Chapter Fifty-One

I have sexdaily! I mean dyslexia! Fcuk!

"Women, by nature, want to be dominated." ~ Jayne Mansfield (1933-1967)

We had left our butt plugs in the USB charger in the living room and been ushered down the hallway to the bathroom next to Savannah’s old room.

Savannah was already in the shower when we walked down the hall with an audience of Gene, Damian and Sarah running around in and out of her room as they chaotically chased each other and watched us.

I was pretty shocked by the change in the bathroom. The door had been completely removed. That was no shocker – we weren’t allowed to close it when we were in there. The official reason was ‘We might lollygag around and use it to take a break’ but in truth I knew it was to embarrass and humiliate us as well as let whoever wanted to peep at us and take as long a look as they wanted.

I don’t claim to understand men, but you would think after having seen us over the last week in compromising positions they may have become somewhat used to our nudity – far from it.

They had replaced the old worn-out yellow grey standard-issue trailer bath-tub and shower with a much larger walk-in shower. There was no sitting down and there was enough room for at least four people.

As I was to find out very first-hand - when we were hustled in “elbows to asses” to share Savannah’s hot water. She cussed us for interrupting the long, hot shower and shampoo she had all to herself.

I could tell by the amount of French vanilla bath salts, cherry ginger body crèmes, lavender and honey soaps, and velvet sugar shampoos in Crystal’s own bathroom that she valued her comfort and alone time in the bathroom.

Yet, my Aunt had no problem being crammed into the shower with us. Our bodies were pressed up against each other so that we all four were touching like a wet game of twister. I could feel my Cousin Lloyd’s cock pressing up against my thigh and it was hard.

He grinned at me and said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“I understand, Sir,” I was strangely flattered – a week ago I would have felt like it was gross. His warm, large cock actually felt strangely comfortable against my leg as the head of his cock stabbed me like a spear.

My Aunt’s nipples were pressed against my back and I was facing up against Savannah’s ass – she backed into me hard several times complaining, “Give me some fucking room over the damned drain, you little selfish twat.”

She was teasing without malice, even though she sounded mean. A week ago I would have thought she hated me and was deadly serious, but now I could tell when she was playing and when she was serious – even if it sounded exactly the same to most people.

The most notable thing about this shower, other than its complete lack of a shower curtain and the fact that there was a camera in the bathroom broadcasting us on closed-circuit television, was the window.

There used to be a very standard ventilation window that was big enough for us to wiggle out – we used it to sneak out one night. It was high enough that you might see a tall person’s head if they were looking in and since the trailer was elevated off the ground – it’d be difficult to peep.

Donger had to stand on the air-conditioning unit outside to look in before today. Now, it appeared he would be able to bring a folding chair and have a comfortable view from just next to where the dogs are in the backyard.

My first thought was not how shocking and horrifying it would be to know that anyone could come watch me do the most intimate of bathroom activities, or even that I had to do them with my cousins and Aunt. We had gradually been deprived of privacy and modesty for so long I was strangely not even all that shocked.

My first thought was that when my mother wrote that note to me, had she seen what the workmen had done to the bathroom? Crystal’s personal bathroom probably had a lot more privacy because that is where they inspected the ‘bosses’ of our operation and my mom may have used that. I dismissed thinking about it too hard in part because if she had seen this window I am sure the note would have had a completely different tone.

I also didn’t really want to think too hard about the fact that she would eventually notice this, or be home when I was home, and I would have a lot of explaining to do. That thought sent a fresh wave of revulsion and humiliation through me – which coincided nicely with a fresh realization of the fact we were being filmed and anyone would be able to watch me do these disgusting and naughty things over and over – what if I wanted to run for President one day?

“I am sorry Mrs. Ellen Tinkle – you can’t be President because here is a video of you that someone has from when you were gallivanting around naked, with a butt plug in your ass like a house-pet.” – I could just picture Sam Donaldson, or a clone of him, or whoever they have moderating presidential debates 40 years from now.

They had completely removed the entire wall of the bathroom and replaced it with a full length completely clear piece of tinted Plexiglas – but the window had been installed in reverse.

“You like it?” Odd-Jobs was standing in the hall-way with Daisy’s kids running around him. The window had been tinted in such a way that we couldn’t easily see out – but anyone standing outside could see in clearly.

“Do a good job for me and I’ll send someone next week to flip that around for you,” he chuckled and pointed to the camera. “I also gave Maw-Maw 520 channels off the satellite feed and while I was doing that – I was able to hook up the close-circuit cameras to the cable lines. You’ve got at least three people paying us 100 bucks to watch y’all on Buckman Reality TV.”

“I think it’s realty TV, Sir” Lloyd corrected while washing his ass with shampoo - his dick swinging around wildly. “You know like realtor stars?”

“I am pretty sure it’s reality TV, Son,” Odd-Jobs laughed.

“The show where the Realtor sells million dollar houses to the stars and such, Sir?” Lloyd was handsome, he was fit, he had a good nature about him, but he was dumb as fuck – and Savannah told him so.

“We’ll talk about keeping Maw-Maw’s channels after this is all over on Sunday,” he grinned without replying to Lloyd. “You are to shave each other – no one is allowed to touch their own pussy, ass, tits or cock! You also aren’t to wash or shave yourself at all. You perverts are all probably getting off on touching yourself in the shower in front of a little audience. We don’t want you to have the temptation to play with yourself, and I know you want your body parts clean though,” he chuckled as he pretended we were all chronic masturbators as part of our daily scam.

I had personally admitted to masturbating so much, when I was at the pool, I’d surely be blind by now if I did half as much as I said I did.

“Who should clean who though, Sir?” I asked him, but he was already walking away “Work it out!” he said and as an afterthought, “Make sure you use the special toilet before we leave – we aren’t stopping.”

My brother folded his arms as if to impose himself as an authority figure – which was quite comical, considering he was smaller than me and I am petite. I felt my Aunt’s bare hands rubbing my boobs with lavender soap and to be quite honest – she was very good at massage.

“Here you go, dear,” she smiled and shifted herself so that her own soapy, wet tits were basically in my face as she washed me up.

“I am not jerking it off,” I heard Savannah declare to her brother. I didn’t hear him ask, but when they paired off she wanted to establish very clearly this was not on the menu.

“Should I wash you too, Aunt Crystal?” I was weak in the knees from her touch. She had skills in the art of touch that I would never begin to master – she gave me Goosebumps I didn’t know existed as she rubbed me up and down.

“You’ve earned the right to call me just Crystal,” she answered me sweetly and told me I could wash any part of her I thought was dirty.

I wanted to open my mouth and drool – my Aunt’s touch was truly the best massage I had ever had. In truth, it was really the only massage I had ever had in my life. It might have also been that after a long day of spanking, wrestling and humiliation – this was exactly what I needed.

“You’ve got a fucking boner on your boner,” Savannah complained about her brother’s hardness and instructed him to “Wash – not finger!”

My Aunt locked gazes with me and, ignoring everyone else, stared into my eyes. They seemed to twinkle in this light and appeared blue-green with just a hint of mischief. I felt hypnotized into standing there, and then I felt her fingers begin their magic on my clit. She took one, then two fingers and arched them in such a way that she hit a spot- I had never hit myself and I thought I touched there before.

I made a noise that must have been something between “OH SHIT” and “AMEN, HALLELUJAH” but it was completely unintelligible to anyone else. The Gaylord boys laughed their asses off but my brother was going to put a stop to it.

“You can’t play with each other either!” he declared.

“Master Odd-Jobs didn’t tell us we couldn’t Sir,” Crystal cooed un-apologetically in a submissive tone that suggested she thought she could, adding, “He told us we couldn’t play with our own selves, Sir.”

“Well, I am telling you that you can’t play with each other,” my brother decided the spirit of Odd-Jobs rules were no-sexual stimulation at all.

My Aunt slid her body past mine and stepped out of the warm water – to OJ’s credit he hooked us up with a much better water heater. She squatted so that her legs were open and put her hands behind her head and parted her lips.

“What are you doing, Aunt Crystal?” Conner was trying to keep order and he wasn’t sure why the conversation abruptly stopped.

“I think you earned the right to just call me Crystal too, Sir,” she smiled at him and flicked her eye-lashes up- her body still dripping soap and water. “You can even call me a little slut or a bitch or anything you want – but Aunt Crystal seems a bit formal after everything we’ve been through, Sir.”

“You d-d-didn’t answer my question, s-sllut,” my brother stammered, and the word slut died in his mouth and I am sure he found himself uncomfortable addressing his Aunt that way while she exposed herself in front of him.

“I am just drying myself off – I wouldn’t want to waste a towel on me, Sir,” she answered innocently and said, “If I leave my mouth open wide and close my eyes – anyone could put anything in there and it would probably get sucked,” she was offering my brother a blow-job!

“Oh Mom, come on now,” Savannah smacked her mom on the back of the head and then smacked Lloyd, “I think my asshole is clean enough now! Thank you very much!”

“Master Conner here,” Crystal let the slap go un-avenged as she explained patiently, “Has been out in the hot-sun with us shaking our tits and bouncing our asses around all day and he hasn’t cum one time – it seems like it would only be fair that he get a small release. He isn’t the one being punished for playing with himself. He could put it between my tits, if he preferred that instead of my mouth,” she graciously lifted her big boobs and let them fall sensually as she flirted with my brother.

“Damn you are nasty,” Savannah shook her head that this was a new low. She had given blow-jobs herself, but not to direct family. “It’s one thing to tease – it’s another thing to deliver. The next thing you’ll say is I have to pull off Lloyd because he didn’t cum out there today either – did ya?” she asked Lloyd.

“I didn’t want to get tired – the ladies paid to see the full package and not taste the milk,” he preened confidentially and his wet muscles became taut.

“No,” Crystal answered still staring at my brother like a Cobra facing a mongoose – the two of them locked in a sexual tension I couldn’t begin to describe. “Lloyd is a bitch so he cums when and if he is told – but Conner is one of the bosses, so it seemed the least I could do with my mouth- if he wants it.”

“Guh-ross,” almost as if to draw attention on herself Sarah announced to let us know that she and her brothers were still watching and she didn’t want to see it go that far.

“Well you don’t have to be in here if you don’t want to see - do you, Ma’am?” Crystal was slightly passive-aggressive with Sarah but didn’t break her sultry, submissive character.

“So if I tell you to turn around and face Lloyd and let him do it – you will?” Conner was not stammering as much but he was obviously nervous as he tested the waters of my Aunt’s compliance.

She didn’t answer him – she showed him by turning to face Lloyd and letting the water from the shower coat her long, wavy hair. I could see that her mouth was wide open and she didn’t shy away from Lloyd’s cock, which dangled just a few inches out of reach.

“And you won’t have any hard feelings about it after Sunday, or be weird, if I tell you to stick a finger up your own butt?”

My brother had a thing for asses – specifically he liked the shadow and space around the asshole and had described mine and Savannah’s in excruciating detail one morning.

My Aunt didn’t answer – she put one finger into her asshole and pushed it all the way to the base while she squatted with her legs apart.

She held her mouth open wide and expectedly for whatever Lloyd was going to put between her lips; but despite her obedience I couldn’t help but see a trace of reluctance ever so slight.

I may have been reading too far between the lines, because there seemed to be no limit to my Aunt’s willingness to debase and degrade herself for the amusement of anyone. Her mouth was inviting and her eyes twinkled as the water sprayed across her face.

I just thought there was a single tear dripping down her face. The tear was probably just an errant water drop from the warm shower water cascading down her shoulders and hair – and it was my own conscious projecting what might be going through her mind if I was in her place and expected to suck off my own son.

“Time out now, Sir,” Savannah abruptly interrupted what was about to be a very organic exploration between mother and son as Lloyd began to lean his cock forward to place it on her tongue. “Don’t make her suck off her own son!” Savannah apparently felt there was a gray line that was being crossed and said, “Let me just pull him off – I’ve done that before when we played Game of Life – it’s not as bad.”

Savannah had just said pulling off her brother was totally gross and she wouldn’t do it only a minute ago.

“She said she didn’t mind,” Conner answered defensively. He didn’t project the confidence with my cousin he had earlier when he put me in my place with the Haislip women. He seemed like he was justifying his order and that put Savannah in a position to make him backpedal.

“She said she would squat and dry off and leave her mouth open – if you wanted to put something in it, Sir!” Savannah clarified what happened while intensifying her outrage at her mother being pushed one step too far. You could easily get a rise out of Savannah if you just say how something happened differently than her recollection, even if the details didn’t matter.

If you consider that, despite being rivals with her mom on some level, the two of them really do have each other’s backs and Savannah’s outrage may have been justified. Then again, I had seen her brow-beat old men into doubling how much they paid to spank her just by turning on that rage with the least bit of effort to make them feel guilty – how much of it was genuine I may never know.

As quickly as she could anger – the opposite was not true. The inability to turn off that anger was one of her foibles – and she often took the bait when she was playing the snotty brat at the pool naturally, without any acting involved.She would get caught up in her mock outrage and couldn’t back down and usually ended up stretched out getting a second helping of punishment.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Daisy stormed down the hallway applying one of the more expensive exfoliant cremes my Aunt owned to her skin. “You are in here putting on a little show for my boys like you did for Bill?”

It was one of the rare times I was actually glad to see Daisy – she put a stop to things right before Lloyd had crossed the unspoken boundary between us.

My Aunt had her back to Daisy when she walked in, but quickly turned to look over her shoulder and smile at her. “I was just doing what I was told – like you would if you were in my position.”

“Well, I am not IN your position and never will be – you skank!” Daisy looked at Conner with disgust and shuffled her kids out of the bathroom.

“But Mom, this is titties!” Gene her eldest complained that it was unfair to make them stop watching. “They aren’t supposed to have any privacy!”

“You can look at titties all you want on the internet,” she promised him he could just look at his cell phone if he really wanted to see them and insisted, “right now these little bitches need to shower and as long as they are getting attention from you they are going to fuck the fuck around – they haven’t even shaved!”

They didn’t really do what she told them. They still hung around in the doorway after pretending to leave. She might act like a stickler, but she really didn’t seem all that shocked about what they had seen us do. She might have actually been concerned about it more but she was too self-absorbed and focused on herself.

Daisy gave my brother another look that suggested it was his fault we were taking our time and my brother caved in and looked at his shoes.

“That is it then!” Conner took a deep breath and ordered us to ‘pull our fingers out of our asses’ and stop wasting so much precious time.

“Go get yourself some kool-aid, kiddo,” she undermined my brother’s authority by talking down to him and told him she would take over now.

“I am still a Boss and Ted told ME to supervise them,” Conner fired back hesitantly. This was starting to become a confrontation and my brother wasn’t equipped to stand up to her. She was physically intimidating and much louder and angrier than he could ever be.

“So you think being a boss means doing what Ted tells you?” she laughed at him. “Is that what you believe?”

We started to get out of the shower quickly and began shaving each other without being told. I grabbed an old can of rusted beard-buster off-brand generic Barbasol. The can of Parbasol even had the familiar barber’s red striped pole on the outside, so you almost couldn’t tell the difference.

Conner answered her calmly, “Your beliefs don’t make you a better person – your behavior does.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” she snickered.

“It means that we are a team – and this is the show and they are doing their part and I am doing mine. I am going to stand here and make sure every pubic hair is gone from under their arms, their asses and crotches and that their legs are smooth as silk. Then I am going to make sure they each get timed as they take a shit and a piss – and wipe and wash up – do YOU have a problem with that?”

“You ARE creepy,” Daisy declared and promptly walked out of the hallway and began pushing around her kids to get ready to go out.

I thought it was something of a victory, even if Daisy demanded the last word. The fact is – Conner stood up for himself and she backed down. She had to say something hurtful as a parting shot, but she really had no response to what he said.

“Good job, sir,” I gave him a wink as I shaved my Aunt’s already nearly bald pussy with two fingers. I was legitimately proud of him for standing his ground and what he said.

“Don’t try to kiss up just because you are my sister!” His tone was authoritative but playful.

“Pshaw,” I replied and stuck my butt out jokingly at him.

We all actually laughed and talked freely after that, while we finished up on each other. The rule was we couldn’t shave our-self. At first Lloyd seemed a little confused as to who he was supposed to shave but he did a little on each of us. We all traded off on each other to get the job done as efficiently as possible.

It didn’t stop Lloyd and Savannah from getting in their own teasing banter. “Lloyd don’t do a half-ass job on my ass crack and get me in fucking trouble out there with long hairs sticking out my crack.”

“Savannah,” he quipped, “Your ass is so smooth and hairless you could eat off it.”

“Don’t give these twisted motherfuckers any ideas or you’ll be doing just that,” she was holding her cheeks apart for him to finish shaving her bottom, without any sense of modesty.

He pantomimed eating off her ass while kneeling behind her and said, “It’s a plate that cuts the cheese for you!”

She reached down and smacked him upside his head playfully, but she was also giggling at that joke and telling him not to tempt her to do just that.

My brother looked us all over and ran his hands down our bodies. He didn’t make it weird or creepy – or maybe it was just that I was so used to weird now that the idea of my brother feeling up my ass cheeks for peach fuzz felt almost expected. I wondered if I would ever be able to shave without suspecting someone was going to check to see if I did a good job or not again after this.

He even told me “Good girl” as he went on to spend far more time rubbing Savannah down for hairlessness. “You can see I am smooth as a baby’s bottom, sir – you ain’t gotta feel me up.”

“It is part of the rules – you lost the bet – now just hold still and stop wiggling,” my brother sounded frustrated and a little bit embarrassed for having to explain himself. Gene and Damian were giggling and poking their heads in periodically, which made Conner nervous.

She folded her arms but stood up straight and pouted, “Well just make sure you do Lloyd as much as you do me, Sir.”

To my brother’s credit when he got to Lloyd he spent almost as much time with him rubbing his hands up and down his now smooth and hairless chest and arms as he did Savannah. He even had Lloyd pull his cheeks apart and lift his own balls and cupped them with his hands.

“It’s not homo, go ahead, Sir,” Lloyd smiled at him confidentially, “I lost the bet – you do what you gotta do, Sir.”

“It IS homo,” Damian chuckled. “You are touching another dude.”

Lloyd took one step forward, balled up a fist and that was all it took for Gene and Damian to disappear for another good five minutes; before they would inevitably pop back in to watch us.

“What about me, Sir?” Crystal sounded eager to have my brother’s hand rubbing all over her body.

“I can see you did a good job shaving,” Conner said dismissively.

“They were the ones who shaved me, sir,” she gave the credit back to us. She had never been one to take the time to give appreciation, or not take some credit for things, but now she made it seem like it was a part of her nature to be humble and obedient. “Please check me or Ted or Odd-Jobs will have to when we are done, Sir,” she made it sound like she knew Conner would be more pleasing and less intrusive – but in truth I think she might have just been trying to seduce my brother for reasons known only to her.

Even though he held all the cards and had all the authority – my Aunt appeared to be intimidating him by being forward. The more she asked for him to touch her or use her or command her – the more reluctant he became.

Reluctant or not – he did rub my Aunt down but it was the same very non-sexual way he had looked me over – clinical. He told her she was a good girl and my Aunt thanked him profusely.

“Fine, all hairless – next step is to piss and shit,” Conner looked at the new modified toilet bowl and smiled.

Gene, Damian, and now their sister Sarah, popped their heads around the corner to giggle upon hearing the words ‘piss and shit’.

“I know you are fascinated by seeing this, Sir,” Savannah wryly observed my brother had a strange fixation with the ass and anything coming out of one – but protested Daisy’s kids watching. “Don’t get these three little freaks interested in your twisted shit though, sir.”

“We got plenty of pictures of you shitting out on the lawn,” Gene almost howled with delight while pleading to Conner, “Make them shit on the lawn!”

“No,” he told Gene, “I don’t have to let you watch if you are going to be a distraction – keep back and let me decide how to work this.” Conner had his hands on his chin.

“It looks like they are all four supposed to sit down at once,” Sarah suggested. She had such an innocent tone, and yet she was soberly suggesting the four naked people in front of her all sit down and have to use the bathroom at the same time; like she might suggest what her Barbie dolls should be doing.

“Excellent idea,” Conner directed us to gather in a circle around the new toilet and face our backs to it before sitting down.

The toilet was another recent modification. The lid and seat had been removed and the bowl had been widened so we literally could all sit on it once – at least that is what we thought the point was.

I would learn later that there were 12 cameras in the house and if someone had been hooked-up to the closed circuit cable in the trailer park they could tune to a specific channel to watch a specific camera. It wouldn’t have changed how I behaved to know the camera was there – but I would have had an even bigger feeling of dread knowing someone would soon get a worm’s eye view of me evacuating my bowls and spraying piss into the bowl.

Camera 12 was the ‘bowl cam’ that was positioned at the bottom of the bowl looking straight up our asses – right now it was embarrassing enough with the audience in the room.

Conner instructed we were to all sit on the porcelain rim back to back. Lloyd was to keep his penis between his legs and we were to all use the bathroom at once to save time. “Keep your legs apart and your hands above your head – no playing with yourselves!”

“Awww, why not, Sir?” Savannah asked sarcastically; but Gene and Damian pleaded to let us, without picking up on her sarcasm.

Conner ignored her question and ordered us to stand up slightly and bend at the knees so we had six inches from us and the porcelain base.

“I want to be able to see – so I can tell when you are done,” he explained.

“You want to be able to see because you are a gross motherfucker who likes to watch girl’s squeeze cheese, Sir,” Savannah looked at him with a knowing glance.

He smiled and didn’t deny it, “You are wasting time – begin!”

“You are fucking gross, sir,” Savannah scrunched her nose at him and declared plainly “If you want to see – I’ve got a turd licking the bowl right now,” she raised up so that he could see a long turd slowly emerging from her ass. It was curly-Qing out in a cork screw shape.

Instead of being grossed out or backing down, he smiled at her and told her that her mom’s was longer, smoother, and thicker and I looked over my shoulder to see that it was true. I could see and hear Savannah’s popping and crackling as it emerged and my Aunt’s much heavier turd just dropping straight out.

My brother seemed to be developing a real fetish for watching us pee and poop, and he wasn’t even squeamish about commenting on it or admitting it.

“It is like a little race – to see who can push the longest turd out without pinching it off – will it be Savannah or Aunt Crystal?” he joked like a horse-race announcer.

Gene and Damian were repeatedly crowing how gross this was to watch – but weren’t in any way shirking from watching us. I managed a long stream of pee while the two of them pretended it was the sickest thing in the world – while they watched me like Jacque Cousteau would watch a dolphin.

Their sister was more clinical and calm like Conner. She raised an eyebrow, “How come your sister hasn’t pooted yet?” she asked him over his shoulder.

“I know she knows that she won’t get a chance to do this once we are on the road – Sis?” he prompted me like he was scolding me for being lazy.

“I am trying sir,” I really thought I was.

“Chin up,” he pushed my chin up with his finger, “Maybe if you stopped watching the others you could focus on what you have to do.” He pushed the small of my back to make me sit up straight, and then had me widen my legs which caused my ass to dip slightly.

“There it goes,” he sounded cheerful as he noticed a tiny turd start to emerge from my bottom. I was cherry-red and wanted to tell him it was pure coincidence – had this awkward position actually made it easier to take a crap?

He did the same thing to Lloyd and had the same result. I could no longer see anything except the hint of my naked form in the foggy mirror because I was looking up. I could see bruises and sun-tan all over my naked form that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz” the boys actually cheered when Savannah finally dropped what they called ‘The browns at the super bowl’. She curled her lip into a snarl but stayed in position with her hands raised over her head.

“Damn Aunt Crystal,” my brother was much more impressed that my Aunt had a single un-broken turd still slowly emerging from her sphincter.

“That impresses you, sir?” even my permissive Aunt seemed a little perplexed how it could, but she smiled sheepishly and shook her tits slightly – if only to try to bring attention back upstairs.

I was having trouble finishing and no one said anything about Lloyd, except for Sarah; who seemed to hate him and be completely in love with him at the same time.

Sarah was wearing a head-band, yellow tank-top and some baggy green gym shorts with sneakers. I think there was a point where she wanted a little attention or just to make everyone laugh because she fully stepped into the bathroom and turned her back to her brothers and Conner. She stuck her butt out and ripped a crackling, elongated fart while laughing.

They told her to get out of the bathroom and held their nose, but chuckled as well and she returned to standing in the door-way with them to watch us finish.

“Five minutes is almost up – start shaking your asses to drop any chocolate remaining and then you may wipe, wash your hands, brush your teeth and report to the living room to get dressed!”

We did as we were told in front of our collective audience of Daisy’s kids, before Daisy returned. She seemed a little bored and sadistic.

“You loving this Crystal?” she asked.

“I lost the bet and I have to do what I am told – whether I love it or not, I am going to be an obedient slut, Ma’am,” my Aunt answered soberly.

“So if I tell you to spit in your hands and rub it into your face while looking at yourself in the mirror – you will obey right?” Daisy’s sadistic smile gleamed and her son Damian looked up at her with pride while the others just giggled.

My Aunt stopped brushing her teeth and rather than answer, spit in both her hands and rubbed it into her face without taking her gaze off the mirror. She looked at herself as she did and there was uncomfortable disgust reflected back as Daisy chuckled at her misery “Yes Ma’am – if you think this will teach me to behave?”

“I don’t,” Daisy was giddy as she answered, “I just like seeing it – and you knowing I can make you do any disgusting, heinous thing I want.”

“You could even make me suck Bill’s delicious looking cock if you wanted, Ma’am,” to any outside observer it looked like Crystal really was, if not just agreeing with her tormentor – she was suggesting she be required to serve her husband’s cock.

I may have been reading way between the lines, but there seemed like a subtle-power play happening here. My Aunt was humiliating and debasing herself, but at the same time – she was making Daisy jealous and angry that my Aunt may want to serve her husband, even though Daisy held all the cards. If it wasn’t my Aunt’s intention to passively suggest these things to get under Daisy’s skin – it was having that effect anyway.

Crystal patiently rubbed her own spit into her cheeks as if it did not even phase her – and that too got under Daisy’s skin. Daisy demanded by Aunt stop staring at herself and get dressed because Daisy was “Hongry!”

The kids cheered! “Oh no, you little twits can stay here with Bill and eat Spaghetti-Os.”

They groaned, but my Aunt pleaded for them to come along with us, “Please Ma’am? They should enjoy a night out – if we can all fit in the truck.”

Daisy couldn’t even make eye contact with my Aunt. She shook her head as if she didn’t care and acquiesced, “If Odd-Jobs says you can go, then I guess so,” Daisy wasn’t sure what to make of Crystal being generous and considerate of other people. It was so not like either of them.

“You have 528 channels now Maw-Maw and yet you choose to watch Jerry Springer?” Odd-Jobs was chiding Ted’s mom as we walked down the hallway into the kitchen.

“This is Mexican Springer,” Maw-Maw was eating some Little Debby Zebra Cakes by the handful.

“Así que hasta la próxima vez, cuidar el uno del otro,” the dubbed Jerry Springer said as he wrapped up his television show.

“Your date is here,” Odd-Jobs announced looking up at us as we emerged through the kitchen in the nude - I had wondered who he was. Savannah didn’t usually care too much what people thought of her, but she had about this dream-date.

Savannah rolled her eyes that she had wanted to at least get dressed before he came in and then stopped in surprise. “I didn’t have a date with Ryan tonight, Sir?”

Odd-Job’s nephew Ryan was sitting next to Maw-Maw on the couch watching Jerry Springer and he waved at me.

“I know,” O-J looked at me “It didn’t seem fair that you go on a date when your cousin was date-less, and with my nephew not having anything to do either,” he was playing match-maker.

I waved back at Ryan sheepishly. He was looking at me freshly shaven and naked – how awkward. I simply had on the pink leather collar that showed my ten percent on tiny little charms shaped like an ass and a cock, and nothing else.

“You girls are going to play the role of bratty, out of control teenagers as we make the rounds for a little while – ones who are getting their cum-uppance. That shouldn’t be too hard for either of you – you were born to play those roles. We are going to drum up a little business for Friday - It should be a big day. Do a good job and I will give you 2-3 hours with your dates.”

“Please Sir, no?” Savannah sounded genuinely concerned that this was finally going too far. “I’ve been good – I am just asking for this one thing!”

I found it almost humorous because she had just taken a poop in front of her step-dad’s sister’s kids and barely rolled her eyes at it – yet she seemed to really be concerned about what this boy thought of her.

“Ryan already knows what is going on,” She shrugged him off “My date doesn’t – and it’s our first date. I really like this boy! Please sir, just drop us off downtown and we’ll tell people we ran off and you can punish us for that tomorrow.”

Who was this ‘we’ she was talking about? Was I to be her accomplice in this and she felt comfortable just volunteering me for extra punishment?

Odd-Jobs mouthed the words, as he faced away from a camera in the living room, to watch what she said – the camera had sound and now more than Junior was watching and LISTENING at home.

“You will do exactly as you’re told, little girl!” Ted answered for O.J. but O.J. held up his hand to shush Ted.

“You WILL do exactly as you are told,” Odd-Jobs looked over at Ted with frustration that he was stealing some of his thunder, “and if you are good – you get 2-3 hours under these boys supervision downtown. That is the deal!”

“Their supervision?” she scoffed, “Can we at least tell him the deal and just pretend?”

Odd-Jobs knotted his brow and pointed up at the camera again. “Too many people already know the deal around here – no one else besides the people in this room! That includes you Ryan – play it completely straight!”

His nephew nodded and looked at me apologetically. He was looking at my face but then his eyes dropped down to my chest. I felt embarrassed, but I wasn’t scared –I was strangely confident that Ryan would be easier on me than most boys would.

“You can tell him after it’s all said and done and I am sure he’ll enjoy the fact that you can be a good sport,” Odd-Jobs chuckled and added, “If you fuck up – I am sure I can have your mom give him one of her premium blow-jobs on the way back and sit in his lap – you’d do that wouldn’t you Crystal?”

My Aunt looked at her daughter with sincere regret as she said, “I do enjoy giving head, Sir – and I am yours to order as you will. You may need to teach my daughter a lesson to behave and I am happy to be your instrument.”

It was a half-answer which I found interesting considering how gung-ho she had been earlier today when asking for punishments all-around for all of us.

“Good little slut,” Odd-Jobs smiled at her and then looked at Conner and Lloyd. “I did not forget about you two either.”

“You got us dates? Sir” Lloyd chuckled at the notion.

“Yeah, I am generous like that with my employees – I want us to be one big happy family. You can even get dressed – but you girls will wait until Savannah’s date gets here and let HIM pick out what you’ll wear.”

“SIR!” Savannah put her hands on her hips and her elbows turned outward – one hip leaning out bent at the knees. I later learned the signature Savannah stance she was standing in was called ‘Akimbo’.

“You will stand up straight with hands behind your head, legs apart and line up next to your cousin and mom right this instant – and wait for your date!”

“Oh man,” she grumbled, but she was already moving so that she was facing the screen door with her hands behind her head and shoulder’s back. “This is so not fair, Sir – Lloyd gets to dress!”

The windows in the living room had no curtains and were wide open. The darker it got outside the easier it would be for people to see us naked in the living room. The fact that Savannah was only concerned about herself in this equation did not surprise me but I thought someone other than me would be freaking out about being on display in the living room this way. I didn’t say anything – but inside I was a quivering mess.

I had very little choice in the matter and the fact that others were doing it too made it a little easier to swallow but a part of me was still completely freaking out. The part with a conscious and had been taught since a little girl not to show my hoo-haa off to anyone – especially strangers was screaming at me to protest.

I can’t tell you why I didn’t – other than the fact everyone that was dressed seem slightly amused and everyone that wasn’t – was going along with it.

I lined up next to her and my Aunt on the far side near the television. I flashed Ryan a wintry smile with a shrug and he smiled back knowingly. He was looking at all three of us and not the television – I guess I didn’t blame a boy for staring at naked women.

Nelly Jr. was coloring right at my feet without looking up, “Crackers be crazy!”

There was an awkward silence followed by the sound of something breaking in another room and padded footsteps running down the hall as Daisy’s kids shouted, “I didn’t do it!”

I almost heard Crystal chuckle, but she kept a straight face as Daisy stormed off after them.

Ted sucked his teeth and reclined in his Ez-boy chair while periodically poking Crystal with his big toe and grinning at her – she ignored him and stood motionless and looking straight forward like a statue.

Daisy chased her kids through the front room a few times and every time she did she pointed at Crystal and told her she should be happy that Daisy was trying to keep the kids from totally destroying the house. “I see all the writing I put on you wore off- don’t worry, I am going to think of some fresh new things to write on you before we leave!”

I could have sworn I heard Crystal say “I am not worried, bitch,” so low that it was completely inaudible. It might have been Mexican TV though in the background. The new show Maw-Maw was engrossed in was something called “Noche e Noche.” A heavy-set man with greasy hair introduced variety acts consisting of women in bikinis, a guy dressed as a bee and even musicians.

The only time Crystal smiled was when Bill entered the room. He’d stare at all three of us and when he caught Crystal’s hungry gaze on him he looked down and shuffled out of the room. He wasn’t used to that kind of attention! Ted didn’t seem jealous at all and encouraged him to go up and grab a feel of her ass.

“She won’t bite or stop you – go ahead and get a hand-full of it,” but Bill declined and went into the room where Daisy was.

We heard Daisy yell at Bill to fuck off in the other room and he came shuffling back out like a lost puppy dog. He naturally looked at the three of us as he walked by. “Hey Bill,” Ted stopped him.

“Who me?” he asked while stammering.

“No, a different motherfucker named Bill,” Ted chuckled and continued, “Daisy said she wanted something written on Crystal – can you take that marker and put something dirty on her ass cheeks real fast?”

“I really shouldn’t,” he turned to go, but his step-kids started to insist he do it. “Do it, Do it!” and he reluctantly agreed after having a red marker placed in his hand.

“I don’t know,” he seemed agreeable enough “Maybe I should ask Daisy if she minds?”

“Just show us what you can do Bill – I am sure you won’t get in trouble,” he ordered Crystal to turn around, bend over and let Bill write something on her ass.

“With pleasure, Master!” Crystal did an about face – parted her legs and let her entire ass remain on display in front of everybody in the room.

“I have dyslexia” on one cheek and “I liek 2 fcuk!” on the other. Bill wrote in very rough letters across the width of her ass in red ink.

“What does it say, Sir!” Crystal cooed as if this was a true pleasure. She had shown scorn for Bill even yesterday and now he seemed like her favorite person on the planet.

“It says I have sex daily and I like to fuck!” Bill sounded proud of himself.

“It actually says dyslexia – I think you jumbled the words around and misspelled fuck too,” Conner commented.

“What the fuck is dyslexia?” Bill asked with a confused expression. He was still looking at what he wrote and looked confident it said what he thought it did.

“I think you made an anagram for dyslexia – have you ever been tested for it?” Conner asked him.

Bill heard Daisy stomping through the room and ran off, “I don’t have any SDT’s if that’s what you are asking – sexually transmitted diseases,” as he hot-footed it out of the room.

“You did real good – real good. Makes perfect sense what you wrote.” Ted patronized Bill as he ran down the hall in the other direction –dropping the marker as he ran.

My Aunt was ordered to stand back as she was - and by the time Daisy walked back in the room she couldn’t see Bill’s handiwork.

I wondered why they had gone to such lengths to get Bill involved.

“Where are we going to eat tonight, Sir?” Savannah broke the silence with a question to Odd-Jobs.

“Your date will decide what you are to eat, when you are to eat, and even if you are going to eat – you are on restriction – or had you forgotten?” Odd-Jobs crossed his legs and apathetically ignored our sorry state.

“Yes sir,” Savannah sounded defeated, as she withdrew the question and prepared herself mentally to meet her date under these conditions.

I suppose I was lucky. I mean not lucky to be naked, bruised, humiliated and basically a slave for the next three days – although I was grateful to be able to make a lot of money for the family. I meant I was just lucky I really felt nothing for Ryan and he already knew that we were play-acting, so it wasn’t like a boy I really cared about was coming to the door and would see me as a little whore-muff who was going to be disciplined. This had to be awful for Savannah and I felt bad for her more than I did for myself right then.

It was at that moment I heard someone knock at the door – this was it. Savannah had already begun to turn a fresh shade of red – something she almost never did. I on the other hand experienced fresh and new embarrassments and humiliations on a regular basis.

We were about to meet her dream date!