The Family Feud III

Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Life is like a cock, just cause it gets hard doesn't mean you're fucked”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0

The truck finally came to a stop that allowed Wendy and Jamie to talk.


“I think I swallowed a bug back there.” Jamie half-joked with her mom of the wind whipping their faces as they remained on all fours in the back of her father’s pick-up truck.


“That isn’t all we swallowed back there.” Wendy was back in chipper spirits. She had beaten herself up several times about how wicked things had become and whether she should be putting her foot down about boundaries in the last few minutes, but managed to put on a happy face and resign herself to accept things were bad, but they could be worse.


“I thought he was going to make you eat that ‘beer jerky’ back there.” Jamie purposely evaded the topic of the cum swallowing she had just done with her mother.


“I know, oh my god. That looked awful.”


“I almost wish he had made me eat it. I am starving.”


“Be careful what you wish for around here, girly-girl.” Her mom joked with her using a familiar nickname from when Jamie was much younger.


“I am a big girl now, Mom.” Jamie teased. “It’s Ass Face now.”


“Yeah, don’t remind me, Ass Face.” Wendy used the name with a light hearted sarcasm. “Have you had anything besides your lunch?”


“Just cum, a tomato, and a smushed up banana.”


Wendy had packed her lunch according to Bill’s instruction that morning. She felt guilty she had two burgers and decided not to mention it.


“Speaking of cum, how are you holding up about that?”


“God, you say ‘speaking of cum’ like you are bringing up a Sunday brunch invitation, Mom.” Jamie kidded her mom about the casual way she had introduced the topic into conversation.


“You are being evasive, is it bothering you? What we did.” Wendy recognized that same evasiveness in herself. ‘The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’ she thought to herself.


“Do I need a rape counselor or something, you mean?” Jamie was smiling as she answered as if everything had rolled off her back. Her mom still had doubts. She would have to wait until the next red light to continue the conversation. They were both being buffeted by wind as it sliced through them in the open bed of the truck. Bill was trying to make up for lost time.


They were on a highway, neither girl were sure where they were going. They never looked over the truck sidewalls for fear of someone seeing them in the back of the truck. A group of Mexican migrant workers in the back of another truck coming home from a long day of lawn maintenance waved at them as if they were kindred spirits.


Wendy wondered if the hot sun and sweaty work they had to endure might not be a welcome relief compared to her day. ‘At least it would be honest work’. She thought to herself before once again feeling guilty. She had been in an air conditioned building all day long, and she had no idea what hard labor in the hot sun must really be like. She decided not to tempt fate by deciding it may be easier than her current role.


At the next opportunity to talk, Wendy decided to take another approach with her daughter. “Are you worried, maybe we should ask for condoms?” she quickly blurted out at her daughter.


“To use on Dad and Chris?” she seemed surprised by the suggestion.


“No, but maybe others?”


“Afraid we’ll get mouth pregnant and have a mouth baby?” Jamie teased.


“No, but you know. STDs, could be?” She was stumbling on her words, because she thought Jamie would jump at the idea of a little more insulation between her mouth and the bare flesh of a strange guy’s cock.


“Were you using condoms on the guys you sucked off before today?”


“No honey, I wasn’t.” Wendy felt a little silly when her daughter put things in perspective. “I was thinking about Weird Larry the homeless guy. If Chris had made me suck his dick… who knows where he had been last.” She conceded her daughter's point by bringing up her specific concern.


“I thought the rule was that they can’t make us suck dicks, but if we agree to it, we get a W if we do for others, and an O if we do theirs?”


Wendy nodded, that was probably true. She could have chosen not to pleasure Weird Larry. She wondered though if she would have refused in the heat of the moment back behind Best Buy.


“I read an article once about myths on contraception called ‘Condoms and oral sex.’”


“Let me guess, this was in Cosmo?”


“Yes, Cosmopolitan, how did you know?”


“We share the same bathroom. I read that article too. Well, we shared one, until we were forbidden from actually USING the bathroom.” Jamie’s commiserative tone made her Mom feel better about their shared loss of dignity. It was one of the most personal and private moments available to any woman.


“I think we still share it. Actually, we share it at the same time now.” Wendy teased. The fact her daughter had read the same article took a weight off her mind. The article had compared condoms to wearing a bullet proof helmet to a gunfight. It might protect your head, but the rest of your body was completely exposed.


If the guy cums in your hair, eye, mouth it could possibly get into a cut. Condoms have a tendency to break. The article warned against thinking they were the end-all/be-all of safe sex and made the case that statistically you are more likely to be in a car accident than you are to catch something from a low risk partner through oral sex.


The article compared the bigger risk of getting into a car and not buckling up for a casual drive to burger king to the smaller risk of catching something from oral sex without condoms with a low risk partner.

“Yeah, we kind of have to share everything.” Jamie smiled at her mom as they gazed into each other’s eyes trying to gauge each other’s thoughts.


“What do you think of when you have to kiss me?” Jamie asked.


“Oh, please don’t ask that.” Her mom answered.


“You are being evasive, is it bothering you? What we did.” Jamie asked, using the same question Wendy had asked her at the last stop..


“Okay Ass Face.” Wendy slapped her daughter’s ass playfully to indicate she had made her point. “If Bill or your brother ask me, I guess I would have to say I think about what huge sluts we both are, and I wonder if they are getting turned on watching us kiss.”


“Is that the truthful answer?”


“Why Jamie Taylor? You would think I would be anything less than honest with you after all this?” Wendy smiled and the two let the topic go when as the truck sped up, the wind once again began clobbering them.


The truck pulled into an Arby’s drive-thru.


“Oh my God, what is he doing?” Wendy asked in a panic.


“Don’t freak out, Mom.” Jamie answered calmly. “You make every new challenge sound like it is the end-all-be-all. This is just a drive thru.


“Does your father expect us to stay on all fours in the drive-thru line?” Wendy still looked worried.


“I would imagine so, or else they would have told us to do something else?” Jamie seemed stoic about their fate, trusting that her Father or Brother would have told them to do something else.


When they pulled up to the ‘Second window’ of the fast food place Bill grabbed two large bags of food and extra-large drinks. He pulled up the truck just enough that the cashier could hand food over to the girls in the back of the truck. They were both hunkered down on their hands and knees, heads pressed down in order to avoid detection by the cashier. Wendy assumed Bill was just making them sweat it out, while he and Chris went through their order.


Much to her surprise there was a tap on the glass from inside the truck. She looked up to see her son pointing his thumb at the window and indicating she should sit up.


Wendy apprehensively popped up and there was the cashier waiting with a small bag of food and two drink. There wasn’t a trace of concern on the cashier’s face about how she was dressed or what she may be doing in the back of the truck, they simply didn’t care.


“Thank you, Ma’am” she said to the black girl working the drive-thru as she reached out and took the sack of food and drinks. Then she mouthed thank you to her son before disappearing behind the metal walls of the truck to see what they had when the truck was once again in motion.


The order was simple, two Arby’s roast beef juniors and a cup of ice. “There has to be some catch?” Wendy was so used to eating food coated in cum, spit or shaped like a cock in some humiliating fashion that it felt alien to have something that wasn’t.


“What do you think they did to this?” Wendy asked as they unwrapped their sandwiches from within the back of the truck.


Jamie hadn’t had any food that wasn’t itself degrading to eat in a week either. She was famished and her answer was to take a hearty bite out of it.


“Acckkkk” Jamie’s impish grin turned into a look of pain as she sucked the straw to her drink for water. “Horsey sauce!”.


The sandwiches were coated in extra spicy, white horseradish sauce. Wendy couldn’t help but smile. Even as rushed for time as Bill was, he had managed to add a tiny twist to the element of even eating fast food. She didn’t like what she was eating, but she had to hand it to Bill. He could be a real sadistic asshole when he wanted to be.


They were able to choke down the sandwiches after they got used to the white creamy sauce. Neither of them said it, but they both were thinking how it reminded them of semen. The sandwiches were small enough they had almost finished them before the Truck left the parking lot and was once again underway.


After twenty minutes Bill pulled into another Parking lot and the girls peeped their heads out to see where they were. “Oh shit.” Wendy said while pointing to a sign overhead.


“Marie’s Mini Mart?” Jamie asked skeptically.


“No the other one.” Hanging next to the first innocuous sign was one that read “Metro Adult MegaStore” and underneath the marquee read “My Granny is a Tranny” and underneath another title simply called “Acid Sex”.

“Toto, We aren’t in Kansas anymore.” Wendy remarked quietly.


Bill was already pulling down the gate to let them out of the back of the truck. “C’mon you sluts, because of all the time you wasted when you insisted on sucking off the entire ‘Geek Squad’ of Best Buy, we are behind schedule.” He exaggerated in order to humble them and motivate them to hurry.


“Sir, are they even going to let Chris and Jamie inside?”

“Let me worry about that.” Bill answered his wife as if he had already thought about that question. Then he thought about it and answered, “Look, they don’t card people at the door. It is an adult store, and you probably have to be 18 to be in there. If anyone asks, you are eighteen. Don’t give me any of your pure bread Polly Anna shit about lying either, Ass Face.” He looked at his daughter for confirmation she understood him.


They walked up to the building, it was half the size of Best Buy and had almost as many customers. “I checked on line. This is the biggest adult emporium in the tri-county area.” Bill explained. “I was going to order some stuff online, but it wouldn’t be here in time. We are going to do something you bitches just love to do!!”


Wendy was afraid to ask ‘what’. He seemed to be waiting for a response so she asked “What is that, Sir?”


“Shopping Spree, Bitches!” he slapped his wife on the ass as he delivered his intended punch line. “You are to be on Green Alert in here, and your best behavior. You impress us and we may start handing out letters. We’ll see about that.”

“Did you enjoy the sandwich we got for you?” Chris asked his sister.


“Yes Sir, it was very thoughtful, I was surprised by your generosity.”


“I knew you hadn’t eaten a lot of food, and I didn’t want you to do your big cunt stunt tonight on an empty stomach. Did you figure out why we gave you the ice cups?”


“To drink Sir, when it melted?” Jamie guessed.


“No you dumb cunt. Do either of you have to piss or shit before we get inside? This will be your last chance for a while.”


Wendy wished he hadn’t said that, now as if by suggestion, she did have to pee. She wasn’t sure where he was going with the ice cups, and was reluctant to answer his question until she knew what he intended. She may want to just hold it a little longer.


“I told you they were too stupid to guess what you wanted them to do.” Bill teased Chris with a slap on the shoulder.


“You may have heard of two girls one cup, well you are going to be two girls, two cups. You each get your own.” Chris sounded pleased with his own generosity in granting them both ice cups. “Dad doesn’t want you using the bathroom in this place. That is too civilized for whores like you. So when you do have to go, you’ll beg to go back on the truck and retrieve the cup and do your business in it.”


“And the reason for the Ice, Sir?” Wendy wasn’t sure she wanted to know why he wanted their piss chilled. Her curiosity wouldn’t let her leave it alone.


“Cow Tits, don’t be fucking stupid. They aren’t going to give an empty cup to us. We had to ask for ice cups. You are dumber than you look, and that isn’t saying much.” Chris sounded disgusted. “Last chance to you two piss machines. You want to go back to the truck and drop a deuce and piss, you can. If you need to go later, you’ll beg for the privilege before we let you.

Wendy and Jamie looked at each other, wondering what the other was going to say. They were both quiet, but both started to feel the Arby’s Roast Beef work its way through their tummy through their digestive tract. Wendy was also worried that all efforts to keep Jamie insulated from seeing the most disgusting and perverse things life has to offer was about to be undone if she sees everything in the store. She wanted to beg Bill that this violated their unspoken agreement to protect her from the darker side of things.


“They probably don’t get many teenagers in here. If they do, they are easy to spot because they are giggling and carrying on. You are both going to act like adults, like you belong here. Act totally natural and people will assume you are supposed to be here. Most people in these places don’t want people asking them a lot of questions about their reasons for being here, so they probably won’t ask you a lot of questions.” Bill offered final instructions at his daughter.


“Like at the fair, Sir.” Jamie answered in confirmation. Bill wanted her to explain further so she continued. “When Mom and I were dancing around in body paint, we were basically naked on the midway. The only reason no one ran off screaming about it is that the festive paint and our dancing, and how we were on display at the store as if we worked there made us seem like we belonged. Even though it seemed completely wrong, in context, we fit in.”


“Yeah, something like that.” Bill could see Wendy give him a stare that suggested she had a concern and he knew what it was. “Jamie, you are going to see some pornography, dildos and the like in this store. Are you ready for that?”


“I just blew six guys today, Sir.” Her eyes full of mirth as she said it. “I think I am ready to see what is inside, Sir.”


Bill was mentally doing the arithmetic on who she may have blown while he held the door open for his family. As Wendy walked through he said “Wait a minute. YOU hold the door open for us.”


“Yes Sir, Taylor men go first, then the Taylor women.” Wendy agreed and held the door open for her husband.


“Cum first” he corrected and she agreed while maintaining a wintry smile.


The store consisted of several rooms. There was a boutique devoted to lacy costumes, feather boas, and sensual oils. Bill and Chris didn’t have any interest in this room and walked on through. An overweight cashier sat quietly reading his book. He looked up when they entered the room and barely acknowledged them before going back to reading.


Chris had never seen so much porn in one place in his entire life in the next room. The main hall featured rows and rows of DVD and Blu-Ray racks of porn titles and magazine racks. “Wow, you think this place has more porn than the internet, Dad?”


“No son, I do not.” Bill answered as if he were pondering one of life’s metaphysical great questions.


This room was where most of the customers were. Despite the diversity of people who enjoy porn, there was a common demographic to the customers. Men in their late 30s to early 40s, usually with beards quietly looking at porn titles alone.


They seemed to Wendy to be listless and devoid of any emotion. They seemed intent on checking every possible title of porn for some new title that would scratch an itch and fill a void they had inside of them. As if to say “I know I have 200 films already, but perhaps I will find that one rare porn that thrills me in some new and different way.”


In a way she pitied their endless quest. They milled about an endless sea of hot babes in endless scenarios from school girls to naughty nurse to car washes to straight up “Just fucking” porn and they never seemed to find the Holy Grail they were questing for.


In the very back of the store was row after row of dildo and rubber sex toys. If archaeologists were to sift through the rubble of our long dead civilization thousands of years from now, they may assume this was some temple to the penis as its image was enshrined and celebrated everywhere inside.


Long ones, fat ones, skinny ones, flesh colored ones the dildos stretched as far and wide as the eye could see.


The balcony above the great hall was reserved for gag gifts and novelty items. There were racks of slutty Halloween costumes of a sexy Pocahontas or a sexy maid. There was probably a ‘sexy’ version of everything, including a female Captain America for some reason.


“Isn’t that just Wonder Woman?” Chris asked rhetorically. He quietly debated himself on whether it could be if one was DC and Marvel Comics. No one paid him any attention.


There were few customers on the balcony. A small bachelorette party was stopping in front of the merchandise to giggle amongst themselves. Each one of them looked like a variation of Natalie Maines, the slightly pudgy but cute lead singer to the Dixie Chicks. They would tee-hee as they held up each penis cocktail umbrella or penis shaped ice tray they picked up and passed around going from novelty to novelty with amused fascination.


They would set it back down after having a laugh at it. There was however one girl in the back of the group who looked like she was mentally taking notes and planning to come back for the item.


“There is one in every bunch.” Wendy whispered to herself and noting the Universal truth of any bachelorette party. They all act like they are just goofing, but there is usually at least one who has the secretly perverted fantasies. It's something everyone seems to know, but hardly ever talks about with anyone else.

On the second floor there was another boutique devoted to BDSM leathers, whips and sex toys. This is the one Bill wanted to check first, so ignoring everything else the family went upstairs.


On the way up they also noticed a long hallway leading to private booths to “preview” erotic movies. There were a number of signs about acceptable behavior and the words “No unescorted ladies” next to the ones about purchasing 15 minute tokens or passes.


“I wonder why no unescorted ladies?” Chris asked to no one in particular.


“So prostitutes don’t work the rooms.” A voice that sounded straight out of Cheech and Chong answered from behind them and caught their attention. “Guys get all hot and bothered watching the movies, so a hooker comes in and waits around and says, well now that you’ve been teased, how about for fifteen bucks let me finish you off.”


Bill turned to look at the man who just answered his son. He had graying black hair under a Panama Jack hat and a scraggly beard. He was wearing John Lennon style spectacles, a Hawaiian shirt over a Van Halen T-shirt and dirty jeans. He would have looked completely out of place anywhere but in a mega porn outlet like this one.


Bill hadn’t expected many people to talk to them. His impression was that most people just wanted to be left alone at places like these. “Do you work here?”


“No dude. My name is Buford.” He extended his hand to Bill. There was something off-putting about Buford but Bill couldn’t put his finger on it. He wondered if Buford was high on drugs or possibly retarded. He returned his handshake and noted Buford’s strong and steady grip. It wasn't that what he was saying didn't make sense. It was how he carried himself that was made him seem so strange.


“Wouldn’t that be awesome if I worked here? I don’t work anymore. I used to be an electrician, but one day I was installing some wires and ZZZZZAP.” His eyes became maniacally wide to emphasize his shock. “They said I would never work again, so now I have a cash settlement. It’s my money and I need it now, right?” Buford sang the last part of his explanation.


Bill wasn’t sure what Buford was talking about and he wanted to get to the BDSM room so he excused himself.


“Sure man, but like can I ask you something without upsetting you?”


Bill was impatient to get moving, but he turned around and waited for Buford's question.


“Like, if you don’t want to do it, I understand and I don’t want to you know, freak you out or anything.” Buford seemed happy for anyone to talk too. It was as if he were drawing out his question to either gauge Bill’s desire to continue the conversation or just because he craved human companionship. “Would your girlfriends mind selling me their panties, dude?” he smiled like an impudent child as he added “I will pay you a hundie.”


“I am sorry to say, our ‘girlfriends’ don’t wear panties, guy.” Bill put air quotes around the word girlfriends.


“Oh man, that is a mind fucker. Wow. You are kidding me?” Buford was ecstatic by this information. Bill thought he may be a bit TOO ecstatic, like a crazy person, so he excused himself once again.


“Dad, a hundred bucks?” Chris saw an opportunity to make some kind of money off the girls as they walked into the BDSM room.


“Fuck that guy, we have enough money. Let’s not worry about it.” Bill started looking at rubber corsets and buckles, single mindedly focused on the reason he came into the store. “I need to buy a chastity belt for your mom and sister and while we are here we may as well stock up on some toys and tools. Pick whatever you think you will need.” He told his son before adding “Look, if you want we can bring them here tomorrow in panties and if that weird guy is here, you can have them do whatever you want. Just let’s get what we came here for.”


Bill was never a window shopper. He remembered as a little boy, his father not being one either. He and his father would patiently wait for his mother in the truck while she shopped in Beall’s for clothes or the Grocery Store for food. If Bill had to go to the mall, he would strategically park closest to Sears (Since that is the only store he usually needed at the mall). Then he would bee-line straight for the shovel or jacket he came for. He was subconciously convinced that shopping was a competition between him and the store. If he could avoid impulse buying and distractions and just get what he came for then he ‘won’ it.


His wife on the other hand was the opposite. She would weigh all her options, considering price, function and appearance and once she had gone through all the pros and cons she would finally make her mind up. This took too long for Bill. He knew before he came to the store what he wanted.


That is why he had already picked out:



“We can finally throw away those Toy cuffs we were using.” Chris was happy as he clanked them into the basket his Sister was carrying for him.

Bill looked at some “Sparkling Adult Toy” cleaner to polish rubber and dildos.

Buford sang “Make your erotic toys sparkle with cleanliness with this anti bacterial sex toy cleaning spray from Loving Joy. Simply spray on, leave for two minutes and rinse off. Efficiently killing bacteria, it leaves sex toys clean and germ free. Available in a spray or bottle for simple and effective cleaning for erotic toys made easy.”


Bill put it back on the shelf. “Why would I need that? They can just clean toys with their mouths. Nothing good comes out of their mouths, may as well find some use for wagging their tongues.”


“Besides Blowjobs?” Chris asked with a bemused expression.


“Well there is that.” Bill thought for a moment and on impulse put a bottle in his wife's basket. “It's only six dollars, may as well try it out.”

Chris rubbed his hands together greedily “We are like kids in a candy store!”


“Do you girls want new collars? Those are getting pretty raggedy?” Bill assessed his daughter’s collar between his finger, his question so ordinary and mundane like he may be offering them a new dress.


Wendy wanted desperately to ask how much all of this would cost. She was well aware they had some money available on a credit card, but this seemed like it would eat up most of their cushion. “No sir, I think these collars are suitable for sluts like us.”


“Too bad.” Bill was reading a sign about custom collars. “I wouldn't be able to decide if I want yours to say Cow Tits or Wendy, anyway.” He laughed. “They take three to four weeks to make, so it is just as well.” He sighed.


She had chickened out on cautioning him that this spending spree may make it difficult to pay all their bills. She desperately wanted to warn him, but there was a perception she had always been the nag. This is why she ended up paying all the bills in the first place and handling the finances. She seemed more concerned about it then Bill ever had when their marriage first began.


“Check this out Dad.” Chris picked up an electrastim shiny metal butt plug that vibrated. “You ladies want this up your asses?” Chris waved it around like a tiny rocket ship making its way on a winding trajectory for his mother’s ass. The girls were holding baskets with the stuff the men had picked up and trying to remain cordial and polite.


“Electricity. I used to be an electrician.” Buford’s voice interrupted their discussion before Wendy could answer her son.


“Yes, you told us earlier.” Bill’s comment had an unspoken, “So now why don’t you just fuck off.” to it.


Wendy wasn’t sure why he was so dismissive of this one guy. He had stressed to her and her daughter how important it was for them to put other people’s feelings first and stop being such bitches. She didn’t like the idea that he had a double standard. She remembered growing up hating that about her father when he said “Do as I say, not as I do.” It never felt right to her.


“He is just being friendly, Sir.” Wendy wasn’t sure why she blurted that out. She hadn’t intended to defend the friendly stranger. It could be that she always sided with the underdog and right now Bill was coming across like a bully.


She quietly wondered if her initial attraction to Bill back in High School was that despite the fact he was popular and an athlete, he also had a vulnerable side that made her want to root for him. The way “Rudy” did in that movie about Notre Dame, although Bill had played much more football.


All eyes were on her to continue her point. She didn’t know what else to say. “Uh, is this a good butt plug, Sir?” She asked Buford as she held up one of the Electra stim models her son had been playing with. It was cold and heavy, made of some kind of shiny surgical steel.


Buford smiled gregariously and walked over to look at it. “I don’t know.” He seemed like a child looking at a new toy with wonder. Then he sang “Marine grade aluminum and acrylic. They take a piece of 6mm thick clear acrylic, bond it between two solid metal bars with aircraft strength adhesive, add 2 nitrile insulating o-rings, press a 2mm pin socket into each pole, then shape and polish their Midi electro plug to a fine finish. The result is spectacular. The high quality laminated construction of the probe means the electrodes are built in to the main body of the probe. This means the conductive surfaces will never become detached or wear out! You can also use this bi-polar probe as a uni-polar probe by just connecting one cable instead of two. You will need an ElectraStim erotic electro stimulator to use this item. If you are using a different power box and your cable does not have the 2mm pin connector you will need the ElectraStim Adapter Kit. 70mm penetration depth by 40mm diameter; 2mm pin socket compatible.” as if by memory.


“Did you just read that off of something?” Chris was awed by his sing-song delivery, but understood none of what Buford had just said.


“I am in here every day since my accident. Some people think I am an idiot savant, and some people just think I am an idiot.” His broad grin was that of someone who didn’t care what anyone thought.


He reminded Jamie of Rosco. Their dog would sit in the back yard with his mouth hanging open in what looked like a smile staring out into nothing


“You want this, I will buy it for you.” He said sweetly to Wendy as if he were offering her a friendly cocktail at a bar.


“That is okay, we can afford it. Listen, my family and I are trying to get some things and get out of here quickly.” Bill was uncharacteristically short with him. He could be that way at times, but he had gone out of his way at the fair or with Mrs. Waxerman to use strangers to humiliate his wife and daughter.


He had made it a point to them that they may eventually become used to humiliations at his hands and then they would get jaded. He knew that both Jamie and Wendy were more easily embarrassed when other people were involved.


Wendy felt disturbed by the lack of consistency in the message, but let it go. She had other concerns to worry about and if Bill wanted to send mixed messages she would let him. He would have to learn sooner or later that he was undermining himself, she thought to herself.


“Whoa, I am so sorry man. Maybe I can help, what else do you need?”


“I am looking for some corsets, and chastity belts.” Bill said before asking “Maybe I should just find someone who works here.”


“It is just Wilbur at the register. He won’t stop reading that book. He reads it night after night. Won’t tell me what it is. It must be really good though. I can take you to Corsets man, you are in the wrong place for that.”


Bill had to admit that Buford had led them to right what they were looking for. It would have taken much more time to find it himself.


Chris whispered to his father, “If I ever go psychotic and lose my mind, I hope I go happy psychotic like him.”


Buford seemed to be constantly jamming to a concert happening only in his head. He would lose himself in an imaginary guitar solo as he fingered invisible notes and then announce the song, “Van Halen Eruption! The one and only Eddie Van Halen.”


Buford’s 'happy as shit' manner seemed to lighten everyone’s mood except for Bill. He was curt as he selected a brocaded corset that buttoned up in the front. “Will this fit you?” He handed it to Wendy.


“Dressing rooms are over here, need to go get a key from Wilbur though.”


“We are fucking all the way upstairs and we have to trudge all the way back down stairs and through the store to get a key, then come all the way back?”


“Yeah Man, you do.” Buford said enthusiastically. The way he answered Bill’s obviously rhetorical question made the others laugh.


Bill might have been feeling guilty for his sour mood or that the others were ‘turning on him’ and taking Buford’s side. “You know what? Fuck it. We should come back tomorrow. I wanted to get all this shit before Jamie goes out on the football field. They say they have a bigger selection and that is true, but the problem with that is it takes fucking forever to find anything. We would have been better off at a smaller store. We don’t have enough time to be farting around with our finger up our asses.”


“If you fart around, you should take your finger OUT of your ass, man. Gas needs some place to go. You block a fart and you could end up like me.” Once again Buford’s comment made everyone laugh. “Chillax bro, I’d get the key for you, but Wilbur isn’t talking to me right now.”


Despite Buford’s almost childlike positivity, there was a layer below the surface of someone who was lonely. You could at times see that he was once a very intelligent and different person. His eyes would flash with intelligence and he would carry himself in a more mature manner. Then after a lucid moment he would begin to groove and rock and turn back into a 14 year-old kid with the brain power of “Spicoli” from Fast Times at Ridgemont High.


Wendy was surprised by how unfettered Buford was about life. He had accepted that he was no longer the man he once was. He made no apologies for being who he was now, and he seemed to be happy. He made her picture someone floating down the river on an inner tube letting the current take them away to wherever it wanted. She was surprised she got all that from the short time she had known him.


Buford also had a wit about him like Yogi Berra or Walt Whitman. He had a way of saying a simple phrase or putting things a different way that made you laugh and like him. “Hey man, if you ask me anything I don't know, I'm not going to answer.” He swayed back and forth in time to what was possibly Phil Collins in the air tonight.

I was there and I saw what you did

Saw it with my own two eyes

So you can wipe off that grin

I know where you've been

It's all been a pack of lies


“This is my favorite part” Buford drummed ‘doo-dom doo-dom doo-dom” in time with his imaginary drum sticks.


Chris couldn’t help but follow along with him. When he opened his eyes and noticed his Dad staring at him, he shifted uneasily as if to apologize.


“You could just put it on out here.” Buford was still in a Phil Collins jam induced haze of euphoria.


“What and get kicked out?” Bill answered. “We already got hassled at Best Buy.” Bill had learned what really happened from Chris but he decided to vent his frustrations anyway.


“You think people will mind seeing someone try on a corset in a store that sells nothing but pictures of naked women? Hell they could take off their clothes and no one would probably say anything.”


Wendy stopped smiling, so did Jamie. Bill on the other hand finally smiled.


“What?” Bill was suddenly interested.


“Sure man. I mean if you or I took off our clothes, they would throw us out. I know dude, because I had a 24 hour ban on the 17th of May. It was a Monday. He appeared to have an incredible memory when he sang his words. “You can’t walk around here naked, but no one would say anything if it was girls. The entire store is full of naked girls.”


“Strip.” Is all Bill said.


Jamie and Wendy looked around. There were few customers on the balcony, the only notable ones were the sassy bachelorette party. They were close enough that Wendy could hear their countrified accents and giggles, “Look at this pecker shaped tooth brush.”.


“Is that our dares? For letters or stars?” Wendy was trying to silently read through the many lines of rules her husband had made them agree to for a loophole of some kind about public places.


“What, do you think Buford may have advised me wrong? You seemed to think he was so smart earlier?” Bill’s sarcasm didn’t endear himself to Wendy but she conceded his point. “Just take off your tops, and put on the corset. If anyone says anything, we’ll know soon enough.”


Wendy looked over her shoulder at the approaching bachelorette party and back at her daughter who was already removing her tank top to stand topless.


Buford became overly excited. He clenched his teeth in a smile and began to dance back and forth. He looked like an evangelist who was having his ‘praise jesus’ moment or someone who had just won a new car on a game show.


“Don’t pull a Jamie, Dude.” Chris laughed at the man’s excitement.


Buford didn’t understand the inside joke but only responded calmly “Okay, I won’t.”


Wendy had pulled her tube top off over her head and she could already hear the bachelorette party talking about them in catty voices. “Who do they think they are to do that in here?”


This might seem strange for women who were moments ago laughing about titty shaped milk jugs and penis flavored novelty lollipops. It made perfect sense to Wendy who knew she would have shown the same kind of disdain to two tramps, probably more out of jealousy than any sort of moral superiority.


It was the nature of a cat to hiss and there were a lot of reasons they did. No one could ever really tell you what the cat hoped to accomplish with their hissing. The same was true of women in situations like this.


“Oh wow, you are both pierced. That is so hot. God damn. You know what you need is barbells with studs on either side too. That would just be awesome.”


Bill smiled at Buford’s comments while he handed his wife a tight corset to try on and one for his daughter. They began to button it up in front for each other, cinching their waist to exaggerate an impossible hourglass figure. Buford also found some button in the back corsets for the girls to try on.


“Do you want a pearl necklace?” Buford danced around holding white plastic novelty beads. The sign read “Pearl Necklace”.


“They already got one of those earlier.” Chris joked.


“Okay, I will put that away, Wilbur doesn’t like it when I don’t put things back exactly where they belong.” Buford failed to pick up on Chris’s sarcasm.


“Oh how about this, I know what is going to be hot. You are going to love it. Let me get it.” Buford dashed off into the racks of clothing and returned with two bathing suits.


They are technically bathing suits by the definition of the word you could ‘bathe’ in them. “A fence net halter top and g- string” Buford displayed matching bikinis with the kind of excitement like Steve Martin had in

‘The Jerk’, when he first discovered his name in the phone book and thought he was famous.


“What is cool about this, is it comes with flesh colored inserts so it looks like you have nothing on under the netting, or you can wear them!” He was thoroughly amused as he removed the Velcro and put it back in.


“Try them on.” Bill ordered.


“If you wish Sir, but aren’t we on a tight time constraint? I know my size.” Wendy pleaded as she began unbuckling her corset already predicting Bill’s decision.


“One size fits most (90 lbs - 160 lbs). Show off your best assets!” Buford sang of the bikini as he handed it to them.


Wendy shimmied out of her skirt as did her daughter. They could hear the hen-like clucks of disapproval from the bachelorette party. One might think if they were so offended by what they saw, they would go to another part of the store or report them to the manager. Instead, they seemed intent on watching and waggling a finger. “Will you look at those two?”


Wendy bent at the waist to step into the bathing suit and twirled for her husband, trying to ignore the scorn of the other women. Jamie twirled for her brother and father completely shutting them out. The closer other women are to peers of yours, the more their scorn seems to hurt and Wendy was feeling the brunt of it.


Jamie snapped her waist band. It is kind of snug, but it would do.


“What does your tattoo say?” Buford’s energy level was skyrocketing as he asked the question she turned so he could read it.


“WH..RE?”


“WHORE” She said out loud and pulled her cheeks apart so that he could see the O in the middle. It was only obstructed by the thin strip of black cloth from the G-string.


Buford got introspective for a moment as if he were thinking. “Is that a band? I don’t think I have ever heard of them?”


“No Sir, I am a whore. We got these last night at the fair.”


“The County Fair? I love it there!” He was so happy he seemed like he couldn’t take it up a notch further. That is until he realized Wendy had a matching tattoo to go along with it.


“You got these together? That is far out.”


“Listen if you don’t buy these, after you’ve had them on for a little while, I may want them.”


“No, they want them, don’t you ladies?” Bill answered with a grin.


“Yes Sir, thank you. We appreciate anything you pick out for us.” Wendy said in the formal tone of an affirmation.


“Do you need an affirmation, because those women are bothering you?”


“Bridal Party. They won’t talk to me. Told me to get lost and never talk to them again. They seem nice though!” Buford came across like a person incapable of malice, who was constantly looking for the good in people. He also seemed unbalanced and easily entertained by the simplest of human contact in a strangely endearing way.


“No Sir, we don’t have much time before Jamie’s game, and I would rather not do one right here.”


“Boump, Boump Bow-Bowwwww” Buford played “Jamie’s Cryin” on air guitar. He sang directly to Jamie assuming that was her name.


She saw the look in his eyes

N' she knew better

He wanted her tonight

And it was now or never

He made her feel so sad

Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin’


“Why do I make you feel sad, Sir?” Jamie asked sweetly.


“You don’t know how beautiful you are on the inside and out. You just know on the outside.” He flashed in one of his lucid moments.


“That is so sweet, thank you Sir.”


“You are so polite.” He was still picking his invisible guitar and jamming.


“I have to be, Sir.” Jamie admitted. She had never heard the actual song Jamie’s Cryin, but she remembered other kid’s singing it when she got teased as a little girl. She made a mental note to check it out after the training was over.


“What is an affirmation?” Buford became slightly more reserved when he was Lucid. He reminded Jamie of a man who may have been a trial attorney, who had lost his mind in some accident, but not his dignity. She remembered an old movie with Harrison Ford. She couldn’t remember the whole thing, but what she did know was that Buford was ‘special’ in more ways than one.


She looked to her father for a sign as to whether she should explain. He was looking at demi-bras and garters and only half paying attention.


“My mother and I are given affirmations several times a day. We are asked to think about why we are doing what we are doing. We give thanks to my brother and father for keeping us in line and their guidance. They sometimes help us refocus on getting through this. It is an attitude adjustment.”


“Whoa, I’d like one of those! Everyone should do that?”


Jamie looked confused. The affirmations were humiliating experiences for her and her mother.


“Everybody man, has to think at least a few times a day about why they are here. Take a look at themselves and ask if they like what they see. Then they should give thanks to their brothers, then they should give thanks to the Father, man.” Jamie realized Buford had taken the context of brother to mean “all men” and Father to be “God” .


“Everybody seeking guidance on what is right. To question it, and then get refocused on what really matters. That sounds awesome.” Buford’s intensity had become far more manageable, he was still very positive but now that he had something deep and profound to think about, he seemed more grounded.


“Can I do one with you man? I’ll pay you a hundie for it.”


“I don’t think you’ll like the way we do them, but a hundred dollars is a lot of money. We could work something out.” Chris wanted to profit off his mother and sister’s discomfort, but he wasn’t convinced Buford really understood what the affirmations entail.


“Dad, do we have enough time to do an affirmation?”


“I already told your mom she could do one if she needed it. I need to find the chastity belts though. That is the single most important thing we came here for.” Bill had a pained expression as he rifled through slutty latex and rubber clothing.


“Okay man, I can show you.” Buford walked them back into the BDSM room right past the bachelorette party. They stopped their giggling at sex toys only to ‘harumph’ and put their noses up. “Who would want to wear those bikinis after they tried them on out here?”


Wendy wanted to give them a piece of her mind. It took a great deal of will power not too. She at least wanted to ask the question what the difference would have been if they had put them on in the changing room and wore them back out. They still looked completely naked except for some netting and flesh colored material.


“Is that a daughter and a mother?”


“More like a grandmother and her unwed mother to be.”


“Those tattoos. Oh gag me, Alice. Can you imagine?”


“Those can’t be real.”


“As If.”


Wendy stopped in her tracks as she heard them tease her. She spun on her heel like a rabid mama grizzly bear protecting her cub. Then she summoned all herself-control and answered in a calm and controlled tone, “It is a real tattoo, ma’am.”


“I was talking about your boobs, hon.” The blonde leader of the party stung back.


“Dayum!” Chris acknowledging the sting of the comment only made Wendy angrier.


She managed to remain in control of her attitude. “Yes Ma’am, I have had a breast enlargement. Would you like to feel how firm they are?”


The woman didn’t say anything back. Wendy wondered if she was being passive aggressive or if she had managed to win an argument by not rising to match the other persons anger.


“I would like to feel them.” Buford said with a snicker.


“May I Sir?” She asked Chris since he was closest, ignoring her instinct to ask Bill. Chris nodded and Wendy flipped her bikini top up to offer her breasts to Buford for a squeeze.


“Oh man, oh man, oh man, I love tittays!!!” He was so animated that even the wedding party had to laugh.


“We are going to do an affirmation, you are welcome to watch.” Wendy wanted to add that she’d appreciate if they left them alone, but she wasn’t sure if Bill would get angry that she was telling her ‘betters’ what she appreciated. She decided that had said it all.


Much to her chagrin the wedding party left them alone and moved to another side of the store without further conflict.


The one girl who seemed to be taking mental notes held back after the rest of the party left.


“I am sorry about them. You are awesome. You two remind me of some friends of mine, Tina and Savannah.” She said the names as if Wendy would recognize them.


“Never heard of them, but thank you I think.”


“They are like you two, comfortable with their own sexuality and strong. I wish I was more like you.”


Wendy wanted to say “No you do not”, but she graciously accepted the compliment before the woman returned to her friends.


Wendy noticed she hadn’t flipped her top back down for the entire exchange. She hadn’t felt exposed or vulnerable the entire time.


“You want to keep on the bathing suits?” Bill said as he sorted through chastity belts. There were ones that looked like old time medieval belts but made out of corrugated steel. There were chastity belts for men that placed their cocks in a cage “This is something you would have got for us.” Bill shook it.


“If you want us to remove the bikinis, we will obey Sir. They are not covering much anyway.” Wendy felt comfortable answering for her daughter on the first question. “Yes, I am wicked enough of a bitch that I would have bought a chastity belt like that to put you in. I am not sure how much they cost, so I would have had to make sure we had enough money.” She answered her husband hoping he would pick up on her subtle hint that he should also check the price tags.


“The Yank is only $9.24, Here is something new and exciting! The Yanks is an adjustable harness that attaches to the thigh and penis and gives the penis a tantalizing tug with each step. The Yank is made of sleek faux-leather with adjustable penis and thigh straps. Wear it nude or under clothing!” Buford sang in reply. “You put your dick in it!” He added in his excited tone about the small thong like sheath.


Wendy and Jamie had stepped out of the bikini they were wearing and holding them along with the rest of their clothes inside the BDSM boutique. There were no other customers around, so this hardly seemed humiliating unless you realized any could come walking in at any moment.


Jamie wondered if by some strange chance, Bradley Jenkins, who had the habit of showing up at times like these, would just ‘happen to be delivering some Chicken soup for a friend’. She couldn’t help but smile at the image of him innocently saying “Oh Buford, yeah he is an old friend of mine.”.


Buford who didn’t seem to think two women standing naked in front of him picking out Chastity belts was unusual at all was trying to be helpful. “Do you want the top of line, premium, absolute best they have?” he asked Bill.


“Yeah!”


“For man or a woman?” Buford asked.


Bill knotted his brow. He wondered how Buford couldn’t obviously see he was looking for one for Jamie and Chris. “One to fit them.” He answered patiently while pointing to his wife and daughter.


“Okay, I wanted to be sure so you don’t get angry, Bro.”


Chris was quietly amused that Buford used the term “Bro” because he used it too.


In a moment, Buford returned with two boxes containing very impressive and elaborate looking chastity belts. “This is even better than the ‘Cockblocker 3000’. It's Guaranteed to keep your teenager pure, or double your money back. Not legally binding in all states.” He sang as he lifted one out of its container.


It looked expensive. “This is the Pussy Prison.” He held it up for them to see, it was mostly reinforced stainless steel with padding. Bill decided not to ask how Buford had become such an expert on female chastity devices. He decided immediately that this contraption was exactly what he had in mind.


“Made of 24ga. stainless steel, and covered with a clear vinyl in the front, and black vinyl backing. It's ultra slim design makes it impossible to be detected through the clothing. Has a 5" slot which expands from the clitoris, to the end of the vagina, to allow for urination. However the shield will not allow penetration from the rear, or front. Has a removable rear shield that locks into place. The rear shield can be removed without removing the main belt.” He sang. Bill was already convinced and handing the device to his daughter to try on.


“The rear shield has a four inch anal plug, that should be cleaned at least daily or whenever it is removed. The front plate has been ribbed with a replaceable French tickler. The thigh guards are attached by chain to the belt and can be linked together to limit mobility. There are four additional hoops on the main belt for attachment to standard leashes, handcuffs and restraints. The entire ensemble can be unlocked with included key. Pussy Prison comes configured to be unlocked in rear to prevent the wearer from reaching the lock.” Buford continued.


Jamie who had remained fairly unaffected by tonight’s ordeal, was having a difficult time with the Chastity restraint. It intimidated her, especially the rear mounted anal plug and the front mounted French tickler.


“Okay, I don’t know about this, Sir.” She looked ill to her stomach. It may not have helped she had eaten Arby’s food only a short time earlier and it was still working its way through her stomach.


“You a scaredy cat?” Chris was shocked. His sister seemed to be ready for anything. She had not backed down from any of the challenges she had been given.


“That’s fine Chris, your Sister can choose to go on dates without it. You just have to show them how far they are allowed to play with her clit and asshole and what they can’t do.”


Jamie looked at her mom and back again at Chris in shock.


“That is your Sister? I thought it was your girlfriend.” Buford asked Chris.


“Jamie is my sister, and Cow Tits is my mom” Chris answered with a snicker.


“Holy Shit!!” Buford’s happy button had gone to an “11” on a scale of 1-10. “Does Jerry Springer know about you?”


“He does, but we are holding out for an agent.” Chris joked.


“Wow man, I wish I was an agent.” Buford’s intense stare only made Chris back away a little.


Jamie giggled at Chris’s reaction, there was something humorous and tongue in cheek about it. “Will you help me put it on Sir?”


Wendy watched as Chris tried to help his sister step into the outfit and then slide it on. The butt plug wasn’t going in.


“You probably need some lube.” Buford suggested.


Bill was about to suggest Chris just spit on his sister’s ass in order to help her get into it when Buford broke out into his sing song.


“You could pick Anal Lube to Enhance the pleasure of anal intercourse with desensitizing lubrication. The water-based Anal Lube formula is made especially for anal sex to eliminate any discomfort and provide incredible anal stimulation. Smooth and slick - this gel, in original, is a must have personal lubricant. Bottle includes 6 oz. of lube”


Then he paused for a moment and sang “Then there is Slimax Personal Lube, The name says it all! Rub this personal lubricant on your private places and you're sure to climax. Use for sexual intercourse or with adult toys for a more pleasurable experience. It increases sensitivity and heightens sensation for an orgasm that's easily achieved and more intense. Sa-afe to use with condoms.” To the tune of “Twelve Days of Christmas” when they sing “And a Pa-rtridge in a Pear Tree”.


“Jamie, needs Slimax!”


Buford diligently ran off to get it. “I know right where that is!”


“Dad?” Jamie seemed genuinely confused about how the chastity belt fit on and why he would pick the stuff that increases sensitivity. “You know the piercings have been driving me crazy. This isn’t fair?”


“Oh, not fair? Life isn’t fair. Didn’t anyone tell you princess?” Bill said showing no sign of sympathy at all. “You think I want you in a chastity belt that you cannot feel? I want you to experience every little bump and snag. It is going to be good for you to see how it feels. If you feel constantly horny every second of every day, you’ll start to get a SLIGHT idea of what it’s like for most teenage boys. The difference being, they usually can’t find a willing partner. They aren’t blowjob queens who can just offer up their mouth and everyone will take them up on the offer. It’s far more difficult to be a boy.”


“I’ll be good Sir, just push it in now while he is gone.” Jamie promised lifting the belt up, and pulling herself apart to try to get it up her tight ass.


“You’ll tear that precious pink hole of yours. Just cool your jets. It will be up that stink hole of yours in no time.” Chris supported his dad’s position.


When Buford returned with the Slimax, he said “You guys are going to buy this right, it’s $12.32?”


Bill nodded he would with a smile. “I am going to have to introduce you to Uncle Creepy. You talk enough for the both of them.”


“I had a Creepy Uncle once, he touched me on the hoo-hah in the poo-pah!” once again the family laughed at Buford’s candid remark even if it had been unintentional. “Can I put the lotion on?” Buford seemed like a Kid begging if he could ride with Santa Claus.


“Sure.” Bill felt the guy had earned it.


Buford reached between Jamie’s legs. She was holding up the unclasped chastity belt around her thighs. He began oiling up the metal butt plug with his hands. “I probably should have washed my hands first, huh?”


“Why, do you think your hands could be dirtier than the inside of her asshole?” Chris asked.


“That is a very good point. I never thought about it like that.” Buford seemed thankful for the tip.


“Jamie, do you want to put a little on your finger and rub it around your uh, opening?” Buford asked politely.


“My father said for you to apply the lotion, Sir.” She said sweetly. She knew her father would have insisted anyway.


Jamie couldn’t see Buford’s face as she made that statement but if excitement had a face, it would be Buford. He looked like he had simultaneously been struck by lightning, while listening to Jimi Hendrix play Led Zepplin while winning the lottery while smoking the best weed he had ever smoked.


Jamie had been practical about the matter. She knew her Dad would have insisted Buford apply the lotion anyway. Chris and him had frequently played games with her head where they let her choose the easy way out, only to insist she take the hard way.


“You can activate it by heat.” Buford rubbed in a pink sickly strawberry lotion into Jamie’s asshole and around her pussy lips. He blew on it and Jamie started to buckle at the knees in what was half agony and half ecstasy.


“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” She was blowing on her fingers and waving them around as if that would have some effect on what she was feeling.


“You aren’t drying your nails, stop being a baby about it.” Chris plooped the butt plug into his sisters ass without resistance and locked the harness around her waist. She was making a ‘squeeee’ sound as he attached the two metal hoops around her thigh by small chains.


“Dad, should we chain her thighs together?”


“Sure, she won’t notice anyway. Let’s try it out.”


“Nooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaffffffffffffffffffffff” Jamie was dancing in place. She could feel her entire body heating up. She felt she was turning pink and about to explode. She was holding her breath and her cheeks were bloated out.


“Breathe Jamie.” Bill laughed at his daughter’s reaction. “You look like you just ate a hot pepper.”


Jamie who was still holding her breath for no apparent reason, pointed to her ass. She let out a gasp, “Jalapeno, up my ass. That is what it feels like. Oh fuck, oh fuck…”


“It will probably wear off after a few minutes. Then you will just feel sticky.” Buford said. It might have sounded uncaring if it had come from anyone else, but Buford’s tone was excited and happy for Jamie.


“You ready?” He asked Wendy.


“I have mine on, Sir.” Wendy had been quietly left alone to work with her own chastity belt. She had afternoons of Steve’s asshole training to thank for the ability to slide the butt plug right into her sphincter. It fit snugly but wasn’t turning her on the way Jamie was gyrating.


“Get it off, you dumb cunt. You need the lube.” Bill demanded.


“Yes Sir” she didn’t argue but she explained “I thought you would not want to waste any on me, and be happy I put it on myself, Sir?”


“I get tired of you defending your position all the time. Sometimes I want you to just listen and think about what I want to say. Get the fucking plug out of your ass, and get lubed up like your fucking daughter before I find something bigger to shove up that stinky ass crack of yours.” Bill was angry. “You don’t understand how tired I get of having you try to change my mind on every little thing.”


Wendy pulled the unlocked chastity belt down around her knees and bent at the waist so that Buford could apply the lube. “I am Sorry Sir, I will try to be a better wife and listen more.” Wendy couldn’t help her reaction to try to ‘help’ people by offering another side they may not have considered. She had a hard time accepting that not everyone wanted to consider the other side and be convinced.


She didn’t have time to think about that as Buford’s rough hands found their way to the crack of her ass and he slathered her asshole and pussy lips with the slimey lubricant.


“That’s a nasty garter belt. You tie up horses by their heads, dogs and bears by their necks, monkeys by their waists, and humans by their legs. When a person’s prone to wanderlust, he has to wear wooden socks, like a chastity belt around his ankles.” Buford sang his poem as Wendy began to buck and wiggle.


“Hold on, hold on, let me get it locked in place. Hang on.” He slid the plug into her slicked up asshole and Wendy began to dance and hop like her daughter, much to the delight of Bill and Chris.


“You like it.”


Wendy said nothing.


“What is it you said just now, about a garter belt and tying up Horses?” Chris asked Buford


“Sometimes I remember things that I don’t understand. I think that is King Lear. Shakespeare? I don’t know how I know that. I got a question for you, Man. Is this the affirmation for your Mom and Sister?” Buford was innocently curious.


“Oh no, that should come next. Don’t you agree Dad?”


“If these cunts can stop hopping around, Yes.” Bill was watching his two sluts dance around in the Chastity belts. Jamie’s chastity belt was making a “chink-chink” sound as the chains attached at her thighs bounced and fell while the bell around her collar made a ‘tink-tink’ sound in time with it. It was very amusing to him.


“We are going to buy these paddles. So how about we smack their butts anytime they don’t stay perfectly still?”


“Please Sir?” Jamie pleaded, she was involuntarily still bouncing, her tits bouncing as she did.


A customer walked into the BDSM boutique of the store and seeing what was happening turned back around and walked right back out. He was the typically quiet, bearded demographic of lone strangers who kept to themselves Bill expected to find here. He headed straight for the stairs remaining perfectly calm and expressionless.


“That guy was in here on April 2nd of last year, it was 5:30 PM. He bought an XL Sidewinder Leather Thong.”


“Are you just making that up?” Chris asked Buford.


“Probably, yes.” Buford smiled innocently.


“Do you think he will tell the manager we are up here holding court and trying on things outside the dressing room?”


“Wilbur is not the manager. If he does tell him, I guess we’d all get kicked out. This would be the fourth time I was told to stay away for 24 hours straight.” Buford explained.


“Alright, well let’s make it brief, because after this we are going to drop Wendy off for her date and get Jamie ready for her stunt at half-time.” Bill announced, noticing the girls were standing in position one and trembling.


He spanked his wife’s butt with his new paddle to get her attention and remind her to stop shaking. He knew it was involuntary for the most part. He couldn’t imagine what the cream was doing to her body, but he liked watching her writhe and mew like this.


“Tell Buford why you have affirmations.”


“Like my daughter said, we answer questions and those answers force us to think about what brought us to this place in life. We also thank you for keeping us in line and disciplining us for our shortcomings. You take the time to develop new rules for us to understand and accept and train us to be good sluts as opposed to mean bitches, and we both thank you for your attention and time, Sir.”

“Wow Man!” Was Buford’s only response.


“Tell Buford why you have on that chastity belt.”


“I am going to go on a date tonight with someone. The chastity belt prevents him from playing with my pussy or ass, Sir.”


“You don’t seem like someone who minds that very much, if you don’t mind me saying so?” Buford seemed Lucid again. “What about playing with your boobs?”


“I don’t know, Sir. This is my first real date with someone. I am sure my son and husband will tell me where the boundaries are.”


“Why does your son tell you what the boundaries are?” Buford asked with a positive yet lucid voice.


“Hey, who is giving the affirmation, me or you?” Bill asked of Buford, but he was kidding. He was implying Buford could ask the questions if he liked.


“Oh I am so sorry, man.” Buford apologized. “I was going to say if you want something that works like a chastity belt for the boobs. You could try the ‘The Tit Tuggers’, they consist of a pair of erotic nickel plated breast and nipple torment devices specially designed to pinch and pull the tits. ‘The Tit Tuggers’ are pleasurably painful and playful, and even though they pinch hard they feel good. ‘The Tit Tuggers’ work by first, clamping the clothes-pin style pincher to the nipple. The clamper is fastened to a stem and together they measure a total length of 6¼”. The stem is threaded. The curved metal arch of ‘The Tit Tugger’ has an opening in the center for the stem to fit through and a wing nut on the outside hold it in place. The stem can be pulled through and tightened to pull the nipple out up to a total of 1½” he sang.

“Wow, yeah. That does sound good. Can you go get that? Two of them!” Buford was dutifully fetching it while Bill was still asking for it.


Wendy wished Bill would look at the prices of these things before making a decision. She wasn’t sure what he bought at Best Buy, but added to the cost of all these objects she knew it would break their bank unless he wasn’t careful.


Bill slapped her ass with the leather paddle. He was pleased to hear the satisfying lightning crack of a real leather paddle instead of the makeshift tools of torture they had been using at home. It felt good in his hands.


“So tell Buford, why does your son tell you what your boundaries are?” He slapped her ass again leaving a nice welt on her sore ass. He stared at the “Tit Tugger” box with awe. The device looked like a cage his cock might have gone in, except for the oversized alligator clip that could be rotated and pulled inside of the metal harness.


“The men of the Taylor family are superior in all ways to the females. They naturally decide for us and we obey. They reward us when we are good, and they punish us when we make mistakes so we learn not to make them again.”


SLAP!


“I didn’t ask about the men of the Taylor family. I asked why does your son set the boundaries for you. Why do you have such a problem with this question?”


“I am sorry Sir.” Wendy took a deep breath. She had explained this before but she always struggled with the words. It could be that she didn’t believe it fully, or it could just be how hard it was to admit out loud. “My son is one of my owners, until I can demonstrate fully the error of my ways. I did some mean, harsh, cruel things that at the time made perfect sense to me, because I am an insensitive bitch, Sir.” She admitted.


“Oh no you are not.” Buford tried to sound comforting and reassuring.


“Yes I am Sir. I am reminded daily, that when I had the opportunity, I put my son and husband through my own personal ringer and humiliated them and emasculated them. In order to be forgiven for my offenses, I have agreed to let them train me.” Wendy sniffled as if she were holding back a tear but her voice never cracked.


She used her hands to indicate her naked body and the chastity belt. “I agreed to be kept this way as payback for everything. I could have chosen to let the family fall apart and not seek forgiveness, but I love my son and husband so much that I am willing to endure humiliations at their hands, submit to them, and serve for their amusement.”


“Oh wow, you really are a good mother.” Buford commented positively.


Wendy was no longer dancing a jig back and forth, but she was still feeling sick to her stomach. The Arby’s and this particularly sore topic tended to do that to her. The butterflies that seemed to be on double-duty almost every waking moment were staging their usual riot in her stomach and she felt warm all over from the lube. The warmth reminded her of an itch she could not scratch, because she could do nothing but endure the tingles while they danced across her body.


“No Sir, I am a bad mother. I led my daughter to help me treat the men this way. Remove their authority, disrespect them, leash them and make them our house pets. I also put career, my exercise, and my ‘cow tits’ before the needs of the family. I acted as an enabler to my son and husband and coddled them for years before all of this because I did not show them the proper respect. Please don’t feel pity for me. I don’t deserve it. I brought this all on myself, and this is how we get closure.”


“Speaking of closure” Wendy heard a familiar voice coming from behind her. She turned to look out into the balcony area to see who it was.


She shrieked in shock!