Chapter Thirty-Five

Fifty Shades of GAH-AY!

“PASTOR GARY!!” Ted knew the man walking through the plastic beads from the hallway of porn-stalls that separated this half of the store from its “Tobacco product” cousin.

We had all pretty much known it would do no good to ask to insert the curved, thumb-shaped butt-plugs in privacy. I had hoped, given the remoteness of the store, that we would be the only ones in here. I had been wrong.

He was tall and his blonde hair was a mess. His face was haggard and cracked by the wind and time. He was probably only forty-years old but he looked much, much older. He had big front-teeth that made him look a lot like the actor Gary Busey. He was wearing only a beige trench-coat and some sneakers with socks.

He seemed confused when he heard someone calling his name and looked over to where we were. “I haven’t been called Pastor in a long time,” he said somberly. His voice and eyes were that of a man who had been beaten by life and no longer wanted to live.

He turned around some shelves and saw Crystal in her bra and panties and Savannah in ass-less chaps. They had both already inserted their plugs. He saw Lloyd and me with our skirts down still working ours in.

“Savannah!” he said with surprise “And your lovely Mother, Chrystal – right?” his blue-eyes flickered back to life as his smile broadened.

He shook Ted’s hand without looking at him – his eyes never leaving Savannah.

“I am just here getting fitted for a butt-plug by my Step-Dad, Sir,” Savannah’s tone was laced with the ironic humor of how absurd that sounded when she said it very plainly.

Pastor Gary didn’t seem to notice what she said. He was just staring at her nearly hairless slit in the chaps. “How is everything else going?” he said in a trance-like state.

“Well,” Savannah pivoted on her right hip and he followed her peach-like clit with his eyes, “Today I won a perfect asshole contest. I guess that was probably the highlight of my day. How about you?”

He was breathing heavily and responded by making a “hunn-hunnn-hunn” noise as he sucked in air over the mucus in his throat.

“You don’t sound so good, Pastor Gary,” Crystal observed with a mixture of disgust, disdain and pity.

“I don’t go by Pastor Gary any longer. You are probably aware of the unfortunate set of circumstantial evidence that was brought against me, which caused my fall from grace in the church,” he had a very down-to-earth homey southern accent and just then I could picture him using it to preach the gospel.

“You certainly haven’t let it get you down, Sir,” Crystal was being sarcastic and she clearly didn’t think he was still a pastor when she ironically added, “A lot of clean living!”

“Yeah,” Savannah teasingly piled on, “You don’t seem like a total pre-vert at all. I don’t know where the people would even get such an idea!”

I asked Ted if I could pull my skirt up now while they talked. Pastor Gary took an interest in me.

“Hello my child,” he offered his grubby hand. I didn’t know where his hand had been but I took it anyway. “I did not see you at the youth group before – what is your name?”

“Ellen, Sir,” I admitted and had to take my hand back, politely but forcefully.

“Are you a fornicator and a sinner?” he smiled as if he was hoping I would say yes.

“That is why they are here, Reverend,” Ted interrupted before I could answer. “My niece Ellen has fallen under the sway of evil spirits. I am trying to shame her and teach her righteous living.”

The man seemed pleased and not overly surprised to see us standing like this before him. He was clearly perverted and taking a lot of joy in it – but he didn’t question why were like this at all and that surprised me.

The Pastor regarded my bare-ass by looking behind me and commented only, “The parts of the body that have done the most sinning should be the focus of atonement.” After looking at my ass he looked at my face. “I don’t believe I’ve met you either, but you have the face of an angel,” Pastor Gary reached out to take Lloyd’s hand. He squinted his eyes and asked “Lloyd is that you?”

My cousin had been more than a good sport about putting on make-up and dressing like a girl. I don’t think he enjoyed the act itself, but he did seem to like the reaction he was getting when he shocked people.

“It’s Lola now Sir,” Lloyd said with a goofy grin. My cousin took his hand with a silly smile and didn’t try to change his voice in the least.

Pastor Gary looked him up and down and shook his head when he saw that Lloyd had no visible wiener. “I thought you were Crystal’s son?” he asked with a confused expression.

“I am, Sir,” he pointed to his mother, talking and standing exactly like he always did, “I came out of her vagina.”

“THAT Vagina? I was all UP in that shit, last night,” Ted patted Crystal’s cotton panties in the front and smiled at the ex-preacher in a futile effort to goad Lloyd into getting upset with him.

“I must go pray for a while and contemplate the true nature of evil,” Gary was in a hurry to get away from us all of a sudden. I think he enjoyed what he saw a little TOO much, because he was also touching himself through his trench-coat.

Gary hobbled over to the counter and bought some tokens before returning to the booths. We heard him quoting a bible passage over and over. Mathew 5:27-34 “If you even look at a woman with lust in your heart then you have committed the sin of adultery. Pluck your eye out and throw it away- better that then eternity in hell. If your have touched her then cut off your hand – better that then eternal punishment for wicked, wicked thoughts!”

I could see there was some past history, with Crystal and her kids and the pastor, in how they looked at him with distrust. Ted didn’t seem to have the same issue.

“Ho-Hum,” Ted sighed. “That was boring!” Ted told us once Pastor Gary had shuffled off to his porn booth we could get dressed. He sent Conner out to the car to get a box of plain dominos. “I wanted to show you this tomorrow, when I go over the new training plan, but you might as well get used to this now.”

“Your job is to entertain your betters,” Ted told us, “and you are doing a shitty job.”

“How is entertaining you supposed to educate us and make us less bitchy, Sir?” Crystal made a good point.

“Do you want to entertain me?” Ted asked without answering her question.

“I won’t bullshit a bullshitter – not particularly Sir,” Crystal answered truthfully. “I am doing it because we lost a bet.”

“A bet that had me sucking the dick of your best friend, Sir!” Savannah interjected in agreement.

“Then the reason is fucking simple,” Ted answered dismissively. “As a bitch you don’t want to entertain the man of the household – your betters. You want to do whatever you want and cavort around having fun. You will learn to entertain me and be a good little slut. We’ve been over this and we’ll keep going over it until you get it. I own your stinky-little asses until Sunday. At which point, you will have a crap-load of cash, some sore asses and probably a better attitude. Why is this so hard?”

He waited for a response, but our being quiet told him he had our attention.

Ted told us we would be starting with a Domino that has 4 pips on it except for Savannah who gets 5. Each time we do something that impresses him we gain pips and each time we roll our eyes or bore him, we would be punished and lose pips.

Mine was a 4-0, Crystal had a 2-2 and Lloyd got the 3-1 Domino.

“What do we get for the pips?” Savannah asked skeptically. She looked like a cow-girl in her blouse and cowboy chaps – a cowgirl with nothing covering her ass and pussy.

“You get?” Ted looked at her as if the thought had never crossed his mind. “You get the honor of having the most pips. You are competitive aren’t you? Just get the most.”

“It only works if there is something we get out of it,” Savannah squinted one eye at Ted.

“I thought you would say that,” he nodded and smiled. He introduced Ted’s Bitch Ranking System:

Top Bitch – Top bitch gets to punish the other bitches, she gets rewarded for telling on the other bitches. Top bitch gets to sleep in the bed, gets to eat the best food, gets to wear what she wants (but she should dress to entertain Ted). Top bitch is the ‘leader’ and can order around the bitches as long as it does not countermand Ted’s orders. She still washes cars but she is not going to have to work as hard as the others.

The Top Bitch gets a larger share of the money earned while she is top bitch.

Regular Bitch – A regular bitch falls in the middle. The higher your pips the more privileges you might have, “But don’t expect anything unless humiliation, pain and hardship is what you expect.”

Bottom Bitch – The lowest scoring bitch is going to have it the hardest. She is going to wear a larger butt plug, she is going to eat off the floor, she is going to sleep on the floor, she is going to crawl on the floor, SHE… can be teased by all the other bitches. “This will motivate you to not want to be bottom bitch!”

Bottom bitch gives blowjobs, hand-jobs, and any other nasty task that Ted can think of and bottom bitch better like it or she gets punished.

Ted held up the plug for the “Bottom bitch”. I expected it to be a big black rubber cock or something. It was a slender, purple rubber rod, almost a foot long with tiny round spheres that grew increasingly larger at the base. “The bottom bitch wears this up to the number of pips she has. If you have 4 pips, then you can have four of these balls hanging out of your ass. If you have none – then it goes all the way up to the rim!”

Ted made a circle with his fingers and put the plug through the loop until it got stuck with the biggest ball and he said, “Oh no! what’s this..pop..pop..pop..motherfuckers!”

Then he waved it around for us to see it dangle – it took on a more menacing aspect once I realized how it would be used and had time to envision it.

“Right now Savannah, you are my top bitch,” Ted flipped her a domino with 5 pips on it and then handed us ours when Conner returned. He gave Savannah two black bandannas that she was to fold and stick into her belt like a loin cloth –one in front and one in back.

The bottom bitch gives up 50% of any money earned to the Top Bitch while she is bottom bitch. This does not affect previous earnings.

Ted also informed us that it was non-negotiable - he would be hanging on to our money until Sunday. “Anyone who tries to welch on the bet will lose all their earnings and it will be split up amongst the rest of us. If you want to spend your money between now and then, you will come to me and I will decide if you can.”

Crystal started to balk at the stipulation that he hang on to our money, but Ted shushed her. He put his finger to her lips and made her quiet down before continuing, “This shouldn’t be a problem UNLESS you planned not to complete the bitch training. You did plan to keep your word didn’t you?”

Crystal nodded that she did and Ted took his finger away from her lips. He told her, “Besides – unless I had you shove it up your ass you don’t have any place to keep it, and your ass is already occupied.”

He told her that he was using HIS money to invest on all this “shit” and that we should be grateful to him that it was his genius that was going to make us all rich as “shit” and I felt like telling him I didn’t give a “shit” but I thought he would probably punish me right here.

Savannah was grinning and her blue-eyes were beaming. I couldn’t believe all it took was a 5-pip domino to keep Savannah happy. Her eyebrows were raised and her pert little nose was stuck up like a princess, as she barely contained her sense of satisfaction with her smile.

I have to admit I could not explain my sudden desire to take the smug look of satisfaction off my cousin’s face and be top bitch.

“We haven’t decided who the bottom bitch is going to be,” Ted told us that before we leave the store it can be anyone of us. “So you better start kissing asses, bitches!” Ted continued loading up his cart with a variety of cuffs, metal bars, paddles, dildos, and mostly very gaudy items for a bachelorette party. He had several boxes that he did not show us.

Ted also insisted I buy an entire fishbowl of clearance dildo key-chains. There had to be over 350 in there and they had been marked down to 20 cents each. Ted was convinced he could sell them to people at the car wash. There were little plastic butts and tits mixed in there too, all hanging from a little chain attached to a ring. You might wonder what kind of person puts their keys on such a ring. They may have to take them out in front of friends, family, at work, their wives, at school – any place where it might cause embarrassment. I would have wondered that too if I had ever heard of such a thing as a dick-shaped keychain before coming to the Buckman, but now that I had met Ted – I know exactly who would buy such a thing.

I was the one who had to go up and pay for all of this. The hippy girl behind the counter did not seem surprised that I was buying so many dildos and even smiled at me when she looked at some of them, “You will really like the Jazz Jackrabbit. I have one of those.”

I wanted to say the Jazz Jackrabbit was not for me – but in my mind, I knew this stuff might just be! We had easily over 400 dollars’ worth of adult-stuff. There was even a bucket that said “Tub O’ Fun” and I had no idea what it contained. It certainly wasn’t the kind of ‘fun’ I was used too!

Ryan didn’t say a word to me in the store. I was tempted to apologize, but the die was already cast. I didn’t want to give him false hope and I was really not interested in him romantically.

“Shouldn’t the top bitch not have to wear this thumb up her ass, Sir?” Savannah offered a question and picked at her ass with her finger to adjust it. She was top bitch and for now she’d fight for any comfort she could get in that role.

“The top bitch should want that magnificent asshole trained to clench and hold something tight, she wants it to perform tricks, she wants it to remind her why and how she got to be top bitch. You saying you are too much of a little chicken to wear a plug the size of my thumb up your ass?” Ted answered rapid fire.

Savannah hated to be called a chicken and it didn’t work all the time to get her to do something – but in this case it did. She nodded and accepted the outfit she had on asking “When we get to the toy store, can buy a holster and some plastic guns for this, Sir?”

“That isn’t a bad idea. I got some ideas of shit I can do with Legos! We need to stop by the toy store too.” Ted seemed inspired and started thinking out loud.

“You have Legos at home, Sir!” Crystal’s tone wasn’t challenging him – just reminding Ted.

“Those are fucking Mega Bloks,” Ted told Crystal he was tempted to take away a pip just for not knowing the difference.

I wondered why a grown man like Ted would have a collection of Legos or Mega Bloks at home. Even Conner had outgrown those years ago – at least I think he had. I hadn’t gone into his room in years when we lived in Cherry Lawn unless I couldn’t avoid it.

Ted asked us if we saw anything we wanted to spend OUR money on before we left. If not, the bitches were to load the car – except for Savannah.

Savannah looked through some clothes and found nothing she wanted. Lloyd had a bemused expression on his face as he scanned the novelty items but didn’t want anything.

“You sure you don’t want this book, Son?” Ted held up a book for Lloyd/Lola “It’s Fifty shades of GAH-AY!!!” he giggled at Lloyd in a short-skirt. I have to admit – everyone including Lola laughed at the way Ted said it.

I knew kids at school who identified as gay and I would never think to demean them, but I had to admit – the way Ted said the title of the Fifty Shades of Gray book was pretty funny. I had never read it, but I’ve heard my mother and her friends joke about it before and I knew it was pretty steamy.

I had never been in a store like this and my guilt about spending the money that was supposed to go to the family moving prevented me from even considering a purchase of any kind. I had only been pretending to sort through the racks of clothes and novelty items since everyone else was.

“Sir?” Crystal held up a black dress to her body and asked sweetly as she swayed back and forth slowly, “This is cute! Would you buy me this little black dress if I promise to be an extra-good little slut tonight when we get home? I’ll even wear it tonight if you want.”

The dress wasn’t too far off from most of the clothes she already had. It was slinky and sexy and looked like it would accentuate her curves very nicely. I am sure the fact my Aunt was wearing just panties and bra had something to do with her interest in the dress.

I just wish she had not been so greedy and asked HIM to buy it for HER. Ted became irate.

“Discipline!” he announced and strode up to her with a firm voice. Crystal looked somewhat amused that Ted was being so dramatic. I have to admit – Ted is a short and stocky man and when he raises his voice and stomps around he sometimes comes across insecure instead of having his intended affect. He is much better when he remains calm and aloof at seeming to be in control

“Discipline is the mother of respect,” he poked her bra! “You have neither!”

Crystal put the dress up and surrendered her request.

“Without respect we cannot have civilization,” Ted went on to explain. “I will buy you a dress but you will show me respect.”

“Yes sir,” Crystal smiled at him, “I am.”

Ted picked out a slinky black cover-up and told her that she would wear this. The cover-up only came down a few inches below the waist and was intended as a cover-up for a bathing suit; but if it didn’t have large netted holes in it – it would make an elegant but sleazy little black dress.

“Surrender your panties and bra quickly – you will wear this to the mall!”

Crystal started to protest and point out that even the Buckman mall wouldn’t allow that.

She froze and gasped then grabbed at her ass. There was an audible buzzing sound coming from her behind.

Ted held up a key-chain remote control fob with some codes on it, “Don’t touch it!” He warned her not to try to remove the butt plug.

“This is going to be fun,” Ted ordered Crystal to change and held the fob waiting for a sign of her stubbornness. “It has four settings gentle, pamper, hard, and punish. That was pamper, just to get your attention!”

Conner felt the need to add, “It has a USB slot so you can recharge the power supply without even removing it!”

Ted was clearly trying to scare my Aunt and not inform her of all the wonderful product features of the butt plug he just bought. “There is a remote for each of you on this key-chain!” he shook it at us menacingly.

My Aunt was already stripping down naked – as most of us were shirtless now anyway.

“We have matching star-shaped pasties for sale for $2.50 a pair,” the disaffected woman behind the counter suggested an alternative to wearing a bra under the slatted dress.

Ted dismissed the suggestion at first saying he could make due with duct-tape, but then looked at the pasties. They were neoprene coated with a latex base and adhesive and you could attach them to your body like a band-aid. There was a small glass candy-jar filled with neon day-glow colored ones, purple, yellow, even flesh colored ones.

“How much for the entire jar?” Ted asked with excitement. He was starting to feel like a big-spender.

“You can’t buy anything here,” the woman behind the counter lit some incense and allowed the smoke to waft into Ted’s face, as he stood there in disbelief they were going to make him go through the charade of giving me the money to buy them.

“I would like to buy them, Ma’am,” I offered sweetly and she told me she would sell us the jar for 60 bucks.

Ted shouted “SOLD!” and then reluctantly handed me the money to hand the lady.

Ted picked out two hot-orange star shaped pasties for Crystal’s rather large and puffy nipples and slapped them on her bare tits. She smiled and thanked him – seemingly fearful of the butt plug shocker.

He gave her a flesh colored moon-shaped pasty for her pussy.

“If it looks like a bald pussy then won’t it get as much attention and get us in trouble though Sir?” Savannah asked in a very non-snarky voice.

I saw her baby-blue eyes flicker and her mouth open and her tongue stick out as she stood there for six full seconds. “Shit!!” Savannah held her ass cheeks to cradle them after the silent shock, “That was not nice Sir, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I am not supposed to be nice,” Ted admitted. “You are questioning my judgment. If anyone asks if she is naked, I want your mom to be able to say no and we’ll make a big production about them daring to ask and what business is it of theirs. Then I want YOU two dumb sluts to bend over enough that they can clearly see neither of you wore panties before we leave.”

The slats in the dress were very revealing but there could be some doubt as to whether she was actually naked or not. That it was just a clever and sexy optical illusion of the netting like the clothes worn by Lady Gaga or Kim Kardassian. Ted wanted to fuck with people’s heads when we were at the mall and the more he talked about it – the more my stomach did backflips in anticipation!

Savannah smiled even though she continued to hold her ass cheeks. “We are really walking into the Buckman Mall like this?” she shook her head in disbelief but not fear.

“No, I almost forgot these little joy-buzzers and attitude correctors. We might as well try them ALL out.” Ted smiled sadistically while digging through some of the items he bought.

“Are these going to shock us as well, Sir?” Savannah asked with a hint of humor – she clearly did not fear the little shock from the butt plug.

“You want to push my buttons?” Ted smiled sarcastically and pressed a button on her remote-control, “I’ll press your buttons!”

Savannah was smirking at first as she waited for the buzzer to go off. Her smile quickly faded as she shouted “Hey!!” she fanned her ass and fell to one knee. “Oh fucky, fucky-fuck! Fuck!!!!!!!!!”

Savannah’s response was one of someone who was genuinely in pain.

“I only pressed ‘hard’. That wasn’t even ‘punish’ setting,” Ted seemed impressed and not sympathetic at all.

Conner was the first to point out the 2 ounce bottle of gel that we had applied was called “E-shock”. He read the side of the black tube “stimulating contact gel for electro sex, it improves the contact between electrodes.”

Savannah had gooped her butt plug with that gel. When Savannah recovered, she looked like a football player about to rush Ted from a one-leg kneel on the ground but rose up and adjusted herself. There was a quiet resolve of vengeance in her eye that I don’t think Ted noticed; or if he did, cared much about.

“These are gentle little reminders that you are being educated by me. You are the PEE-ONs and I am the PEE-ER. We have already established,” he shook his key-chain of remotes, “That I hold the power and wear the pants.”

Ted produced seven large black rubber bands that reminded me of very large versions of those small gaskets that went over our nipples and squeezed them all day. He insisted the girls get our tops off and get these rings around our tits.

He turned back to us and explained these go around the base of our boobs and will make them look more full and perky. He rolled the rubber band snugly around the base of Crystal’s left boob and pulled a small clasp on the side until it was tight – instructing us to make sure they are on tightly.

Crystal wanted to say something snarky about her tits already being buoyant and perky but I think she was afraid of what might happen if she did – and let him do what he was going to do to her breasts.

Ted handed the last one of the bands to Lola/Lloyd and said “You know where this goes, don’t you, Son?”

Lloyd looked at him with absolutely no clue.

Ted shocked his ass with the shocker and Lloyd shouted “AMEN HALA-HALLA-LOOYAH!” put his fist up in the air and tightened his eyes. It hurt, but Lloyd took it with a grin.

“Get your pants down, untuck your cock and get this tight around the base of your balls. It will keep you from cumming until you are allowed to jack off.”

“Cool?” Lloyd asked while whipping his skirt down, “I am allowed to jack off?”

“When I say so and if I catch you doing it then,” Ted pressed the numbers and suddenly Lloyd did nothing. He stood there smiling as Ted pressed the button in vain.

I, on the other hand, danced like a stringless marionette as I felt the stunner buzzing my asshole. Ted had pressed the remote to my ass by accident!

Have you ever been to Olive Garden and the hostess hands your party that black box that will buzz when your table is ready? Imagine that going off in a rapid pulse in your most sensitive and intimate body part, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

“Oops, Sorry!” Ted apologized to me as if sending shock waves up my ass was no big deal, “I am still getting the hang of these damned fobs and the codes.”

I found it difficult to close my jaw once the shock had subsided and wanted very much to reach into my asshole and pull out the plug.

“Oh look everyone,” Ted called attention to the look on my face, “Ellen is going to cry? Aren’t you Ellen? A little zap and you are all done – is that it?”

I shook my head no and while I wasn’t going to cry, I did at that moment wish it was over. I was being put on the spot and I put up my hands.

Ted shocked my ass again and I felt the nub of his plug burrrrrr in my butt. “It’s on now Ellen. You are a member of the family, you will follow the rules. Don’t act like this is going to kill you. It isn’t. It is a little tough love and a lot of attitude adjustment. I am not going to make you give up your precious virginity – that’s right. We know you haven’t ever fucked a guy, have you, little bitch?”

“No sir?” I could not lie, but my question sounded like a question and Ted pressed the button once and shocked me in the ass again. Each time I grew a little more used to the sensation but never to the initial shock that something alien to my body was buzzing deep in my guts all the way to my core.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Ted insisted I clarify.

“Sorry Sir,” I was breathing rapidly and probably on the verge of actually crying in panic, “Yes, I am actually still a virgin and please can I ask a favor, Sir?”

After what I had been through the last few days I may have lost some innocence, but I hadn’t lost my hymen. In truth, I wasn’t even sure what it looked like to know if I had or had not. I had not had a dick in me though.

“Oh what is it you want, my sweet little niece?” if Ted had an evil villain mustache he would have twirled it just at that moment in how slyly he asked me to explain.

“Sir,” I began, summoning my courage to address what was weighing on my mind. “We have to pick up my mom and dad tonight and I would like to ask to be top bitch at least for pretend while they are in the car and back at the trailer. I know I can’t ask you to suspend this little bet, but it would be so much easier if my Dad didn’t know what we were doing for money, Sir!” I said what had been burning on the back of my mind’s stovetop since O.J. told me we were to pick them both up earlier today.

“You are one pip away from being bottom bitch. You agreed to this shit and now that mommy and daddy might find out, you are going to be chicken shit?” Ted asked but he didn’t wait for a response. “I’ll bet that honey-pot between your legs is wetter than an otter’s front pocket!”

He was right of course. My nipples were fully-erect and the word over-stimulation really didn’t begin to explain the mixed-signals of arousal and disgust that were coursing through my body from today’s activities.

“Drop that skirt down around your ankles and if your pussy is dry as a bone I’ll let you dress like a pastor’s daughter on Sunday around your parents,” Ted smiled at me – he knew I was wet.

“I am wet sir,” I admitted with frustration. It wasn’t my fault – I am not a dirty pig, but he made it sound like I must be if I am turned on by this treatment and what we were doing.

Ted gave me a slight shock with my butt-plug remote control and repeated, “Drop that skirt!”

I thought he had been telling me to drop it only if I had been willing to bet I was not wet.

I did as I was told and stepped out of the tiny skirt. It barely covered my ass cheeks as it was.

“Get down on your knees in front of me and if you really want special treatment in front of your mom and dad then you’ll agree to my conditions – you are going to be an obedient little slut, you are going to do everything you are told, you are going to smile and giggle like a dumb bimbo when I tell you to do so. You can start by getting those rings around your tit-flaps!”

I had been holding the large black rubber bands. Savannah had hers around the base of her perfect missile-shaped tits. They forced them out and up and made them seem more shapely. Crystal’s tits didn’t need the extra lift; but once I put them on I found that they also restricted the blood-flow slightly and made your tits feel heavy and engorged. We had been getting that sensation in our nipples and tonight we’d be getting them in our chest.

Lloyd must have been getting it around the base of his balls, but to look at him you would think he thought this was a huge joke.

I got on my knees and applied the bands to my boobs and let him tighten them. “I promise to be an obedient little slut and do everything I am told within reason,” I added a stipulation of my own and hoped he didn’t notice. “I will be a good little bimbo for you – just please don’t make me do it in front of my parents, Sir! I promise!”

Ted made me double-cherry on top, hope-to-die with sugar on top promise on what I said. I would have expected someone Conner’s age to think up an oath like that, but I promised – and I was willing to do whatever it took to keep my word.

Savannah was glaring at me. I didn’t ask her what, but she pointed out how selfish I was being. “We have to be made to look the fool and I can’t run and hide from your mommy and daddy – I don’t see why you get to!”

I did not know what to say to that – so I did not say anything.