CHAPTER ELEVEN

Reader’s Note: This is Joanne Swift’s journal, adapted for reading, detailing the events around October 8^th (Saturday) 2016 – after Taylor has gone to the Vulgus’ household.

“Are you worried?” Tom’s question to me was vague, and worrisome.

I stood in the living room, approximately where Taylor had stood in attention position, and looked at my remaining kids still talking and goofing around about what they’d just seen.

“Should I be, Sir?” I’d accidentally called him Sir in front of the kids, but none of them seemed to notice; or if they did, they said nothing. I was growing increasingly concerned he was going to punish me next, and was asking if I was worried that I was going to be stripped and spanked in the same exact manner.

“Our eldest daughter just skipped across the street in nothing but an apron and butt-plug with a man we barely know. Do you think he’ll take advantage of her?” Tom’s question was not what I was expecting.

Taylor had always been the aggressive man-eater type. We had never worried about her in chat rooms on the Internet, because if someone asked her a dirty question she was the type to take screenshots and shame them to everybody else in the room.

We had never worried about her being promiscuous on dates either, because she seemed neither inclined nor curious about boys and dating. I had set her up on some blind dates, and those had gone incredibly poorly, with her making the boy feel 6 inches tall and generally toying with his ego.

I remembered what she told one sweet lad whose mother I’d met at some country club event. She said, “He needs to get laid,” adding, “Not by me – but by someone. That much was obvious.” I think she dismissed him as too weak-chinned and ‘uncool in general’.

I couldn’t talk to his mother for two months after that – just couldn’t face her after Taylor had been so rude. She was right of course – some girl could have probably fucked the stupid right out of the boy and nudged him closer to actual manhood. It still wasn’t something you said in polite circles to people’s mothers.

I had absolutely no doubt that if Mr. Vulgus tried something with her that she would likely lay him out on the carpet and wouldn’t think twice about it. “I’m not worried about that,” I admitted.

“You look worried about something.” Tom was keenly observant at times. I was worried he was going to punish me, but unlike Taylor I wasn’t going to say that and inadvertently suggest it by doing so. “You don’t think I was too harsh on her?” he asked. “I overlooked her pulling the gag out when I should have given her another 10 swats. I didn’t want to seem overly harsh though,” Tom said compassionately.

He would have never tolerated me wriggling out of my bindings or removing a gag – even when he first started training me right before we were married. “I understand your generosity there sir and given the circumstances and the people present I agree with your decision,” I started to say more but stopped.

“I can see you have more to say,” Tom gave me permission to finish my thought.

“Taylor can take generosity for weakness and she may have missed an opportunity to learn that she cannot just remove a gag when it suits her,” I reminded him that he had always been a stickler about that.

“Yes, you are quite right. I am in uncharted waters here with her. I never thought I’d be using the techniques I learned on domestic discipline to keep ALL of the womenfolk in my life in line,” Tom jested.

I was glad he admitted that he wasn’t completely certain of his course of action. Tom is my rock and I count on him to have a plan but I am glad when he can admit he isn’t sure about his course and ask for my input.

We were able to have this conversation in the living room with the kids present because they were too busy joking and goofing on each other to pay attention to what we were discussing. They were theorizing about the chores they would make their sister do when she came back, and talking about how much fun that had all been.

“I mean, the butt-plug was a little over the top. It probably was a little much don’t you think?” I didn’t want to question my husband and show a lack of confidence in him, but that was my honest opinion.

“I know.” Tom shook his head trying to wrap his head around the events of tonight as well. “I hadn’t intended for her to learn about it; but you have to admit that on some level, just seeing a black circle is a little less perverted than her bare pink anus. I think it is a good metaphor – she is a pain in the ass and now she has a pain in her ass.”

“Is that why you require me to have mine in all the time, Sir?” I flashed a wintry smile at my husband.

“Sometimes,” Tom said honestly but that he was training me to accommodate cock in my ass and strengthen the muscles in my backdoor. “You have learned and accepted your place and that is more for physical control but it also serves as a permanent reminder that you are my three hole slut,” he said.

This conversation was making me red-faced, and Tom knew it. He wasn’t being sadistic – he just enjoyed watching my mind spin at times.

The kids were not listening to us talk even though they were around the living room area. Tom said that he would think about what we discussed but that now that he had brought out the toy it was already in play. “Going back on it now would just make me seem wishy washy,” Tom confided in me.

Then he told the kids they’d had enough fun for the night and to brush teeth, take their showers, and get ready for bed. They protested as they always did, and he told them that he wasn’t telling them twice – as he always did when he was home. They hustled off to their respective rooms for the night.

We retired to our room, and I undressed for him and assumed the punishment position at our bed with my silver plug in my mouth. He came out of the bathroom and said that he was tired, and asked if I would understand if he didn’t discipline me tonight. “I’d just settle for some snuggling after all of that.”

I understood and asked if he wanted me to sleep with my butt plug “Bud”. He told me, “Your choice,” and I left it on the nightstand after I lovingly cleaned every inch of it.

That night we didn’t make love, and after he fell asleep I played with myself harder than I normally do – pulling on my tits and trying to squeeze my clit between my fingers the way he often did. He usually squeezed my pussy like he was angry in some way, but with the kind of confidence of someone who owns it and isn’t doing it to someone else. They’re squeezing because it belongs to them, and not out of malice.

My actions to pleasure myself didn’t put me in the right mind-set and calm me at all. I even thought about waking Tom to ask if Big Mike could come out and play. I normally avoided the biggest dildo in our collection when I could, because it completely filled me, but I was prepared to be invaded – dominated.

It was probably around 2 A.M. when I was awakened by rapping on the door. My husband was out like a light, snoring. I thought about inserting the butt-plug, but there was an entire ritual that Taylor had no understanding of involved in putting it back in, and I was worried if it was her asking for help.

Sandor was up and yipping around. I shushed him, but he continued to yap and whine at whoever it was outside.

I threw on the apron I had worn earlier and whisked my way down the stairs. Scotty was up and running in his underwear and a white shirt. I told him to go back to bed, but he ignored me and followed me to the door.

I looked through the peephole and there was my daughter, completely naked, asking to be let in.

“Scotty.” I became very serious and told him to go back to his room, and that I would deal with it.

“What? Who is it? Taylor?” Scotty excitedly tried to open the door and I stopped him. I didn’t want him to see his sister returning to the house, and had no idea what had happened – maybe Mr. Vulgus had done something inappropriate with her.

Scotty opened the curtains on the side of the door and looked outside with a chuckle. He immediately saw Taylor crouching down on the ground, completely naked under the patio light. I had no choice now but to unlock the door and let her in with him there.

I opened the door and she said, “Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Ma’am!” while not doing much to hide her nudity. She really couldn’t – the girl’s tits, ass, and pussy were completely exposed as she squatted down naked in front of me.

I absolutely hated the title ‘Ma’am’ and my first thought was asking Tom if he minded if I asked for her to call me something else. It sent shivers down my spine – I had served a Mistress once when Tom and I used to go to public-play dungeons, and she had made me call her ‘Ma’am’. I almost thought he was going to loan me to her in exchange for one of her female submissives. This woman was a professional dominatrix who made her money on Craigslist offering her services in exchange for cash, and she was an expert at both physical pain and humiliation.

“What happened? Where’s my apron?” I asked as I shut the door and locked it.

Scotty was giggling and laughing, but Taylor did very little to hide her nudity around him other than give him a scornful stare.

“I know, Ma’am; I’m so, so sorry! Sir Marvin got sick all over it and I couldn’t wear it back!” My daughter actually sounded sincerely apologetic. It was a very alien tone to me. I knew she was an expert at manipulation, but usually I could see right through it when she pretended to care about something besides herself. I couldn’t this time.

“Why didn’t you wear a towel or something back from their house?” I still didn’t understand why she came back naked.

“You and Sir Dad said I had to wear the apron all weekend.” She told me that “Sir Dave” had offered, but that she thought she’d be punished if she did.

I didn’t expect she would take the rules quite this literally, and I wanted to clarify that this was her father’s rule and not mine. But then I thought better of saying that because I wanted to present a unified front and support Tom’s decisions. I stood before my naked daughter, unsure of what to say.

“I still have the butt-plug, Ma’am!” Taylor offered sweetly as consolation.

She didn’t know this but all of my toys had a name and it irked me to call it “Just a butt plug”. It was beyond surreal just to hear my daughter saying “Butt Plug” at all. I understood Tom’s reason for it but I felt uncomfortable even discussing this with her or telling her how good she was to have saved it considering she was completely naked with the exception of a punk rock style spiked collar she had on when she left.

There came another knock on the door. Sandor had calmed down when we opened the door, but he was frantically alerting us to the arrival of someone else at the door.

I assumed it had to be Dave or Betty Vulgus bringing over the apron or an explanation about the naked girl they’d sent back to her home. I didn’t even think to check out of the peephole before I opened the door because it had to be one of them.

It wasn’t.

“Uh, hello again.” Mort Goldman, the neighbor who lived right next to us, was standing at the door. He was a short, nebbish of a man who reminded me instantly of Woody Allen. He had red curly hair and wore square black glasses on his thin, mousy face.

I had suspected for a long time he had been stealing any lacey-lingerie I left on my clothes line in the backyard but I couldn’t prove it – needless to say, he wasn’t my favorite neighbor.

Scotty was laughing at how awkwardly uncomfortable the situation was, with the man standing in the doorway right after we let Taylor into the house. He’d obviously seen her scurry inside and was asking about her.

“I’m thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.” Mort broke the ice as I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

“You’re funny!” Scotty declared. I’d always been annoyed by our neighbor, but that made me chuckle – then again, it could have been the large amount of wine I’d had before bed.

"If you like that, then you’ll like this,” Mort said. “Every hooker I ever speak to tells me that it beats the hell out of waitressing. Waitressing’s gotta be the worst fucking job in the world."

Scotty laughed even harder – I have to admit that the man was charming in a creepy, lonely sort of way. I was glad it was him that caught our daughter and not one of the other neighbors who may not have had a sense of humor about it.

“I don’t think being funny is anyone’s FIRST choice, but thank you.” Mort seemed to be looking past me, and I understood why. “I thought I saw your dog was loose,” he said, before adding that when he came to investigate it looked like a naked girl. “I thought maybe it was my lucky day, or someone needed help, or maybe both!” he said hopefully.

“That was my sister,” Scotty grinned proudly.

“Naked? The big one, or the little one?” Mort struck me as a bit of a pervert – but I wondered what business was it of his which one it was.

“She wasn’t naked,” I lied. I don’t know why – but I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of sharing in the amusement the others seemed to have over this situation. I explained that it was the older one.

“Taylor?” He seemed surprised to hear that and said, “I would never expect that she would be a streaker. I used to streak in the 1970’s, but then people took up a collection to pay me to stop.”

I couldn’t tell if he was joking because of his deadpan demeanor, but I found myself giggling.

“So where is she then if she wasn’t nude? What did she have on?” Mort seemed surprisingly forward for someone who just came over because they were worried. I was about to tell him that it was none of his business when I heard Taylor say that it was a Halloween costume.

“I am going as a puppy and I was just trying it out,” Taylor said from behind me. I turned around expecting to see her, and then looked down at the carpet behind me.

Taylor was on her hands and knees with Sandor’s collar around her neck and a leash hanging down. She had another leash wrapped around her tits, barely covering her nipples and she was completely bottomless except for the butt plug.

“What do you think, Sir?” she asked Mort – much to my surprise. She had been absolutely awful to the neighbor in the past months, showing him zero respect.

“I mean…” Mort seemed lost for words. “I think you’re still naked,” he fumbled, before adding that he thought she and I looked very similar when we’re undressed.

I didn’t say anything about it and hoped Taylor and Scotty wouldn’t take notice of his off-hand comment. The little man spoke quickly and said a lot, so it probably went over their head.

I should probably mention that I’ve been avoiding this particular neighbor for the last few months, not just because he can be annoying and nosy. One of the reasons we chose this particular house was that it had a privacy fence around the backyard. Tom and I were thinking we may get some time to do some BDSM training in the backyard, but with work and the kids that had been something of a pipe dream.

On one sunny day, when the kids weren’t home, I’d tried to lay out in the backyard and get some sun. I’d stripped down and brought out a CD player with some Celtic music and a nice glass of chilled wine to relax. I had not been outside for more than 15 minutes getting some sun when I saw Mort Goldman pop his head over the fence to ‘welcome me to the neighborhood’.

I had no idea how long he’d been watching me before he introduced himself, but ever since then I’ve noticed he’s been staring at my tits and ogling me. I’m naturally too polite to say anything about it, and it can be kind of flattering. I told you Tom and I used to swing, but he can be unreasonably jealous when it comes to things like this, and I hadn’t wanted to start any kerfuffle in our new neighborhood. I had never been given permission to sunbathe, and it seemed best if I just pretended it was normal when he caught me, and said nothing more about it.

“So, do you make a habit of prancing naked through the neighborhood every night, or was this a special occasion?” Mort was smiling when he said that, but he seemed hesitant to accept the explanation as it stood.

“Hardly completely naked, Sir!” Taylor lifted herself up on to her knees and squatted with her hands in front of her chest. The arms covered the fact that the leashed belt around her chest didn’t cover her nipples, and she stuck out her tongue to pant. “You wouldn’t offer me candy, Sir?”

“I would, but the kind of candy I would offer may get me 10 to 20 years,” Mort said, while saying that it didn’t look like she had on any bottoms.

It didn’t help that my son was cracking up the entire time.

I tried to explain that teenagers these days are a lot more bold than we were when we were young.

“I know what you mean.” Mort said with the internet and low-rise jeans. “You can see the top of their butt cracks when they’re walking in public. I always want to go and roll a quarter down their crack, but you know I can’t…,” he paused for comedic affect, “I’m Jewish.”

I don’t think Scotty got that he meant he couldn’t part with a quarter because he was Jewish, but my son was in stitches, laughing at the jokes and his naked sister squatting like a dog.

“This?” she pulled on the black strands of her pubic hair hard, and told him it was part of the costume. “This is glued on to make me look like a female dog,” she explained.

“A bitch?” Mort was equally curious and quite possibly not buying this at all.

“The very same.” She said that I was taking her for a walk so we could work on the costume and no one would bother us. “I realize it looks like I’m naked, but do you expect dogs to wear clothes, Sir?” Taylor did have a little bit of a point there.

“I suppose not.” Mort looked at me with a grin and then back at Scotty. “You know, you’re a very lucky boy.” Mort told him that his sister had once caught him looking at her and nearly, “put my eye out through that peephole. I never did that again…more than five or six times more.” He was clearly joking.

“You’re a smart guy!” Scotty laughed.

“I've never been an intellectual, but I have this look,” Mort said, before asking where her tail was.

“Good question,” Scotty agreed.

“All I have is this plug.” Taylor actually turned around and showed Mort her ass. “Do you think it looks believable?” She looked over her shoulder coyly before calling him ‘Sir’.

“Believable? Yes, absolutely, but as a dog’s tail? Absolutely not, no,” Mort said in his funny New Yorker accent.

I found myself amused by this situation. I don’t know if it was the wine, or the fact I was sexually frustrated that night, but I told Taylor that I had a better tail for her. “What about this?” I found one of Sandor’s dog toys. It was a rubber ball, about the size of a small racquet ball, that had two twisted cords hanging from it.

I thought my daughter would laugh and we would have a short joke about it before I told this weirdo to go home and went back to bed myself.

“I’ll try it, Ma’am.” My daughter reached up and soaked it with her mouth and began to salivate all over it. “You were going to show me the proper way to remove and insert one of these?”

“His name is Ignotus,” I told my daughter, and said that she probably wasn’t ready for instruction on how to do that.

“Nonsense.” She insisted that Ignotus had fallen out several times and embarrassed her at the Vulgus house.

I don’t know why I didn’t put a stop to things at that moment, but I told her that once she had prepared the tail she could assume the sitting position.

My daughter took the position, kneeling on her calves as her father had shown her.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” Mort stood there watching her on the carpet at our front door.

I corrected her posture so her back was straight, and made her kneel so that her legs were further apart and her ass was lifted off the ground, putting more weight on her knees. That was how I did it – the proper way. Tom can be a real stickler about procedure, and she was already naked, after all.

“You slide it out without touching it.” I had to explain twice before she realized that meant using her muscles to basically poop it back out. “Then you insert into your mouth to clean it,” I told her.

“After it’s been in my butt, Ma’am?” she asked with surprise. I knew then she must have picked it up at the Vulgus house and dusted it off before just driving it back into her butt.

“How else would you clean it?” I asked with a shrug, and told her if she didn’t want to wear the costume I would let Janie wear it this year.

I was joking – and honestly part of this was the wine talking. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely not completely sober.

That suggestion seemed to electrify Mort who was now absolutely thrilled that the two of them would be competing for the costume.

I ignored his perverted suggestion, and told her to lift her ass up slightly and then insert the tail with two fingers until she could use her asshole to grab it and pull it in.

Taylor hadn’t developed those muscles and it required a lot more prodding and shoving, but finally with a grunt and an uncomfortable popping sound she put the tail into her ass in front of her brother and the neighbor.

“What do you think, Ma’am?” Taylor was quite proud and returned to being on all fours to crawl around.

“I think you look fantastic! Perfect costume for Halloween,” I was teasing.

“Can I take you for a walk in the yard?” Scotty asked with the same level of excitement.

“It’s up to Mom. Can we please, Ma’am?” My once-surly daughter practically begged to go outside for a moonlight romp in the front yard.

“The backyard only,” I suggested that there were creepy people in the neighborhood and they may see them outside. “No offense, Mr. Goldman,” I added.

“None taken,” he said flatly. “I’m sure you’re talking about an entirely different creepy person anyway. I have to get home to the wife. In my house I'm the boss, and my wife is just the decision-maker. She’ll want to know where I was,” he said.

“Do you want her to know you were helping me with my Halloween costume, Sir? I could come over with you and explain,” Taylor volunteered.

“Oh no, I think that would best be just between us,” Mort said, adding as he retreated from our front porch, “Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering – but it's all over much too soon. If my wife discovers that I was here, and what I was watching, it may be over even sooner.”

I locked the door after he left and turned around to notice Sandor sniffing my daughter’s ass.