The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-Eight
Wendy’s Journal: Liquor in the Front and Poker in the Rear

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Wendy’s journal from Wednesday approximately 10:30 pm from her perspective. The events take place as Wendy gets punished. 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 don’t think I will win “Mother of the Year” anytime soon. Given that I am a slave to one of my children and the other serves him and her own father with me.

I sometimes can’t believe I agreed to this and that this is how it is all working out. I bet if someone read my journal they wouldn’t even believe what a cock sucking whore I’ve become –they would think it’s all made up. They would have too? I mean would they want to believe a career mom in her late thirties (okay early forties) agreed to become a slave to her husband and son as payback for cuckolding them and treating them like slaves?

Wouldn’t they just think I was the most rotten meanie ever? That I deserved this and brought it on myself?

Speaking of rotten meanies, my son’s ‘punishment’ in front of Mr. Dragovich. I should probably type all the details around that while I have a chance – they have given me a little breather after my ordeal. My daughter is probably out sucking dick after dick earning and after fucking the Principal for free – I’m way behind.

It had been about an hour ago when I finished fucking Mr. Dragovich. It is so hard to keep track of time. This night feels like it has gone on and on forever – an unending series of chapters about a series of unfortunate events. There have been some positive highlights like when we left Jerry tied up to dumpster and I still don’t even feel that guilty about that.

Then there was the punishment my son gave me an hour ago – it was the most grueling and painful punishment I’ve ever received – at least that I can remember.

I had asked “Am I to be punished Master?” knowing that I most likely would be.

“Naturally,” my son said in his ominous and spooky voice. I would have laughed if I didn’t realize that he was seriously going to give me a bite from an apple called hell when he talked like that.

“I accept that I am to be punished for being a bad slut and I am ready, Master” I fell upon the protocol that I had learned over the last few weeks about how to accept a punishment.

“No you aren’t, that cum is still dribbling out of your ass,” My son reminded me that I was holding my ass cheeks apart and squatting for a reason. “You’ve yet to be told what to do with it, and you are in a hurry to get your punishment on so you can get forgiveness for your mistakes?”

“Yes sir, I am sorry for being impatient,” I realized I had made a grave error in protocol by not waiting until I was told the punishment time had officially begun.

“You had sex without the condom, and you really just need an overall attitude adjustment,” My son said.

“Yes sir,” I agreed with him by default without a second thought.

“Good,” he seemed pleased but in a sadistic way. “You agree with me. I was afraid we might have a dispute over your much needed attitude adjustment cow tits. You could have a standard correction for your one mistake or I will give you a full attitude correction to make up for any of your mistakes that have as of yet gone unreported or unnoticed today – it is your choice.”

I knew it wasn’t really a choice. If I took the easy way out I’d end up with another weight dangling from my clit.

“I need an attitude check, Master,” I admitted while dripping the last remaining bubble of cum out of my asshole.

“Mr. Dragovich, you are welcome to stay and watch,” My son invited his principal to stay.

“I would not miss this for the world, this is the freakiest thing I’ve seen that wasn’t on pay per view,” Mr. Dragovich was delighted at the torment awaiting me and wanted a first row seat. My husband stood in the background with his arms folded – playing the strong, silent type.

“I believe all the cum is out of my ass, Sir” I informed them.

“Oh goody gum drops!” My son said sarcastically adding “But how can you be sure with an ass as big as a cavern like yours?” My son had a gift for hyperbole.

He often exaggerated the size of our tits –to him my melons were Watermelons or “Tig Old Biddies” and his sister’s boobs were described as melons when in truth they were probably apples or cantaloupes at best – even hard and full of milk as they were.

“No Master, I can’t be sure,” I admitted hopelessly. I was still coated in a fine sheen of his body hair and sweat as Mr. Dragovich laughed at how pathetic I must have sounded.

“Then turn around and bend over so that your nose is right next to your cum droppings and hold those big fat cheeks of yours apart,” Chris ordered as if it should be obvious that was the only possible course of action and I complied. I had my nose a hairs breath from the brownish cum that had dripped out of my ass on to a small saucer and kept my hands behind myself as I kneeled – it was not an easy position to hold for long.

“Damn Chris! Your mom has a really fine ass,” Mr. Dragovich’s compliment actually made me smile – I can’t believe I was flattered but that is how low I’ve sunk as a human being now. I used to get compliments on my pretty eyes or smile – now I hear it about my asshole.

“Pucker it for Mr. Dragovich,” I was slow to follow my son’s order and he whipped between my crack with a metal wire. “That’s it, let’s see you wink it,” the three men laughed at my sore ass while I entertained them by pulsing my anus for their amusement. I could feel the lead weight hanging from my clit by a string swinging like a pendulum back and forth between my legs from this position.

Without warning I felt my son’s finger enter my asshole and fish around. I’ve felt their fingers this way often enough I can tell his finger from his father’s without seeing his face. “If I pull out a wad of cum, you are going to get double punishment, understood Cow Tits?”

“Yes Master, of course. That is only fair,” I tried to sound submissive and agreeable while my son inspected my asshole thoroughly in the hopes I had left a big wad of cum inside of myself.

“You keep calling her cow tits, I get that she has giant boobs, but is there a story behind it?” Mr. Dragovich’s voice was right next to Chris behind me. I kept my nose where it belonged – right above the cum that had dripped out of my ass on the floor.

“Your mouth isn’t being used for anything, tell him why we call you that,” My husband’s voice was still a bit further back. As excruciatingly embarrassing as it was to have them staring closely at me – a part of me wondered why he was so distant. I don’t want to feel like an attention-whore but I was actually a little disappointed he was so aloof while the others were interested.

“My name is now Cow Tits sir. My husband and son chose it for me to remind me that I spent our family’s money on fake boobies when I could have spent it on more important things. It is also because I produce milk about three times a day Sir,” I didn’t look up from the cum saucer while Chris fished around in my asshole.

Chris twisted his finger inside me hard and prompted me to gasp. I assumed that was a prompt to explain Jamie’s name so I added “My daughter is called Ass face to remind her that despite her beauty she is still just an ass face to the men of the house - it was also to help break her of doing that duck face expression, Sir.”

“Yeah, I hate when girls do that at my school – it looks so stupid,” Mr. Dragovich’s baritone laughter reminded me of a bond villain’s henchman or something.

“As opposed to bending over and putting their nose down in the cum you dumped in their ass?” Chris laughed at my predicament and plopped his thumb out like he was pulling a cookie out of a cookie jar.

“Hah, well I’ve never seen them do THAT Chris,” Mr. Dragovich’s voice became very rigid and polite like an administrator – the subtext was that he was not interested in high school girls even though he was amused at what he was seeing. I actually gained a little respect for him when he said that.

“You should hang out with Cathy Griffin and her friends then,” Chris joked while sniffing his finger before inserting it into my mouth to be cleaned. I dutifully obeyed and sucked it clean while Mr. Dragovich laughed. He didn’t even comment on Cathy and her friends.

“You expected me to walk around with a dirty finger?” Chris asked rhetorically and then asked me to tell him what my mouth was good for.

“Sucking and swallowing, Master” I answered as I had been trained too but Chris slapped my ass anyway.

“Then why do you talk so much with it, instead of using it for its intended purpose?” Chris asked in a tone that let me know I was doing an affirmation now.

“I am giving answers to my affirmations and not gossiping or running my mouth, Sir” I was being defensive –because I wasn’t sure why Chris would be mad about me talking. I was second guessing if I sounded submissive or reluctant. It could be so hard to tell and be objective.

“So this is punishment at the Taylor house, huh?” Mr. Dragovich did not sound impressed.

“Hahah, no” Chris slapped my ass hard for good measure. “We haven’t even started on the punishment. I am just getting my mom ready to accept what she has coming.

“So you are going to have her eat my cum or what?” Mr. Dragovich seemed a bit confused by the formality. I wasn’t – my son liked to take his time with me. I pictured him slowly pulling the wings off a butterfly the same way.

“I can’t eat it Sir, because I have to bring it to Master Rahjid,” I spoke accidentally. I didn’t mean to talk without being spoken too and my son was quick to spank my ass hard for my mistake.

“Did he ask you, slut?” Chris demanded.

I knew I had done wrong. I admitted it freely and begged forgiveness. He smacked my ass a few more times for good measure before adding that this would extend my punishment and only proved I needed a good old fashioned attitude adjustment – then he asked me if I agreed.

“Yes sir, of course. I should not have spoken out of turn, it was an accident!” I declared submissively.

“Accidents happen when we get lax on our discipline of you, cunt” Bill spoke up from the back of the room for the first time and no one said a word in response – the silence just hung there for a moment before dissipating.

“My mom can lap up that cum in her mouth or it can be put up her ass and then in her mouth any number of times before we make her turn it in to Rahjid. A lot is going to depend on how she does in the punishment at hand,” A slicing pain shot me through as my son pinched my exposed clit between his fingers while he spoke.

“Feel how slick she is on her pee-shooter,” Chris’s thumb mashed my clit and slid up and down. I was wet and he knew it. Mr. Dragovich declined politely but he was enjoying the show – there was no doubt of that.

“Only a wicked bitch gets turned on during her punishments, you do know what happens if you are turned on when we are finished?” Chris asked while continuing to drive his fingers into my pussy – his nails scratching the tender flesh of my insides.

“I have learned not to anticipate my consequences, Master,” I knew that was a trick question from many times in the past when I fell for it and guessed at what happened next. Naturally, I did have a few theories about what would happen and they all ended with me suffering and saying ‘ouchie’.

“Good slut,” he released my clit and withdrew his hands without informing me of the consequences – he liked to keep me in suspense because I think he knows that drives me crazy. “You notice how her asshole puckers when you squeeze her clit like you are making lemonade and then stop?” Chris demonstrated by honking my clit and twisting it hard- providing an easy laugh at my expense when I reacted just as he predicted.

“I should make you snort that cum up your nose and go snot it at Rahjid before we begin, would you like that, Cunt?” Chris asked harshly.

“What I like or enjoy is irrelevant Master, I am an obedient cum slut and if you order it, I will do as I am told,” I knew that that is the right answer but I quietly hoped he was bluffing.

“Wow, are you getting hard again Mr. D?” My son joked with the principal standing behind me.

There was a quiet pause – “You should keep your eyes on your business Mr. Taylor,” the Principal teased my son in the same tone he might have joked with one of the stoners in the hallway to get to class on time or not skip school.

I was secretly a little flattered the Principal had gotten hard again so quickly but I didn’t want to admit it – was I becoming the attention whore I pretended not to be? I would have to think about that.

“You are showing off for our guest and being good,” Chris slapped my butt hard while teasing me as if I were usually a trouble maker. “You can have a choice then – you can suck the cum up and spit it into a condom and then shove them up your ass or put them in that big twat of yours or your mouth and deliver them to Rahjid, what do you choose?”

“Wow, if she is your slave and does what you want, why do you give her choices?” The Principal was surprised at the cat and mouse game Chris played with me. I knew why – but I could almost sense Chris standing behind me with his finger held up waiting for me to answer.

“All three of my holes are for cum, Master,” I was still thinking about which one I should pick while I spoke. “If you are asking me which I prefer then I will carry them in my mouth for you, Sir” I answered – my chest was heaving. I should be used to this kind of talk but the principal’s presence added some weight to the butterflies that were ever present in my stomach these days.

“Is that because it is the easiest one to do, Cow Tits?” Chris smacked my ass to punctuate his question while I held the position over the cum in question. It looked like a little spoonful of pudding – so much talk over such a little gob of DNA.

“It might seem the easiest but the real reason is I love the taste of cum, Master,” in truth it was going to taste more like the prophylactic jelly – but this sounded like what my son would want to hear coming from me.

“If my mom ever went to a sperm bank, they would accept her spit for deposit,” Chris slapped my ass playfully and gave me a pinch while he joked with the Principal.

“Very nice,” Mr. Dragovich wasn’t bent over laughing hysterically but he was obviously enjoying himself.

“You see Mr. D, the reason I give Cow Tits the choice is very simple,” My son started to lecture. “Given the Taylor men hold all the cards in the house it would be very easy and simplistic of us to treat the girls of the house like stupid animals and order them about without any thought – it is after all their place to serve.”

“I see,” Mr. Dragovich answered.

“Do you though? Not many understand that by requiring my mom to make a choice I am engaging her in her training. Dad and I have spent a lot of time finding the right ratio of times when we just want it done and the only option is to comply with our wishes and the times we want them to have to stop and think about what we want and the consequences of their inability to give it to us,” Chris smacked my ass again as he spoke.

“The motivational tool here is that I give up none of my authority by making her play my game. I still hold all the cards, but it is far more interesting to see what the slut will do. Cow tits COULD have impressed me by suggesting she fill up three condoms and put one in each hole,” Chris smacked my ass and gave me a chance to speak.

“I uh, am Sorry sir, that thought didn’t occur to me - but there is not enough cum here really to fill even one condom Sir?” I sounded pathetic and I knew it. I hated to be put on the defensive.

“You see? It is also a diagnostic tool to understand her thought process and where she is in her thinking. She could have begged for more cum from the other two cocks in the room but she did not. It is why she is well over due for an attitude adjustment and once we make that correction – we can re-evaluate where her head is at.” Chris smacked my ass and rubbed his thumb on my asshole hard before removing his hand.

“So you like to give them the illusion of choice so that they feel more engaged in their discipline?” Mr. Dragovich asked.

“No illusion at all. My mom has a choice to make when I give it to her to make. She knows there will be rewards for good behavior and consequences for poor behavior of equal measure to the risk and effort she puts forth. This is one of the constants in her life and when I give her that choice I know in that soft little brain of hers,” Chris slapped the back of my head a few times to tease me – she is carefully weighing all her options and trying to participate. If I didn’t think she could handle the choice – I wouldn’t let her make it,”

I was instantly reminded of my thoughts about being a parent. I hadn’t let the kids make tough choices. I had sheltered them. We live in age when schools have sport teams that don’t keep score because we want to shelter our kids from the real world and when they get into it – they aren’t ready for the fact there are real winners and losers in life. I knew that and yet I still kept coddling them and avoiding letting them make tough choices. I only recently realized when Jamie chose to get the tattoo with me that I need to give them the choices they are READY to make and be ready to pick them up if they fail and reward them if they succeed – much the way Chris had described how he was handling me!

“May I bring Master Rahjid the cum in all three of my holes Master?” I knew that is what Chris wanted me to do anyway.

“Ah isn’t that sweet?” Chris asked Mr. Dragovich “The dumb slut wants to do my idea now because she thinks it will impress you,” Chris was mocking me – I guess I don’t blame him. I think I was trying to impress them.

“You don’t sound sincere enough and you don’t have enough cum for three condoms – isn’t that what you said Cow tits?” Chris was being condescending – I instinctively knew he wanted me to beg for more cum.

“Please Master, after holding my nose over this wad of cum for so long I want more, may I PLEASE suck you all off to have enough cum to bring to Master Rahjid in all three of my holes Sir?” I added “Pretty, Pretty Please?” and batted my eyelashes. I knew he couldn’t see my face because I was looking down at the ground but I assumed body language would carry in my tone.

“Are you convinced she wants my dick?” Chris asked the principal skeptically.

“Cow tits does seem to enjoy cock,” that was the first time Mr. Dragovich called me ‘Cow Tits’.

“Is that right Cow Tits? Do you LOVE cock?” Chris asked me in an openly condescending manner.

“Yes Sir, I absolutely love cock!” I knew I had to be enthusiastic and smile while I said that.

My son poked my asshole with his thumb and twisted it “I don’t think I HEAR you, what did you say slut?”

“I SAID I LOVE COCK, ESPECIALLY YOURS, PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK MASTER” I have to admit a fresh wave of humiliation wafted over me yelling loud enough that people outside the cabana could hear me cry for my son’s dick.

“It is time I taught you to play the rusty trombone,” Chris pulled me up by my hair and spun me around to face him and remove his pants.

Mr. Dragovich became a little uncomfortable as Chris stepped out of his jeans. Chris said “Hey, we saw your hairy ass a few minutes ago, the least you can do is watch my mom learn to play the tromboner,” he laughed.

I was shown how to play his trombone when Chris stood with his knees and back slightly bent and his feet apart to expose his ass for me. I kneeled behind him and was ordered to lick his asshole and reach between his legs to pull his cock up and down like I was playing a trombone.

“C’mon, do it to the tune of when the Saint’s go Marching In,” Chris joked as I moistened my lips and began to tongue dive his asshole. I’d done this to Jamie a few times but never to Chris. It was a whole new experience for me in that sense. After the initial shock of disgust passed, I was playing him the way he wanted. I knew he was trying to fart in my mouth and I let him – what choice did I have.

He came after about sixty seconds of “Daba Daw…Daba Daw..Daw..Dawwww” New Orleans style humming on his asshole while I jerked him off in front of Mr. Dragovich and his father but neither of them watched directly. They both averted their eyes.

“Clean both piles of goo with your mouth only and spit it into a different condom right away!” Chris demanded while pulling his jeans back on. I obliged kneeling on the floor with my hands holding the empty condom as I spit the contents of what I lapped off the dirty floor back into it.

“Dad, you wanna go?” Chris offered my mouth to him.

“I don’t think I’d be into the rusty trombone, son. We should let our guest Mr. Dragovich take a second turn, I think he is, uh ready,” I was secretly disappointed my husband had passed on me – I hate to admit Bill’s casual disinterest in me made me want him more.

“Oh uh, I am not sure I should get that in front of a student Chris,” Mr. Dragovich sounded nervous.

“You just watched me get one, don’t be ridiculous,” Chris laughed the Principal’s concerns off.

“Well, at least turn around and I’d just like regular head if possible?” Mr. Dragovich asked.

“Fine, but you could get a jelly donut if you don’t want a Rusty trombone though,” My son and husband were already walking out of the cabana as he offered.

“I don’t know if I WANT to know what that is Mr. Taylor,” His principal had pulled his cock out for me to suck and I obliged. This time I was prepared with an open condom to catch his semen after he deposited it in my mouth.

“You ARE getting off on this right?” He asked me in a hushed tone. Unfortunately it was while I had four inches of his cock buried in my throat and I couldn’t answer as I tickled his balls with my palms – so I just nodded yes.

“You LIKE being punished don’t you?” I could only nod yes while I engulfed his fat cock with my mouth and looked him in the eyes. I did not enjoy punishment but I was growing to expect and accept it – however I knew it was what he wanted to hear.

“You LIKE when your daughter gets punished WITH you, don’t you?” He asked in the same hushed tone of someone deep in the throes of ecstasy while I coated his cock in my saliva. He had been so against Jamie’s involvement earlier that I wasn’t sure what to say here - was this a trick question?

I had already established I liked punishment to him and I was okay with my daughter serving this way – but I could see how he might go “AH-HA! I KNEW YOU WERE SICK A ND TWISTED” if I nodded along to this question. I gave him a wide eyed look of naïve innocence – as best as I could manage anyway.

“No answer?” he stroked my hair lovingly while I sucked his cock. “That is okay, the real person you have to answer is to yourself,” he smiled down at me and then looked back up. His eyes rolled up in his head and his fingers dug into my bare shoulders hard as he orgasmed into my throat.

I kept my mouth on his dick even after he finished exploding until he pulled out. I didn’t dare swallow as he pulled his pants back on and let the other guys back in.

“Did you at least give her a pair of Ray-bans?” Chris joked as he re-entered from outside. I wasn’t sure what position that was supposed to be – but I had a few ideas it involved balls on my forehead.

“Okay slut, let’s see how much cum he deposited in that sperm bank you call a mouth,” My son ordered and I opened my mouth wide so that he could see my tongue.

“Meh, not a lot,” he seemed unimpressed with Mr. Draogvich’s second effort in my face. “Go ahead and spit it into the condom, then stuff one in your fat mouth, up your ass and in your twat. I want you to walk across the parking lot SLOWLY to Rahjid. You will wash the outside of each condom in that mouth of yours and thank him for accepting then. You will tell him that you were with a key-holder and your owners and didn’t earn any money and then invite him to watch you get an attitude adjustment in the cabana, is that clear so far slut?”

“Yes Master, clear as crystal,” I was holding the third filled condom in my fingers while I knelt on the floor.

“You will then hand him this leash,” he clipped a chain link dog leash to my collar “And get on all fours to be walked back over here. If he doesn’t want to come watch you get your attitude adjustment you will still crawl back but you will be punished more severely and you can tell him that,” Chris said as he slapped me on my bottom while he stood me up.

I quickly stuck the first condom in my mouth and then pushed the other two into my cunt and ass. I had to walk a little knock-kneed to keep them in as I made my way across a darkened parking lot totally naked except for a dog leash and a lead weight hanging from my twat. They insisted I carry the dog leash in my mouth like a dog going for “Walkies” along with the condom – saying my mouth was big enough to hold both.

There were a few cars but it was fairly deserted otherwise. The street however had a decent amount of traffic slowly passing by and I am sure someone probably saw me – if they did though they didn’t honk or stop.

“Master Rahjid,” I had dropped the first condom in the metal indention where he accepted payment for rooms between the thick glass window of his office.

He thanked me in his typically polite but businesslike manner and waited for payment.

“I have one more condom in my ass and in my pussy to wash for you, Master” I fished out the one that was in my ass first with my finger. “These are gifts from my owners and a new keyholder,” I realized the implication as I said that - now the Principal would be another handler like Steve had been at work.

“Oh my, that is jolly good,” Rahjid seemed a bit delighted at my discomfort while I washed the second condom with my mouth and fished out the third from my pussy.

“They are giving me an attitude adjustment and asked if you would walk me back over so you could observe and participate Sir” I spat the third condom on to the metal without touching it and held my leash up for him to see.

“Oh berry good, berry good indeed,” He spoke Hindee rapidly to his wife who quietly assumed his station at the window and stepped out of the door to take my leash.

I got on all fours and I could feel the sharp pain from the dirty gravel and dust that coated his drive way as they pressed into my knees.

“Yes, walk like a doggy, that is how whore should be, not lazy like Ronnie and Doris,” he spat in disgust.

“You do not think Maya is lazy, sir?” I smiled up at him as he walked me across the parking lot slowly.

“I dare not call her lazy, she is my best whore,” he said without a second thought and I smiled to myself. It seemed kind of funny to me that he backed down to her for some reason.

“You don’t think people would think it is strange a naked woman being walked across the parking lot in the nude?” I asked him after we made it half way. We only had to go about five car lengths, but the cold night air blowing on my ass and the slow progress of crawling made it seem like much longer than it was.

“I do not give two shit what the people think. If they want room, they get room. If they want hooker, they get hooker. Why do I give shit?” he delivered his overall philosophy in his usual sing-song accent.

“It just seems a little over the top,” realizing he didn’t get that reference I clarified from the ground “a little unusual to be naked on all fours outside in the parking lot?” I asked him – more rhetorically than anything else.

“This parking lot see many things. There are people smoke crack behind dumpster, drink all night and sleep all day. Welfare moms who whore out their teenagers, it not like the fancy suburb you live in. People here not give as much a shit about what you do as long as it not affect them. You not shock as many people as you think,” he grinned under that thick mustache of his as he walked me up the wooden stairs to my cabana.

I remained in the position of a doggy when he took me inside. Chris pet my head “Good doggy, wag your tail”

I shook my ass for him.

“Where is her passport?” Rahjid watched as I wiggled my ass playfully. He could obviously see that it was missing and my bare asshole was visible –I had grown so used to it that I felt ‘naked’ without it as if something were missing.

“Go get it girl, show Master Rahjid you haven’t lost it,” Chris ordered me in a condescending voice like he was talking to a puppy and I dutifully obeyed by crawling over to where the butt plug was and picking it up with my mouth. The men giggled – I guess it was pretty funny.

“Your mother is well trained whore, why do you punish her?” Rahjid asked Bill. Bill had been doing his ‘strong silent’ type routine since Mr. Dragovich had shown up. I think that for him, going into his shell is a defensive mechanism around another ‘alpha male’.

“Ask her,” is all Bill said.

I dropped the passport from my mouth back on the bed and remained on the floor. “I was a bad girl tonight Sir, I didn’t get a condom filled and my son feels that I need an attitude adjustment,” he accepted that explanation without a second glance.

“And who is this?” Rahjid looked at Mr. Dragovich.

“This is Mr. Dragovich my son and daughter’s principal. He is now one of my keyholder’s” I said.

“And Ass Face’s!” Chris insisted on adding.

“Whoa, What is a key holder?” Mr. Dragovich sounded skeptical.

“It means you can fuck her any time you want for free, you can discipline her but not too much – you report on her misbehavior to us if it’s anything more than a simple correction, Chris will show you the Do’s and Don’ts.” Bill spoke more than he had said in the last hour.

“Oh wow that is a lot of trust, thanks Mr. Taylor” Mr. Dragovich sounded delighted with the arrangement. There was instant respect passed from him to Bill and while I saw no change in Bill’s expression – I knew deep down inside it flattered his ego to seem so magnanimous and powerful.

“Basically we want our females to be compliant, subservient, humble and patient. We work hard to keep them honest and explicit in their speech but respectful. They must always refer to any man as Sir and any female as Ma’am except for a fellow slut like themselves – familiarity breeds contempt” Chris went on to explain his core value system while demonstrating on me.

“In public a good swift kick or a pinch can do for a simple infraction. When they commit more serious mistakes you should report it to us and we will handle it,” Chris had me climb over his knee on the bed.

“The go-to of my punishments is the over the knee spanking,” He demonstrated by slapping my ass hard telling Mr. D. how I was to count and be thankful. He showed the cadence and the unrelenting rhythm and why it was helpful not to be chaotic and random about it. It shows you are a measured and that the punishment means something. If it does not fit the crime, then it will not matter what the girls do – extreme punishments for minor infractions means that they no longer have real consequences.”

He demonstrated spanking my tits and had me roll over and spread my legs on the bed to spank my pussy. “This is a cunt spanking, Ladies have vaginas – the sluts of this house have cunts between their legs, don’t the y Cow tits?”

“Yes Master, Thank you for reminding me!” I grunted between the hard slaps he was bringing down on my labia. He slapped my clit with his finger and said “Only wicked bitches get turned on by this, so if they start to get wet, that in itself is a reason to punish and to change the venue for what you do”

He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the toilet. “Your standard high school bully punishments work just as well. You want to vary things,” He dunked my head into the toilet and flushed the bowl. Then as he lifted my wet face out by my hair he stuck his finger in my ear and twisted “The wet willy”. He went on to demonstrate pink indian arm burns and belly slaps and noogies. “You want to make sure they know their entire body can be used to train and humble them and not focus on just one part, even if you like assholes, which I think you do” Chris jammed a thumb up my ass while I was still bent over the toilet.

“Any questions so far?” Chris asked Mr. Dragovich about the lesson in discipline he was giving.

“Why do the girls let you do this to them?” Mr. Dragovich asked sincerely

“Good question! We make the girls answer affirmation questions to reaffirm their place and think about why this arrangement benefits them as well as us,” Chris ordered me into position one to answer Mr. Dragovich.

With my hair and face still wet from the toilet water I sprung into the familiar stance. “See how her legs are shoulder with apart and her tits are out? Head is straight and she keeps her hands placed on her ass cheeks so that you can see her bare asshole? Tell him why that is Cow Tits.” Chris explained first position.

“So that my owners can easily inspect my body, but also to keep my hands from mischief and to the purpose of humbling myself before them,” I answered as I had been taught.

“Also because we just like looking at their asshole,” Chris joked to Mr. Dragovich before inserting his dirty thumb into my mouth to be cleaned. I sucked it clean while he asked “What is a slut’s mouth good for again?”

“Sucking and swallowing Master,” I answered obediently around his thumb.

“And cleaning your shit off my thumb it seems,” He laughed and held out his clean thumb for Mr. Dragovich. “They are used to cleaning their own filth off the dicks and dildos that they get to play with all day long, so always make sure they take care of their training implements.” He added “Now Mr. Dragovich had a fairly good question, do you remember it slut or have you forgotten already?”

“The reason we agreed to this initially was payback for abusing my husband and son and treating them the way they treat us now. We have since lost our house and my car and gone into debt so we agreed to continue this way until we earn enough to get out of the hole we are in – for the good of the family Sir”

“Aww that is sweet,” Chris slapped me across the face hard. “The question was had you forgotten his question and you failed to answer it.” He turned to Mr. Dragovich “You have to teach them to focus on the question or order at hand and not let them anticipate. These girls are always thinking ahead and not focused on what they are learning. You know some students like that don’t you?”

“Indeed I do, Mr. Taylor, in fact I thought I gave you that critique last year as your guidance counselor?” the Principal mused.

“Yes, and it shows you that I listened because I brought your lesson home to the girls of my house,” Chris laughed and twisted one of my nipples. “I ask again did you forget the question you were asked?”

“No sir, I remember it,” I bit my lip in the exquisite pain caused by the nipple ring and his twisting and smushing of my tit.

“Go ahead and answer it then, slut” Chris released my chest and I obeyed.

“The reason we agreed to this initially was payback for abusing my husband and son and treating them the way they treat us now. We have since lost our house and my car and gone into debt so we agreed to continue this way until we earn enough to get out of the hole we are in – for the good of the family Sir”

The guys laughed at how serious I was being as I repeated the exact same explanation. I guess it was kind of funny from their perspective.

“What happens after you get out of this financial hole then?” Mr. Dragovich addressed me directly.

“Well, if I’ve been good after next weekend and I don’t have any more weights attached to my body then I guess I go back to normal and don’t have to be an obedient slut anymore Sir”. I said.

“WHAT? These girls are good earner, what you are doing?” Rahjid had not heard that before and I guess I let the cat out of the bag.

“The girls don’t have to remain your slave Rahjid. This is their choice to be obedient whores for you, it is over when we say it is over, is that clear?” Bill spoke and removed all chance for a rebuttal from Rahjid.

“So now that you’ve had a little warm up as training material for your newest key holder and gave notice to Master Rahjid you will only whore for him until next weekend if you’ve been good, how about we get on with your REAL attitude adjustment so you can get out and start earning like Ass face?”

“Yes Master, I am ready for my attitude adjustment,” That was fine by me.

“It doesn’t really matter if you are ready or not, you are going to get it. We need to keep your mind off going back to being a lazy, self-centered corporate executive next week and back on the task at hand – you understand, Slut?”

“Yes Master, I do and thank you for that,” I answered obediently –remaining in first position.

“You get a choice, you can either play jump the broom or a game of mousetrap. If you do well enough that is all you have to do and you walk out of here a good whore with just one weight,” Chris ever the Monty Haul game-master enjoyed making me pick behind his imaginary doors without knowing exactly what either one was.

I had a pretty good idea what jump the broom entailed and so I picked a game of mousetrap. I knew from being a little girl we would set up the elaborate board game and get bored long before we finished it and drop the plastic basket on the little mouse icon – it probably involved bondage of some kind.

“I will play mouse trap, Master” I said. I didn’t know what the rules were for Mouse Trap but I assumed they would be explained to me before I had committed.

“Oh goodie,” Chris held up a spring loaded wooden mouse trap. The cabana was a rodent’s paradise and there were probably dozens of those and roach motels all over the place.

“Oh! Can I switch to Jump the broom Master? Please?” I immediately panicked at the thought of a rat’s neck being broken by the weight of the heavy bar and what Chris intended to do with it.

“Oh look, she changed her mind? That is so cute, should we let our slut change her mind willy-nilly and accommodate her?” Chris looked around at the other guys who were slowly nodding no.

“Please sir? That could really hurt!” I was staring right at the big red “V” on the wooden mouse trap as my son held the spring mechanism down.

“Physical pain is something that is part of your daily life now, piggy. You do realize that, right?” Chris mocked me.

“Sir, Yes I know that but I think that is too much, please no?” I begged. I was near tears.

“Get your back against the wall and press hard like you are sitting down on an invisible chair,” Chris ordered and I obediently complied without hesitation.

“Keep it like that,” he blindfolded me with a wash cloth while I begged for him not to do this.

“My dick is like a Chinese finger trap, the more you struggle the harder it gets,” he snickered.

The position he had me in was beginning to hurt even after a few minutes. I could feel my abs straining and my back muscles.

“I taught you this in gym class when you were a freshmen didn’t I?” Mr. Dragovich mused.

“Indeed you did, when I couldn’t run laps anymore, you said it would give me washboard abs,” Chris laughed.

“Well I lied about that, obviously.” Mr. Dragovich laughed.

I heard the mouse trap spring shut and slam and I yelped and flinched.

As a result I was slapped across the tit hard for flinching and then Chris gave me a “frogger punch’ on the arm with two of his knuckles. “Don’t get froggy, you need an attitude adjustment and this is happening,”

The first mouse trap was sprung on my tits. It was much smaller than the one he had shown me. It hurt and felt like a bee sting or a sharp bite but once it was on it wasn’t so bad. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh look, she thinks she can handle it, a tough bitch, huh?” Chris sprung another on my other nipple and I was able to suck that up quite easily. The next went on my clit and I screamed. My son caught my tongue in his chubby fingers and attached a small mouse trap to it as well. That is when the pain became excruciating.

“Wow, a dick shaped tongue ring,” Mr. Dragovich laughed. I have to admit it probably did look funny dangling there on top of my pink tongue with my tongue stretched out of my mouth and me drooling and gagging.

They tried to spring the trap on my asshole and my clit but they couldn’t get it to stay on so after several attempts they just started putting them all over me. They would pinch a little fat on the side of my abdomen and let one snap. They put one on my shoulder and neck. I would have screamed but I was past screaming.

“Looks like she is going to fall,” I was rapidly losing the muscle power to prop myself up by forcing my back against the wall. (Try it sometime it is hard to do). “Here, let’s get the little baby a seat appropriate to a slut,”

I felt a cold sliver of metal enter my asshole. At first I thought it was my passport but it was much smaller and pointier. It was the tip of an umbrella. I couldn’t tell if they were smiling, angry, laughing or filming me with their cell phones –the darkness was heightening my sense of touch and humiliation.

“Nice tail, it would be cool to watch her pull something with the Umbrella handle – hook it to something,” Mr. Dragovich suggested with new-found enthusiasm for my misery.

“Yeah, or we could open it up wide once it gets all the way inside of her,” Chris laughed. I didn’t want to imagine how that would work – but my mind had already pictured it.

“Who owns you?” Chris asked me.

I mumbled as drool flecked down my chin from the mouse trap holding my tongue. My tongue had fallen asleep and gone numb from the pain.

He removed that one so that I could talk but I still had a lisp as I spoke. “You and your father own me, and you’ve allowed Rahjid to own me as well, Master”.

“You need attitude adjustments don’t you, cow tits?” Chris asked.

“Yes Sir, thank you for this” my body was electric and numb at the same time.

“Is there nothing too depraved and disgusting for you to do?” Mr. Dragovich took a turn asking me. It was a good question – one I had not been asked out loud.

I had to think about it for a moment. A hundred encounters from sucking dicks behind a fast food restaurant to sticking a cum filled condom up my asshole and delivering it to my pimp ran through my mind.

“There is nothing my owners have ordered me to do that I wouldn’t do Sir” I answered truthfully. I was starting to get feeling back in my tongue and control of my breathing now.

“That wasn’t the question,” Mr. Dragovich said.

“Then slap her tit and let her know about it” Chris reached out and slapped my tit for him.

“I asked you if there was nothing too depraved and disgusting for you to do, not would you do the things you have already done,” Mr. Dragovich clarified but his slap never came.

I was still blind folded and someone was playing with my nipples – making them super hard and teasing them with their fingers.

The pain from the mouse traps digging into my flesh while my muscles screamed in agony as I tried to hold a sitting position against the wall with a metal tip of an umbrella up my ass should have had me in tears – but I think I was past crying at this stage. The intense humiliation of what I was doing with my life and with whom I was doing it with – a stranger, my son, and husband and the stimulation of my nipples being teased and tormented made it near impossible to concentrate on the question at hand.

“I don’t think there is anything I would not do at this point, Sir,” I gasped. I was cumming – orgasming. I’ve not had a lot of full blown orgasms since this started – but this was definitely one. I am sure it was in part the emotional and physical destruction I had just faced while blindfolded. I began to spasm as I felt my cunt lips part and I could tell it was Bill’s cock that was entering me. I’ve had it enough times that I knew his smell and the feel of him right away.

He kissed my lips – full deep tongue kisses. He pushed himself up against me and held my arms above my head while he fucked me right there against the wall. I wasn’t sure if the other three men were watching and frankly I didn’t care. He had lit a fire in me and I felt completely powerless to stop the full flow of my orgasm. I was calling my husband’s name “Bill” over and over – he seemed to feed off my vulnerability.

In the end I found myself on the floor spasming – I had blacked out before it was all over. I could hear Chris laugh and tell me to get cleaned up after a swift kick to my ass.

“The female orgasm is like the hole in the donut. It does not exist – but yet it is there,” Rahjid was joking as the blindfold and mousetraps were removed from me. There was a tremendous sense of relief washing over me as I staggered into the bathroom. It was there that I was able to tap out most of this journal while I dried my hair and redid my makeup.

I think the men sensed I needed a little time to collect my wits after that complete mental and physical fucking I had received.

I walked out of the bathroom and only Bill and Chris remained.

“Good slut, I am going to remove the weight from your twat,” Bill said as he put his arm around my shoulder and caressed one of my bruises while Chris removed the weight with the snip of a pair of scissors. “Don’t think we won’t hesitate to add it back if you fuck up tonight,” he gave me a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

“Yes Master, of course not, I know you will,” I smiled. The kindness was unexpected. “Thank you Sir,” it was as if the shared pain and intensity of that experience had made us both grow so much closer. “May I put on my clothes so I can start working Sir?”

“Have you some cum to return to Rahjid?” Bill asked me impatiently.

If Bill had cum inside me – I hadn’t noticed. I felt intensely embarrassed that I hadn’t realized it. “In the intensity of the attitude adjustment I didn’t realize – did you cum inside of me Sir?” I felt it was safest just to go ahead and ask.

“Hahah, mom really pulled a Jamie,” Chris laughed about how I had looked when I orgasmed and made a face to mock the expression I must have made. I wanted to give him a lemony sour puss grin in return like Jamie would have but I was mentally exhausted and just accepted it.

“Should I get on all fours and wait for it to drip out Master?” I asked Bill who was just staring at me with silence. I felt a twinge of embarrassment that the thought of doing that for him now seemed so natural and normal to me – like I was becoming the well trained cum hound they said I was and not just playing along.

“No,” he said after a short pause to illustrate the fact that the conversation moved forward when he decided it did. “If someone eats you out tonight, I want them to taste me. Consider my cum lubricating that twat of yours a gift from me to you,” he said in a very matter of fact tone.

“Liquor in the front, poker in the rear,” Chris laughed. I used to be pretty good in English class but I, for the life of me couldn’t remember what it was called. I had to look it up after I typed up my journal – Malapropism is what it’s called when you do that.

“Get dressed pig, the night is wasting and I am sure Jamie has a few hundred on you tonight,” that prompted me to put back on the short skirt and ‘I love black cock’ shirt. Once I had it on he rushed me out the door into the cool night air.

I thought I saw Jamie hobbling back to the room as I was leaving but I saw a car slow up by the sidewalk and ran up to see if I could turn a trick.

“Hello sir, can I have a ride?” I asked. He seemed shy and I knew that was a good way to get in the car so we could talk business.

“You are too pretty – must be a cop,” he stuttered and drove off.

I blame that show “Cops” on TV for making so many people wary of the world’s oldest profession. This is just a business transaction between two consenting adults –right? Well my daughter isn’t quite an adult yet, but you get my meaning, don’t you?

I had a few more false starts like that one before a white Mercedes Benz pulled up and a handsome black man with a pretty blonde girl rolled down their window for me.

“Are you looking to party tonight?” they asked. That was a good line – I will have to remember to say that in the future to guys who stopped.

“I am not looking to party, but I am down to fuck if that is something you want, Sir?” I said.

They looked at each other and then back at me. “That bitch has the same collar on as the other girl, you think this is her momma?” he asked the blonde slut whose name I didn’t learn. I knew they must have run into Jamie.

“Yes Sir, you must have run into my daughter out here,” I was still bent over at the window trying to talk to them.

“That bitch be crazy, she… she broke off my earing,” the blonde girl pouted. That didn’t sound like Jamie at all. They drove off quickly without another word – leaving me wondering what had happened between them.

It wasn’t long before another car pulled up. This was the time of night that is the busiest and just standing out on the sidewalk can get you some decent traffic. I had seen a few other girls –not just Rahjid’s whores out and I nodded hello to them.

I was standing in front of a Church’s Fried Chicken when a blue 1980s Chevy Malibu pulled up at the light and honked at me. The man in the car looked familiar to me but I didn’t think anyyhing of it. He looked a little disturbed and angry.

“Are you looking to party, Sir?” I asked him with a smile – a new line I had just picked up.

“Wendy Taylor?” he looked at me with disbelief- he knew me and I was sure I knew him.

“Do I know you Sir?” my heart dropped down to the pit of my stomach. So many co-workers and neighbors knew of my fall from the suburbanite to slut but it always opened a fresh patch of humiliation when someone whose opinion of me I once valued learned of my fall from grace.

“You used to visit my church, get in,” he sneered. I should have taken that as a sign that something wasn’t right.

I did as I was told and went over the prices with him and asked him who he was.

“Deacon Dan,” I still wasn’t registering who he was when he introduced himself. “The wages of sin are prices that you will pay, just like your harlot of a daughter” he sped off into the night with me in the passenger side of the car and I suddenly felt more in danger than ever before.