Chapter Ninety-Three

A good woman makes your cock hard, not your life

“Are you sure this is what you REALLY want, Maw-Maw?” Ted asked with concern in his voice. There was no doubt that this is what the naked woman was pleading for but I could tell Ted was hoping she’d reconsider at the last moment if he asked one more time.

I felt bad because she was literally begging him for punishment and discipline. There was no grift or profit to be had – she honestly desired him to take charge and he was agonizing for the first time over doing it. If he had felt guilty about putting any of us in our places – we would never have known it. Ted seemed like the kind of man who craved the power he seldom had and yet – now, I could almost see tears in the corners of his eyes as he regretted even considering slapping his mother’s sweet face.

“I took my clothes off and submitted to you openly in front of the family – have you ever known me to kid about much… or be wishy-washy, Sir?” Maw-Maw wasn’t coddling him but she remained respectful in her tone – as respectful as she could while coaxing him to hit her across the face. “This is what I really, really want, Sir – for you, for Daisy, for your family. You can ask me as many times as you feel is necessary and I’ll answer politely and resolutely each and every time. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life that this is the proper course for the females and the males of this household.”

Looking at her now I would never have guessed she had been the lovely, young submissive beauty queen from her photos. The expression on her face and her body language, in how she had adopted a disciplined pose – with her back arched, chin up, and massive tits jutting out – spoke of a woman who was eager to behave and submit.

“A good woman makes your cock hard, not your life,” she told Ted, as if reciting an old family proverb, and begged him to make her a good woman again.

“I know you are a good woman – I mean you want to be – you know what I mean – I know that, but once I really hit you – I mean, it’s gonna hurt and you are going to live this way – you want it forever?” Ted showed a rare flash of empathy and sensitivity I didn’t think he was capable of demonstrating.

“I was supposed to live this for the remainder of my days. I thought I knew best over the ones who had tried to guide me – teach me. I realize now that I was a silly girl who mistook verbosity and book-learning for wisdom. I admit my mistake and ask you to strike me across the face anytime a big word comes out of my fat mouth. Can you do that, or are you going to continue to stall while you make up your mind what you want to do with a tub of lard like me, Sir?” she asked him kindly but firmly.

“I wish you wouldn’t call yourself a tub of lard – you are big boned, Maw-Maw!” Ted wouldn’t have resisted the urge to call Savannah a tub of lard and she had the hot-rod body of a smoking hot woman, but his own mom he found as difficult to insult to her face as he did to strike her.

“If I don’t call myself what I am – you won’t – just like you are too chicken to hit me in front of everyone. Do you want to take me in private and hit me? Is that what you need to do? Lay down the law for me in the bedroom, Sir?” Maw-Maw was increasingly testing Ted and he was taking the bait, but he couldn’t strike. He was angry alright, but he was battling a personal taboo about hitting his mom that I could understand.

I don’t think I could have hit my mom either – even if she had asked me to. The idea that she would, seemed ludicrous anyway – but then I would never have suspected Maw-Maw had such a colorful past.

“I just don’t want to right now – I am the Master ain’t I? How are you getting to make the rules on this?” Ted was almost whining like a petulant boy who thought his mother was being unfair when he was in the right.

“Chicken, sir?” Maw-Maw could sound respectful and yet say the one word that could set Ted completely off his rocker. I saw him grow flustered at the challenge to his manhood, virility, and leadership embodied in that single word. “What I want – is irrelevant. What I need is what is severely lacking – it is a beating and an attitude adjustment. Something your father and grandfather would not have hesitated to give me for far less than smarting off or speaking fancy words if I had known any, Sir!”

“I am NOT chicken!” Ted demanded angrily shaking his fist at Maw-Maw. I think he was more angry she was calling him out and making fun of him than he was at the actual perceived insult.

Maw-Maw acted like she didn’t hear him while turning to look at Catfish and my brother. “Would one of you other Master’s come up here and show my son how to slap a bitch into submission please? No one wants a bitch who is too smart for her own good – can someone smack the shit out of me, please?”

She was taunting her son to finish the job. I saw my brother move towards her to do it. I wasn’t sure if he had it in him to hit the older woman but Catfish put his hand on Conner’s arm to warn him to stay put.

“I’ve discovered that people who ARE chicken are the only ones who have to explain why they aren’t,” she said aloud goading him. I saw a look of anger flash in his eyes but he remained adamant he wouldn’t hit her. His sister on the other hand seemed to be chomping at the bit (literally) for the opportunity.

Sarah, Gene, and Damian were all begging to have a go at it and Maw-Maw only laughed. “Damian – I know you’ve a streak of cruelty and sadism in you a mile wide – but you couldn’t hit me hard enough to knock a fart loose out of my butt, Sir” she was being sweet but honest.

Damian looked offended but he didn’t protest – his brother and sister were too busy teasing him.

“Ryan? You have had a taste of submission all afternoon – perhaps you would like to know how it feels to command an old whore like me? I am good for blow jobs and being milked –not giving advice and gossiping which is all I’ve done with my life. I am sure you’ve wondered what it’s like to slap a woman silly – your mother was a whore like me. She never let you take charge – can you step up now, and take your place as one of the Masters? Just like your father and grandfather did?”

I could see Ryan’s face and he was half-amused and half-horrified at the idea.

“Boy, one swing across my face hard enough to sway my opinion and I will declare you Master of this entire household – if I tell my Father and brother I want you – then I do. Swing and take your place as a man!” she spoke like a Queen-Matron offering the crown to a second son.

“Could I smack your ass, Maw-Maw?” Ryan’s teenage voice sounded squeaky and always sarcastic even when he was trying to be kind. He came across insincere but I knew he just didn’t want to hit her across the face – a kinder alternative.

“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. ”

“Jesus Christ, let me do it Maw-Maw!” Daisy spit out her gag.

“You need this more than I do, baby!” Maw-Maw reached over and stuffed the wadded up dirty apron back into her naked daughter’s mouth and turned to face Ryan. “I’ve been sassy for quite a long time, I promise I won’t be angry with you or hold it against you – show me what you can do, and you can put your clothes back on, and go home to your father and show him what you learned this summer!”

SWACK!!!!

I almost missed it – it happened so fast.

Maw-Maw’s head spun and her jaws wiggled some. I didn’t think she meant hit her quite THAT hard. I saw her eyes roll up into her head.

Just when we thought Ted wasn’t going to be able to do it – a sound that I can only describe as “SWACK” rang out when the flat of Ted’s hand connected with his mother’s flabby face. She shuddered and put the back of her wrist to her lip to check for swelling. I thought she was going to tell him that was TOO hard. It was harder than anyone had ever hit any of us – and the boys at the Seminole community pool hit HARD!

She smiled at him and waited. “Thank you Master, you hit like your grandfather,” she observed.

“There is more of that if you mouth off again,” Ted breathed heavily and shook the numbness out of his own hand, “unless you want another?”

“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 shall I go fetch the soap, Sir?” Maw-Maw’s blonde, stringy hair had flown out of place and she looked like the one hit had sufficiently jarred enough to be afraid of a second.

“If this is what you want – get down on all fours right now. Tits dragging the floor, ass way up!” Ted stood behind his mother and insisted she get her legs wider, “Let’s see that pussy and ass!”

“Yes Master, does it belong to you?” Maw-Maw moved with a quickness I would have thought impossible for her, into a crawling position that arched her back. She used her hands to pad the floor while keeping her legs far enough apart there was no missing her tight pussy and pink asshole. She still wore the bottle shoved deep into the crevice of her ass –the deep, pink wrinkled rim around it reminded me of a Hibiscus blossom waiting for a bee to come pollenate it.

“Does what belong to me?” Ted didn’t sound confused – he wanted Maw-Maw to spell it out for him.

She seemed satisfied and almost elated, “My cunt and asshole – is it yours now? Do you OWN me, Master?”

“What name does it say on your big-ass, Maw-Maw?” Ted answered back quickly while kicking her legs apart slightly and pushing her head down.

“It says Orenthal Jacobi – but he released me after you were born and let me live without discipline or guidance, Master. Does my cunt and asshole belong to you now?”

“Fuck no,” Ted’s answer seemed to offend Maw-Maw but she said nothing. “I don’t want that dirty disgusting, nigger-fucking set of holes. In the morning, you are going to be returned to O.J.; and if he won’t take you because you’ve let yourself get too disgusting both physically and mentally – then you will be given to whoever I decide should be responsible for your filthy whore-mouth. Is that understood?”

“Yes Master!” Maw-Maw sounded excited.

“Don’t get too fucking over-joyed, you fat, distended butterball!” Ted grunted that he might decide to take her down to J street and whore her out. “I’ll turn you out to one of those pimps and then you will regret volunteering your ass for this!”

“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, Master. Just as I would expect any bitch in this house to do, if you ordered it. My regret is not returning to the ways that worked – 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 dowdy, whale-like know-it-all and failed to set the proper example for my daughter or my son on how a proper bitch behaves herself – I am sorry, Master!”

“You are done talking for tonight – is that understood?” Ted told his mother coldly. She nodded rather than answer and the bottle wiggled back and forth slightly like a scolded puppy between her massive ass cheeks. “Crawl to the bathroom on your hands and knees and fetch a bar of soap from the bathroom. You’ll return and watch the other bitches eat!”

“Yay!” Savannah sounded a goofy cheer that punctuated the awkward silence as Maw-Maw shuffled off dutifully.

“Holy fucking shit,” Ted laughed off the tense moment after his mother had left the room. “I need a beer,” he sat down in the chair at the kitchen table and within moments my Aunt had brought him a cold, opened beer between her tits.

“Ryan –Pussy Boy!” he demanded Ryan come stand before him. “Look at you with your dick flopping around – you are pathetic,” he laughed. He needed to bully someone who wouldn’t fight back or stress him out. “You were going to hit my mother’s ass?”

“Well, she asked me to sir,” Ryan answered with his characteristic teenage sarcasm.

Ted made a fist as if to punch him and made Ryan flinch. He laughed and told him, “She is top bitch – if she tells you to do something – you do it, understood?”

“Yes Master,” Ryan answered, unable to not sound a little patronizing.

“Don’t call me that – it’s creepy when you do it,” he took a sip of his beer and insisted Ryan get back in line and wait at the end to be searched.

He laughed a great belly laugh at Ryan stumbling back into line and announced it was feeding time. “Those of you who haven’t been searched – get on your hands and knees in the kitchen. Don’t all go for it like a bunch of jealous seagulls!” he started throwing pizza at us. “Master Conner, I believe you’ve got a few more searches to conduct?”

I knew my brother wasn’t looking forward to searching the boys but he was fine searching Cricket. She smiled and thanked him and seemed genuinely pleased to have some of his attention while she submitted to his fingers probing her body.

I got lined up between Delilah and Daisy on the floor with my Aunt. No one was really shocked they made us eat on all fours. Catfish and Ted made a game of tearing up pieces of pizza into bite size chunks and hand-feeding us or throwing it to us like we were a bunch of rutting sea-gulls at the ocean diving for a bread crumb – that was the humiliating part. We were soon out of line and moving about like pigs in a pen – kept in the invisible boundary provided by the kitchen tile.

Maw-Maw returned quickly with the soap clenched in her teeth and came to her son’s chair like an obedient puppy rubbing up against his legs and watching the rest of us eat.

I could have sworn I saw a single tear falling down her cheek – whether it was one of joy or sadness I couldn’t tell as she listened to Ted and Catfish laugh about the fun they were going to have with all of us.

“Tomorrow is a new day, sluts! I want you to finish eating quickly and get some rest. I know you are excited to spend that money as fast as your greedy little asses can make it, but I am going to work you hard for the next two days and play with you hard!” he ignored his mother for the rest of the evening.

Cricket joined us on all fours on the ground after my brother finished searching her as he’d done the rest of us without having to be told. I had taken most of my meals on the floor over the last few days and I still hadn’t entirely gotten used to the disgusting exercise. The stray toe-nail clipping or hair would end up in my teeth off the dirty floor.

Kung-Fu Dave’s sister didn’t question why we were doing it or why she should – she simply took a position with the rest of the girls on all fours and waited to be tossed some pizza like the rest of us – holding her mouth open like a begging puppy.

I would have expected someone who had never been in this situation to at least ask “Hey, why are we doing this? Uh, what is in this for me?” but then again – I am not sure I had asked those questions either when this first began. It all just kind of happened.

“You want to take a break and have some pizza and a beer, Master Conner?” Ted wasn’t being sarcastic. He genuinely made the offer to my little brother with a sense of respect.

“Nah, I just want to finish up the inspections and I’ll eat then – thank you Master Ted!” My brother answered just as politely – like they were equals.

Ted saluted him with the tip of his beer, took a swig and slammed the empty on the table. “Get me another!” he commanded like a King on his throne from the cheap kitchen table and my Aunt delivered another from her knees.

Sarah, Gene, and Damian flitted around the living room and kitchen area – always running through the girls and managing to kick one of us in the ribs or knock one of us over, as if by accident. None of the girls dared to say anything to them – we tolerated it.

Bill remained sullen and quiet by himself. He ate pizza and watched his kids run amok, his wife remained on all fours, gagged, with the rest of us and he seemed lost in thought.

“Bill?” Ted regarded him. “Do you want to fuck Crystal tonight?”

“What?” Bill was uncomfortable being put on the spot. I felt like he probably did want that and he was waiting for Ted to chuckle that it was just too damned bad.

“Sleeping arrangements,” Ted took a swig of beer and a bite of pizza while he talked. “If you want to take Crystal tonight – I don’t mind,” offering my Aunt like she was a rusty old lawn mower in the tool shed. I didn’t look at my Aunt’s face but I wondered how that made her feel. If she thought this was still just a game – something of a con to make money.

“No, uh” Bill was not sure of himself. “We have until Sunday – so maybe another night?” He glanced at Daisy to gauge her reaction. She glared at him tensely.

Ted reached down to his feet and removed the soap out of Maw-Maws mouth and placed it on the table in front of Bill. “Maw-Maw, Daisy, and Crystal need a lot more time as house-bitches. I haven’t made up my mind about the others yet. It’s just as well you don’t want Crystal’s sexy ass – I am feeling like filling her full of cum and passing out. Which one do you want then?”

“I guess Daisy?” Bill’s answer came in the form of an uncomfortable question whether that would be okay or not.

“She needs a bit of an attitude adjustment,” Ted chuckled. “I was going to tie her up on the lawn for old Mr. Sanderson to have something for his dog to piss on in the morning – but if you really want her – I don’t have a problem with it.”

Ted’s tone sounded like he did have one stipulation and Bill waited for him to add his other condition.

“I just want you to take these handcuffs and lock them on her tonight – I will hang on to the key so that she doesn’t take it from you while you are passed out. Is that fair?” Ted handed a pair of heavy hand-cuffs over to Bill at the kitchen table.

“Me?” Bill regarded his wife on the floor carefully and then back at Ted before taking them. He stood up and approached her gingerly. She waited on all fours with the gag in her mouth while the rest of the girls on the kitchen tile milled around trying to eat pizza-scraps.

“Put your hands behind your back, please?” Bill told her timidly while standing over her.

She looked up at him as if he were crazy because she was on all fours and that would cause her to collapse face first.

Ted reached out with one of his workman’s boot covered feet and kicked her in the ass. “He gave you an order,” he reminded his sister.

Her eyes glowed like red embers but she lowered herself onto her tits so that her chin rested on the tile and put her hands behind her back.

“You could have stood up,” Bill told her. She looked up with an ungrateful look – communicating silently that he should have told her that before she put herself on the floor.

“She didn’t stand up because you didn’t tell her to do it,” Ted chuckled. “Don’t feel sorry for her. This is good for her –it’s preparing her to behave herself tomorrow at the pool. She should be thanking you. A lot of guys don’t know what to do with a bitch like her and will be just as shy. Why don’t you put the cuffs on her and ask her if she is thankful?”

Bill shook his head no, but surprisingly knelt down and applied the cuffs to her wrists while his own hands shook nervously. Sarah stopped to regard him carefully, sniffed, and then darted off to the other room when her attention span ran out.

“You can stand up, Darling,” Bill offered his wife and she glared at him at how difficult it was to get up from that position without the use of her hands. “Oh, I see” – he helped her to her feet.

“Go ahead and take out her gag and ask her if she is thankful for this treatment,” Ted reminded Bill. I don’t think Bill forgot – I think he was afraid to confront her and ask the question.

He carefully removed the apron gag from his wife’s mouth and held it – ready to shove it back in if she started spitting fire and screaming at him. Daisy remained calm and collected as Bill asked her, “Do you mind this, honey?”

That wasn’t the question Ted had told him to ask. It was the kind of question someone who didn’t want to push things too far would ask instead.

“Do I mind it?” Daisy tried to spit the taste of the grease-stained apron out as she talked. Ted smacked her ass with his hand and she added “Sir!” to her rhetorical question. She paused for a moment to look into the front room.

My brother had finished searching Lloyd – I had missed it. I wasn’t sure how thorough a job he had done or if he even touched Lloyd’s raging hard-on but Lloyd was grinning like it had been funny. He didn’t ask if he should join the girls. He slid down to his knees and crawled in with the rest of us on all fours to gobble up some pizza. Cricket smiled at his playfulness and cooed a bit – but he didn’t seem to notice.

-SWACK-

A blow that sounded like books dropping on the ground got our attention. It wasn’t nearly as hard as Ted had hit Maw-Maw but it left a red-mark across his sister’s ass that she wouldn’t soon forget. “I don’t think you answered MASTER Bill’s question. You need me to repeat the question?” his offer was more of an implied warning than an offer to repeat the question.

“No sir,” Daisy answered her brother first before telling Bill, “I don’t have much choice in whether I mind or not, Sir – So have your fun.”

“That isn’t a very good answer,” Ted combed his grizzled stubble of a beard with his fingers and almost looked down at his mother to see her reaction. “I bet she will have a lot more enthusiasm with a bat shoved up her ass – and a night on the lawn. It worked for my daughter and niece – didn’t it girls?”

Savannah was always quick-witted and half-joking but she was caught half-chewing a bite of pizza when he asked the question so it fell on me to answer.

“It did, Master,” I answered. It felt just wrong to call Ted my “Master” – the words didn’t feel genuine on my lips. I hadn’t said anything in so long that my mouth was dry and raspy.

“Cat finally got your tongue or too much cum dried down your throat?” Ted laughed at my apparent lack of words. “Where are my manners? You girls haven’t had anything to drink!” Ted poured warm beer on the ground, splashing some on our asses and back as he did, and inviting us to lap it up off the floor with our tongues. “You were saying?”

“Just that,” I looked at Maw-Maw who seemed content to remain seated at the kitchen table around Ted’s feet with a dumb-founded look on her face. I was drawing a blank on how to respond since I had been allowed to quietly observe things for so long – I had turned off my mind. I decided that was exactly how I would respond, “I thought I was a smart bitch who knew it all before I got here – and spending a night with my cousin outside in the rain – really taught me what a dumb cunt I actually am. I highly recommend it for Aunt Daisy – I am sure it’s doing wonders for Angel, Sir.”

I thought Maw-Maw gave me a quick look of loving approval – but she did it so fast I couldn’t be sure.

“Angel?” Bill shook his head curiously.

“Oh, I forgot, Master,” I knew Bill hadn’t really done anything to deserve the title but I wanted to see how it felt to call him that. It felt just as wrong as when I called Ted “Master”. I would need to try it on my brother, to see if that had felt right in the heat of the moment or if it felt differently now when I called him my Master. “You weren’t with us today – I don’t know her last name. We stopped by a girl named Angel’s trailer. My brother had convinced them to discipline her that way. I thought she took it like a good sport, Sir.”

“Blonde hair, pregnant – real pretty?” Bill seemed surprised when I nodded. “That’s my cousin.”

“I think everyone is somebody’s cousin at the Buckman, Master,” I joked – but he didn’t get it.

“Inspector Gadget,” Ted called my brother a nickname that might have just stuck, “What are the six conditions of the female?”

Conner was finishing up with Ryan and Savannah said, “God-damn, that was fast – you sure took a lot more time with us than you did with him, Sir!”

“I am HONGRY!” Conner smiled borrowing a line from Savannah and pulled her hair into pony tails to yank her head up, “And you have more holes – that are deeper and wider!” putting her into her place while taking a slice of Pizza off the table for himself.

Conner quickly went over a scale of the female condition he had invented. (chapter 69).

“The first condition is Bitch – she puts the needs of herself before all others. She is inconsiderate, impatience, jealous – uses sex to get others to do as she asks – I think that’s where Daisy is. The second condition is prude where she judges others’ sexual needs while denying her own, the third is tease, the fourth is prostitute or whore and finally the slut. The slut is the other end of the spectrum – willingly, wantonly, and shamelessly submits as a sexual creature – like my Aunt Crystal and Maw-Maw!”

Aunt Crystal looked up and smiled at him and he threw her a slice of pizza. It hit her in the center of her chest – on the breast-bone between her tanned, massive, fake tits. She didn’t complain.

“The sooner Daisy accepts her role – the easier it will be on her,” Ted nodded in agreement. “If she cooperates she gets pizza – if she doesn’t – she gets punished.”

Daisy didn’t look any more convinced to cooperate than she had earlier, but Bill passively accepted the advice while nodding – careful not to agree so much that he drew the wrath of his shrew of a wife.

“You think I am a slut, Master Conner?” Cricket smiled at him – looking up from the ground with her long tongue snaking the grouting in the plastic tile for beer.

“I think you have the makings of one,” Conner’s little bit of praise went a long way with the attention starved girl. “It’s obvious your brother didn’t know what he has with you – or how to best bring it out of you.”

“You are just saying that, Master Conner?” Cricket smiled a buck-tooth grin and took it as high praise.

“In the morning,” Conner instructed Savannah and I to do her hair and prepare her. “I want you to learn how they put on make-up, do their hair, and be ready to make money.”

“Do I belong to you now?” Cricket was not the brightest girl, so when she left off Sir or Master it wasn’t because she was being defiant – she legitimately forgot and quickly added “Master”.

“Does what belong to me?” Conner answered playfully – reciting a quote from earlier between Ted and Maw-Maw.

Cricket clarified, “My pussy and ass, Master?” She wanted to please so desperately and to get the response right, adding dutifully, “or cunt and assHOLE, Master?”

Conner looked over at the other guys at the table as if to ask them if she did. They shrugged and took sips of their beer - this was up to him.

“I don’t know if I will be here all summer – much less forever,” Conner answered truthfully to the disappointed girl. “I don’t even know what happens after this Sunday,” Conner’s answers were honest but not what she wanted to hear.

“Sunday – if we make 25 grand then you and your family can take your share and get the fuck out of here if you want to,” Ted explained quite cavalierly. “Maw-Maw, Daisy and Crystal need more bitch-training – at least a week,” he announced – as if waiting for the sound of protest from them. “I think Cricket is basically on a trial basis here – If she works out then she becomes part of the family.”

I could see Cricket look hopeful when Ted asked my brother if he wanted to train her. “It means you are responsible for her – I was going to give her to Catfish since he didn’t have any women of his own to train and you’ve got your sister.”

“You hear that Ellen? I own your cunt and ass?” Conner teased me playfully as if not completely buying into any of this – but enjoying it none the less.

“I heard him Master,” I answered with the mock-rich-bitch attitude of the spoiled brat I was supposed to play. “You get to own my cunt and asshole,” I conceded, “but like he said – when mom and dad decide we can blow this one-mule popsicle stand and dirt farm – then I get to go back and have a spa day, pedicure and manicure for all the nails I’ve broken!”

Everyone laughed at my casual acceptance of my brother’s ownership of me – which if you think about it should tell you just how twisted things had become. The very thought of one’s brother owning your ass should send panic waves through you and I had made light of it. I wondered what was becoming of me – as a silent part of me felt awkward, embarrassed and humiliated.

“So show me – show me what I own,” Conner’s tone was playful and confident but there was a trace I had begun to detect. His ego was starting to expand – he wanted me to prove my loyalty to him in front of the others the way Crystal and Maw-Maw had to Ted.

“Why certainly, brother dear!” I turned my ass to face the kitchen table where my brother was standing and while on all fours spread my ass wide the way Maw-Maw had for Ted earlier. I acted as if this were as simple a request as passing the salt at dinner time while displaying my bare, wet pussy to everyone – including Daisy’s kids who ran past laughing.

“Do you mind being my bitch?” My brother asked Bill’s question to his wife observing that, “You were a bit slow to show me that pretty, hairless pussy of yours.” I hadn’t realized he noticed I was slow.

“I am just tired, Master,” I wasn’t sure if it had been conscious on my part to slowly turn for him or if I truly was exhausted. “I don’t have much choice in whether I mind or not, Sir – So have your fun,” I offered Daisy’s answer to the question but in a slightly more playful manner – I was maintaining my rich-snotty girl persona.

“Don’t get too fucking over-joyed, you fat, distended butterball!” my brother was clearly goofing on me as he quoted Ted from earlier. “I’ll turn you out to one of those pimps on J-street and then you will regret volunteering your ass for this!”

I wanted to ask then and there if they did intend to make me fully whore the next day but the mood and tone just wasn’t right and I was really too afraid to hear the answer if it was yes. I chose to play along with him – somewhat.

“I volunteered for this?” I wiggled my ass playfully back and forth and looked over my shoulder at him instead of quoting Maw-Maw back. “I thought I was just drafted?”

“You see what I have to deal with Cricket?” my brother took a sip from a beer before choking a bit on the sour taste and setting it down. “The bitches in the family aren’t as enthusiastic as you,” he was consoling himself with a bit of a joke as he asked if she minded being his bitch.

“I have a question, Sir?” she asked very dryly. “I don’t have to eat naked off the floor at home do I? Dave and I live with our parents and they would probably have a cow if you told them I did.”

“What?” Conner asked her to clarify her question.

“I don’t know how this works, sir?” she struggled with the question herself. “I guess on Sunday when y’all are done – are you going to make Dave my owner?” She scrunched her nose – clearly uncomfortable with the idea. “He’s been boss of me since I was in Kindergarten, looking out for me when kids picked on me and even when I caught up to him in Second grade – the way you look out for your little sister. I guess I just always did whatever he said.”

I wanted to clarify that I was the OLDER sister but I remained silent.

“You shouldn’t do what Kung-Fu Dave says – he is an idiot,” Ted laughed but no one else did. The girls and I could see tears start to well up in her eyes, but she agreed with him.

“I know Sir – but no one here wants to own me,” she cried, “I am the ugliest one.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Ted was still joking and laughing. “My sister is pretty fugly as well!” He saw that the girl was serious and decided, “You belong to Catfish – at least for now.”

“REALLY?” she answered enthusiastically – her thick eyebrows raised in anticipation. She opened herself to adopt the same wide-legged stance on all fours as I was holding, to ask Catfish, “Do you own my Cunt and Asshole, Master?”

“Yes,” Catfish’s simple answer was all she needed to become giddy with joy.