The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-Four
Wendy’s Journal: Is it wrong I want subtitles on my porn?

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Wendy’s journal from Wednesday approximately 8:30 pm from her perspective shortly after watching her daughter suck her son’s dick behind a motel. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $385
JAMIE: $345

I don’t want to call it ‘jealousy’ because that is not the right word. I know jealous people never admit it but I really have no problem with Chris getting his dick sucked and catered too – even worshipped by anyone.

I would say the feeling I was having while I watched my daughter on her knees as she sucked Chris’s cock was almost a question of fairness in my mind. She had just sucked him off in the cabana and rather than balance out things and have me do it the second time he was ready – he had her do it again.

I know that sounds like jealousy but I think it’s just that I’ve been all about splitting this equally and I am probably nitpicking a little to even think about it- instead of accepting it as the right of my ‘master’ to decide which of us will serve him.

It is still a little surreal to see Chris as my ‘master’ but that is what he has been for the last few weeks and I’ve needed him and his father to remind me that they both are still in charge to keep me from panicking and questioning what we are doing out here at this motel.

I will also be very honest – I think there is a humiliation to being ignored that goes without mention. I saw my daughter naked on her knees in the dirt behind the motel sucking Chris off and he was stroking her hair and then pulling it hard with all his attention on her.

Meanwhile - I stood there in position like chopped liver –totally naked with myself completely on display in the dark little alleyway but no one saw or paid attention. It might sound like vanity but futilely standing there like some off-stage extra in a porn video that doesn’t have a part in the scene was frustrating and at the same time it was intensely humiliating.

I can’t quite explain it, but it was the same feeling I had the other night when I stood with my feet spread and planted on the two chairs in our living room and the guys walked around with our neighbor as if I didn’t exist and I was background decoration.

I have pretty much shed all self-respect and dignity in the last few weeks I used to have – but I think there is something even MORE humiliating about the fact that while I stood there like an invisible voyeur watching in the shadows my nipples grew intensely hard and my pussy got wet.

I even had thoughts about admitting I had become turned on so that my son would punish me for being aroused by my treatment – but I was too embarrassed to admit it without being asked and I felt a little guilty – like maybe I was being a glutton for punishment.

When he finished cumming in Jamie’s mouth he had this look of exultant joy on his face like he had just reached nirvana anyway.

He hustled us back inside the cabana and allowed us to get dressed with some clothes he had bought at J-mart. There had been no shortage of slutty clothes for sale on the racks – in this area of town, that was what a lot of people wore as every day apparel – even the non-working girls.

Chris had made sure to find the skimpiest and sheerest outfits out of the leopard print stretchy pants and tube tops.

He chose a denim “Dora the Explora” mini-skirt for his sister that was obviously made for a thirteen year old. I say “Explora” because it was an off-brand made by some country with a pink outfit and brown face of the popular children’s show icon sewn onto the side of the skirt – a cheap knockoff.

Jamie is thin but even she had a tough time hiking it up around her waist and snapping it closed – on her it was a micro-mini-skirt and left her ass cheeks exposed.

He had her wear some impossible to buckle purple high heeled pumps but the centerpiece to tonight’s outfit was a half-top white t-shirt that said “I (Heart symbol) Black Cock” on the front of it.

You might be shocked that a retail store would sell a shirt with that on it – but there had been a whole row of them.

Which is why Chris had bought me one to match and had me put it on.

“Oh thank you Sir” I joked as I wiggled into the half-shirt.

“Do I detect sarcasm, slut? Are you not pleased with the NEW clothes your owners have sought fit to permit you to wear while you earn your keep for us?” Chris flinched his arm at me as if to smack me.

I stood ready for him to slap me and replied seriously “Oh I am so sorry Master if I came across as insincere, I love the shirt, thank you SO much”. I tried to sound deeply indebted to him for his generosity – such as it was.

“Why do you love it?” Chris asked probing me to elaborate.

“Well, because I love big black cock, naturally”. There was something about how I said that so seriously that made Jamie and him crack up with laughter. I smiled and stood there bottomless waiting to see what outfit he had picked out for me.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Bill sauntered into the cabin. He had been standing out in the night air while we got our makeup and outfits back in place. “You used to shop at Pier one and Bed Bath and Beyond. You would never set foot in anything less than a Target, much less a Wal-Mart or a K-Mart to spend our money. Now you have to have all your shopping at an imitation K-mart in the ghetto, how does that make you feel slut?”

“Like getting out and working, so that I can earn us more money, Sir?” I put my hands on my bare-hips as I gave him a wink. I knew this was all part of his establishing dominance and I was fine with it. I thought I could kid with him.

He slapped me hard across the face. “You think this is a joke, you cunt?”

“No Master, I am sorry if I..” he didn’t let me finish, he slapped me hard on the opposite side of my face forcing me to look in the opposite direction.

“You think I am being too rough? What if you get out there tonight and someone rapes you?” I was now unsure Bill wasn’t just giving me affirmations to prep me to walk the street.

“You cannot rape the willing, Sir.” I turned to look at him with love in my eyes- no anger for being struck.

“What if someone is beating you?” Bill sounded more concerned than angry when he heard my response.

“Then I will ask them if they want advanced lessons on delivering exquisite pain from my husband and son, because no one can beat me like you two can,” I replied sincerely. I know that people could have knives and guns out there but the other girls had told me that things like that almost never happened. A rapist was more interested in kidnapping an innocent girl and stood a better chance of being grabbed than we did. The most that was likely to happen is getting stiffed on payment or roughed up some.

Bill grabbed my nipples through the shirt and twisted hard. “You like being hurt, you sick bitch?”

“No Sir, but I accept it as..”I was about to deliver a good affirmation response when he cupped my twat and diddled me with his finger – catching me off guard.

He held it up and waved it under my nose “I think you get turned on by the adrenalin surge and the attention. The tuna fish smell on my finger tells the truth the lies coming from your mouth does not!”

I opened my mouth but said nothing in response.

He looked at me curiously and I replied “I was waiting for you to permit me to clean my cunt juice off your finger, Sir”.

He looked at me appraisingly for a long minute and then with eyes narrowed replied only “Good. You are ready.”

I said nothing – only opened my mouth wide and this time he obliged by inserting his juicy finger for me to lick off.

“You two get on your hands and knees, don’t use your fingers to pick them up – just your big, dick sucking mouths. You are to take those crusty condoms to Rahjid and two hundred dollars. You will be pleasing and considerate to your other Master, is that understood?”

Jamie and I both replied “Yes Sir” in unison but neither of them commented on how creepy it is we can answer with perfect timing as they usually did.

I got on all fours and looked up “May I have bottoms before I leave Sir?”

“No you may not; it is just a walk across the parking lot. You don’t think anyone in this motel hasn’t seen that big fat ass of yours yet have you?”

“You are right about that Sir, I don’t think anyone could have missed THIS ass” I wiggled it for him on all fours playfully – to let him know I wasn’t being hurt by his barbs even though some of them stung.

I would not say I have ‘OCD’ but I could probably be called a perfectionist. When I was a project manager at work I used to agonize over every one of equal position on a team, having an equal distribution of the work. I would do careful analysis to make sure everyone was carrying the same load and shift things accordingly. I think there is something in my brain that fires off a red flare if I detect an unbalance like I did with Jamie sucking Chris’s cock twice. Now I was being expected to cross the parking lot (admittedly I had done it many times in the dark) without bottoms but Jamie got to wear hers?

I was probably being silly- I said nothing about it. The tight skirt she had on was humiliating and probably cutting off her circulation around her waist a little.

“You are lucky I let you cover those fake milk jugs of yours, since when do you deserve any dignity or privacy? Now gobble those used condoms – that’s it, fill your entire mouth” he egged us on to try to cram as many of the cummy, latex condoms into our mouth as we could. He made us keep at it until we had almost ten each in our mouths.

Then he had us look up and ‘smile’ so he could take a picture of us with them hanging out of our mouth on his cell phone. I had noticed him texting furiously earlier – I wondered if he kept a journal like me? That doesn’t seem like Bill.

“If you are happy and you know it, smack your mom’s ass” Chris paddled my ass cheeks with the palms of hands like he was playing the bongos as he sang the words with intense humor.

He flicked the crystal on my ‘passport’ butt plug between my ass cheeks and added “Tonight, neither of you are allowed to touch the butt plug with your hands. You must ask the trick to take it out if he wants to fuck your ass, and put it back in when you are done. If he doesn’t, then you will bring it home in your mouth or shoved up your twat if that is where he puts it, got it?”

“Yes Sir”, I had asked them to suspend the prior formal rules until we got through the financial crises we were in – but I hadn’t expected them to create new ones.

“Your mom needs consequences for her misbehavior. She needs targets and goals to meet our expectations and she needs to know what exceeds our expectations so she can be rewarded appropriately, Chris” Bill explained in one sentence the basis of our pay for performance plan at work. That is somewhat surprising since in the years I was a Senior Vice President I had never managed to get it down to under a single power point slide to save my life. There was so much to establishing benchmarks and achievable targets that I could never say it quite that simply. I had to give him credit – that was very succinct.

Bill held up a lead weight – it was shaped like a diamond and fit in the palm of his hands. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I didn’t waste our money on buying more supplies. This is my old fishing gear from Rahjid’s storage bin. It is a sinker; I used to use it on fishing lures.”

Bill opened a small tackle box and showed us his lures and lead sinkers while we remained on all fours with the condoms dripping back down our throats as we clenched them in our mouths.

“I used to be quite the fisherman in my younger days; now I am going to use this tackle box to hook a different kind of fish. When you get back, I am going to explain our new little system to tell who has been naughty or nice, I hope you cunts appreciate that ingenuity that goes into coming up with all this?”

We both mumbled our thanks through the latex stuffed into our mouths and with that Chris spanked my ass one more time like bongos and sang “If your Mom is a big fucking whore, slap her ass” to the tune of ‘if you are happy and you know it’. I almost crawled out the cabana before realizing we were permitted to walk.

Jamie and I crossed the darkened parking lot briskly. The shoes we had on were made to strut your stuff and we had to glide and wiggle our asses just to walk in them but I made no secret that if I could have run I would have jogged on over to Rahjid’s window from our Cabana.

A car honked it’s horn at me, and a man inside rolled down his window. He had been sitting out in the parking lot waiting for one of the girls. I waved at him and he noticed with a grin that I was completely bottomless.

“Working?” he asked with a grin.

I had a mouthful of condoms – so all I could manage was to hold up a finger for him to wait. He answered “No problem, I’ve got all the time in the world,” and waved me off. I nodded appreciatively as we glided over to Rahjid’s window.

“Hello, my favorite filthy whores, you have taken a long time. I hope the outcome was profitable to me.” He said from behind the glass in his thick Indian accent.

Jamie was the first to spit out the condoms on to the stainless steel divider where payment is exchanged and I followed suit.

“Shukriyaa (Bahut dhanyavaad)!” Rahjid’s normally flat and dour expression was replaced by excitement as he saw the number of spent condoms. “You have been so busy, very good little whores!” his eyes lit up when we each placed a hundred dollar bill on his counter.

“I have spoken to your husband about the payment and this is okay, but do not get creative and set up the gang bangs yourselves. This was a onetime thing, okay?” Rahjid was talking to us like we were children who were allowed to stay up past our bed time but reminding us not to get used to it.

“Yes Master,” I answered and noticed Jamie looking at me like I just flushed her gold fish down the toilet. “Rahjid is one of our owners just like your father and brother,” I reminded her instantly realizing what she was probably giving me the stink eye about.

“You are right Cow-tits, thank you Master” I knew my dutiful daughter well enough that she was trying out how it sounded to call him Master and she didn’t like it- Rahjid for his part was completely oblivious to the subtext of our discussion.

“How are the sacred needles feeling on you now?” Rahjid asked me with surprisingly sincere concern in his voice.

I had honestly forgotten he had inserted three inch long needles in my body earlier, I hadn’t even bled. I admitted I had gotten used to them to my “Master”.

“You may have some redeemable qualities yet,” his normally flat expression changed to one of pride. “This is why Devi-Das must bear hundreds of them and in the most sensitive and private of places. You are too valuable a whore to engage in a spiritual journey to rid yourself of the evil sins you commit daily, but I believe you should ask your husband to let you leave them in,” he advised.

“I could take them out Master?” I was suddenly now aware of the ten needles once again now that he had mentioned them to me.

“Do or do not do, but don’t keep lollygagging, there is a gentlemen in the Lincoln Continental that has been waiting fifteen minutes. The other whores are taking their time to report for work, you two are all that is available right now, so go now, make money!” Rahjid shooed us away from his window and returned to whatever it was he did in his office all night.

We turned to walk away and Jamie mocked Rahjid under her breath “Do or doo-doo, do you do Mountain Dew?” she giggled a hilarious imitation of his accent that only we could hear in those rigid cadence like Apu the shopkeeper from the Simpsons but in her sweet voice.

I knew I had better wait to be given permission – and Rahjid hadn’t really given me permission to remove the needles myself.

“Your Dad wants to tell us something important, but I already had that guy wait, do you think I should turn a trick real fast or return to your father as ordered?” I asked Jamie while we shared a little humor. Gallows humor had been one mechanism to cope with all of this and I laughed now whenever I had the opportunity – something I had never taken the time to do back in my nine to five life as a Senior Vice President, project manager and mother hen at home before all this happened.

“I think Dad will punish you either way,” She laughed easily like someone who was in the same boat. “If you don’t try to earn money whenever you can you will be punished for not being a good enough whore. If you don’t obey your Masters you’ll be punished for that,” she giggled at the no-win situation.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t – the story of my life.

“So what should I do then?” I asked as I found myself making one of her duck-face expressions without thinking about it.

“Do I look like your Master? I am just a dumb slut like you. If you are going to get punished either way, you may as well just do what you want.” She had a breezy acceptance of our situation and in the cool night air her blonde hair gently wafted behind her as we walked over to where his car was on the way to the cabana.

“You are right; I’ll ask him to wait. He said he had all the time in the world, after all. I am really curious to hear what your father has in store for us,” that was no lie.

Jamie went on ahead to the cabana after waving at the man and I bent into the window of the passenger side of his car. I was not sure if her casual acceptance of our situation was reassuring or scary - but she actually skipped on a head as if she were completely carefree.

“You don’t have any bottoms on at all?” He had dark hair and was about my husband’s build and hair style.

“No sir, does that turn you on?” I could see that it did and I smiled at him.

“Yeah, it’s kind of hot. It is sort of like you are so down to fuck, you aren’t even bothering to waste time getting fully dressed. Hop in!” he invited me into his car.

I bit my lip “Actually, I have to have a meeting with my bosses, you said you had plenty of time, do you mind if I come back in a few minutes?”

He seemed skeptical and looked at the cabana I came out of as if he were assessing it for hidden cameras and undercover cops.

I licked my lips “I promise, I will make it worth your while,” I blew him a kiss and laid on the charm.

“I just want a quick BJ and I am out, come on.” He became impatient.

“Please sir, just wait for me?” I had already reached the conclusion I needed to return to Bill and Chris and I walked away from the car and towards the cabana.

“What took you so long, fish lips?” Bill had his arms folded and an angry expression on his face. Jamie was already naked again and standing with her arms raised over her head in a spread eagle position.

I removed my shirt and joined her without being told while answer “A john outside had wanted to set up a date with me, but I told him to wait, Sir”

“You tell customers to wait? You ASK them to wait” he lashed my ass with his belt to add impact to his lesson.

“Yes Sir, sorry that is what I meant. I did ask him to wait, I did..” I bleated as my husband whipped my ass red with his belt a few more times and my son watched with a smirk. To my credit – I stood with my arms over my head and didn’t step out of position.

“I don’t know when you are lying to tell me what I want to hear, or when you are telling the truth, is being a whore teaching you how to manipulate men?” Bill’s question hurt my feelings. It wasn’t in the ‘You have a big fat ass’ or ‘Your pussy smells like tuna’ kind of put-downs that I had grown used too. It wasn’t in calling me a ‘Cunt’ which would set me off but now I’ve grown to accept.

It was in the implication that I had some hidden agenda and was hoping to become man-eating, conniving grafter who conned her way from man to man. “I am not sure how to answer that Master, if I say it isn’t, you would say I am lying.”

“You understand Chris and I are going to double-up our scrutiny over you and Ass-face here? We don’t want you to slack or grow to be lazy and manipulative whores like the women you are working with.” Bill’s statement of his intent was an implied question.

“Yes Master, I appreciate your discipline and asked you to continue it on me,” I didn’t feel comfortable speaking for Jamie –even though I knew that she would follow suit with my decision. I knew Bill was leading to something by bringing this up.

“We just wanted to make sure before you two continue. Ass-face, do you accept your brother’s and my rules?” Bill asked his daughter.

“I don’t know what the rules really are anymore, but I think so Master.” Jamie was nothing less than absolutely honest. I noticed Bill had not said he suspected her of becoming manipulative and secretive like he had just said to me.

“That is a good point, and at your mother’s insistence we dropped our star system,” Bill made it sound like I had demanded we drop the previous rules. “I agreed because we are all in really deep shit as a family. We are losing the house, she lost her job and we are knee-deep in debt.”

I had remembered it more like as a family we decided to suspend the rules. At first we continued the discipline in order to make enough just for the trip to his internet user’s forum and we would then finish our obligation. With the bombshell that landed on us about losing the house today we agreed to continue the discipline to motivate us to focus on earning enough money to get a roof over our heads. I felt if the discipline stopped I would not have the courage to continue whoring – it was almost as if I had to feel obligated to do it in order to accept being a whore. I kind of needed it in order to submit to this – it was hard for me to explain even to myself.

Bill must have noticed I was thinking that from the look on my face. “You look like you have something to add, whore?”

“No Master, please continue.” I answered obediently.

“Keep reaching for the ceiling with your hands over your head, I want your full attention,” Bill smacked my left boob and let it flop and jiggle. He was serious even if Chris was smirking like a cat who just ate the pet canary.

“You two cunts need rules. I thought about just re-implementing Bill’s Bill, after all, it was you who introduced me to the Taylor Women’s Declaration of Independence, do you remember that one Cow-tits?”

How could I forget? I nodded and agreed I did.

“I can’t hear you; tell me about the declaration of independence? Are you embarrassed of making Chris and I sign it?” He slapped my other tit – at least there was some symmetry in my punishment – equal slapping of my boobs.

“We,” I started out but realized that it wasn’t Jamie’s idea and stopped myself before including her in my response. “I wrote our Declaration of Independence because I was tired of how things were and I wanted to send you a wakeup call, Master. I wish I had not.”

“Oh do you? Then why did you kick us out of the house, and in order for us to come back from THIS VERY MOTEL, did you and your little minion here insist we bow to your whims and be emasculated every day as your naked slaves to be open to scorn and ridicule as your bitch-boys?” He slapped the same tit – so much for balancing the pain.

“I am sorry I did that to you Sir, I am sorry I involved Jamie, and I am sorry that I let things get out of hand, Master!” I truly was sorry and I felt my voice crack just a little.

“Oh She is sorry?” Bill looked at Chris with a look of incredulous disbelief. “You and I had belts tied around our nuts and jerked off several times a day in mason jars together. We had our asses paddled while you two laughed at us on the treadmill and made us run around for your amusement, but she is sorry.” He clearly didn’t forgive me or accept my apology.

Chris said “Well, it was kind of fun, I don’t mind it.”

I found myself smiling that he at least forgave me.

“I mean, if my sister hadn’t leant me to Cathy Griffin and made me moo like a cow and stick light bulbs up my ass all day while she humiliated me - I would never have been able to boss the two of these sluts around when it was their turn,” Chris laughed at the ironic turn of the tables. “It seems like a fair trade to me.”

I stopped smiling – he had snuck in a little gut punch to my ego in the subtext of his answer.

“Do you two agree, has this been a fair trade? Or have we been too hard on you? Extended our rule over you for too long?” Bill seemed to be asking me.

“It has been a fair trade, because it was my fault for starting this, and putting you both through it. I regret writing the Taylor women’s Declaration of Independence. Where my discipline was focused on controlling and cuckolding you as men, yours is different – because it focuses on the shortcomings of women.”

“Ass Face, has it been a fair trade?”

“You have been awful to me, made me stop being a cheerleader, give up any dignity I had, ruined my reputation at school, spanked me and made me do gross and disgusting things for weeks,” Jamie sounded very serious. Then she added “but yeah, it’s been fair. I think as a family, we’ve learned so much about what we are willing to do to stay together and to be a family and what is important. I think I should be thanking you.”

“Awwww,” Bill mocked her surprisingly bright outlook of turning lemons into lemonade. “You may want to wait to hear about our new rules, before you go thanking me and your brother so quickly.” I had a feeling though Jamie the eternal optimist would still find the silver lining no matter what it was – as long as we faced it together.

“Some of our Spanish words washed off your chest,” Bill held my boobs apart to observe the handiwork he and Chris left written on my chest in sharpie. He asked Chris to take out his cell phone and record what happened next.

“You two cunts agree that Taylor men rule and Taylor women drool?” Bill asked us and in unison we both agreed.

“That you were completely wrong to have tried to make us obey you like little bitch boys?” and once again we gave him a crisp yes sir.

“That your treatment while harsh has been fair?” and without hesitation we both answered Yes Sir. I had begun to wonder where he was going with this.

“You agree to be our whores, not just because you did us wrong, but because it is your place to serve, suck, fuck and be amusing sluts to your betters?” Bill asked and I hesitated just a second to wait for him to put some sort of end date on the question. He smacked my butt hard with his belt and asked “Thinking?”

“yes sir, I agree but forever?” I asked despite a growing desire to bring down my tired arms and rub my rosy red ass cheeks.

“I am glad you asked that question; we need money to survive but we will always need money to survive. Are you both willing to serve as obedient whores forever?” Bill asked with a very serious face.

I looked at Jamie wondering what she would say.

“I didn’t think so; you two cunts DO want the ability to be set free from your obligations, despite your just now saying we are your betters. Once you get set free you think you will be our equals again?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I had been thinking about a lot of things recently – but I had not been thinking about that. “I don’t know that we will ever be able to go back to how it was before, Master. The kids are almost grown and will be starting their own lives anyway?” which was true – we only had so few years left before they would be on their own as adults.

“Mom, you are saying you won’t fall on your knees and suck my dick when I come home from college?” Chris’s expression was definitely kidding but there was a hint of serious to his question.

“I hadn’t thought things out that long term, my concern has been how we would pay our bills and getting your father to the internet user’s forum, would you want that to be our relationship Sir?” I asked him seriously – which dampened his big smile. It was clear he hadn’t really thought it out that far either.

“You suck cock really well. I would want to come home and see how you compare to all that young college poon tang I will be getting,” it was interesting to hear Chris talk about his future and college. A few weeks ago he could only think about when the next Star Wars episode was coming on Cartoon Network and making farting noises while he played computer games.

“Here is our proposal, first you are our whores without question until next weekend. There is no ifs, and or butts, agreed?” Bill asked me. He could tell from my hesitation that I wanted to hear the entire offer before agreeing in parts so he continued.

“You will each get the weight of your failures attached to you,” he held up one of his lead sinkers. I had some of the heavier spiked weights he bought at the bondage shop and knew they could be really painful over time. “You know how Jacob Marley carried around the chains of his misdeeds in the afterlife in that story about Ebenezer Scrooge?”

“A Christmas Carol, Dad” Chris was being helpful and Bill nodded his head.

“You two will have regular performance reviews several times a day. Instead of just affirmations where we do all the work, you will go over how you performed. This is not just about money, but obviously that is one factor. We need money, but it is how you earned it – if the discipline we are offering kept you humble, subservient and considerate.” Bill said.

“In Yo Place, BITCHES!” Chris through up two gangster peace signs jokingly but his Dad gave him a warning look to be serious.

“At those performance reviews you will be reviewed, graded, judged on different elements of the virtues of a good whore, do you remember what those were?”

Jamie recited the abbreviation they had made us recite so frequently for the principles of her father's rules based on W.H.O.R.E. He liked to use mnemonics to make things easy to remember - It certainly did work.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, that is exactly right, but I want to add to those principles since you are such advanced whores. You will learn a new word – SHIT. It is simple, there are only four letters you must now focus on that you’ve mastered those core principles of submission. You have come most of the way, and now you just have to go through DEEP SHIT, and you are done with all of this shit.” He laughed.

S. –Sexuality. You are to fuck, suck, lick, tongue, rim, nibble, nuzzle, kiss, rub, massage, anyone or anything we say, how we say, when we say, and for whatever amount of money we say – that includes Roscoe.

H- Humorous. You must make Chris and I laugh with your pathetic antics, the way you do in white alert situations and by oinking and wallowing in your piggyness. If we are to get something out of this besides fucking you – it is that.

I - Impressive. You must each compete with each other daily to impress us. Who is the bigger slut? Who is better at sucking dicks? Who can hold the most cum in her mouth the longest. You will both be graded in competition with one another. You don’t have to just perform and perform well any more – you have to outperform EACH other. A little friendly competition.

T- Training – you must continue your education in discipline. You must sleep bound up to avoid getting into mischief, accept our punishments and consequences and defer to our wisdom. You eat, shit, walk, talk the way you have been taught for the duration of your commitment – That includes at the internet user’s forum unless I give you express permission to pretend to be a trophy wife and over-achieving cheerleader.

“I want you to treat this like fucking American Idol, and I am that Simon Cowell and Chris is Randy Jackson!” Bill said as he explained his new paradigm to us.

“A little bitchy, dog, a little bitchy” Chris did an impression of the American idol judge whose singing critique usually involves saying they are ‘pitchy’.

My first thought was going back to Roscoe. Jamie had managed to avoid that little tale about our family pet. I wanted to ask about that – but given the look on Jamie’s face I knew that she has had sex with him. I could only wonder how and why at this point.

“You two have graduated into being real W.H.O.R.E’s. I don’t think you’ve earned all the stars you would have earned by now, but I am giving you a promotion. This is a whole new phase, and now you are going to learn S.H.I.T”. I don’t want to see you hesitate to obey us, but I do want you to learn why you are doing what you are doing. I am not kidding when I call this a competition between you. I want you to have to work hard, and the only real measuring stick to set the bar – is for each of you to continually raise it on each other.

I said nothing – I waited to be asked a question.

“At the end of your performance appraisal, we are going to either attach a weight to your cunt, your nipples or any place we can hang one if you failed. If you did well, you may not get another weight and if you did exceedingly well you will get your weight removed.”

Chris held up a finger to add “IF in the category of impress, you managed to totally outdo the other one, one of your weights might be added to her instead.”

“Yes, that’s right” I wasn’t sure if Bill liked that idea and just agreed to it or he had been planning that all along because of how seamless they were working together.

“May I ask how we would whore if we have weights dangling off of us, Master?” I asked. In response I received a hard slap across the face and told to wait until he had finished explaining the deal – which was fair. I should have waited.

“You will still also receive the same consequences we used previously when you fuck up. You will get assigned corrections for day to day disciplines, infractions will be drawn from the fish bowl when we bring it to the cabana and serious fuck ups will be dealt with as Judgments on a case by case basis and only Chris and I can give those out.”

“Did you want to ask a question, I thought I heard you sigh Cow-tits?” Bill demanded of me.

I shook my head no and answered obediently that I didn’t.

He smiled and continued explaining “If you two twats have no weights on you at midnight next Sunday, then you are going to be permitted to graduate out of Shit. We should have enough money by then to get a new place and start looking for regular jobs and Jamie can return to school because her suspension is up. If you still have weights, however then you serve until you have no weights and you do it well.”

“When you graduate this program you will be allowed to pick out your own clothes, but I will tell you we really only have the slut clothes we bought you – so you have to make do with what you have. That means most likely there are no panties or bras in your futures for a while.” He laughed at that thought. I’d gone commando for so long I was going to wonder what it feels like to be strapped into a bra when I finally got to wear one again.

“Jamie will get her room back, and be allowed to sleep in a bed, eat at the table, and pick out her own food. You will both be allowed to stop calling us Master, but you are welcome to continue if you want to show proper respect.” He eyed us. He had not explicitly mentioned my sleeping and eating arrangements yet.

“I would like you to continue to share my bed, and not fuck strangers or be whored out after you graduate.” He looked at me intently waiting for a nod but I just continued listening.

“Chris and I discussed it and he would like you to share his bed every other night, and suck his dick any time he wants at home. We would like you to ask us permission to shit and continue to eat scraps we throw you off the floor in the nude of course.”

There was a long quiet while he waited for my reaction.

“Really?” was all I could say.

“No, I am just bullshitting you. You would have the same rules as Jamie. You will just be respectful, not pushy, not controlling, and not try to change us.”

I smiled that he had really managed to make my heart almost beat out of my chest that he was serious. I have probably been putting off really picturing what our relationship is going to be after all this ends – a part of me was already envisioning continuing to be husband’s slave.

My husband’s belt cracked across my breasts and got my immediate attention focused on him. “Are you ready to learn how to deal with the weights when you are whoring, you pig?” he snarled.

“Yes Master,” I swallowed and asked nervously.

“Suffer,” he laughed and added “Other than your butt plugs, your holes are going to be wide open. The weights will be there to remind you of your place but not prevent dicks from getting in. If they pay for the ass, they can remove the butt plug and put it back when they are done and you’ve cleaned them of course. They are NOT to remove your weights.” Bill instructed.

“You will be responsible if the weights pop off, you are to return to us so we can add that weight and one more after we decide the appropriate level of punishment.” Chris chimed in.

“Won’t people ask why we have them on, Sir?” Jamie bit her lip asking – no doubt expecting a crack across the face for asking. Bill didn’t strike her like he did me for asking – Was I just being nit-picky about equal treatment?

I didn’t want Jamie to be slapped across the face for asking questions. I felt guilty for even thinking about that.

“You will pull a card from what you learned under white alert. You will say that you are being reminded of all your shortcomings, and that you asked to be corrected by your owners. You will be permitted to say they are heavy and uncomfortable but that you deserve it for being such a stupid slut. Do you understand, my little cunt-brat?” Bill explained and Jamie answered obediently that she did.

“I want you to question our decisions and understand what we are doing here,” he held his finger under Jamie’s chin to look into her eyes. “However, if you question or doubt or hesitate to carry my orders once you do understand, then you understand whore that not only will I not hesitate to punish that sweet precious ass of yours, but I will add a weight from your mother’s cunt or out of my tackle box. This is a completion ladies – you can do the minimum to get by and just follow orders or you can impress us.”

“Dad, I have a question,” Chris raised his finger.

“Sure, we are partners in all this, go right ahead Son.” Bill seemed a little stunned Chris felt he had to get permission to ask. I remember when we showed him the ‘Taylor Women’s Declaration of Independence’ he could barely be asked to glance at it and now he was so engaged.

“My battery is low on my camera, are you two going to whore your asses off every chance we give you for the next week and continue on as long as you wear the weights?” he asked us.

“Yes Sir,” we both looked at each other and answered somewhat hesitantly.

“Are you going to argue and huff and puff if you think we added a weight unfairly and didn’t remove it if you were really kissing our asses and doing everything we said but we STILL felt it was not good enough?” Chris asked while holding the camera up in front of us.

I wasn’t sure when I had huffed and puffed – at least not since the first few days before we agreed to submit to this but I wasn’t going to argue that point and ironically prove that I would argue points.

“No Sir,” we were a little more in synch that time.

“Are you two going to be really good sports and make this a real contest, really give it everything you can and see who is the best dick sucking, ass licking, ball cuddling, slut between the two of you?” Chris was smiling hopefully.

“Yes Sir, but what if we are really good all week and then on Sunday, we still don’t have enough money?” Jamie’s voice almost reverted to baby talk as she asked for reassurance about the new rule system’s possible flaws.

“Then you weren’t good all week, were you, you little whore? You should have been sucking more dicks and we should have been on your ass like white on rice to squeeze every fucking cent you can out of this job of yours!” Bill answered sharply adding “You have one job out there, please the men who want to fuck you. It is really simple, can you do that?”

“Yes Sir, I can,” Jamie seemed oddly doubtful – as if she was unsure of herself. That was unusual for the eternal optimist, but if Bill or Chris noticed, they said nothing. It might have just been me hearing subtext that I was feeling myself.

“So it is agreed then, you have your light at the end of the table, but rest assured I love you both!” Bill said and then quickly added “But I love blistering your asses more!” and he gave us both a belt to the ass to prove it.

“We love you too Sir!” I was surprised that my daughter and I answered in unison on that one while Bill was in the process of delivering his belt leather no less.

I began to wonder if I would ever live down any of the things I did this week and what it would be like to try to return to normalcy around the house when this was done. Then I realized there was NO house when this is done and therefore there was NO normalcy.

I decided it might be best if I just stayed focused on what I had to do over the next week and didn’t try to think too hard about that whore tattoo across my ass and the month I had trained as someone’s sex slave – my son and husbands!

“You two haven’t done enough to be evaluated yet, but I vote we add a sinker to your mom before she leaves. She was late getting here, and that slick clit of hers looks lonely with just a little ring in it.” Bill asked Chris his thoughts.

“Yeah, I agree” Chris rubbed a finger across Jamie’s slit and said “But she is awful wet too, I guess just excited to get out there and start whoring for that almighty dollar, huh Sis?”

Jamie gave him a slightly sour expression – but also a sweet and fun wink that she did when he teased her.

“Sir, I accept the weight and agree I should have to wear it,” I was quick to say.

“Here comes one of your mother’s infamous buts,” Bill folded his arms – he knew me too well. Chris was already tying a short length of fishing line and a sinker to my clit ring – it was small and dangled just on my clit itself – not even a quarter of a pound.

“Bigger than her buffalo butt?” Chris reached behind and made my ass cheeks quiver with a mighty but playful slap.

“But,” I cleared my throat “Master Rahjid told me I could ask if I can remove the needles from my punishment earlier.”

“Oh, you are off to a great start, you were just told the new principles of S.H.I.T,” Bill was disappointed.

“I was going to ask to continue to wear them if it pleases you, I am not bleeding at all from them or anything,” I remained contrite.

“Do they hurt though?” Chris asked me candidly.

“Not any more, No Master,” I smiled at him sweetly.

“Then why would I want you to wear them? I’d rather stick needles in your butt that hurt. Pull them out, get dressed, and get the fuck out on the streets and start sucking cocks!”

“Yes Master,” I answered right away as they dismissed us to dress. Jamie squeezed into her skirt and shook on her top and was out the door before I had my third needle out. They hurt much worse coming out as I pulled up the skin and had to bring out the sharp end of the needle through both holes – the entry and exit.

“Stop fiddle fucking around and trying to stall,” Bill pulled a few out around my breasts hard and they jabbed me hard making me gasp with pain and my eyes water. I suddenly had a new appreciation for Rahjid’s practiced hand as I removed the ten needles from my body. I sneezed as if someone had plucked out a delicate nose hair when I removed one from my pussy and I almost cried. “Aye-yi-yi, well hopefully that guy in the Lincoln is still out there, thank you Sirs for this, I’ll return the needles to Master Rahjid”. I thanked my son and husband and walked out into the night air to start whoring for both of them.