Chapter One Hundred Thirty Seven

My Pain Is Our Gain

“I can’t speak for Ellen on this, Master – besides she has proven that she can speak for herself and has her own mind of what is and shouldn’t be,” Mom began by looking over at me as she made her appeal to my brother; and I knew then that this was likely not going to be a joke about finally letting go of our ass cheeks before they permanently hang open on their own.

I mentally prepared for whatever my mom was going to say with a little levity of my own by suggesting it. “Well thank you for the vote of confidence, mother dear.”

“I am serious Ellen, I know we have been playing little liars and dark hearted bitches but right now I am being brutally honest and I wanted to say what I have observed about you two before I did.” My mother paused to let that sink in before continuing.

“Your brother has proven he is capable of leading and you have proven you are capable of making difficult choices – in many ways. You have had admittedly tough choices. Life has thrown you some hard times and you’ve made something resembling lemonade out of the lemons you have been given. I wouldn’t have made the choices you have for you – but I see why you chose what you did, understand and accept them,” Mom almost made me tear up with her sincerity.

“Oh Jesus, you keep talking and this dildo shoved in my pussy is going to go limp,” Candy rolled her eyes with her voice and it actually only made my mother’s words that more profound. Conner shut her up with a slap to both ass cheeks and a hard twist of the dildo. He stuck his gym shoe in her mouth and forced her head down to lick it.

“I see all of that now, and since Conner has been so gracious as to finally come out and tell us about his peeping,” Mom continued and said that took a lot of courage. “I think he has proven he is also capable of being brutally honest. I think that is why now is the time to make my request.” My mother was being very serious and, while I could detect a little apprehension about this from her, she seemed very confident in what she was doing.

My brother had started us into this conversation by admitting he had a skeleton in his closet and sharing with us his dark secrets. I had some of my own and it looked like Mom was going to take my choice away soon by telling him about the donkey show. I wondered what he would think of me after that and my skin crawled with anticipation.

One thing was for sure that my mom had said – there was no normal after this.

“All I was saying earlier is that this is going to take a long fucking time?” Candy blurted out apologetically from below when she finished licking both of my brother’s shoes.

“You have nothing but time,” Mom answered her unsympathetically. “Patience is something you are going to learn the hard way by serving my son as his personal guinea pig for whatever sexual experiment he can come up with while you learn service, so Buckle up, Butter-cup.” She chuckled and surprisingly Candy shut up and looked straight ahead while remaining on all fours.

The boys in the fast food restaurant were watching us intently but I don’t think they could hear us. Even if they could I doubt my mother would have thought twice about having this conversation openly. They were certainly more interested in snapping pictures with their cell phones of our bare butts than anything else.

When my brother had told me he had made video of us around the house on webcams for years, I have to admit I felt not only betrayed but a little worried; that on thousands of dirty websites, my pictures and videos were probably being passed around of me in the house showering or undressing. I was equally worried when I realized his Nintendo DS, like everything else, had been stolen and someone had hours and hours of the footage on a single device.

It occurred to me though that in the past week I had paraded naked or nearly naked around the Buckman and even the local mall. And in this age of the cell phones, people had freely snapped pictures and videos and most likely uploaded them to every site with a lot juicier things; including me being fisted or fucking several guys. And there wasn’t much I could do to ever erase anything off the Internet.

I mean – it would be almost like someone could tell my entire story except in photographs if they wanted to. That was a lot more to worry about then some Nintendo DS sitting in a pawn shop somewhere that if a person bought it they may see a 4 inch screen with a naked girl that they didn’t even know on it.

Then again – why should I worry about the pictures? It was done now. There was no taking it off the Internet once it was on it. I knew that much. Even rich and powerful celebrities weren’t able to stop all the dirty pictures of them from circulating.

I told myself there were probably some celebrity women who just wanted to engineer those scandals just to give more life to a fading career! Half of them fading Disney starlets just tired of their ultra-squeaky clean image!

Even the girl who had played Hermione Granger in those Harry Potter movies could not bend the internet to her will and bring down the many photos of her flashing her ta-tas. A lot of people told me I looked like her – just with bigger tits. When I lived in Cherry Lawn they were polite enough not to add the part about Breast Size but in the Buckman I was told “That girl that got knocked up in Juno – except you got them slightly bigger boobs.”

I knew I would worry anyway – even if there was nothing I could do about it - that was just my nature. I probably wasn’t going to run for public election or anything soon; and the number of girls in my school alone who uploaded selfies standing in the bathroom with their boobs out, making duck lips, was probably more than half.

I fully expected Ted to tell us we had spent too much time already and to get in the truck – but I was able to process that worry and a dozen more like that in the time it took my mom to actually frame her request so we hadn’t actually been gone all that long – 30 minutes tops. They were unusually silent in the back of the parking lot, but I knew we didn’t have long before that would change. I wondered if they may just be sleeping.

“My request is very simple and I think once you hear it you will agree to my terms,” Mom began by asking if she could lower her feet flat to the ground and close her ass cheeks so she could face him.

“Sorry about that,” Conner chuckled that it did seem a little outlandish to still be standing naked in the parking lot, much less holding our asses apart. He gave me permission as well. “You’ve definitely earned a little bit of a rest,” he beamed with pride at us and asked if that was the entire request?

“No Master,” turning to face him she asked if he would never again apologize or say he was sorry to her.

My brother looked almost hurt and slightly confused at the brusque nature of the suggestion. “You always taught me personal responsibility and to accept responsibility when I am wrong,” Conner smirked.

“That is true, and I am sorry that I have to ask you to stop in my case, Master.” She looked actually disappointed, but more in herself than in him. “You see each time you apologize for slapping my ass or being hard on me, this becomes much harder for me. I can tell you feel guilty about what you are doing and you are worried and concerned about my feelings, and while I appreciate it – you are actually undermining your authority and my confidence in you as a Master. I don’t mind if you admit your mistakes, and I think that is the only way to learn, but I need you to stop being concerned about my feelings and to not extend me the curtesy of an apology, Sir.”

“Done,” Conner granted the request without as much as a second thought and asked if there was anything else.

“Thank you Master.” She said it was fine for her to apologize, because she was still expected to be respectful and accept responsibility for her actions – but to also make amends for them.

“That is a given, “Conner nodded in agreement.

Mom started to describe how we were packed like sardines in the back of the truck tits and chins pressed to the asses of the girl in front of us. I began to suspect Mom was going to reveal yet another family secret. I was still adjusting to the fact my brother was a voyeur who had been recording us in the shower for years: a willing subject in my mother, and unknowing subject in me. I didn’t want to hear any new dirt quite yet.

My mom had said patience was something we all needed to learn, so I quietly resolved to listen – for better or worse.

She described the moment when we were dropped off at the club completely naked in the parking lot (Chapter 125) that my brother had said that we needed to maintain discipline the entire time in case anyone hears us who is not in on the grift.

Conner clarified that he was under a lot of stress with all the girls questioning his authority. The other Masters were sitting up in the front of the cab and he had a lot of asses to slap and attitudes to check. He said she wasn’t making it any easier by being disobedient. “Sometimes mom, I just need you to shut up and go with it,” he told her.

Conner did admit he could have handled it better. “I know what you are probably going to say,” he said with an exasperated sigh that no one on the truck wasn’t in on the grift and he probably sounded like a whiny baby trying to maintain rules that didn’t really matter. “I get it, don’t be so fastidious and literal about some of this – have fun with it and kick asses when I need to.” He said that Ted and him had talked about it earlier because he had been coincidentally thinking about that confrontation as well. He said he wouldn’t break the agreement by actually apologizing but he would do better. “Ted told me to focus on the big picture and not sweat the small stuff,” he said.

“I don’t remember it quite like that, Sir,” Mom replied with a crisp almost military tone to her voice, as if speaking respectfully to a superior officer.

“You called me Mr. McBossypants or something,” he chuckled and reminded her how she had told him what we were doing in the truck wasn’t part of a grift and she had something important to tell us. “I didn’t know you wanted to tell me about what was happening with Dad,” he nodded as he spoke with an understanding tone.

“I don’t want to contradict you, Master,” Mom took a few seconds to formulate a response. She was clearly thinking about her words very carefully. “I do have to though.” She said those weren’t exactly her words when she confronted him, but that he did get the spirit of it. “I was a little freaked out because I wasn’t sure if you two would panic when you heard your father had basically abandoned us,” she said.

Candy laughed and said, “As much as y’all bitch – I don’t blame him.” Conner gave her a swift kick to the ass and yanked the leash he had attached to her collar, causing her to jerk upwards with a yelp.

“I don’t think you know what I was going to say at all, and while some of Ted’s advice about looking at the big picture is good advice for a leader – it is the small details that you check that make you different than him,” she was paying my brother a compliment although he didn’t seem to take it that way.

“I was definitely in the wrong in undermining you around the other girls and I am sorry about that. This is going to be my only source of income for a while, and with you as Master – I need to support you in that role not tell you off when it suits me,” she admitted with loving eyes and a submissive tone that promised she would make every attempt to keep her word.

She said that while he shouldn’t apologize to HER that she definitely would need to learn to properly give an apology and looked directly at me and said that I did it very well – much better than her. I was really quite flattered and smiled broadly.

Mom made an invisible curtsy by pulling up an imaginary skirt and said, “Master I apologize for saying that you could be Boss Man when we get home and insisting that I talk out of turn no matter what the reason. That was rude, uncalled for, and disrespectful.” She admitted that it made his job as leader that much more difficult when other’s doubt he can keep one of his own family members in line. She said that given his new agreement with Candy – it put him at risk for being a pussy boy.

Conner grinned at my mother’s joke about being a pussy boy. She had clearly meant every word, but the last part sounded like she introduced a little levity into a difficult conversation.

Mom told him that today she was confused by the play acting, “I did my best to play along.” She said that at the club the girls all play acted as well. “In the front, the girls pretend to like the fat, balding men with man-boobs and fat wallets, and that is really all that needs to happen for them to fork over their cash,” she said.

“In the back room, we put on shows – it has to be a little more exotic and interesting. We don’t have to learn or memorize any lines, but that’s because most of these women aren’t capable of that,” she laughed. “The big difference though is that these plays aren’t very inventive and they are definitely not interactive – the audience watches and we perform,” she explained.

“And you had to interact today with me as your Master, and that was hard,” Conner nodded his head trying to anticipate again where she was going with her request.

“Yes, it was hard, Master,” mom was trying politely to keep him from reaching conclusions before she finished what she had to say. “Our pain, the service and submission though- that is our ticket out of the Buckman. We can make enough money to get a place and as far away from here as possible. It is hard, but without you running things it would be twice as hard.”

“So your pain is our gain,” Conner summarized what she was saying in a short sentence. The three of us benefit from this because in the end we get out of the Buckman.

“Forgive me, Son,” this was the first time she called him something other than Sir or Master tonight. “You admitted something hard to me and I need to tell you something,” she paused before saying, “I have fucked you EVERY night – Every night Conner.”

I couldn’t help but think to myself that Conner had started a snowball effect, letting the cat out of the bag on his dirty little secret as a peeping tom. I wished right then for Candy to interject one of her sassy, southern sayings to introduce a little levity into that moment because I had no idea where Mom was going with this.

My brother was stunned until Mom explained that as part of the show they make her go on stage with two midgets named Ellen and Conner. He didn’t correct her about calling him Sir or Master. He listened patiently and prompted her to continue because he knew that was not all that Mom had to say tonight.

“Jesus, that’s a fucking coincidence and a half,” Candy commented with a snorting laugh that they shared the same name as us. The freckle faced cutie had been born with looks and developed street smarts, but she could be as dumb as her sister on things like this.

“No, it’s probably some sadistic bastards’ idea of a funny joke?” Conner seemed much more sympathetic to mom’s plight. He was examining the burn marks on mom’s chest – handling her like a pet owner might examine a wounded pet. “They sure did a number on you now that I look at you in the light,” he observed.

Mom brushed off the pain and told him it was uncomfortable but nothing that would kill her before continuing with her explanation. “Actually, it was kind of my own fault,” Mom explained quickly how when she first got there she was working the main room and after she got into a fight and couldn’t pay her debts to the club in fines they put her in the backroom.

“Shit, that’s all it takes to get into the backroom? I should have been there years ago,” Candy laughed.

Mom didn’t disagree. She continued explaining how every performer had a skill. “That black woman you saw can pop golf balls out of her pussy on command and clap her ass cheeks back and forth in musical rhythm. She can move her tits and shake her rump to different songs. There are women who put firecrackers in their pussy and fire roman candles over the audience,” Mom explained.

“I thought that was fucking gun fire,” Candy told Conner he could do that to her. “I mean don’t shove an M-80 up my ass, but you know what I mean,” Candy smirked that she thought it would look cool if done correctly. “I’ve always liked rhinestones and fireworks – that’s a country song in the making,” she said.

“My son will shove his hand up your ass and work your vagina inside out like a hand puppet if he wants too, slut,” Mom promised with a stern growl and then said she had been quiet while she made her deal with him and to offer her the same curtesy.

“I have to be nice to Master Conner,” Candy corrected and said that included nothing about being nice to other bitches.

“Let my mom talk, slut,” my brother kicked Candy hard in her shapely ass. She considered herself fat like her sister – but both women were healthy examples of country women with very curvy figures. Candy had tear-drop tits that weren’t nearly as big as her sister’s jumbo-jets; but they both had pert, lily-white bubble butts.

“Yes, Master, Candy pouted in agreement.

Mom cut to the point and said that in her show she was to play a MILF. Conner knew that meant “Mother I’d like to fuck”. She said that Skinny had taken one look at her and said “You look like that woman from that Ray Romano show – you know?”

Mom had said “Everybody Loves Raymond?” because she had been told for a long time how much she bore a resemblance to the actress Patricia Heaton.

“No, everybody FUCKS Raymond,” Skinny had laughed at his pun and described the show she would be in as something of a porn version parody. Mom said they just lost a dancer who was a dead ringer for June Cleaver in a show they called “Everybody is hard on the Beaver”.

“How did they lose her?” Conner asked with his infinite nerd-like curiosity about details.

Mom didn’t see how it mattered but she told him that what she had heard was that the woman’s husband found out and got jealous. He had confronted them about it and after they beat his head in sideways she quit “for no reason” – Skinny had thought that last part was extremely funny.

She said that initially the son was named Raymond and the daughter had a different name and she couldn’t keep them straight. “The son wasn’t even named Raymond on the show – it didn’t even make sense,” she complained. Mom explained how she kept forgetting the character names and questioning the implausibility of the script. Skinny didn’t really care if the story made sense and said he would name the characters anything – as long as she wouldn’t forget.

“So it was my suggestion actually,” Mom admitted, while looking nervously at us for a reaction of shock and horror. Conner and I did not seem shocked and mom said again, “So I told them to name them after you – Conner and Ellen – because I was too stupid to remember any other names,” she looked horrified.

Mom’s mea culpa over this was going over my head. It may have been late at night and I was tired, but it took her telling me a third time why this should outrage me.

“I was in a show about a mother fucking her kids while her husband is at work and I CHOSE to name them after you. I suggested and gave your names to the manager of the strip club and then participated in hour long plays where I licked a woman’s pussy that I had just pretended were my real-life daughter – don’t you think I am absolutely shameful and disgusting?”

“Sorry, you can punish me if you want. but I gotta say,” Candy laughed, “I saw you lick your daughter’s ACTUAL pussy myself tonight!”

“Yes, but that was after I had pretended and play acted on stage myself for the amusement of customers. I could have said little Suzi Q and Bobby Brady or Jimmy and Jane but I gave them your names and then every time I pretended they were you – the image of your real faces came to my mind,” she still sounded ashamed and surprised we were not angry.

“Mom, you said it yourself,” I finally interjected and told her that she had said that I did what I needed to do earlier when she was talking about me. “The same is true for you, Mom; you did what you needed to do for that show and I don’t mind that you thought about me. I guess I’d be more worried if you pretended her name was Ellen and you didn’t think about me,” I was trying to add some humor to this serious discussion but Mom didn’t smirk or smile.

“What Ellen is trying to say,” my brother spoke for me and I was relieved, “is that you have nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you were very brave to be able to get up there and do that show every night. I am proud of you, Mom.” Conner told her that we all had to do dirty-things we are a little ashamed of. “I sometimes feel very dirty for getting a boner over feeling you up or punishing you both. I’ve found myself enjoying it and I feel like you guys are suffering for all this money while I get to whip your asses and watch you sucking dicks and that you’ll feel it isn’t fair.” Conner added that he was worried that if Dad found out, what would he think of him not protecting his mom but actually selling her to some Latin women who shocked the shit out of them with a zap gun he provided them.

“I don’t know and I don’t care what he would think, Master!” Mom said with an angry flash on her face. I was actually surprised to see her talk bad about the man she had been supportive of and loved for so many years, but he had gone without explanation. I hadn’t reached that point that I was angry with him for running away – but I was definitely getting there.

“You didn’t run like he did – so no, I don’t feel the least bit angry at you. I’d be surprised if you could see us doing all these dirty things and not get turned on, Master.” She said that it would be better he got some enjoyment out of it than mortification.

“Yeah, just think, if you were one of those fuddy, duddy types who liked soft tender caresses and true-love, teddy bear stories,” I teased my brother. There had been a couple older men at the pool who refused to have anything to do with our humiliation simply because they had no taste for it. I thought back on how confused they seemed when my brother brought up our discipline to them. I think I was more frustrated we wasted a sales pitch on them, only to hear them preach to us that it was not their cup of tea and shame on us for being so brazen.

The guys who had quietly said no and sat back down I had no problem with. It was the ones who wanted to look at us cavorting around the pool with our naughty bits popping out of the swimsuits but then say they had no interest at all that got my goat.

“So what is it you want exactly?” Conner tried to focus my mother on spitting out her request. She was normally pretty direct, but she seemed to be having trouble framing her reason for even asking. “If it helps, you can drop the protocol and just talk like you used to do before this all began,” Conner gave my mom permission like it was really his to give – which is funny because if she spoke like she used to then he wouldn’t have that authority.

“No, I won’t, Master,” Mom told him stubbornly. She saw the look of confusion on his face and told him that she wanted to ask for two things now. “I had started wanting one but I think now I need to ask for two things, Sir,” Mom said.

Conner folded his arms across his chest and told her that it was just like a woman to start out wanting one thing and then realize she wanted two. He was joking and mimicking the way Ted complained about women as he did, but he was clearly fine with hearing my mother out completely.

“I want you to help me take this seriously, Master,” Mom explained that she really hadn’t been; and once again apologized with a silent curtsy as she explained that she had been play-acting like she did at the club. “I was just rolling with this today like it was something out of the back room at the Landing Strip. I just pictured you as the Conner from my show and Ellen as the girl who played her character, and when it suited me I put this away completely,” Mom sounded like it should be obvious why that was wrong.

She also went over the many times she had brushed him off, including in the truck, and how she had been afraid to take him seriously. “I kind of thought if I gave you too much power and respect today that you would turn into a monster, but I realize now that by being stingy with my compliance how hard I make it for you to control the other girls. They see you give me special privileges and think they can get one over on you as well,” Mom said.

She apologized for making his work harder and promised to make it up to him if he will grant her request. “I need you to keep the discipline going continuously, like you are now, Sir.”

Conner cocked an eyebrow with a variation on his classic logical Spock expression. Only this time he was the amused Mr. Spock with a curious expression and a little curve of a smile of fascination.

“When you stay consistently in charge and don’t let me snap back to my old self then it’s easier for me to take this seriously and respond as I did just now for that Spanish couple,” she explained, continuing that it had been helpful that he hadn’t felt sorry for her and she really had no choice but to give it her all.

“It was a very convincing performance, Mom,” Conner asked her if she was sure.

“I can’t tell you that I am sure, because I am having a hard time believing I’d ask you to treat me like your whore, but I need you to believe I really do the things you say I do – lie, cheat, steal, drink and spend money, get my nails done and say hurtful things about people, play with people’s emotions.” She told him that some of it was actually true – especially in her past.

“So if I make you get down on all fours and crawl back to the truck then you’d do it without complaint?” Conner’s question was more of a confirmation that he understood how far Mom would be pushed.

Mom answered him by quoting something she heard Maw-Maw say to Ted. “I WANT to submit obediently – if you told me to crawl like this to J-street tonight I would do as I am told and not complain. My regret is not learning of the ways that worked in the past until it was too late – that kept the womenfolk of the house in line and placed the men as heads of the household. We would have a lot fewer problems if I had been properly disciplined while you grew up. I became a bitchy, self-absorbed, out of touch cunt and failed to set the proper example for my daughter or my son on how a proper bitch behaves herself – I am sorry, Master! May I crawl now for you?”

“Apology not accepted,” Conner was grinning as he recognized mom’s speech being a version of the one Maw-Maw gave that was so moving. “You will have to earn that from me and I don’t forgive easily. Your submission is a start though,” Conner pointed his finger down to the ground and said she was right in asking – “It’s where bitches like you belong.”

“That is a question I have for you, Master,” Mom asked as she got down on her hands and knees carefully taking up a position next to Candy with her palms flat, ass up and legs spread. “I don’t know if you want me to be a willing, compliant Pet or a reluctant, brat who selfishly thinks only of herself and bitches all the time, Sir,” she asked.

“Both,” Conner explained as he attached a short chain leash he happened to be carrying in his cargo pants to the collar he had given her. “I want you to be a good little whore and pet,” Conner explained that he wanted her to still show him that bratty side – especially around new tricks so that he could beat it out of her. “You are going to admit you know you need this treatment and that you deserve it – even though you don’t like it,” he informed her.

“That should be easy because that’s fairly close to the truth,” Mom answered looking straight ahead and waiting for my brother to finish clasping the leash.

He asked her to tell him the second request and she said that given his deal with Candy she had a vested interest in seeing him remain her Master.

“Your bet with Candy,” she explained that if he lost the bet that he would volunteer to be a Pussy Boy.

Conner confidently shrugged it off and told her not to worry about it. He had every intention to deliver her the training that would work. “I am going to train you just as hard sometimes,” Conner promised.

“All the time, Sir,” Mom said that if he truly felt pity for her situation, that he would keep her in discipline continuously. “If you only do it sometimes, then I will start to realize it’s all just a charade and revert back to my old self; and that makes it twice as hard. You have no idea how hard it was to snap back to this once I got out of the club tonight, Sir,” she admitted.

“You did fine,” Conner petted my mother on the head and rubbed behind her ears softly. She seemed to actually enjoy it and smiled up at him. “You understand though I am going to run this other little cunt through the ringer and beat her fat little ass like a drum?” he asked.

“Yes Master, I can take whatever she can,” Mom said with a quiet self-assurance and when Candy harumphed and bumped her butt into mom she bumped right back. “I would like it very much if you give me an opportunity to demonstrate tomorrow just how obedient and slutty I can be, Sir,” she said proudly.

“Your only reason for doing this is that you just don’t want a chance to revert back to normal?” Conner was rightfully skeptical.

“That is a very perceptive question, Master,” Mom admitted there was more to her request and that she found some of this cathartic. “I hate to admit it, because I was a dyed in the wool liberal feminist, but some of what Ted talks about when he says keeping the womenfolk in line with punishment and spankings actually does work. Those introspective affirmations you do with Ellen where you make her answer questions and look at herself and what she is doing. They hold up a mirror to the monsters and secrets and flaws and make us really look at them as others may – more critically than they would. You don’t let her, or even the fantasy version of her as this spoiled brat, get away with giving half-answers. That really made me think about my own actions. I think getting the snot beat out of me at times has actually made me LESS snotty!”

“So getting the shit beat out of you will make you less shitty, then,” Candy slammed her hip into my mother’s hip again hard and almost knocked her over before my mom gave her one back, but actually agreed.

“Something like that,” Mom said that she wasn’t doing this to get initiated into some biker club or prove how bad-ass she was to her father. “I am doing it for the money,” she admitted.

“Well Hell’s Bell’s – I am doing it for that too!” Candy admitted that she was going to do it for a cut of the money.

“In a week you are done and then you are off to your biker club,” Mom said that this was our ticket out of the Buckman and it would be a ONE-WAY NO RETURN ticket if she had anything to say about it.

“Fuck a week,” Candy said she was down to do it just as long as my mom was.

“You are not,” Mom disagreed and argued that as soon as her mom and sisters were traded back for Maw-Maw she would be back at home to get initiated.

“Don’t tell me what I will and won’t do!” Candy promised she would serve as long as Mom did and then added reluctantly, “Unless Daddy says I can go through initiation.”

Mom realized she had won the argument and continued to explain that the other reason was something Maw-Maw had said that had stuck with her. She described a time when Maw-Maw had been tied up in the yard. “Her grandkids were hanging off her tits, hiding her false teeth, she had gnats all in her face and sweat dripping down her body and every reason to go inside and hide. Her son wouldn’t have made her come back out if she didn’t want to stay out there,” Mom had a kind of reverence for the commitment Maw-Maw had shown by staying right there naked in the front yard in front of a neighbor she once dated.

She told him Daisy had stood out on the lawn (Ch. 93) and challenged Ted’s perception of her with absolute bravery.

Mom also quoted Maw-Maw saying, “You can hit my ass, my pussy, spank my tits as often and as hard as you dare! – but first show me who is boss and slap me across my mouth – do it hard as you can.” She looked up at Conner.

He had hit my mom many times on the tits and ass but never across the face. He hesitated for a moment and I saw a tear roll down her cheeks.

-WHACK-

Conner gave her a swat on the ass and when Mom looked disappointed that he hadn’t taken the swing to her face. As she looked at him again, he slapped her hard leaving a red handprint across the face.

Mom’s head spun to the left and she spit on the sidewalk underneath her before looking back at him and thanked him submissively. “A good woman makes your cock hard, not your life,” she told Conner, reciting Maw-Maw’s family proverb just as she said it when Maw-Maw said the same thing to Ted.

“Damn, that’s good! I need to get a belt buckle that says that,” Candy laughed.

“The only belt you are wearing is my strap on your ass, slut!” My brother’s eyes flashed like a blue storm at her.

“It’s for Daddy! Not me,” Candy said defensively -switching from her flippant, devil-may care bratittude to one of fear for my brother’s reaction.

“There are more of those swats for both of you if you want them,” Conner told them both. I felt odd, like a fly on the wall that was being ignored, but I was too stunned to even speak up.

“It’s not what I want Master – it is what I need; and that is for you to decide from this day forward. Do I need another or not?” I remembered Maw-Maw saying almost the same thing my mother did on her front lawn.

“Both of you scrape those fat tits against the sidewalk,” Conner kicked their legs apart wider and told them to learn to crawl properly. “Men want to see your assholes and pussies, not a little thigh-gap. Stop teasing and being so stingy with them,” Conner told them both they had used their pussies like credit cards to charge anything they wanted. “Now, you will learn to use them the same way, except to pay off the debt you ran with your mouth!”

“Yes Master, does it belong to you?” Mom asked while compliantly complying with his wishes and widening her stance so that she’d barely be able to crawl – fully exposed. There was no missing her wet pussy and pink, puckered asshole- even in the dark.

“Does what belong to me?” Conner must have remembered the question Ted asked and wanted Mom to spell it out for him explicitly.

“My cunt and asshole – is it yours now? Do you OWN me, Master?” Mom asked in a submissive voice, but couldn’t hide her nervous excitement.

“I’ve owned it – it belongs to me,” Conner answered her question proudly, like he was claiming her as his personal property. I was just an outside observer while the two of them worked out this new arrangement and I wasn’t sure HOW to feel about it. On one hand I was surprised my mother was so willing to submit now; and I was even more shocked that I was strangely jealous of how self-assured she was that this was for the best and the only way out of the Buckman for us.

“Why does it belong to me? Why are you mine?” Conner asked her seriously.

“I don’t want to belong to Ted or Catfish, Sir!” Mom smiled proudly and it was obvious she was serious but at the same time seemed to be enjoying the question and committing herself this way to Conner.

“You still have to serve them if I say so,” Conner reminded her.

“I know Master and I don’t mind that, but I don’t want you to have to be a pussy boy any more than I want Ellen to feel she has to serve like me now,” Mom explained as she looked right into my eyes. “You could quit now – there is no one requiring you to do this and you don’t owe any money,” she told me that I could be one of the ones in control if I wanted.

It seemed highly improbable they would allow me any authority, but she was right – I really had nothing preventing me from dropping out or setting my own terms – and even being a boss. The idea though seemed ludicrous to me.

Conner asked if she was done begging for his instruction and authority, and whether or not Mom was ready for him to spit on her ass to seal the deal – the way he had with Candy earlier.

“You can spit on my asshole all you like Master, but I have not made my second request,” Mom made sure to be explicit in her offer. The two women had just bargained away their freedom to my brother. Candy for the respect from her father and Pea-Pod and to prepare her to be a bad-ass Biker; and my mom – I still wasn’t sure if this was just about money or not. She had really surprised me tonight in so many ways that everything was a wild card.

My stomach flipped nervously as she prepared her second request.