The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty-One
“Do you believe in Magic (The gathering)?”

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

**Note to reader: This is Wendy’s journal from Friday Night detailing the events of approximately 7:45PM after her date with Sheldon began. Some of Wendy’s journal was altered to protect the name of the corporation and some of the employee’s identities. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

“So how do you fart with that thing on?”

I stifled the immediate urge to chuckle at the outrageous question I was being asked. I knew my date was referring to the chastity belt and more specifically the metal rod now firmly locked up my butt. We were strolling through my neighborhood on the sidewalk after he was satisfied he had shown me who is ‘boss’.

“Do you always sweet talk your dates with such pleasant questions, Sir?” I was being coy and I knew he might swat me again with his wire hanger, but I didn’t think he would mind my being conversational. He seemed like he was being casual and informal.

“This is technically my first date.” He admitted. I could see the vulnerable side of him when he was honest with me. I could see some of his father in him too.

“I am surprised you didn’t swat me for being coy. Thank you for that Sir.” I decided to lay a card on the table of my own since he had been so candid.

“My arm is kind of tired.”

I didn’t have any sympathy for his arm. My ass was sore and it was still stinging from that little bastards idea of laying down the law. I was proud that I had taken the best he could dish out and outlasted him. I remained quiet and let him speak next.

“What other ways can I punish you?” His question sounded kind of naïve.

“I thought my son told you all about how to keep womenfolk like me in line, Sir?” I jokingly tried to sound country in an attempt at levity.

“He did, he said there were ten different kinds of infractions, but I am not a walking Pokedex. I don’t have it all memorized.”

I didn’t know what a Pokedex was, but I got the gist of his point.

“To be honest, I don’t have them all memorized either.” I admitted to him. “The infractions are not that frequent, they are for trivial little things that can’t be disputed, Sir.”

“Like what?”

I wanted to know more about his plans for me, and what I was supposed to do tonight. I didn’t mind talking about myself and my situation with him as much as I did with Jerry but I still felt awkward giving the details of my humiliation to strangers.

“Usually they make the punishment fit the crime, Sir.” He didn’t seem to understand. I knew I would have to give him an example. “Let’s say my daughter or I were dragging our asses around the house because we were tired,” I regretted bringing up my daughter again but it was already out there. “Chris would probably give us an endurance punishment, to do fifty jumping jacks or march in place to get our blood flowing and keep us moving, Sir.”

He laughed and I am sure he was picturing my boobs and ass bouncing up and down doing jumping jacks naked. I certainly was picturing it. I am sure I looked ridiculous, especially gagged and with someone smacking my ass in cadence with the exercise.

Eventually I explained all ten forms of infraction. I did remember them, but I had to go through examples of each in order to recall the details. It is kind of like typing on a keyboard – You couldn’t tell someone the order of the keys in the middle row, but you could sit down and just start typing without looking at them.

I explained how they used time outs with us and restricted our movement when they wanted us to learn patience.

I told him how beating was most common for us and the reasons the physical pain was used to make us remember our lessons. We went over how they used our diet and bathroom control to remind us of lost privileges and teach us to appreciate the things we took for granted. I gave him examples of how they took the most mundane task like eating a hot dog and turned it into a lesson.

“You sound like you are trying to convince me to do that to you.” He commented.

I had to admit to myself that it probably did sound that way. “I didn’t mean to imply that, maybe I was justifying it to myself more than you.” I told him honestly. “Can I throw away this stinky old cup now, Sir?”

I was still holding my cell phone in one hand and the Arby’s cup in the other.

“Sure” he said generously and before I could set it down he added his condition. “You can pour it out, but keep the cup.”

“May I ask why Sir?” I asked as I stopped next to someone’s mailbox and bent at the waist to pour the contents of my filthy cup on their lawn. I felt guilty as if I had been walking Rosco and let him poop on my neighbor’s yard.

“You may have to go again.”

“Couldn’t I just get another cup, Sir?” I stood up straight.

“You don’t love the earth? No wonder Chris said you were selfish!”

I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not. I changed the subject by asking him if when I bent over my chastity belt peeked out from under my skirt. I think I was more curious if he had noticed I bent at the waist than I was in finding out if I was hanging out.

“I didn’t look.”

He was so callous and flippant about some things. I had gone to the trouble of bending at the waist deeply and he hadn’t even noticed. I don’t know why I WANTED him to notice, but I did. I guess I am vain that way.

“Do you mind looking and letting me know? Before we get wherever we go, I’d like to know if my shiny metal ass will be visible when I bend over.”

He laughed and called me ‘Bender’ as I bent over the same way I just did a little further down the sidewalk. “I can’t see much of it.”

I felt a little off the hook.

“Just your cottage cheese thighs, and varicose veins mostly.”

He sounded like he was just joking, but that one really hurt.

“I will have you know, that I used to work out almost every night before the training began. I have a very hard body for a woman my age, Sir.” I said a little more casually than I intended.

He let me get away with it and replied “for a woman your age” to reinforce that I still wasn’t all that.

“Touche’ Sir.” He had made me feel like a horse-faced, flabby, wrinkled fat ass with purple veins. I had seen pictures that Bill and Chris took of me and I didn’t think I was that bad, but maybe I just wasn’t being objective.

“Can I ask where we are going on our date tonight, Sir?” I changed the subject again.

“We are going to the Poop.”

I didn’t understand his reference. He clarified he meant “The Loop”, a shopping center with Bed, Bath and Beyond department stores, clothes, restaurants, movie theater. I still didn’t understand why we would be going there this late at night and for a date. He explained that this is where nearby teenagers go to ‘cruise’ late at night.

That made sense to me. “I remember when I was a teenager, boys used to drive up their cars past the movie theater hoping to meet girls.” I tried to relate to him that I had a similar experience growing up.

“You guys used to have to peddle your car with your feet until Fred bought those big ribs and the car fell over though.”

“Yabba-dabba-hardee-harr-harr, Sir.” I said sarcastically accepting another dig on my age. “It wasn’t quite the Flintstone times, but we did have to worry about Flintlock rifles on our horseless carriages.” I laughed along with him. Truth be told, I remember when the Loop was just a series of cow pastures before some developer decided to put a mega shopping center there.

We continued to walk and talk casually and get to know each other. He asked me about the other types of punishment and when it was okay to do them in public. I could tell he liked the idea of public humiliations.

“It isn’t like the old Salem Witch Trial days. You can’t just dunk me in the lake and expect no one to come to my defense Sir.” I tried to be a voice of reason about using his common sense. There had been no hard and fast rules about what punishments could be publically executed. I had trusted Bill and Chris to use their common sense, which sounds strange considering before the training I never would have admitted they were working with a lot of common sense.

“What about putting your cell phone in your pussy and calling it?”

“Unless you set my ring tone to Rock Me Amadeus and make me listen to it over and over, I don’t know how that is a punishment Sir?” I didn’t hate Rock Me Amadeus. Vicky from work’s cell phone is set to that song and I can always hear her coming around the office when it goes off. It makes my stomach turn.

I didn’t want to think about any science related stuff of the possibility of getting cervical cancer from having a giant battery receiving signals in my cooter.

“You know, on vibrate.” He prodded me.

I had been sticking full sized dildos inside me every day for a week. I couldn’t see my cell phone causing me any consternation. I probably should have pretended it would bother me and beg him not to do it. Instead, I told him that my clit hood was far more sensitive and pinching that or tying string around it was probably far more effective.

I was surprised that he seemed to be taking mental notes from what I told him and seemed to appreciate the insight into what made me tick.

I could see the Loop lit up in the distance by this point in our conversation. “There probably aren’t that many kids your age there, because of the Football game.”

“Kids my age?”

“I am sorry Sir.” I braced for another swat to the ass, but it did not come.

“I am just fucking with you, I know what you mean.” He teased. “Not everyone is as hung up on jock status as your daughter. There should be plenty of ‘kids’ like me there.” He said the word ‘kids’ like an insult.

“I think tonight is Jamie’s final night as a Cheerleader.” Not that the thought had left my mind, but I was once again imagining how horrible things must be going for Jamie right now.

I told him the “Cunt Stunt” Chris had thought up and he had a good laugh at my daughter’s expense.

“She is doing it to show her dad and Chris how sorry we both are for how we treated them. It had to take a lot of courage to give it up. She has been in cheer since she was a little girl, Sir.”

“Today she sucked my cock.” He said bluntly.

“How did you like that, Sir?” I rolled with his comment as if it hadn’t wounded me to hear him brag.

He told me in explicit detail about the bathroom at lunchtime and how the ‘jocks’ had shoved him aside and pissed on Jamie. I wanted to say that the Quarterback was probably gay if the first thing he thought about doing when he saw my Jamie naked was pissing on her, but I just kept my trap shut and listened.

Sheldon described how Jamie had burst in at the end of the day when he was being bullied by two other boys. I had a feeling Sheldon was leaving out something he had done to egg them on, but I didn’t press the issue. I was more curious about my daughter’s behavior.

He went on to describe how she had sucked his cock. Unless I missed my guess, that was the first time for her (and him). Then he told me how she had stripped naked and sucked off the other two boys, promised them another on Monday and posed for them while they took pictures of her.

If I had heard she had done that a week earlier I would never have believed it. It sounded like the stuff of erotic fantasies - An attractive, over-sexed cheerleader blowing three nerdy guys all at once in the library of her school with whore tattooed on her ass and a slave collar around her neck.

Today it sounded very plausible.

“Are you as nasty as your daughter?”

“I might be nastier, Sir.” I wasn’t joking, but I said it like I was.

“Do you like to get fucked in the poop chute?”

“I am only allowed to suck your dick tonight, Sir.” I reminded him, without answering his question.

-thwack- He sliced into my ass with his damned coat hanger and repeated the question.

“I don’t getting fucked up the ‘poop chute’, Sir” I admitted in a somber tone than my earlier answers.

“Does your daughter?”

“She is technically a virgin, Sir.” Being a technical virgin, is kind of like being ‘technically a saint’, I am not sure it really counts in ways that matter.

“You are full of shit.”

“So I have heard, Sir.” I looked down at my empty turd cup and back at him. “As far as I know she hasn’t actually fucked a guy. One of the reasons her father bought these chastity belts I think, is to let her have the option of choosing who she has her first time with.”

He looked at me as if he didn’t believe me.

I knocked on the chastity belt, and then opened my mouth and silently pretended to suck cock and winked. “I promise, you WILL get lucky tonight Sir. I am a good little cock sucker.”

“So if I unlock your belt and just stick my dick in, what are you going to do about it?”

I had a lot of options. My first thought was that I could crush this little twerp like a grape. I decided on, “You probably could sneak your dick inside of me before I could stop you, Sir. Then you would have overstepped your boundary as my handler and I’d escape and that’d be the last my son would rent me out to you.” I was also picturing Bill coming after him with a baseball bat, but I didn’t want to promise he would feel an ounce of jealousy over my humiliation. He seemed to like me taking cock at work, but that was at his direction. I wasn’t sure how Bill would feel about it to be honest.

“If you want me to be a good little slut for you, be nice to you, compliment you, escort you out for tonight, you CAN take liberties with me, but with authority comes responsibility too, Sir.”

“You think you hold all the cards. That you can negotiate with me and tell me what you will and won’t do.” He sounded a little petty like his father when he made that observation.

I felt like HE held the cards and I was just lucky to cling to the few bad cards life kept dealing me. “What woman would agree to no rules at all, Sir? You could tell me to step out in front of traffic or beat my face in with a baseball bat. You have control of me, tonight. I am yours, Sir.” It felt weird to admit that.

He walked alongside me listening.

“Just like if you rented a car, you have to return it in the same condition you got it in. You have to fill its tank with gas, and not use it to rob banks. You want me to be a naughty slut, I’ll obey as long as you hold my key and my son tells me to, within the rules.”

I still didn’t understand the rules in complete black and white about what was and wasn’t allowed.

“I bet Jamie would let me fuck her up the poop chute.” He said as if he hadn’t heard my impassioned speech.

“I would let you fuck me up the poop chute. You could fuck me silly there.” I felt silly saying ‘poop chute’ but it was his term and I rolled with it. “If Bill or Chris finds out I let you, I’ll be punished, Sir.”

“How would he find out?”

“You could tell him.” Is one way. “He will inspect my cunt and my asshole when I get home. If I am stretched out, I am sure he’ll know something is up.”

“From what I saw, that chubby cunt of yours is already stretched out.” He lobbed another self-esteem busting grenade my way. “You’ve had a metal butt plug in all night, so it will be sore and red anyway.”

“I am sorry my cunt isn’t pleasing to look at to you, Sir.” I forced myself to apologize for something I knew wasn’t true. I wasn’t as tight as Jamie but I knew I had a nice little pussy. It probably wasn’t as perfect as some of the porn store videos out there, but it wasn’t ‘stretched out’. I had to take a breath to admit one more thing. “He will make me squat and wait for cum to drip out of my asshole and cunt, Sir.”

“I thought you said this was your first date with anyone?”

“Every day after work he does that, Sir.” I admitted. He had been making me lap it up privately when some cream dropped out on the tile.

“That is hot. Does he ever find any?”

“Yes Sir” I told him the truth. I probably could have got away with a lie, but I didn’t want to dig myself any deeper.

“He punishes you for that?”

I didn’t say he did. Instead, I told him, “He makes me lick it all up, like a good cum gobbler, Sir.”

He seemed satisfied by that answer. I knew he thought we were complete perverts, and he probably inferred the licking of the cum was punishment. It was in a way, but he had ordered me to fuck those men at work or given Steve permission to make me. The punishment was karma’s way of getting even with me for enslaving my husband and son.

We were at the shopping center. The football game was still going on, I could hear the drums from the marching band in the distance. There were a lot of people still shopping, but hardly any teenagers. “I think most of the kids are still at the game.”

“My friends don’t go to ‘football games’, he did air quotes around the word football game as if it was code for something else. I wanted to respond “Your friends probably don’t ‘get laid much’ either.” and put air quotes around that. I stifled the urge and smiled at him instead.

He took me first to a Barnes and Noble book store. I should have known this is the first place a geek would pick other than maybe the Best Buy or computer games store.

“People are going to think I am your mom, Sir.” I joked with him. I could already feel people staring at me in the tube top and short skirt. Their facial expression seemed to be asking ‘Why did she take her son here dressed that way’. I knew he was picking up on it too.

“That is cool,” I was not expecting that reaction from him. “When we meet my friends, you are going to tell them you are my Aunt.”

We were already entering the book store and I wasn’t clear on the plan. I am sure I looked nervous and uncertain to him. “I understand, pretend like I just drove you to the book store and everything is perfectly normal. Should I be from your dad’s side of the family or your mom’s?” I wanted to get our cover story straight.

“No dummy, you are my naughty Aunt.” He grinned and swatted me on my ass. “You can be on my dad’s side of the family since you know him a little. His name is Jerry Cooper.”

I nodded that I knew who he was. I didn’t understand what he was saying. “You want them to know you are on a date with me, but I am your Aunt?”

“Yeah, that is hot. That I have control over you.”

I wanted to ask more questions but he was already leading me over to the coffee shop that was inside the book store where his friends were seated at a table. I was completely embarrassed to be my son’s whore and enslaved alongside my daughter. I was actually looking FORWARD tonight to being trained by someone who isn’t a blood relative. I could only assume that Chris would have preferred to control women who weren’t his blood relation as well.

The coffee shop was populated by the usual suspects - The novelist working on the great American novel on his laptop over a cup of joe, the hipsters with their ironic t-shirts and iPhones, and kids that looked like my son.

They were playing ‘Magic the Gathering’. They had an elaborate set up of trading cards with goblins and wizards on the table and seemed to be waiting on Sheldon’s arrival.

As I approached the table, I instantly recognized them. Three of them were the boys from the fair the night before who paid me to kiss my daughter. They didn’t seem to recognize me, probably because I had been painted up from head to toe like “SpongeBoob” in yellow body paint. I didn’t recognize the fourth boy.

“Clint, Chuck, Todd and Millhouse”

“This is my Aunt Wendy. She’ll be playing with you tonight.” I picked up on Sheldon’s double entendre, but if the others did they didn’t show it.

“Does she know how to play? Does she even have the starter deck?” Millhouse seemed uncharacteristically less timid. I assumed he felt more in his element around books and other nerdy things as I stood nervously shaking my head that I didn’t have any of those things (or know what they were).

“Sheldon you are already late. You didn’t even bring your deck, how can you expect to participate in the Guild of the Planeswalkers if you don’t take this seriously?” The heavy set one named Clint was eyeing me suspiciously as he berated my date.

“You don’t understand,” Sheldon smiled. “You are going to elect me Grand Wizard of the guild.”

Millhouse scoffed “Not likely.”

“My Aunt is tonight’s prize. Whoever wins tonight’s battle of the Planeswalkers, gets 7 minutes in heaven with her in the Barnes and Noble Bathroom.”

“Yeah, right.” Chuck the red headed boy scoffed this time.

“Aunt Wendy, aren’t you turned on by MTG players?” he explained that I had confided that in him and begged him to take me to tonight’s game so I could participate as a prize.

I didn’t know that MTG stood for ‘Magic the Gathering’ players so it took me a moment to answer that I was. I tried to sound convincing but I doubt I was.

They didn’t seem to believe me, I can’t blame them. I felt ridiculous.

“Succubus, didn’t I summon and bind you after freeing you from the Eldrazi on Zendikar?”

“Yes Sir?” my answer sounded like a question, but I quickly pretended that is exactly what happened. “Yes, on Zeldikar.”

“Show them how you are bound to me.” He held up his key to my belt and looked at me expectantly.

“I am bound by this belt, Sir.” I was speaking in hushed tones but I feared others could hear us in the coffee shop. I lifted my skirt in the front for a moment to display the shiny stainless of my chastity belt and let it drop.

“When Succubus comes into play, draw a card.” Millhouse’s eyes grew wider. They weren’t as wide as they had been the night before when I offered to let him kiss me.

The others laughed at his cryptic reference. I had no idea what he was talking about so I just stood there trying to look sexy. It seemed to be working because they no longer seemed to have their mind on their card battle.

“Do you want to sit with us?” Todd the boy I hadn’t met yet offered. He didn’t seem nerdy at all. He looked like he was about my daughter’s age, handsome, blonde hair. I was surprised non-nerds played games like this.

I looked to Sheldon who answered for me. “My Aunt will stand.” I nodded that is what I would do.

“Face away from the game, put your palms flat on the table in front of you, and wait until you are summoned, Succubus.” Sheldon commanded coldly.

I did as I was told. His friends were clearly impressed with my willingness to obey. “I thought she likes to watch us play?” Clint asked skeptically.

“She does, but it turns her on to be teased. She can hear but not watch.” He asked me to confirm that it did and I nodded yes.

Standing as I was with my ass to them, I could feel their eyes undressing me from behind. That was something I had not grown used too but it was getting easier for me to endure. The hardest part was enduring the disgusted stares of hipsters I was facing as they stared at me with disdain while they sipped their coffee.

“That isn’t your Aunt.” Clint called Sheldon on his bluff.

“You are my Aunt, aren’t you succubus?” Sheldon asked and I nodded yes I was. I felt suddenly parched like I couldn’t talk.

“Why would your Aunt agree to let you bind her like a succubus?” Clint was not buying his cover story. I couldn’t be sure if he was more skeptical I was related to Sheldon or that I was really willing to be a prize in their silly game.

“My fellow Planeswalkers demand evidence, then you shall have it. Let us adjourn to my office.” They led me to the bathrooms of the vast book store. I didn’t want to go into the men’s room but I pretended I wasn’t afraid as we walked in. I was thankful that it wasn’t already occupied.

“Aunt Wendy, you have been bound by a ‘naked singularity artifact’. I cast ‘Flash of Insight’ Remove your clothing this instant and remove all doubt you are in my deck.”

I didn’t understand any of what he said except for ‘remove your clothing’. I decided to go into one of the two stalls and they followed me. “Yes Sir” I took off my top and shimmied out of my skirt as I had done so many times earlier in the day.

They seemed stunned I would get naked in front of them. There was a pregnant pause before Sheldon explained, “My Aunt is my slave, I have some heavy blackmail on her, and now she does whatever I want her to do.”

“That is right, Sir.” I added a little credence to his otherwise hokey premise.

“Wait a minute. I remember those nipples, with the hooped piercings, were you painted up like SpongeBob last night at the fair, with another girl?” Clint sounded sure of himself as he asked the question.

Sheldon and Todd hadn’t been there, but the other two boys were nodding their head in agreement.

“Yes Sir, My Master Sheldon traded me to Madam Chang for the night to work the fair.” I lied.

“So that wasn’t really your daughter you kissed?” Millhouse sounded betrayed as he asked for me to confirm his suspicion he had been lied too.

I looked at Sheldon. He seemed curious and was making me answer the questions. “That is my daughter, Sheldon’s cousin. She is his slave too, to help me out of my blackmail.” Since I was addressing them all as an audience I didn’t feel “sirs” was the right thing to say.

“What is your blackmail?” Clint asked and clarified “I mean, what did you do to get blackmailed?”

“If I told you that, then I would be all your slaves.” I was surprised I felt in total control at that moment. Even though I was naked except for a chastity belt with my boobs hanging out in only high heels they were completely in my power. I felt like I could have told them anything and they would believe it. They wanted to believe it.

“Did you cheat on your taxes?” Millhouse guessed at the reason for my imaginary blackmail.

I smiled and said “No Sir, I didn’t cheat on my taxes.” It amused me that they seemed to think if someone has a deep dark secret, if you guess it they have to confirm it.

They guessed a few more times and I told them with a smile that wasn’t it.

“She is a MTG groupie, she has been owned by Gabriel Nassif, Kai Budde and Jon Finkel. They keep her and her daughter in a cage during Pro Tour Qualifier and Grand Prix tournaments. If anyone beats them in competitive play they get invited back to their hotel suite and my Aunt Wendy sucks their dicks. Isn’t that right?”

I gulped, that sounded like the dumbest thing I had heard in a long time. “Yes Sir, that is exactly right.”

“You know Gabriel Nassif?” Millhouse asked in reverence.

“Yes Sir” I lied.

“2004 Pro Tour Player of the Year?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Highest-ever constructed rating of 2318?”

“Yes Sir.” I guessed it wasn’t a trick question

“So what would happen if anyone finds out your secret?”

“My Brother Jerry would disown me from the family fortune, Sir.” I was just making this up. “If Grand Wizard Sheldon tells his father, it would spell disaster for me.” I pouted my lip.

“Now we know her secret.” Clint looked around at the others as if he had just heard the winning lottery numbers a day in advance of the drawing.

I pretended to be a lot more concerned about it than I really was. This was all make believe role playing anyway. I didn’t see the harm. “Please, you tricked me Wizard.” I pleaded and in order to really sell the lie I put the back of my hand on my forehead like Scarlet in Gone with the Wind when she is about to feint.

“I take it you believe me now?” Sheldon’s friends all agreed. “You can remain in the stall until the end of the games. My guild and I will send in the winner for his reward.” He held my clothes and he was about to walk out.

Clint said “Oh no, if we all know her secret, then she belongs to all of us, now.”

I should have explained we were roleplaying a scenario of some kind for them. The truth that I belonged to my brother and son and they rented me to Sheldon after his father brought me to his house sounded even more implausible than the fake story.

“Well played Clinthulu.” My date addressed him by what I can only assume is Clint’s online name. “Name your demands?”

“We all get seven minutes in heaven with your aunt!”

I should have known that things would start out innocent and simple and escalate. I quietly did the math in my head. If there were five guys at 7 minutes that is at least 35 minutes. I assumed the store was open for at least another hour. I wondered if someone else would try to use the bathroom in that time.

“Yes, I concede your use of my slave, if you will support me as Grand Wizard of the Guild and keep her secret from my Father.”

“You have MY Axe, Sheldor the Mighty.” Clint offered his support to Sheldon. The others did too.

I almost rolled my eyes, but to my credit I didn’t.

“Turn around that I may unbind you, Aunt Wendy.”

I still couldn’t believe it seemed to turn him on that I was his Aunt. They could see my ass cheeks were tattooed but they couldn’t read the entire words. He fidgeted with my lock while I kept my hands behind my head waiting for him to unhinge me. The waiting can be one of the worst parts because in that time, images flash through your head of all the possible disgusting and painful ways this could go.

“It’s righty-tighty, lefty-loosey.” Chuck offered to Sheldon patronizingly.

“Dude, I made a robot once.” Sheldon sounded a little nervous as he worked the key. He couldn’t be more nervous than I was that the chastity belt might be locked on for good.

“Didn’t you make Shelbot to jerk you off?” Millhouse asked.

“Shut up!” Sheldon punched his friend in the arm and clarified “It just looked like that may be one good use for it.”

When he delivered his explanation the belt came unlocked and with a pop.

“Why do you really keep her in this?” Millhouse asked about my chastity belt.

“This was put on her by Gabriel, only five keys were ever made.” Sheldon lied as if he were telling a tall tale.

“One for each of the five schools of magic?” Millhouse sounded impressed.

“Exactly, and watch as I ease her out of it.” He slowly popped each of the metal bulbs in my metal anal plug out of my ass as he removed my belt entirely and set it on the dirty tile floor.

“Gross!!” They said as they looked at my red sore ass. I was hoping for a more positive reaction and I was glad I was facing with my back to them. Hands behind my head.

“I thought her tattoo said “WUBRG” Clint was confused. He could only see the side letters with the belt covering my crack.

“Hold your ass cheeks open so that the Planeswalkers can have a good look at your tattoo, Aunt Wendy.” Something about how he said that sent shivers down my spine, but at the same time sounded particularly naughty. I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to dominate my Aunts. They had been stodgy old spinsters.

I suppose I could see the attraction to a teenage boy. His mom is too familiar to him. His Aunt though could seem like this sexy older woman who knows the ways of the world, and is an authority figure. In the 1980s there used to be a lot of ‘coming of age’ movies about some summer a handsome fresh-faced kid learns to become a man from an older woman.

If I am not mistaken, Patrick Dempsy the actor who plays Doctor McDreamy on Grey’s Anatomy starred in at least half of those.

“Whore?” Millhouse sounded disappointed. “Why isn’t it Wooberg?” (That is how WUBRG sounds when you say it out loud).

I found it difficult to believe even these nerds had a naked a woman holding her ass apart and they were debating this.

“Gabriel Nassif is French, dummy.” Sheldon explained.

“So?”

“So in France, the colors of magic start with WHORE. He is the one who had her ass tattooed this way.” Sheldon lied with confidence.

“Which just happens to spell Whore?” Clint didn’t believe it.

I was glad I was facing away from them. I clenched my butt cheeks to stifle the laughter on my face. I know I should have been scared but their nerdspeak made them seem harmless and even funny.

I had to give Sheldon points for creativity. He was digging himself deeper and deeper with his lie to impress his friends. I had every reason to be afraid, but I was smiling to myself with my back to them.

“It’s true, I am Gabriel Nassif’s Whore as well. Now I am your whore to command, Planeswalkers.” I felt I should back up my date’s highly implausible story even if I had very little idea what I was talking about.

“Why isn’t your daughter here?” Clint asked me.

“She is on Zendikar.” I hoped that made sense to him.

“No, I mean really.” He asked. “She was really hot.”

What is with these young guys and insulting the woman offering her naked body to you?

“Yes Sir, she is at Cherry Lawn tonight. She is a cheerleader.”

“Stuck up bitches.” Clint declared and the others seemed to agree.

“I am sorry you think so Sir,” I offered an apology. “We are learning humility as part of our training, which is why we permit powerful wizards to summon and control us.” I hoped I didn’t sound condescending when I told him that.

“Do you remember when my brother Bobby put that tail back up your ass?” Clint asked.

How could I forget? I had offered them my ass when they pulled out Jamie’s “Sandy Buttcheeks” squirrel tail and let them insert it.

“Yes Sir, that was very nice of your brother to give back the tail.” I tried to sound positive. It was already done and in truth I was having a little fun with this elaborate lie. It reminded me of when we shined on Mrs. Waxerman in order to get a rise out of her on some level.

“Do you remember agreeing to get a slushee, but then not doing it?” Chuck asked.

I did remember that, but not quite as he explained it. “Yes Sir, I remember agreeing to let you throw donuts at us and pour a slushee on our heads if you would give back my daughter’s tail, but someone came up and you ran off before you could do it.”

“So you use a slushee.” Chuck demanded.

I nodded in agreement. I was in the bathroom whatever they dumped on my head I could wash off. I would have enjoyed the cool off at that moment.

“Actually two, one for her and one for her stuck up daughter who picked cheerleading over the weekly Guild of the Planeswalkers meeting.” Millhouse piled on.

“Wow, you really are a whore.” Sheldon sounded impressed. “I wish I had gone to the fair, but I was home leveling up my Druid.”

“My Husband plays World of Warcraft, Sir.” I offered.

“I don’t care what my Uncle plays. He isn’t to know about what a pig you are if you keep your mouth shut and obey!!” He swatted me with his metal wire.

“That’s what those stripes are on her ass!” Chuck said finally understanding the red welts on my butt.

“Please Sir, you can punish me for my insolence. It was wrong of me to speak out of turn and I submit to your Slushees”

“They don’t sell Slushees in the Coffee Shop.” Todd spoke up. He was the only voice behind me that didn’t sound completely in love with what they were doing to me.

“Well, we could use hot chocolate.” Millhouse said bluntly.

I almost gasped in horror at the idea of hot cocoa burning my scalp.

“No Dummy” Sheldon chided his friend. I was relieved to hear a voice of reason. “Those are like 3 bucks each. Let’s just give her a swirly instead.”

“Two swirlies!”

I vaguely remembered the concept of a swirly from my high school days. The boys had me kneel on the cold tile floor and put my head right above the toilet bowl.

“Put a finger from each hand up your butt.” Clint demanded. “I don’t want you using your hands to grab one of us, when we do this.”

I complied without hesitation. I think they were surprised I didn’t offer some resistance.

I could hear them confer with each other about how to properly administer the swirly. I waited for the sentence to be executed picturing my head on the toilet like someone waiting on the guillotine. It seemed all of them had been on the receiving end of one of these but none had ever done it. Millhouse even suggested I give myself one but the thought of trying to dunk my own head in a swirling toilet seemed worse than someone else dunking me.

Todd asked impatiently “Are we going to have sex with her?”

“Yes, everyone gets seven minutes. Let’s just do the swirlies first.

“Wouldn’t it make sense to do that at the end, so her head isn’t all wet?” Todd seemed like the real voice of reason of the group.

A short debate about who would be going first broke out. I am sure I heard “Spock”, “George Lucas” and “Fireball Spell” mentioned making it possibly the strangest debate about who was going to get their cock sucked first.

“Would you all like to go at once?” I am not sure if I just wanted the debate to end or I was feeling adventurous.

They froze their debate, with a sudden interest.

“If you are a guild, you can pool your seven minutes. I have two hands, I can do you all at once.” I told myself I was trying to freak them out so they might back down, but a part of me wanted to see what they would say.

There was a little homophobia about seeing each other’s cock, and I think Clint was the first to take his pants down.

“May I take my fingers out of my ass to serve you with my hands?” I had been the plaything of a few guys, but never five at once. This was something I could cross off my bucket list, when I decide to write a bucket list.

“Ewww gross, yes if you clean it off first.”

I put my fingers in my mouth and gave them a slow scrubbing with my tongue to simulate a passionate cock sucking. I was facing them now and they were all sliding down their pants or had them down around their ankles already.

I took my date in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his cock. He was already hard and I felt obliged to give him first shot at my mouth.

To my immediate left was Clint and I pulled his dick closer to me with a free hand while I remained on my knees. His manhood wasn’t all that impressive but I began to stroke it in the hopes I could pull him off with just my hand. I had become pretty skilled at that this past week.

On my right was Millhouse. He backed away from my hand when I reached for him as if I was going to play, “I got your nose” and pull it off of him. I wasn’t looking until I actually got the slab of meat in my hand. He couldn’t weigh more than 100lbs and at that moment I thought half of him was probably cock.

I had to look at his monster. “That belongs in a porno” I gasped as Sheldon turned my head back to his dick. I played with his dick, but felt I wasn’t doing it justice without two hands.

“What about us?” Chuck said, probably holding his dick in his hands waiting his turn.

“Can you put it between my big titties?” I said, although it probably sounded more like, “Carnf You Puttth tween my Bigth Titteesthsss” since my mouth was full of young cock.

“How about I put it in your pussy?”

I tried to protest. Honestly, journal you know I never lie to you. Okay, I have left out a few of the more embarrassing details of my life, but those are things I am not likely to ever forget. You know I am a good wife and I tried to obey my instructions but with five boys on me, I had little choice.

I felt Chuck mount me from behind and I tried to back off his dick, but Sheldon forced me forward choking me on his pecker. I continued to stroke Clint and Millhouse in as even a manner as I could so that I didn’t interrupt their orgasm as I wiggled my ass in an attempt to keep it from being part of their dirty little game.

Chuck only saw my resistance as teasing. He slapped me on the butt, not hard, just enough to let me know he was not going to stop. Then he put his cock into my pussy and began to pump.

Todd was the only one left without a hole or a hand.

“How am I going to get it in her with you behind her?” he asked Chuck.

I didn’t put up much of an objection as I kissed Sheldon’s cock and jerked off the other two guys. I am sure none of them felt like they were raping me since I was so willing. In my mind, I was telling myself I was being raped and I was orgasming at the loss of control.

“Double Penetration, dude.” Clint answered Todd while enjoying my hand job and massaging my back. They may have been virgins, but I soon discovered that they watched enough porn that when given a chance at the real thing they were ready to dive into the deep end of kink.

Todd didn’t understand him, and I was already tuning things out in a sweaty, panting lustful disgusting orgy.

“Chuck gets under her, she leans over the toilet, and you take her from behind.”

“Fuck her in the ass?” Todd asked

“Yes, pull my hair?” I offered meekly.

“What?” Todd asked me to speak up.

“Pull my hair Gabriel, fuck me from behind!!” I felt like a porno slut who was asking for a rough fucking.

“Am I Gabriel?” he asked.

“Yes, Gabriel, fuck me up my ass! Please….I want you to cum inside me.” I begged. I have to admit to being lost in the moment and this had gone well past the point of ‘just playing along with Sheldon’s game’.

“Am I Jon Finkel?” Millhouse asked, “Winner of the 2008 Pro Tour in Koala Lampur and..” he was about to list his statistics when I cut him off.

“If Jon Finkel has the biggest cock I have ever seen, then yes you are Jon Finkel.” I turned and hungrily gobbled his dick while shifting hands so that I could pull on Sheldon’s slippery dick with a free hand.

They each gave themselves names of famous Magic the Gathering players. That night I fucked Gabriel Nassif, Kai Budde, Jon Finkel, David Williams and Noah Boeken. I have no idea what those people look like in real life, but for those “seven minutes in heaven” that is who Sheldon’s friends were to me.

The internet has really changed sexuality for their generation. I can’t claim to have been the innocent victim just going along with it like a naked ragged doll. I don’t want to admit that I was coaxing them, encouraging them, stroking them, slurping them. I slurped balls, cocks, I think I even ate out someone’s asshole.

Okay, I don’t think. Yes, I did. The fat one put his ass in my face and I tickled his pink virgin butthole with the tip of my tongue. “Wicked Aunt Wendy!” I thought to myself, but in for a penny, in for a pound.

I let each of them get a piece of my pussy, and two of them shot their cum up my ass. I kept driving my pussy onto Millhouse’s dick in the hopes I could make him cum before it was his turn to take my ass. I felt like he was busting out my pussy and I could only imagine how truly wore out my asshole would look when I got done taking him from behind.

I slurped each cock after it had been inside of me, tasting my wet steamy juices without concern for what Chris and Bill would do when they find out. I was being a pig and letting my pent up sexual tensions out. I had been under discipline, fucking people because they wanted me to fuck them, sucking them, serving them, but right now I was fucking these boys because I wanted too.

It was hot, dirt on your knees from the tile floor, sweaty, grimy, bathroom stall sex and I was loving it.

Four of them had cum, and now they were nursing their dicks and some were pulling their pants back on. Millhouse was the lone holdout. He was under me while I bent over the toilet so that my ass could be fucked by someone.

His leg muscles weren’t very strong so I drove my body on his substantial pecker. “You are going to make some lady a wonderful husband, Millhouse.” I offered him my puckered lips to kiss his face and he backed away shyly.

I almost laughed remembering how he had hid behind his friends the night before. I could smell the musky smell of my wet pussy mixed with sweat and salty cum in the air. I reached out my hands to offer them to the boys if they wanted to go a second time while I finished Millhouse off.

I had lost track out of who had what inside of me and what hole - Fingers probing me when dicks were going soft because they had just pumped me full of hot semen.

They had been timid at first, even polite. By the end they had mauled my tits in their hands and pulled my hair, I think because I encouraged it. I even asked them to choke fuck me and the only reason they didn’t was probably because I didn’t explain it. I was beyond naughty, I was being a true cum pig and I can’t tell you why. I may have had a lapse in judgment, I may have had some pent up resentments and sexual energy from being controlled on a metaphorical leash, in a very sexualized environment.

I don’t know if I was in control. I think not. I think the boys were completely in control, but I wasn’t afraid. They could have put anything in any hole and I wouldn’t have complained. I took everything they could give and I asked for more.

I am sure it was much longer than 7 minutes we were in there. He not only had the largest cock I had ever seen face to face and had in my mouth, but he had the most endurance. He didn’t have any idea how to use it, but as satisfied as I was from the fucking I had received I was ready to wash these boys clothes by banging them on a rock and make them a sandwich, and bring them lemonade like a fully satisfied woman should.

“Do you want to put it up my Ass, Millhouse?”

“I wish you would call me Levi.” He sounded perturbed.

“Oh I am so Sorry, Levi, how about I call you Sir?” I remembered I was supposed to be submissive and not the aggressive cock hound I let myself become.

Then he shot his load into me. This was a full release of several table spoons of cum. He started to tighten under me and cover his eyes with hands. I thought he might even be crying. I rode his dick until the last of his cum was in my sopping wet pussy and said, “Thank You Levi” as I finally ground to a halt.

I felt like I had been on one of those rides at the fair that spin you around and around and then finally comes to a complete stop and you are left facing reality again. Scratch that, I felt like I WAS one of those rides and I had just let off my final passenger.

My hair was a sweaty mess and what little make up I had on was running down my face. I hadn’t had a raw and gritty sexual experience like this in my life.

I was just now starting to process that I should have some regrets about what I just did. I may have taken most of their virginities in a Barnes and Noble bathroom.

“I am ready for my swirlies now, Sir. Would you like me to assume the position and put my fingers up my asshole again?” I offered the punishment. Journal, I don’t want you to get the impression I am a glutton for punishment. I really was counting on the fact that I had given them a wonderful ride on the ‘Good Ship Wendypop’ and the fact that they were out of breath from cumming that they would give me a reprieve.

My theory that as soon as most men orgasm all their nasty, dirty thoughts leave their mind needs some examination when it comes to teenage boys. Clint still gasping for air as he clutched his needs nodded and twirled his finger for me to turn around and face the toilet.

“Yes Sir” I agreed sounding like the most pitiable creature in the world as they pulled up their pants.

I am not sure who shoved my head in the toilet first, but it was at that point I realized there were cigarette butts floating at the top of the water. I remember a sudden hard thrust on the back of my head and blowing bubbles out of my mouth in the yellow, tepid water as I screamed, “FLUSH FIRST”

They flushed as my head went down into the dirty toilet, and the water began to spin around my head as they submerged my entire face in the water.

I didn’t hear them come in, but as I was coming up for air from the swirly I could hear the boys I was with running out of the bathroom stall.

When I turned to look behind me, all I could say was “Oh, no!”