected, Bud told her "Dawn and the other bitches were planning to take you and probably some other girls to a BDSM themed party at the Tri-Zed house." "Yeah, I've been to some parties with them before," Kim retorted, then wished that she had not said it. "Uh, huh. Three of those parties the cops busted. Did you know that Dad has used up all of his 'freebies' with the other cops. If you get busted again, he can't help you, and it will kill him." That shut Kim up for a while. "You weren't just going to the party, Kim. You were to be a subject of the party." "Wh ... what do you mean?" "You know what BDSM stands for, right - Bondage, Discipline, Sado-Masochism. Well, at best they would have had you in bondage on some kind of rack or something. You certainly wouldn't have all of your clothes on - probably none of them. It would have been humiliating, at least, and it might have been very painful" "They wouldn't humiliate me! They wouldn't hurt me!" "Why do you think they keep you around," he said sharply. "Dawn, in particular, is a naturally dominant bully. A person like that needs a submissive. That's what you are." "I am?" "Oh, come on, Kimmy. You must have done some self-evaluation. I'll bet you've taken personality tests." Her sniffles told him that she had, indeed, and that the results did not please her. "Sis, you know I love you dearly, and I know you love me and Mom and Dad. You would never do the things you have done in the last couple of months if you could resist. The problem is, you can't resist. That does not make you a bad person, just a victim of a truly bad person. "Just look what has happened this semester, Kimmy. Besides getting busted three times, you are in danger of losing your scholarship because your grades are slipping, aren't they?" She nodded miserably, head down. "That gang has convinced you that they are more important to you than Kevin, and he has given up. You've lost a wonderful man who could have been your husband by summer." He knew that was a cruel blow, and she disintegrated in tears. "Tell me, Kimmy; why would Kevin want you with your hair and makeup the way it is. Why would he want you when you have let yourself go so you hardly fit in your clothes? Why would he want you when you when you have let other guys put their cocks in the pussy that you had promised to him only?" "NOOOOOOOOO!" Kim screamed, hurting Bud's ears with her volume. This was not the way he had planned to justify her enslavement, but the opportunity was perfect. It certainly was having an effect. "I didn't mean ... I never wanted ... Oh, Bud!" Tears took over again. Just then, they got to the house, and Kim tried to hurry to the bathroom. Sensing a perfect opportunity, Bud took her arm and held her. Then, he almost dragged her toward the stairs to his area. As he passed the startled Julie, he said quietly "Just ignore whatever happens." When they reached the basement, she tried to pull away toward the bathroom, crying "Please, Bud! I really have to go!" Taking her by both upper arms, he spoke right to her face. "Listen carefully, Kimmy. Starting right now, you are my Slave Kim. I am in complete control of you. You will obey me instantly, or I will paddle your bare bottom. The bad things that you have been pulled into are done." Seeing that she was in a legitimate bladder crisis, he led her into the bathroom, then, causing her to shriek, he pulled down her slacks and panties and sat her on the toilet seat. While she was still stunned, he yanked off everything below her waist. She had on a buttoned blouse, and while she tried to cover herself, he gave a pull and ripped it open. Seeing the front closure on her bra, he had it open and off of her before she really knew what was happening. She was huddled on the toilet, not having gone yet, covering herself as best she could. He sat on the edge of the tub facing her. About to tell her again about the slavery, he could see that her panic over having to go, coupled with the shock of being stripped made it doubtful that she would hear anything he said. He could not get through to her in her current state. There was no doubt that she had to go badly. The reason that she had not yet released must be embarrassment over him hearing her go. That could be solved by him stepping out of the room, but that would be granting a degree of privacy that would undermine his mastery. He remembered what Gloria had said about the first time Slave Plum had to go in front of her and felt he could afford a small act of mercy. He faced away from her and turned on the shower full blast. If he was right, it was the embarrassment of him hearing her urine stream that was holding her back, and the noise of the shower water would cover her sound. Such feelings of embarrassment could not be tolerated in a slave, but that challenge would best be handled later, not in the initial time of stress. His assumption turned out to be correct. The look of relief on her face when he turned back to face her was classic. He purposely took unnecessarily long to face away from her again and turn off the shower, and he heard her quickly wipe, but remain sitting on the toilet. A more miserable, frightened young woman would be difficult to imagine. Bud realized that there was little he could tell or show her in that condition. What had to be taken care of, though, was the hiding of her body. That, and her understanding and acceptance of his mastery. He started in a very even, sincere voice. "Maybe you didn't hear me clearly before, Slave Kim, so I will say it again. You have proven that you cannot run your life by yourself. You cannot resist the bad people that try to use you. Starting now, you are my slave, and I am your master. I will be in complete control of your from now on. "There are many, many things you need to learn about being my slave, but we need to address two of them right now. The first important thing is how you speak to me, your master. "Whenever you address me, it will be as 'Master Bud', unless I tell you otherwise. You will not speak unless I give you permission. The one exception is that you may ask "Master Bud, may I speak?'. When you answer me, it will be 'Yes, Master Bud'. If you do not follow these rules, you will be spanked on your bare ass with a special paddle. Do you understand?" Kim just nodded miserably. "THAT IS NOT A PROPER ANSWER! You just earned one stroke of the paddle on your naked ass. Let's try again. Do you understand?" "Y ... yes, Master ... Bud," Kim stammered. "The second important thing for right now is this, Slave Kim; as my slave, your body no longer belongs to you, but to me. Slaves have no privacy and no modesty. When you have earned it, I may choose to grant you some small amounts of modesty and privacy. From now on, you will only wear clothes when I decide it is necessary. I want all of the parts of Kim that belong to me available whenever I care to look at them, or whenever I choose to let someone else look at them. Do you understand me? Remember, say 'Yes, Master Bud' so I don't have to give you more strokes." Almost choking on her tears, Kim stammered "Y ... y ... yes, M ... Master Bud." "Good Slave. Now, sit up straight, drop your arms to your side, and stop trying to hide the parts of my slave's body from me." She froze. Shaking his head in a dramatic show of sadness, he told her "That is another punishment stroke, Slave Kim. Do it now, or I will have to add still another." Virtually shaking with the effort of overcoming her embarrassment, Kim finally complied. He could have added any number of additional strokes, but chose not to. "Slave Kim, listen to me very closely. Life as my slave can be very simple. All you have to do is do exactly what I tell you and do it immediately. You do not have to decide if it is right or wrong to do. If I order it, that makes it right for you. Do not even try to decide if you want to do it. As my slave, only what I want matters. Do not worry about what anyone else might think. Only what your master thinks matters to you. "Being my slave will not be all punishment, either. There will be rewards for obedience and for achieving goals that I set for you. This master loves his slave very much. He wants her to have a happy and fulfilling life. Your life before I made you my slave was heading for disaster and heartache. You could not have been happy and fulfilled that way. "Unfortunately, you have already earned two punishment strokes, and I cannot withdraw those punishments. If you carefully follow my instructions promptly and answer me correctly, there need not be any more punishments. Remember, I love you and want you to be happy. Are you ready to be an obedient, happy slave?" She said it very quietly and not as quickly as he would later require, but she did say "Yes, Master Bud". "Now, to make sure that you understand about always addressing me as 'Master Bud' and that your body belongs to me to do whatever I want with it, you are going to take a shower. You are going to wash every part, just as you normally would. I am going to watch. If I think that you are trying to hide anything from me, you will receive more punishment strokes. Do you understand, Slave Kim?" "Yes, M ... M ... Master B ... Bud." "Are you ready to wash every part of you so I can see you do it? Your breasts, your pussy, your asshole, everything? Are you ready to do that, Slave Kim?" She could not hold back a sob as she barely go out the 'Yes, Master Bud'. He let it go. He turned on the shower again, then turned back toward her with his hand extended. It was clear that she was to take his hand and be led to the shower. She froze again, but before issuing his warning, he took her hand and pulled. As she came erect, her other hand reflexively moved to cover her breasts. "MY BREASTS!" he shouted. "Don't cover them. That's stroke number three!" The shower made quite a bit of noise, but he was able to shout over it. He only had to do that a few times. He did not assign any more punishment. Holding the shower door open so he could see her allowed some water to escape onto the rug, but only a little. The towels were right in a drawer of the compact bathroom. He had one in his hand as he reached in to turn off the water and pull her out. Making a quick decision, he began drying her himself, causing her to gasp. When she automatically pulled away from his first touch, he imposed a fourth stroke. After that, she still quivered, but managed to hold still enough to avoid more penalties. When he had finished toweling her, he was once again glad that he had prepared ahead. He had a bottle of her body lotion in the drawer. When he pulled it out, she did not seem particularly upset until he got down on his left knee in front of her and told her "Put your hand on my head to steady yourself, then put your left foot right here." He patted his raised knee. She froze again, but he thought she had enough strokes coming for a first time. He did not want her bottom so sore that it affected the activities he had planned for her. He said "Slave?" sharply, then patted his leg again, and she seemed to decide that obedience was not optional. The exposure of her crotch was obviously what was troubling her. He scrupulously avoided looking at it as he applied lotion from her ankle to her knee. His strokes were as sensual as he could make them. Only when he switched legs did he stare directly at her pussy. Next, he knelt beside her and did an upper leg. As he had with the lower legs, he encircled her thigh as much as possible and moved the flesh around quite forcefully as he worked in the lotion. His upward motion brought his hand barely into contact with her labia. That brought a gasp. After both legs were done, he knelt behind her and did a thorough job on her bottom. After that he stood and did her arms, shoulders, and back, all from behind her. He could feel her nervousness as she wondered if or how he would do her breasts. He started her front from behind by doing her upper chest and the front of her shoulders. Then, without ceremony, he took a glob in each hand, started on top of both breasts, and worked the lotion in with a circular motion all over the mounds. His motions were firm, but far from painful. Her knees buckling caught him by surprise, and he ended up with his hands on the undersides of her breasts, holding her back against himself to keep her from falling. Unable to resist, he planted a small kiss on one side of her neck, and waited until he thought she could again support herself. It went without saying that he was as hard as a rock. Part of his plan had been to wear a supporter to help disguise his excitement as much as possible. Obviously, the whole thing was happening on the spur of the moment, so she would probably notice his excitement at some point. So far, as he worked Kim's legs, arms, and back, he had encountered some evidence of the twelve to fifteen extra pounds she carried on her rather slight five-foot-four-inch frame. But the least flattering accumulation of adipose tissue was waiting for him. Again keeping both hands in synch, he started under her arms, worked down to her hips, then over her belly. As he worked, he moved the loose flesh around quite aggressively. For his final step, he worked the front of her hips, making sure to tickle the edges of her pubic hair. He had spent almost fifteen minutes. It seemed too bad to have to spoil the tender mood that seemed to have developed, but realistically, there was nowhere he could take things from there. For the benefit of her indoctrination, she had to learn about punishment soon. With perhaps a shocking lack of ceremony, he led her from the bathroom right to a couch and told her "Alright, Slave Kim. You are about to learn what strokes with the paddle feel like. This will help you decide to obey your Master immediately in the future. If you obey perfectly, these could be the only strokes you ever receive. However, I may feel it necessary to refresh your memory of the pain occasionally. I will show you the punishment position." He bent her over the couch with her hands on the seat cushion. He moved her feet so they were spread about two feet apart, and were quite close to the couch. This thrust her ass out and up, presenting an obvious target for the paddle. "There is a punishment ritual that we will follow, Slave Kim. After each stroke, you will count out the stroke number and say 'Thank you, Master Bud'. If you fail to do either of those things correctly, we will start all over with the first stroke. When the strokes have finished, you will remain in position until I release you. Do you understand?" By this time, Kim was in a place that she could not comprehend. The shock with which her world had turned upside down was too much for her psyche. As she had done many times before, she had tried to tell Dawn that she was not going to the party with them. She still did not know how it happened, but she ended up agreeing to go. She did not want to go, she knew it would upset her family, she was frightened of what might happen, but she still could not resist. Then, her father and brother met her outside her classroom when she was supposed to meet Dawn. For the first time, there was a direct contest between Dawn and her family. She knew her family blamed Dawn for all of the bad things that had happened to her, and in her heart, she knew they were right. They had tried to keep her from associating with Dawn and her crowd, but though she had promised not to, she could not help herself. Her father and brother had given her no chance to make a choice. In the car, her beloved brother had come across so stern and accusing. The things he said were things she knew to be true, things she had nightmares about. When he had told her she had lost Kevin, it was like a knife to her heart. For months, she had worried that Kevin might be upset with her. Dawn's gang of girls, however, kept telling her it didn't matter. They said she would be better off not getting tied to a man, yet. They belittled Kevin. Somehow, they had dulled her fear of losing her love. The stab of anguish when Bud told her she had lost Kevin had a very specific physical impact. Suddenly, her bladder was badly distressed. When Bud kept her from racing to the powder room, she could not believe he had done that. All the way down the stairs, she was in pain from the pressure and in panic from fear of peeing her pants. Bud was talking sternly to her, telling her she was now a slave, but the only thing that really registered was the bladder pressure. The shame she had felt when he had put her on the toilet and stripped off her clothes had nearly short-circuited her system. Their family was modest. Even accidental nudity was rare. Suddenly, the brother she adored had taken her clothes off and was looking at her as she sat naked on the toilet, desperately having to pee. Having to stand naked and exposed before him, and having to wash thoroughly with him watching were not as hard as they might have been. That was simply because she had triggered that defense mechanism that allows humans to somehow continue functioning when the unimaginable has happened. When he started to towel her down, the old rules of proper sibling interaction kicked in and brought her out of her trance. Then, the unbelievable lotion rubdown triggered feelings and emotions that she just could not describe. That is, until his sensuous mauling of her breasts and the almost agonizing rubbing across her nipples. There was no mystery about those feelings. Once again things had changed as he started manhandling the fat around her middle. Strangely enough, though, it did not turn her off, but created a feeling of intimacy that kept her pulse up. Finally, as he lotioned her lower belly right to her pubic hair, a ticklish response caused her to bend forward a little. As she did, her ass pressed backwards against him, and she was sure she felt a large erection. With the violent cycling of emotions, she could not generate any terror as he prepared to spank her, following his instructions almost like a robot. She was ashamed, though. Her body did not look good, and Master Bud should not have to look at such an ugly body. She loved Master Bud deeply, and she always had. Maybe she loved him more than she loved Kevin. Kevin. Had she driven him away? Surely she should be punished for doing that. When the first blow landed, the pain was definitely enough to bring her mind back in play. She could remember that she was supposed to do something after each blow - oh, that was it. "One. Thank you, Master Bud..." After the fourth stroke, all of them quite restrained, he warned her not to move. He had brought a tube of salve and a long towel before the first stroke, and he gently applied the salve to the wounded area. Next, he helped her stand, put the towel on the couch, and got her to lie face down on the towel. Sitting on the floor close to her face, he told her "Slave Kim, you may talk freely now until I tell you otherwise. Ask any questions you have or make any comments you want." "Are you still Master Bud, or are you just Bud again?" Kim blurted out right away. "From now on, I will always be Master Bud. I love you just as much as when I was just Bud. I hope someday you have a new master who loves you even more." Her face was toward him and she just stared for the better part of a minute. Bud was the one who broke and kissed her gently. With that, she let loose with great, wrenching sobs. Throwing her arm around his neck, she pulled his face against hers. The sobbing went on for a long time. When it started to subside, she turned on her side, facing him. Able to reach him with both hands, she pulled his face to her and administered a torrid lover's kiss, tongue and all. "Slave Kim loves Master Bud very, very much," she said when the kiss finally ended. Bud considered telling her about the hair removal during the 'free talk' period, but decided he needed the full weight of Master authority for that. Instead, he prompted "Did you have any other questions?" "Will you really tell me what to do about everything?" "Yes. I am taking complete control of your life." "Good. I was doing a terrible job. Instead of a slave, I think I feel kind of free. Isn't that weird?" "It's good that you realize the truth about yourself and know what you need," he assured her. "Is there any chance for me with Kevin?" Somehow, he knew that would come. "I honestly don't know," he admitted. "You know how much I like and admire Kevin. I told him I would do everything in my power to change you so he would want you again." "Kevin knows about this?" "Yes, he does." "ALL about this?" "If you mean does he know you are naked, yes." "Do Mom and Dad know?" "You know I respect them so much that I tell them everything," Bud stated. "However, I have only told Dad so far. This happened earlier than I had planned." "Th ... this was all planned?" He decided not to go into any more detail and just nodded. "Will Mom & Dad see me like this?" "Yes. When I am sure I can trust you, you will move about the house quite normally." "What can't you trust me about?" she showed some irritation for the first time. "Oh." "I am going to delay that first call from Dawn as long as I can to help you be truly ready for it." After a thoughtful pause, Kim asked "Will Mom be alright with me living naked around Dad?" "It doesn't matter. She will have to live with it," he declared. "When?" "Sunday noon." "Why not dinner tonight?" she asked. "You are not prepared yet. If you want to know what preparation I mean, we will have to end the 'free talk' session." She looked hard at him, as if trying to read his mind, then asked "Why doesn't Dad do this with Mom?" "Do you think she needs it?" "I'm just like Mom. We have both been going downhill. Neither of us can stop it by ourselves," Kim said almost angrily. "It is our parents' marriage. I cannot make them do anything about it." Out of left field came her next question. "How can my dumpy body get you hard?" After a moment to recover from the shock and surprise, he retorted "You aren't really wondering. You are just trying to unbalance me." "But Dora's body is like a model, and ... OH, MY GOD! Did Dora know you were planning to do this with me?" "Yes, she knew, and before you ask, yes, that is why we broke up," he told her. "Oh, Bud, I feel horrible! I not only fucked up my love life, I screwed up yours, too." Her tears certainly were not fake. "No, Kim, that's not true. If Dora did not understand family love enough to accept what I had to do, I could never build the kind of family I want with her. She could never be THE ONE." He waited until her crying subsided before declaring "Slave Kim, the time for talking freely is over for now. Your Master greatly enjoyed the talk and hopes there can be many more of them. If the talk times do not cause your behavior as Slave Kim to suffer, the times will be frequent." "Permission to speak, Master Bud?" Now, that was significant. "Go ahead Slave Kim." "Slave Kim considers the talk times so wonderfully precious that she will never do anything to endanger them." "That's good, Slave Kim. Now, you are no doubt wondering what preparations are necessary before Mom and Dad see you. There are certain accepted rituals for Master/Slave relationships. In addition to the punishment position, there are two other positions for you to learn. "Before we do that, however, Master Bud is going to take a number of pictures of his slave as she was when he became her master. He watched carefully for her reaction, and he was not surprised at the shock and dismay. Deciding to try to prevent more spankings, he told her "Master Bud hates causing his beloved slave any pain. However, Slave Kim must be made to understand that absolute, instant obedience is required. My orders do not have to make sense to Slave Kim. Now, when I tell you to pose for a picture, will you do it quickly and willingly, or should I spank you right now to remind you what it feels like? There will be pictures of your bare bottom. Do you want it to look red?" Kim's lip quivered. Bud was pretty sure it was because of the shame of having her body photographed the way it looked. He waited her out, and just before he would have punished her, she said "Yes, Master Bud. I will obey." He had her stay where she was while he set up a couple of aux lights against a bare section of neutral colored wall. She was not able to keep her eyes dry as he took dozens of very revealing shots. After finding the collar he had stored away and putting it on her, he used the pictures to teach her the first position and the two display positions. She already knew the punishment position. In each of those positions, he took many shots. After the standard positions, he made her pose in ways that would look good when she was slimmed and toned, but generally looked sad in her current shape. He did not tell her how many poses would have to be repeated after her hair was removed. Bud was waiting for sounds indicating that Ed had returned. At that point, he wanted them both to tell his mother what was happening with Kim. Hearing nothing yet, he decided to go ahead with the next very difficult step. After the pictures, he had Kim kneeling in the first position. He told her "Slave Kim, we are now going to remove all of the hair from your body; the hair on your head, and the hair on your pussy." He expected a reaction to that, and he certainly got it. Her head popped up with a look of shock on her face. "It is usual for slaves to have a shaved pubis because it has significant symbolism. Because a slave has no privacy, her most private part should not be hidden or private any longer. In addition, because the slave's body is the property of her master, he is entitled to unobstructed view of the most sexually stimulating parts." "But..." "Slave Kim!" he barked. "Do not risk more punishment strokes." "P ... Permission to speak, Master Bud?" "Granted." "Not just Master Bud, but Dad will be able to see ... to see..." "It is the master's privilege to share his most prized possessions with those he regards as worthy." He was making up the smooth sounding words with amazing ease. He had another idea. "Does it not excite Slave Kim to think of her father seeing her bare labia and clitoral hood?" He got the gasp and the flush he expected. "Does not every daughter wish to sexually impress a good and loving father?" Kim just gaped. "Slave Kim, I asked a question. Would it not excite you to have Dad see your bare pussy all of the time?" "Yes, Master Bud. It would excite your slave. Why..." He interrupted her quickly with "You only had permission to answer the question, Slave Kim." "Permission to speak, Master Bud?" "Granted." "Why the hair on my head?" "That is not usual, but it makes sense in your case. Your lovely, long hair was a source of family pride and enjoyment for your whole life. Mom, spent much time with you on your hair. When you let those bitches talk you into cutting it and changing the color, you showed rejection of Mom and the family. "I know the hair dresser tried to soften the butch look, but there wasn't much to work with. By cutting it all off, we will discard the work of Dawn and the bitches and begin growing a new source of family pride." Kim began crying hysterically. Then she grabbed at the short hair as much as she could, undoubtedly causing pain. When she began shrieking "CUT IT OFF! RIGHT NOW!" over and over, Bud did not even think of handing out punishment for breaking communication rules. He had only managed to procure a dog clipper, but with the finest cut blade, he was sure it would do the job. He had her kneel over a towel to catch the hair, and within ten minutes, there was just a short, dark, fairly uniform stubble. Since the objective was to grow it back, there was no point in shaving it smooth. "Permission to speak, Master Bud?" "Go ahead." "May I look in the mirror?" "Certainly." When Kim returned from the bathroom, she looked a bit shaken, but also determined. Kim could probably have shaved her pussy much more quickly that Bud did, but that was not the point. That was true of any woman, but it made no difference. Gloria had thoroughly convinced him of the important symbolism of his doing the shaving. He was very grateful for all of the practice Gloria had provided. Doing his own sister still made him very nervous, but the actions involved were no longer so strange. Perhaps the unbelievable nature of what was happening to her dulled Kim's arousal a bit. Even though he tried all of the things he had done with other women, she did not go off during the shave. When he finally rubbed on some soothing lotion, though, Kim was extremely worked up. "Slave Kim, you have been exceptionally obedient and compliant, and you deserve a reward. Since I own and control your body, I decide when you can have an orgasm. You may give yourself an orgasm now." That was an aspect of slavery that Kim had obviously not thought about. She was shocked and immediately embarrassed. To emphasize that he was not going away, Bud crossed his arms dramatically and stared fixedly at her bare pussy. He hoped he had built up a need great enough to get her past her embarrassment. Bud had totally misjudged what he saw on Kim's face. Far from embarrassment, it was the shock of being about to fulfill a fantasy. Of course, it was only one of a number of fantasies involving Bud, but it was one of the earliest she had experienced. Along with being very submissive, Kim had an exhibitionist streak. Some of her earliest self-induced orgasms had been enhanced by her fantasies of her little brother watching her rub herself. At the time, Bud was years from his own puberty, but who said fantasies had to be rational. Fantasy or none, Kim felt the normal female fear of looking too eager, but that only lasted a moment. Fixedly staring at Bud's eyes, she jammed both hands into her crotch. One hand substituted fingers for a cock, while the other began pummeling her clit. As Bud was to learn, Kim had a quick trigger. It fit with the submissiveness and exhibitionism. Everything about her emotions was right at the surface and highly responsive. She needed a master to shelter her emotions as much as anything. Bud realized what she was looking at when her eyes drifted to his own crotch. At that point, he did not want to do anything to dampen her arousal. She had raised and spread her knees, but when she saw his bulge moving with his pulse, her legs shot straight out and her body began thrashing. Letting her pant for a bit, Bud continued his arms-crossed stance. When he seemed to have Kim's attention, he told her "Slave Kim, I do not believe that orgasm, while very nice, was sufficient to relieve the tension from this afternoons. Is your clitoris too sensitive for you to resume masturbating?" At first just gaping in disbelief, Kim was able to answer "No, Master Bud," before he had to threaten punishment. "Good. Give yourself another orgasm, hopefully, a more powerful one." Keeping from laughing at the eagerness with which Kim resumed pummeling her crotch was a test for Bud, but he managed. During the several minutes it took her to achieve a very strong climax, Bud heard noises upstairs that indicated Ed's return. Fortunately, there was little that could have distracted Kim at that point. Once again, he waited for Kim to recover, this time taking even longer. When she looked at him with eyes that seemed clear and attentive, he kissed her gently before telling her "Slave Kim, I assume there is no risk of you running off while I go upstairs and tell our parents what is happening. I don't need to restrain you, do I?" "Oh, no, Master Bud! There is no where I want to be but right here!" "Good. I may be a half hour or more. While I am gone, you are free to do what you want, except that you may not dress." When he came up the stairs, Bud found his dad first, with his mother working at the kitchen counter. Ed told his son "I assumed that you would need to stay with Kim all evening. Coach is logging your absence from school and the game as due to illness." "Thanks for thinking of that, Dad. Mom, Dad and I have some things we have to ex..." This was simply not a good day for carefully thought out plans. Kim came charging noisily up the stairs shouting "Master Bud! Master Bud! It's Dawn! It's Dawn!" When he had gotten out the clippers, Bud had noticed the extra bulge of Kim's phone in his pocket and laid it on the bar in the family room. Not intending to be disobedient, Kim had just plain panicked. The source of all of her current problems was after her again. The new source of her strength, her beloved new master, was out of the room. Without him, she was helpless. She had to get to him. As Kim burst through the door into the kitchen, Bud grabbed the phone, put his finger firmly over the mic hole, and pushed the answer button. Holding it out to Kim he said sternly "Slave Kim, talk to bitch Dawn the way I would want you to. I'm putting you on speaker phone." Such was Kim's state of distress, anger, and even hope, that nothing mattered but a chance to free herself from Dawn. Her unexpected, unexplained first exposure to her parents hardly even registered. Master Bud was there, so everything would be all right. Because he was there, she could say 'no' to Dawn. She never could before. She put the phone to her face and in an icy voice said "This is Kim." "Where can I pick you up for the party?" Dawn asked sweetly. "Weren't you listening to my Master, Dawn. He told you I would not be going to your party. I will not go anywhere with you ever again." "But, Kim, Sweetie! We've become such good friends," Dawn protested in an ingratiating voice. Kim began shouting in a way none of her family had heard. "Listen here, you bitch! Friends don't set up friends to get busted for drinking! Friends don't give friends date rape drugs so their asshole buddies can fuck them! Friends don't let friends blimp out and look like some grubby dyke! Friends don't try to break up friends up from their lovers! You don't know a damned thing about being a friend! You're just a user! You want to make me your slave! Well, guess what, you stupid cunt! I am a slave! I've got a wonderful, loving master who will kick your store-bought ass into next week if you come anywhere near me again!" While Kim was lambasting her tormentor, Bud turn to look at his parents. Fortunately, Ed had wrapped his wife in his arms, both to support her and to keep her quiet. Kim was in plain sight of her mother, and the shock must have almost put her into a faint. Of course, Dawn could not just take Kim's blast and go quietly away. As she started her own tirade, Bud motioned his parents toward the living room and mouthed 'wait'. Ed seemed happy to get his wife away from the disturbing scene. When it did not seem like Dawn would ever stop screaming on her own, Bud took the phone from Kim and disconnected. Then, he wrapped her in a hug and gave her an unbrotherly kiss. Breaking the embrace, he told her "Slave Kim, do not say anything about what I have done to you, such as shaving your pubes. Some people believe that I will be mastering Mom at some point. I don't want her to know everything about what to expect." That was the perfect way to get Kim over the upset of the call. She smirked as she said "Yes, Master Bud." "Good. We are going in the living room. Get a towel from the powder room and kneel on it in the first position, facing Mom and Dad. We'll wing it from there." As they entered the living room, Bud was wondering if it was possible for a person to hold their breath so long they damaged themselves. Julie certainly looked in danger of that. Her catatonia was so bad that she had to take in a huge gulp of air when Kim had finally knelt in position on the floor. "Mom," Bud began, "I'm sorry that you had to go through this kind of shock. It was not supposed to happen this way. First of all, I planned to make Kim my slave next Friday, after basketball was done. An emergency came up and we had to react quickly. When I came upstairs just now, Dad and I were planning to explain it. Slave Kim panicked when Dawn called and I had left her phone downstairs. I'm glad she did what she did. It shows you that we made the right move." Looking at Ed, Julie accused "You knew all about this and you didn't tell me?" Very calmly, Ed told her "Bud has spent an incredible amount of time on this plan, and he has had some expert help. Things have only firmed up in the last few days. Like Bud said, we had planned to tell you before anything happened." "Mom, before you start asking why Kim is naked and why her pussy is shaved bare," Bud said, to Julie's gasp at the word 'pussy', "there are two women who have helped us a great deal. I will get them out here as soon as possible to talk with you and with Kim. Let them explain Kim's exposure." To Kim, Bud said "Slave Kim, do you believe it was the right move for me to enslave you?" "Oh, yes, Master Bud." "Please tell your mother why you believe that. You may address your mother as you always have." "Begging your pardon, Master Bud, but I can't speak to anyone like I always have. I am a slave, now. I need to be a slave now. Mom, Master Bud saved my life. I could not stop myself from being sucked in by Dawn. She wanted to make me her slave, but she only wanted to destroy me. Master Bud loves me. He wants the best for me. I ... I can't do it alone." "Why did you cut off your hair?" Julie blurted out. "My beautiful long hair was always something you and I were both proud of," Kim answered with a catch in her voice. She went on to repeat Bud's explanation to her mother almost verbatim. "Mom, we will need your help to find a wig for Kim to wear to school. She needs to go to class next..." Bud was cut off by Kim. "Master Bud, permission to speak, PLEASE!" Startled at the interruption and inclined to rebuke her, Bud looked in her eyes and had to give in. "What did you want to say, Slave Kim?" "I don't want a wig. I want everyone to see how I disgraced myself. I want to tell everyone who asks that I am starting over." Julie was silent after that outburst from Kim. Finally, she found another question to ask. "Why did you have to act today, Bud? Won't you miss your basketball game because you missed school?" "Master Bud, permission to answer?" "Go ahead, Slave Kim." "Dawn wanted to take me to a BDSM theme party. She wanted to put me naked on some kind of torture rack as a party decoration. Someone may even have done something painful to me." Bud and Ed knew that what Kim had said was only suspicion, but the impact on Julie was perfect. "How ... how did you find out about this, Bud?" "Kevin has been keeping an eye on Kim. He heard a rumor about the party and guessed what Dawn had planned." "Kevin? Is he still ... are you two still... ?" Julie addressed that to Kim, but Bud answered. "We don't know, Mom. As of right now, they have broken up. Kevin still cares, though. If I do a good enough job as a master, maybe Kevin will want Kim back." Kim could not prevent sniffles at that Julie just sagged back in the chair, staring at her daughter. It looked like someone had let the air out of her. "Slave Kim, I don't think Mom is in any shape to fix dinner. Please help her. I have a call to make," Bud said as he walked from the room. ------- "Hello, Karin. Well, didn't some famous person say something about the best-laid plans of mice and men? That certainly applies to the Haller house today." Bud gave a quick rundown of everything that had happened. "I know it's an imposition, but is there any chance you could come right out and talk to Kim and Mom? I didn't try to explain the nudity or the bare pussy to Mom. Maybe you should get your first interview with Kim, too." "Bud, you did the right thing to call. Both Gloria and I need to get out there. Anything else we had planned just took second place. Hopefully, we will be there within the hour. How about if we pick up food enough for everyone?" After telling the women that food was coming, Bud said "Slave Kim, why don't you and Mom talk until our guests arrive. Just remember what I told you not to talk about." Once in the study, both men breathed a sigh of relief. Ed spoke first. "I once thought you were absolutely crazy, Bud. Even today, I was not sure we were doing the right thing. Your instincts were right on. Kim looks like the easiest enslavement ever." "She sure does. Dad, she has always known how badly she was screwing up. She just couldn't fight Dawn." "Well, she's been a slave what - an hour or two? She sure fought off Dawn this time." Both men were silent for a while, then Ed asked "What do you think this will do to our plans for your mom?" "I'm going to let the experts decide that," Bud demurred. "Right now, I probably shouldn't make a decision of any kind. There is still the big problem of all the Lewis family if I do it to Mom." "I can imagine. Say, you're probably going to want to go to school with Kim every time right?" "Like we talked before, Dad, we can't take a chance." "Well, Lexi can go with her to Tuesday afternoon class so you won't miss school. You should play your last game. Say, how much of your time do you think your slave or slaves will take up this summer?" "I don't see why Kim should be a slave much after school ends. She will have lost her weight by then. My summer should be mostly open. Why do you ask?" "I still think you should do a basketball camp. I'll bet you could play college ball." "I don't see how, without a four inch growth spurt. That's not going to happen," Bud declared. They chatted lazily until they heard Karin and Gloria arrive. ------- Meeting the two women while so exposed seemed harder on Kim than the exposure to Bud or Ed. As they ate the Chinese food the women had brought, she was very quiet. As everyone was getting up from the table, Karin pulled Bud aside and asked him "How should we handle the interviews?" "I thought you would have that all planned out. Hmmm. Maybe you should do it cop style." "Cop style?" "Yeah. Different people asking the same questions over and over, looking for any discrepancies," Bud explained. "Well, we're not exactly looking for evidence here," Karin pointed out. "It might be good to be talking to both of them right away, though, and it shouldn't be together. I think we'll go with that. I'll take Kim because she may remember me." "Sounds like a plan." Bud had no idea what a curse that statement was. He forgot that that Friday, any Haller plan seemed doomed. Bud would have liked to hear both conversations, but was quite sure he would hear the important parts later. He and Ed started cleaning up while Karin took Kim downstairs and Gloria followed Julie to the master suite. The men had barely finished cleaning up and gone to the study when they heard Gloria going down to the lower level, followed by multiple people coming up the stairs. As they heard steps going to the master suite, Kim came into the study. "Master Bud, I have a message from Gloria and Karin." "Go ahead, Slave Kim." "They said you are going to have to master Mom right away. She is sobbing her eyes out in there. She keeps saying everything is falling apart for her and she can't fix it herself. Everyone is helping me, but no one is helping her." ------- Chapter 7 Bud and Ed just looked at each other for a moment, shaking their heads. Bud said "Slave Kim, go and tell the women to come and talk to us as soon as they decide what should be done." It was at least fifteen minutes before Gloria came into the study. "Bud, just put the collar on her and take her downstairs. Do about what you did with Kim. Ed, I think right now it would be best if you just stay out of sight. She will feel enough shock and guilt being taken over by Bud. If you are around, she might just break down. We did not guess how far into depression she had already gone." "We didn't either," Bud assured her. "What about Kim? Should she be down there with us, or not until later." "Later, definitely," Gloria said. "You need time to establish the relationship between you and Slave Julie without interference." "It's not a relationship," Bud declared. "It's her doing what I tell her to, period." "That's the spirit, but we both know that's bullshit, in reality. We're talking about your mother and sister here. Love absolutely intrudes. Trust me. I know." "Do you have another collar?" "Just use Kim's. Kim doesn't even need the symbolism. Karin will have Julie in the kitchen in a few minutes. Wait there for them." Bud had little time to think what he was going to say to his mother. His rational mind told him that he should just say exactly what he had said to his sister. The other side of his brain insisted that there was nothing rational about the entire situation. Rationality could not obliterate the years of mother/son interaction. Gloria was right; love absolutely intrudes. Then, the time for thinking about what to do was past and the time for doing was at hand. It was immediately apparent to Bud that his biggest challenge was going to be ignoring the sympathy that wanted to well up in him. Julie looked about as miserable as a person could look. Karin pulled him aside briefly and told him "We have not explained much of anything to her. We will be here as long as necessary to talk to her later. Whatever you did to 'induct' Kim worked perfectly. Do the same with your mother. Oh, here is the collar from Kim." With those words and a rather surprising kiss, Karin put her hand on his ass and pushed him gently toward his mother. For the next couple of minutes, Bud was overwhelmed by a sense of deja vu. Putting the collar on his mother, taking her arm and leading her down the stairs, even her complaining that she had to use the bathroom, all were eerily familiar. The deja vu feeling ended when he was about to declare that she was now his slave. He just had not thought about what he would call her. 'Slave Kim' was obvious and easy. Somehow, 'Slave Mom' failed to convey any authority. However, neither he nor Kim had ever used their parents' first names. His little snort was audible. Why was he even wondering about this? She was 'Slave Julie', of course. If he started thinking about their eighteen years as mother and son, he could never pull this off. It was probably the world's weirdest variation of tough love, but it was what he had to do. It was not a verbatim repetition of what he had said to Kim a few hours earlier, but it was close. "Listen carefully, Mom. Starting right now, you are my Slave Julie. I am in complete control of you. You will obey me instantly, or I will paddle your bare bottom. The deterioration of things in your life stops right now. I will not allow it to continue. You WILL once more be the beautiful, vivacious, sexy wife that Dad cannot keep his hands off of." It appeared that the Lewis women had a straight connection from their emotions to their bladders. Julie was squeezing her thighs together just like Kim had done. Well, taking advantage of that had worked very well with Kim. Taking her arm again and leading her into the bathroom, he ordered "Slave Julie, remove your clothes quickly and pee before you wet your pants." When she was standing in front of the toilet, he barked "Slave Julie, take off your pants and panties immediately, or you will earn two strokes from the paddle on your bare bottom!" Obviously, Julie realized that she would be living naked once Bud declared her 'Slave Julie'. Although she did not seem completely aware of what was happening, she knew enough not to resist getting undressed, and she quickly shed all of her clothes before sitting on the toilet. Later, Gloria would laughingly suggest that Julie was anxious for the chance to strip for her son. Seeing Kim naked and almost reveling in it may have triggered Julie's exhibitionist tendencies, even enough to overcome concern about her excess flesh. At the time, Bud thought it had more to do with her confusion and discouragement. She seemed to feel that she deserved whatever happened to her. Whatever the reasons, it looked like Julie was going to be completely obedient. Bud had to decide if or how he could find any justification for spanking her. As he stood in front of her trying to look stern, she let her urine go, and he had his reason to assign strokes. Unbelievably, she shook noticeably as her long stream hissed out. She panted for a few seconds before she could control herself enough to take some paper and wipe when she had finished. "Slave Julie, stand up and face me." Still a little shaky, Julie did as he ordered. He could see how she was fighting to keep from covering herself, but she seemed to understand that covering up was not acceptable. "There are many, many things you need to learn about being my slave, but we need to address two of them right now. The first important thing is how you speak to me, your master. "Whenever you address me, it will be as 'Master Bud', unless I tell you otherwise. You will not speak unless I give you permission. The one exception is that you may ask "Master Bud, may I speak?'. When you answer me, it will be 'Yes, Master Bud'. If you do not follow these rules, you will be spanked on your bare ass with a special paddle. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master Bud." Though spoken softly, Her answer showed no hesitation. "Now, Slave Julie, listen to me very carefully. Life as my slave can be very simple. All you have to do is do exactly what I tell you and do it immediately. You do not have to decide if it is right or wrong to do. If I order it, that makes it right for you. Do not even try to decide if you want to do it. As my slave, only what I want matters. Do not worry about what anyone else might think. Only what your master thinks matters to you." That had been verbatim what he had said to Kim earlier. Because Julie was has father's wife, though, he felt he had to more. "If I do something to your body or if I order you to do something, do not even think about if it is right for a married woman to do with other than her husband. That is not your concern. It is only a concern between me and your husband. "Being my slave will not be all punishment, either. There will be rewards for obedience and for achieving goals that I set for you. This master loves his slave very much. He wants her to have a happy and fulfilling life. Your life before I made you my slave was dragging you into depression and weakening what has always been an exemplary marriage." "Slave Julie, do you understand why I have made you my slave? Be sure you respond properly." "Yes, Master Bud, I understand. Master Bud, may I speak?" "Yes, you may." "Thank you for loving us enough to do this for me and for Kim. I will try to be the very best slave I can be." "You are welcome, Slave Julie. Now, did you have a small orgasm as you were peeing?" Julie's mouth flew open and she flushed brightly. Just before Bud assigned penalty strokes, she stammered "Y ... Yes, Master B ... Bud. I did." "Slave Julie, because I own every part of your body, I am the one who decides when you can have orgasms. Admittedly, you were not yet aware of this, however, it is a serious infraction that cannot be ignored. I will, however, be lenient and only assign two strokes as your punishment." Bud proceeded with the shower just as he had with Kim, only Julie had no problem trying to hide anything. Applying body lotion did not go as smoothly, though. He tried to start with her legs, as he had with Kim. When he was doing her thigh and his had brushed her labia, her knees gave out. He did not think she actually came, but he still had to assign a stroke. She barely stayed upright when he did her ass, and when he rubbed over her nipples, she collapsed to the floor and shook in obvious climax. Deciding that some mercy was warranted, he assigned only one stroke, rolled her onto her back, and finished putting lotion on her front as she lay recovering. It was not the most comfortable spot, but he put a folded towel under her head and another towel over her and left her there for about ten minutes. He noticed that the towel supply was nearly exhausted. He had made sure ahead of time that it was well stocked, but he had expected only Kim. While Julie recovered, Bud did a little of his own. Sitting on the bathroom floor behind her head, he tried not to think about what he had gotten into. One thing that captured most of his attention was his mother's level of arousal. It was hard to imagine what kind of inner tension must have been stored up for her to come so easily without direct genital stimulation. He wondered if he would even be able to complete the pussy shave. Even after a rest, Julie seemed a bit out of it, but Bud had to complete the takeover. He did the punishment and learning the positions just as he had done with Kim. Julie went through the poses for the pictures almost as if asleep. Maybe that was better because some of the poses were purposely not flattering. With twenty plus extra pounds on her small frame, she did not look very good in any of the poses. When it came time for the shave, his early concern was validated. Julie had no idea that he would do the shaving. Gloria had not had a chance to explain anything about it. In her astonishment, it was not clear if she understood anything of the careful explanation Bud gave her. What she did understand was that her son's hands were touching and manipulating her most private, most sensitive place. Guilt, shame, long-repressed lust, and probably some other less identifiable emotions served to amplify the arousal that first built when Bud put the collar on Julie. Of the several women he had shaved, none went off as easily and as often. He ended up making the shave as quick as he could, just because her constant twitching, trembling, and shaking made it difficult and a bit dangerous. When he had somehow gotten her crotch smooth and lotioned, Bud could easily have decided that Julie had enough stimulation and orgasms. He remembered, though, that Julie and Kim would talk. He had better treat them both the same. It was not 'masterly' to shake his head in wonderment so his slave could see it, but Bud failed. He had no sooner positioned himself between her wide-spread legs and told her to masturbate than her hands flew to her crotch. In a little over a minute, she crashed into a monster climax and lost consciousness with both hands still at her crotch. Bud decided not to cover her this time, and she came to in perhaps three minutes. He lifted her to a more comfortable position and told her "Slave Julie, this is free talk time until I tell you it has ended. You may speak freely." "Was that what you did to Kim?" Julie asked first. "Yes, it was." "No wonder she seems so happy. Bud, does your father know what you are doing to us?" "I wouldn't think of it without telling him." "But you didn't tell me - I mean at the same time you told him." Bud paused, let out the breath he did not realize he was holding, and answered. "We realized right away that you and Kim are very much alike. We saw that things that were happening to you and expected that I might have to enslave you." "Why you and not your father?" "I think it would be best to talk to Karin and Gloria about that," Bud demurred, then asked "You seem to be taking everything pretty calmly." "Bud! I came how many times before you told me I could? I wasn't calm at all. God! How can I be talking about this with my son?" "You didn't seem to mind me seeing your body." "Neither did Kim. You just surprised her. You know, Honey, mothers have lots of erotic thoughts about their sons." "So, there was some fantasy fulfillment involved?" "More than I ever dreamed could happen." At that point, everything seemed to catch up to Julie. Her eyes fought to stay open. "Slave Julie, free talk time is over. You sleep for a while, then I want you to talk with Karin and Gloria." ------- Ed had stayed in the study when his wife was brought out for Bud to take over. As soon as Bud led Julie down to the basement, Karin and Gloria headed for the study, with Kim right behind them. Besides the large office swivel chair, there was a love seat right inside the door of the study and a comfortable side chair. Karin and Gloria took the love seat. Ignoring the side chair that had been left for her, Kim sat right on Ed's lap in the office chair, wrapped both arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. No one had had time to adjust to the many unprecedented situations resulting from female family members appearing naked all over the house. Ed had no idea what to do with his hands, but Kim did. "Daddy, just pretend I have clothes on and hold me like you usually do," she begged. Sighing, Ed said "Kim, that's easier said than done. The fact is that you DON'T have clothes on and I could end up touching you places where a father should not be touching his grown, naked daughter." With a challenging look at the two women, Kim grabbed Ed's hand and, before he could react, placed it right over her breast. She held it there as long as she could against his strength, and when he had pulled away after a few seconds, told him "See, Daddy, there is no place you can touch that I won't love. There is no place you can touch me that I think is wrong." Showing remarkable agility, Kim turned herself to face her father and wedged her knees beside his legs in the chair. She kissed him quickly on the lips, then took one of his hands in each of hers. "Don't try to pull away, now, Daddy. I'm just going to put your hands on my fat middle. I want you to squeeze the fat. Maybe you can squeeze it all away." Ed's panic-stricken look toward the women received only a nod in return. A repeat of the nod clearly meant that he was supposed to comply with Kim's request. It took another moment for him to get control of himself, then he let Kim place his hands on her sides. She responded with the nearest sound to a purr that a human can make. Then, she let herself fall forward and wrap herself around him again. This time the tears came, and she spent several minutes apologizing. If there was any doubt about how Kim felt about her enslavement, though, she soon clarified it. "Daddy," she said, raising her head, "If Master Bud says it's all right, will you shave my pussy for me next time?" Instantly, Ed smacked Kim on her bare bottom. "I need to talk to the ladies, Kim. Wait in the family room, please." Throwing a dramatic pout worthy of a four-year-old and rubbing her bottom just as dramatically, Kim walked from the room. "Did you expect a reaction anything like this?" Ed asked as soon as the door was closed. "I guess we did not really know what to expect," Karin admitted. "I don't think you should be surprised or concerned, though," Gloria added. "Really?" "Yes," Gloria affirmed. "There are a couple of things going on here. For one, most girls have a strong urge to show their bodies to their fathers." "Adult women?" "Age doesn't change it. You should feel good about this. That desire in girls only exists when there is real love, admiration, and respect for their father." Ed just sat and shook his head for a while. Unseen by him, Gloria motioned Karin to make the next point. "I don't know if this naked slavery is going to accomplish anything," he worried. "She doesn't seem subdued or humiliated. She seems almost ... giddy." "What you're seeing, Ed," Karin offered, "is her expressing a tremendous feeling of freedom." "Uh, you're going to have to explain that," he grumped. "I guess Kim really knocked you off balance," Gloria chuckled. "I would have thought you would have this one all figured out." Karin continued "Kim has felt trapped by her inability to make herself do the right thing in the face of Dawn's manipulations. Now, she knows she will always do the right thing, because Bud will tell her what to do. That's freedom to her." "Good analysis, Karin," Gloria complimented. "Ed, that's why there are so many who willingly give themselves up as slaves. They're happy to cede all those worries to someone else." "So, if the nudity isn't working, should we have her dress?" he suggested. "Oh, no," Gloria replied quickly. "Just because it doesn't seem to bother her, doesn't mean in will not accomplish its purpose." "Bother her? Hell, she seems to love it," Ed exclaimed. "It will still be a powerful reminder," Gloria assured him. "It is still essential to the kind of change we are after." Ed spent a thoughtful minute before commenting "As much alike as Kim and Julie are, do you think Julie is thrilled at being naked for Bud?" "Well, I imagine she is ashamed of her body right now, but otherwise, yes, she is thrilled," Gloria stated. "I've got to keep telling myself," Ed muttered, "if I think I know something about women, I really don't know shit." "Well, hey," Karin laughed, "we women have to have some advantage in the war of the sexes. Gloria and I need to go and talk to Julie as soon as Bud comes up." They only had to wait a few minutes before Bud came into the study, shaking his head and looking a little dazed. As he sank into the side chair, he breathed out "I think that's about the hardest thing I've ever done!" The other three all had questions they were dying to ask, but as if by some agreement, they all stayed quiet. Forcing himself to look at his father, Bud told him "I know we talked about the things I would do to her that only you should do. I can't help feeling that if you had been down there with us, you would have stopped it." "What bothered you so much?" Ed inquired. "I guess ... I guess it was the way she came so easily and so often." He explained her reactions. "I mean, if anything should be reserved for a husband, it should be that," Bud declared, his upset obvious. "Especially knowing that things haven't been good between you two lately. Then, she reacts like the horniest thirteen-year-old for me." To everyone's surprise, Ed got down on his knees in front of where Bud sat hunched over. Putting his hand on Bud's shoulder, Ed spoke with great intensity. "Look, Bud; you are doing something for me that I can't do. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel any jealousy. And yes, it makes me a little angry that she will react so strongly for you, but not for me. "But, when I told you that I could accept what happened between you and my wife, I meant it. I can accept it because I view it as maybe my last chance for the long-term relationship I crave. "There another factor here, too. Maybe Gloria and Karen will view me as a pervert, but it gives me a thrill to know that another man sees how sexual my wife is. I guess it's kind of like bragging." Gloria gasped at Ed's words but quickly responded. "God, Ed! You keep surprising me. That is an attitude that most men have, but very few are willing to admit. It goes against the manly possessive image. Bud, many men are amazed when their women actual encourage them to have sex with other women that they select. There are a lot factors involved, but the desire for third-party validation of your mate's sexuality and desirability is a more common feeling than most would admit." "So ... so it's, uh, maybe reassuring that Mom can react to me - react like she should be to you?" Bud stammered. Glancing quickly at Gloria, Ed told Bud "It's a way for me to brag to my son, too." "Huh?" "It's a way to show you that your old dad didn't just end up with some plain mother and housekeeper for a wife. You discovered that I found myself a red-hot sexpot, the kind you could fall for." "Damn! Did I ever! Uh, you know, Dad, it seems like every woman I've had much contact with is a red-hot sexpot." "Bud!" Karin cried. "How can you say that about me?" Then, she and Gloria fell into a laughing hug." "Well, maybe not every one," Bud corrected himself. "There's Dora. The exception that proves the rule, I guess." "Bullshit!" Gloria exclaimed. "She's just as hot as any other woman. For some reason, she's just keeping a tight lid on it." Standing up, once the more solemn mood seemed broken, Ed told Bud "Just like I told you before, Bud. Any limits on what you do with my wife are strictly your limits. If you can give her back to me as the eager lover she was, I'll be forever grateful. It doesn't matter what you have to do to accomplish that." "I ... I understand, Dad. I just have to have my limits." "I guess I have to think about limits, too," Ed agreed. "Kim asked if I could shave her pussy next time. That's just too far!" "Ed, please don't be making any pronouncements like that," Gloria pled. "Remember, we are playing this all by ear, so to speak. We are not at all certain what will happen tomorrow, say nothing about next week, next month." "No shit!" Bud breathed out. Gloria went on. "I'm not sure either of you really understand the significance of a claiming ritual like the shaving. You mentioned concern, Ed, that Kim did not seem to be humiliated at all, was not taking this very seriously. Well, I will tell that when a woman has to let a man shave her crotch, it brings home her status very, very forcefully. "She may think it is the most wonderful thing that could happen because she gets off big time. No matter; the symbolism of ownership is still undeniable." "I guess that means it should be kept up all through the project, huh?" Bud said with a groan. "Hey, I'm not buying the downcast look, Buster," Gloria laughed at Bud, "but the answer is yes. I think that their slave status becoming too 'cushy' is a real problem, here. The periodic shaves will be big reminders of what the real situation is." "Periodic." Bud said. "Dumb question; how often should it be done." "Short answer; whenever you think it is appropriate," Gloria responded. "Pubic hair seems to grow a little slower than a beard. That means that in two or three days there will be a definite roughness. Because of their hair color, your slaves will be showing a shadow in a week. I would guess most women who stay bald do themselves every three days, or so. Remember, you're the master. It's up to you." "Let's assume that weekly will work," Bud suggested. "Here's another thought. Would it diminish my authority if I told Mom that I was assigning Dad to shave her. It seems that for the long term benefit, it might be something to consider. Also, wouldn't it really emphasize my authority if I assigned someone to shave Kim, perhaps someone she was not happy about?" "Interesting," Gloria mused aloud. "We need to talk this whole subject over. Instead of waiting a week, I think you should shave them again Monday or Tuesday for this first time." "Well, we need to go down and talk to Julie," Karin said, standing up. "Bud, Kim is in the family room. We'll be up in a little while." ------- When Bud walked into the family room, he found the TV on, but Kim sound asleep on the couch. Carefully laying an afghan over her, he returned to the study. When Karin and Gloria came back into the study later, their expressions were a combination of amusement and amazement. "My God! Julie is so worked up she would come if you pinched her nipple!" Karin chuckled. "You know, we are really going to be improvising, here," Gloria lamented. "I had thought that keeping some distance between you and your wife would be the best approach, Ed. Seeing how she is right now, though, I've changed my mind." "What do you mean?" Ed questioned. "Go up and get naked and get showered," Gloria instructed. "Pull the covers back. Bud is going to order Julie to come up to you, get on her hands and knees on the bed, and beg you to enter her from behind. "I want you to act as possessive as you can," Gloria continued. "Remember how Kim wanted you to handle her fat? Well, do that to Julie. Treat her body like a sex toy. Oh, make her come, for sure - as many times as you can. You can finish with some more tender kissing and loving, but don't make it real romantic. This is primarily for sexual release. Then, send her back down to Bud. He will order her not to clean up before she returns." "Wow!" The men exclaimed simultaneously. "Not that I'm complaining, but why did you decide on this?" Ed demanded. Karin answered. "It's obvious that her libido was not seriously depressed. We assumed that it was just one of the problems that slavery would address. After talking about it, we now think that we can use a high level of sexual activity as a motivator to help the rest of the program." "Well, I'm all in favor of that. She won't be sleeping with me, though?" "No, we think that 'sleeping at her master's feet', so to speak, is an important symbol of her position," Karin told him. "Also, it's another reminder that she really is a slave." When Bud got down where Julie was literally pacing around, he almost had to laugh. It was indeed obvious how worked up she was. Her nipples were rock hard and her labia were darkened and puffy. "Slave Julie, you are to go up to the master bedroom where your husband will be waiting for you. You are to get on the bed on your hands and knees and have him take you from behind. When you are finished having sex, you are to return to me without cleaning up. Do you understand?" "Y ... yes, Master! Yes!" "Go!" Bud was again holding back from laughing at his mother. She scampered off like a ten-year-old. Expecting her soon, Karin and Gloria positioned themselves so they could see without being seen, and shortly, they were the ones restraining laughter. When they talked with Bud, they would all agree on the little girl scamper. Of course, the bouncing of her adult breasts and the jiggling of some loose fat were not at all girlish. They only held back until Julie was out of sight, then they ducked into the study and almost fell on the floor laughing. "I think we made the right decision," Gloria managed to gasp out. In the master suite, Ed had hardened in anticipation, but he almost softened when Julie charged in and clambered onto the bed. The way she waved her ass at him, though, and her frantic pleas corrected the softening. If Ed had ever wondered whether the two psychologists knew what they were doing, what happened next removed any lingering concerns. With his normal courtesy, he felt her pussy, finding it fairly dripping with lubricant. Just his touch caused her to gasp and shiver. Slipping easily into the familiar opening, he took two firm strokes and almost got squeezed out. Fortunately, he had gotten his hands firmly on her hips, because she screeched and came very hard. Previously, vaginal orgasm had only happened when she was pregnant. On top of that, her first orgasm was usually rather modest. To say that she was aroused was the all-time understatement. Amazement and trying to hang on were what kept Ed's own ejaculation from being wrung out by her spasming vagina. He did not try to stroke for the thirty or more seconds that her tremors continued. When she receded to little twitches, he began to move in and out. After several strokes, he remembered the women's instructions to be very possessive, even mauling her loose flesh. Still very uncertain about the wisdom of that, he realized that they had been right on with everything else. Starting at the sides of her waist, he began knead the looseness. Her first reaction was a gasp, but he did not read it as negative. Spending a while working up and down her sides and back, he realized that she was thrusting back at him more and more vigorously. Bending over her back, he spread both hands over her sagging belly and began moving in little circles. That started her whining, and it just kept going. Keeping one hand moving her belly around, he slid the other down to find her clit. It was not large enough to grasp between his fingers, but he had found that squeezing the whole area sometimes worked. It definitely worked that time, and she went off again. Everything about the situation was just strange enough to give Ed unusual control, and he again rode out her climax without ejaculating. By the time she subsided, though, he was feeling that he very much wanted his own release. After two major events, Julie was more than a little wobbly. Not really planning it out, Ed rolled them to their sides, keeping himself embedded. Not remembering how later, he managed to get her legs up on his shoulders and get on his knees with her on her back. He was now in excellent position to pound her hard. For many months, he had been avoiding any touching that would call attention to her excess flesh. Suddenly, focusing on it seemed to arouse her. Go figure! With her legs up, her soft belly was even more evident, but he reached around her legs and began kneading and moving the looseness around as he started stroking as strongly as he could remember. The continuous whining started again. She was still breathing heavily from the previous orgasm, and her breath quickly broke up into desperate gasps and wheezes. He could hardly believe that she was building up for another come, but he was determined to join her this time. A few minutes later, after they both came, he was panting with exhaustion, and she was only semi-conscious. He had been instructed to send her back down to Bud, but he was not at all sure that she could walk. It was a crazy idea because he was pretty weary himself. He did not think about any particular symbolism, it just seemed like something he wanted to do. It was only when he had picked Julie up and started out of the bedroom that he remembered that he was naked and dripping. He paused for just a moment before deciding that stopping for a robe or towel would spoil the moment. Karin and Gloria had seen him already, after all. Kim? Well, what would it hurt after all of the other craziness going on in the house? Just as Ed started down the stairs to the basement, Julie roused enough to grab him around the neck and kiss him ferociously. It almost made him stumble, but he dared not stop for fear his arms would give out. When he finally reached Bud's room, Ed laid Julie on the bed, gave her a quick kiss, then left. Grabbing a used bath towel from the bathroom, he went back up to the study. As he came in, Bud slipped out, and Gloria flung herself at him and crushed him in a hug. When she did not let go, he realized that she was crying. "N ... not very p ... professional, huh?" Gloria finally stammered. He chose not to say anything, just returned her hug. Finally, he joked, "You're getting your clothes pretty smelly." Slapping his shoulder, Gloria exclaimed "Men! Always killing the romance!" "Well, uh, romance here isn't, uh..." Leaning her forehead against his naked chest, she told him "I know, I know. It's just that ... God, Ed, what made you do that?" "I'm, uh, not a very impulsive person, but ... it just seemed right." "What if Kim saw you?" "I thought of that, but too late. I guess ... it just wasn't important right then. I'd better clean up and get dressed." "No way!" Gloria declared as she ripped the towel from around him and laid it on the office chair. "It's too important to talk right now." Pausing only a moment, Ed sat on the towel. "Tell us as much as you are willing to," Gloria instructed. At that point, Ed saw little reason to hold anything back, so he gave them a brief account that accentuated her extreme arousal. When he finished, it was Karin who stood and kissed him. That was his signal to leave. ------- Ed had not considered Kim seeing him naked to be important enough to worry about. Well, Kim considered it very, very important. She was sleeping on the family room couch, but not deeply. Something woke her when her father left the master bedroom carrying his mother. She barely suppressed her gasp and managed to keep very still. The one thing she could not suppress was the racing of her heart. Well, two things, actually, as her nipples popped out instantly. Ed was only in her sight for three of four seconds, but that gave her a good look at the object of many years of curiosity. ------- When Bud got down to his room, Julie was lying on his bed, seemingly in a trance. Her eyes were open, but he did not think she saw him enter. She was sprawled on her back, her legs spread and her pussy leaking, completely unconcerned. "Slave Julie, are you able to walk to the bathroom?" Startled, she reflexively closed her legs and threw hers arms to cover herself. Then, she seemed to remember her situation and relaxed her legs and arms. "Y ... yes, Master." She held out her hand, and not thinking about master/slave status, he took it and helped her stand. "You pee while I run a bath," he told her as they walked into the bathroom. Without even a pause, she sat down and did her business. When the tub was full and she was relaxing in it, he told her "Slave Julie, you are free to talk until I tell you. It looks like it was good with Dad. Was it?" "Oh, Bud! I really have been a terrible wife! It was ... it was amazing! I have always loved sex with your dad. I just ... I just ... Oh, I feel so bad about it." "Well, that is over. You are going back to sex the way it was when you were first married," he assured her. "Oh, Bud! Just now was better than we ever had back then. I mean we always had good sex, and he was so tender and loving. Tonight ... ohhhhh ... here I am talking to my son about my sex life again." "If you didn't talk freely about it, you would just have to be Slave Julie again, and you would have to tell everything," Bud warned her. "I still don't know why Ed can't be my master." "Didn't Karin and Gloria explain that?" "N ... not really." "Well, you can ask Dad, but not until your master tells you you can. Do I have to make you Slave Julie and order you not to ask?" "No, you don't have to order me. You don't have to make me Slave Julie at all. I'll do what you ask, no matter what." "I think it is important for you to be Slave Julie until you reach some goals," Bud insisted. "I will be making you do some things that you would not want to do if you were not a slave. Plus, I only want to touch your body when you are a slave. That may not seem like much, but it will make it easier for me." "You don't want to touch my body?" Julie played the pouting little girl role. "I do, very much. It's just that I will always feel guilty for doing things that only Dad should do." Julie very much wanted to tell him that she loved anything he did. That, however, would seem unfaithful to Ed. It was better if she had no choice. To change the subject, she asked "Do you feel that way about Kim, too?" Julie probed. "I believe my role is to prepare her for Kevin." "But he broke up with her." "We need to persuade him to take her back," Bud declared. "Slave Julie, free talk time is over." "Yes, Master." "Slave Julie, raise your legs one at a time so I can wash them." That surprised Julie, but did not displease her. When her legs were done, he ordered "Slave Julie, get up on your knees so I can wash the rest of you." Bud had not consulted the women about that move. He just decided that he should do whatever he could to keep the level of eroticism high. If her libido was awakening, he wanted to do everything possible to stimulate it. At some point, she might start to feel that her master's intrusion on her husband's prerogatives was wrong. That certainly was not yet, so he would keep up the pressure. His touch was tender as he washed her face and her upper body. When he reached her hips, ass, and crotch, his touch became firm and possessive, producing several gasps. He dried her and applied lotion again as sensuously as he could. When he was done, she could barely stand, again. He thought about washing her hair, but he was not confident enough to try that, yet. Among the many arrangements that had not been made because of the accelerated timetable, he did not know where he was going to sleep the women. His intention was to give them some sort of pad at the foot of his bed in true slave fashion. That would have to wait. His bed was a queen, and although the sheets had been slept in three nights, he decided to put both Julie and Kim there and he would sleep on the large couch. When Julie was in bed, he went and got Kim, took her to the bathroom, and then put her in bed, also. He wished he had a microphone or a recorder to hear what they might talk about, but that had not been anticipated. By the time Bud returned to the study, Ed had showered and dressed and was seated in his chair talking with the women. Bud collapsed in the side chair. "Where are your slaves?" Gloria asked with a smirk. "They're both in my bed. I did not have time to set up sleeping arrangements," Bud answered wearily. "What do you think? Should Mom just sleep with Dad as usual?" "Not right away," Gloria responded. "I think we will get to that much more quickly than I expected, but not yet." "Why more quickly?" Ed asked. "Well," Gloria told him with a mock haughty air, "if you don't want her in you bed..." "I'm wondering if it would be worth the effort to give you a good spanking," Ed retorted. "Wouldn't change her a bit, I guarantee it," Karin chimed in. The laughter shared by the four of them was the perfect tension release. "To answer your question, Ed, we expected that it would take quite a while to release her libido. We assumed that it was suppressed because her physical deterioration made her not feel sexy. It appears that we misdiagnosed the cause." "I'm fully awake this time. Let me guess," Ed interrupted. "Rather than her weight and condition, it was the lack of clear direction that weakened her sex drive. Putting Bud in charge of her life removed that suppression." "Big time, big time," Gloria nodded. "I'm glad we're not charging you," Karin joked. "It would be unethical, the way you're one step ahead of us. There's one other reason things are moving faster on the sex front. The sexual contact with her son is affecting her far more than we would have guessed." "Can't say I'm upset by that," Ed mused. "If Bud giving her direction released her sex drive, having Bud touch her sexually amplified it like I've never seen." "Remember, she is at a point in her life where her drive should be elevated," Karin reminded him. "This all just gives us one more decision to make" Gloria cautioned. "We need to pick the right time when being kept out of your bed no longer has any motivational or corrective value." "How often do you think she will be that frantic for sex with me?" Bud finally spoke up. "Oh, maybe four or five times ... a day!" That produced another therapeutic laugh. He sobered the mood when he told them "I had an idea how I was going to fill Kim's days, but I had not gotten everything ready because of what happened. Now with Mom, I have a major problem of keeping them busy." "Since they are both so badly in need of exercise," Karin offered, "push them as hard as you can. That way, they will need quite a bit of down time, giving you a break." "I thought of that. The problem is that I don't have things ready for exercise. The pool can't open yet. I don't think either of them has good running stuff. We have weights, but that won't take up much time. I thought of starting the day with exercise videos, but I didn't buy any, yet." "If they had their way, you could just shave their pussies five or six times every day," Gloria joked. Bud was the only one who did not laugh at that. "Say," he inquired, "when they exercise, like dancing to videos, is it safe for them to be naked? Should they wear sports bras?" "Definitely," Karin agreed. "Don't they have some?" "How should I know?" Bud replied. "Bud, Bud," Gloria chastised him. "You know how many hairs they have around their assholes. You have every right to know if they have sports bras." "Tomorrow is Saturday," Karin pointed out. "Make a list of what they need and take them shopping." "I thought it would be best to keep them naked for a few days in a row," Bud pointed out. "I think he's right, Karin," Gloria agreed. "I've got some excellent exercise videos, dance oriented. I'll see that you have them first thing in the morning." "You have a business to run, Hon. I'll get them here," Karin offered to Gloria. "For tomorrow, just tell them to put on their sturdiest bra. I'll bring some over after the mall opens. "Oh, one other suggestion; put Julie in charge of supervising and assisting Kim's studies. I assume that will be a big emphasis right away. It will free up some of your time, and it will let Julie do a little more parenting. I doubt it will cause any friction." "That's perfect, Karin," Gloria enthused. "Just one point; friction between them is not an issue. Bud will put Julie in charge, so Julie is acting for the Master." They all helped plan out how to fill Saturday and Sunday, then Bud voiced his concern about covering Kim Monday and Tuesday at school. "I would like to play the last game on Tuesday, so I can't skip." "If you cover the mornings, Bud, I'll arrange for Lexi to accompany her for any afternoon classes," Ed promised. "Hopefully, by Wednesday, you will no longer have to attend any classes," Karin said. "I will do everything I can to get you tested out of them." "That would be great. I can see where this is going to take a lot more time than I planned on," Bud said. "Based on what I've seen so far, it will be worth every minute you spend," Ed assured his son. "You just give it everything you have. Don't worry about job or tuition or anything. This is more important." "I already offered to pay him to tutor Meghan for the AP placement tests," Gloria reminded them. "Ah, yes - the Meghan question," Ed chuckled. Then, seeing Gloria's expression, he quickly said "Sorry, Gloria. I don't mean to make light of your concern. It's just ... how much can we pile on Bud." Shifting to humor to assure Ed that she was not offended, Gloria deadpanned "Oh, Meghan would just love to 'pile on' Bud every chance she could get." Ed only smiled, then was thoughtful for a moment. "Gloria, have you considered whether Meghan is ready to end her naked slavery? I know things are pretty turbulent here, right now, but we could consider her living here more as a normal teen. Maybe that would be a good step for her." Then, the unthinkable happened, at least in Bud's mind. Gloria was left speechless. "I ... I ... why didn't I think of that? It's ... maybe it's time." "Uh, Gloria, Hon," Karin cautioned, "what about Meghan's crush on Bud?" "Yeah," Gloria deflated a little, "only it's a lot more than a crush, to her. Ed, that's a factor you would all have to consider carefully. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you thinking about her, though." Ed decided that was a good comment to leave without a response. He would treat her comment as just a nice way to lighten the mood again. "Damn! I haven't even tried to be a decent host. Let's have a snack and something to drink." Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in the family room, and Gloria brought up another thought. "I know this is only the first day, and I don't know if we even want to go this way. Are there any men that Julie and Kim are quite close to and have a lot of respect for? Men that feel the same way about them?" "Hmmmm," Ed responded. "I'm not sure I want to even guess why you are asking, but there are a few. Julie's dad, Chet, would be one." Karin inquired "Has Julie's mother shown any sign of the problems Julie and Kim have had?" "Definitely not. She is physically fit, well-adjusted, and seemingly very happy." "So, Chet is a pretty dominant husband and father, then?" "More openly so than I am, I would say," Ed answered. "He's devoted to his wife and kids, though. He would do anything for them, and everyone knows it." "Any others?" "Well, I would say my brother Chuck. I've always suspected that if he hadn't run off to Germany for a year of school, Julie might have chosen him instead of me." "That's hard to believe," Gloria said. "Say that after you've met him," Ed told her with a grin. "He's on an out of the country assignment, and they tend to be long." "So, Julie gets along with him really well? Kim, too?" Karin probed. "Definitely." "Too bad he's not around when we need him," Karin complained. "OK, tell me about Julie's sisters. Are they a lot like her, personality wise?" "You mean, are they submissive, right?" Ed corrected her. "I think they are. Kathleen, the youngest, has let herself go much worse than Julie, but Marilyn, the oldest of the girls, looks even better than Julie did before this problem started." "Let me guess," Karin interrupted. "Kathleen's husband is either weak or just clueless, while Marilyn's is strong, perhaps even domineering." "Marilyn's husband, Gene, is an abusive asshole, truth be told. Mark, Kathleen's husband is brilliant, successful, and a really good guy. He is certainly not weak, butÉhow should I say itÉhe is perhaps too detached to see what Kathleen needs." "I can almost predict what their children are like, but let's defer that. Would either couple be good as part of the support group?" "Whew!" Ed exclaimed. "So, that's the solution to the family question, huh? Put them all in the support group. I'm afraid Gene would be scornful of our 'soft' approach. Kathleen would probably be ashamed of how much better Julie looks already." "I assume the sisters spend a lot of time together. How do you think that should be handled?" Karin asked. "Oh, and there is no way Julie will keep her slavery a secret. Bud, they will soon know just how and how often you get your mother off." Ed said "I guess the sisters should just come and visit as usual. Marilyn will have to promise to keep the secret." "Kathleen won't have to promise?" "Maybe if Mark knows, he will do something about Kathleen. After the first several days, I assume Julie will resume a fairly normal schedule, except for being naked at home." "That's the plan." Snapping his fingers, Ed told them "Don't forget Julie's only brother, Ron. He's actually older than Marilyn. I'm not sure the parents were completely able to keep the sisters from indulging in some hanky-panky with their brother." "Hanky-panky? Haven't heard that for a while," Karin laughed. "But, is the relationship warm and loving." "Almost embarrassingly so." "Uh, is this headed where I'm afraid it is?" Ed asked. At a nod from Karin, Gloria explained. "Julie and Kim are what I call 'project slaves', just like my brother and his family. They are enslaved as a way to correct some serious problems. With project slaves, it has proven beneficial to have an involved support group larger than just Master and immediate family. Before you even ask, Ed, the answer is 'yes'. They would have to be naked around the entire support group." "God! I don't know how they could handle that," Ed fretted. "That's not even a valid concern," Gloria said rather sharply. "If you decide it would be beneficial, it does not matter what they feel. They are slaves. They have no say in what happens to them." Then, much more gently, Gloria explained "I can almost guarantee that their naked exposure to this loving support group would be viewed as a wonderful experience when it is over. Remember how joyfully Kim showed herself to you? Do you think Julie never yearned for her father's approval of her body? Her brother's? Damn right she did - still does! "As for your brother, we'd need to talk about that some more if he is even home while they are slaves. Now, what about the wives? Julie's mother? Ron's wife? Chuck's wife?" "First of all, Chuck is single - divorced, actually." That's as far as Ed got before Gloria's flicker of an expression stopped him. She had excellent self-control, but she could not stop a momentary widening of the eyes and flare of the nostrils. Bud and Ed both stifled their own reactions to hers. Bud glanced at Karin, sitting beside Gloria, and saw her smirk. "As for Julie's mom; I think you would have a major selling job with both of her parents. This is way, way outside their comfort zone," Ed explained. "As for Ron, that would be up to Jess, his wife. She is a very sharp lady, and the boss of the family. She's a good boss, though. You see, Ron has pretty much the same temperament as the sisters, rather than their father's. We get along very well with Jess. If she thinks it will really help, she will be all for it." "Even letting her hubby ogle his naked sister and niece?" "Even. Her family was not at all straight-laced." "Bet there's a story there," Gloria chuckled. "Will we have be careful to keep her from stripping with your women?" "Don't try too hard. Ron did well for himself," Ed joked. Noticing Bud sitting there shaking his head, Gloria got on her knees in front of him and kissed him briefly. "Cheer up, Bud. We won't leave you alone in this." "You're talking about Mom, here, but what about Kim?" he complained. "Maybe you haven't noticed, Sweetie, but your sister has a huge exhibitionist streak. She would love to be ordered to be naked in any group of people she cared about," Gloria declared. "Having no choice would be a wonderful excuse, huh?" Bud suggested. "You got it!" "Ok," Ed interrupted, "I think maybe I see some reasons, but please spell out the 'whys' for me." Checking with Karin, Gloria laid it out. "First of all, submissives very much want to please people who are important to them. The way they would please the support group is by succeeding in the changes that are needed. Almost more importantly, the support group would provide a strong pressure to keep them from falling back into the problems. As far as the nudity, it is just an important part of their treatment, so there is no choice. "Secondly, a cheering section helps everyone. Encouragement and praise from these people would mean a lot and help them through the hard work, the denial, and the pain. "The third reason is a little more complex. The short version is that they will emerge with a much greater confidence in their sex appeal. Generally, submissives have a problem with self-worth. Regardless of what the feminist shrinks may say, a woman's self-worth revolves around her sex appeal. When Bud gets done with your women, their bodies will look better than they ever have. They will have shown how sexy they are to people they care about, and their self-worth will be at an all-time high." Bud was shaking his head again, and muttered "It's for sure I'm sticking to a business degree - or maybe rocket science - quantum physics? - one of those simple subjects." Gloria went girlish. She darted across to Bud and started tickling him. When he just looked at her, then raised his hands as if to retaliate, she said "Oooops!" and hurried back to her seat. ------- Chapter 8 It was fairly early when Bud put the slaves to bed, but by the time Karin returned with the videos, a couple of exercise pads, and several sports bras, it was pushing midnight. While waiting for her to return, Bud had been able to make some more plans and get more things ready. When he finally crashed on the couch, his sleep was fitful, though. There was just too much happening that was completely new. At least his slaves' nudity and his touching of their bodies was not the shock it might have been before his sessions at D-House. However, that still left the huge problem of how to fill their time. It would take a while to develop a routine, and he was worried about losing authority if his control seemed tentative or sporadic. In one of his middle of the night restless periods, he got an idea when thinking about the slaves losing weight. He recalled how secretive they both had been about their weight. Ed had joked that one sure way of getting Julie angry was to be anywhere nearby when she stepped on the scale. The result of his idea and twenty minutes of scrambling around was crude, but it would definitely highlight their true status as slaves. There was never any question of the women waking before the men in the Haller household, so Ed was briefed and ready before Bud roused the slaves. Having never been comfortable with the slavery idea, Ed had assumed that he would stay 'arms length' from the process. Well, Kim's little interlude in his lap and especially the intense sex with Julie had pointed out the futility of avoiding involvement. He was in this and he might as well do anything he could to help. Bud's request made him shudder a little, but he believed that Bud could handle it. Predictably, the slaves were disoriented at being awakened naked in a strange bed. Bud explained that better sleeping arrangements would be arranged, but they barely heard him in their haste to get to the bathroom. Just to make the point, he stood in the bathroom while they went and told them not to bother to shower or primp yet. He led them out to a corner of the rec room where they could see Ed waiting with a tape measure in hand and the scale on the floor. They gasped when they saw the large paper chart taped to the wall, and Bud chose that time to warn them. "Slave Julie and Slave Kim, we are now going to get baseline measurements for the beginning of your body improvement program." He could see them start to react, but he just talked right over them. "I know that both of you have always been rather secretive about your weight and other things about your bodies. That ended yesterday because you no longer own your bodies. Your bodies belong to me and I choose not to have any secrets about them. "Dad, help Slave Kim onto the scale and let's record her starting weight." Bud stood poised by the chart with marking pen in hand. Kim stood frozen for a moment, and Bud had to react. "Slave Kim, that's a stroke. Be aware that the strokes will not decrease your weight." That made Kim scamper onto the scale, but did not make her expression less unhappy. Bud had Ed do each measurement to first Kim, then Julie. Besides weight, he recorded waist, hip, bust, upper arm, and upper thigh sizes. He informed them that as soon as he had the right instrument, he would estimate body fat, as well. When Ed went upstairs, he left two very downcast women. Kim having to endure a stroke did not help their mood, either. Next, Bud took them in front of the TV where he had the exercise pads. He also had two pair of each of their sport shoes and the sports bras that Karin had brought. "Slaves, you are going to start the day with a very energetic exercise video. I suggest you wear a sports bra and shoes, but that is your choice. Prepare quickly." Bud was wise enough to realize that women, any kind of garment, and 'quickly' were completely incompatible, so he was patient. When both had on shoes and bras and nothing else, they looked at each other, gasped, then giggled. That was a good thing because the mood so far had not been happy. He had not lied to them about the video, and twenty-eight minutes later they were both gasping and sweating as he led them to the shower. He decided that he would not repeat the drying and applying body lotion from the day before. With Karin and Gloria, he would discuss the best ways to keep emphasizing his ownership of their bodies. He also wanted to keep Julie's arousal level high to continue the resurgence of her libido. After their showers, the next part of the morning was filled with breakfast preparation and cleanup, laundry, and some general housekeeping tasks. Gloria called and said that she was sending out a set of exercise bands. Given their minimal muscle tone, she thought that would be the best start at resistance exercise. Bud planned to include running in their regular program, but wanted to keep them completely naked until Monday morning when Kim had a class. It was a warm, sunny late winter day, and Bud ordered them to lay in the sun for fifteen minutes on each side. Their hesitancy to walk out onto the patio naked cost them each two strokes. He considered that a good thing. Learning consequences immediately would make everything that followed easier. Kim spent a good chunk of the afternoon studying, and Bud carefully explained how Julie was to monitor her efforts. He warned that he would be checking with other sources, and if Kim did not inform them immediately and completely of all assignments, she would earn numerous strokes. She promised that she would not withhold anything and he believed her. Before the troubles, she had been a very conscientious student. Before a fairly late dinner, there was another exercise session with both a video and the bands. Then, they were allowed to relax and watch TV for a while. Whenever he could take the time, Bud got on the phone with Karin and Gloria to discuss progress and ideas. Together, they decided that a massage session just before bedtime would be perfect. The women recommended that Ed do Kim while Bud did Julie. They also recommended they be done privately so Bud could do more to get Julie aroused. They thought she should be sent up to Ed's bed for sex again after the massage. There had been enough unaccustomed exercise that day so a massage was very welcome. Neither Bud nor Ed was accomplished, but the slaves did not seem to care. Bud had to enlist Gloria's help to persuade Ed to give Kim the full body lotion treatment. For himself, he felt guilty again as he touched his mother, but he knew it served a purpose. It helped that she was getting very eager to go to his father. Ed had massaged Kim out in the main room. When Julie literally dashed from Bud's bedroom where he had done her, Ed went after her. Walking into the main room, Bud had to struggle not to show the sympathy he felt for his sister's obvious arousal and frustration. He only debated a moment before deciding that free time was appropriate, and he released her. "Dad's hands felt pretty good, huh?" he teased, to be answered by only a moan. "Fulfill any fantasies?" "Oh, God, yes!" she exclaimed. "But not your ultimate fantasy, I'll bet." "I ... I don't think he ever would," she lamented. "You won't either, will you? It's not fair. Mom gets to go and get relief, but I have to suffer." "Kim, when I'm talking to your husband some day, I don't want to have to lie about what we did while you were a slave. You don't either, do you?" After a large sigh, Kim answered "Bud, I had to tell Kevin I was not a virgin. After I tell my intended that you shaved my pussy and gave me FULL body massages, do you think he will believe that was all? "If I promise not to beg you to fuck me, will you do something for me?" she begged. "That depends." "When I lose ten pounds and when I reach my goal, can I ask Kevin to spend the night with me? That's if he hasn't found anyone else." "I promise I will discuss it with Karin and Gloria. First, though, Mom has to tell me she will be all right with it." "Not Dad?" "Haven't you heard that all dads believe in immaculate conception of grandchildren by their daughters?" he joked. Changing tone, he ordered "Slave Kim, free talk time has ended. Make yourself orgasm." Placing himself between a woman's legs, close to her crotch, had proven to stimulate arousal, so he did that and enjoyed similar results to the first time with Kim. He had expected more of a battle over his reluctance to escalate sexual contact with her. While not sure of the reason, he was happy that she had not pushed. ------- Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, except for the measurement session and more study time for Kim. She showed surprising fear at the prospect of going to school the next day, so Bud called Karin and Gloria to come over for a pep talk and planning session. When they were all gathered in the family room and Bud had declared free talk, Kim admitted "I don't want to go until Bud can be with me all the time." "We hope that can be Wednesday," Karin explained, "but we're not sure, yet. Your dad has arranged excellent protection." No matter how excellent, it was clear that Kim considered it inadequate because it was not Bud. "Ever wear just tights under a baggy sweatshirt?" Karin asked Kim. "Not to college." "Have any hiking boots?" "Sure." "Well, how about an outfit so 'not Kim' that Dawn wouldn't even recognize you? Tights, hiking boots, baggy sweatshirt, baseball cap, and clear glasses." "But she's in my afternoon class, and Bud won't be there," Kim whined. Everyone knew who 'she' was. "OK. Just for tomorrow, I'll go with you," Ed promised. "I won't be in the classroom but Lexi will sit beside you and she will have her radio. Will that help?" "Honey, it will be a good test," Ed encouraged. "We don't want you to have to wear a disguise all the time, but for the next few days, it will make you feel better." Karin asked a good question; "Are any of your sections small enough so the instructor might notice someone unusual?" "Maybe two or three of them. In one big lecture, Psyche, the prof is really aware of all the students." "Is Dawn in that one?" "Yes." "What day is that?" "Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Bud won't be with me Tuesday!" "So, Lexi and I will do Tuesday, too," Ed assured her. "Oh. Good. Um, does it have to be a baseball cap?" Being naked had not squelched Kim's fashion sense. "Of course not, Kim," Karin chuckled. "You can go bald if you'd rather. We'll go and pick something out. "You need to know what to say if an instructor challenges why Bud or Lexi or whoever is with you in class; also, why you look so different," Karin advised. "Once they hear there is a stalking type of problem, they should be co-operative." Ed did not stay around to see Kim and Bud off to her class. Bud hoped that Ed would be able to stifle his reaction when he saw her at lunch when Bud had to leave. With a tam instead of a cap, tinted fake glasses, and big hoop earrings, Kim was barely recognizable, and then only because of how she moved. Kim's trips to campus Monday and Tuesday went without incident. ------- Although he had not talked with Karin and Gloria about it, Bud had been thinking hard about shaving the slaves again. Honestly, he would rather never have to do it again, especially his mother. However, he believed Gloria's explanation of its importance. He was definitely concerned about maintaining the seriousness of the women's status. If the shaves were necessary, he decided to make it rather ceremonial, or perhaps ritualistic was a better word. Tuesday morning, he moved an electric heater into the downstairs bathroom and warmed up the room while the women exercised. Telling them that breakfast would wait, he started with Kim. Everything that he needed was carefully laid out ahead of time, enough for both women. By that time, the room was too warm for anything but bathing. Ordering Kim to pee first, Bud then had her get into the tub with the shower curtain open and wash under the shower. When she was finished, he had her stand on the towels he had placed to catch any spray that escaped the tub. There, he toweled her down and applied lotion. He did not rush, but did not extend the process as he had the first time. The same was true with the shave. The time required was already reduced because there was no need for a scissors. The actual shaving could not be rushed, though. She had to become aroused enough to get herself off with no trouble. Everything went well with Kim. She did not orgasm during the shave, but came in a reasonable time when she masturbated. With Julie, he almost considered having her take another shower. She came during the lotion and during the shave, as well as when she masturbated. He decided that he liked the ritual as he had set it up and would continue that way. The time of day could change, though. ------- Tuesday evening, Bud had a larger than usual cheering section for his final game, and they all went out for a late meal. It was Julie's first time dressing since Friday evening. Bud had played his usual steady, solid game, and the team won. Unexpectedly, his Uncle Chuck was back in town and came to the game. Literally everyone was watching Gloria as they were introduced, and they were not disappointed in her reaction. Chuck was noticeably puzzled about the presence of the two women, and the explanation given was admittedly thin. At dinner, Chuck finally broke down and explained why he was home. "Actually, I have probably taken my last overseas assignment. I, uh, got grazed by a bullet. Nothing serious, just a bandage, but, uh, well, I have had some other close calls. The company decided to shove me in a VP's office here at home for my own protection." "So, congratulations are in order." Ed enthused. "Well, yeah, but you know me. I like the field work," Chuck said to deflect the praise. Looking at Gloria, who seemed to know what he had in mind, Ed told his brother "Friday night. Come for dinner, and I'll bring out a good celebration bottle." Apparently, neither slave connected the visit with their nakedness, and they reacted as they would for any other visit invitation to a favorite guest. As they were leaving the restaurant, Ed handed Gloria a note with Chuck's cell number. "Can you brief him before Friday?" "Gee! Do I have to?" she quipped. Behind her, Karin was grinning from ear to ear. Bud had planned to skip Wednesday classes, so he ordered Kim to dress as herself. She chose to keep the tam to cover her head. It made so much difference to her to have Bud with her permanently that she agreed without argument. He was not worried about being able to protect her. He just did not want to get into a confrontation that could cause more problems for her. When Karin called at noon to tell him that he was done with classes and just had to take three tests, Kim was even happier. He insisted that they stay after each class so she could introduce him and explain his presence. ------- Wednesday morning, Chuck Haller was not at all displeased to be called by Gloria Solberg to see if he could meet for lunch. When she said it was quite important, he rearranged his schedule. At the game and the dinner the previous night, there was no way Chuck could fail to be impressed by the statuesque beauty. The explanation he got for the presence of the two women was suspect, at best, so he was eager to find out more. As Gloria walked toward the table where Chuck stood to greet her, he was no less impressed than on the previous evening. Her greeting intrigued him even more, as she said "I had a dilemma; should I be professional and be right on time, or should I be female and be a little late?" He scored his own points when he retorted "Why are they mutually exclusive?" "Touche! You removed the problem by being early, anyway. Thank you for making time today. Have a seat, and I'll relieve your curiosity." He thought her smile had just a little too much smirk behind it. They had to wait until the server took their drink order, then she hit him with "If you go to Ed's for Dinner Friday evening, you will find Julie and Kim wearing nothing but slave collars. They will both have their pussies shaved bare. You already saw that Kim has her head almost shaved." He could barely notice that her smirk had taken over fully because of his own amazement. At first, he was tempted to treat it as a joke and respond accordingly. However, he had barely refrained from asking about Kim's hair and he had noticed Ed's strange glance toward Gloria before the invitation to dinner. So, she was telling the truth. But, WHY? Gloria managed to cover Kim's troubles and Bud's search for a way to save her before their meals were served. As they ate, she described her credentials and Karin's and how they came to be involved. He had a number of questions about D-House, but asked nothing more about Julie and Kim. When they were getting ready to leave, he looked at her quizzically and said "You didn't ask how I felt about this and whether I wanted to be involved." "Didn't think I had to. Unless something really changed you over in the sand, you will react just like Ed. You have huge questions about the morality of this, but you trust your brother. If he is convinced, that's good enough for you. You love your niece and your sister-in-law enough to help them any way you can. Your only worry is that your presence will embarrass and humiliate them." Chuck just laughed aloud. "I've always been skeptical about psychologists and psychiatrists. Do they really know anything, or are they just spouting faddish theories. Well, you read me perfectly, so there is at least one credible shrink in the bunch." "Oh, you will find that Karin is completely credible, too," Gloria pointed out. "I will admit to holding the same view of many of my colleagues. It is my guess, though, that you could categorize the majority of engineers the same way, could you not?" "Ouch!" He decided that casual sparring with his woman should be undertaken carefully. "Say, will you be there Friday at dinner?" "I think it would be best if we reduced our presence and let things works out with the family. How about if you come to breakfast early Saturday morning at D-House. You can see what I do and I can find out how the dinner went." "Um, I've been living on military time for a while. What do you consider early?" he inquired. "Well, Bud has been there several times at six. Ed came there once, as well." "Ed? That's a big step for him to be seen there," Chuck commented. "Let that be an indicator of how serious he considered the situation to be. Remember, he was facing having his daughter arrested on her next violation. That could be a career stopper in the department," Gloria explained. "She may already have caused him problems," Chuck mused aloud, then said "Gloria, thank you so much for filling me in, and I look forward to Saturday morning at six." Damn, there was that little smirk behind her smile again. Should he be worried? What was it about this woman? ------- On Thursday afternoon, Bud accompanied Kim to the Psyche class that Dawn was also in for the first time. He was quite impressed by the professor, who he later found out was an assistant professor. He was surprisingly young, but his manner, his speech, and his eyes bespoke great intelligence and self-confidence. When Bud led Kim down to explain their situation after class, the professor had an interesting reaction. "I assume it is Miss Winthrop that you are protecting her from," he told Bud. "I also assume that there is a more interesting story here. You are more than just her brother and her bodyguard, right? I would really like to hear the whole story." Bud verified the prof's assumption by not even looking at Kim as he arranged a meeting during a mutual free hour later that afternoon. As they left the lecture room, he could see her about to object, but just a stern look was enough to dissuade her. During the later meeting, Professor Montague asked many very detailed questions. Many of the answers caused Kim to blush fiercely. After a half hour or so, he asked Kim directly "Are you satisfied that your brother is doing the best thing for you? Don't worry about my notifying any authorities. This is just professional curiosity." "I couldn't fix things by myself," Kim admitted. "This seems ... severe, but some expert women are helping Bud. I feel more ... content than I have in months." "That's good," Professor Montague encouraged. "Any chance I could meet these experts? I have a real interest in the idea of benevolent servitude." "Give me your card and I'll leave it up to them," Bud said. "Good. I appreciate the courtesy of this visit and I wish you success with this project." ------- Early Thursday evening, Bud got both Karin and Gloria on the phone while the slaves were relaxing and recovering. "First of all, has Chuck been briefed?" "Yes. It was really fun," Gloria chuckled. "I assume he is willing to be part of their support." "There was never a question." "And you're going to wait with Grandma and Grandpa Lewis until you see how it goes with Chuck, right?" Karin answered this time "We had decided to hold off on all of them. I guess Chuck's surprise arrival accelerated things. You really had to have him over for dinner." "We could have let the women dress," he suggested. "We were very late getting home Wednesday debating that very question," Karin revealed. "Assuming Chuck is very much like your dad, he will be the perfect test case. Julie's side of the family may never be involved." "Don't see how that could happen," Bud cautioned. "The Lewis women talk and visit each other constantly. This can not be kept a secret." "Guess we did not think that part through, did we?" Karin said. "I still had to do it. We'll handle it," Bud declared. "Including Mom is what really blew the secrecy. "On another subject, when we went to explain my presence to one Psych professor, he guessed what was going on with Kim. He would like to talk to you, but I said that was your choice." Bud gave them his name and number. "There are lots of reasons not to contact him," Karin complained. "Confidentiality is the biggest. If it's all right with you, Gloria, I'll give him a courtesy call. I will only tell him that you're a PhD but not in consulting or teaching." "You're gonna torture the poor guy, huh?" Bud joked. "Say, Gloria, are you going to see Chuck again? Maybe debrief him after Friday night?" Caught by surprise, Gloria paused a little too long, and there was no need to answer after that. "Let me guess; Saturday breakfast at D-House, right?" Bud teased. "I have to be there, you know. Saturday's a big day. And I want to know about Friday night." Gloria tried to rationalize. "Is that as in 'hot tub breakfast'? Karin going to be there, too?" Bud continued. Again there was silence, and Bud relented. "Gloria, I just had to have a little fun with you, OK? Seriously, two of my favorite people would make a fantastic couple." "Out of curiosity, Bud, why didn't you say more about him before?" Gloria asked. "We thought he had another year overseas. Since the divorce, he has been away most of the time. He just wasn't a factor." ------- A couple of hours later, Karin called Bud with Gloria already on the line. "I thought you should know this, Bud. It might help in dealing with Kim. Assistant Professor Jason Montague is twenty-six years old. He got his PhD almost on his twenty-first birthday. Now here's what you should know, Bud. He is interested in Kim, especially since he deduced that she is submissive and you are mastering her. That's right. Somehow, he picked up what has gone on between Kim and Dawn since the term started." "You mean interested, as in wanting to date her?" "Oh, he knows that can't happen until the term is over, but yes," Karin verified. "Does that mean he is an experienced master looking for a slave, or another slave?" "Astute question, Bud," Gloria chimed in. "How much did you find out, Karin?" "I don't think there is any doubt he is a strong personality, but I did not pick up anything more. My impression is that he is a nice guy finally emerging from an extended super-nerd phase. It may be that he is put off by all of the aggressive co-eds or staff females. I just couldn't say from our short conversation." "Damn! I guess I'd better have him out for a visit and check him out," Gloria told them, then complained "Bud! What are you laughing about?" "If I didn't already know what a softy you really are, I might be shocked," Bud jabbed. "Yeah, yeah! That from Mr. 'can't turn down a slave in need'," was Gloria's retort. They did not learn until later that she called him right away and invited him out before his first class Friday morning. ------- Jason had quite a bit of knowledge about 'The Lifestyle', but only from a voracious interested reader's standpoint. Actually, most of what he read he had found disturbing or even repulsive. It was largely the 'why' that intrigued him. He found D-House in time to arrive just before 7am. Like every male who went through it, his first meeting with Duchess, as she introduced herself, left him speechless and somewhat breathless. Gloria kept things very G-rated at first, showing him into her office where an employee set out breakfast on her small conference table. "I have become very protective of Kim Haller. Karin tells me that you have at least a preliminary romantic interest in her. Why her out of all of the coeds and female staff you encounter." "I will have to confess spending the first few classes of each term assessing my female students. They are not that much younger than me, you know. Kim just had a glow about her which I assumed was that of a woman in love. I was fascinated and envious of the man who caused that glow." "Soon, she became a real matter of interest because I could see what appeared to be happening between her and Miss Winthrop. When I noticed the physical deterioration, I wanted very badly to intervene, but you can guess what problems that might have caused. Miss Haller - Kim - has something about her that draws you to her. At least she affects me that way. "When she showed up Tuesday with a shorn head, disguise clothing, and an escort, I guessed right away that she had been put in some sort of dominant/submissive arrangement. I guessed that it was benevolent. "I have to describe the impact of her brother coming down to explain why he was there. It made me envious. You see, part of the reason for my prodigy status is because there was nothing else of meaning in my life. My parents have money, lots and lots of it. What they did not have was any real desire or skill for parenting. There is no question that helped push me toward psychology as a field. It struck me that Kim must have an extremely loving, caring family. I guess it has been my lifelong fantasy to be part of something like that." "It doesn't bother you to find out that she is submissive?" "You have to understand, uh, Duchess; as a prototypical nerd, aggressive women terrified me. I have outgrown most of that, but it left me uninterested in that type of woman as a mate. "It embarrasses me to confess that I did not have my first date until I joined the staff here as an instructor over four years ago." "You look to be in very good shape. That's not usual for nerds," Gloria commented. "Thank you. Having to stand in front of so many shapely, fit coeds jarred me from my sedentary lifestyle in a big way. Dating was part of that. I found martial arts to be just the right thing for me. It has changed me physically, but the discipline, the focusÉjust the 'whole person' approach really appeals to me." Gloria's eyes widened suddenly when he finished that thought. Handing him a business card, she asked "Will you email the info on where you do your lessons?" "I would be happy to. Your invitation to visit this place is very important to me, beyond what may or may not happen with Kim. I had already decided to focus my research and writing on roles in relationships - all kinds of relationships." "That's good to hear. I make a nice living because not enough people know enough about that subject. I would be willing to show you in more depth just what I do here. As a quid pro quo, perhaps you could be a resource and editor of a paper Karin and I would like to write about what is happening with Kim. "Tell me, if in the future you should get into a relationship with Kim, would it be as master/slave?" "Absolutely not. I don't want to denigrate what you are doing, but I consider that an absolute last resort," Jason stated firmly. "Believe me," Gloria responded, "Karin and I and Kim's father tried very, very hard to find some other way for Bud to 'rescue' Kim." "While I am being impertinent, with a successful business like this, why would you get involved in this project? It has to take a lot of time and energy," Jason said. "Before I answer, are you a licensed counsellor?" "Barely, but yes. I thought it was important to have that option," he assured her. "Good, then you are under professional confidentiality restriction, OK?" "Absolutely." Gloria explained what she had to do with her brother's family. "I will also have to confess some constant guilt about using my knowledge in such a mercenary, 'dark side' way. A paper would help assuage that, I guess. "Now that your confidentiality is assured, let me tell you the full story of the Hallers." Forty minutes later, Jason joked "I can see why you wanted to do a paper. Have you considered a soap opera script, instead?" "Has daytime TV suddenly gone 'R'?" Gloria retorted. Both were silent for a little while before Jason remarked "Don't you enjoy interacting with intelligent, successful, well-adjusted people? It is too bad they are so rare. We have talked so much I have no more time to see your business. May I have another visit?" "By all means. You will probably see me subbing for Bud in class with Kim before too long." "Don't warn me ahead of time. I'll get too nervous," were his parting words. ------- Friday morning posed an entirely different challenge for Bud. He had decided that his slaves should have the day to prepare for hosting Chuck while they were naked. They would be ordered to do everything normally, but if they found out it would be naked too late, they might be too upset to function. Of course, there was the possibility that having to fret all day could also leave them unable to function, but he doubted that. Kim had shown her eagerness to show herself to him and to Ed. Knowing how she felt about her favorite uncle, he thought the idea would only excite her. Julie would be a different matter - maybe. There was no question that that she had been mainly aroused by having to strip for Bud, rather than embarrassed or humiliated. Ed's joke about Julie possibly choosing Chuck if Chuck had not gone to Germany to study was not completely a joke. She had had romantic interest in both brothers, although Ed had truly been her choice all along. Still, her feelings for Chuck had always been strong. Most likely, what would bother Julie the most would be having to show her present condition. A week's worth of exercise had not made a noticeable change, although the daily tanning had made her skin look healthier. Bud knew that he had to forget all of those factors and just tell them how it would be. Waiting until after their exercise video, he addressed them rather formally. "Slaves, be careful how you react to what I am about to tell you. Red, sore, asses will not make it any easier. When Chuck comes for dinner, you will remain naked." He waited for their reaction, and he got it. They had not seen that he held a paddle behind his back. Neither had felt it on her ass, yet, but it looked suitably menacing when he brought it into into view. "Slaves, who owns your body?" he barked out, waving the paddle before them. When they both managed to respond properly that he did, he ordered them to shower, then fix breakfast. All during the ride to the university and the time in classes, Bud did not allow Kim free talk. He did tell her that he would talk with both her and Julie when they got home. When they got home and Kim had stripped, he had them both stand in front of him as he addressed them in 'master' mode. "Slaves, you both know that Chuck loves you very much. I am sure that you love him, as well. It is important for your long term success that you have a group of people that know what you are going through and are supportive of you. It will also be a group that you will not want to disappoint by falling back into the habits that earned you your slavery. "Chuck will be the first member of that larger support group, besides Dad and I and the two women. We are not sure if more people will be added, and if so, who they will be. To you, it does not matter. If I tell you that someone new is coming to dinner and that you will entertain them naked, that is my choice and you have nothing to say about it. Is that understood?" The 'yes master' was rather weak from both of them, but they said it quickly. "Now, I suspect that your biggest problem with Chuck tonight will not letting him smell how excited you are at showing him your bald, swollen pussy lips and your stiff nipples. Free talk time starts now." He probably should have expected it, but Kim blurted out "Can Kevin be part of the, uh, support group?" "Do you think it's fair for your mother to have to be naked for him?" he challenged. "If it helps her win him back, I don't care!" Julie answered immediately. Then, sounding much less confident, she asked "WhÉwho else might be in the group?" He decided to test their reactions, so he said "Well, one possibility is Grandpa Lewis." He certainly got reactions! Both women gasped and flushed. Both rubbed their thighs together unconsciously. Julie didn't stop there, though. She hunched over a little, jammed her hand into her crotch, and scurried to the bathroom. Fortunately, they were standing right outside the bathroom door. Not sure how to handle the situation while Julie was gone, Bud decided to just be Kim's brother for the moment. "I think if we can get Grandpa Lewis here, he will provide tremendous incentive for your mother. How about you? Have you always wanted to show yourself to your Grandpa, too?" "Bud!" She tried to protest. Then, she giggled and admitted "Yeah, that's been kind of a fantasy for me, too." About then, Julie returned, so Bud kept pushing "Another possibility is Ron." Julie looked like she might need another trip to the bathroom, but Kim just frowned. "You don't like that idea, Kim? Your mother seems to." "I think Jess already has a collar on Ron," Kim blurted out. "Or maybe a cock ring. What would be the point?" "Hmmmm. You always seem to get along well with him," Bud opined. "Oh, he's a great guy, don't get me wrong," Kim tried to explain. "But if this group is for support, he should beÉI don't knowÉit's justÉ" "It should be someone strong like Dad or Chuck or Grandpa Lewis, you mean?" he offered. "Yes! Or you!" "So, you don't want to show your bare pussy to any wimps, even if they are nice guys, huh?" he teased. Kim looked over at her mother a little fearfully, then nodded her head. "Do you really consider Kevin strong enough, or do you just want him back so badly you'll try anything?" Bud demanded. Kim looked angry at first, then went thoughtful for a while. Finally, her shoulders slumped. "IÉI've wondered if he could ever keep me from, uh, getting out of control again." "Kim, your mother's relationship with Ron is pretty special. She would love to be naked for him. If we decide he is to be part of the support group, you will just have to go along. Remember, it's not your body right now. Besides, I can't believe you won't enjoy showing yourself to him." He thought about bringing up the issue of Julie's sisters, but decided that they had enough to deal with. "OK. No decisions have been made except for inviting Chuck tonight. "Right now, I'm going to shave your pussies again. As long as Chuck will be seeing those sexy pussy lips of mine, I want them as bare and smooth as they can be." "After you are shaved, go fix your usual nice meal. Do your hair, powder your noses, rouge your nipples. You may even want to oil your pussies a little so they shine for him. Get ready for some fantasy fulfillment. Slaves, free talk time is over." ------- It is difficult enough trying to anticipate how a potentially stressful interaction will play out when you know who will be involved. When an unexpected arrival shows, things get even more unpredictable. Cassie's arrival with her father was certainly welcome. She had to decide whether to run and hug Kim or Bud. Since Kim was uncharacteristically frozen, Bud got the honor. Kim regained control quickly, though, and almost ripped Cassie away from Bud. Then, she proceeded to soak Cassie's blouse with her tears. In retrospect, the joy of seeing Cassie for the first time in months was an excellent way to divert everyone's attention from the main issue. Chuck must have thought out his entry carefully. He waited for the hubbub over Cassie's arrival to die down a little. Then he walked up to Julie, took her face in his hands, and kissed her gently. "Julie, this is such an unbelievable situation that I don't know what to do or say. I just hope that your life will get back to the happiness you deserve." Bud had to hurry to reassure Chuck that he had done nothing wrong because Julie scampered off to the powder room without as much as an 'excuse me'. Everyone worked hard to keep their laughter down so Julie would not hear it. Bud suggested that they all disperse before she reappeared. Apparently, Chuck's tenderness toward her mom obliterated any restraint Kim might have had. She plastered herself to him and pulled his head down for a scorching kiss. Then she towed him to a couch and sat right on his lap. The tears came immediately, along with several apologies. Cassie had sat down next to them and stroked Kim comfortingly. After a minor scramble to set an extra place for Cassie, dinner was served. Julie took the primary serving role, and in the process, she took every opportunity - no, she MADE opportunities - to show her body to Chuck. Chuck's look of shock and concern after one poorly acted out bent over rear display was Ed's assurance that Chuck was guilty of nothing but following the script. But Julie!! All through the meal and the casual chat afterwards, Julie looked upbeat - almost giddy. Just from her demeanor, an observer could have picked her as the youngest of the three women. Probably because he was uncomfortable with Julie's antics, Chuck departed after a decent visit following the meal. Cassie had driven her rental so she could visit with Kim a while longer. When Bud went down to his room, he heard the girls chatting away on the couch, with his mom asleep in his bed. He went upstairs to Kim's room and fell asleep. Cool air on his penis awakened him considerably later. While he was still trying to relate to that feeling, a mouth that he quickly recognized as Cassie's was kissing him hotly and his penis was now warm from her hand. It was also swelling rapidly. Given Cassie's statements about being faithful, Bud was surprised. However, his wonderful relationship with his cousin had always been characterized by playfulness and a little competitiveness, even about sex. He slid his hand down her front, intending to slide it inside her panties and caress her pussy. There were no panties. There were no slacks, either. No clothes of any kind. Her pussy was definitely there, though, and it was very well lubricated. "You started early." "Been building up since I walked in the door." "I assume Kim knows about this and will stay down there." "You ordered them to, remember." With a sigh, he lamented "Haven't nearly got this master thing down, yet." "When Dad called and told me what was going on, I thought he was joking," she recalled. "Seems to be the universal reaction." "Bud, it is exactly the right thing to do. I learned a lot about Kim tonight, things I should have known. Things went to hell in a hurry, didn't they?" "Scary fast." Just then, he squeezed around her clit for the first time and she gasped. "Will you be able to, uh, tell Dale about this?" "I have found out that we have quite similar situations. With him, it's his father's much younger sister. She's happily married, but they won't abandon the years they were lovers." "Were?" "We have the same limits you have, from what Kim said. Bud, I want to be sure we have times like this when we both have great-grandkids. We've got a lot to talk about tonight. I set your alarm for five. I told Dad I would meet him at this Gloria's place in the morning before I head to the airport. I just couldn't stay the whole weekend. I need you to tell me all about Gloria." As she was so good at, Cassie wormed more out of Bud about everything to do with the project than anyone but Karin and Gloria knew. By the time he finished telling her about Gloria, she was in tears. "God, I hope it works. It has been so long for him. She sounds too good to be true. "Talking about too good to be true, it sounds like Meghan is perfect for you." "Gloria is sure pushing that idea," he grumped. "And why not? Meghan's extensive sexual experience bother you?" That remark almost made him bolt upright in bed. Then, he remembered that this was Cassie. No one else had ever been so inside his head. "That's part it, I admit. We come from so far apart in lots of ways." "How does she feel about you?" Cassie probed. "Gloria says she has fallen for me." "Of course she has, why would I even ask?" she mock chided herself. By this time, she had him as naked as she was and decided it was time for some release. Neither wanted to know what time they last got each other off. There were long periods of conversation and cuddling in between. Both seemed much more alert and refreshed than they had any reason to be when Cassie had to get up and leave. ------- Ed did not get to sleep much earlier than Cassie and Bud. That was despite the fact that Julie had completely wrung him out with a sexual frenzy unlike anything in their married life or their courtship. His penis had been tender to the touch when he got up to pee and shower after she had gone back downstairs. She had been absolutely insatiable. Ed and Chuck had about as good a relationship as any pair of brothers their age. Yet, for one of the few times he could remember, Ed found himself a little upset with Chuck. Oh, Chuck had done only what he had been counseled to do, and Ed knew that Chuck would never do anything to harm his marriage. Still, the way Julie had reacted to Chuck was disturbing. Even after their incredible session, Ed could not stop himself from wondering if he had somehow failed, causing Julie to get so excited exposing herself to his brother. Rationally, Ed knew that Julie's enslavement was necessary and correct. The unprecedented tenderness between his legs and the several minor scratches on his back and shoulders were evidence that any decline in her libido had already been reversed. He mentally scolded himself for his concern about her feelings toward Chuck. None of that bought him any sleep until after two o'clock. ------- Chapter 9 Gloria also had an absolutely worthless Friday night, as far as sleep was concerned. She just could not decide how to greet Chuck the next morning. One moment, she would decide to handle it just like she had with Jason that morning; very business like - demure, even. The next time she restlessly turned over in bed, she would decide to repeat Bud's welcome. She would show Chuck everything and tell him everything that had happened with Bud - no secrets. It was not until she was dressing that she finally decided. Typically, she would spend all day Saturday in her main dom outfit. Unlike the getup in which she greeted Bud, her usual was not 'R' rated - barely. She would dress as she normally would for Saturday. What Chuck saw when she greeted him bright and early was still enough to stiffen any man's organ. Since that was what Gloria wanted to accomplish with male clients, her attire was eminently successful. Of course, black leather was the composition of her entire outfit. Her boots were four-inch spiked heels, but only came above her ankle bones. There were two reasons. As she had commented to Bud, she hated the way the longer boots made her legs sweat and smell. In addition, she had long ago decided on the arousal value of 'accented nudity'. The bottom of her outfit was a modified thong or T-back with the waist piece truly around her natural waist to emphasize her flaring hips and the awesome 'V' of her back. The nearly backless top had just enough in front to properly 'present' her naturally stunning cleavage. Short, fingerless leather gloves and bands around her biceps completed her work outfit. Many female doms chose to be fully covered in leather, based on the theory that their subs did not deserve the view of their mistress' flesh. In fact, one of Gloria's employees went that route. Gloria, however, was firmly convinced that for male clients, all BDSM was sexual. Thus, she used her body to arouse them, and did everything possible to keep them aroused. Perhaps because of her insight, over a third of her clients were male, very high for that business. To her, the underlying theory was very simple and straightforward. People came to her for dominance, pain, and humiliation. Regardless of how well endowed they might be, to most men, constant attention to their erections was humiliating. That fulfilled part of what the client paid for. Leaving them unable to hide or protect their genitals was a perfect form of dominance, as well. There were many ways to deliver pain to an exposed hardon. Gloria's thrill when Chuck stood speechless in front of her was almost squelched when she saw the young woman right behind him. Determined to keep some kind of control, she welcomed Chuck with a quick hug and kiss, then turned and said "You must be Cassie. I'm Gloria. Did you fly in for last night's event?" Father and daughter were both caught aback by both Gloria's audacious outfit and her quick take on who Cassie was and why she was there. Feeling her own shock under control, Gloria told them "This is how I dress for work many days. Come on in. How did it go last night?" Recovering minimally, Chuck got right to what was really bothering him. "I think you need to talk with Ed. I could tell that he was bothered by the way Julie was reacting to me." "Oh. Tell me about it." Chuck spent several minutes describing Julie's behavior. "I'm guessing that she pretty much raped Ed after Cassie and I left, but..." "I also need to tell Ed that I want you to be there for their weekly measurement session this morning," Gloria added. "Measurement?" Gloria described the chart and how the women reacted to everything. "They won't like us being there, will they?" "I can't, Dad. I can only stay her for twenty minutes, or so. You know I don't play airport roulette." "I don't blame you, Cassie. The slaves will definitely not be happy with you there for the measurements, Chuck," she agreed. "It's needed, though. You must realize how secretive most women are about weighing. Notice I did not say about their weight, just about weighing. Not many women take regular measurements, but that must be even more difficult." "So, making them weigh and measure for him is a way for Bud to emphasize his ownership, right?" "Do all you Haller men figure this stuff out so easily?" Gloria joked. Letting out a sigh, Chuck told her "I think it is easy enough to figure out the logic of it - no, that's not right! I cannot really see any logic in the whole idea. Let's say the 'rationale' - a reasonable explanation for doing something illogical." Gloria interrupted with a laugh. "That's ... that's not the Webster's definition of 'rationale', is it?" "Webster never had to deal with something like this," he retorted. "Gloria, how in the hell did Ed ever agree to this?" "Believe me, Chuck, 'hell' is a very good description of what he went through before deciding. Bud, too. This was not just some wild idea they came up with over a beer." "Hmmmm. Guess I never thought Julie or Kim could have any such problems. They have always been happy, upbeat, sexy, and ... I guess 'together'. I've always envied Ed for having the perfect family." Gloria thought for a moment before saying "Now that you mention it, I would agree that Ed's family was about as perfect as you will find. When he saw that slipping away, he had the courage to take action that was difficult, even humiliating, for him." "Dad," Cassie interrupted, "When you told me about the slavery, I thought it was crazy. I thought it was terribly wrong. Part of the reason I flew in was because I could not believe Bud would do something that awful. Well, after a few hours talking to Kim, I'm convinced it was exactly the right thing to do, and barely the right time. "Gloria, I would love to talk to you a lot more, and I'm guessing I will have plenty of chances in the future. I'm sorry for the brief stop in, but I had to put a face to the name I heard from Dad so often yesterday. Oh, and a body. God, what a body!" "Well, thank you Cassie. I really am glad you stopped in. I have a very special thank for you. I'll bet you can guess what for." The two women giggled as Chuck looked confused. Cassie kissed Chuck and walked out. When they were alone. "I guess that was a situation where I should have been embarrassed. I hope it doesn't bother you that I spend so much time in little or no clothes." "I can't wait to let it start bothering me," he countered. For a while they talked about Cassie, where she lived, if she had wedding plans, the usual subjects. After a pause, Chuck looked hard at her and said "You're a little in love with Ed, aren't you?" Nodding, Gloria added "Bud, too, to be honest. I can promise that I would never, ever do anything to harm their family, though." "I assumed that," Chuck said quickly. "It must have been terribly hard for him to stay focused on his wife and daughter while dealing with you." Purposely deflecting the compliment, Gloria told him "Karin's a very attractive woman, too." After another silence, Chuck barely spoke before Gloria. "Did Bud tell you about him and Cassie? Was that the thank you?" "Yes. I had to know his level of sexual experience before he tried enslaving his sister. I was already sure he would end up with his mother, too," she revealed. "Since you mentioned that Bud was here early several mornings, I assume you had him practicing on some of your clients," Chuck stated. "If that was true, you know I could never admit it," Gloria protested. "He was not yet eighteen." Chuck stared hard at her before saying gently "Turning him loose on your clients was not your only statutory offense, was it?" Understanding that he was not being judgmental or condemning, Gloria slumped a little and failed to keep her eyes dry. She looked him in the eye as she said "You would be surprised how little sex I have had in my life, Chuck. When I saw how Bud genuinely loved and respected women and how my size was not a factor to him, I had no defense. When I met Ed, it was only my respect for his marriage that kept me from going after him. Well, that, and I knew he would not respond." "I don't know, Gloria. I don't think even my brother is good enough to resist an all-out assault from you." "But you see," she protested, "I would never have assaulted him. I don't want a man that way. OK, I admit that I was quite, um, aggressive with Bud. But we both knew what that did and did not mean, and..." There was no way she could finish that thought. Actually, the thought itself had dissolved in a haze of arousal. Catching her completely off guard and showing surprising strength, Chuck had pulled her to her feet and was delivering a very intense, very theatrical kiss. He had her bent over with one arm behind her back and the other hand on a bare ass cheek. The kiss was not that long, but it did not take long for the message to be clearly delivered. It was probably not necessary, but she let him help her upright after their lips separated. "Is that the way you wanted a man? I've wanted to do that since the game Tuesday night," he told her. "Yes! Just like that. I've wished you would do that since then," she admitted. "Now, how the hell am I going to get all my work done on my busiest day of the week?" She leaned her head against him as she complained. "How about if you just keep in mind what we'll do in my bed tonight - all night," he told her with no hint of a tease. They stared into each other's eyes, and she saw that he was deadly serious. What he saw in her eyes bore no resemblance to the smirk that had so tantalized him at lunch on Thursday. It was hard to believe that he saw longing and more than a little fear from a woman who seemed so confident. "You want that, don't you, Gloria?" "M ... maybe too much," she stammered. "Look," he tried to say in a reassuring voice, "I know we've just met. I think I share a lot of traits with my brother and my nephew, so I shouldn't be too much of a shock to you. As for me, well, I was blown away that first night at the game. Then, at lunch when I discovered that your mind was at least the equal to your body ... Gloria, I've hardly been able to think of anything but you since Thursday." "Even with Kim and Julie practically shoving their bare pussies in your face last night?" Her teasing instincts were strong enough to overcome her emotional fog. "Actually, I know exactly how Ed was able to concentrate on Julie while he worked with you. His mind has been only on Julie for twenty some years. Every other woman, no matter how sexy, is someone to be admired, appreciated, even used for stimulation, but that's all. I'm afraid you have already grabbed my mind that way." "Damn!" Gloria breathed out as she clung to him through a shudder that could have been a small cum. Gasping, she asked "What time tonight? I need to call Ed right away, and you need to get over there." "Giving me another bare pussy challenge, huh?" he teased, while grabbing both bare buttocks and pulling her crotch against his own. "I see you're UP to the challenge," she retorted, then kissed him with all of the heat she could generate. When they broke, he was completely serious when he told her "You get this awesome ass over to my place just as soon as you're done here. No dressing, no primping, just throw on sweats or something. I've got a heated pool and a hot tub. I don't want to see even these sexy scraps on you until sometime Monday." He emphasized his words by tugging on her top. ------- Gloria had to do her all-time 'compose yourself' routine before calling Ed. "Two things," she told him. "Chuck is on his way for the measurement ritual. Ed, be sure to tell him you are not upset with him. He is worried. Just remember, there was that special mother/son thing when she was exposed to Bud. Chuck was the first outside the family to see her in anything but 'proper' clothing. Her strong exhibitionist streak has only been unleashed for a week. Chuck was the first real 'target', and it sounds like Julie was just unable to manage the feelings. "Ed, women have always had to learn to take advantage of their men getting aroused by other sexy women. Last night was nothing more than a variation of that. Take a warning, though. As far as Julie's exhibitionism, I have a feeling you ain't seen nothin' yet." "I really was more upset with Julie than with Chuck," Ed assured her. "The whole thing just knocked me off balance, I guess." Chuck received a far, far less enthusiastic welcome at the house than he had for dinner the evening before. Bud only had him record the numbers on the chart, but just his presence for the measurements was hard for Kim and Julie to take. Bud had acquired a tool for estimating percent body fat. Even though the women did not relate to the numbers, just having the caliper-like device used to pinch flesh at a few places on their bodies made them sure that the numbers were bad. There was one positive for the slaves, though. Both had lost over three pounds in the first week. That was not exceptional for a first week, but while generally healthy, Julie's cooking was not tailored for maximum weight loss. In almost all reducing programs, the last pounds come off more slowly than the first. Seeing the numbers, Bud still felt that they could reach their weight goals before June. Kim could be much earlier than that. Yet to be decided was whether weight alone was the proper criterion for ending slavery. ------- The rest of Gloria's day only made money because of the strength of her staff. Her own contributions barely kept from costing her business. At least every five minutes she chided herself for acting like a virgin waiting for after the prom. It was James who finally convinced her to just leave. She did not even argue. As 'aflutter' as she was, she was still a strong, competitive woman with a deep sense of fun. When she found Chuck's house, the long private drive gave her ideas. After stripping and walking to the door, she momentarily wondered if there might be someone else at his house. She could only laugh at herself for worrying about that - she who spent a large portion of her life naked. When Chuck opened the door to her ring, she told him "I took you at your word." It did her a world of good to see the lust in his eyes and feel the frantic way he stepped out and wrapped her in his arms. When she felt the bulge of his erection, she could only think of one thing. She was the one leading the way inside, unerringly finding the master suite. "I have been unable to even think all day," she warned him. "I need relief badly. I showered, I'm clean, I'm protected." "I just showered, too. I was going to meet you naked, but I wasn't sure how you would react." "We would be fucking standing outside right now," she promised. "This is better. Please!" What she really wanted was him in her. But she wanted orgasms, too, and this was a man she would happily let take the lead. She knew she should not keep thinking of Bud, but the one time he had been very controlling with her had been incredibly satisfying. It did not take long at all to discover that Chuck was everything she saw in Ed and experienced in Bud. He gave her orgasms, all right - three that she was sure of. She did not try to reciprocate, sensing that if he wanted, he would let her know. When penetration came, she was overwhelmed by a sense of completeness - of rightness. All of her life's sexual experience had pointed to this. As he was building slowly toward his second cum, she erupted again. Some indeterminate but wonderful time later, they lay looking in each other's eyes. There was a sense of worried hope in her eyes that he picked up. "Gloria, if I had known about you, I would have been home to stay years earlier. Stop worrying about if this can last. I cannot imagine what can change my feeling that you are the woman I have always looked for." "It won't be easy working out our pretty different lives," she warned. "Can you really accept what I do for a living?" "I may never understand the why of what you do," he admitted. "I will feel the usual jealousy as other men enjoy your naked body. All I know is that it will all be worth it. I sense your desire to do more than what D-House has allowed you. I can assure that if both of us earned zero, we would be fine as a couple." "A couple..." she started to say, but stopped because of sniffles. When composure allowed, she asked "Can you really have those thoughts in less than a week?" "I'm afraid I am painfully analytical," he confessed. "Every time I interact with a woman, I evaluate her against what I need and want. It has been a long time since I even came close. When I met you, I couldn't even do my check list. I could not think that straight." That generated a huge smile and a happy hum from her." "Just to get it all on the table, Chuck and Bud made me long for you. In fact, one time I asked Ed if there were any more Haller men like him. For a lot of years, I suppressed my sexuality in despair at ever finding a man I could live with. Suddenly, there were a father and son that I yearned to live with but could not. Chuck, it was literally you that I was hoping for." "You see, Darling, there is no reason it should take any time at all for us to know we belong together. For a long time, we have both known just what we were looking for. Will you stop being afraid this is too good to be true? Can we just decide that we ARE a couple and begin enjoying it?" With each of his words, it got harder and harder for Gloria to see his face through the tears. He was saying just what she most needed to hear. She believed him completely. They lay quietly and he drifted off. Carefully, she pulled back the sheet and looked at her man - HER MAN at last! Having heard all of the mars/venus comparisons about how women were tactilely stimulated, rather than visually, she thought it was bullshit. She could feel warmth and tingling just from looking at him. Everything about him was manly. Large hands, feet, and penis. Broad shoulders padded with muscle. Deep chest. Face favoring rugged rather than handsome. Eyes that penetrated and spoke what he felt. Composed, thoughtful demeanor. Perhaps most important, that air that announced that he genuinely liked women. ------- The visit with Carol and Chet Lewis, Julie's parents, was something Gloria and Karin had never figured into their planning for the Kim project. Of course, it was just one of many things they had not figured in. It was Sunday afternoon, just over a week since Bud had enslaved his sister, then his mother. Reluctantly leaving Chuck's house that morning after the most wonderful night of lovemaking in her life, Gloria had spent hours with Karin, debating a visit with the Lewises. The overriding problem was that Julie's situation could not realistically be kept from her parents. The family was too close and the interactions among the women too frequent. After trying their hardest to support every conceivable argument for keeping the Lewises in the dark, they had admitted failure and arranged to visit the Lewis home. Karin was the designated spokesperson, assuming that her status as a school counsellor would give her the edge in credibility. She started by saying "I know that when I called I did not give you much information about who we are and why we are involved with Julie's family. It all started with Kim." Karin spent a half hour describing how Dawn had gotten her hooks into Kim and all of the resulting problems. There were many questions, quite a few tears from Carol, and many expressions of disbelief from both grandparents. Kim truly had been everyone's perfect daughter and granddaughter up until Dawn. Next, Karin described Bud's distress over his sister's decline and his search for anything he could do to save her. She explained how Bud had come to her, how she knew Gloria, and the time they had spent with Bud and with Ed considering possible approaches. "What Bud discovered after all of this rather painful discussion was that Kim is quite submissive. This girl, Dawn, sensed her vulnerability and set out to take her over. Make no mistake. Dawn intended to make Kim her slave, and she would have abused and degraded Kim in the worst way. We are certain of that." By agreement, Gloria took over at this point. She had decided to be open about her business. "First of all, folks, I don't want you to view Kim's submissiveness as an illness or a defect. It is simply a personality trait that she was born with. From what we have been able to discover about your family, all of the Lewis women share this trait to some extent. "Now, the positive thing about submissiveness is that the person has a strong desire to please other people. That makes them that wonderful spouses. They often excel in service oriented professions, as well. "Of course, you have already seen one of the negatives. They are vulnerable to being taken over by someone who does not have their best interests at heart." "Marilyn proves that," Chet said with some heat, making Carol gasp. Gloria was very thoughtful for a moment, decided, then asked "Chet, will you hold that thought for a while? It is important, but it would be better to talk about it later. "Now, this is the part that will shock you. What the four of us came up with as the best solution for saving Kim was to have Bud make her his slave. There are some reasons why it had to be Bud and not Ed, but I would like to defer that discussion, as well. "It is very important to understand that slavery can be for a very benevolent reason, and that is what Bud has done with Kim. First of all, the purpose is to get her life back on track as the attractive good student with a great fiance. Unfortunately, the prospects for getting Kevin back do not look good." Seeing Chet about to make a comment, Gloria hurried on. "Another important goal of Kim's slavery is to build her ability to direct and manage her own life. She was doing fine after leaving the relative 'cocoon' of home and high school. But when Dawn came along and began to manipulate her, she had no clear direction of her own to hold onto. "Now, to show you how slavery can be used to help someone, I am going to tell you a story." She proceeded to tell about her brother's family, their enslavement, and the progress to date. Only at the very end did she say "I know this story very well because that family is my brother's, and I am their mistress. I can legitimately claim to be an expert mistress because it is my business." She then described her background and D-House. After that, Gloria just waited, suspecting that Chet, at least, would have comments or questions. He did. "When I hear slavery, I think of naked women wearing collars and leashes and all kinds of punishment and torture." Taking a deep breath, Gloria responded "Except for the torture, you are a correct. My brother's family lives naked. They wear collars, and they are punished for any infraction. Before you ask, Kim wears only a collar, except when she has to go out somewhere. Bud shaved off all of her pubic hair." "He WHAT!" Carol almost screamed, while Chet's jaw dropped. "I told you there would be some shocks," Gloria said. "I know this is way, way outside of your comfort zone, but there is a very good reason for telling you all of this. Be warned. There are more shocks to come. First of all, why the nudity?" She spent a long time explaining the rationale, answering what few questions the couple dared to ask. When the discussion of the need for nudity died down, Karin took over again. "As we were trying to decide how to save Kim, it became clear that Julie was in trouble. I mentioned earlier that we believe all of the Lewis women are submissive to some extent. You, Carol, married the perfect man. Chet has always provided just the direction - the solid foundation - you need, and provided it lovingly. "Julie married her father, or as close as she could get. Ed is also a strong, forceful personality. Julie always felt content and, we believe, happy. What she was supposed to do and how she was supposed to live was never in doubt. "Unfortunately, with the empty nest approaching and with Kim's problems, Julie lost her comfortable, clearly defined role in life. Ed saw it happening and tried his best to correct things. Because it involved more and more depression, nothing he tried worked. "Carol, I'm sure you know this, but their sex life began to slip." Karin paused as Carol nodded and Chet groaned a little. "Sorry, Chet, but we are talking about life issues for your daughter, here, and sex is an important part of it. I think most families strive to, uh, keep the lid on sexually oriented topics. You have done a good job of it. The problem is, Pandora's box was opened for good when Bud put the collar on Kim, stripped her, and shaved her pussy." Karin purposely used the vernacular word. "I am afraid, folks, that your standards on what is acceptable to see, hear, and talk about will change whether you like it or not." Pausing to let those sobering words sink in, Karin went on. "We had anticipated that Julie might have to be enslaved, but we hoped that when she saw the project to save Kim, she might pull herself out of it. The opposite happened. She saw how Bud made Kim his slave, and she instinctively knew it was exactly what Kim needed. Julie's problem was that she felt lost and nothing was being done to save her." Gloria interjected at this point. "Ed was never comfortable with the idea of slavery, even though he came to believe it was the only solution. He hoped that his relationship with Julie could be restored to what it had been, but he worried that if he became her master, even for a while, things would be irrevocably changed." Karin resumed "We were there shortly after Bud put the collar on Kim, stripped her, shaved her pubis, and shaved her head. He only shaved her head because her awful hairdo was something Dawn had forced her into. "We saw that Julie was near to a breakdown, and it was decided that Bud had to enslave his mother immediately. Before you ask, yes, he did exactly the same things to his mother as he did to his sister, except he did not shave her head." The couple was completely stunned at this latest news until Carol said "I wondered why I hadn't heard from her last week." There was more silence after that, so Gloria plunged right into the real reason for their visit. "Julie and Kim need a support group. A group of people who love and care for them. A group who will be with them every step of their slavery." She went on to talk about accountability and not backsliding. "Carol and Chet, we are here to ask you to be part of their support group. That means you will visit them at home where they are naked. That means we may ask you to be present for some things that you would consider humiliating for them. As an examples," and she described the measurement session and Chuck's presence the previous morning. She again stressed the master's ownership of their bodies and the loss of their own choice. When Gloria stopped, Chet immediately said "It would just be wrong for me to see them naked." Gloria acknowledged his concern. "It is wrong, in most people's minds, for Julie to live naked around her son and Kim around her father and brother. But as I hope I have shown, this was a desperation move, and I can tell you that it is working. Could you put aside your scruples and help. I know it would mean a lot to them." "What do you mean? Won't it humiliate them to have to be naked with me?" Chet objected. Gloria watched Carol carefully for several seconds. She almost pumped her fist in victory when Carol flushed brightly and her breath caught. She felt safe challenging Carol with "Think of how you would feel if it was your father seeing you naked and shaved, Carol?" "I ... I ... what do you mean? We never..." Getting on her knees on the floor and kneeling in front of Carol, Gloria took both of her hands and said gently "Carol, this whole business is about dealing with reality, not with wishes, not with shoulds and should-nots, not with perceptions - reality - what actually is. "Here is today's reality: both your middle daughter and her daughter were in serious danger of having their previously ideal lives seriously disrupted. You son-in-law and grandson lovingly, agonizingly, with help from us arrived at this radical but necessary solution. "Now, I asked you how you would feel if you were in Julie's situation and your father came to see you. You tried to answer the way you were supposed to react. The problem was, I could see your honest reaction on your face. Now, please tell Chet the reality of how Kim and Julie will react when he walks into the house and sees them naked, bare, and overweight for the first time." Carol looked like she still wanted to respond 'properly', but her shoulders slumped and she told Chet "Honey, we are going to have to act like we do with each other, not how we want people to think of us. Julie will be so thrilled she will have to run and pee right away. Then she will climb in your lap and bawl her eyes out for a while. After that, she will probably try to get you to touch her in places you don't think you should." "You're kidding!" Chet protested. "No, she is absolutely correct," Gloria said, and the same applies to Kim. She went into an explanation of daughter-father attraction and female exhibitionism in general. "Perhaps it goes with submissiveness, but both Julie and Kim show strong exhibitionist tendencies. Those tendencies have, of course, been suppressed until now. Since they now have no choice but to be naked, those tendencies are unleashed. Because they have no choice, there is no guilt, and they can just enjoy it, and they definitely do. "In addition, they seem particularly eager to show themselves to strong, loving men that they respect. I suspect it is an aspect of their submissiveness. They want strong men to possess them in every way." The discussion went on, with Chet holding firm in his objections. Surprisingly, it was Carol who brought things to a head. "Chet, Honey, you've done a great job of putting up a gallant front. You can drop it now. It will be as big a thrill for you as for them, so that argument is dead. We'll do it under one condition." Karin and Gloria were first silent because of shock and amazement. Then, it was because of concern over what the condition might be. "We'll be part of the support team if Kathleen is made a slave, too," Carol declared. Well, that was a show-stopper, for sure. Karin and Gloria just gaped at each other, neither having any idea how to respond. Carol grinned briefly at having scored such a surprise on the two impressive women. She got serious very quickly, though. "You don't realize it, but you have caused a very serious problem. Everything you said about Julie applies to Kathleen, only more so. If Julie loses weight and comes out of her whatever it is, it will kill Kathleen. She has honestly tried, but has had no success at all." "But Carol," Karin protested, "Kathleen would have to live at Ed's house. Bud does some very intimate things with his slaves. It's one thing when it's within his family. For someone outside..." "From what we have been able to find out, just enslaving Kathleen would not be enough," Gloria added. "If her husband, Mark, is it?, does not learn what she really needs to be content and well-adjusted, the benefits would not last." Pointing at Gloria, Carol said "Is there anyone better to teach him how he needs to change? Look, Mark is a brilliant man. He loves Kathleen to death and he treats her like a queen. He probably treats her too well. He has money for all sorts of counseling, but none of it has worked for her. He will listen and change." "And you think Mark will agree to have his wife live naked at Ed's house with other men around?" "Kathleen even mentioned that she feared he might divorce her," Carol said. "Now, I can't see that ever happening. But, if Ed was desperate enough to support this, Mark must be going out of his mind. Sex between them has dwindled to almost nothing." "Carol!" Chet protested. "Chet! Like Gloria said, this is reality. You are about to hear a lot of stuff that you might rather not. For the sake of your daughters - and granddaughter - suck it up, OK?" After that rather sharp rebuke, she moved over onto Chet's lap and snuggled. "Sweetie, you know I have been worried about the girls. It hurts to see the happiness they had slipping away. I felt so helpless, but there is a way I can help. If these women say this is important, I believe them. "I am as shocked as you are by what is happening, but you know what? I think it is the only thing that will bring our family back to where it should be. You are the head of the family. You have to get behind this. "Ladies, I have to admit that Gloria has us figured out," Carol went on. "The image that Chet and I show to everyone else is not how we are when alone. We are not prudes. I do not tell the girls as much as they tell me, but I find nothing to envy about their sex lives. I've got it damn good! "Chet, I think we need to let it show how we really are for the sake of the girls." Karin and Gloria shared a look that said Carol had given them a lot to talk about. With a sigh, Karin told the couple "The two of us can't make this happen. It would not work for us to go to Mark, whom we do not know, and suggest that he send his wife into slavery. Here is what I suggest; you come with us to Ed's house right now. You make sure you believe that the women are alright and that they see this as what they need. You convince Bud and Ed that Kathleen should join Bud's harem. Then, you get Mark over to your place and sell him. Call Ed over when you need him. Will you do that?" "You're getting our help without meeting the condition," Carol pointed out, "but I guess this is fair. Can you go the way you are, Chet? I can? After all, the girls aren't wearing anything?" Her hearty giggle after that comment offered even more food for psychological analysis. Karin and Gloria decided they would drive over to Ed's, but wait outside until the Lewises left. In the car, they had just called Ed to let him know that Carol and Chet were on the way. They did not say anything about Kathleen. "I sure would like to hear what those two are saying," Karin chuckled. "Can you believe Carol? Now, I'm not so sure she is submissive." "Sure she is," Gloria answered. "Chet has just given her such good support that she can be open and aggressive." The conversation in the Lewis car was indeed quite interesting. "Now, Chet, when we get there, don't you go being shy or try to keep from embarrassing the girls. You go in there like a stud who is completely comfortable with naked women around. Can you do that?" "Do you honestly believe they won't be embarrassed?" he asked. "It will be just like I told you at home." That brought another groan from Chet. "Just check their nipples. I'll bet they will look like little bullets. Oh, that's right! They don't have any pubic hair! You'll be able to see how swollen their pussy lips are. I'll bet you will even be able to smell them." "God, Carol!" You're talking about our daughter! How can you say those things about her?" "Oh, Sweetie, we women talk about this stuff all the time." "Next, you'll be telling me you want to join them." "Well, I'll bet Bud makes them skinny dip in the pool once it's open. I've been thinking it would be fun to join them at least once." "You mean when Ed and Bud aren't around, right." "What would be the fun in that?" Carol giggled. "Um, have I been repressing your exhibitionist urges?" he asked, not joking. "Not around you, that's for sure," Carol assured him. "I've never really thought about it around anyone else. It's just not part of our lives." "Until tonight, you mean." ------- At the Haller house, Chet played his role quite well. He seemed at ease and genuinely appreciative of the sight of the naked women. Carol had called her daughter's response perfectly. When Chet kissed her gently, Julie did her patented potty dash. After that humorous beginning, there was a very touching scene. When they all sat in the family room, Julie sat right on her father's lap. She kissed him briefly, then pressed her head against his chest and began bawling like a baby. Carol and Kim sat next to Chet and tried to comfort Julie. When Julie stopped crying, Chet asked her and Kim several hard questions about what was happening to them until he was satisfied. Then he spoke to Bud. "Karin and Gloria asked us to be part of Julie's and Kim's support team, Bud. We agreed on one condition. You need to enslave Kathleen, too." Julie shouted "Yes!" at the same time as Bud shouted "What?!" To Julie, Chet said "Your mother believes that if you turn things around while Kathleen has not been able to pull herself out of her, um, depression, it will cause Kathleen irreparable harm. Karin and Gloria believe she is correct." "But Grandpa!" Bud protested, "she would have to move here. I wouldn't be able to do some of the things I did with Kim and Mom. And what about their kids?" Karin and Gloria would have been proud of the way Chet had taken up the leadership of the case. "Why not? My understanding is that if she is your slave, you can do anything you want to her. Am I wrong?" "No, but..." "I can't believe what you must have gone through deciding to do this to your mother and your sister. You are making the family proud," Chet said. He had begun to stroke Julie's bare back, causing her to literally hum. "The problem is in how close all of the women are," Chet continued. "If one of them is in trouble, it affects everyone. Kathleen needs this, maybe more than your first two slaves." Bud looked helplessly at Ed, seeing only his father's patented, unfathomable cop look. Looking almost frantically back at Chet, he pointed out "I can't just go to Aunt Kathleen's house and drag her here. Mark! I couldn't do something like this to him." "Mark will bring Kathleen here and ask you to make her your slave," Chet proclaimed. "As soon as we leave here, we are going to arrange that. Look, Mark is a genius. He must know how bad things have gotten with Kathleen. If even your dad couldn't fix it himself, Mark must know that he has no hope." At that point, Julie dashed across to Bud, knelt in front of him and pled "Permission to speak, Master." "Free talk time, Slave Julie," Bud declared. "Slave Kim, too." The words were hardly out of Bud's mouth when it all just poured out of Julie. "Please, Bud! Please! Kathleen is hurting so badly. She is afraid Mark will stop loving her. I think that was part of my problem - worrying about her." "That means another man that will see you," Bud warned. "Mark will be part of the support team. He will be invited here often." "I don't care! I don't care! She's my sister! She needs help!" was Julie's answer. "Besides, you already told us it doesn't matter what we think. You will decide who gets to see us." "It is good that you understand that," Bud acknowledged, "although I'll bet you are more eager than worried. Kim, too. Slaves, free talk time is over." To Ed, Bud said "Aren't you worried that things are getting out of hand, Dad?" "Oh, I worried about that from the time you put the collar on Kim. I guess we just did not figure out all of the ramifications of this project, but I don't see how we can back out, now. You're the one carrying most of the load. How do you feel about it?" "Well, I'd love to help Aunt Kathleen, but ... I had enough trouble doing those things to your wife." Carol spoke up "Bud, Honey, I'm sure Kathleen will react just as positively as your mother did. I know I would." "Carol!" Chet exclaimed. "Well, it's true. Mark better be waiting in a bedroom here when Bud gets done shaving Kathleen." Carol and Chet went to Kathleen's house. On the way, they concocted a plot to get Mark away with Chet while mother and daughter talked. Karin and Gloria convinced Ed to drive along after them and meet with Mark right away. As it turned out, Mark had been holding in an awful lot. When Ed told his story, Mark broke down. Just like that, he decided. Ed tried to caution him about the coming intimacy between Bud and his wife, but Mark's response was "You thought it was worth it, didn't you? I know you, Ed. You would never make that decision without a lot of study, and only if there was no other way. I am at least as worried as you were. I'm taking Kathleen to your house right now. I'll make something up. I'll explain it to the kids later." "Uh, Mark, don't let her pee before she comes over. Oh, and plan to hang around. If she is like Julie, you will need to use one of our beds later." "Huh?" "You'll see." ------- Chapter 10 Kathleen was caught completely unawares. Upset at the way Mark had marched her out of the house in a very uncharacteristic way, his little speech in Julie's kitchen left her almost catatonic. Julie and Kim were upstairs, out of sight. "Kathleen, Honey, you know I love you with all my heart. What I am about to do hurts me more than you can know. Things just have not been going well for you, and I have not been able to do anything to help you. As you must know, Julie has had some of the same problems. What Bud is about to do to you, he has already done with Julie and with Kim. As of now, being my wife is only your second priority. You are now Bud's slave. He gave her a tearful kiss and ceremonially handed a collar to Bud. Bud put it on her neck and led her down to the basement. Kathleen's introduction to slavery was remarkably similar to Julie's. The biggest difference was that she had not had the same long-term fantasies about intimate contact with Bud as her sister and niece had had. Thus, the undressing, the bathing, the drying, and the application of body lotion were more disturbing. However, they were no less arousing. If anything, Kathleen reacted even more strongly to his touch. He actually wondered if he would be able to complete the pubic shave, at least without nicking her in a very, very tender place. Her reactions were that strong. As with the others, Bud had to contrive reasons to assign punishment strokes. She was extremely embarrassed about her unsightly fat rolls. Attempts to hide the fat from him gave him a natural reason. After the bathroom session, the shave, the punishment, the pictures, and finally the masturbation with him between her legs, there was no doubt that she was just like the other Lewis women. She absolutely could not keep still because of her arousal. "Slave Kathleen, do you wish Mark was here?" "I've been so bad to him! I've been a terrible wife!" "If you fail to say 'Master' again, I will have to assign more strokes. What would you do if Mark was here?" "I would ask permission to go to him, Master." "Go to him and do what?" "F ... f ... have sex with him, Master." "But you haven't wanted to, lately." "I ... I ... I really wish I could right now, Master." "Mark is waiting in Kim's bed. Go to him." Bud felt more drained than even the first day with both Kim and Julie. Unfortunately, there was no chance to crash. Kathleen had barely gotten upstairs when Karin and Gloria arrived, announcing that they had three single beds in a D-House van, along with all the bedding. Kim and Julie came down from upstairs, just as Ed and Bud were bringing in the first box spring. "I know you'll have to punish me, Master, but I don't care!" Julie almost shouted. She literally jumped up on Bud, threw her arms around his neck, kissed him soundly, and began sobbing out "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" over and over. There was no way Bud could punish her for that. Between the two men and four women, the three beds were soon set up out in the open at one end of the large family room. Bud let the slaves decide who was in the middle. Julie was the obvious choice. That night, Julie would not get to go to Ed. Karin and Gloria thought it was important for both Kim and Julie to be downstairs to greet Kathleen. Karin, Gloria, Ed, and Bud were in the den when Mark almost staggered in. It was his first introduction to the women and they took a while to explain their role. He gained immensely in their estimation when he said "I hope I can look to the two of you for some professional help. Obviously, there is a lot I don't understand about my wife. I don't ever want this to happen again." "We'll be happy to help you," Karin assured him. "Just be aware that this is a learning project for us, as well. Are you already convinced that this is the right move? It was sprung on you very suddenly." "I'll bet you know what happened upstairs because it probably happened to Ed the first night, too," Mark said. "I ... I ... had almost given up on that part of our marriage. A session like that after months of deprivation will make a believer out of any skeptic. I guess I don't really want to know what you did to get her so worked up, Bud." "He did what I convinced him was necessary to establish himself as her master," Gloria said. "He did no more or no less than he did to his sister and his mother." "The introduction to slavery was almost identical for the three of them," Bud added. "I even used most of the same words." With a chuckle, Mark commented "I don't think words had much to do with the way Kathleen wrung me out. Do you have to be a certain age to get a prescription for Viagra? Can either of you prescribe it for me." Everyone was ready for a good laugh, and it lasted a while. As they were breaking up, Karin said "Mark, let's put off your seeing Kim and Julie for a day or two. It would be good to keep the focus on Kathleen as much as possible." "Actually, this timing is perfect," Mark replied. I leave late tomorrow afternoon and return Thursday late. I had to get Carol to be there for the kids. Actually, they'll be at Carol and Chet's most of the time. With both Josh and Sara driving, everything should work out." "What did you tell them about Kathleen?" "I'm afraid I wasn't very truthful. They're willing to wait, though. They know what their mom has been like." "Oh, that IS perfect. The only problem will be no outlet for Kathleen when she gets horny again." "Do you think she will, or was that just because of the shock of the first day?" Mark asked. Ed answered "Incredible as it may seem, it could happen every night." "Can you take care of her, Bud?" Mark asked. "You can't mean that!" Bud challenged. "Bud, I don't think you can understand what tonight meant to me. I thought I had lost something wonderful and precious, but it's back. If not being able to relieve her pent up arousal sets her back, then I would rather see someone else take care of her. If you have sex with her, I know she will consider it a wonderful reward, and I will not worry about any long-term problems." "Mark, I just can't," Bud started to say, "It's just..." "It's just that Kim desperately wants him to do her, but he does not feel he can," Gloria interrupted. "If he did Kathleen, it would cause problems with Kim." "That's not the only reason, Gloria," Bud insisted. "I feel like I am already crossing a lot of lines, here. There are some that I believe have to be honored." "I respect that, Bud," Mark said. "Just promise me that you will do what you can if she gets in another frenzy. If you can't have intercourse with her, do everything else. Please! I think this is critical to me getting my wife back. I would not feel right asking your dad to do anything. Not because of jealousy, but because of his commitment to Julie. Think of it this way, Bud. Kathleen is not fully my wife right now. She is your slave woman, first." "But that won't always be true, Mark," Bud countered. "When the crisis is over, then, what will you think about what I might do with your wife? There is already enough to worry about." Mark just put his arm around Bud's shoulder and gave him a quick hug. It was getting late, but Karin and Gloria really wanted to meet with Kathleen right away. They thought that her initial reactions were extremely important. With Bud's command to be completely honest and open, Kathleen joined the two in the den. Karin spent several minutes explaining who they were and why they were involved. Then, she asked "Kathleen, why do you seem so upbeat and animated, rather than embarrassed and humiliated?" "Oh, I'm embarrassed because I look so awful. But I just had the best sex with my husband in a long time. I've been a terrible wife that way, lately." "Why was it different tonight?" "Well, I got really excited with Bud touching me." "It didn't upset you that Bud was touching you in places only Mark should touch?" "Well, yes, at first. But I couldn't stop him, and it did feel really good." "Are you hoping that Bud won't touch you like that any more?" Kathleen blushed brightly and made two aborted attempts at speech before she was able to say "I ... I don't have any control over that. I'm just a slave. He can do whatever he wants to me." Here, Gloria spoke for the first time. "Kathleen, tell me honestly; do you want Bud to rub body lotion all over you again?" Kathleen could not meet Gloria's eyes, but nodded. "Do you want him to shave your pussy again?" An even brighter blush accompanied that nod. "Do you want Bud to fuck you?" That made Kathleen gasp, then she started to cry softly. "You have such beautiful bodies. When you look like I do, if someone you like is willing, it is hard to turn them down." "Don't you think Mark would be hurt? Angry?" "Y ... yeah. That's why I couldn't let Bud. I don't think he would try, anyway." "Oh, why do you say that?" Gloria probed. "Because of your weight?" "I just think Bud is too, um, how do I say it? Principled. That's why." "But not too principled to touch you like he already has?" "I guess that is just part of having a slave," Kathleen stated. "How do feel about having to be a slave? Does it make you angry?" "Oh, no! Bud is going to make me sexy again. I can't be angry about that!" "You know, don't you, that more men are going to see you naked? How does that make you feel?" "Wh ... who else?" "Ed's brother, Chuck, for one. He is part of Kim and Julie's support group." Gloria took time to explain that idea. Karin and Gloria watched Kathleen very closely as Karin said "Your father will be part of the support group, too. He will see you often." The flush, the nostril flare, and the unconscious thigh squeeze were what they had expected to see, and they were not disappointed. "M ... Mom and Dad talked Mark into this, didn't they?" When Karin nodded, Kathleen told them "That is just so unlike them. I don't understand it." Gloria told her the whole story of their session with the Lewises. "We are thinking about your brother, but we have not decided yet." Kathleen's reaction said that she hoped Ron would be included. Her next comment showed great understanding. "Ron's not like the other men. He's like us girls." "Does that mean he shouldn't be in the support group?" "I'd like it if he was," Kathleen admitted. "He wouldn't see anything he hadn't seen before, anyway," Gloria said offhandedly, and Kathleen took the bait. "It's not the same. Back then, we were only ... ahhh ... ummm... !" "How about Jess? Do you mind her seeing you?" "Oh, Jess is nice. She's more like Dad." "What about Marilyn and Gene?" "NO! NO! Please! I mean, Marilyn's fine, but not Gene. She should divorce him! He's an asshole!" "That seems to be the official Lewis family opinion," Karin agreed. "So, Kathleen, what is your overall feeling about becoming Bud's slave?" Gloria asked. The response was immediate. "It's the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. I have hope that I can be the sexy wife I want to be. I get to do something important with my sister. I don't have to worry about what I should be doing today or tomorrow or next week." "And you love running around naked, right?" Gloria added. Kathleen's reply was rather belligerent. "Yes, I do! It was so much fun when we were little girls. I guess we never got it out of our system back then. Now, we get the perfect excuse." "When your pubic hair gets scratchy, do you want it to grow back, or should Bud shave you again?" The blush said more than the words. "That's my master's decision." Bud finally ordered the slaves to their new beds, although he was prepared to grant them all of the time they needed to chat and come down from the day. Besides, he needed a shower. He had just stepped under the spray when the shower door opened and Kim backed in. "Master Bud," she said over the noise of the water, "your slave requests the privilege of washing her master. Slaves Julie and Kathleen have requested to share my punishment if this request displeases you." Just once, Bud wished he could be really ready for what the women came up with. On the other hand, one of the reasons he loved them all was their spirit. The question at hand, though, was whether he should let Kim wash him. It was a certainty that she would soon be fondling his hard cock. What would that do to his status as her master? Where was Gloria when he really needed her opinion? Pushing down the panic, he tried to look at it logically. Washing him in the shower was definitely a type of task a slave might be ordered to do. It would be a way to 'even things up' as far as exposure and touching, while maintaining a credible master/slave relationship. Was his horniness thinking for him, or did this all make sense. He damn sure was going to get himself off. It was just as sure that she would eagerly do it for him. In a way, Kim had been the neglected one that day. She was, after all, the reason the whole circus got started. There was no doubt that his giving in would make her day - her month - her year, maybe. What about incest? Hah! That was more and more becoming just a word. "Slave Kim, masturbate me to completion first, then wash me thoroughly. I will tell you if you need to masturbate me again later." If Gloria told him this was a huge mistake, it would only happen this once. It looked like Kim had a small come as she almost shouted "Yes, Master". Her hands were around his nearly hard cock a fraction of a second after his permission. She knew what she was doing, he was in need, and just the thrill of the situation had him coming very quickly. As she washed him, starting with his hair, her touch spoke 'love', just like Cassie's had done. He was hard again when she finished and he asked her to get him off once more. It took longer, but because he had no reason to try to control himself, he let it happen. "Slave Kim, dry off, tell the other slaves what happened, then tell them I want to talk to you in my room. Assure them we will not have sex, then go in my room and wait." After Bud dried himself, he got the toys that Gloria had given him from beneath some washrags in the bottom of the linen cabinet. At the time she gave them to him, he could not see himself ever using them. Tonight, it just seemed right. He was making things up on the fly, and he did not like that, but he felt that Kim needed some special attention. By ordering her in the shower, he had kept at least the illusion of their roles. He thought he could continue in that vein. As he entered the room, having donned his sleep shorts, he closed the door and ordered "Slave Kim, get on your elbows and knees on the bed with your ass toward me." When she was in position, he took the lubricant tube and began spreading some around her anus. It was a bit cool, and she flinched, but she seemed to understand that this was ritual. When she appeared to be well lubed, he took the slender anal dildo and began working it in. When she began making noises, he ordered her "Slave Kim, do not let the other slaves hear that anything sexual is happening." "Y ... yes, Master," she managed. "Slave Kim, masturbate yourself." "Y ... yes, Master." He worked the anal dildo in and out gently for a few minutes. He checked several times to see if her vagina was lubricating. All the while, he held the tip of the larger dildo under his arm to warm it. When he thought she was wet enough, he worked the vaginal dildo in, warning her to keep quiet. For a few minutes, he worked both dildos in and out while she pummeled her clit with increasing energy. With one more warning to silence, he let go of the small probe and turned the vibrator knob on the large one. He had timed it well, and she orgasmed with groans, whimpers, and stifled cries. When she subsided, it was obvious that she was unable to maintain her position. Winging it again, he grabbed a pillow and helped her onto her back with the pillow under her bottom. This allowed room for the small dildo to stick out without being forced farther in. Kneeling beside her, he resumed thrusting the larger probe, leaving the vibration on. As she looked up at him, he could tell that she was not completely with him. "Slave Kim, is your clit too sensitive?" She just shook her head and he let it pass. "Can you come this way without masturbating yourself?" He let that nod go, too, and started thrusting the larger dildo vigorously. Rather awkwardly, he reached under her with the other hand and just moved the small one around so she knew it was there She had not lied. It took about five minutes, but she did crash into another orgasm, and afterward, it was obvious that she was done. He rolled her onto her side and off of the pillow, but left both dildos in place while he pondered what to do next. Deciding that he had already 'served' her, in a way, he got a wet cloth and a towel, removed both probes, and wiped and dried her crotch. Having lifted her almost dead weight, he got her under the covers on one side of the bed. Going out into the main room, he stopped when the sisters went silent and stared at him. "Kim is exhausted and will be spending the night in my bed. We did not have intercourse, and we will not. I suspect you two have much to talk about. Try not to let us hear you in my room." "Yes, Master," came from both of them, and he went back to his room. It took about ten minutes before Kim managed to plead "Permission to speak, Master." "Free talk time, Slave Kim." With that, she fairly dove on top of him, kissing him fiercely. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, punctuating each with a kiss. "For which one?" "Both!" "Well, you have been a bit neglected today and you are going to have Mark and maybe Ron seeing you. I know that doesn't please you too much," he said. "Oh, Mark is fine. I'm kinda looking forward to that. So, this was kind of makeup, huh?" "In a way," he admitted. "Does that mean it won't happen again?" "As long as you don't get horny again, I shouldn't have to do this again," he teased. "But I'm horny almost all the time!" she complained. "I know, and you don't have a husband around for relief. Did this help make up for it?" "I'd still rather it was you, but it helped a lot," she answered. "Good. Would you be able to do that to Kathleen? Get your mother to help you?" he asked. "Why not send her to Mark?" "He will be out of town all week. If she gets as worked up as your mother did after her first few back rubs, she..." "I got just as worked up, don't forget," she insisted. "I realize that. Anyway, Mark asked me to do anything she needed so she would not regress while he was gone. Well, you know my limits." "Yes, dammit! I do know them. But you could still do to her what you just did to me," she declared. "But, if you two did it instead, I would feel better about my relationship with Mark." "I'll bet Gloria will just tell you to do it yourself. It's just for this week, anyway. Say, you gonna let Mom wash you?" "I think that's going too far?" "If you shave her pussy, it's fair to let her jerk you off." "It's not that simple, Kim. I think that's enough free talk, so..." "Wait ... wait! Can I stay all night?" "Yes, but just tonight." "Can I hold your penis?" With a sigh of resignation, he told her "Tell you what; let's keep free talk time until morning." Almost immediately, he wondered if he had made a big mistake. By that time, though, he did not want to change his command. She rammed her hand into his shorts to grasp his limp penis, then laid herself practically on top of him. "Cassie told me to do this for her if I ever got the chance. I told her I sure would, but it would be for me. Rub my bottom, please." "Kim, will you promise that this won't keep you from being a proper slave when free time is off?" "Yes. I need to be a slave, and I know it," she answered. "If I can just have some times like this..." "Losing Kevin hurts a lot, doesn't," he asked. Her initial silence surprised him, before she said. "Maybe it's just my anger speaking, Bud, but I've been doing a lot of thinking about Kevin. Yeah, I know I really screwed up, but it's almost certain that I would go through a rough time somewhere in my life. It's kinda like he just stood back and wrung his hands, then dumped me when I got to be too much of an embarrassment. He sure didn't go all out to try to save me, like you did. Maybe I'm naive to think that the love of a future husband should be as strong as the love of a brother." Trying to hide his shock, Bud probed "You worked all of this out after just a week of slavery?" "Honestly, until you did it, I never really had a chance to think clearly about my life or Kevin or anything," she admitted. Then, she started wetting his bare chest with tears. "God, was I a mess! How did you ever have the guts to do what you did?" He did not think she was really asking a question, so he took a different tack. "I think you're being a little too hard on Kevin. I talked to him a lot and he was deeply concerned. He was the one who kept Dawn from taking you to what would have been a disastrous party." "But he really didn't DO anything. This week has shown me that I need a man who can take control of me when I need it. I don't see Kevin doing that. He will make a wonderful husband, but maybe he's not what I need. Bud, being naked with you this week has kept my nips hard and my pussy damp. I have the same reaction to Dad and to Grandpa Lewis. That's without even being touched." "And you didn't react to Kevin that way?" "Not really. Oh, I don't know, Bud. Maybe I'm just angry with him for throwing me away, but I don't think so." "Guess we'll have to think of some other kind of reward than a night with Kevin," he suggested. "Oh, I didn't say I wouldn't still fuck him all night if I had the chance. I'm afraid I get so horny I just need someone." He knew better than to respond to that, and before long they were asleep. ------- Chet was semi-retired and in complete control of his schedule. They showed up at the Haller house early enough to fix breakfast. Chet went downstairs when the slaves were just getting up. Kathleen's reaction to her father's presence was to fly into his arms and disintegrate in tears. Having Chet there was probably the only reason Kathleen survived the measurement session. Bud had decided that they should have the benchmark from the very first day. Since Kim and Julie and not yet mentioned it and Kathleen had not noticed the chart on the well in the general excitement and confusion, just the idea was devastating to her. She sobbed against her father after each discouraging number was recorded. She insisted that Chet be right with her as she labored through the exercise video the first time. She even dragged him into the bathroom with her afterwards for her shower. Seeing a seriously overweight forty-something woman revert to naked little girl status around her daddy was an emotional sight. When Chet sat in a kitchen chair, Kathleen sat on his lap, as if she was still an almost weightless eight-year-old. Bud was certain that behavior would be important to describe to Karin and Gloria. Setting what was to become a pattern, Carol and Chet stayed the whole day until school was out and they had to look out for Kathleen's kids. That allowed Bud to go to Karin's office at school for a lunchtime meeting with his dad and Gloria. It had been agreed that no decision would be made about Josh and Sara seeing their mother until Mark returned from his trip. Bud led off the meeting with Kathleen's morning behavior. "What is your analysis of that," Gloria probed. "The girls grew up in a home where clear, loving leadership was the norm," Bud replied. "Mark, while a great husband in many ways, has not supplied that same, uh, comfort level. Suddenly, Kathleen is in a situation where she is totally controlled. When her dad shows up, it hits her in two ways. For one thing, she has been reminded of how secure and comfortable things were in her parents' home. It's like a magnet pulling her to him." "Karin, why the hell did we spend all that time in school. This psyche stuff is so simple," Gloria joked. "What's the other reason, Bud?" "When they were little, it was a source of great satisfaction and excitement for the girls to show their bare bodies to their daddy. When they are forced to do it during a time of great stress, it becomes - I don't know - like a return to the comfort and security of the past. Oh, and there is more than a little natural exhibitionism involved." "I would say he nailed it," Karin declared, to Gloria's nod. "Since you remember it so clearly, I think you should tell that to Mark at one of our first sessions." "Oh. OK. Now, I need your opinion on what happened between Kim and me last night." A little nervous because his father was there, Bud nevertheless recounted their session in great detail." When he finished, Karin had to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. "Did I screw things up badly?" Bud asked. "I don't think so," Gloria assured him. "You did some things to emphasize that she was the slave. You deemphasized the lovers aspect. That was good. Of course, there is the question of whether you should have done any of it. However, you are correct that Kim, the initial reason for this whole project, seems a little left out right now. Not having a sexual outlet like the women is a legitimate problem. I have one very important question." "Oh?" "Are you going to let your mother have a turn?" "Damn! Kim asked that. I really can't. That's too far," Bud looked at Ed as he said that. The women also looked at Ed. When he realized that everyone was waiting on him, he said "Before I agreed to this plan, I told myself that something like that, or even more, would be happening. Son, I think I know what a tremendous effect it would have on your mother. My guess is that it would be very positive." "But!!..." "Your dad is telling you that you will not be disrespecting him or harming his marriage if you do it," Karin said gently. Bud looked around at the three others, shook his head, and declared "I will only do it on one condition. You have to let Kim wash you, Dad." "But I would get hard for sure!" Ed protested. "You would have to before you could ejaculate," Bud retorted. "You can't mean! ... That's ... that's..." Ed stopped and thought for a while. "I don't think it is fair to equate a mother's curiosity over the son she bore with a daughter's curiosity about her father's equipment." "Maybe we should defer this deep discussion for when we have more time," Gloria said. "I'm not willing to accept your argument Ed, but I completely understand your instinctive objection. "Bud, it is my guess that Kim will be very judicious about asking for another such encounter. I am inclined to encourage you to let her. I am also inclined to tell you to order your mother to wash you at least once, but hold it for a low point in her progress. "Ed, with Kathleen's addition to the harem, I think having Chuck on the support team is awkward at best," Gloria warned. "I see this shaping up as a Lewis family project, with the sons-in-law involved, of course. I guess Kim and Julie will be disappointed, but I'm going to tell him not to be around Kathleen. If there are situations when just Kim and Julie are present, then by all means, he should try to be there." Ed and Bud were both nodding in agreement. It was Karin who pointed out "There may well be some of those situations, Gloria. We cannot keep Kathleen's children away from her for an extended time. If she goes home to visit them, Chuck could visit Julie and Kim." "Could happen. Let's put off the discussion about Kathleen and her children for next time," Gloria directed. "Now, I have a suggestion. Jason Montague credits martial arts classes for changing him from a nerd who had never dated to a rather confident young man. It struck me that the focus and discipline that is taught in most martial arts courses would be perfect for your slaves, Bud. I think you should accompany the women and take Meghan with you." "Wow! That makes a lot of sense!" Bud enthused. "Find out where he studies. It may be too far away to be practical, but I'm sure we can find something nearby. It would be perfect if Kim felt she could defend herself against Dawn, too." "Oh, I had not thought of that aspect, but you are right. I'll do the research on this." "Before we leave, let me try my latest idea on you," Bud said. "I believe we should take charge of finding the right husband for Kim. I just do not think she can make that choice properly. Of the three sisters, only Mom chose perfectly, in my opinion. I don't like one in three odds for Kim." "But what about her ex-fiance?" Karin interrupted. "You two talk to her about that in your next session," Bud encouraged. "You will find that her feelings about Kevin have changed. Anyway, tell me if this idea is crazy." When Bud had finished laying out his plan and asking if he should proceed with the first steps, there was stunned silence from the others, except for some sniffles from Karin once again. Gloria broke the silence, saying "Will you please, PLEASE promise to marry my niece? That ... that is the most audacious, most loving, most brilliant plan I could imagine. Do the initial checking out and let us know." Both Ed and Karin just nodded, having no idea what to say. Just so the meeting did not end in such silence, Ed told them "I lucked out. I got the pool guy to come out today. He is putting in a second, bigger heater, cleaning, and filling it. Another guy is filling in gaps in the privacy and putting on a roll-off cover. I know it's only warm enough to be out on the deck on sunny afternoons, but you could have the women swim even in the mornings. A little cold dash to the water would be good for them." "God, Ed," Karin said with a shiver, "It's the getting back into the house where they'll freeze." "Not their worry - they're slaves. Oh, a hot tub should be installed by the end of the week. If they sit in that a while after their laps, they will be warm enough to make it to the house." Ed had just laid out a chunk of money, but everyone knew that mentioning the cost would not be appropriate. ------- It was amazing how much flexibility Bud had with no classes to attend. Kim's class schedule had plenty of empty blocks in it, and Bud used the first chance to meet with Jason Montague. "Dr. Montague, I was wondering..." "I have a feeling that Jason and Bud would be more appropriate," Jason interrupted. "Good. Jason, are you allowed to include a current student as a study subject?" "Oh, I'm quite sure there is no problem with that." "How about as a counseling client?" "Hmmm. That would require some checking. I'm not sure I would want to put myself in that situation. Now, I am dying to know what you are leading up to." "Am I correct that you have some interest in dating Kim?" "I would very much like to get to know her better. I think I could easily develop, uh, romantic interest in her." "Good," Bud said with relief. "Would you be willing to... ?" Jason's astonishment was at least equal to what Bud had experienced with the three at lunch. He recovered quickly and asked several pertinent questions. Bud left with agreement for the next step. ------- Sometimes, it seemed like Bud's main task in the whole expanded 'Kim project' was talking people into doing things. Fortunately, he thought to include his grandmother when talking to his grandfather. "Grandpa, every evening, we have been giving Kim and Mom massages. With the way I have them exercising, they are more than justified. Of course, we go beyond a normal massage, but they seem to consider that a reward, too. "I'll bet they do," Carol laughed. "I sure do!" "Ah, so you are an experienced masseur, Grandpa?" "Oh, I could never make a living at it, but your grandmother appreciates my efforts." "Good. Will you massage Kathleen tonight? Give her the full treatment?" "Not quite the full treatment you give me, Chester!" Carol interjected with mock sternness. "From what we have seen so far," Bud pointed out, "there is nothing her daddy could do to her that she would object to. I guess you would, though." With a sigh, Carol said "I wouldn't really, Bud. I am just so thrilled to see hope for my girls! What happens when she gets really aroused, though?" "She will be taken care of. We will not disrespect Mark and I will do much less than he said I should. I will ask you to leave the room at that point, Grandpa." "Since you said 'we' once, I assume Kim and Julie will take care of her. Can I stay?" Carol asked. Bud just nodded. It might have spoiled the mood, but that probably was not possible. When it came time for the massages, Chet did some instructing as they went along. The women were all on their beds. Bud did Kim and Ed did Julie. Kathleen had to run and pee twice. Julie did not say anything, but it was clear to everyone that she would demand her turn from her father. Bud had warned Julie that she would have to stay and help with Kathleen before going to be with Ed. As it turned out, Carol insisted that Julie leave and she would help. That was a good thing because Julie's level of arousal after her massage had not abated since the first time. Kathleen's anguish over how bad she looked was almost enough to quench her arousal when Bud ordered her onto her elbows and knees. Bud gave Kim a kiss and promised her a reward when Kim told him she could take over and he could leave. He went into his bedroom and Kathleen's screams indicated that she had been well taken care of, indeed. When Kathleen collapsed, Carol came into Bud's room and told him "You need to forget all these limits - well, most of them. Kim did a good thing there, helping you respect Mark. No one will be disrespected no matter what you do with your sister." After Carol left his room, Kim came in with the two dildos and the lubricant, begging permission to speak. "I know you just did it for me last night, but I got really worked up with Kathleen. I cleaned these." He could not turn her down. In fact, it took all of his control to not order her to 'wash' him. ------- It was not surprising that Gloria moved quickly on the martial arts classes, and Wednesday night, Meghan drove to the Haller home and Bud took the four women to the dojo. Both Bud and Meghan were uneasy at first. Given the unbelievable circumstances of their meeting, doing something relatively normal together for the first time was bound to cause a strain. If he had not already loved his sister so much, he would have after that night. Even though she had heard nothing about Meghan beforehand, Kim picked up the tension and the attraction between them right away. Jealousy might have been understandable, but Kim took Meghan under her wing wholeheartedly. All of the Lewis women moved well. Poor conditioning, particularly for Kathleen, made them labor, but they seemed to adapt well and enjoy the session. Meghan, on the other hand, caused the instructor to comment to Bud afterwards. "Mr. Haller, Miss Solberg is marvelously coordinated and moves like a professional dancer. She could be an outstanding student. Also, I sense in you a latent quickness that you have not fully developed. If you have athletic aspirations, I believe I can improve your performance significantly." "Well, I played basketball in high school, but I do not plan to try out in college." "You mean you are just now enrolling in college? Did you spend time in the military?" With a laugh, Bud told the instructor that he was just eighteen. He added "I have not spent much time with Meghan, but I did notice that she never seems to have an awkward moment." After the class, given that Bud had declared free talk time while away from the house, Kim whispered to him "Why have I not heard about Meghan? God, Bud, is she ever a catch? She is so beautiful and graceful it makes me green. But she seems genuinely nice and very bright. You've got to tell me about her." "Well, it's a pretty involved story. Maybe she can stay at the house for a while and tell you." "Sure you wouldn't rather have her stay all night?" Kim teased. The slaves were surprised when he ordered them to strip right away, even though Meghan had come in with them. He chose not to explain, and they obeyed. To Meghan, he said "Why don't you tell the three of them about yourself. You can tell them anything and everything you want. They don't know about D-House, yet, but it had to happen." When Meghan went down to talk with the women, Bud quickly called Gloria to let her know what was happening. "Are you keeping her for the night?" was Gloria's immediate reaction. "I know nothing between Meghan and me has been normal, but shouldn't we have at least one normal date before we spend a night?" "Sorry, Bud. I guess you know what I wish for. I would still like to work out a way for her to stay at your place and try for the AP classes exams." "You know that I am afraid she will think I have more interest in her than I do," he warned. "I would like to help her, but..." Gloria replied "Meghan and I have had many intense conversations on love, lust, infatuation, and how it takes two people with the same feelings to make a relationship. If all she can get is your companionship and help, she will survive and grow." "You just figure if I'm around her enough I won't be able to help falling in love with her. If it's any encouragement, I think Kim agrees with you." "Bud, take a lesson from yourself. You have determined how Kim can end up with the best mate for her. Well, some experts who really love you want to do the same thing for you. Give us a chance." "There's an extra room. I don't imagine she is used to sleeping in anything but her skin," Bud offered in partial surrender. "If she can stay there, I'll get her a car and any outside tutors that would help." As midnight approached, Bud was certain that the talk between the four women would not end by itself, so he went downstairs. When he appeared, Meghan got up and said "I had no idea it was so late. Gloria's going to be furious!" "I talked to her. You have permission to stay the night." Seeing her face light up, he quickly added "I'll show you to the guest room." When he came back down after getting her situated, he told the slaves "Glaring at your master is a punishable offense. Shall I start assigning strokes." He was greeted by a chorus of "Permission to speak, Master!" Sighing, he folded. "Free talk time, then." "She wanted to sleep in your bed." That came immediately - from his mother, yet! "If you let that girl get away, you will be making a big mistake," Kathleen scolded. "It was what, three or four weeks ago that I met her?" he pointed out. "I have only seen her a few times." "But you have seen every bit of her - touched every bit, too," Kim retorted. "And meeting like that worries me," Bud admitted. "Maybe the attraction is all just lust. That's no basis for a relationship." "Humph! Marilyn would agree with that," Kathleen opined. "Well, it's already way, way beyond just lust from her side," Julie told him. "Are you worried because of her past? It's not like you to care about what other people think. You're helping all of us get a fresh start. Can't she." "Look. I don't think Meghan has ever experienced any kind of real respect or affection from a guy. What if she is just reacting to something she never even dreamed about? To me, she seems vulnerable. I certainly don't want to hurt her, maybe send her back to the life she had before." "Gloria would never let her go back. She'd chain her to the bed, first," Kim assured him. "Bud, that girl has talent she doesn't even know about, yet. What better person to help her discover it than you?" "I am going to help her. I already told Gloria I would. I'm just not ready to say I'll marry her, OK?" "So, she can move out here, then? It would be so much better than the situation at Gloria's place," Julie said. "So, it would be OK with all of you?" Silly question. ------- Chapter 11 Sunday had been set for Meghan's day to move in. Friday night brought one more completely unforeseen event for Bud. Mark was back in town, and it was time for the women's massages. Mark would do his wife. Chet would do Julie for the first time, and Ed would do Kim. Shaking his head at the scene, Bud retreated to his bedroom, but he was barely in the door before Carol joined him and started to undress. "Grandma! What would Grandpa think?" "He told me to do this. Now, give me a good massage." He probably should have expected no modesty by then, but this was his grandma! As he worked down her back, Carol spoke. "Bud, Honey, we have never been prudes. I admit what is happening now is way beyond anything we ever even thought of. But, you saw how once the reasons were explained, we wanted to help. Well, even with the girls so overweight, everything around here is pretty sexy, and I'm not dead yet. If it doesn't turn you off to see this old bod, I'll..." Bud slapped her on the bottom, firmly, but not enough to hurt. "Do I need to get the paddle I use on the slaves?" Just like that, Bud was hard. Carol breathed out "Ooooh! Would you?" She hunched a little so her bottom raised up and she gave a very un-grandmotherly wriggle. Noticing that he had gone rigid, Carol flipped over onto her back, reached out her hand, and briefly rubbed over his erection. "Chet keeps telling me I've still got it. Nice to get your agreement. Weren't you supposed to be rubbing me somewhere?" Moving to her head, he started with her face and neck as he normally would after finishing her backside. She made lots of little contented noises as she spoke. "I can see that we made a big mistake when we stopped the girls from running around the house naked. Ron was starting to get erections, and at that time, most opinion against family nudity was pretty strong. Of course, making them dress didn't stop the girls from getting what they wanted from their big brother." Either because she wanted to, or because Chet had encouraged her to, Carol seemed determined to shock Bud. As he worked on her hips, she grabbed his hand and ran his fingers through her well-trimmed bush. "If I want to skinny dip with the girls, do I have to shave this all off? I kind of hate to because it's my last hair that I don't have to dye." When he blushed, she grinned from ear to ear. It wasn't a contest, or anything, but she had started the suggestive stuff. He had read something on the net that had not been done to his slaves. When he finished his grandma's hips, with her still on her back, he went to her feet. Picking up one foot, he raised it and set it on his shoulder. Carol gasped, and stammered "D ... do you do that to the girls? You should." "Nah! I don't think they're raunchy enough to enjoy it like you do." "In other words, horny old broads should not start things they don't want to finish, huh?" Carol laughed. "Something like that. Should I put your leg down?" "Don't you dare! God, Bud! You make a woman feel so damned good. You just really love women, don't you?" "Guilty as charged." "Well, that's a gift. When you get my two chubby daughters straightened out, are you going to start on your cousins?" "Grandma, this is all just a strange set of coincidences that I have three slaves. I am NOT going to make a habit of this. Do you realize how many things I have done that I consider wrong?" "I think I do. But you are willing to put the welfare of others ahead of your beliefs, at least most of the time. That's a sign of a real man. Instead of having more slaves, you should dedicate yourself to loving that gorgeous blonde and helping her be the awesome woman we think she can be. "I know you are probably worried about her past, but we all think it was just because she didn't know anything else. You know, she's not submissive like me and the girls. She just needs a man who values her and will help her be what she can be. She could be a woman you are so proud of!" "Why are you all trying to marry me off already?" he complained. "I'm only eighteen!" "Bullshit! You're thirty-five. Somebody just counted wrong somewhere." All of the kid stories about 'Never-Never Land' could not equal the unreality of what was happening. The loving, gentle, almost regal woman he thought he knew was not that at all. Maybe he did not really know any of the women he thought he knew. Oh, and she was a mind-reader, too. "Bud, Honey. Every woman alive is a sex-crazed bitch at heart. Everything else is just an act. You already know that your Meghan is..." "MY Meghan?" "Well, she should be - will be. Anyway, you already know what she is like during sex." "How would I... ?" "Bud, she told us - everything? I decided right then that I was going to get all I dared from you. I've seen the way Gloria looks at you, too. She'll marry Chuck, but you sure woke up her sexy side. I'll bet it's killing her not to take you to bed again." There did not appear to be anything he could say, so he just kept working her thigh. That did not shut her up, though. "Hope you're planning to rub all the way up on my pussy. If you don't, I'll have to haul Chet up to a spare bed for the night." To prove her point, she begin gently rolling both nipples. "The boobs don't stand up like they used to, but the business ends still work fine." When he finished and stepped back from the bed, she pulled him down and sat on his lap, apparently a favorite position for all of the Lewis women. "I hope you know, Bud, that I couldn't be more proud of you. You've got more love and more courage to act on it than any man I know. If you don't mind, Chet and I will be around a lot, trying to help with the girls." "You've already been a big help. Actually, if you could stay overnight so you are here for the measurement session in the morning, it would be good. The slaves hate it, but I think it is important to keep the pressure on." "As long as you don't make ME get on the scale." "Hey, that's a great idea? We could put all of your numbers up as the target for the slaves to aim for." "You'd have to make me a slave first, Kiddo!" "That could be arranged." She snuggled into him just as he had seen his mother and Kathleen snuggle into Chet. Reluctantly, she finally got up, kissed him, and started for the door. "Uh, Grandma, your clothes." With a sexy wiggle, she looked over her shoulder and told him "They're not the only ones who like to relive those carefree, naked little girl days." "But, Dad! And Mark!" "Two wonderful men that I am happy my girls married. When they see me, they will probably smell me at the same time." With a giggle, she walked out. Squeals of "MO-OM?!" and "GRANDMA?!" erupted before Bud could get to the door. Unbelievably, Carol pulled off a credible runway strut up to the gaping Chet, grabbed his hand, and said "We're staying the night, and I'm so horny you may not survive." Their exit up the stairs was watched in total silence, which was shattered by gales of laughter as soon as the door to the kitchen closed. The euphoria of the the night before was considerably dampened with Chet and Mark both present for the measurement session. Kathleen's second one was no easier than her first, even though it was not a surprise. A cuddle and lots of encouraging words from Mark barely saved the day. His congratulations on her three-pound loss in only five days was taken seriously by her. ------- A major reason for the overall good health and youthful appearance of Coral and Chet was Carol's knowledge of healthy cooking. From her first visit, she had counseled the slaves on cooking to maximize their weight loss and muscle building. When Meghan arrived on Sunday morning, she was understandably uncomfortable, despite her new 'cheering section'. As lunch time approached, she asked Carol if she could help. A couple of hours later, that led Carol to drag Bud into his room for another pep talk. "You must have inherited brains from both Chet and your dad," she said with hands on hips. "I can't figure out why you aren't panting after that girl. Besides everything else she has going for her, she can cook. I mean really COOK! I tell you, Bud, if she gets away from you, someday you are really going to regret it." He had to defend himself somehow, so he just looked at her thoughtfully. "Well?" she demanded, maintaining her stern pose. Scratching his chin dramatically, he stared at her and said "It just seems that your lecture had much more impact when you didn't have clothes on." All he had hoped for was to get some sort of reaction from her and make her drop the stern pose. After all, Grandma Lewis was not the roll on the floor and tussle kind of grandma. At least not until then. With an exasperated little squeal, she charged at him, and he let her knock him back onto the bed. She didn't know. She tried to tickle him and learned the hard way that it was not a good strategy. "Gotta Pee! Gotta Pee!" "Seems like almost everything makes my slaves have to pee," he laughed as he got off the bed and picked her up. "Pounding on his shoulder," she shouted "I'm not your slave!" "Wanna bet!" He knew he was taking a chance, but he did need to make a point that he deserved some control over his love life. Carrying her into the bathroom, he set her down in front of the toilet. Fortunately, she was wearing stretch waist slacks, so when he pulled them down with her panties, nothing broke or tore. Of course, her initial reaction was to cover her crotch. The problem was that yet another adrenalin rush had only increased the bladder pressure. She sat down, staring at him with gaping mouth. Then, her expression changed from shock and amazement to acceptance and pleasure. When he knelt and pulled off her shoes, slacks, and panties she did not resist. When she let her stream go, she gave him a little smirk and spread her legs. "Do I get the bath and the lotion and the pussy shave, too?" "Well, don't forget the paddling and the pictures and the measurement," he shot back. Not appearing to force herself, Carol wiped and kept right on talking to him. "I can sure see why the girls were more excited than humiliated." Washing her hands, she told him "Shall we go and try that lecture again, or do I need to uncover my saggy boobs, too. I kind of like this, baring only the parts that are in the best shape." Thinking he would be calling her bluff, he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, leaving her lower garments on the floor. Julie and Kathleen had come downstairs, and their reactions were predictable. "Just having a heart to heart with Bud about Meghan," Carol told them with a casual wave. As they entered the bedroom, she closed the door firmly. Besides reacting to excitement with their bladders, the Lewis women loved sitting on their men's laps. This time, she got him into the comfortable chair in his room and sat right on him. "You really should get Meghan right where I am some time today. We've all tried to reassure her that she is more than welcome, but you are the only one she is concerned about. Tell me honestly, Bud; are you just holding back on Meghan because we are all pushing so hard?" "A little, I guess," he admitted. "Oh, I know you all want to help, and I do appreciate it, believe me. I guess the biggest problem is that there is so much happening right now that I don't trust myself to make a huge decision like taking Meghan to bed with me. If I do that, she will think forever, and what if it doesn't work out?" "You mean you wouldn't be thinking forever?" she challenged. "I want to be sure I am before I take that step. Meghan doesn't deserve to be played with by any more men." Carol hugged him tightly after that. "You're right, she doesn't. Tell you what; make sure she knows that she is definitely in the running for your bed, and I'll get the others to back off. How does that sound?" "I can do that. You know, Grandma, a big part of me is ready to say Meghan is the one. I just..." Carol lifted herself up a little and squeezed his crotch briefly. "You mean this big part of you?" Refusing to be baited, he answered "Yeah, that part, for sure. I've got to be sure it's more than just that, though." "That's a good thing," Carol agreed. "You're, um, going to have to change your jeans when I get up, cause..." "What if I just want to keep the smell for bragging rights?" he cut her off. "It seems like your exhibitionist streak has really been let loose here. You gonna get Grandpa to take you to a nude beach?" "No, I don't want to undress for just anyone. It's really only thrilling to show myself to people I care about and who care about me. You've probably noticed that us gals are all pretty affectionate. You know, lots of touching, hugging, sitting on laps. Well, those are all expressions of intimacy. The night Kim spent with you, I'll bet she held your penis all night, right?" She could feel his nod. "Well, I think baring our bodies is another type of intimacy." "So, calling it exhibitionism is making it trivial," he observed. "It's more like a special form of giving." "Gloria said you understood psychology naturally," Carol exclaimed. "She was right! That's just how I feel about it. You're a special grandson, and I want to give you the most special gifts that I can." "Well, I am thrilled to receive that gift, Grandma. Now that I understand it better, it means even more." Before they finally joined the rest of the household, an hour had passed. Bud did not change his jeans. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he went looking for Meghan. "Hey, Meghan, have you been able to run outdoors, lately?" Making sure no one else could hear, she told him "Gloria has let me dress and run with her for a month or so." "Well, basketball is over, and I haven't gotten into a good exercise routine. It's nice and cool this afternoon. Would you care to run with me? I can show you some of the routes around here. Before too long, maybe you can help the slaves with running, too. They're just not ready, yet?" Meghan was more than delighted. They spent an hour running, walking, and chatting. Bud thought he had found a perfect way to show Meghan he wanted to be with her without making any kind of commitment he was not ready for. ------- There were still two family members not in the loop on the slave project, Marilyn and Ron. Jess, Ron's wife, had a good job, so Karin arranged to meet her for lunch. She spent most of the time describing what had happened and why. As they were finishing up, she asked "Would you have any problem with Ron being part of the support group?" "Of course not. It's not like he would be seeing anything new," Jess giggled. "Oh?" "Let's just say the Lewis kids did their sex education at home. Ron only had intercourse with one of the girls, and only a few times, but they tried most everything else." "Marilyn?" "Good guess. Ron was never the instigator. You've mentioned how the women are all submissive. Well, Ron is even more so. He just could not say no to them, not that he probably tried very hard when it came to sex stuff. "You know, Karin, submissives like to please, and that makes them good lovers. I don't need a strong man to guide and control me when Ron can turn me inside out in bed the way he does." "It sounds like you two have worked out a great partnership," Karin observed. "I think so. I'm going to have to get Bud alone and thank him properly. We've been worried about Ron's sisters for quite a while." Jess was quiet for a moment, then chuckled. "I'll bet they get Ron naked with them before long." Karin almost choked on her coffee, but managed to recover. "You really wouldn't mind if Ron joined them?" "Karin, I think our sex is great, but it's not something you can just take for granted. Supporting his naked sisters is going to guarantee me several awesome nights. I don't want to sound sluttish, but if Ron ended up in bed with one or both of them, it would not upset me. Actually, we have talked about offering to let Marilyn live with us if she dumps that jerk. That would include sex with Ron. She would really need it, then. "Don't get me wrong. I have been completely faithful to Ron, as he has to me. But it's different with men, and if his cock can help out someone he loves, that would be a good thing. Look, I don't like always telling Ron to do things. Get Bud to ask him to be part of this support team." "I can do that," Karin agreed. "We want to let Marilyn know what is happening with her sisters. Is she free during the day? Do we need to wait for a time when her husband is out of town? Can she keep it secret from him?" "I guess you have been briefed pretty well," Jess complimented Karin. "Gene keeps a really short leash on her, but she is not quite a prisoner. She would never do anything to hurt her sisters, so she will keep a secret." "Does she have her own car?" "Yes, but he reads the odometer constantly." "Then, we'll have Bud pick her up." ------- As soon as Karin told Bud about her conversation with Jess, Bud called Ron and hurried to Ron's office. After spending a good fifteen minutes explaining the slavery situation from the beginning, Bud asked Ron to be part of the support group. When Bud sat back and waited for him, Ron just said "I just couldn't do that, Bud." Shaking his head, Ron insisted "I just wouldn't fit with the rest of you, Bud - You, Ed, Chet, even Mark. I realize I'm not the alpha male type. I am who I am. I've never been uncomfortable with that. I've got a great wife, good kids, a satisfying sex life. Everyone in the family accepts me, and I appreciate that. But if I joined the support group, I would just seem out of place." "To whom?" Bud challenged, not hiding his disappointment. "Your relationship with your sisters has not weakened since your days experimenting in your bedroom." "How do you know about that?" "Women talk with each other about everything, Ron. They are my slaves, and I can order them to tell me anything." This was a 'rewriting' of how Bud found out about his mother's 'sex ed at home', but he had heard hints before. "Let's review, here. You have a gorgeous wife who says, and I quote, 'He turns me inside out in bed at night'; your twin girls are close to you and are very happy at college; you have an executive position that provides a great lifestyle; you're fit and healthy. Now, what is it about you that won't fit in? How will you come across as less of a man than any of us?" "There are several sales positions open at the company," Ron joked to evade Bud's challenge. "I can sure arrange an interview." Then, he let out a big sigh. "Everyone knows that Jess wears the pants in our family. My sisters all need strong, dominant men in their lives." "I'm not asking you to marry them, Ron. Well, rumor is you could end up with Marilyn as a second wife if she ever dumps Gene." While Ron shook his head at that comment, Bud continued. "So what if your partnership with Jess works differently then your parents' marriage? It works perfectly, and that can't be in spite of you. You are important to the women, and your support would be meaningful to them." "Are you going to sic Jess on me?" That had certainly been Bud's plan, but right then it made no sense. "No, Ron. Mom and Kathleen both said they would welcome your help. I hope you change your mind." "Can you come over and talk again?" Ron said when he called from work the day after Bud had tried to 'recruit' him. In Ron's office with the door shut, he told Bud "You really got me thinking the other day. What you said about my marriage working perfectly and not in spite of me - well, I never thought of that before. "Then, this morning, I calmly told an Executive VP from another division that he was full of shit, and gave him the figures to prove it. I've got a lot of conflicting thoughts in my head right now." "Ron, imagine how I have felt ever since I started a desperate search for a way to save Kim. The only things for sure here are the love between you and your sisters, the tough situations they have fallen into, and their determination to pull themselves back up. Your support will definitely contribute to their success." "I've got the application for that sales job right here," was Ron's way of saying he was on board. ------- Marilyn actually found out about the slavery by herself, the very next morning, in fact. It had been decided that when Bud brought her over, he would not give her any warning, so the shock and amazement was predictable. She had been there for an hour when Carol and Chet arrived, and then things got extremely emotional. Marilyn, the oldest, the most serious, and generally considered the least submissive of all, was like an emotional yo-yo most of the day. She alternated between the joy of being with her sisters and the anguish of seeing how much more loving their life as slaves was than her own upper middle class life of comfort with a borderline abusive husband. It was very difficult to get herself under control so Bud could take her home. The next morning when Bud arrived to pick her up, Marilyn was hurriedly packing bags and clothes into her car. "I'm leaving him, Bud. I found a lawyer who can see me right away. I ... I don't have any money of my own. Ron and Jess always said I could stay with them, but they're both working right now. I can't get very much in my car, and he'll probably throw away the rest." "Marilyn, don't you worry about where to stay or getting your things. I'll take care of it. You go see your lawyer, then drive to our house. You're not alone, understand?" "Th ... that's why I'm finally leaving." She showed Bud more things that she wanted to take, and he packed them in his car while he made frantic calls to Chet and to Gloria. Chet was going to drop Carol at the lawyer's office to be with Marilyn while he came to Marilyn's to get more of her belongings. Gloria was going to take Kim to class. For the first time, Bud could really see the value of a Blue Tooth headset, and wished he had one. It seemed like he went from phone call to phone call, even while he was trying to carry things. "Gloria, I haven't talked to Dad, but here's what I think. With Mom and Kathleen, this whole slavery thing has been almost like reverting to childhood days for them. Even Grandma has entered in. I know our house is crowded, but I'll bet if we put another bed down with the slaves, it would be the best thing for Marilyn right now. She can exercise with them, go to martial arts with them - relive a bit of childhood like they seem to be doing. I'll bet Grandma and Grandpa will store any of her stuff. She doesn't seem to have much. Oh, another thing, she says she has no money of her own, so she needs somewhere free." Gloria chuckled before she answered "Once again, Bud, your analysis is right on. One thing you forgot to mention is that she will want to strip with her sisters. You may even have to paddle her." She broke into a giggle after that. "Oh, how long will it take to build another bathroom down there?" "Mom and Kathleen are already using the master bath and the powder room. There's a toilet in the laundry room, too," he explained. "Kim could share the upstairs bath with Meghan. The thing is, Gloria, all this stuff just gets worked out. I can't believe how smoothly everything goes with all of those people around all the time." "Where is Marilyn going after the lawyer?" "I told her to go to our house." "Let's do what you suggested. I'll have one of my people drop off another bed. Just tell her that is where she will be staying." "Uh, before you do that, Gloria, maybe we should let the three sisters use those beds and put Kim somewhere else." "Like in your bed, you mean? No! Meghan goes there," Gloria corrected herself. "I see what you're saying, though. With Kim and Julie, there was nice camaraderie. When Kathleen came, Kim became a 'third wheel', in a way. With all three sisters, it will be even worse for her. Let's see, there are three bedrooms upstairs, right? Why don't you, Kim, and Meghan use them. Carol and Chet will be staying over a lot, and the 'family restored' aspect should make everyone happy." "That wouldn't leave anywhere for Mark and Kathleen to get together, though." "Then get Meghan into your bed where she so desperately wants to be." Before his last talk with his grandma, Bud might have bristled at Gloria's aggressiveness, but he took it in stride. "So, it would be like the slaves. I'd be forced out of necessity to something I really want to do." "You do want to? That's wonderful, Bud!" He could hear the catch in her voice, and there was no way he could say anything negative. "Gloria, she is your niece. How could any man not want to share a bed with her?" "God! I'm starting to beg. I'm sorry, Bud. You know, I would never beg for anything for myself," Gloria apologized. "I know. You've done a miracle with her, and you're just aching for the happy ending. You've got a good idea on the rooms, though. I think Kim will appreciate it." The next call was to Ed. He understood the reasoning, even though his highly valued peace and quiet was even farther out of reach. "Dad, I think you are going to be amazed that Mom is going to change even faster. I'll bet those three are going to be like ten-year-olds." "I think it will be a good step toward our goal," Ed agreed. "That's good thinking about Kim, by the way. All of this is only for a few months at the most, anyway." ------- Ebullient. Giddy. Over the moon. A lot of descriptions could be used for the mood at the Haller house as the three sisters got settled into the new arrangement. Even Marilyn, who should have been experiencing depression after filing, was carried along. Kim completely broke slave protocol and laid a searing kiss on Bud when she was moved back into her room, with Bud right across the hall and Meghan next door. He could not bring himself to assign any strokes. Meghan just watched the general mayhem with amusement, then joined Carol for serious meal preparation for twelve people. Jess, Ron, and Mark arrived almost together, but the sisters did not appear from downstairs until Carol called down that dinner was ready. The ten-year-old analogy played out even stronger at that point. General chatter was heard from downstairs, then a lot of giggling, then silence. When the door opened, Marilyn appeared first. She was naked, shaven, and blushing brightly as the other two pushed her gently from behind. She spotted Ron and made a dash to claim the first hug from him. The hugging, tears, and general commotion lasted for ten minutes before any attempt was made to find a place to eat. Meghan's feelings of being an outsider were greatly diminished when Carol extolled her expertise and the good tastes validated Meghan's skill. After dinner, Bud got Marilyn into the den with him. "I'd like to talk to you, Aunt Marilyn, but would you like to put something on?" "NO!" she almost shouted. "I want to pretend I'm your slave, too. You know what made me decide to leave? My sisters were naked slaves, and they got more love and respect than I have in my so-called marriage. You don't mind, do you? I think I look pretty good for my age." "Marilyn, you look great. I just didn't want to embarrass or humiliate you." "Can't happen. Mom says you have something about you that makes women want to undress for you. I think she's right." "Can you imagine my surprise when Grandma undressed?" "As the oldest girl, I remember some things that make it less of a shock," Marilyn claimed. "That was before Ron started getting hardons, my titties started to swell, and they made us stay dressed when we we out of our rooms." "I hear tell that a lot happened in your rooms, though." "Who said that?" Marilyn mock protested, then gave a patented Lewis giggle. "Dad thought I should be the one to talk to you," Bud said. "You are welcome to stay here as long as it takes, even if Kathleen moves out. We know this could be rough for you, since he controls all the money." "Yeah, the lawyer is not happy that I moved out of the house," Marilyn lamented, "but I have to be here. I can heal here. It's like dialing back forty years for our family. Your dad is a saint to put up with all of this. 'Course, he'll get his wife back, so he's a winner, too." "Is it OK if I just expect you to do everything the slaves do. I won't make you do the Master bit and I won't punish you." "Does that mean you won't shave my pussy?" she asked in a sad little girl voice. "Marilyn, you're already bare. I assume you did that before dinner." "No, Gene always insisted on it." "So, you'll want to let it grow out, then, I'll bet." Unreality again! Here he was talking with his naked aunt about her bare genitals. "Um, it's more important to be like Julie and Kathleen. I can forget Gene. Actually, I've gotten to like being bare. I don't think of it as a punishment." "Well, I think Jess would be happy to let Ron keep you shaved. And more, too," he assured her to a brilliant blush. ------- Bud had always had a good relationship with Grandma Lewis, but it had never been unique. Suddenly, it was like she was in his head. He had stayed in the den when Marilyn left. Carol caught him staring into space, and in a move he had come to expect, she sat on his lap. "Honey, just tell Meghan everything you are thinking about you and her. She is a very bright girl who will appreciate knowing exactly where things are at. If she says she wants to move into your room even if it doesn't last, believe her. Give her credit for the strength to handle anything." "OK, Grandma. I have no idea what to do, so I'm going to listen to your wisdom. I have a feeling the other women are all caught up in the romanticism of young love, or something. I'm trusting that you have thought deeper than that. I don't feel like running right after supper, so I'll ask Meghan to take a walk, and we'll talk." Of course Meghan was more than happy to accompany him. When he took her hand as soon as they were out of sight of the house, he felt her shudder momentarily. Her grip seemed awfully desperate. "Meghan, I guess from talking to Gloria and the women, you have a pretty good idea where my head is at." "I know you're not sure if you love me." "I've loved a number of women, Meghan. Still do. None of them were possible wives. The one I dated that was a possible wife, I knew that I did not love." "Dora, right?" "They really have told you everything, haven't they." "Do you feel anything for me like you did for Cassie?" "Oh, wow! You see, I knew Cassie my whole life. It could never be the same," he pointed out. "Well, how about compared to Dora?" "No comparison, Meghan. I feel much more for you. Hell, I was attracted to you the first time we met, and it wasn't just because you looked like a centerfold, either." "Would you rather I moved back with Gloria?" He had to make an instant decision. "No, I would rather you moved into my bedroom. It's just that I don't..." Why had he expected to finish that sentence? She had jumped up and thrown her arms around his neck and was reminding him what her kisses were like. Pulling her head back, she told him "The answer is 'yes, yes, yes'! Even if you kick me out after a week, it will be a wonderful experience. Honest, Bud, I can handle anything. Well, anything but not getting a chance to be your woman." They walked arm in arm for a while before Bud said "I probably should have talked about this first, but when you asked if I wanted you to leave, I had to tell you the truth. I feel an obligation to help Kim." He told her what had happened between him and Kim. "This is tough on her because she lost Kevin, and while the women have husbands to go to when they get worked up, she has no one." "I can live with that, Bud. I can even help her out. I really like Kim, and she went out of her way to make me feel welcome. I know you have a lot of love to give. Oh, and if you and Cassie want some time to play when she visits, I'll understand. You know, it would make me proud to know I had a man that so many women loved and respected that much." When they got back to the house after a good hour, they found Kim and got her by herself. When he first told Kim that Meghan was moving into his room, he could see a flash of worry. It was Meghan who said "Don't worry, Kim. He'll still help you when you get horny. I can help, too." Kim ended up crying for a while, but was able to rejoin the group looking composed. ------- They did not actually move anything out of Meghan's room that night. In fact, most of Bud's stuff was still on the lower level, anticipating his return to that room when the slaves were 'freed'. It was a necessary precaution for Meghan to have her own room, anyway, with the emancipation hearing coming up. His first night in bed with Meghan had come up so suddenly he felt a little bad that there was nothing special planned. It was almost like Meghan had been taking lessons from Carol, the way she sensed his mood. "Bud, there is nothing you could do to make this night any more special. Just take me to bed and love me." Well, after showering, Meghan made it very, very special for Bud. Her reactions indicated it was special for her, too. She must have been doing a lot of thinking and talking to herself. Her demeanor and attitude were so different from their time at D-House. There was nothing fearful, frantic, or uncertain about her. As before, Bud was struck by her seeming inability to move awkwardly. Now, though, because of martial arts in particular, he understood that her captivating movements were not because of her extensive sexual experience. She was just blessed with a rare natural grace. Meghan was extremely expressive. As they cuddled and stroked each other, just the subtle ways she moved against him conveyed her love unmistakably. In orgasm, her every little sound spoke as plainly as the clearest 'thank you'. As he stroked within her, it was if her whole body was rippling and spasming around him with the thrill of his presence. And yes, in his satisfied exhaustion, Bud wondered why he had been uncertain or reluctant about the amazing woman. The women who loved him had it right. Meghan was a treasure. Being so incredibly fortunate to have her want him, he would be a champion fool not to hold onto her for all he was worth. Crying may not seem like a particularly graceful activity, but she even made that expressive. It was when they were sated and weary, and he had pulled her into a tight, close embrace with one hand pulling her bottom close that she started to cry. Sure that nothing was wrong, he waited until the tears subsided before asking "what brought that on?" "When you pulled me close - your hands said 'You're mine'. It's what I was afraid would never happen." Never thinking of himself as a dramatic person, Bud made an instinctive move that sent Meghan's arousal soaring again. Grabbing his phone from the bedside table, he dialed Gloria's cell. It took a while for her to answer - it was late, after all. "I'm sorry to disturb you two," he said when she answered none too happily. "I wanted you to be the first to know, so I thought it was worth rousing you. You were right all along. Meghan is finally where she belongs. Say hi to Chuck, and here's Meghan." "It's Gloria," he told Meghan. Then, he sat up against the pillow and pulled her up so she laid back against him as she talked. With his arms around her, he let his hands wander with the intent of disrupting her conversation. He managed to induce lots of squirming and a few gasps, but talking was the priority right then. Some indeterminate time later, he was roused by her warm back abandoning his front. However, something very warm was soon causing his recently exhausted penis to spring to attention. Knowing from their first encounter that her passion was not something an ordinary man could resist, he quickly decided there was no use even trying. Their lovemaking so far that evening had gotten energetic, but was mainly loving and intense. This time, he rolled her over, entered her aggressively, and began thrusting much harder than before. He was hard, but only just, and there was little threat of him coming too quickly. His move had taken her by surprise and that had heightened her arousal, already high from the emotional phone call with her aunt. It was hardly five minutes before she came and pulled him along into a few minimal spurts. As they lay panting for the fourth or fifth time, she reminded him "Remember that first day, what Mrs. Morin said about a good lover giving his woman just what she needs? Wow! Did I win the lottery!" In the morning, both Meghan and Bud restricted themselves to petting, cuddling, and kissing, in deference to abused tissues. His first motions had awakened her, and she showed no inclination to roll over and sleep some more. When they got to the kitchen, only Ed was there. He hugged Megan, then Bud without saying a word. He was gone before it was time for Bud to rouse the slaves. By that time, they were starting the day with forms they had learned in their classes, and Meghan and Bud were joining in. To Bud's relief, the women greeted their status as a couple with smiles, hugs, and a few tears - no teasing at all. ------- Because of the way their relationship had deepened, Bud began sharing things with Carol that he did not with even Karin and Gloria. He regularly told of his longing for things to be normal. She always had some humorous answer, but kept digging for what he really wanted to see happen. She always got him down to two main concerns. He wanted Kim to find someone, the right someone. He also wanted to understand his own feelings about Meghan. Everything else that was going on, he believed would work itself out. The important step in finding Kim a husband came that week. Gloria called to tell him "Jason is really something. I know he had already been planning his study of roles in relationships, but he has a great plan for how the Lewis family fits in. He is ready to start interviewing your slaves and all of the other people involved. It's up to you to tell Kim and the others. Good luck." "Gloria, this slavery thing is definitely, uh, moderating because of circumstances. However, I can still tell Kim that this is the way it is going to be and she has no choice. I still think it is the perfect way for her to land Jason." "The more I think about it, the more I agree." It was obvious that Kim had to be told first, and he had to work himself up for it. When he got her in the den, he started with "Slave Kim, I have something to tell the slaves that will be most difficult for you. Professor Montague is teaming up with Karin and Gloria on some research that they think will be important. You, Mom, Kathleen, and the other people involved will be study subjects. The professor will be interviewing you regularly. The interviews will be here, and you will be naked." He could not even think of punishing her for the gasp. He could have kicked himself, though, for never even guessing what would happen next. She made a panicked sprint for the powder room. When she came back, she asked for permission to speak and he braced himself. All she asked, though, was "When will my first interview be?" After that, telling the other slaves was easy. Marilyn asked if she would be interviewed and if she should be dressed. He had no answer. On the fly, though, he came up with "Whenever any of the psychologists are here, including Dr. Montague, you are all to greet them, even if you are not being interviewed that time." After Kim's reaction, he had to make sure she bared herself to Jason as often as possible. It was not mid March yet, so there were two months of classes before Jason could date her. He had to keep reminding himself that it would only happen if Jason's interest in her continued. It was not long before Carol cornered him. "Tell me you were not the one to set up this deal with Kim and the professor." "Why should I tell you that?" "Because that's the kind of thing only a devious woman should do. If you did it, I'm ... I'm ... Oh, Damn! I can't do what I really want to do." What she did do was lay a kiss on him that he was sure only Chet had experienced before. "You know, Grandma, Jason is interviewing all of the slaves. If they dressed for the interviews, he would not get the same response as in their normal slave situation. Kim is just one of the slaves." "Uh, huh." ------- Ed, Bud, Karin, and Gloria met with Jason before his first interviews. "Jason," Bud advised, "what, if anything happens between you and Kim is entirely up to you." He told about her reaction. "That is a frequently observed result of sudden, unexpected, sexual excitement in Lewis women. I believe it also means that you are in the category of men that she would like to submit to." "Because you are the one who started the whole project, I want to do a detailed interview with you first," Jason told Bud. "Well, do it at the house, anyway. I have ordered the slaves to always greet you, even if they are not the one to be interviewed," Bud informed him. "Wow, you are really stacking the deck, aren't you?" Gloria chuckled. "Look who's talking," he shot back. Gloria did not blush. "Let me ask you one question that maybe the rest of the group would like to hear answered," Jason said to Bud. "Why would you set up something so embarrassing for your sister?" "First of all, I'm not sure what she will feel would fit the common definition of embarrassment. My main motivation is to help Kim find a husband. She is not a woman who can survive alone, but I believe she will make someone a wonderful wife. If she was not my sister, I would certainly pursue her myself. "You have expressed possible romantic interest in her. I read you as an ideal mate for her. She knows nothing of your interest, so if this ends up just an interesting study, no harm is done to anyone. The fact that a man outside the family has seen her naked is irrelevant. She is my slave, and I can expose her to whomever I wish." "That is more coldly analytical than I would expect from you," Jason commented. "Wrong, Jason," Gloria corrected him. "The plan may seem that way, but it was born out of deep love for his sister." "Ah. Yes. Look behind the action to the motivation. A beginner's mistake on my part. Bud, weren't you afraid that seeing her at far from her best would, uh, quench my romantic interest?" "I thought of that. If it does, it means you aren't attracted to what is really Kim, and it's best you find that out." "Hmmm. I agree. The risk of anyone really losing anything is small," Jason mused aloud. ------- Chapter 12 Kathleen's children ended up waiting two weeks, rather than one to find out what was going on with their mother. Carol's constant assurance that Kathleen was recovering from her problems was all that kept them patient that long. Putting them off any longer was not a good idea. On the third Sunday of Kathleen's enslavement, Karin, Gloria, Bud, Jason, and Mark met to figure out what to do. "I can't just keep putting them off any longer," Mark warned the others. "Tell us about your children," Karin urged. "OK. Jeanie is just twenty-one and is away at school. She and Kim could be twins, except, well ... Jeanie is in what we hope is just a 'butch' phase." "That's what Dawn was trying to do to Kim," Bud interjected. "Our relationship is not good right now." "Just yours, or with Kathleen, too." "Jeanie sees a lot wrong with both of us as parents," Mark lamented. "I believe she knows that she is very much like her mother, and is angry about that. She's angry with me because, well, because I couldn't cure Kath." "Does she see you as a wimp?" Mark nodded. "Jeanie came VERY early in our marriage. After her, we held off for a while for Sarah, who is seventeen. Again, she is just like Kath." "The Lewis female assembly line, as Bud calls it," Karin commented to laughter. Mark continued. "Sarah's a sweetie. Hell, Jeanie was a sweetie until her second year in college." That almost made Bud shiver. "Josh is sixteen. He's an all-out nerd. IQ off the scale, excellent musician, computer whiz. We have a great relationship with him, except that he kinda walks around with his head in another world, sometimes." "Wherever did he get that?" Bud gibed. "OK, expert panel; under what conditions does Kathleen get to see her kids?" "You mean does she get to wear clothes, don't you?" Mark asked. "Well, does she go home or do they come here?" Bud clarified. "If they come here, what do the other women do? And yes, if they come here, does Kathleen dress?" Gloria spoke up. "I don't know why we are discussing this as a group. It is Mark's wife and Mark's children. He needs to tell her and them how they will see each other. Then, he needs to tell us what we need to do to accommodate his plan." After a moment of complete silence, Mark said. "In other words, get off my ass and start doing the kinds of thing I didn't do that got me in this mess. Actually, Gloria, to be strict about it, it's Bud's decision because he is her master." "Good point, Mark," Bud agreed. "I will just tell my slave that your wishes rule in this case." "Thank you, I appreciate it. I believe Kathleen should stay here and stay naked." "Reasons, Mark," Gloria prompted. "OK. So far her slavery has been too much of a lark. If there is any chance of her feeling any humiliation, it will happen when the kids see her naked." "Taking bets on that working?" Jason queried with a chuckle. "I'd say it's a sucker bet that she will run to the potty, then act like it's Christmas," Mark predicted. "Then why bother?" Karin wondered. "It will do the kids a world of good. I'm going to explain the whole slavery thing to them beforehand. They know the reasons. Jeanie won't be home until end of term, so it's just Josh and Sarah that will be told. Maybe some forced sex ed will awaken Josh to the real world a little. As for Sarah, she needs to see that it is good for her mother. Hopefully, she will get a better impression of her own personality." "What if she decides to strip and join her mother? It sounds like she is a typical Lewis girl." That was from Karin. "Oh. Hadn't thought of that. I won't even try to talk her out of it," Mark declared. "Now, Bud, how much warning do you need for Kim and Julie? Oh, I suppose Marilyn and maybe Carol, too." "None. As far as I am concerned, Sarah and Josh can come and go as they choose. It would probably be best to limit them to two or three hours each visit, if you would, Mark. Kim and Julie will be ordered to remain naked." "Wow, Bud," Karin exclaimed. "Why would you do that?" "Like Mark, I feel the need to test this exhibitionist streak. What will it hurt to have one really nice kid get to be around some naked women who will probably get off on the exposure? Josh will be the only boy, right? Marilyn's two sons are away. If Ted happens to come back when he hears about the divorce, well, he's a super nice guy, too. I'm afraid Brad is a lost cause and may never be back." "So, it's a bit of a psyche experiment?" Jason wondered. "Yes, but it's more than that. Think of how it will help Mark's family if the kids feel like they've been a real part of the healing, and Mark made it happen?" Karin seemed to sniffle a lot at Bud's pronouncements. The others were silent for quite a while. Jason predicted "Kim and Julie won't do a thing to avoid Josh. Marilyn won't dress or avoid him, either. Carol won't skinny dip with Josh around for maybe a week." "I'm writing that down," Gloria warned Jason. "We'll rate you as a prognosticator next week. Say, doesn't it bother you that Kim, who appears to be your future girlfriend, would be so free to expose herself?" "In this context, no," Jason assured them. "There are a lot of things in play here, but the feeling that with family is a place where anything is safe is very strong. I think Carol is the best example of that. Marilyn, too." "Well, I had better go and have a couple of very interesting conversations. I would like their first visit to be after school when Kath is around the pool," Mark said. Bud did not actually have to alert Kim and Julie. Kathleen got the word out after Mark told her. Along with Marilyn, they came to him and asked for free talk. "No. No free talk about this, now. If you don't want Josh to see you naked, you can stay upstairs or somewhere. Or, you can support Kathleen as you have been doing. This may a little hard on her. Or not." He ended with a grin and walked away. ------- Mark went home after telling his wife what would happen. He got Sarah and Josh together and told them "I'm sorry everything about your mom has been so secretive and evasive. There were a number of reasons. Here's what is happening. Your mom is living at the Hallers' as Bud's slave. She is naked and has her pubic hair shaved off." He actually enjoyed letting that sink in and watching the reactions. "Starting tomorrow after school, you are free to go to the Hallers' and see her any time." "D ... don't we have to call so she has time to get dressed?" Sarah objected. "She will not be dressed when she is at the house, even when you are there." While Josh sat in stunned disbelief, Sarah made a patented Lewis panic potty dash. When Sarah returned, Mark told the whole story about Kim, about Julie, and about how their grandparents insisted on their mother's enslavement. When he had finished, Josh kept shaking his head and said "Dad, I can't go there!" "Sure you can. Your mother will be so disappointed if you don't. She misses you. Look, she is doing something very brave. We need to show her in every way that we can that we are with her. You want her back like she was a couple of years ago, don't you?" "But ... but ... naked? Isn't that illegal?" "It is not illegal. It is unusual in our culture, but maybe that is not all good. Pack your swimsuits to school. Ed has the pool heated and open." When Sarah got up to leave, Mark could see the flush and the slightly unsteady walk. He stayed to talk to his son, determined to talk to Sarah later. "Scared?" he asked Josh. "Y ... yeah. I just don't see how I can do it, Dad." "Look, your mother will be showing you everything. It won't hurt you if she sees you've got a hardon." "Dad!" "Oh, come on. We've talked enough about that. Remember all of the problems I told you about from my teens? If you can suck it up, walk up to your mom, and give her a big hug, I can guarantee what will happen." "Wh ... what?" "She will hug you like she is going to break your back for just a few seconds. Then, she will hurry to the bathroom." "Like Sarah just did?" Josh interrupted "It's a Lewis female trait. When your mom comes back, she will grab both of you and bawl like a baby. Oh, she won't even try to hide any of herself. Wear a jock strap if you want, but I'd say just don't worry about it." Waiting until Sarah got in bed, Mark knocked on her door and sat on the edge of the bed when she invited him in. "You probably shouldn't bother to pack your suit tomorrow." "Oh, I'd like to swim." "But you'd rather skinny dip with your mom." "Da-ad! Josh will be there. And maybe Bud!" "Bud for sure, and probably Grandpa Lewis. All of the guys you most want to show yourself to." "H ... how can you say that, Daddy?" "This last week, during all of the mystery, I have spent a lot of time around your mom, her sisters, Kim, and Grandma Lewis. They are all wonderful, loving women, and they are all very much alike. One thing they all like to do is bare their bodies for men that they love and respect. You are just like them, Honey." "But ... but ... why are you saying this, Daddy?" "Sweetheart, you are at an age where you can't afford not to be realistic about who and what you are. I just know that when you get to the pool with your mom and the other naked women, you..." "Wha-at? The other women will be naked, too?" "I'm almost sure they will be. Anyway, you will have a strong urge to join them naked. I want you to know that it is all right for you to do that. The only problem is that your mom may fall completely apart from the emotion. Do you want me to leave work early and be there?" "P ... p ... please. Daddy, this is so ... so ... it's just not like us." "I know. But it was not like your mom to have all of her troubles, either. A lot of things just happened to bring us to this point." "How did Mom end up a slave, anyway." "When I found out about Kim and Julie, I took her over there and gave her to Bud." "I remember that last day. She wasn't happy." "No, she wasn't, Honey. But tomorrow you will see that she is very happy," Mark assured her with a goodnight kiss. "How am I supposed to sleep?" ------- While Mark was preparing his kids, Meghan warned Bud "We may have to take care of Kim BEFORE the massage tonight." "Because of Josh coming over tomorrow? Does that mean she won't be hiding away?" "Hah! Did you ever think they might? Any of them? Bud, they are all acting like they're going on their first date! It's unbelievable!" "Marilyn, too? Grandma Lewis?" "Well, Carol is just kind of watching it all and shaking her head a lot." ------- Knowing what is going to happen does not automatically dampen the impact. Kathleen knew just when the kids would be there, and that was probably a mistake. Bud could have found a dozen reasons to paddle her during the day, she was so distracted. Mark had insisted the teens take just one car to school that day. When Kathleen heard them arrive, Bud had to order her to wait by the pool. Mark had waited in the car so he could come in with them. Walking around the house toward the pool, Sarah broke and dashed to her Mom. There was the predictable squealing and crying as they hugged. Mark put a hand on Josh's shoulder as they stood just inside the gate to the enclosure. As soon as Kathleen looked toward them, Mark gave the boy a little push. The other women and Chet had arranged to stay inside the patio door from the rec room and let the family meet in private. Mark could not help noticing that his son was walking unnaturally, already as hard as he could get. But he was walking. This was a watershed event for Josh, one the like of which Mark wished he could have experienced back then. He was sure that it would help Josh avoid some of the more painful sexual disappointments Mark had lived through. Kathleen was terribly embarrassed about what happened next, and the entire extended family had to agree never to tease her about it. Seeing her son walking toward her, she disengaged from Sarah and turned with her arms out toward him. Just before he reached her, a look of pure panic took over her face. She jammed both hands into her crotch and looked frantically toward the house. Then, she moaned out "OH, NO!", hunched over, turned toward the pool and scurried the few steps into the water with urine dribbling after her. Forgetting that she was standing by the deep end, Kathleen went under and came up coughing. In the next fifteen seconds, Josh became a man and guaranteed more attention than he could handle from the other women. He was kicking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt before his mom reached the water. His jeans were not far behind, revealing that he had not worn a jockstrap. As he pushed his jeans down, they tried to take his briefs with them. The underwear, though, caught in front on his raging erection. Oblivious to anything but his mother's distress, Josh followed Kathleen into the pool with much of his ass showing. Kathleen could swim just fine, but she was not expecting her head to go under the water. By the time she came up coughing, Josh had reached her. He pulled her toward the side and held her tightly with one arm while he used the other hand on the pool edge to move them toward shallower water. As soon as his feet touched bottom, he stopped and wrapped both arms around Kathleen, who had only coughed a few times and was now crying as she clung to him. Her feet did not touch, so she depended on him, something he probably had not considered. Kathleen did not consciously do anything wrong - she never would. She was at an extremely high emotional level. Something very embarrassing had happened to her. Now she was being held in comforting arms. The problem was, this was a very familiar, very meaningful position for her. Many, many times in their pool, Mark would stop in water too deep for her and hold her up. That feeling of being kept afloat by him resonated with her nature. They had a little almost ritual when this happened at night when they were alone in the pool. He would hold her up by her bottom. She would rest her head on his chest and put her hands into his suit to fondle him. He would slip his fingers into the leg holes of her suit bottom and caress her sensitive spots. It was not quite the same familiar situation. It was daylight and Mark was not holding her bottom. But everything was foggy right then and she felt his erection. Oh! Mark was already excited! Cool! Totally unconcerned about slipping under water because Mark would never let it happen, she let go her hold on him and reached into his suit for his penis. There! Now Mark had hold of her bottom. Wasn't it wonderful that he would still put his hands there. It had gotten so squishy since they closed the pool last fall. For Josh, it was an instinctive reaction. When his mom let go, he could feel her start to sink and reached lower to hold her up. His hands found her ass cheeks and held on. Kathleen was just starting to notice that Mark's suit felt different against the backs of her wrists when the swollen shaft in her hands started to pulse. Oh, my! He had never come this fast before. He... She snapped her head up to see the face of her son, eyes squeezed shut, look of almost pain on his face. The mind fog dissipated in a split second. Part of her mind felt horror at the mistake she had made, but part was flooded by love for the way her son had looked out for her. He was such a thoughtful, caring man, just like his dad. A man. Yes, he was, and he was having his first orgasm by a woman's hand. She was sure of it. This should not be happening, but it was, and she would NOT let it be disappointing for her baby. Putting her head back against his chest, she stroked him through a third, then a fourth jet. When she felt a fifth building up, she slid one hand down to see if he had inherited his father's sizable balls. The organs jumping in her hands felt familiar but different and she had a little shudder herself when there was a weak but still amazing seventh squirt. By this time, the caring mother part of Kathleen had fully awakened. Pushing down the encroaching guilt, she kept her head on his chest and talked soothingly. "Honey, keep ahold of my bottom. Don't let me slip down. I need to talk to you about what just happened. I ... I was so upset and confused, I thought you were your dad. We do ... this is something we do sometimes. Please don't be embarrassed. I'm proud that you're such a man. We need to have a good talk about what your old mom is really like. This wasn't supposed to happen, but you know what? I'm glad it did." While she talked, she had not let go, and was, in fact, fondling him gently. Because her mind was so occupied with other images and happenings, Kathleen did not notice what Mark was doing. Looking around, he spotted a pail and used it to rinse the trickle of urine off the deck. Then, he took his almost catatonic daughter's hand and led her toward the patio door. Once inside, he told the small crowd "I hate to interrupt your afternoon. Something pretty intense is going on between Kathleen and Josh right now. Can they have some time alone to sort it out. I think it could be important for both of them." 'Of course. You don't even have to ask'. Those and similar comments came from everywhere. Mark was not concentrating on Sarah, but Carol was, and she came up to put an arm around the girl. Seeing two naked aunts and a naked cousin casually mixed with some clothed people did nothing to erase her catatonia. "Your dad told you what you would find here, didn't he?" Carol asked. "Y ... yeah, but ... but until I saw..." "I know you expected to spend time with your mom, but let's give her some time with Josh. There's someone I want you to talk to." There was a place in the pool to sit with water up to Kathleen's shoulders. They had just gotten seated and Kathleen had pulled Josh's arm around her when Mark came up to the pool edge and tossed them Josh's swimsuit. "I'll pick up your clothes, Josh," Mark called out. "I'm really proud of you, son!" Kathleen grabbed the suit and stuck it under her leg. Grinning cheekily, she turned toward Josh, grabbed the waistband of his jockeys, and said "Raise your bottom." When he hesitated, she urged "We can talk so much better when we're both dressed the same." "But ... but I'm..." "I wouldn't expect you to go soft, yet. That's why I want your pants off, so I can get a good look at it. It felt so good in my hands." Josh moaned, but let her pull his shorts down. He finished taking them off himself. Rather dramatically, Kathleen grabbed them and threw them well up out of the pool. When she had snuggled back into him, she could look right at his crotch. "I'm sorry about peeing on the deck like that. I just got so emotional when I saw you. I think all of us Lewis girls have that problem." "Your daughter has it, too," he was able to say. When she asked how he knew, he related their conversation yesterday. Having an event to talk about was a good icebreaker and Josh relaxed a little. "I guess this was a shocking way to discover that your mother is a horny bitch," Kathleen told him. "You may not realize it, but your sister is, too. Matter of fact, all women are. We just have to keep that fact secret because that's what society expects." "Yeah, Dad has talked to me about that," Josh let her know. "He said that women think about sex way more than us guys do. That's pretty hard to believe." "Believe him, Sweetie. There is no better example than me. You haven't done any dating yet, have you?" "Nah. Guess I'm just a chicken," he lamented. "Well, I promise you that before the summer is over, you will be confident enough to ask a girl out. I still remember those days. I'll bet your dad told you the girls are at least as nervous as you are, didn't he?" "Yeah. Don't know if I can buy that." "Buy it. Believe it. I know your dad has talked to you quite a bit about girls and sex." "Says he wants me to miss a lot of pain he went through," Josh explained, sounding more relaxed by the minute. "Being a slave has made me think hard about a lot of things. I sure could have done more to help your sex education." "Aw, Mom. You guys are great parents. Sarah and I talk about how lucky we are all the time. That's why it was so tough when you got ... I mean when things..." "When I blimped out and got depressed. Just say it," Kathleen scolded. "What do you think of your dad's solution." "Pretty radical. I don't know how you can do it, Mom." "That's just it. I don't DO anything but what I'm told. I think for me to get better, it was the only thing that would work." "Will it happen again?" That revealed how much it had troubled, Josh. "Your dad is learning to do some thing differently to make sure it doesn't happen again." "Did he do something wrong?" "No, Hon, he didn't. Say, if I arrange for you to talk to a professor of psychology, would you be willing? I know you have called yourself a nerd. Professor Montague got his PhD at twenty-one and had his first date after that. I think you could learn a lot from him." "Sure. How do you know him?" "He is part of a team with two women psychologists who are helping out with these slavery projects. He will be out here to interview all of us." "Uh, Mom, uh, when he inter..." "Yes, I will be naked, just like now. Master Bud ordered it, so I have no choice." Josh paused and looked sideways at his mother before pointing out "But you like it, don't you? I mean having men see you naked." "Awwww! You know your mom's secret. That's not fair," Kathleen fake pouted. "I have a much bigger exhibitionist streak than I realized. All of us women do. It's only with men we like and respect, though. I think in a few months, Professor Montague will marry Kim." "Really? But what about that Kevin guy? I liked him." That was a perfect opportunity to recount what had happened to Kim, repeating a lot of what Mark had told them the day before. Just then, Kathleen saw Meghan's car drive in from her tutor session. "Say, Hon, do you remember a girl named Meghan Solberg? I think she was in your class." "That was last year. She had a, um, bad rep. Word is she got pregnant and dropped out." "The word is wrong. Meghan did have a bad rep, but she is a changed girl. She has applied to be declared an adult and is now living here at Julie's full time. She and Bud are in love." "You're kidding!" "Nope. It's quite a story. She was a slave for several months. It completely changed her, and it's gonna change your fat ole mom, too." Restraining herself from what she really wanted to do, Kathleen handed Josh his suit and turned away so she would not cause him to lose the softness he had achieved while they talked. In the house, Carol had taken it upon herself to introduce Meghan to Sarah when Meghan walked in. Sarah was just as skeptical as Josh had been, but after twenty minutes of conversation, she became a convert. The fact that Bud was in love with the blond beauty was the deciding factor. Bud ranked VERY high on Sarah's personal scale of heartthrobs. There was no more activity in the pool that day, so the predictions of Sarah stripping with her mother were not tested out. On her own, Kathleen came up with the idea of the teens running with her after school. She could not go very fast, but neither Sarah nor Josh had been into exercise at all. It was after their first run that Sarah just stripped and went into the pool with Kathleen. Bud was there and made sure Josh wore his suit. "Josh, because of what we are trying to do with this slavery business, it's important that only the women are naked. Believe me, it doesn't bother them at all. Look at your sister. I'll bet this is her first time naked around a man. How long do you think it will be before she stops grinning. Oh, by the way, be sure and give her lots of compliments on her body." "R ... really! But I thought I should pretend not to notice." "Huh, uh. Notice all you want," Bud counseled. "If the women see you looking, don't turn away embarrassed. Smile and let them know you like what you see." "Wow! That's different!" "I guess it is. Your dad is finding out that one of his mistakes is not telling your mom what he thought about her appearance. He was trying not to upset her, and she was upset because she was afraid he didn't care," Bud tried to explain. Josh just looked at Bud and started laughing. "Good idea, Josh. Sometimes when we can't figure out women, we just have to laugh to keep our sanity." How often did Bud wish someone had told him those things at Josh's age. Then, he once again mentally thanked Cassie. She had, in fact hammered home the way things really were with women, rather than what he had been told. Bud watched Josh carefully, and before long, the boy got in the pool and approached his sister. Bud could not tell what Josh said, but it must have been both teasing and complimentary. Sarah gave a little slap at his shoulder, but could not hide a jaw-breaking smile and a radiant blush. ------- "I think the pussy shaving ritual needs a end," Bud worried aloud at the advisory meeting the following Sunday. "Why do you say that?" "Doing it once a week for ten weeks will take a lot of the meaning out if it. Plus, rather than any humiliation value, the women seem to, uh, treat it like a reward." "But sexual rewards are a valuable part of managing a slave," Gloria pointed out. "I understand that, but this is my mom, my sister, and my aunt. By rights, I should never even see them naked, say nothing of touching their genitals," Bud worried. "I'm sure there will be three disappointed women," Karin pointed out. "That wasn't supposed to happen," Bud lamented. "Well, the list of things we underestimated or miscalculated is pretty long," Gloria pointed out. "It appears that not much you could do to your slaves would truly humiliate them. "Bud, I think just dropping the shave is the right move. You are correct, it was never intended to be the high point of their week. I do think you should make them stay bare for the duration, though." "I'll tell them." ------- Mark had been a tremendous support for Kathleen during her first weeks of slavery. Of course, that first incredible session of high intensity sex made him a strong believer in the project. In many other ways, too, the wife he treasured was instantly back. Her physical condition was the one thing that would take time. Because he had to leave on a business trip the day after Bud enslaved his wife, Mark had a lot of time to think. A major goal of her slavery was to lose weight and improve her conditioning. Knowing that made Mark feel guilty. His own attention to conditioning had been spotty, at best. Blessed with an unusually high metabolism, Mark's only weight problem had been underweight. His build was basically good. It was his muscle mass and tone that he did not like to compare. Kathleen would be much more aware of conditioning when her project ended. He did not want her to be ashamed of him. Also, Karin and Gloria had stressed that he needed to be more involved in all parts of her life in the future. Exercise was likely to be a big part, so that needed to be something they shared. That first day out of town had been tough. He wondered how Kathleen was doing. Disciplined and consistent use of his exceptional intelligence were traits that had brought Mark to the top rank of consulting engineers. He berated himself for not applying that same discipline and consistency to the care of his body. His nice hotel had a good workout room, but he had to pick up some clothes and shoes. He wisely did not start on the weight machine, but spent time on the bike and finished on the treadmill. Even a half hour of that left him embarrassingly weary. He forced himself to repeat the session morning and evening for the duration of his trip. Back at home, Mark began getting in the pool as soon as he had finished his bathroom needs upon rising. Always an early riser, he was usually swimming while it was still dark and the water felt warm in contrast to the cool spring morning air. He was only an adequate swimmer, but once he set his mind to it, he made it a goal to improve his efficiency. Mastering the racer's turn took a couple of weeks, but he was persistent. The choice of swimming versus running or cycling was because of the upper body benefit. Already, he had felt very self-conscious getting into the Haller's pool with Ed, Bud, and even Chet there to show him up. That needed to change. Deciding to start with weights, he chose a machine that used bands for resistance. None of the family would ever be serious muscle builders, so the more purist free weights made little sense. If Kathleen should work out alone, he liked the safety aspect of being able to just let go without any danger of injury. It had amazed him how fanatical Kathleen became about eating properly and about exercising. Bud told him that she would often have to stop a workout because of exhaustion well before Julie and Kim, but would ask for permission to resume later. Even when Mark was there, she did not let it interfere with her exercises. He would be ashamed not to try to match her effort. For one of the few times in his career, he restricted himself to 'banker's hours' in the office and refused any trips. The rest of his day was spent with Kathleen or the kids or working out. He chose not to try to work out with her. When Marilyn arrived at the Hallers' and stripped to join her sisters as a virtual slave, it shook Mark. Then, when his own daughter happily doffed her suit, it struck him even harder. He had been talking with Karin and Gloria at least weekly, and at the next session he revealed his concern. "When I see how Kathleen and Sarah and the others are so unconcerned about being naked - hell! how they seem to love it, I get worried," he told the two women. "Because you can't show your dick as joyfully, right?" Gloria guessed. "Yeah. I'm afraid Kathleen's love of nudity won't end when the slavery does. Will that end up as one more part of her life I'm not involved in enough?" "That's a very valid concern," Karin assured him, steering in a more serious direction, "especially if it makes you come across as timid or body shy. That won't help the new position you are trying to establish for yourself in her consciousness." Looking over at Gloria for approval, Karin went on. "I don't think your problem is as severe as you may think. Remember, the Lewis women are in a highly unusual, non-repeatable situation right now. You cannot assume that Kathleen will want to continue to live naked, for instance." "No, but if the right circumstance comes up, she will be completely at ease, even thrilled, while I will struggle to keep from covering up and blushing," Mark lamented. "Although I can't imagine how it would happen, I would like to be the one pushing the nudity. That may be a trivial example, but that's the kind of presence I think I need in many areas of our lives." "Another factor to consider is her reason for enjoying her nudity," Karin pointed out. "We believe it is to please and achieve closeness with men she loves and respects. If, in the future, you make sure she knows how much you enjoy seeing her bare body, it may not matter whether you strip or not. "This certainly can't be the most difficult thing you have to change," Karin soothed. "The answer really is obvious, isn't it. You just have to get much more comfortable being naked before Kathleen comes home. Take your clothes off, Mark." "Huh?" "This is probably a first in the annals of psychological counseling and probably totally unethical. But it's necessary. Take your clothes off." Gloria was nodding approval at Karin's initiative. Karin's home was becoming the preferred meeting place outside the Hallers'. It was conveniently located and she had a beautiful study. Mark looked back and forth between the women several times, looking for any sign of a joke. He saw none. Being a highly rational person did not prevent Mark from suffering normal embarrassment. It did, however, allow him to understand why Karin's outrageous request was potentially very important to the future health of his marriage. "I'll get a towel for you to sit on," Karin told him. At the same time, Gloria claimed that she needed to use the bathroom. He recognized it for the courtesy it was and forced himself to disrobe quickly while the women were gone. To Gloria, of course, nudity was as common as breathing. Karin and Mark did not have that advantage. Taking over from Karin, who was having a little composure problem, Gloria told Mark "Tell us about a typical work day, starting from getting out of bed." As soon as Mark mentioned the morning swim, Gloria stopped him. "That's your assignment for this week. When you leave bed in the morning, you may carry a towel, but don't put any clothes on or wrap the towel around you until after you shower off the chlorine. "It is unlikely that you will encounter the kids, but if you do, it will be an important step. After all, Sarah has bared herself for you as casually as the other Lewis women. You will have to let her see you before long." They talked on for a while longer, trying to achieve an air of normalcy. When it was time to break up, the women left Mark to dress alone. ------- It was now four weeks of slavery for Kim and Julie, three for Kathleen. There had been numerous surprises, but none of them seemed to detract from the objectives of the project. All three slaves were losing weight at a faster rate than most experts would recommend. Kathleen, in particular, had become a fanatic about eating and exercise. It bothered her that her sister would probably reach her goals well ahead of her. Also, she had been thinking more and more about Jeanie, their oldest. Jeanie's experience had been remarkably like Kim's from what they could tell. She had gained weight and acquired a butch look during her sophomore year. They had no idea about her grades, and unlike Kim, she had not had a serious romance to destroy. To Jason, Kathleen had confided that looking as much better as possible when Jeanie came home for the summer was very important to her. Jeanie viewed her parents as failures in that role. Kathleen was certain that her own deterioration just validated the daughter's viewpoint. If she could look better, if the rest of the family could get back to where it was when Jeanie went off to school, maybe Jeanie could be drawn back in. Kim and Julie had both maintained a steady two-and-a-half to three pound a week rate of loss. Bud worried about what to do with Kim when she reached her goal. The advisors reminded him that weight loss was just one part of her recovery. The instantaneous unleashing of libidos for Julie and Kathleen had not been temporary. The sensuousness of their circumstances and the thrill of sharing the experiences with their sisters combined to make them eager for sex at almost any time. Ed and Mark became the limiting factors. After much discussion in the advisory group, it was decided not to let Julie sleep all night with Ed. There were enough bedrooms to let Mark stay over, too, but the same criteria were applied to Kathleen. Moving back to their own beds would have tremendous symbolism for both slaves, and the group wanted to make sure that symbolism was used to the best effect. Bud's days were filled with directing the slaves, chaperoning Kim to campus, and getting back into a consistent workout program of his own. The martial arts instructor had kept the pressure on him to work on his basketball quickness. Ed had always wanted Bud to try out in college, and Meghan had joined that chorus. It turned out that not much of Bud's time was needed helping Meghan with studies. Gloria retained the same tutors and had them lead her through preparation for the AP qualifying. Karin had not gotten approval yet, but expected it to happen. ------- Marilyn had checked with her lawyer weekly since filing and having Gene served, but in the first three weeks, Gene had made no attempt to contact either her or the lawyer. There had been numerous discussions about the meaning of that silence. Ed was of the opinion that Gene was planning either some kind of revenge, or an attempt to take Marilyn back. Ed's well-honed instincts were accurate. Bud had the women run in two groups because their conditioning levels were so different and Kathleen and Julie had never done any running. Bud always ran with both groups, and unless there was a conflict with her tutors, Meghan ran with him all of the time. It was mid-morning on a weekday when Kim had no morning classes. Marilyn, Kim, Meghan, and Bud were about at the farthest point from the house on their regular two-mile loop when they turned a corner to find Gene standing in their way on the sidewalk. His car was parked at the curb, running. Bud always brought up the rear, concerned that one of the women might stumble, cramp, or otherwise have a problem. Seeing that Gene might try to grab Marilyn, he bolted toward the front, intending to get between Marilyn and Gene. Marilyn instinctively stopped and started to back up, causing Gene to lunge toward her. It was actually Meghan who got there first because Marilyn had inadvertently backed right into Bud. After only seven classes, Meghan had learned some basic defensive moves very well. She also had not forgotten the street talk she had used in the past. Meghan grabbed Gene's outstretched hand that was trying to grab Marilyn. In about a second, Gene was on his knees on the ground, yelling out the pain from a sharply bent finger and swearing his vengeance on Marilyn and the 'meddling little cunt'. Quickly, Bud had grabbed Gene's free hand in case he got enough control over the pain to try and strike Meghan. Using what he had learned from the lessons, as well, Bud soon had Gene's other hand behind his back. Bud applied just enough upward pressure on the bent arm to let Gene know that he could hurt him badly if he chose. In a move definitely not taught at the dojo, Meghan knelt down and grabbed Gene's crotch. Squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp she spat right in his face and growled "Listen up, Asshole! Shall I fix it so you've only got fingers to fuck with? The way you treat women, you only need this for pissing, anyway. When I count to three, we're going to let go. By ten, you had better be out of sight!" In a show of bravado, Gene just stood and screamed obscenities at Marilyn when Meghan and Bud released him. All it took, though, was one step toward him by Meghan and he turned and stalked to the car. It all took a lot more than ten seconds, but at least he was gone and Marilyn was unhurt. Bud was as impressed by Meghan's quick, decisive defense as were Kim and Marilyn. He was quick to realize, though, that the threat may not be ended. When he called Ed, Ed was quick to find a patrol in the area and have them escort the group home. The officer then took their stories of the encounter in preparation for obtaining an Order of Protection. While he had Ed on the phone, Bud asked him to let Gloria know what had happened. The hearing for Meghan's emancipation was nearing, and Bud was concerned that the incident might bring unwanted attention on Meghan's whole living arrangement. Gloria, of course, broke all speed limits getting to the Haller home, arriving while the officer was still taking statements. One sad outcome was Meghan's attorney's recommendation that she officially move back to Gloria's until the hearing. The Hallers' would be identified as her residence after being awarded adult status. Gloria would be her financial support. Since her tutoring had already been shifted to the tutor's home, which was much closer to the Hallers' than to D-House, a full move back would leave no one happy. Bud could tell that Meghan needed an indication of how badly he wanted her, and this was the perfect opportunity. He took a very strong stance that Meghan should stay with them Monday through Thursday nights. The lawyer accepted that compromise, feeling the travel issues and the group martial arts classes justified it. He believed her status should be granted in no more than a few weeks. Meghan did not want to be out of Bud's bed ever again. She had, however, shown remarkable maturity in not being clingy and in talking calmly about the move. When she told everyone that she hated to be away at all, but her emancipation was too important to risk, it was Carol who hugged her and said "You have just proven that you really deserve that adult status." Gloria was crying right behind Carol. If Meghan had any lingering feelings of not belonging, they ended that day. She was a heroine, without a doubt. Over and over, she kept telling everyone who congratulated and thanked her that this was her family, now. She would do what she could to protect her family. Marilyn and Carol, in particular, became even more 'mothering' toward Meghan, who did not seem to mind in the least. Several times, Marilyn went with Meghan to the tutor's home and just read while Meghan studied. Other times, two or more of the women would drop Meghan off, do some shopping, and pick her up when she was finished. Meghan drove to the Hallers' early enough on Monday so she could run with the group, and did not go back to D-House on Friday until they had all been for a run. ------- Almost daily, Mark could feel his strokes producing more speed in the water and his turns slowing him down less. His mind told him the same thing would happen with his comfort at walking to and from the master suite to the pool naked and swimming his laps. The first few days, it was almost impossible to exercise mind over a lifetime of modest upbringing. After the second session at Karin's in which Mark had been naked, Karin arranged to catch Sarah between classes at school. Sarah had talked with Karin while visiting Kathleen, even though she had never spoken with her at school. "What time does your alarm go off, Sarah?" "Oh, seven-fifteen. It doesn't take me long to get ready. Why?" "Set your clock for six tomorrow morning. Get up and check everywhere around the house." "You didn't tell me why." "You'll know when you see it." Karin was certain that the girl's day would be ruined and her night sleepless if given any stronger clue. Even so, she might give away something to Mark at the Hallers'. It was the best that could be done as a tipoff, though. The chance to swim naked with her mother and the other women had become the dominant interest in Sarah's life. Having Bud and the other men there just amplified the thrill. It was understandable that everything else became much less distinct to her. Even so, she did remember Mrs. Morin's instructions. When her alarm went off at six, Sarah took several swipes to get it turned off. Fortunately, it was out of reach and she had to sit up to kill it. That kept her from falling back asleep, and her bladder gave her a reason to get vertical. It was as she sat on the toilet that she recalled Mrs. Morin's instructions to check all over the house. Sarah did not feel like doing any such thing, but there was a high window in the bathroom that looked down over the deck and the pool. Seeing her dad swimming was interesting. It was good that he was exercising, but why was it worth getting up early to see? Just then, Mark reached the end of the pool, tucked, rolled, pushed off, and rotated so he was again face down. As he rotated, he was momentarily facing the house, and Sarah gasped. She thought she saw a flash of dark below her daddy's waist. And she didn't see any color from his swimsuit. Could it be that he wasn't wearing a suit? That must be what Mrs. Morin wanted her to see! All of the possible questions like why her daddy was swimming naked and why Mrs. Morin wanted her to find out never got asked in Sarah's mind. She was too busy tearing down the stairs two at a time and sprinting through the family room and out the patio doors. Since Sarah did not even try to be sneaky, Mark heard the patio door, and stopped to look as soon as he reached shallower water. Sarah had not thought out what she intended to do, and stopped in her tracks when she saw Mark stand and turn toward her. When she decided that she needed to go to her daddy, she remembered that she still had her nightclothes on and hurriedly took them off. There was only the flat light of pre-dawn, but it made the sight of his daughter undressing even more ethereal and captivating. She was a lovely replica of her mother some twenty years earlier, and it made Mark's heart swell. There was only one thing on Sarah's mind - get to her daddy and let him know how thrilled she was. Ruining her hair for school - irrelevant. He was on the far side, and she ran full speed and dove headfirst toward him. He knew what was coming and it was not right. Knowing he should fend her off, he just could not do anything to squelch her expression of love and joy. Ed had told him about Kim's behavior toward him, so Sarah's hug when she reached him was not a surprise. He was even able to hug her firmly for a few seconds before gently taking her upper arms and holding her back. She seemed to understand. "You're practicing for when Mom comes home, aren't you?" she declared. "Does that mean we can all swim together without suits? What about Josh?" It was a relief that they had a subject to talk about. The cool water and the exercise had him shrunken, but naked hugs could change that in a hurry. "I've been too worried about myself to think about Josh, yet," Mark admitted. "Oh, Daddy! What's there to worry about?" "Sweetheart, you must realize by now that you and your mom and the other women have an unusual attitude about nudity. Being naked doesn't seem to bother you in the least." Sarah giggled, then got serious and replied "Only with family, Daddy. I could never go to a nude beach." "I guess that's true," he acknowledged. "Still, it's just not that easy for me and for Josh." They had been talking so intently that the splash of Josh diving into the pool caused them both to jump. He came up beside them, and Sarah was on him instantly. "Josh! Josh! Are you..." Mark could see her checking with her hands. "Oh, yes! Yes!" Josh looked at his dad helplessly over his sister as she hugged him frantically and bawled loudly. Mark made a hugging motion, and after a shocked look, Josh's shoulders slumped and he wrapped his arms around Sarah. When things subsided and Sarah released Josh from her death grip, he actually managed some humor. "The herd of elephants charging down the stairs woke me up." Of course, that earned him a swat and it broke the intense mood. Mark decided he needed to be the one to talk about the main issue. "Your mother will be very used to being naked when she is done being a slave. I think we have to get comfortable with it before then. We only have ourselves to practice with. It's no problem at all for you, Sarah, so you need to help us." "Daddy, we'll get up and swim with you," Sarah declared. "Seriously? I don't think you ever saw six am before today, did you?" he teased. "Well, no. But now I've got a reason." "That would be great," Mark encouraged them. "I won't be spending any time chatting, though. I need to be serious about working out. Josh, I was trying to figure out how to talk you into this." "Well, after that first day with Mom in the pool, I've been worrying," Josh revealed. "About what?" "That she would expect us all to be casual about nudity." "You were right to worry." "Guess that's why you're doing laps naked, huh, Dad? How long have you been doing this?" "Not quite two weeks. You kids have to remember; there were no nudes on the internet or in the movies when I grew up. Well, not the movies I could watch, anyway." "Yeah, but at least you've got a chance of not, uh, I mean..." Josh stammered. "You mean not getting hard? Just say it, Josh," Sarah scolded. "You can't stop it and you can't hide it, so why be afraid to talk about it?" "So, how come you know so much about, uh, hardons?" "Well, all of the women have been talking to me a lot." Sarah was about to say more, but looked quickly at Mark and stayed quiet. "And maybe some of your dates have been pretty educational?" Mark teased. "Don't worry, Honey. We never assumed you just held hands. "For now, your mother does not need to know about this, OK? maybe we can surprise her - maybe not, but let's try." "When will she come home?" "Not sure. Probably sometime in May." ------- Chapter 13 The rest of March passed peacefully. There had been no word from Gene since the restraining order had been served. Marilyn's lawyer had applied for a summary support judgement while the divorce was worked out. That was particularly important because it appeared that every step would have to wait for Gene to default on time requirements. If she was to be free of him, he would give her no help at all. With the generally sunny weather and the sun exposure of the deck, there was often a collection of up to five naked female bodies on the pool deck from late morning on. Marilyn continued to act as if she was one of the slaves, and Carol could not resist joining her daughters. She was there whenever Chet worked, and they were both there often. It may have been a strange way for Bud to strengthen his relationship with his grandfather, but sitting in the sun watching the women that they loved swimming or sunning could be called an ultimate male bonding situation. They had some very deep discussions about love, responsibility, and leadership in the home, As gently as possible, Ed had insisted that Meghan wear a suit in the pool until the hearing. Once again, she showed her maturity when she told him "I already figured that out, Ed. In your position, you can't afford to take any chances. What if Marilyn's crazy husband should come back? He could cause lots of trouble." One early afternoon, Chet was not there and Bud was just sitting and watching the women after doing some laps. He was particularly noticing Marilyn as she walked along the pool edge, trying to place why she looked different. She realized he was watching her and came right over and sat on his lap. "How come you're watching this old broad with your beautiful sister out here?" "Marilyn, you were in great shape when you came here, but you look even better now. I was trying to figure out why?" "It's probably the tan." "It's that for sure," Bud agreed, "but there's more. Just the way you stand and the way you move seems different." "It's freedom, Honey. And it's feeling ... loved ... valued, I guess," Marilyn suggested. "You were always loved," Bud assured her, wrapping both arms around her in a hug. "Here, yes. At home - by Ted and Sonja. But Gene and Brad? I've come to believe that love isn't in their makeup," Marilyn explained. "And while I was with Gene, there was certainly no freedom." "Wow. You've picked up a lot of the psychology, haven't you. Is that from doing naked interviews with Jason?" He teased. "You know, he has made me think a lot." "So besides indulging your exhibitionism, there's been some other benefit to pretending to be a slave, huh?" "I'm glad I did it," Marilyn declared, "but I still don't see why I can't get the pussy shave and the body lotion rubdown." "Would putting sunscreen on you make up for it?" "On my front, too?" "You didn't say anything about missing out on the paddling," Bud mock snarled. "Want to sample that?" Giggling like a teenager, Marilyn jumped up and scooted away, holding her hands over her bare bottom. She only went as far as the nearest empty lounger, then lay down on her front, holding the sunscreen toward Bud. As he slowly applied the protectant, Bud mentioned something that had been bothering him. "Marilyn, I know that Gene demanded that you exercise and keep your weight down. I hope that you will decide you should do that for Marilyn, now, not for Gene. It would be such a shame if you let yourself go." "And without a strong man, I might not be able to do it myself," Marilyn added. "I know that's what you are worried about. Bud, I hope I have learned from my sisters' problems. I think after all these years that this is just the normal way to live for me. Besides, I'm hoping there's a good man out there for me, so I have to keep the bait fresh." "With bait like this," Bud said with an extra squeeze of her bare bottom, "I'm sure there's a lucky man out there who has been looking for you." "You don't think badly of me for getting loving from Ron, do you, Hon?" By this time, no topic from the women should shock him, but that one stopped him for a minute. "The short answer is 'Hell, no!'. I shudder to think what might have happened if Ron and Jess hadn't taken care of you." "I still can't believe Jess," Marilyn exclaimed. "I don't know if I could have done that." "The problem is, you wouldn't have had a choice," Bud reminded her. Just then, Carol pressed her bare breasts against his back and whispered in his ear "The rest of us are going in for a snack. Leave her limp." As he gaped at his grandmother strutting saucily toward the house, Meghan knelt beside him and told him "I think your aunt needs a good come or three, don't you? I'll help." With that she held up the toys that they used on Kim. About to object, he realized that he was facing a plan worked out by all of the women. The fact that three of them were his slaves really did not increase his chances of resisting. Having Meghan's approval and assistance was a thoughtful move by the women. They understood how everything about his sexual contact with them troubled him. Absolutely nothing troubled Marilyn a half hour later, except how to stand and walk to the bathroom on her own. He was learning more and more why all of the women adored Meghan so much. Much as he wanted to, he refrained from expressing his own adoration right there on a lounger. The ensuing shower and session in her bed allowed him unrestrained expression, though. ------- Since Ed's side of the family also lived in town, something had to be done to let them know enough about what was happening so they would not be upset at having to stay away. Because of the intense interaction between the Lewis women, everyone agreed that it was best to keep the whole project tightly and confidentially within the Lewis family. In somewhat of a surprise, Chuck volunteered to tell the story to the Haller clan. However, he had another motive. He insisted that Gloria accompany him so he could introduce her to the family. They also put together a carefully constructed story that let the Hallers feel 'in the know' and supportive about Kim's and Julie's troubles. Key aspects of the project were not mentioned, but it was clear that most read between the lines. No one insisted on closer contact until the project was over and everyone conveyed their best wishes. None of Mark's family lived in the area, so he did not have to take any special steps to prevent word of Kathleen's situation getting out. ------- One event during March concerned the martial arts classes. The instructor quickly identified that Meghan had an exceptional aptitude and wanted to move her to a different class. Just her response during the Gene incident impressed him with her situational awareness and her restraint. He did chide her a bit for her words to Gene, but thought that she would show more discipline if it ever happened again. The instructor also wanted Bud to get into more advanced training. It had never been Bud's intention to get serious about martial arts, but he had been surprised how much he enjoyed it, and how much improvement he could see in the short time he had been involved. The most important decision factor for Bud, though, was that Meghan needed to be in more aggressive training, and he wanted to support her. They could move into the same class. In talks with Gloria and Karin, they agreed that martial arts might be Meghan's 'thing'. There had never been anything where she had a strong interest or had shown exceptional talent. Karin explained over and over that that was a major problem with the 'outsider' or 'fringe' kids. Meghan's relationship with Bud would certainly keep her from falling back into old patterns, but Bud insisted that was not enough. "It's not that I am predicting an end to our relationship. That becomes less and less likely every week." He had to pause after that assertion for Gloria to water him with some tears. "I just think a relationship is best when each partner has a strong independent identity," he declared. "So, you really would not have been happy with Kim as a wife, as you claimed before?" Karin challenged. "Hmmmm. How can I say this?" Bud pondered aloud. "Kim could have a strong identity as a wife and mother, along with whatever outside career she got into. Dad has been wonderfully happy with Mom's strong housewife identity, as long as it was working. I could have been happy with Kim that way because that would be the best identity for her. "Not saying that Mom or Kim come up short, but I see more to Meghan than that. I guess the difference is the level of submissiveness. Honestly, Gloria, I do not see Meghan as submissive at all. Her problem was that she had not developed her own identity - at least not one she was happy with," "God!" Karin breathed out. "There goes all of that wasted time and money for college, again!" Gloria laughed. "Remember," Bud laughed, "Everything you had to study, and a lot more, is all up there on the Net, now. Anyway, Gloria, I see myself as more like Chuck than like Dad and Grandpa." "How so?" "You and Chuck are awesome together because you don't need each other to complete your identities. Furthermore, neither of you want to complete the other's identity. Dad and Grandpa are perfectly happy to be the missing pieces of their wives' identities. Since I really don't want to do that, maybe you are right about me and Kim. Does that make sense?" "Oof! It sure does," Gloria agreed. "So, an independent Meghan who can have her own identity with or without you would make the best mate for you, right?" "That's what I've been figuring out. My talks with Grandpa have clarified a lot of this." "How could you clarify anything serious with all those naked women around?" Karin joked. "Actually, discussing why they were all so happy to have us watching was a good start for the discovery." "Don't you think Meghan will be just as happy when she can ditch the suit and move back full time?" "Hmmmm. I'll have to think about that one. So, we are now split into different classes at the dojo. The sisters will stay together in one, Meghan and I will move to another, and Kim will join the class with Jason." "By all appearances, your devious matchmaking plan is working beautifully," Karin observed. Gloria quipped "That is, if Jason is still interested after spending time with Kim clothed." That brought a hearty laugh from all of them. "By now, Kim must know that he is interested, doesn't she." "The Lewis women are very perceptive. I suspect that Kim knew in the first five minutes of the first interview. She has her own reasons for not letting on to anyone," Bud offered. "Has the subject of Kevin come up?" "Oh! We just heard that he is dating someone else quite seriously," Bud said. "Gee, wasn't that significant enough to mention before?" "It was just the day before yesterday. One of Dawn's acolytes taunted Kim with that news after class." "How did she take it?" "She spent the night in bed with me and Meghan, but she seems alright, now. To me, that is the best evidence that she is focused on Jason." "Well, that is a definite upgrade, as I see it." The others agreed with Karin. "What about you and Kim? Any more sexual contact?" Gloria asked. "Meghan and I have kept our promise to her. About twice a week, only while Meghan is there, I order her to wash me in the shower. Then we use the toys and try to wipe her out." "The way things are going, Jason will be taking care of that in another month," Karin guessed. "Oh, Gloria, I had another thought," Bud said. "How many activities do you think Meghan can handle?" "Well, between martial arts and studying for AP qualifying, she will be busy, but not overloaded." "Think about finding a drama course for her," Bud suggested. "I have a feeling she could be an excellent actress. It would be great if she could break into drama at school. It would be the kind of confidence and ego boost that she still needs." "You know, actress was the only thing she ever said she wanted to be when she was little," Gloria mused. "I always thought that was just the usual little girl fascination, but you may have a point. I'll see what I can find. Good idea, Bud." ------- At almost the end of March, a very big event occurred. Meghan's emancipation hearing went through without a hitch. The women had insisted ahead of time that there be a celebration. Meghan insisted it should be an early dinner barbecue around the pool with everyone in swimming attire. There was some surprise when she wanted Jason there, but he had become a familiar presence because of the constant interviews. Everyone liked him, and the suspicion that he and Kim were becoming an item had grown. When everyone had assembled, Karin, Gloria, Jess, and Meghan were the only women in swimsuits. Marilyn was sticking with her 'pseudo-slave' status, and Carol just plain enjoyed joining her girls. It was her first time naked when Jason was present, but she greeted him without even a blush. Mark, Chet, Ron, and Jason were the men besides Ed and Bud. Surprising everyone, most of all Bud, Meghan went to whisper something to Gloria, Karin, and Jess, then walked to the edge of the pool and let out a piercing whistle. She had brought a small wastebasket and set it beside her. "I hope I can say what I want to say without crying. I apologize in advance if I don't make it. Aunt Gloria, I hope you see my moving out for good the way I do. It means the most courageous, loving thing I will ever see in my life is successful. I think by now everyone here knows that the tough dominatrix called Duchess who runs D-House is really the biggest hearted person in the world. For some reason, you thought I could be more than a dropout and the school slut. I promise to spend my life proving that you were right." Meghan was fighting back some sniffles, but she was in far better shape than most of the women, especially Gloria, who was bawling openly. When she had control of her voice again, Meghan went on. "Who could imagine a family like the Hallers - like all of Carol and Chet's family? Here they are struggling with some real hurts and problems of their own. There are people all over Ed and Julie's house already, but they welcome me as if I was family. You know what? I feel like I am family. "Have any of you been amazed why Marilyn is naked and doing just what the three slaves do? Carol sure didn't have to take her clothes off, but look at her! I'm sure they like being naked, but mostly it's loving support for the slaves who are trying to get over some bad things that happened to them. "Well, I said I feel like family, so now that it can't cause any problems for Ed, I can really support my new relatives." With that, Meghan quickly stripped off the two pieces of her suit and dramatically dropped them in the wastebasket. She waited for the cheers and whistles to subside, then told the crowd "I have to tell you; that did not take a whole lot of courage for me. Until I moved out here, I was a slave, and had not worn clothes for many months. "I've said enough. Let's eat!" Bud knew that there would be a huge competition to try and hug Meghan. As he stood there listening to her talk, the last little concerns about committing to her as his mate were erased. He needed to show her. Barely beating Gloria to her, Bud got behind Meghan, wrapped his arms around her middle, and held on as the predictable parade of hugs began. Gloria just hugged them both, then stepped away, knowing she would have more chances later. Jason waited until all the women had had their chance, then told Meghan "I can't thank you enough for inviting me. You must have known how your comments about family would affect me." "If one woman knows, we all know," Meghan giggled. "I have heard about your family. There's another reason I wanted you here, though." Meghan looked up at Bud before saying "If you're ready, you and Kim can have the whole upstairs tonight. No one at the college will ever know." Jason's exceptional composure was not that good, and he gaped in surprise. "I ... we've never talked ... I don't know if..." "If you crooked your finger, she would drag you to her bedroom," Bud chuckled. "You had better be ready for a workout. A suggestion; make it look like you arranged for us to be elsewhere after you ask her if she is interested." "That's ... that's a wonderful gesture, Meghan, but I can't do that yet," Jason said, his disappointment obvious. "I know I am probably breaking rules already, but I could mount a credible defense. If I slept with Kim, it would be an obvious violation. I just don't want our first time to carry that cloud forever. Please hold that opportunity until the day she receives the grade from my class." ------- Karin, Gloria, Jason, and Bud were meeting the day after Meghan's emancipation celebration. Gloria was as openly emotional as Bud had ever seen her. "I guess it's good news - bad news for you, huh?" he suggested to Gloria. "Oh, it's all good news, really," Gloria insisted. "I mean, just look at Meghan's prospects now versus when I basically abducted her whole family! It's just that I will really miss seeing her every day. She was the one really bright spot in my life." "You mean Chuck doesn't fill that gap?" "You know he does," Gloria countered. "Honestly, I'm so happy for Meghan! You seem pretty upbeat yourself, Bud." "How could I not be? Despite the problems my slaves have had, they were right on about Meghan. It seems like the more I admit that, the happier I get. 'Course, seeing how well this crazy project is working out helps my mood, too," Bud told them. "It looks like things will just be coasting for the next four or five weeks." "For you, that's probably right," Karin agreed. "However, we will be spending a lot of time with Mark." "Well, I still think it best if I stay out of purely counseling sessions," Bud reminded them. "Oh, there's no question," Gloria agreed. "It's just that things are not just coasting. Mark wants to make some big changes in the way his family functions - good changes. That means the focus of much of the activity has moved from here to the Webster home." "So, Bud, you can focus on your relationship with Meghan and on making sure Kim gets the grades she needs," Karin told him. "Well, I have to keep watch at the pool every afternoon," Bud Joked. "Can't leave that burden to Grandpa all alone." That generated some good-natured laughter. ------- Bud should have known better than to even talk about coasting. Upon returning from the meeting, he found Kim and Meghan out on the patio, going through a drill of some kind under the lights. When Kim saw him, she floored him with her request. "I want Meghan to be my escort, but I want you to be nearby. I want you in disguise with a video camera." About to assign strokes for breaking protocol, Bud saw Meghan shaking her head 'no'. "Permission to speak granted, Slave Kim," he said with a grin. "So, you want to try to trap Dawn." "Actually, we'd rather put her in the hospital," Meghan offered. "Has Kim even told you the details of some of the stuff Dawn did?" "I only know the results, and that's bad enough," Bud answered, holding out his arms for Meghan. "I think we'd better ask Dad what he thinks. Kim, has Dawn been showing signs of trying to make trouble?" "You're always with me. She gives me these looks, though, when you can't see them," Kim revealed. Bud got Ed out to the patio where the girls explained what they wanted to do. His first question was "Meghan, can you afford the time?" "Things are light for the next few weeks. I'd like to help. I'd like to get a taste of being on campus, too." "I'm not too concerned about any entrapment problems. What I want, though, is assurance from your martial arts instructor that you are ready. Meghan, I think it is important that Kim be the one to do anything physical to Dawn. I know we have established good background by notifying all the instructors. Still, you don't need any complications this soon after emancipation. Also, I want one of you girls to have a voice-activated recorder always on. If you're going to try to trap her, let's do it right." "Oh. I hadn't thought of that," Kim admitted. "Actually, I want it to be me, too. Sensei has been helping me with specific moves and holds for a situation like Dawn trying to force me to go with her." "That's good. Does he think you're ready?" "When I told him I would have Meghan with me, he said we would be fine together," Kim assured her dad. "Well, Meghan, maybe you have a promising career as a body guard," Ed quipped. "Bud, be sure you have me speed-dialed on your phone. And just remember, it's it critical to get that video. Unless the situation gets desperate, let the girls handle Dawn." Bud was not thrilled with the whole idea. He did not like the girls putting themselves in possible danger. Also, he was not thrilled about having to be the unseen watcher. Meghan, though, seemed very excited about the plan. How could he say anything negative? For every one of Kim's classes, Bud made sure to talk to the instructor before the first time Meghan appeared. None of them raised any objection. They were all aware of how hard Kim was working to make up for her poor start to the semester. Actually, he enjoyed the disguise part of the plan. It was something he had never done before. Ed had some great suggestions on simple things that made him look different. He also enjoyed just watching the two girls together. It was hard to tell there was almost five years difference in their ages. They certainly seemed to communicate as equals. Meghan's natural poise and grace seemed to inspire Kim to a more confident demeanor, as well. She looked much trimmer, and as part of the plan, she had dropped any attempt at disguise. She used a variety of headgear as her only attempt at hiding her situation. Quite sure that Dawn would not try anything, Bud decided that the plan was a good one, anyway. It seemed to boost Kim's self-image, and it gave Meghan a, hopefully, enticing look at college life. ------- "Oh, Dad. I've been wanting to invite Kelli over for a swim after school. Would that be OK?" Josh asked at breakfast one morning in early April. Sarah had already gone up to her room to get ready for school. "Kelli?" "A girl. She's in some of my classes. We play music together, too." "Is this like a date, or just a friendly swim?" Mark probed. When Josh gave a noncommittal shrug, he couldn't resist. "So, you wanna be the first cock she sees, huh?" "Yeah, right. Funny. I figured I could ride with Sarah, but come here with Kelli instead of heading to see Mom. She's got her own car." "As long as you make sure her parents know you two will be here alone, I think that's a great idea," Mark encouraged. "Well, she's pretty much on her own that way. I mean, she doesn't run around or anything, but they don't put many limits on her." "What's she like?" "I've heard some kids call us Nerd and Nerdette. I think she's really pretty, though." "Not too shy to wear a swimsuit around you?" "She swims in their covered pool at home all the time. I'll probably be invited over there soon," Josh said. Mark could tell the boy was working hard at the nonchalant attitude. "Tell me, Josh, has being around those naked women and swimming bare-assed here made you less afraid to approach girls?" "No doubt, Dad. They're just not as, um, terrifying any more. I've never been nervous around Kelli, but it's always been just about studies or music." "Please tell your mother all about Kelli, will you. Be sure and tell her how her being naked has helped your confidence with girls." "I hadn't thought of that. Talk about the women all the time. Tell them what you think about them, right?" "That's a great start. Now, about our bare-assed rule," Mark teased. "I'm inclined to be strict about that." "Da-ad! Since when is it a rule, anyway?" The two had a companionable laugh. "Say, Dad, Meghan talked about the martial arts classes all of the women over there are going to. "Do you think I could try it?" "I think that would be a great idea." "How come you never mentioned it?" Josh wondered. "We didn't want you to think we were pressuring you to change anything. It always works best when it's your idea." "Good. I'll go to the next class." Josh did not wait long before inviting Kelli over for a swim. Just a couple weeks of skinny dipping with Sarah and his dad had boosted his self-confidence tremendously. The sweet way that Sarah treated his erection helped a lot, too. She, of course, was all for him finding a potential girlfriend. Josh had told Mark he thought Kelli was pretty, and she was all of that. Her main problem was that she was very thin, though not emaciated. Of medium height, she was well-formed and moved well. Her best features were her flaming red hair, her fetching freckles, and most of all her eyes. They were green and seemed iridescent. Josh thought of them as laughing eyes because of the constant twinkle. That twinkle matched Kelli's overall personality. She was a very upbeat person with inexhaustible energy. That was probably why she was so thin. She seemed to spin off energy in all directions, no matter what she was doing. Kelli and Josh did share some classes, but their biggest common interest was the keyboard. They had gotten permission to use a music practice room during study halls. It had a piano, and the music department's electric keyboard could barely fit in at the same time. Kelli was as intuitive and spontaneous with music as was Josh, and sometimes the teacher would just stand outside the room in amazement. Josh had a nice electronic keyboard of his own, and with the house's baby grand, he thought they might spend some time jamming after a swim. Neither of them had to spend much time on homework to earn their usual 'A' grades. He knew little more about Kelli's home life than what he had told Mark. The fact that her parents had a covered pool and Kelli had a nice car indicated some serious money. The fact that she took every opportunity to join some group or activity was a strong hint of loneliness. She had certainly jumped at Josh's invitation. This was a real first, as she had never been at his home before, nor met any of his family. Kelli probably could have worked herself into a more 'in' social group, had she made the effort. She had the looks and coming from money would have helped. The problem was that she was intense, studious, and brutally intolerant of anything fakey or put on. She also liked the company of intelligent kids. Thus, she was a nerd by association, but it bothered her not at all. What had bothered Kelli for a couple of years was that Josh treated her as just one of the gang. She wanted much more. Even though thin, she was not slow in developing. All of the hormonal urges were there. There just was not much padding to set off her womanly shape. After a quick tour of the house, they sat in the family room with a snack. Kelli spotted a family picture about two years old on the mantel, and stood to look at it. "That's your sister!" Kelli exclaimed. "I've seen her around school. She's really pretty. And your mom, too!" In typical nerd fashion, Josh had never done well in social situations. Until that shocking day with his naked mother, he would have either been silent at Kelli's remark, or said something completely unrelated. Like Mark, though, Josh had a strong desire to learn and improve. He took Mark's and Bud's counsel about talking with women seriously. His brain made the connection that Kelli was fishing for a compliment. Either that, or she was suffering a down moment in self-confidence. Both men had repeatedly told him how women constantly needed reassurance of their sex appeal. "Yup. I'm spoiled," he agreed. "I'm only interested in beautiful women." He was as amazed at that utterance as was Kelli, who snapped toward him with open mouth. He returned her stare with a smile. "But ... but I'm ... I'm not... " she tried to protest. "Kelli, I've always been amazed that you hung around with me and the rest of the gang when you could be with the jocks and the in crowd." Unwittingly, he had offered her a way out of her embarrassment. Oh, it was not a bad embarrassment. In fact, her insides were doing all kinds of unusual things from the little thrill he had given her. "What would I talk about with those bimbos, anyway. And can you imagine what a date with one of those gorillas would be like?" She did not have to fake the shudder. His comment had affected her more than she wanted to admit, but right then, she did not know how to handle it. It was time to change the subject. "Hey, the sun's just right for me. I can go without SPF for a while. Let's swim. Where can I change?" She changed quickly and was dismayed to reach the family room and find Josh still clothed. "I left my suit over at my aunt's," he told her. "Don't have another one that fits." Kelli's memory was perfect, especially when it had to do with Josh. "I thought you swam with your sister and your dad every morning," she challenged. How was he going to get out of this one? He didn't even have the chance to decide. She read his face perfectly. Lots of fantasies were coming true all at once for Kelli. When she swam at home, she did not bother with a suit. If her parents happened to show up when she was in the pool, it was no big deal. She knew they held pool parties that got pretty risque. More and more lately, as she swam, she fantasized about Josh skinny dipping with her. Well, she was not going to blow this chance! "I sure don't want to make you give up your skinny dipping, Josh," Kelli said as she literally tore off the two small pieces of suit she had worn. She put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look, saying "Well? Get it out so I can see it." She had managed to portray far more bravado than she felt inside. This time, HIS jaw dropped in astonishment. Only his mother and sister had seen his hardon, and he certainly had never imagined this development. Once again, his brainpower worked for him, fortunately. Contrary to his worst fears, his mother and sister seeing him aroused had caused him no real harm, and it seemed to please them greatly. After his sister, mother, and maybe his grandmas, Kelli was right up there as the most important woman in his life. If it pleased her, he could handle the embarrassment. Over at the Hallers', Kathleen noticed Sarah's distraction, and after several tries, got the girl to reveal what she was concerned about. "Josh invited a girl, a friend of his, over for a swim. I mean, he's never done anything like this. I'm just hoping he won't blow it." "And you think you need to be there to make sure, huh?" Kathleen teased. "Well, geez, Mom! He's not exactly 'Mister Smooth', you know." Kathleen quickly hugged Sarah and apologized for teasing. "Tell you what, Honey. Give them two hours. Then, I think it would be good to check on them. Your dad will be home not too long after that, anyway." That allowed Sarah to relax a little. Right at the two hour mark, she arrived home. Being a little sneaky, she left the car in the driveway and walked around to the back, through the side gate. Seeing no one in the pool, she noticed music coming from inside. Hearing the piano, she knew where it came from, so she quietly opened the patio door and went in. When she got to where she could look around the corner and see the piano, she was thankful for the volume of the music. She could not hold back a gasp as the tears started. The girl, whom she assumed was Kelli, was at the piano, totally absorbed in playing. Josh had his keyboard set up so he and Kelli could watch each other, and his attention was completely on his playing, as well. The music was beautiful, but that had little to do with Sarah's tears. Neither Josh nor Kelli was wearing a stitch. Concerned about embarrassing the couple, Sarah retreated as carefully as she could with her watery vision. Driving that way was not smart at all, but she needed to get away from the house. Her first thought was that she had to tell her mother. It was just so touching and romantic. Then, she realized that her dad might arrive home and upset them. She managed to reach Mark and babbled out the story as she sat parked down the street from their house. "Daddy, can I please tell Mom? This would mean so much to her." Mark had intended to keep their family naked swims a secret for a homecoming surprise for Kathleen. This development, though, was too important. Both parents and Sarah had shared real concerns about Josh's lack of social skills and dates. Besides, Kathleen would read on Sarah's face that something important had happened. Sarah got it together enough to drive back to the Hallers'. When she saw Kathleen, though, she lost it again. After calming her mother's initial concern, Sarah began to tell the story. Sarah's rather noticeable return had drawn all the other women, so they were all listening as she told about swimming naked so they could surprise her. Kathleen lost it that point, and pulled her sisters along with her. When Sarah got to describing the tableau she had walked into at home, the mixture of amazement, laughter, and tears brought Bud down to where the noise came from. "Master Bud! Master Bud!" Kathleen almost shouted as she ran up to him. "Mark and the kids are skinny dipping at home. Can they come here and swim naked with me?" Of course, Kathleen had not asked for permission to speak, but there was no way he could assign strokes right then. He did, however, have to set something straight. "I'm sorry, Slave Kathleen. As long as there are slaves here, I can't allow that." That chilled the other women a little. They had probably assumed that, but it had never been spoken before. Excitement over this big event in Kathleen's slavery soon overcame that minor downer, and it was as if the ten-year-olds were back again. Mark called home to let Josh know he was on the way, and it was a good thing. The couple were completely immersed in the music. Kelli left for home with the sad news that she had clubs after school the next two nights. When he pulled into the garage, Mark decided he had better be right up front about what he knew. Walking in, he told Josh "I hear you obeyed the bare-assed rule, after all. Congratulations." At Josh's shocked expression, Mark explained the whole sequence of events. Before Mark could ask, Josh addressed his dad's biggest concern. "I didn't ask her to strip, Dad. I didn't even mention it." He then recounted what had happened and why Kelli was so eager. "Well, your sister is back over telling your mom all about it. You can expect quite a welcome there tomorrow." ------- Mark had been meeting with Karin and Gloria about twice a week since Kathleen's slavery began. Jason joined the two women shortly after that. Karin's very nice study at her home was the normal meeting place, and the advisory group meetings were also held there. Bud was part of the advisory group, but felt that when counseling Mark was the subject, his presence was not appropriate. From the first time they had made him strip, Gloria insisted that Mark undress immediately when he got to Karin's house and only dress when he left. That time often included snacks, where Roger joined them. Her theory was that learning to relax naked in mixed company was additional important conditioning for Mark. At their first session in April, Mark started right in by asking "When will Kathleen come home? I'm concerned about Jeannie. Should Kath still be a slave at Hallers' when Jeannie comes home? I don't think Kath will have reached her goal weight by then." After an extended silence, Gloria bemoaned "It seems like the list of things we didn't plan on in this project is much longer than those we did." "Well, since you had only a few hours warning that Kathleen would even be a slave, anything that follows from that is excusable," Jason consoled. "Even my presence here was totally unplanned. Personally, I am delighted with the way you two are approaching every one of these unexpected challenges, and I am grateful for the chance to participate." "Well, thanks, Jason. I appreciate the compliment," Gloria assured him. "How about you pulling this particular solution out of the hat." "If that's thanks for a compliment... ," Jason mock warned, but his smile showed his real feelings. "I think, Mark, that Jeannie should not be the first consideration, here. I don't mean to ignore her importance. My feeling is that doing the best things for your marriage will in the end have the best chance of rebuilding your relationship with your daughter." "That's an excellent approach, Jason," Gloria concurred. "As we've talked, Mark, the essential requirement for your marriage is to establish a new presence for you. Jason, to help establish that presence, what would be the best way for Kathleen to finish reaching her goals?" "My recommendation is this," Jason stated. "When Jeannie gets home, Kathleen should be home, wearing only a collar. She should be following as closely as possible the same regimen as at Hallers'. Mark should be noticeably monitoring and controlling Kathleen's progress toward goal completion. Things like the progress chart on the wall and the measurement sessions would be one example." "Wow! That would get Jeannie's attention, all right!" Mark exclaimed. Jason went on. "Here is what I see as benefits. Kathleen has been involved in the most extraordinary experience of her life. Overall, it has been extremely positive. She is highly motivated to improve physically. Everyone has remarked on her fanatical commitment to diet and exercise. "Now, that commitment is because she really wants to get back to where she was. However, being a slave, she has no choice but to eat right and exercise. I see the 'semi-slavery' at home as a stage-wise transition to normalcy. She won't have to depend completely on her own discipline all at once. "There's another transitional concern. I think you will all agree that the slave time with her sisters has been 'a little bit of heaven' for Kathleen. Back home, she will be taken away from that kind of fellowship with her sisters. Maintaining a little of that time - the nudity and the supervision - will soften the disorientation. "There is more. My apologies for this one, Mark. Thrown into slavery, Kathleen was subservient to the kind of man she always needed. The transition I'm suggesting puts Mark directly in the same role Bud had. He assumes the role of the kind of man she needs. It's a key step toward your new presence, Mark." "But like Ed, I don't want a master/slave relationship with my wife," Mark objected. "Your situation and Ed's are not alike," Jason pointed out. "Ed has always been the undeniably strong presence for Julie, and she knows that. Her fall was really due to other factors. "In your case, you have never sufficiently established that presence in Kathleen's mind. With this fresh start, if she can begin to see only your new presence, it will help erase a problem from the past. "The three of us agree that your true personality is very much like the Haller men. All of this," and Jason gestured toward Mark's naked body, "is part of getting you to let your true nature be obvious to Kathleen." "OK. You make some great points, Jason, and I can't argue with any of what you say," Mark commented, then asked "So, how do you think all of this will help the problems with Jeannie?" "Let me take that one, OK, Jason?" Gloria asked and Jason nodded. "We don't know what Jeannie's specific objections to you as parents might be. Also, she is nearing the end of her time as a permanent resident of your home," Gloria began. "By following Jason's recommendations, you will be establishing a family home that is significantly different from the one she left. In one sense, you are saying 'You didn't like the way we were before, so how about this?'. "It is not really as much 'try something' as I just implied, though. It is based on a pretty thorough understanding of the Lewis women and the assumption that Jeannie is like the others. "Now, Mark, a naked, collared mother with a bald pussy should not be the only startling change Jeannie encounters." "Oh, Oh. Am I going to like this?" "Wrong question," Gloria admonished. "Are you going to believe it is the right direction?" "You're right. Lay it on me." "Let me try," Karin interrupted. "Jeannie will also encounter her father acting far more involved and dominant than she had ever seen before. Her nerdy, socially retarded brother will have a girlfriend hanging all over him. The whole family will be skinny dipping regularly in the pool together..." "WHAT?!" That from Mark. "We can't just..." "Let me finish, Mark," Karin urged. "I was about to say her little sister will be convinced she is blessed with the neatest family in captivity. I think that is what Sarah genuinely feels." "That is one happy teenager," Gloria verified. "The whole point is, Jeannie went off very unhappy about the makeup of her family," Karin continued. "Let her return to one that is unrecognizable in important ways. You will be challenging her with 'is this better?', as Jason mentioned. However, you will also be making it clear that this is the way you want to be, and it will not be changing. Remember, she is also submissive and will react to strength." "Mark, how close were Jeannie and Kim?" Karin asked. "During high school, they were together a lot," Mark revealed. "Even last summer, they were at each other's homes quite often." "So, if she came to visit Kim and Kim went in the pool naked with Bud around, it could make quite an impression on Jeannie, right?" Karin questioned. "Oh, I like that, Karin," Gloria enthused. "We could set up some impressive 'never, never land' scenarios to jolt her." "I don't know about this family skinny dipping business," Mark complained. "I think it is crucial," Gloria declared. "Not to be accusatory, Mark, but I suspect most of Jeannie's disgruntlement is with you. I will say that I am impressed with how much you have changed in just a few weeks. Those changes need to seem dramatic to Jeannie. "You and the kids are already doing laps in the morning. Keep that up and have Kathleen join you." "Early mornings are not Kathleen's thing," Mark pointed out. "Doesn't matter. She will do it if you tell her to," Gloria asserted. "But Jeannie may never notice it that early." "Again, it doesn't matter. When you get home from work, start doing laps again, every day. And no suit." "Gloria, I..." "Mark, you are the lord of your castle. The lord of the castle does not have to hide his genitals just because family members are around," Gloria said with a grin. "You are very serious about improving your body. Just making that obvious will have a huge impact on Jeannie. It will be something completely new and different. Letting her know that her presence will not stop you from enjoying the freedom of your home will stun her." "Um, pretty often, Josh has Kelli over after school." "They skinny dip sometimes, don't they?" "Yeah, a lot." "Then just join them and do your laps," Gloria challenged. "Otherwise, just do your laps and don't worry about them." "But, Kelli ... couldn't I get in trouble? What if she freaked out?" Mark worried. "I seriously doubt if she will be a problem," Gloria told him. "Can Josh skinny dip with his girlfriend if his big sister is there?" "Gloria, I won't try to guess what the new Josh will do. He has surprised me so many times already. You can't imagine how proud of him I am!" "I can," Gloria said softly, "and I am thrilled for both of you. If he understands what is at stake, my guess is that he will do his part. He must know about Jeannie's problems, doesn't he?" "Yes. We've kept them in the loop. You seem to think that Kathleen will be permanently hooked on being naked," Mark commented in a change of subject. "What was her first reaction when she heard about your morning swims with the kids?" Karin asked. Mark just nodded his head. "Point made. She wanted to join us, right then. Let me guess; thirst for intimacy, right?" "Got it in one. Can you handle it, Mark? Can you really become that nudist?" "I can do what I have to to heal my family. As long as you keep calling the shots, I will do my part." Gently, Gloria probed "What will it take, Mark, so you can handle this scenario? Jeannie has been home a few days, and is barely getting over her mother. So far, she has not seen you naked. You come home from work, strip, and head for the pool as usual. She sees you as you come out onto the patio, and freaks. You calmly explain about the new attitude toward nudity because of Kathleen's slavery. You tell her that it is your home and you have the right to be comfortable. Now, how far are you from being able to do that?" "God! That's ... that's..." "That is a very realistic scenario. It is almost sure to happen if you do your after work laps." "I'm a ways from that, Gloria," Mark admitted. "I suppose the only way a person develops the composure for something like that is to experience more, um, difficult situations and experience them often," he mused aloud. "That's exactly right," Gloria told him. "Mark, I can provide any level of preparation you feel you need. I can get you ready to dance at Chippendales if you give me the word. I think, though, that some less drastic steps are obvious. First of all, I think you should not wear clothes at home unless there is a good reason. Also, I think you need exposure to more than just your kids. I would suggest Carol, Jess, and Marilyn, at least." Mark could not think of anything to say after that, but he had a lot to think about. ------- Chapter 14 Apparently, Bud inherited some of the instincts that made Ed a good cop. In the second week of Kim's new plan for school, Bud felt a sudden edginess as he followed the girls on a fairly long walk to Kim's next class. Dawn was nowhere in sight, but there was a guy keeping pace with the girls and looking around frequently. When the guy closed on the girls, Bud started the video cam. With the camera's LCD, he did not have to be obvious about it. It was somewhat out of boredom that he even thought of the camera. With no hint of an encounter for over a week, a video of the girls rejecting a romeo would at least be good practice. At that point, there was nothing to connect what was happening with Dawn, nor was there any hint that it was more than a casual pickup attempt. When the guy started talking to Meghan, then turned around and walked backwards, Bud wanted to forget the camera and get to his love. However, in a moment of clarity, he realized that he should let her handle it and just keep filming. It occurred to him that Meghan was already more dangerous than 95% of the population. His decision was tested immediately when Dawn and two other girls came into view from the other side of where the guy was trying to delay Meghan. Bud hesitated a moment, deciding again whether he needed to intervene. By the time he made up his mind, it was all over. The guy and one of the girls were bent over trying to get their breath. Dawn was facing away from Kim and yelling out curses. Kim had Dawn's arm bent up behind her back, forcing Dawn to rise up on her toes to try to relieve the pain. Kim's arm around Dawn's neck kept her in place. The last girl was on her knees, screaming from the pain of the bent finger that Meghan was holding. Thinking that he had enough video for what was needed, Bud hurried up to the girls, slowing to appear nonchalant the last several steps. He got right in front of Dawn, stood with his hands on his hips, and said "Well, Kim, I got it all on video. Hope you had the voice recorder on. Oh, wait! Let me get a shot of Dawn's ruined Pants and the piss running down her legs. What a souvenir that will make!" Dawn started another string of curses and Kim just pushed up harder on her arm. Noticing that the guy was able to stand, Bud said "Oh, Meghan, don't let your new friend there get away until we get his name." Meghan let go of the girl's finger and took the half-recovered guy's billfold out. "Should be a student ID card in there," Bud suggested. "Just take it and let him run off." Finding the card, Meghan handed the guy the billfold with a saucy "You really need to work on your pickup lines, you know." To Bud, Meghan said "We did it by the numbers, Honey. Nothing happened until he grabbed me and Dawn grabbed Kim. We've got them cold." That reminded Bud to call his dad, which he did immediately. Apparently, Ed called campus security because they showed up within two or three minutes. Predictably, the rest of the afternoon was shot. Ed showing up probably speeded things up, but it still seemed to take forever. Naturally, Dawn insisted that she and her friends were the ones attacked. It only took playing the voice recorder to kill that argument. As Dawn and her two cohorts approached Kim, Dawn was heard on the recording snarling "You're mine, Bitch. Nobody gets away from me. Don't let Blondie interfere, Jack. We're taking Kim with us." By saying Kim's name, Dawn had really incriminated herself. The next voice was Meghan telling Kim "You take Dawn. I've got the rest. Then, there were two loud grunts, a yelp from Dawn and a scream from the girl in the finger hold. After a brief period of Dawn's cursing with the screams of the finger girl for counterpoint, Bud's voice was heard. ------- Not that she really needed it any longer, but Bud could not resist the chance to show off Meghan's skill. He could not tell exactly when they might get home, but he made calls so that everyone would be at the house. Naturally, someone thought of food, and a party was born. When they finally got home, Bud was surprised to see Chuck there with Gloria. Julie asked for permission to speak and explained. "We told Kathleen and Marilyn that they should dress, but they refused." "What did Mark think of that?" Bud asked. "Of course I didn't like it at first," Mark answered, having just moved into the conversation. "But with the progress Kath is making, I am not going to make an issue out of it. I am beginning to understand just a little about their feelings. Chuck is a great guy that they all know. Besides that, he is with Gloria, which makes him a near deity." Bud could only shake his head and laugh. The fact that the reason for the party took less than twenty seconds to show diminished the celebration not at all. Bud coordinated the voice recorder with the video cam and played them through the TV together. The first playing, in real time, produced a chorus of gasps, then loud cheering. The gasps were because Meghan moved almost too fast to be seen. In a slow motion replay, the guy could be seen grabbing Meghan's arm while Dawn grabbed Kim's wrist. Even in slow motion, Meghan's stiff-fingered jab at the guy's solar plexus was still blindingly fast. Just as Meghan turned and delivered the same jab to the closest girl, Kim stomped hard on Dawn's instep. While Meghan stepped behind her to reach the other girl, Kim grabbed Dawn's wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back. When the finger girl started screaming, Kim gave an extra push on Dawn's arm. In trying to escape, Dawn had ended up facing the camera. The wet stain could be seen spreading on her white Capri pants. That produced the biggest cheer of all. Kim was naked for the party, of course. When she stood up for a little victory dance, Meghan quickly shed her clothes and joined Kim. The sight of the two beauties hugging and bouncing in excitement was something no male in the family would ever forget. Later, Meghan and Bud had to take care of Kim before they could take care of their own arousal. The delay certainly did not seem to cool off Meghan. Meghan had a way of accepting compliments graciously but reservedly. Only Bud got to see how much the compliments REALLY affected her. Barely able to think, Bud was still able to chide himself once again for his previous reluctance to commit to Meghan. Not only were her movements always graceful. All of her interactions with people were gracious and respectful. No wonder the women had touted her so hard. The day after the little party, Chuck invited Bud for brunch before Kim had class. "If I had any idea Meghan was going to strip, I wouldn't have come along," Chuck said by way of apology. Bud just looked at his uncle for a long moment, then responded "If I had any idea you were going to come home and fall in love with Gloria, I would have acted much differently with her." Chuck just grinned. "I guess nudity means almost nothing to either of them, does it?" "Well, we have to qualify as worthy," Bud pointed out. "Because Meghan is so thrilled for her aunt, you more than qualify as worthy." "I am just assuming about Meghan," Chuck said, "but aren't we just the luckiest SOBs to find such magnificent women who are so unashamedly sexual? So many beauties are so hung up on their beauty that they can't really give of themselves to their partners." "You assume correctly," Bud acknowledged. "I guess I can't really consider a woman truly beautiful unless she CAN be openly sexual." "I've heard about your, uh, temporary girlfriend," Chuck said cautiously. "Dora. Yeah, she was Kim's choice for a 'socially acceptable' girl for a varsity athlete. No one ever thought we were long-term. Well, maybe Dora had some of those thoughts, but I never encouraged them." "She was a beauty who wouldn't show her sexuality, huh?" "I guess," was all Bud would say. "Do you think Gloria is considering giving up D-House?" Chuck asked, surprising Bud. "Chuck, by now, you are much closer to her. We don't even have many advisory group meetings about the slaves any more. I don't think she would give it up until her brother's situation is settled. After that, I think you could talk her into anything. You know, she has been looking for you all her life." "Yeah. Ain't I the lucky one, though?" His remark was sincere, not the least bit sarcastic. "Get her pregnant. That would settle the D-House matter," Bud suggested. Chuck gaped at him. "Damn! I never thought of that!" "Get together with Roger and work it out for both Gloria and Karin to get pregnant." Bud took the video and audio recordings along to the next martial arts class, and Kim came with him and Meghan. The instructor wanted a copy for both instruction and advertising purposes. He was effusive in his praise of the girls for doing exactly as they had been taught. ------- The city and campus police had a good relationship. With Ed's presence on the scene, his daughter the intended victim, and the suspect named Winthrop, the campus chief decided the potential case was above his pay grade and handed it over. Naturally, Ed could not be directly involved, but the Winthrops easily recognized a stacked deck. The campus chief did agree to do a followup investigation on Dawn. It turned out that other parents of daughters that Dawn had turned had complained. Without actionable evidence, there had been little the police could do. Now, with some solid evidence, they were eager to rid the school of one more troublesome student. The big decision was whether to file charges, and if so, what charges. Ed insisted that Kim had to file. It was the old game of building a defense against civil suits. As it turned out, Dawn was a bad apple in a generally benevolent, civic-minded, well-established, high-achieving family. Sumner Winthrop, Dawn's father and the current patriarch, called Ed at his office and asked to meet with Kim's family. He offered to come to the Haller house. When Mr. Winthrop arrived, Ed's stern demeanor was mostly due to having lost the debate that had raged since the meeting was scheduled. "Mr. Winthrop, I sincerely appreciate your willingness to meet like this. I have to tell you that what you will see in the living room I argued strongly against. However, my daughter was adamant and I have to applaud her courage and determination. That said, welcome to our home." No amount of carefully cultured cool could prevent Sumner Winthrop from a gasp of surprise upon entering the living room. Ed's family plus Meghan was there. Kim stood next to Bud wearing only her collar. Julie was clothed. After a quick introduction and getting everyone but Bud and Kim seated, Ed nodded to Bud. "Permission to say your piece, Slave Kim," Bud said. With that, Kim knelt in the slave position in front of Winthrop and began to speak. "Mr. Winthrop, this is not some sort of a trick. I do this to, hopefully, let you see just what kind of harm Dawn has caused. I am one of the lucky ones. When I was helpless against Dawn, my brother had the courage to protect me by making me his slave." Kim spent many minutes describing what had happened between her and Dawn. At the end, she said "You may be wondering why I didn't just say 'no' to Dawn and walk away. The fact is that because of my personality, I was helpless. Dawn is a skilled predator who sensed that. I know of at least two other girls to whom Dawn has done much more damage. They did not have a loving, courageous brother to save them." Until then, Winthrop had had no chance to say anything. "We have been aware that Dawn was not living according to the standards we as a family ascribe to. I am afraid we had no idea of the severity of what she has done." "Mr. Winthrop," Ed interjected, "only one thing kept Dawn from being charged with accessory to rape after one incident. For the sake of my career, I decided not to have Kim processed after the last incident. I still believe it was the correct decision, for Kim's benefit, as well. "However, if this meeting does not result in something to curtail Dawn's abuses, my decision will prove to be selfish and wrong." At Wintrhrop's urging, Ed described the incident in detail. He related the considered opinions of experienced cops at the scene the Kim had been given a date rape drug. By this time, Winthrop was shaken. "What will it take to satisfy you? Oh, I can assure you there will be no lawsuits filed from our side." "For various reasons, it would not be good for me if Kim accepted some kind of settlement," Ed explained. "I suppose that leaves us in a very weak position. However, the fact that you came here indicates that you do not want Dawn's behavior to continue." Winthrop nodded. "As a family, we have tried hard to avoid inflicting 'spoiled rich brats' on the world. I think if you check on the rest of our young people, you will see evidence of that effort. Unfortunately, with Dawn, it failed. Frankly, we do not know what to do with her. "Son," Winthrop nodded toward Bud, "I know you made a slave of your sister for completely different reasons, but you may have offered me some hope. Is there someone knowledgeable in the whole process of enslavement that you could refer me to?" Five people were gaping in amazement. Bud finally was able to say "Sir, my mentor is a PhD psychologist and professional dominatrix. She would be the perfect person to help you. Should I have her call your office?" "That would be perfect," Winthrop consented. "I understand your reasons for not seeking a settlement. It speaks well of your integrity and commitment to your profession," Winthrop said to Ed. "Understand that you have made a friend today. That is not something that I say lightly. "I think I will be in the strange position for a father of urging the DA to seek the maximum punishment. If it can be worked out, slavery will be Dawn's option." Standing up and holding out his hand to Kim, Winthrop pulled her to her feet. Looking her straight in the eye, he told her "I am happy to discover that you are nothing like Dawn described you. I would wager that before your brother enslaved you, you would not have been able to speak as you did to me, even clothed. Is that a good bet?" Kim just nodded. "All I can offer is my intent to do everything I can to change Dawn. You give me hope that I may have found a way." With that, Winthrop said his goodbyes, gave Ed a card with hand-written phone number and email address, and left. It was a matter of minutes before any of the Hallers could think of anything to say. Kim broke the silence. "You know, I've had all of these dreams of revenge. We didn't get that, but somehow, I feel good about the way it worked out." That seemed to rouse Julie, and she quickly shed her clothes. Then she threw herself at Ed and kissed him fiercely. Turning to Bud, Julie pled "Permission to speak, Master Bud?" When Bud gave her permission, Julie "May I be excused to go and and fuck your father to within an inch of his life? I am so proud of him I can't stand it!" No one laughed and Bud just nodded. He could not recall ever hearing the 'f' word from his mother before. No one laughed, either, when Meghan said to Kim "Come on, Sis. I can smell you. Let's make you feel better. Girl, you have so got guts!" ------- Not being involved in Mark's counseling sessions, Bud was not aware of everything Mark was doing to 'reinvent' himself for Kathleen's return home. That whatever he was doing was having a dramatic effect on Josh became apparent to everyone. Kelli had several after school activities, so she could not come home with Josh every day. Bud did not think it best for Josh and Sarah to come and see Kathleen every day. Between the two situations, an after-school schedule was worked out. By the next time the kids came to see Kathleen after school, Carol had gotten Bud to make an exception for Josh. She had also primed all of the women, including Sarah. Carol met Sarah and Josh at the gate to the patio. Just inside, she and Sarah stripped Josh, and Sarah dropped her own clothes with record speed. The two women put Josh's arms around them and they all walked toward the pool. Naturally, all of the other women were waiting in the pool and came charging out to greet Josh and fuss over his courage and his desire to please his mother. Kathleen was a little late joining the mob because of the predictable potty dash." "Well, one more thing I don't have to remember to take to school every day," Josh quipped as they all gathered in the kitchen to come up with something for dinner. "I assume you were behind that, Dad." "Angry?" "Nah. Those Grandma Lewis clones are all such sexy, loving women! That includes our resident clone, here." Josh gave Sarah a quick hug. "There's no way they would ridicule or humiliate me. Tease? Damn, do they tease. But it's just..." "Guess you'll never wonder why I married your mom, huh?" "Never did." ------- The last worries about Josh's social development were blown away the next day. Josh came through the gate already naked, but this time, he was arm and arm with a striking naked redheaded girl. She was tall and thin, but everything about her spoke of immense energy. When they were close enough, they could all see that energy fairly crackling from her green eyes. In mere minutes, Kelli had four new wannabe mothers. They could not congratulate Josh enough on being able to attract such a wonderful girl. When Kelli coquettishly asked when the men were coming out, it became clear why Josh had changed so much so quickly. ------- Everyone involved was overjoyed that Marilyn had joined her sisters as a 'pseudo-slave'. The advisory group was discussing Marilyn in an early April meeting, when Bud raised a concern. "I think Marilyn represents our biggest secrecy risk. Her children must know about the divorce. Considering how close she is to Ted and Sonja, I would expect one or both of them to try to come and see her before long. I know she told them not to, but it has been a month, now." "I have spent a lot of time interviewing Marilyn," Jason reminded them. "I keep thinking that early in my study process, I may have found a richer source than I may ever find again. "You can imagine my surprise when I came for the first interview - that was with Kim - and Marilyn greeted me, as bare as her sisters. I mentally discounted that as maybe a dare or something exciting to do. When I showed up for her first interview, she was just as bare, and completely at ease. "I have come to understand about the women's strong thirst for intimacy and using their bare bodies with men close to them to satisfy that need. But I was a relative stranger." "She probably didn't see it that way," Karin corrected. "You're right," Jason agreed. "It wasn't just thinking of me as a doctor, either. I think it is a minor violation of confidentiality to tell what she said. She told me that the women were already discussing whether Kim should wait until her hair grew all the way back before the wedding." Jason was only a little puzzled when the other three burst into extended laughter. Gloria was the first one able to speak, and she informed Jason. "On a couple of occasions, we wondered whether Kim knew you were interested in her." "Hummpphh! Among the many things I'm learning about women from this crazy project..." "Oh no!" Karin mock wailed. "We can't work with Jason if he's going to learn all our female secrets!" That only provoked more laughter. "Never fear," Jason consoled Karin, "There is far too much mystery for a mere lifetime of research to make a dent." That did not exactly quell the mirth. "I asked Marilyn why she would willingly submit herself to the humiliation of being naked and the lack of privacy of sharing a dorm situation. She became very animated when the told me I was all wrong. "Uh, Bud, you are not hearing this, right? Confidentiality, you know. Marilyn told me that being naked at the house was not humiliating at all. When people looked at her bare body, they smiled, or the kept looking, or they complimented her. Gene made her be naked in their bedroom often, but it was more of an inspection. He was looking for things that she needed to improve. She could not remember compliments. She did not think it even excited him to look at her. Before long, it did not excite her, either." "That's pretty deep, Jason," Bud said soberly. "Don't think I would have understood it even if you had told me." Marilyn's words were too much of a downer for more than light chuckles after that attempt at humor. "OK," Jason resumed, "It's even more important that I don't tell Bud this next stuff. Marilyn said that privacy just meant loneliness. Gene enforced her privacy. Apparently, her going out was very restricted and her wardrobe very demure - the usual controlling husband stuff. "However, Brad's last year or so at home, Gene seemed to think Brad should have some of his privileges with Marilyn." That brought a gasp from the women and a groan from Bud." "You know Jason, when I thought Marilyn was joyfully naked with her family for some good reasons, it was fine. If she is doing it because some bad stuff traumatized her, I don't know." "That's a good sentiment, Bud, but I don't believe it is a problem," Jason countered. "Remember the thirst for intimacy. Well, in her marriage, she was denied it. Even nakedness with her spouse was not intimate. Even sex was not intimate compared to what she has with Ron." Oh, I know she has told you about sleeping with Ron. "So, here is a lovely woman who is honestly the happiest when there is someone around to talk to, to look at her bare body, or to cuddle with. Throw in the feeling that she is helping her sisters, and Marilyn will be the least happy when the slavery ends." "Which it really must before the college students come home," Bud reminded them. "I'm not so sure of that," Jason countered, "but since Jeannie is the most worrisome one, we need to defer to Mark. Kim and Julie will be ready by then. Actually, they were probably 'cured' psychologically after a couple of weeks." "I didn't have the heart to spoil their fun," Bud grumped. Gloria told Bud "I know you think the slavery has come up short because none of the women ever felt more than minor humiliation. None of them chafed at anything but the measurement sessions. Never forget; just having the courage to enslave Kim was more than even your dad could do. You started a chain of events that has brought huge long-term changes to the family. There is no failure here, at all." "Amen to that," Jason concurred. "And you have my thanks for boosting my own social development and happiness." As usual eager to deflect praise, Bud returned to his original subject "So what happens if Sonja or Ted show up?" "Are you sure Marilyn hasn't told them about the slavery?" "Oh, she wouldn't give that away. It's too precious to her," Bud reassured them. "I guess Marilyn should just stay at Ron's, then," Karin suggested. "That's not what she will want," Jason declared. "She will want him to come to Hallers'." "And she won't want to dress, right?" Gloria guessed. Bud thought aloud "We've never had a situation where we told the slaves to dress or stay away. I guess we'd better do that if Ted arrives." "Won't be necessary," Jason stated. "What makes Marilyn happy will make the others happy, so it will be just like with Josh." "Even Kim? Ted is not really family, you know." "I understand Kim always got along well with him. That will be enough," Jason asserted. "Does that bother you, Jason?" "No. We've talked about that before." ------- Bud was lying awake and pondering. He was thinking of all of the taboos and conventions that had been violated or ignored. As far as the balance of good and bad results, though, he had long ago settled that in his mind. It was all good. Only his relationship with his mother gave him pause. After the level of intimacy between them, how would that relationship evolve. It certainly could not stay the same. The idea that it might somehow deteriorate seemed ridiculous, though. He should just let it happen and enjoy the result. "Oh, no! I've lost my touch and we're not even married, yet! How can you still be awake?" Meghan's first words made him jump. She had certainly done her best to render him comatose. He had thought she was sound asleep. It seemed like several women could live right in his head, and Meghan most of all. The fact that she could do it in her sleep was ... Hell! It was just fine. It was great. It seemed impossible to him that he ever had reservations about her. He really was beyond any more sexual activity, though. Fortunately, she only wanted to see if she could get closer. He doubted she would ever admit that crawling inside his skin was just impossible. It was certainly to his benefit to keep her trying. In just a few weeks, their relationship had matured so the perfection of her body was not the primary aspect of her in his thoughts. Inside the perfect body was a person that more and more amazed, delighted, and thrilled him. Of course, at times like right then, having that naked perfection seeking ever more closeness was more than welcome. It seemed like she could employ every square inch of her luscious skin to caress and entice him. Who would have thought that trying to save his sister would have had such an impact on so many people, especially him. ------- It was time to end the slavery project before the four girl cousins in college out of town came home. No one was surprised when it was Carol who insisted on a little 'end of slavery' pool party. It was set up for late Saturday afternoon so no one would be delayed because of work. Carol must have done some heavy-duty convincing, because literally everyone was there. The sisters and Kim, of course, Ed, Meghan and Bud, Carol and Chet, the three psychologists, Jess and Ron, Sarah and Josh, and Ted. Even Chuck was included. Except for Josh's girlfriend Kelli, it included everyone who had seen the slaves naked. Only the three slaves had no swimsuit on when the party started. Bud's little speech was brief, but well thought out. He spoke first about Kim and her progress, then held out a two-piece suit and helped her into it. He then did the same for Julie. As people were applauding Julie, Mark came up and asked to speak. Taking Kathleen's hand in one of his and the suit intended for Kathleen in the other, he surprised and mesmerized the group with what he said and did. "Chet, I salute you as the head of a family with an unparalleled level of love and care for each other. You and Carol led the way by stepping way out of your comfort zone for a risky, highly unconventional project that you had no input into. You had the insight to see that Kathleen needed the same thing and the courage to insist that she be included. You put aside life-long conventions and supported the slaves in every possible way. "Ed, I know how you have always treasured the tranquility of your home." Gesturing toward the crowd, Mark continued "Tranquility? Hah! Not with this mob. But it was healing the slaves, and you never once made a complaint." There was applause and cheers after that. "How many young men could find the courage to do what Bud did to save his sister. To him, the prospect of the things he did was not arousing. Rather, he spent many sleepless nights troubled by the morality of what he planned. "But he did it, and Bud, I will be forever grateful. I am grateful because you did something that I would never think to do - something I would not have had the guts or the knowledge to do. I am thrilled that you have been so well rewarded with the love of such an awesome woman." There was long cheering and applause after that. "Despite all the love and care I tried to give her, Kathleen was hurting, hurting badly. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed at the chance to have Bud do it for me. I felt helpless. I felt guilty. But I had to do something." Mark held up Kathleen's hand and had her turn completely around. "Those who remember the day Kathleen came here - be amazed. I am. Amazed, proud, impressed - but also ashamed. My wife should not have had to go through this." Then, Mark held up the suit intended for Kathleen. "Honey, I'm afraid you can't put this symbolic suit on today. You have a some pounds left before you reach your goal. It is important to you and important to me that you reach it. But you won't be doing it alone. "Kathleen, I promise you today, that you will never have these problems again. I commit to being the husband you need to find the contentment you deserve. I promise to be your partner in completing the goals you have set and in making sure you never lack for support, encouragement, understanding, and love. You won't face anything alone again." With that, Mark pushed down his own swimsuit and kicked it away. He held his hand and Kathleen's high as if in a victory celebration. There was a gasp, then a mixture of applause and crying. Carol, Karin, and Gloria hurried around to tell everyone else to keep their suits on. This was strictly Mark's symbolic gesture. Kathleen almost disintegrated on the spot. Thinking ahead, Mark led her almost running to the patio door. He waited outside until she returned from the potty and was besieged by hugs and expressions of encouragement. Kathleen hardly stopped crying enough to eat. To those paying attention, the fact that Sarah reacted hardly at all to her dad's nakedness indicated the level of change that had already occurred at the Webster home. To those who remembered Mark's first foray into Ed's newly opened pool, the physical change in him, though not as dramatic as his wife's, was still impressive. His all-over tan sent a message, as well. Bud knew that Mark had been spending a lot of time with the psychologists. He could not help wondering, though, what had gone on to enable Mark to make such an impressive symbolic gesture. Even though he could tell that Kathleen was nearly twitching with the anticipation of getting him into their own bed, Mark waited and stayed naked until almost everyone had left. First, Bud had a final talk with his slave. "Kathleen, you are no longer slave Kathleen. But until you come back here and weigh in at your goal, Mark is acting for me. Will you consider him your master until your project is complete?" Kathleen, still amazed and disoriented, even though Mark had been naked and by her side through the hours of socializing, just looked at first Bud, then at Mark with wide eyes and nodded her head. At that point, she would have done anything Mark said. If his goal was to establish a different type of presence in his wife's mind, he was off to an excellent start. "Kathleen," Mark said, "I haven't told you yet, but I've had some disturbing conversations with Jeannie's roommate. It's just like Kim, only it's a guy taking her over. "I need to be on campus when she finishes her last final. Otherwise, the bastard may be able to take her away. And I need help. Bud, if there was any way you could come with me, I would feel much better. I'll rent a conversion van or RV so there is room for everyone. "Bud, if we can't straighten Jeannie out with the changes we've made, could we call on you to enslave her?" Bud had thought of this party as a real break point. He could put behind him the successful but still traumatic things he had done to save his sister, mother, and aunt. He could look forward to focusing on Megan and their relationship. He could spend more time on martial arts, which he was enjoying more each week. He could get ready for basketball camp, which Meghan, his father, and his instructor had talked him into. Now, if Mark's worst fears were realized, the slavery business would not be ended after all. Those same moral dilemmas would again keep him awake at night. It was not fair. In frustration, he turned his back to collect his thoughts for a gentle refusal. He happened to see his mother almost towing his father toward the upstairs. Her intention was obvious. He caught a glimpse of Kim similarly dragging Jason toward his car. The desire was almost radiating from her. The women in his family had been saved. Mark had obviously done a lot to 'reinvent' himself. Could Bud sleep any better if he refused to do what he could to help other troubled parts of the family? He remembered his grandmother's humorous comment about starting on the cousins after he fixed her chubby daughters. Carol's joke was turning into a prophecy. With a quick mental kick in the ass, he turned back, shook Mark's hand, and told him "Sure. How could I not? We need to have Meghan along. She could be a companion for Jeannie. She could also convince the bastard to let her go, if needed." ------- EPILOGUE On that November Friday night, Bud wondered if he could feel any more pride if it was one of their children up on stage. Nobody clapped any longer or harder then he did as the cast took their curtain call. When the drama coach at the high school had announced the fall play, Bud had been convinced that a higher power was rewarding him for having the courage to enslave Kim. One of the play's prominent female roles had some scenes where martial arts skill was required. Combined with her looks, her natural grace, and the intensive drama course she had taken over the summer, Meghan was a shoo in for the part. In Bud's completely biased opinion, she had stolen the show. Glancing at Gloria next to him, it was obvious that she agreed. Actually, there was a whole row of Lewis women and spouses who shared that opinion. That fact that Jeannie was cheering as loudly as any of the others was a tribute to Meghan's naturally winning nature. It had taken some time for Jeannie's opinion of Meghan to change from near hatred. Back in May, Mark, Kathleen, Bud, and Meghan had driven in a rented RV to Jeannie's campus to pick her up after her last exam. Just as Mark had feared, it turned out to be a rescue mission. Jeannie viewed it as more of a kidnapping at the time, though. When Meghan did some serious physical damage to Jeannie's erstwhile master, Jeannie had tried to attack Meghan. Because of Jeannie's near hysteria at being forcibly removed from the guy who had taken control of her, they had to enslave her immediately. Mark had foreseen that eventuality, and acting on Gloria's counsel had brought along everything necessary. After a call to Gloria, Mark and Bud had decided to start to break Jeannie immediately. They had parked the RV in an isolated spot at the nearest rest stop on the interstate. There, after Mark and Kathleen left the RV, Bud had repeated what he had done to his sister, mother, and aunt. Things were not quite the same with the limited shower space, but he was able to improvise. Since Jeannie's hair looked as butch as had Kim's, she got the shaved head, too. Because Jeannie fought him all the way, it was not nearly the same experience. He had enlisted Meghan's help, and it was needed. By the time Jeannie had endured many paddle strokes of increasing strength, all Jeanie could do was lie on her stomach. Jeannie was not allowed to wear anything for nearly a month. She rode home naked with an extremely sore bottom and was led naked into the Haller house. While Jeannie was being retrieved from school, Ted had shown up. He had taken a new job in town and found a place where Marilyn and his sister Sonja could live with him. Neither wanted to stay at the family home with Gene. Besides her own family, the Hallers, and her grandparents, Bud had decided to include Ted in Jeannie's support group. Because Ted was the son of Gene and his first wife, there was no genetic connection to any of his cousins. Jeannie, and to a lessor extent, Kim, had been objects of Ted's interest when growing up. From Jeannie's initial shock and dismay at Ted's presence, things eventually moved to affection, then love. That was the turning point, and from then on Jeannie's progress mirrored Kim's. Chuck had taken Bud's suggestion to heart and by October, Gloria announced her pregnancy and started actively seeking a buyer for D-House. Ron had gotten his company to hire the trio of psychologists for a series of seminars and workshops. The excellent reception had led to three other contracts and it looked like a new venture was born. School was going well for Bud. To his surprise, the basketball coach had asked him to join what amounted to a practice squad. Since he was to be a guard, a position he had not played in high school, he considered the invitation the best he could have hoped for. The whole project to save his sister had taught Bud many things. Seeing his lover taking a bow with the rest of the cast and thinking about his surprising basketball opportunity, he knew what the most important lesson was. The advice of people who really cared for him should be heeded. They could often see what was best for him more objectively than he could see for himself. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2011-06-07 Last Modified: 2011-06-26 / 07:01:40 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------