The Family Feud III

Chapter Twenty-Three
“Bill’s Journal: One”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1

**Note to reader: Bill Taylor is not a great writer. His narrative has been cleaned up and edited in order to improve readability, while trying to capture the essence of Bill’s intention. He often pragmatically outlines things, or makes notes that are only relevant to him and in those cases we have attempted to embellish upon and elaborate them. Liberties have also been taken in capturing dialogue.

This journal is an “enhanced narrative” from his perspective without changing his context as poetic license. Some of what is presented is his “internal monologue” that he did not write at the time. The “reading between the lines.” of his thoughts. Had we presented the original journal it would quite literally be a sequence of events without context. “This happened, then this happened, then we went here.”.

I had just completed Uldaman for the seventh time with my level 65 Death Knight. It was a pretty good run, I managed to get the Gni'kiv Medallion from the dwarf's chest in Dig Two. That and the Tsol shaft from Revelosh got me the Staff of Prehistoria but I think it is soul bound so I am not sure if I can send it to my blood elf.

I should be looking for a job and all that, but the way I look at it the time I am Master of the house is time I really need to enjoy. If I am out interviewing (if I managed to get one) I may miss out on some of the stuff I really need to manage around here with the girls. Let’s be honest, also I really love to play World of Warcraft. I finally left my guild and started my own. I used to avoid leadership roles, but I find I love the shit out recruiting noobs, managing the bank and setting up raids.

Speaking of things I love the shit out of, the first of my lovely little whores is home. Which one is it? Oh Wendy, my beautiful wife and personal slave cunt.

“Hello Whore?” I spun in my chair to address her. She had her gag in so all she could do was mumble as she took the towel she had on off. She knew she had to get naked right away. “Good girl.” I encouraged her.

Just looking at her still makes my cock ache. Twenty years in and I still can't get enough of her tits and ass. Or that face. She used to never get naked for me. I usually only saw her naked in passing while she dressed for work, or under the veil of darkness in our bed on the rare occasions we had sex. Now I feast on her all the time.

I could look all I wanted at every inch of her tight, well-toned, tanned body. She couldn’t deny me looking at any part of her, inside or outside. I enjoyed looking at my handiwork with the strap, all those welts and bruises, most of them I put on her and she took them because she owed it to me. She wanted me to be happy and she endured because I told her to do it.

This is what cocaine must feel like - intoxicating euphoria, with this feeling of invincibility - like you can’t get enough of it. You wake up every day wanting more. I don’t think the girls would go for an extension after they get all their stars, but I can dream. I have some new rules I worked on today. They are not finished, but I kind of hope they draw things out a little longer and give me some more time in the Commander’s chair here.

Even if not, I think the girls won’t question who is boss again for a while.

Wendy is shrewd, so I need to play things close to my vest. I don’t want to seem too needy and whiny about how they enslaved us and use that to guilt trip her into this. When I introduce the rules, I am going to seem confident and in control just like I practiced in the mirror today.

“Slut, get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me. Suck on these nuts before your cunt of a daughter gets home.” I was sitting naked in my chair, and smiling while I watched her do exactly what I told her with a quickness she never showed before. She was scared, she knew I had read the report Steve sent home about her.

I used to sit around in boxers and a wife-beater, but lately I’ve felt so good about myself, I have not bothered to wear clothes. I am not as pretty to look at as my wife. I’m completely out of shape but it doesn’t feel as wrong to be naked around the house, even alone anymore. I don’t have to answer to anyone if I do, anyway.

I popped the gag out of her mouth and slapped her face. “Too slow getting here, go back to the front door and try it again. This time when you come back shave some time off it.”

I laughed as she waddled away on all fours, back to try crossing the room again for my amusement. It was still sinking in to me as I watched my wife’s ass shake back and forth that she would have that ridiculous tattoo on her ass for a long time. Wow, what was I thinking to let that happen? What is done is done. I am just going to pretend that is what I wanted after all. That is what leaders do. Turn lemons into lemonade.

On her second trip across the living room on her hands and knees, she shaved off a few seconds from her time (I assume as I didn’t bother to time it). I told her “Good cunt, you’ve made me happy. You are really doing your best to impress me with your obedience.” and I pet her head like my puppy. I swear I saw a smile on her face as if she was proud of what she had done. Can you fucking believe this shit?

She was licking my balls as I went back to checking my internet forums. A week from now is this big internet forum meeting that I planned to intend. I’ve already got the reservations and everything, but I don’t think the girls will be done with the training by then. I am probably going to cancel it. That would give Graymalkin a lot of satisfaction. That fucking forum troll has been riding me for years, always disproving my facts and naysaying my opinions about sports and politics.

I could bring Wendy and Jamie with me. The thing is though, I am already feeling weird about people ogling my daughter. I can’t even tell Chris the feelings I am having about all of this. On the one hand, I am actually loving making Mrs. Perfect and her perfect daughter have to eat crow and humiliate themselves. If I kept it all private, just to myself that is exactly what they would expect. They would think I am insecure and possessive.

They definitely hate having to shake their asses for strangers more than I do.

On the other hand, I can’t help but feel, well I suppose I would have to call it “insecure and possessive”. I want Wendy for myself. I want to stick my dick so far up her ass it comes out of her mouth and just leave it there. What does it benefit me to share that with other men?

I will tell you one reason. I want every other man to know what I'm sticking my dick into. I want them to dream they might someday be lucky enough to tap that ass. I like being able to torment her by making her fulfill those wishes because I told her too, not because she wants too. If that is fucked up, then call me 'Fucked Up Bill'.

When I make her share her time, her body, her attention with others, I know it is because she wants to please me. I know that she wants to be with me. That fucking thrills the shit out of me. It thrills me to let men know that the only reason they get anything at all from her, is if I say so.

Hot women can get all this attention from men who want to do things to get in their pants. So how would you feel if you had a hot woman who would do anything to get in yours? Making her prove she will do anything for me, has been the best week of my life since my kids were born.

I am a little less sure about where to go on this with Jamie. She is a beautiful girl, and she is very compliant. She wants to do everything her mother has to do. Which is ironic considering her mother is willing to do so much more if I keep Jamie from doing everything her mother has to do.

Oh god, this BJ feels so fucking good. One benefit of all this is she has learned to be an excellent cock sucker. Practice does make perfect, and she has me to thank for all that practice! She is thanking me right now with her tongue expertly loving my dick.

She also seems to have gained a healthy fear and respect when I push her in that direction. The fear of what might happen drives her. Her own guilt eats her up, but she overcomes it by whatever demons compel her to stick to this agreement. The night at Rahjid’s motel is always hanging over her head that we may go back to that, or that Jamie may have to go. Those scenarios that may never happen only help preserve my control.

I have to remember to go back over there and get my stuff. I’ve got some old football trophies and things I don’t want to lose that he is still holding for back rent. Stuff if I was going to the internet user’s forum, I’d want to shove in Graymalkin’s fat little face, because he said I wasn’t MVP of the championship game my senior year. I’ve got the fucking game ball signed by everyone including the coach. “Best Player Ever!”

During the day that would cut into my computer time, and at night, well I can’t very well go when I can be getting my balls worshipped like twin gods. Damn Wendy is amazing with that tongue of hers, I think I am going to shoot jizz all over her face.

Oh fuck, that is the door. Chris and Jamie are here. I have to pull my dick out of Wendy’s mouth and hope they didn’t see. Why the fucking charade? I make the little twat pull me off? Why can’t she see Wendy suck my dick? Why do we need these limits?

Damnit, whenever I get super horny and haven’t cum I start to question why there are limits at all. I know why there are limits. Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk.

“So 'Cunt Face', how was school?”

She was already undressing, wiggling her little ass and shimmying out of her skirt. “It was fine sir, but I need to confess my willful misbehavior to you, and beg punishment and forgiveness.” I like how she shimmies out of her skirt. She rocks her ass back and forth like she is hula hooping without a hula hoop.

I know Father's aren't supposed to think that of their daughter, but you would be a damned liar if you saw this perfect body taking her clothes off and weren't moved by it. I don't care who you are. The fact she does it and doesn't even realize she is being sexy is what makes it even more arousing.

Jamie looked like she was stressed out and agitated. I would say excited, but how could someone be excited to strip at the door and submit to humiliating torture? Then again my daughter has always been one to stay positive and energetic. I wonder how much of that is for show and how much she is afraid of my reaction so she is pretending to enjoy it?

I believe my glare was making her nervous, that is good. I could see the look on her face that my scowl was being taken seriously. It is about time in all the 16 years she has lived here, she started to have a little fear of me. That is respect for your elders.

She hadn’t asked for punishment quite like this before. I’ll pretend not to want to do it and make her wait. That should drive her fucking crazy with anticipation.

“I bet you do, you little slut. You don’t run things though do you?”

“No Sir”

“Then get outside with your whore mother and suntan. I want you to apply that crème you got at the fair last night as thoroughly as you can to each other’s fat asses, then I want you to take your position on those shovels and get some sun. We’ll tell you when you can come in and be punished. Chris and I have man business, and there is a lot to do before YOUR football game.” I made it sound like it was a huge sacrifice that the family would be attending her game. Usually we didn’t, so in a way it was.

“That is something we wanted to talk to you about as well, Sir. The football game…” She started to tell me about some dare or challenge that Chris had for her. Fuck that little cunt if she is going to defy me.

“Did I tell you it was time to talk or to get your dainty little ass outside and lubed up with the ointment, then on the poles with your whore mother? Chop-chop”

They both dutifully jiggled their naked asses outside to have one of their long mother daughter talks I am sure. I let them have them. It was more practical to keep them gagged but I think they were each other’s support to keep at it. If I wasn’t mistaken, after their talks they usually both came back refreshed and confident, willing to do more than I even expected of them in the first place.

I am sure the “Pooper Snooper” boys were outside waiting for them on the other side of the fence. I am not sure what is wrong with those kids. They had been out there every day watching the girls. They’d throw rocks at them, pine cones, lego bricks. They’d taunt them, tell jokes about them. Every now and then I’d go to the window and listen and snap a little video to add to my growing collection. It was kind of funny and I wanted to be able to go back over the things we had done and relive them.

That is the reason I am wasting my time with this fucking journal. Why else would I sit here and type it down? So some stranger could jack off to it? That would be kind of cool though. Some stranger with cock in hand reading what I put my wife and daughter through and wishing he were me. Sorry sucker, you aren’t Bill Taylor. I am the original. Ha Ha.

Once the girls were outside I caught up with Chris. I can only understand about half of the things he says. He will say “Cool Story, Bro” or “Come at me, Bro” and I am guessing that means he listened to what I told him and agreed with it. It is hard to tell if he is just amusing me and not really listening some times. I love him though.

Without him, this would be much harder for me. I would feel like the ‘bad guy’ controlling Wendy and Jamie. I know that may sound weird, but having my son help me, and participate kind of makes it feel less “evil” and I have less guilt about it. I won’t kid anyone. I do feel guilt some times.

Should my daughter be jerking me off? Should my wife be sucking strangers’ cocks? Should my son be pimping my daughter and my wife on dates with his friends? Most of me says, “Fuck yeah” but a tiny piece of me knows I am probably going to hell for all this.

Then I will have good company there. I was watching this internet movie the other day. “The Story of O”. It was just clips on a site, but it was so fucking good.

“In a strange, secluded chateau, a woman known only as O is introduced to sadomasochism by her lover: He whips her, chains her and watches her make love to and inflict pain on others. In the process of "proving her love" for him, she gives up everything -- even agreeing to be branded -- to provide him with pleasure.”

That sounds like Wendy. All that would have made it better is “With her daughter” and “By her husband and son” and then I would be like “The Story of OH YEAH!!”

Hah, I’ll probably end up on one of those shows like Jerry Springer or Steve Wilkos where guests admit they are pimping out their aunt or niece. To the producers that is a “Tuesday” show and they may even only be one segment. Where do they find these fucked up people who are willing to come on a show and tell the entire world how they are living?

I barely wanted to write a journal about it.

I come across as the strong silent type. I know that what is happening in my head sounds a lot more intelligent than what comes out of my mouth some times. I’ve found it best to just shut up and let people draw their own conclusions. The problem has been that sometimes people drew the wrong one and I paid for that. I’ve been trying to get better about expressing myself. This journal gives me a chance to practice being a good communicator when it’s just me as the audience.

Chris was a little uncomfortable by my nudity when it was just him and I in the living room. I could tell by his body language but I pretended not to notice. He and I made small talk about school and punishment.

We decided to make them each draw a correction card, but we would introduce the punishments later. This would give them time to imagine how bad it will be and really let their mind go to work on it. They have “Get out of jail cards” so they could just use them. I expect they probably will, but we have an opportunity for them to use up the cards, so we can really punish them next time. It is a win win for me.

Then I showed my rule amendments to Chris. He had some good ideas about some tweaks I could make so I made a few changes.

**If you are interested in the full “Bill’s Bill” foundation of rules, please refer to chapter nine of Family Feud II.

Bill’ and Chris’s First Amendment

We the Men of the Taylor household, in order to form a more Perfect Society, and to insure our Domestic Tranquility have decided to enhance the original Bill with this amendment.

While this amendment is designed to clarify the original Bill, where there is conflict between the Bill and this amendment, this amendment takes precedence.

As the girls are to be treated equally under the rules of the house, any and all females shall endure them equally while under training.

Article One – Terms of Chastity

Chastity devices will be offered to the girls at meaningful times when it is appropriate for them to wear them.

If the girl’s want to put them on, then their bottom holes are essentially off limits for training, games, dares, or play by anyone (including themselves). They can only remove them by getting permission from “key holders” who will supervise the removal and prompt re-application of the device so that they do not play with themselves while it is off.

If the girls do not put them on when given the opportunity, then bottom holes are in play. This includes being touched, inspected and played with when instructed by Taylor men or authorized supervisors. It will still be punishable for sluts to play with themselves without permission and may be considered a “correction”. (2^nd level punishment)

Stretching and kegel exercises may be ordered when chastity belts are not worn. Girls go without them at their own risk.

The girls do not have to take more than one finger of penetration in their holes if Chastity belts are not worn.

Exceptions:

Willingly choose a game, contest, dare or other activity that is understood by her to include a cock, she will be required to finish the activity including servicing the cock, or suffer an appropriate penalty.

As part of marital obligations.

If there is no practical way to wear the chastity belt, due to swimming or showering, the owners will notify the girls they have “Free Hole Time”. They will be treated as if they had on chastity belts, but they do not have to wear them. Girls are still forbidden from playing with themselves or touching themselves without permission.

Free Hole Time may only be granted by Taylor men or handlers.

Article Two- Letters

While stars can still be earned by performing a specific dare that has a star as a reward, those are designed to be hard to do, and failure is expected for most dares (anything worth doing is never easy). The Stars chart the progress towards the completion of the training program.

We shall introduce a letter system that will provide the Taylor men with a more flexible incentive system for moderately complex tasks. Letters will be awarded for specific, measurable tasks and dares, and contest awards, but also when a Taylor girl is caught “doing something right”

When she demonstrates the spirit of submission, that is spelled out in the letters she can be awarded the appropriate one. Each letter corresponds to a different Taylor woman value.

Trivial activities of little consequence or normal protocol will carry with them no letter reward.

There are five letters, each symbolizing a specific core belief that will be instilled in the training. Once a female collects a set of all five letters, they will immediately be converted into a star. The letters (and what they symbolize) are:

W - Working. Producing tangible goods and services for the Taylor Men. Dates who pay to be escorted by the Taylor women can “Tip” a number of W’s at the end of the date equivalent to the courtesy they were extended by the females.

H - Humiliation. Acceptance and participation in both humiliation dares, and living a life that recognizes and encourages your humility.

O - Obedience. Demonstrating a willingness and desire to obey your betters.

R - Respect. Show your respect to those in authority. This should not be confused with normal expected protocols of Taylor women. Saying “Sir” is a sign of respect, but this letter is awarded when sluts go above and beyond normal expectations.

E - Enthusiasm. Taylor Men don not want robots. We expect you not only to participate, but to participate enthusiastically. To earn this letter, you should be suggesting your own dares, or helping in your own discipline. You should do your chores and complete your assignments, no matter how unpleasant with a pleasing face and attitude.

Taylor women must have a complete spelling of WHORE to obtain a star.

Taylor women will memorize the core values and when asked about their tattoo will admit they are whores to their Taylor Men. They will also volunteer enthusiastically that each letter is to remind them of one of the core values and if the person wants to hear it, they are to explain each letter patiently.

The Taylor women are also to understand the principles of “HOPE”, Humility, Obedience, Patience and Endurance from the original rules. The WHORE values reinforce and overlap those core principles.

Article Three- Hierarchy

In the Taylor Family, men come first, women come second in all things.

In order to establish a more orderly household, the Taylor men may now promote and demote individuals to the following roles. The roles are listed from highest to lowest.

Owner: The Taylor Men, Bill and Chris own the Taylor women equally. This is the highest rank within the house and entitles them to all privileges and authorities jointly. They will make decisions together, and handle judgments together. It can be assumed that when one Owner speaks, he speaks with the authority of both owners on all matters.

Handler: A Handler will be granted a silver key that they may present as proof of their status. This key will unlock the chastity belts worn by the females of the house. The Handler is a supervisor who has been entrusted to act as an agent of the Owner. They can oversee and conduct infraction, inspections and report all behavior warranting corrections and judgments to the Owners if they are not present. Handlers have permission to enforce “infraction” level discipline and correct all Taylor females. Handlers can award no more than 10 letters per day(in total). Handlers may change alert levels (see article six).

To be a Handler, one must prove they understand all ten types of “infractions” and be a trustworthy individual. They must show sound judgment when changing alert levels and instructing the females.

Steve and Cathy Griffin are Handlers.

Key Holder: A key holder may be a temporary title granted for a period of time, or a person may hold that rank permanently. A key holder will be granted a bronzed key that they may present as proof of their status. This key will unlock the chastity belts worn by the females of the house. Key holders may not punish the Taylor women, but they can report their behavior and award no more than 5 letters per day (in total). Key holders may not change alert levels.

This is a role primarily intended for men who will be dating the Taylor women. They have direct supervisory capability even though they may not punish. They may inspect at appropriate times under the right protocol.

It is the responsibility of the owners to fully discuss the rules for taking our sluts out in public. This includes the “Seven Rules for Dating” (Article Four).

Owners can require a cash deposit and ID from any key holder they do not personally know before permitting them in this role.

Key holders may not forbid the girls to put back on their chastity belt. If the chastity belt is on they may not play with or insert objects or fingers into any of the slots or openings in the belt.

Authority: A special role for principals, teachers, fire men, employers, police officers, and any one in a position to arrest, obtain, suspend, or fire someone. An automatic condition of “Red Alert” (See Article six) applies when they are present unless otherwise implicitly ordered by an Owner.

Sir/Ma’am: Any one over the age of nine years old, who is not in any of the other roles. They will be treated with respect as the better of the girls. They will only be referred to by their name if they request it, or as ordered by a key holder or higher.

Child: Anyone nine or younger, who is not in any of the other roles. They will be treated with respect as the better of the girls, however they will be referred to by their name.

Whore: The females of the house, who are owned and trained by the males of the house. They will labor, serve and amuse their betters whenever possible and live the virtues of WHORE and the values of HOPE whenever possible.

Pig: A role reserved for females of the house who have proven they are not benefitting from our generous education and discipline program. This role requires stricter discipline, harsher penalties. The Pig will not walk on two legs at home without special permission except during red alert protocol. The pig role will automatically be applied if either Taylor girl fails to get all of her stars within 30 days of the start of her training. It is intended to be an incentive to hurry up.

It will be the duty of all Taylor women to recognize and respect each role according to their status.

Article Four – Rules for Dating My Wife or Daughter (key holder rules)

(Formerly the “Seven Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter”)

ONE-No back talk from her, she'll eat what you order her, she'll watch any movie you want without complaint. She'll listen to anything you say, and let you finish your thoughts completely before she speaks.

TWO--She'll show deference to you, she'll call you and any male she encounters Sir, and any female “Ma'am” with few exceptions. She is not to flirt with others unless you want her too while she is under your supervision.

You may ask her questions about her discipline, and the core values of the house if it interests you. She is not to bore you with those details and protocols unless you explicitly ask for explanations. Please understand the girls are being trained in ways of humility, obedience, patience and endurance. They will remain submissive for the entirety of the date unless you act in an unstable or dangerous manner or violate any of the conditions of these rules.

Then they have my permission to contact me, and there will be repercussions, including the possible loss of your deposit.

THREE--She is to sit without crossing her legs. She isn't a proper lady, so don't expect that.

FOUR--She is to sit and walk straight up, not slouch.

FIVE---She'll ask permission to piss or shit, and she needs to tell you which. You can only make her wait up to 15 minutes, and you can't make her do it in public places.

SIX--- Other than the bathroom, you are not to let her out of your sight. If she does have to go to the bathroom, or you have to excuse yourself to go, you should stuff her panties into her mouth so she doesn't talk to anyone else. She may require you to let her out of a chastity belt. You should observe her the entire time. She is not permitted to play with herself. She can wipe quickly and promptly put the belt back on.

You may not touch her pussy or ass, if she removes her chastity belt for this purpose.

SEVEN---You may not discipline them, or have sex with them. This includes playing with her tits, mouth or ass (see exceptions). You may however handcuff her hands behind her back as long as it is done discretely especially if you feel she is up to any sort of shenanigans. You may make out with them for up to ten minutes on my porch before you drop them off, if you are dropping them off on time and have time left. You may pinch/twist, play with tits, or kiss open mouth during the ten minute “good bye session” even if she has on a chastity belt.

You may want to keep a running list of things you feel they did wrong, that were not pleasing or in the spirit in which you rented them. We will cheerfully correct their behavior when they get home, but no refunds will be issued under any circumstances.

Exceptions: If the girl did not wear a chastity belt to the date, you may pinch, twist, touch tits, mouth, clit or ass. You may not penetrate the asshole or cunt with more than a finger.

Article Five- Bells

There will be two distinct bells purchased for the whores of the house. Each Taylor woman will learn the sound of her bell and will come immediately to the source of the bell.

In Green Alert (See article six)

When she arrives, unless otherwise instructed she is to take the “Squat position”. Spread knees apart squatting, cup her tits with her hands, and look straight ahead. Ass should be parallel to the ground.

In Yellow Alert

When she arrives she is to kneel on the floor, legs apart, palms on thighs facing upwards.

In Red Alert

When she arrives she is to stand with hands behind back, eyes straight ahead, chest out.

This is the summoning bell, and failure to arrive promptly can result in a “correction” level punishment for extreme tardiness.

It will also be a correction for arriving when someone else’s bell is rung.

The slut should arrive cheerful and pleasant, ready to carry out the order of whoever rang her bell.

Article Six- Alert Levels

In order to respond in an agile and appropriate manner to changes in social settings, owners and key holders may change the “Alert Level” in their immediate presence.

With a single phrase everyone must conduct themselves according to the new alert and their role. It is imperative that everyone appear to be consistent in their behavior and not disagree when an alert is changed. This is for the benefit of outsiders who may not fully understand or appreciate our agreement.

Green Alert- This is the assumed protocol unless otherwise stated.

At home: Taylor women are to be naked (unless ordered otherwise). They should not talk out of turn. They will behave in the generally accepted manner according to the whore/hope value system. They are not permitted to use the toilet, and should ask permission whenever in doubt for anything. Infractions, Corrections and Judgments can be administrated. They can be ordered to openly masturbate others or themselves. They should sit with legs apart, and may not use furniture.


In public: Taylor women will be braless, without panties, in collars and heels (unless ordered otherwise). They should not talk out of turn. They will behave in the generally accepted manner according to the whore/hope value system. They are permitted to use the toilet, and should ask permission whenever in doubt for anything. Infractions, Corrections and Judgments can be administrated. They can be ordered to openly masturbate others or themselves only in private or semi-private surroundings. They should sit with legs apart, and may use furniture.

Yellow Alert- This is a protocol of caution, behavior is limited. Taylor women will be trained how to behave under Yellow Alerts so as not to embarrass their owners with their crass and slutty manners.

At home: Taylor women are to be clothed (unless ordered otherwise). They should not talk out of turn. They will behave in the generally accepted manner according to the whore/hope value system. They are not permitted to use the toilet, and should ask permission whenever in doubt for anything in a quiet manner without alerting anyone “Authority” level or lower. Punishments will not be openly discussed, and will be administered later. They should sit with legs apart, and may not use furniture.

In public: Taylor women will be braless, without panties, in collars and heels (unless ordered otherwise). In all other ways, this functions as the “At Home” protocols. They should sit with legs apart, and may use furniture.

It will be assumed at work or school, Taylor women are at Yellow alert unless otherwise specified by a Handler or higher level authority.

Red Alert- This is the highest level of discretionary protocol available. This is reserved for special situations where decorum and modesty are expected, even of sluts and whores like the Taylor women. Court appearances, parent teacher conferences, church ceremonies, etc.

At home: Taylor women are to be clothed. They should not talk out of turn. They will behave in the generally accepted manner according to the whore/hope value system. They are not permitted to use the toilet, and should ask permission whenever in doubt for anything in a quiet manner without alerting anyone “Authority” level or lower. Punishments will not be openly discussed, and will be administered later. They should not sit with legs apart, and may use furniture.

In public: Taylor women will be braless, without panties, in collars and heels (unless ordered otherwise). In all other ways, this functions as the “At Home” protocols for red alert.

White Alert- This is a “fun status”. The Taylor women are to behave as if they are wanton sluts in need of correction and guidance. It is intended for use when Mrs. Waxerman visits or in her presence in order to shock her.

The Taylor women will practice and be trained how to behave in the most amusing and generally outrageous way, in order to push buttons.

The “Alerts” were all Chris’s idea. I had to admit they seemed like a good addition. I am sure the girls would have a lot of questions about when, what, where, and how often and with whom. They always did. That being said, I added them down to my amendment and decided I would demonstrate the protocols with them when we were in public.

I would also have a “Black Alert” for Wendy. I wouldn’t write that one down, but I’ll go over it with her when we are alone. This is for when she is at work, and she needs to maintain her cover story with Steve and her co-workers.

Under that protocol, no chastity belt is allowed, and she won’t have to call her co-workers Sir. We’ll keep Jamie and Chris from finding out about it, as long as Wendy keeps up her end of our little bargain. She’ll need to purposely sacrifice stars so she never exceeds Jamie, and of course do all those extra things that a cum gobbler like her has to do.

Wow, was I smiling at this list of rules. I was licking my lips like I was about to dive into a juicy steak thinking about the look on their face when I showed them.

Granted a week ago my impulse would be to keep things simple. Vague rules suit me, that way I am not bound by conditions and it makes it easier for me to make things up on the fly.

What I have learned this past week, and come to accept, is life isn’t always simple and failing to plan, means planning to fail. I hate to admit it, but Wendy was right about that one. I am not going to tell her she was right. I am just going to try to cover as many things as I can and show her.

Besides, what fun would it be if Satan unfurled his long scroll of conditions and stipulations when he wants you to sign your soul away and it was "Simple" and clear cut?

Showing the girls I put thought and effort into this benefits me in a lot of ways. It gives them confidence I have a plan and I am listening to their concerns. It also actually prepares for what to do instead of winging everything and waiting until I am in a stressful situation to start brainstorming the best plan.

The rules are flexible enough to act as guidelines and there are enough loopholes in there, I am actually having fun imagining ways I can twist things around for my own benefit. Chris is probably going to become a lawyer, because he gave me most of those ideas!

Things had gotten out of hand at the fair, at the motel, different points in life. I can’t plan for every possible thing that can go wrong or right like a flow chart. What I can do though is have some clearer guidelines about what happens on dates. As much as I pretend not to care, I have worried about Jamie on those dates. The only saving grace has been she is on birth control and Chris’s friends seem mostly harmless.

I think the chastity belt option is going to give me more peace of mind. I think being more explicit is going to not only impress the girls that I’ve taken this seriously, but it is going to actually avoid some headaches and misunderstandings down the road.

This was a real slam dunk today. It was almost worth missing the all-star game on TV and a few hours of raiding in World of Warcraft to organize my thoughts.

Working with Chris on this, I can see it in his eyes that he is excited too. I don’t know why I haven’t asked him if he plays World of Warcraft too. We just have the one computer, but it seems like we’ve really bonded over this discipline stuff. If it ends, I wonder if I should buy another computer so that we can play together?

That is a thought for another day. It’s time to call those bitches inside.