The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-Six
Wendy’s Journal: I would offer moral support but I have very questionable morals

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Wendy’s journal from Wednesday approximately 8:45 pm from her perspective. The events take place after her husband introduces her to the S.H.I.T system. 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: $535

I was wearing a slit skirt, fuck me heels and a half-top that said “I love black cock”. I couldn’t have looked more like a slut if I had tried. The needles my husband and son had removed from me hurt worse the way they pulled them out than they had going in my body and I was throbbing all over.

I was also strangely aroused.

I know in part because of all the blood pumping in my chest due to the induced lactation. I think it elevates my heart rate or my estrogen or something – and it’s been fucking with my perspective on things.

I would have to question if I had just signed up my daughter and myself for an agonizing week of fucking, humiliation and pain for all the right reasons at a later date.

Right now I had to get back to the guy in the Lincoln Continental who had been kind enough to wait for me to get my new ‘rules’ such as they were. The S.H.I.T system – somehow I felt Chris may have come up with that acronym and that Bill was the one to fill in the details and try to make it work - It sounded like it started out as a joke and that had Chris written all over it.

The guy was gone – no doubt snagged by my competition out here. Ronnie, Doris and Maya were already out working now. I would have to compete not only with them but my own hot little daughter who was going to do her level best to outperform me.

If there was one thing I was sure of about Jamie – it was that she was at her core the type of teacher’s pet who always goes for extra credit even when she has straight A’s and that was going to apply to her in college, her work, and her life in every aspect, even in our current situation where we are whoring ourselves out.

In almost forty years of living I can say that I used to be exactly like that and still am in a way. I am just a little bit more of a realist about sweating the small stuff now than I was when I was her age. I have learned to let the small things go.

Having weights hung from my clit – is not small stuff though and I had better find another customer and fast.

I saw Jamie was already walking in one direction – so I headed off in the opposite direction.

I could feel the small lead weight as it dangled from my clit at every step. It was tugging and pulling down while swinging from side to side into my thighs. A constant reminder that I was already one down on my husband’s shit list from where Jamie was.

She and I are very competitive, but I wanted to avoid at all costs being a living Jacob Marley carrying the weight of all my transgressions around with me like the Ghost of Christmas Past and I’m quite sure that Jamie feels the same way so I am going to really have to get creative.

I probably shouldn’t get too wrapped up in trying to think about where this little game of my husband’s creation is going to go. I just know there is no way I can let my daughter continue as a slave and not be one too. I might feel differently in another week – I know I feel differently about a lot of things since this all started a few weeks ago. Things I would have never considered a remote possibility of ever doing with force, let alone voluntarily are now so common place that it’s going to be hard to keep upping the game like Master Bill and Master Chris want.

Jamie had agreed to the terms of this rather easily. Had she been waiting for me to make my usual demands for clarification and checks and balances in the men’s authority?

I was so busy thinking I almost missed my son’s whistle for me to walk back over to where he was.

“Hustle turd-bait, I want to see those tits bounce when you run!” He yelled across the parking lot and I grinned but ran to where they were.

“Go inside, get naked on all fours and start playing with yourself to get your juices worked up. I feel like fucking you Mom.” Chris said right in front of his father as if this were totally normal.

“Should I remove my passport, Master?” I was very surprised by this order. I had just seen my daughter suck him off twice to completion and he was ready for a third? He was going to make a girl very happy someday.

He had never actually fucked me. This would be the first time. I’ve sat on his lap and he has touched me, played with me, I’ve licked him everywhere but this is a new one for us.

“You sound kind of eager, cow tits” Bill noticed that my tone had come across a bit eager and there was some scorn in his voice over it.

“I am always eager to please my Masters, will you please fuck me too Sir?” I was a little embarrassed that Bill had picked up on my tone and wondered if there was something more to my wanting my son to actually fuck me than there was. In truth – I had no idea.

“No, leave the passport up your ass. You aren’t to touch it. Men can dig it out of your ass if they want to see that mud flap of yours, now get inside before I change my mind, bitch.” Chris’s comedic tone was missing. There was a ‘let’s get this over with’ tone to his voice that surprised me.

Maybe I was reading too much into it – but I hustled inside and quickly stripped and got on all fours. I began to play with myself as instructed. I rarely ever masturbated before this all began and if I did it was with lit candles in the bath-tub surrounded by pleasing scents and soft light- It was not on the disgusting floor of a cheap motel and in this position.

However, I had learned in the last few weeks to take my pleasures where I can. I had been ordered to masturbate and by god I was going to pleasure myself as much as possible and in only ways I know how to do it. I stroked around my clit and tugged the tiny string that held the weight in my fingers. I was able to use its weight to stimulate myself.

What was taking Chris so long?

I didn’t mind fucking him – it was his right after all and I would say that a big part of me was kind of flattered.

However, he was cutting into my money making time and Jamie was out there earning – so she would have an unfair advantage.

It was however his right to make me wait and I had definitely learned some measure of patience that I didn’t have before this began. A few weeks ago- if I could eat it, buy it or read it in 30 seconds or less then I wasn’t interested.

Now, I was waiting for his whim and I would learn to amuse myself in the silence by playing with my pussy and tapping on my butt plug until I had a subtle orgasm. It wasn’t like Jamie’s flip-flopping around – mine was like a gentle rain on a cloudy day. It washed over me in a way that eased my mind and made me think of nothing but comfort and sensuality.

I lost track of time.

The door opened and I didn’t even look up. “I am ready Master,” I continued to finger myself.

My son and husband both walked in and said nothing. They started to undress while I continued to finger myself.

“Are you both going to fuck me?” I asked while in the midst of my own private pleasure garden.

They said nothing as they stepped of their clothes.

I heard a knock on the door. It was probably Jamie with a trick – I was so relaxed that I wasn’t alarmed in the least. I assumed they would either tell her to fuck him somewhere else or let him come in and do it right next to me. I didn’t really care which.

“Oh Mr. Dragovich from school, this is a little unexpected.” My husband had his undershirt and pants on as he talked to someone on the other side of the screen door.

I could tell he said “From school” as a hint to me that maybe I should stop playing with myself. I didn’t though – I hadn’t been told to stop and I was actually enjoying myself.

“Mr. Taylor, it is nice to see you. I just wondered if you knew your daughter was walking the streets tonight?” I could hear the voice on the other side of the door and began to sober up from the passion I had fallen into. I looked at Chris for permission to stop but he shook his head no.

“No?” Bill’s voice of mock surprise at that little revelation made Chris and I laugh a little. Chris was already putting his pants back on but he hadn’t let me stop fingering myself.

“Oh, Chris Taylor, you are here too.” The man on the other side of the door was not surprised at all to see Chris.

“Is this whore giving you any trouble?” Chris joked about his sister. I couldn’t see her from where I was on the floor but it was fairly obvious.

“You Taylor’s are certainly one of the most unusual families I have at Cherry Lawn,” Dragovich laughed.

I wondered who was more unusual than us and how? There had been scandals of indiscretion and swingers in our communities and while I think the Griffins and Millers might be freaky, and the Waxermans are their own kind of strange – surely we are at least in the top three most unusual families? I quietly laughed at my own joke.

“What exactly are you doing out here? Khal Drogo,” Chris showed contempt for Mr. Dragovich. I wasn’t sure who Khal Drogo was – probably some character from a video game.

“What I am doing out here is none of your business, Chris.” Mr. Dragovich explained defensively. I was playing with myself by fingering around my clit and stroking my lips but I was more intent on listening to this conversation than getting off now.

“I think it is my business, I don’t imagine you drove all the way out here for a sale at J-Mart did you?” Chris wasn’t being very subtle that he thought the man was out here to find a hooker.

“Chris, I am concerned about your sister. Jamie you don’t have to behave like this,” Mr. Dragovich was obviously addressing my behavior. Oh yes she DID have to behave this way – after all, I had just agreed for both of us that we did.

“Yes she does, tell him why sis.” Chris thought the same way too.

“Because I am a whore Sir, and you are the boss of me.” I could barely hear my daughter’s voice – I could tell she was embarrassed - It was not her usual ‘Go team spirit’ vim and vigor spin.

“No you aren’t a whore. You don’t have to do what your brother tells you,” Mr. Dragovich was being reasonable. A part of me wanted him to talk her out of doing this, but I knew he couldn’t- not with our money situation held over our heads. This had long since stopped being about payback for what we did to the guys weeks ago.

“Yes she does, show him Sis. Turn around,” Chris toyed with his sister.

“Stick it out, Even white boys got to shout,” Chris was singing ‘Baby Got Back’ and if I was not mistaken I could hear him smack his sister’s butt.

“Chris!” Mr. Dragovich was stunned by the sound of his voice.

“Look, relax Khal Drago, it’s cool,” Chris was relaxed and casual.

“No it is not cool,” Mr. Dragovich was highly offended. This was making it increasingly difficult to play with myself but I kept at it. I mean some duties are more fun than others – and this is one of the few ones I didn’t mind as much.

“You would not be looking at my sister’s sweet, sweet ass If you weren’t a man. You came down here because you have needs like anyone else.” Chris explained. He had grown so much in the last few weeks – and I have to admit I was proud of how logical and reasonable he could be when he wanted too. That would go a long way with me if he were on my team when I was a Project Leader.

If they were talking I couldn’t hear anything for a moment so I quietly moved closer. I knew I might and would most likely get punished but I was willing to risk it. I wanted to hear the conversation and I suppose I am a busy-body at heart.

“That may be true, but not with my students, Chris,” I could see him standing there now at well over six foot tall. He looked so much more impressive in stature from down on the ground.

I decided to take a risk and get Jamie off the hook. If I was to be punished – so be it.

“I am not one of your students Sir, would you like to fuck me instead?” I stood in the cabana wearing nothing but my heels, dog collar and the lead weight dangling from my pussy.

“Mrs. Taylor?” He seemed impressed, shocked and a little off guard that I had been there all along.

“I am not a student at your school. I am a full grown woman. Would you like to play with me, Sir?” I had been outside completely naked already. The low light of the parking lot and the fact of where we were made that seem less scary than it should have been. I sauntered over to him and playfully brushed his chin with my finger.

“Why are you doing this?” Mr. Dragovich was nervous and he began to loosen his tie. I felt like one of those mother/daughter stories from Penthouse magazine. The kind that begins “I don’t normally write to your letter’s column. I just had to tell you about the time I went over to my neighbor’s house to borrow a cup of sugar and her teenage daughter and her answered the door…”

Not that I read those stories mind you. I just know about the typical format of them.

I would have assumed they were too fantastic to believe – but here I was starring in my own personal story.

“I love cock, so does my daughter. I promise, I will treat you extra special.” I rubbed his cock and led him into the cabana. “Come on Sir, I am extra horny.”

The question on my mind wasn’t what would I do with the fallout to this if I run into him at school functions. It wasn’t even that I probably should not be strutting my stuff naked out in a parking lot. I was wondering if Chris and his father would still be in the mood to fuck me after I was done.

I also wondered if I was doing this to end an uncomfortable situation for them, or because I had worked myself into a lather and wanted cock inside of me? Had I become that big of a cock-queen that I wanted dick bad enough to use any excuse to get it?

I really didn’t know what was going through my head. All I knew was that I as leading my kid’s principal into the cabana to fuck him.

If Jamie and the guys continued to talk – I wasn’t listening.

“It’s ten dollars for a hand job, twenty for a BJ, fifty for half and half or one hundred for everything, Sir.” I smiled at him.

“Oh?” He looked at me trying to size me up. I wondered if he thought this was going to be a freebie? I know this is going to be hard to understand – because I shouldn’t be proud to be a whore but I was actually insulted he thought it was going to be free.

“You seem like you will want to go all the way, Sir.” I touched his shirt and began to unbutton it so I could slide my hand in to rub his hairy, broad chest.

“Well, I don’t normally do this,” he said trying to hide his discomfort and the rising boner in his khaki pants. I could tell he still had on what he had worn while he had been at school.

“I don’t either, Sir.” I smiled at him and bent over so he could see my bare ass as I looked over my shoulder.

“Can I ask about that weight hanging down like that?” He seemed uncomfortable.

“You could, but would you rather do it with your dick inside of me? Si.” I turned to rub my leg on his leg and stroke his cheek with my hand.

“You make a strong case, Mrs. Taylor,” He swallowed hard. I felt his resistance about to crumble and he seemed like the type who would go for the full hundred. I can’t leave behind my analytical side – ten hand jobs takes a lot longer than one full fuck for the same money.

“You can call her cow-tits!” Chris yelled through the screen door. They were listening to our discussion. That realization suddenly made him very nervous and want to bolt.

“No wait, you can. Squeeze them hard, see.” I tried to block him from the door and show him my boobs like a new distraction.

“Principal Banks got involved in something like this and he had to resign. The Griffin girl is probably in the closet taking pictures. I should uh.. be going.” I had lost another sale and it was humiliating because the guys heard every word.

Bill stood in the door way. “Dragovich, you and I were on the Rams back in the day, right?”

“Yeah, I think we did.” Mr. Dragovich agreed but in a ‘how is that relevant?’ kind of way.

“Rams Honor, there is nothing going on here but fucking my wife. I tell you what - the first one is free. You can have her for fifteen minutes, how is that?”

“Hah, it actually makes me even more skeptical that you don’t want my money.” He grinned at Bill.

“Hey, I said the first one is free. After you get a taste of that sweet ass, you’ll want more,” Bill used to be a terrible negotiator. His new found power over me and his daughter had brought the shrewd side out of him the same way it had his son.

“I don’t think so. It is just not good business to mix pleasure with my work. I mean, I appreciate the offer and all, I really do.” He drank in another look at me naked up and down. I knew though he was afraid he would lose his job if anyone found out and he could probably get anonymous sex if he just drove down the road a tiny piece.

His resistance to my charms was hurting my feelings on some level. I have to admit –with all the humility my husband had been heaping on me – this guy not wanting to fuck me still hurt my pride in a new way.

“We don’t have to do it in here. We can do it anywhere you want. If there is someone hiding with a hidden camera, they would not be able to take pictures of you Sir,” I pleaded. Bill smiled at my persistence in sweetening the deal.

“What if you had the camera on you?” Dragovich’s question was more of a joke than an actual point.

“I will take off everything but my collar, and you can inspect that and you can inspect my entire body Sir, no cameras in my passport either.” I smiled.

“Passport?” he had no idea what I was talking about.

I was already turning around before Chris could order me to show him. I bent over so he could see my butt plug and pulled my ass cheeks apart. “My husband and son gave me this to remind me of my place, Sir.”

“Okay, that is pretty cool,” He sounded impressed. “Why is it called a passport? Because it gets you any place you want to go?” he joked.

“Mr D. is an ass-man!” Chris laughed and ordered me to tell the real reason for its name.

“Unclench that asshole,” Bill ordered and I offered no resistance as he twisted the metal egg out of my ass to show Mr. Dragovich.

“My husband bought me a passport and my daughter a matching one called her license, Sir.” I didn’t remember them telling me the true purpose of the matching plugs. I just assumed they were to cause us constant sensation in our ass and stretch us out.

I said what Mrs. Waxerman had said was the reason.

“My husband knew we would adorn ourselves with body jewelry to get attention from the opposite sex. He decided to get us one that exposed our tenderest region to his rod, and help not make our bare assholes seem so obscene seen from behind.”

“I see?” Mr. Dragovich seemed a bit confused by my response.

“That was just what we told Mrs. Waxerman to freak her out,” Chris laughed.

“You guys know Mrs. Waxerman?” Mr. Dragovich lowered his guard quite a bit at that revelation. “You have no idea what a crazy old biddy she is. She has no official power in the PTA and she has been asked not to attend the meetings since she has no students attending the school, but she is constantly chiming in about decency and morality. I bet that was quite a conversation if she saw Mrs. Taylor’s passport!” he chuckled.

Chris reached under my chest while I remained bent over and pinched my nipple hard to get my attention.

“Please call me Cow-tits Sir.” I reminded him while staying in place.

“Or bitch, slut, whore, anything really,” Chris reminded him.

“Just not ass face?” Mr. Dragovich seemed somewhat amused.

“Nah, that’s my sister name. We try not to confuse them too much,” Chris laughed.

“Tell him the real reason for the passport before I gag you with it, dear,” Bill reminded me in a mockingly sweet tone.

“The passport was a gift to remind me of my place in the family, and is a constant reminder that my asshole is theirs to command. It keeps my asshole spread and ready in case someone wants to use it, Sir.” I was guessing on what might have been the underlying reason and Bill seemed very satisfied with my explanation.

“You don’t mind that your son sees you like this?” Mr. Dragovich remained aloof and skeptical.

“At first yes, but it is a bit too late to be bashful now, sir.” I was being completely honest about that one.

“What of the example you set for your daughter?” Mr. Dragovich may have sounded like he was asking all the right clinical questions but he also couldn’t stop staring at my naked body.

“You got me there, Sir.” I accepted his question. “I’ve set a terrible example for her,” he was nodding his head in agreement.

“Yes, she behaves just like you.” he nodded his head in understanding but he didn’t see my point.

“I think you misunderstand Sir. I set a poor example when I put my career above my family, and bought these boobs for myself with no college fund for the kids.” I pointed to the two heaving melons on my chest.

“I think a lot of families have different priorities, that isn’t really that bad, Mrs. Taylor” Mr. Dragovich folded his arms as if unconvinced.

Bill jabbed a finger into the fleshy part of my ass to remind me to be a bit more convincing. There was no way Mr. Dragovich didn’t see that – my husband is not known for his subtlety.

“That is but one of my many shortcomings that managed to bring the family to where you see us now. I also cuckolded my husband and son. I usurped the leadership of the household and tried to change the natural order of things.” It was clear that Mr. Dragovich wasn’t seeing where I was going with this.

“In an attempt to scare the men of the house I laid out an ultimatum – they had to shape up or ship out, Sir” I said bluntly.

“I take it they shipped out?” Mr. Dragovich said, hiding a smile that he didn’t think they had shaped up at all.

“At first yes they did Sir, they came to stay here actually,” I held my arms out to indicate the shithole of a tiny cabana with its mildew and quaint 1974 decorations.

“While Mom and Jamie got to stay in our nice cozy house in Cherry Lawn Estates,” Chris folded his arms like Mr. Dragovich was doing – probably to mock him on some level.

“When they came back we delivered them an ultimatum, sir. They had to be obedient, work out, do chores, look for a job,” I could see that Mr. Dragovich didn’t see anything wrong with any of my intended goals.

“They say the road to hell is paved with the best of intentions Mr.Dragovich,” I sighed as I considered what to say next. My husband poked me in the butt again and told me to just spit it out.

“I went a little power mad and insisted they stop looking at porn,” I could see Mr. Dragovich didn’t think that was unreasonable either.

“One thing led to another and in order to get them to stop looking at porn, I had them start masturbating every day at set times so they would not have any interest in it, and be more compliant around the house. They seemed easier to control and motivate when they weren’t walking around so tightly wound,” I explained. “I can see from your expression that you don’t quite see how we got to where we are now, but suffice to say it was a gradual change that snowballed and the example I set for my daughter was to teach her to boss the guys around for their own good.”

“And how did that work out?” Mr. Dragovich scratched his chin with a wry grin on his face.

“As you can see from my dog collar, this is where it led Sir” I smiled back.

“Actually, I am not quite sure how it led to all of this? You lost me somewhere along the way.”

“He doesn’t speak slut, Mom. You’ll have to slow it down for him and speak English.” My son said the last part as if talking to a deaf and slow person.

“I’ve seen enough Maury Povich and Jerry Springer to get the general idea, I guess what I am really wondering is if you regret that your daughter has matching tattoos and butt plugs? She wants to behave just like you?” He prodded me to explain that.

I thought about it for a moment before answering –despite my husband’s finger jabs to my ass to get me to speak.

“Actually, I am not supposed to behave prideful anymore, but I am very proud of her,” I said trying not let my voice crack.

“Proud? Mrs. Taylor she got in my car and tried to suck my dick for twenty dollars, and your husband and son are your pimps.” He said with a look of total disbelief.

“How we got to this point where we are losing the house, I flushed my career down the toilet, and all is a really long and probably depressing story,” I explained.

“Actually, no offense but I find some of it rather amusing, but please continue,” there was a snarky contempt hidden in his tone. He may have been elevated to Principal but he was still a football coach and Gym teacher at heart.

“My daughter and I agreed to let the guys have payback. She agreed because she was participating in her father’s and brother’s humiliation and control just like I was. She felt that it only seemed fair that she join in the payback and she has stuck with it no matter how hard or how humiliating it became for her at school and around the house, Sir.” I said.

“That explains the sudden change at school - and you are proud of that why?” while his questions were straight out of the parent teacher handbook on how to establish a link between the parent’s behavior – his eyes and the bulge in his pants betrayed him. I knew he was conflicted and turned on despite his concerns about our family’s arrangement.

“I know it is hard to believe that I could be proud of my daughter being a good little whore. She agreed to the discipline and stuck with it – even when it became very hard,” I could hear Chris giggling at the word hard.

“That’s what SHE said,” he joked before his father elbowed him to be quiet.

“The lessons we have learned about patience, modesty, being giving with our time, affection and attention have been invaluable but I believe the biggest reason I am proud of her is that she could have stopped today – but she didn’t, Sir.”

“Why is that?” Mr. Dragovich was well aware he could do little to hide the trouser snake rising in his pants – but to his credit -his expression remained serious.

“We have lost our house, and gone into massive debt, all our credit cards are overdrawn. My car was trashed and my husband’s truck is going to be repo’d very soon. I’ve lost my job and flushed my career down the toilet in the process. The only way we can put enough money into our pockets in the near future was to work out here at this motel. She knew that and could have taken the easy way out and stopped but she agreed to set her pride aside and continue until the family gets itself out of the crisis we are now in, Sir.”

“Don’t you think once you get yourself out of this crisis, somehow you will find yourself in another crisis and this whole thing will continue?” I have to admit – he was a voice of reason and some of the things he said were ones that had occurred to me as well – and I still struggled with those concerns.

“We have to solve the crisis we are in, before we can start solving the crisis we don’t know about yet, Sir” I told him. I was reminded of a time at work when a higher level executive asked me a similar question about future outages at our server farm and I told him we needed to first get the servers that were down up and working again.

“I can understand hard times making you choose hard choices, but why do you need to do it with the dog collar and the Yes Sirs?” he asked. I knew instantly he was talking about the discipline. My husband stopped me and said he would answer on my behalf.

“Do you remember those trifling bitches who pinched your ass and were arguing out in front of the motel?” Bill said.

“Oh yeah, one tried to steal me away from your daughter before I could even get here,” Dragovich mused.

“They probably started out here with the best of intentions – just to get back on their feet and make it through nursing school or whatever dream they had. They have no personal responsibility, no consequences, and no reason to behave – they have fallen into a trap that they can’t get out of. The girls of this house have asked we continue the discipline we started because it has kept them on their toes, and reminds them of their obligation but doesn’t allow them to get lazy and sloppy with how they approach this.”

“You don’t have a problem with your wife and daughter doing this at all?” Mr. Dragovich asked my husband.

“If you are asking me if I get jealous? I do a little,” this was the first time I heard my husband admit what I had suspected all along. “I know that if I share her with you, it’s because I told her to suck your dick and she belongs to me. She shows me by how she behaves and wears my collar, and that reflects on me. In the end, I know who she is really with, even if she shares her time, attention or body with someone else.”

“Hey, my parents were swingers in the 1970s, I totally get the arrangement with your wife. The question is why does your son get to boss her around too?” Mr. Dragovich became a little more casual when dealing with Bill – I guess it’s a ‘guy thing’.

“You just jealous you didn’t get to boss around your mom then, Drago?” Chris offered a wise crack before adding “At first it was weird bossing around my mom – she had been an authority figure all of my life and one I looked up too. We were given payback for the girls running us through the ringer, and so it was like a way to get even with her and my sister. I couldn’t resist the offer and I wanted to see where it would go,”

This was the first time I heard Chris explain his thoughts about the discipline. He had talked to his dad quite a bit but with me –he had kept things aloof and acted like a trainer.

“At first, naturally I took advantage of the situation and ordered them to clean, bow and scrape – just because I could. I made them do every disgusting thing I could think of –just because I could. Then I started to respect their ability to roll with the punches –and deal with everything dad and I could dish out at them. I looked up to my mom and my sister that they could accept the discipline with more grace than Dad and I could. I got to know them on a whole new level – my preconceptions about them being stuck up and not having any time for me, and their judging me as stupid were gone because they weren’t allowed to express them anymore.”

I stood there listening to my son with my jaw half-way open in stunned surprise as he delivered an eloquent compliment towards his sister and I.

“When we found out we were losing the house, they instantly volunteered to do whatever it took to keep the family together. If they were willing to give up their asses and dignity to keep a roof over our head and food in our bellies, then we needed to do our part,” Chris seemed to stand an inch taller than he normally did when he finished his speech.

“And your part is to slap your mother’s ass anytime she doesn’t do as she is told?” Mr. Dragovich’s question to my son was drenched in disbelief.

“Someone has to do it,” Chris stretched and yawned to play along with the joke.

“Look, between consenting adults, I think it’s hot what you and your husband are doing. I am really impressed. I just have to tell you though there are some things I have my doubts about. “Chris, you are probably going to be the oldest living Sophomore at Cherry Lawn, you are on the sixth year plan are you not?” Mr. Dragovich asked.

“Hey, I am a senior!” Chris laughed.

“Okay, but for how many more years? You are almost eighteen so really I can’t see the point in bringing this to child services. They are so backlogged you’ll be 42 and still living in your parents basement by the time they get the case,” he laughed. “However, and this is no joking matter, I think it’s potentially abuse as it relates to Jamie Taylor, and I have an obligation if I see something like this to report it.”

“It is not abuse,” My son was the first one to give a response. . “I thought it might be at first too. I looked it up, the definition of abuse is to use wrongly or improperly; misuse or abuse a privilege. It could also mean to hurt or injure by maltreatment. Mom, do we hurt or injure you or ass face by maltreatment?”

“No sir,” I smiled at my son’s logic. It blew my mind that he had taken the time to look it up in the dictionary and think about it.

“With my great authority, comes great responsibility – we took the time to be clear about the rules and expectations and they agreed to them,” Chris said – I think he was partly quoting Spiderman though. His facial expression was half serious and half smart ass or to put it another way ‘he wore his usual facial expression’

“Jamie is almost seventeen, she can’t give consent though,” Mr. Dragovich shook his head in disgust.

“Oh bullshit, you mean to say there is a cheerleader on the Cherry Lawn team that hasn’t consented to sex yet?” Chris shot back.

“That is with another teenager, and outside of my hands,” Mr. Dragovich’s argument sounded like he had already heard that line of reasoning before.

“Most of them are dating college guys,” Chris could see that his words were having no effect on Mr. Dragovich.

Bill already had seen the futility in arguing and had stood there just observing.

“What about probation, Sir?” I offered meekly. The three men looked at me and I suddenly realized I had no idea what exactly I meant by probation. Mr. Dragovich nodded at me to explain – possibly give him an out not to proceed with his report.

“You said yourself that it would take a long time for Child Protection Services to even investigate something, right?” I was still thinking about what I meant by probation when I got his nod that it would.

“My daughter and I will only be serving for a week or so, so what if you gave us sort of a performance plan, Sir?” I said fumbling over my words.

He asked me to clarify what I meant and I was still struggling with what I was willing to offer. I had been submissive for so many weeks that I think I lost the confidence to effectively negotiate my way out of this one.

Bill stepped in and took over because I seemed to be losing the plot. “You are concerned the girls are being abused. You can come here every day for the next week any time you like – surprise inspections. You can talk to the girls, inspect their bodies, make sure there is no abuse. Once my daughter and wife hang up their dog collars you can come back and make sure for yourself.”

“Why would I do that and not just turn you all over to the authorities and just step away from this?” Dragovich said.

“I can tell you want to help and you have the best interests of everyone at heart – man to man, I totally get that. It is what I want too. Let us think logically here about the outcome of what you are going to do. In the best case scenario, you go to the authorities and they do their paper work and find us - we just move to another town out of their jurisdiction and continue on with what we are doing. We have lost our house already. If you put us on probation however – you can ensure the girls are being treated as fairly as they deserve and are kept in line – everybody wins.” Bill smiled like he just solved world hunger.

“Yep, still not selling me on this guys. I really should be going,” Mr. Dragovich started to leave. I felt a strange sense of relief. Obviously he was going to go fill out some paperwork to say that we were bad parents and all that but I am sure by now everyone thought that anyway.

I felt a sense of relief that Mr. Dragovich was one of the rare breed of ‘good guys’ out there. He didn’t press his advantage, he didn’t try to use us, he didn’t try to get his jollies at my expense. Yes, he looked at me naked, but then wouldn’t any red-blooded heterosexual guy stare at a naked woman?

He had done the right thing in a world of people doing the wrong things.

He held the screen door and looked at me one more time before walking out into the darkness.

“Well, that was awkward,” Chris laughed.

Then we heard him open the screen door and walk back in again. “Okay, if we do probation – when Jamie returns to school she will go back to how she used to be? No collars and short skirts without panties?”

“I can’t promise what my daughter is going to do after her suspension is up. However, I can say that once her obedience training is over that I won’t REQUIRE her to go to school that way,” Bill sounded very wise in how he chose his words.

“If you guys don’t go back on the straight and narrow after two weeks then I file the reports. If I hold off and Jamie goes back to being a good student then I will forget them, that is the deal?” Mr. Dragovich asked for confirmation.

“Yes, that is basically it,” Bill answered him.

“I hope this doesn’t sound crass, but I also get to fuck your wife?” He looked at me almost apologetically but I just smiled – it was flattering on some level. I noticed he couldn’t look directly at Bill or Chris after he asked.

“You can fuck her, make her suck your dick, squeeze her tits, slap her ass,” Bill demonstrated a little on me as he listed them off. “Anytime you want, just not more than an hour a day or so. We have to keep her working.” My husband smiled generously.

“You are serious?” Mr. Dragovich reached out to shake his hand “What about after the probation?”

Bill looked over at me – to see what my answer would be.

I had no idea – I was completely put on the spot here. I was still thinking about how to get through THIS week and now I was being asked if I would debase and degrade myself like a sexdoll after my humiliating service had ended?

Once again I was being asked to think about where this is all leading and what happens down the road. Bill had really fooled me earlier when he had said that when this is over I’d still have to eat off the floor and let him pick my outfits and diet.

I hadn’t actually blanched at the idea – I had accepted it and started wondering how I was going to manage my life around those new conditions. Something has changed inside of me – because a few weeks ago I would never have given him the intrinsic authority to set the terms of our relationship that way at all. I rarely let him pick what Netflix DVD we would watch – it was a sappy romantic comedy or nothing.

That may explain why I ended up watching those with a quart of Haagen-Dazs and not with Bill, lol.

“Will the other key-holders be able to fuck me too, Sir?” I asked my husband submissively while mulling in my head the outrageous decision before me.

“You sound kind of eager. I guess the neighbor’s dick is as big as everyone says,” There was a subtle tone of jealousy to Bill’s put down. In truth, I wasn’t ‘eager’ to leave this arrangement open-ended and I wasn’t a size queen – my pussy was sore from getting bore out by a bunch of Mexican guys – but I played along.

“I am sorry Master, you know I am a slut and a cock hound, it is one of my shortcomings,” I admitted openly what my son and husband had called me for weeks – something that amused all three men staring at my naked body.

Chris started to joke about something I had said – but I didn’t wait to hear it all. I gave my answer by taking one of Dragovich’s meaty fingers in my mouth and licking it like a cock. I slowly sunk to my knees while keeping his finger in my lips and rolling it between my teeth gently.

I started to unbuckle the Principal’s jeans- he was completely hypnotized by the way I teased his finger in my mouth. I didn’t care if Bill or Chris had stayed and watched – they had seen me fuck before – but they both quietly walked out of the room to leave me to my work.

I had technically given no verbal answer at all to the question I had been asked. I had been prepared to be punished for that. My husband and son had made a big deal about answering questions when asked – and the punishments had been quick and severe for my daughter and I when we forgot that lesson.

Our minds are always jumping to the reason we are being asked a question and what is really being asked – but I had learned a lot sooner than Jamie how to focus only on the question at hand. This time I had been prepared to let them punish me – because I really had no answer to whether I would continue to allow anyone to dominate me – even my husband after this ordeal was over.

There was a part of me that would have said yes and that scared the shit out of me.

It could have been that my heart was beating fast and I was caught up in the moment – after all, being the only one naked in a room makes one feel vulnerable. I focused instead on Mr. Dragovich’s massive cock and worshipped it with my mouth while on my knees in front of him.

He grabbed my hair and moaned softly about how amazing that was. I hadn’t bothered to roll a condom on him yet but I knew he didn’t seem like a minute-man who would shoot right away and I had time. I didn’t want to spoil the spontaneous feeling that he must have been feeling from how I loved his dick with my mouth.

He let me suck his dick at my own pace – I stopped and licked the thick vein under his dick playfully.

“What does it say on your boobs?” His eyes were narrowed as he looked down at me in pleasure.

I held my chest apart for him to see the words in magic marker that my son and husband had written.

“It’s been a while since I taught Spanish, but is that word in the center urinal?” he asked in disbelief.

I nodded it was “Yes Sir it does,” as I went back to wrapping my mouth around his dick.

“So what does that mean?” He sounded like he knew but he was afraid to make the assumption.

It was almost more humiliating for me to answer than it had been to be one – but I did. “It means what you think it does Sir. I am a urinal, you can piss in my mouth when you are done,” my voice almost cracked but if he noticed his only response was a broad grin.

“Where is your urinal cake then?” He asked jokingly while enjoying his dick being sucked – masterfully if I do say so myself. I know some times I do gallows humor with Jamie as a defensive mechanism to make sense of some of the crazy situations we have found ourselves in – his jokes seemed to be along those same lines. It may have been that he felt awkward knowing I was the mother of two of his students and that my husband and son were standing just outside while I gave his cock some much needed attention and affection.

I opened my mouth wide to show him the silver cock shaped tongue ring that I had and he laughed. “Is it minty fresh?”

“Kiss me and see, Sir?” I replied to his joke in the most provocative and sexy manner I could. I didn’t think he would – after all I just told him I was a human urinal but the big giant of a man bent down and met my gaze.

I parted my lips slightly and shut my eyes. I have not been kissed by very many people since we began the training. I’ve sucked a lot of dicks – and somehow I’ve managed to deal with that a lot better than kissing. It is so personal and I felt sickened to my soul that I was passionately kissing a stranger.

Not enough to stop playing my pussy – I found my fingers were straying to my wet pussy while he and I shared a delicate kiss and he wrapped his arms around me. I couldn’t help but feel strangely like I was betraying my husband. Even though I had been trained to use my mouth, ass and pussy to amuse my ‘betters’ and be giving sexually – this felt wrong and personal.

“You are closing your mouth when I kiss you,” He observed with the impassioned voice of a lover. It made me feel even worse that he had no way of knowing I was beating myself up for being the one to have asked for the kiss in the first place. I opened my mouth and let him lick my teeth and intrude into my mouth with his tongue. He explored it and kissed me passionately – I can’t remember even kissing my husband this passionately before.

I heard the porch door to the cabana spring open and my husband’s voice “If you want to fuck her ass, you have to take out the passport yourself, she isn’t allowed to touch it.” I heard him say casually as if giving instructions on how to handle a borrowed lawn mower to a neighbor. Then he abruptly stopped talking and there was deafening quiet.

I had my eyes closed – I had always been told you were supposed to close your eyes when you are kissing. I opened them to see if he was outraged or fuming but instead he was just standing there staring quietly watching us kiss.

Dragovich noticed him and began to turn around but Bill was already walking back out without a word. I wanted to stand up and explain – get some assurance he was okay with me kissing. I know it should not have made me feel guilty – he expected me to be a whore – but it did and maybe I was reading something into it that didn’t exist with my own guilt but I thought it bothered him too.

I guided Mr. Dragovich’s stone like jaw to face me and led him up onto the dirty mattress so that we could continue our fuck. I had money to make if I was going to catch up with Jamie – and I needed to keep in mind this was a freebie.

The thing is – Dragovich was a skilled lover. I am not sure why he turned to prostitutes. He was a skilled lover, handsome and had a big dick. He had a good job at a school – and I saw no ring on his finger. Why was he still single and why did he like strange sex like this?

I didn’t have time to ponder that for long because skipping all other foreplay he put the tip of his dick into my pussy and drove it in deep. In moments, he was pushing all of himself all the way into me as far as he could deliver himself. I was drenched in my own wetness and I pleaded “Condom, sir” through gasps for air as he started fucking me hard.

“Don’t worry, I don’t cum very quickly,” he assured me as he spun me around so that I was facing away from him. “I love looking at your asshole,” his voice was a husky growl of passion.

I reached behind myself with one hand and began to finger fuck my asshole for him to watch. It felt strange not to feel the hard plastic of the crystal from my buttplug when I reached behind myself. There was a split second where I forgot it was laying on the floor and wondered where it was so I wouldn’t get punished. He pulled his shirt off so that he was now as bare-chested as me. He was in great shape but I could feel the sweat off his stomach dripping on me as he exerted himself to fuck me roughly.

He groaned and fucked me by rowing my hips back and forth on his crotch with his powerful arms. I could feel a tiny drip of warm sweat from his forehead splash on my back as he grunted and pounded me from behind. He moved my finger and pushed his thumb into my ass as he fucked me. When he moved his arm to play with my butthole he stopped row-fucking me because he no longer had the support of both arms so I pushed back on his dick to keep up the rhythm.

“Can I really fuck your ass” he whispered into my ear as he bent his hairy chest over my back.

“Yes sir, you really can, but please may I put a condom on you?” I replied playfully through heavy breaths.

“You are worried about catching something? We’ve been fucking for a while now,” He laughed. I could tell he didn’t want to pull out and put one on – most men wouldn’t after this much.

“No sir, I trust you. I just get punished if I don’t have a condom full of cum at the end,” I smiled gently over my shoulder at him while he continued to thrust into me from behind.

“You seem to enjoy getting punished,” he grunted playfully while thumbing my asshole and fucking me hard.

“Hardly, sir!” I answered playfully back while holding myself up on all fours so that he could fuck me from behind.

“You agreed to be punished if you break the rules,” what he said hardly proved I enjoyed it but he added “And your pussy gets tight around my dick when I say punishment.” He was right – I was gripping his dick hard.

“That is just because some of the ones my son comes up with are pretty extreme Sir,” I flashbacked to some of the painful but usually humorous punishment’s my son had come up with especially to torment me with over the last few weeks.

“That doesn’t surprise me about Chris. What kind of punishment?” I instantly wondered why it did not surprise the principal that my son was a creative little sadistic and what made him say that about him. My mind flashed back on the time I had to draw a punishment card for a correction.

“The Ice, Heat, Wind, Rain challenge,” I explained how they had written up these themed cards to address our shortcomings and terrify us when we received a correction. “That is sort of one step up from a smaller infraction,” It was not easy to explain while he thumb-fucked my asshole and took me from behind but I chose my words wisely and he seemed to get excited hearing about it.

I explained how they made me stand on the patio and gave me twelve ice cubes. I could pick any hole but I had to insert all twelve of them and then wait until it melted into a glass before presenting it to them and begging forgiveness for my transgression.

“What had you done wrong?” his dick was getting more engorged as he drove himself into my pussy and played with my ass and I talked to him.

I had honestly forgotten what I had done wrong – I had only remembered in vivid detail having to stand out there until I filled a glass half way with melted ice.

Mr. Dragovich unexpectedly reached out and spanked my ass hard while he fucked me. It was a playful slap but a reminder he was driving and I grinned – it had come back to me what I had done wrong.

“I lost my cell phone. I was also supposed to email pictures of myself of me playing with my cunt before the end of the day. I had also failed to follow all of my protocols and was slow at the place I used to work before I got fired.”

“You are such a dirty slut to say that you were playing with your cunt, that’s so hot!” He was slowing down the pace he was fucking but he remained steady. He had shifted his focus to burying his thumb deep in my ass.

“I am not allowed to use euphemisms, I have to call it a cunt sir, because that is what it is to them,” I admitted –still playfully.

“Is that what this is to you?” He bumped me from behind hard with his dick to indicate he was talking about my cunt.

“I admit, that is what it is Sir. I agreed to play by the rules, and I accept them. I am a cunt with a cunt, Sir” I admitted.

“A juicy, delicious cunt,” He agreed and was quiet for a while. Then he asked “So what did you do with the melted ice once you begged forgiveness?”

I had forgotten we were talking about the punishments – I was too lost in the rhythm of the way he was fucking me to have remembered.

“I drank it, Sir” I recalled.

“That was the punishment?” he laughed.

“Actually, the drinking it was for bonus points. They call it slut squeezins” I quipped back with a smile.

“The way you talk about how clever your son is for coming up with that punishment and the reverence you have for how it affected you – it really turns me on that it turns you on.” He was nearing his limit, I could tell he was about to cum and I knew he wanted me punished so it would do no good to beg him to wear a condom.

“It doesn’t turn me on Sir, and not all of my son’s punishments were that clever.” I thought back on the more pragmatic style that Bill used – it was effective but it often lacked that strange sense of humor that my son added to the equation. I remembered when Bill made me stand on two chairs in the living room and just ignored me – that had blown mine mind. They just walked around as if I didn’t even exist in the living room – and in front of that boy who likes Jamie!

“You..are..going..to..get..a..chance..to fucking prove it,” his final thrusts were driving his dick as far inside me as he could – and at the last minute he rammed his dick into my ass about four inches before finally an explosion of cum filled me up. He dug his fingers into me and bit my neck hard before collapsing on my back in exhaustion.

“Thank you Sir” I mumbled into the pillow as he rose off of me and struggled to put on his jeans. “You know I was like Chris in high school. I was too awkward and heavy set and I had a face full of acne. I only talked when I had something to say and that wasn’t very often. I was smart but no one knew it because I was shy until I got to know someone and was sure they wouldn’t try to knock me down.” I listened to him explain as he buckled his belt while I lay flat on the bed.

“Your son has come out of his shell the last few weeks and gained popularity. I didn’t do that until college when I started weight lifting and even then I still feel like that goofy fat kid some times. I would never say it to his face, but I am actually envious that he has more confidence than I ever did at that age.” It seemed a little awkward to be getting feedback from the Principal about my son after he just fucked me – but what was not awkward these days?

“You wouldn’t encourage me, Khal Drago?” My son had heard every word and was standing behind us.

“Nah, it would just go straight to that fat head of yours Taylor,” The Principal’s joke was good natured but there was a kernel of truth to it. “Your mom has something to admit to you, I think.” I could sense a muted sense of delight in the Principal as if he felt he was about to validate his opinions about me.

“Yes Cow Tits?” I couldn’t see my son’s face but I could hear a smile in his voice.

I knew I was expected to admit I had fucked the Principal without a condom. It was so easy some times to submit and play a long but then there were times like these when I had a sense of dread about my obligations. I think a big part of me just didn’t want to know if Mr. Dragovich was right about me.

“Mr. Dragovich did not fuck me with a condom, Master” I laid belly flat on the bed as I admitted my wrong doing.

“Did you offer to put one on him?” My son asked – his voice like a young prince trying to get to the bottom of the story.

“Yes Master, I did,” I admitted – while remaining face down.

“I certainly can’t fault you for that then,” My son sounded merciful and a part of me was relieved that he was being understanding and that I had proven Mr. Dragovich wrong – I didn’t love punishment. “What hole did he cum in?” he asked.

“My asshole, Sir” I admitted and touched my bare cheeks with the palms of my hands.

“Oh good, you may squat on the floor and we can watch you drip it back out of that fat ass of yours,” My son’s voice became more sadistic and cruel.

“Do you want me to drip it into a condom, Sir?” I pleaded. I was already in motion to sit like a frog on the floor and hold my ass cheeks apart for him.

“Did I tell you to drip it into a condom?” My son asked with an edge of menace to his voice.

“No master, you did not,” I admitted. I was already squatting and holding my cheeks apart so that I could squeeze back out the cum from my ass.

“If I wanted you to do something, I would tell you to do it. You really are a stupid slut, you know that Mom?” I was a little shocked that Chris called me Mom. He rarely did.

“Yes sir, I know,” I felt a stab of fresh humiliation wash over me as I heard my son, husband and the Principal snicker at my answer. I think I prefer being called Cow-tits than I do Mom by my son – it makes this life easier – less personal.

“I have to admit Mr. Taylor, you have a real trophy wife,” Mr. Dragovich said with a hint of mock admiration in his voice as he watched a tiny bubble of cum emerge from my asshole and ooze down my crack onto the floor beneath my feet.

“Trophy wife? Maybe certificate of appreciation wife,” My husband joked. He had been standing in the background watching me purge the cum from my ass with the others.

I do my journal in my inner voice.

You know the one I am talking about. It's the little voice that offers a running commentary when you are listening to someone. It's the voice that brings up your own opinion about the information being provided. It is too easy to pay more attention to the inner voice than the actual speaker. That voice often keeps you from listening openly for good information and can often make you shut down before you have heard the entire premise. Focus less on what your brain has to say and more on the speaker. You may be surprised at what you hear.

If you can't quiet the inner voice, then at least use it to your advantage. Every time you hear yourself contradicting the speaker, stop and take the other point of view. Suggest to your brain all the reasons why the speaker may be correct and you may be wrong. In the best case you may open yourself to the information being provided. Failing that, you will at least strengthen your own argument.

I don’t always take my own advice – and sometimes I let my inner voice be my outer voice.

“Am I to be punished Master?” I had been waiting for them to tell me and it was killing me to know whether or not that was coming.

“Naturally,” is all my son said in response.