CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Reader’s Note: This is Joanne Swift’s journal, adapted for reading, detailing the events around October 9^th (Sunday) 2016. Tom and Joanne have just decided to go downstairs and give Taylor a choice to make.

“Fart Face, I want you to turn around and face me,” Tom said. He told his daughter she could keep her hands at her sides and walk into the living room. There he assembled all of the family as well as Kimber and Summer to have a pow-wow of sorts about what he wanted to happen and solicit their feedback.

Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, but the clip allowed her to twist her hands so that she could hold things or move them around. She stood, hands behind her back, waiting for us to lay this out.

Tom didn’t go into the fact he had become turned-on and needed sexual release. He’d come to the realization that he was turned on by the activities of training – and not necessarily who he was training. He had me for release, and I stood behind whatever decision would be made.

Tom basically laid out a choice she would need to make.

CHOICE #1

“If you think you’ve learned your lesson this weekend, then you can go upstairs and get dressed. The 500-dollar shoes are going to be returned or donated. You are going to go back to the name ‘Taylor Swift’, and you can refer to us all by first name. We are going to expect you to pull your weight on chores. We’ll go back to the original chore distribution list that you had before this weekend, but you’ll walk Sandor completely and thoroughly. You will be expected to go to school on time, clean your own messes, and be respectful and honest. If you can do that, then you won’t need training or discipline and you can consider this lesson closed and learned. I’ll expect you to earn your own money to buy makeup and clothing from now on, but you’ll be permitted to pretty much dress as you see fit and have reasonable curfews for a girl your age. If you want to go on the date with Brandon, I have no problem with that, and if you’ve changed your mind now that you’re under no disciplinary action, then you can tell him politely and I’m sure he’ll understand. Our neighbor needs a volunteer babysitter this week. You can make sixty bucks tonight, but if you don’t want to do it, all I expect you to do is go over there and politely let him know.”

Tom asked her if she had any questions about that option. I think he expected her to automatically pick that option without listening to the others. Her friends certainly seemed to think ‘done deal’ and were already asking if she was allowed to leave for a little while, under the assumption that she would be an idiot not to take it.

Taylor surprised us by asking what the other choice was.

“So you want to know what’s behind door number two, huh?” Tom quoted from Monty Hall’s old game show Let’s Make a Deal. No one but me got the reference. Tom swallowed after he failed to get a laugh, and took a deep breath.

CHOICE #2

“Choice number two is simple. You continue as you have been, wearing the apron in the house and learning your place around here. Your friends become your handlers at school and report back to me. Your mom and I continue to manage and teach you as best we can, and ALL discipline will be performed in plain sight of the family – no more taking you into the dressing room alone in a store. I don’t want there to be any doubts about what you received. The difference is that you are free to wear Cadmus or not wear Cadmus. You may not shave your cunt or touch yourself without punishment, and you will be on severe restriction, having to get permission from one of us for just about anything.”

Tom laid out the plan in a way that it didn’t sound overly harsh and included domestic discipline that would be her choice. He explained that if she still felt she needed this guidance, and would just ignore the lessons she has been taught this weekend, that “it would save everyone a lot of headache and trouble if you opt for this choice – because if you fuck up on option one, you’ll be right back here.”

Kimber and Summer were clearly not in favor of this option and said, “Fuck that noise!”

They saw nothing of value in it for Taylor, and Tom had actually intended to be much harsher in what he was offering. His plan had been to make it so she really had little choice but to pick the first option, so that he could end this experiment in daughter rehabilitation, while saving face for not giving up himself.

“I would still get to go out with Brandon, Master?” Taylor asked.

“I don’t know.” Tom said that he still wanted to talk to Brandon beforehand so he knew where he stood on taking her out under discipline in a controlled way.

“You would call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Dad’, but you would not be required to call me ‘Master’, as you are not a slave and I don’t want people to think we made you do this against your will or treat you like property.”

“What is option number three, Sir?” Taylor asked without even asking questions or making a counteroffer of some kind.

“You don’t have any questions? Like how long you would have to spend under option two?” Tom asked.

“You already told me, Sir.” Taylor told him that it would take as long as it took to correct her attitude.

My husband nodded that was correct, and seemed surprised. Tom had told me he expected Taylor would want something out of this, and he’d been wrong. She didn’t ask for anything or lay out any conditions. She just wanted to know what option number three was.

We hadn’t discussed giving her a third choice. Tom wanted to keep things relatively simple, but he decided to go ahead and give her the illusion she had a choice by laying out the much stricter set of rules he had originally wanted to go over with her. Tom said in negotiation it is a bit like a magic trick. You want to offer them any card in the deck, but make sure they choose the one you wanted them to pick. He could do that by making only one option seem viable.

CHOICE #3

“Option three is that you would be required to keep Cadmus in all the time. You’d be required to remain shaved and smoothed and not aroused. You’d only wear the apron around the house for specific chores or company, and any other time you’d be trained naked so that you cannot hide behind the apron and I can make sure you’re shaved without any special inspection. Your punishments would always be done out in the open and you would receive more structured discipline in how you sit, stand, and talk, but it would follow a similar course to option number two at school. You would be cuffed almost all of the time at home as well,” Tom said.

He added that he would write a word on her body each day that reminded her of her shortcomings or lessons, and it would be the focus of that day.

“Would I call you ‘Master’ then, or just ‘Sir’?” Taylor asked him.

“You would be expected to address me as ‘Master’ and your mother as ‘Mistress’, as we are the Master and Mistress of this household. You would not be a slave, but you would be somewhere below the family pet in the pecking order. All of your meals would be served in the shoe,” Tom explained.

“How would I eat with my hands cuffed behind me, Sir?” Taylor asked with a curious expression.

“Your hands will sometimes be cuffed in front of you or tethering you to a chair. You would be taught,” Tom started, and looked at me. “Your mother would show you how to eat with just your mouth. Most of your duties would involve using your mouth for work instead of lies and manipulation. You would not like this treatment, I assure you,” Tom promised.

“It’s going to be hard eating out of a shoe. I could see the food getting caught inside the toe where you can’t reach unless you dig it out,” Donny was totally accepting of the idea, but as he so often did felt the need to discuss the specific details.

This did not amuse his father. Tom told him that she would be shown how to dig out the food and not to worry about it. “This is really not about you right now Donny. You are privy to this conversation because it is going to be happening around you, but I really need you to just listen and let me worry about the details. I’ve got this, okay?” Tom assured him confidently.

I actually wondered the same thing but I was confident that Tom would adjust the plan if it needed to be adjusted. Donny nodded that he would sit quietly and Tom looked at Taylor to see if she had any comments or questions so far.

“Would I be allowed to go on a date with Brandon IF you talk to him and he understands, Sir?” Taylor seemed curious about this option. I didn’t really think she was going to take it.

“Your father gave you three choices,” I interjected. I regretted stepping in, but I was nervous and I felt like Taylor was obsessing over the third option. “You may want to try the first option and if you cannot behave then we can always put you on option two. If you pick option three, you will remain that way until you’ve proven you’re cured of your brattiness and bitchy attitude. You will be treated like the cunt you actually are, and if you thought today was embarrassing, then I’ll assure you that this role won’t be glamourous – it will be hard work!” I promised.

“I know, I just want to know all of my options, Ma’am,” Taylor explained calmly. I tried to convince her she needed to ask questions about the first two choices as well to really understand them. “You may not realize that the third choice would be servitude and obedience training all of the time, and you would be held to the highest standard we can hold you to.”

“Why am I being asked to make a choice now, Ma’am?” Taylor seemed confused we were confronting her now with choices. “I had no choice before. I was told that not making a choice WAS a choice, and that this is what we would be doing going forward. What happened that all of a sudden I need to choose?” She had grown skeptical.

“Look,” Tom explained, “I had a training plan for you, but your anger, resentment, laziness, stinginess with your time and affection, control issues and manipulation are all things we can work on together slowly. Once I saw that you tried to shave your cunt without permission, I had to adjust the training plan because you clearly appear to need more advanced and refined training to keep you in place,” he explained. “If you’re going to shave, then you’re going to do it right and not half-ass it. That would involve making sure it’s done properly and ensuring you comply with all the standards that go along with it.”

“So why give me a choice if you know what I need, Sir?” Taylor asked.

“The simple fact is that I cannot make this choice for you. You have to want to change and you have to want to become better. If you think you can just go ahead and be a better sister and daughter to us, then I’m fine with letting you go put on some fucking clothes and with closing this chapter in our lives.” Tom fully expected her to see his point.

“So let me see if I get this straight.” Taylor summarized the proposals individually. “If I pick option two, I’ll continue the training that I’ve been doing, which is apparently half-assing things. I promised you I wouldn’t half-ass my training, but obviously the rules you put in place ensured I would. If I pick option three, I’ll be losing even this apron and having to work my butt off and still be treated like the lowest rung of the family?”

Tom smiled and said that was correct.

“Yet, if pick option one, then I’ll be let out of the discipline and expected to behave myself. Then when I fuck up and go back to old habits, you’ll put me back in option two and take away my choice?”

“IF you fuck up.” Tom reminded her that she could choose to behave and simply not fuck up.

“Tell me honestly, Sir, if you think I am equipped to behave, be respectful and helpful without discipline, and I won’t fuck up again in the next year?” Taylor asked.

I had to agree with her point. She would fuck up. The question was more when and how badly would she fuck up.

She just HAD to use the word “honest” when she asked her question – that pretty much guaranteed Tom’s response – it was one he had told me many times in the past.

“Taylor, I don’t like when you say honestly because that implies that other things you tell me may not be honest. To answer your question, yes I think you WILL fuck up. Yes, I think you EXPECT To fuck up. I am not going to EXPECT you to fuck up because that is already planning to fail and I don’t do that. I am going to hold you to a standard and make it as difficult as possible for you to fuck up and control and minimize your fuck ups. Does that about cover fucking up or should we address fucking up a little more?” Tom wasn’t angry or impatient – he was actually a little amused by her concern.

“So it isn’t IF I fuck up – it’s that when I do, the choice will be taken from me?” Taylor asked.

“Okay, so we are still on fucking up,” Tom grinned and told her he would put her mind to rest. “Yes, you hit it on the head. When or if you fuck up in such a way that we find we are down the wrong path, and you no longer fit in the rabbit hole you have gone down, I am going to pick you up by your little rabbit ears and put you in another hole that you do fit in. That hole may not be the one you like and it may actually make you struggle,” Tom explained.

“Right now, I am giving you a choice between two things and entertaining the choice you put on the table. You already know that not making a choice is not an option because one will be made for you – one you will most likely not like. You also know that in your present situation the fact I am even letting you make a choice is a luxury. You had a choice each and every day you lived here up until now. You could be a good kid, get along with everyone as best you can and do what was expected of you. You failed to make that choice. I want you to really think about this and you may need to take some time because I don’t want you to say I rushed you,” he warned her.

“No, I think I know what choice I want and why,” she said.

“I may be going to Atlanta next week on business,” he told her that she could very well decide next Friday and if that was the case she would remain in option one until he got home. This was the first I was hearing that he may be travelling; but he often had to do that for work and it wasn’t a surprise, although I would miss him. “Take your time and really come to a conclusion because if you pick something and then don’t like it, then I am not entertaining any boo-hooing about it. It will be too bad, so sad, tough titty – you made your bed now lie in it.” He was giving her every opportunity to just be level headed.

“I’ve made my choice, Sir and, from what you have told me, I feel that this is really the only choice I can make,” Taylor told him.

“You can make any of the choices,” Tom reminded her. “The question would be if it’s the only choice you can live with. If this is truly what you want and you know it in your heart to be true then go ahead, but understand that if I do go to Atlanta your mother is going to hold you to it while I am away and there will be no negotiation or back and forth. It is simply what it is – so lay it on me,” Tom asked her to choose.

I waited, hopeful that she would pick choice one, but knowing she would pick choice two.

“I choose choice three,” she said as she looked Tom in the eye and called him ‘Master’. “I can’t remove the apron, so will you undress me?” Taylor asked politely.

Kimber and Summer were stunned. The two sullen goth girls were quietly sitting in shock. They had not even been staring at their phones this entire time as they were waiting intently for her to choose – assuming she would pick the first and easiest option so they could have their playmate back.

Donny, Scotty and Janie were stunned. Their mouths hung open as they looked at each other in shock.

“I don’t think you understand what this entails,” Tom told her. He said that once it began, he couldn’t just stop it if she grew uncomfortable with the rules. “You will NOT just be naked. You will be exposed and vulnerable at all times. You will be stripped of your pride and ego and be placed into service mode. You will have zero privacy and be under constant supervision, both directly and indirectly by me. You will answer for even small transgressions of rude or unacceptable behavior. You will work your ass off for little thanks and almost no reward. You will not be allowed to come and go as you please, and will have to seek approval to even fart or sneeze. You will have elements, both mental and physical, used to train you to be a better person. That includes your personal thoughts, your past, your shortcomings, your school life, your social life, your entire body used to put you in your place. You will be humiliated and disciplined as frequently as possible in order to control your behavior and re-educate you. This will not be fun and it will not be easy for you.”

Tom was waiting for her to back down – I was scared for her. I had been trained by Tom when we were first married, and he could be a harsh and demanding taskmaster when he began something like this.

“Yes, I know, Master.” Taylor said she was eager to begin. “I have listened to every word you say and I agree. I am a bitch who threw away her choices and shit all over anyone who ever tried to be nice to me or help me,” Taylor was looking at Janie when she said that. “I have only myself to blame and I don’t think going back to my old ways will help me. I think if things are too easy around here, and there isn’t a lot of discipline, I will be tempted to be a brat because it is in my nature. I want to change and I need to change, but I know I am incapable of it on my own,” she answered with a confidence that this was right for her.

“We will be here no matter what choice you make to help you and guide you,” Tom clarified for her.

“It’s simple math,” she said and Donny’s ears perked up at the mention of math. “I know if I pick option one I will find ways to slide by and to sneak around and eventually I would fuck up and revert to my old ways. When I am tempted to fuck up I will hurt people in the process and waste any effort you put into it. Then you will place me in option two, which is half-measures of discipline and I will still skate by as I always have. Then eventually, after wasting more time and effort, need to be in option three. I would rather it be my choice,” she said.

“That isn’t actually math,” Donny piped up and told us it was deductive reasoning and logic.

“Thank you Oppenheimer,” Tom sarcastically thanked Donny before telling Taylor how proud he was of her for coming to this conclusion. “I will support the choice you made but I don’t think you really understand just how hard it will be,” he told her.

“You aren’t going to make me do anything impossible or that is going to kill me, so it will make me stronger,” she said.

“Still not math,” Donny told her that was existential philosophy. He was clearly having a bit of a laugh, but Taylor and Tom were locked in a very serious discussion here.

“No, I am not going to; but I reserve the right to modify the rules so that if you do NOT fuck up, I can give you a new set of options. The rules have to be fluid because incorporating discipline into the household is easy for me, but it is going to impact everyone in this room and I want you to understand that your mother and I are going to act in EVERYONE’S best interest,” he said. “Some of what we make you do may seem hard or even absurd because you’ve never done it before, but it will be in your best interest as well,” he assured her.

“Well, like give me an example please, Master?” Taylor asked patiently.

“You understand that if we order pizza, you’re going to answer the door completely naked and hand him the money with your mouth?” Tom explained, hoping to shock some sense into her.

“Hot.” Kimber seemed to like that idea, and suggested she would get a job as a pizza delivery girl just to see that.

“Yes, Master, and how would I carry the pizza with just my mouth?” Taylor asked.

Tom told her she would bend over at the waist, turn around and ask him to put the hot pizza on her back so that she could carry it carefully into the kitchen to serve her family. “If you drop that pizza you’ll be licking up the sauce from the carpet and spanked hard. I’m not kidding, and this is really going to happen if you go through with this.” Tom assured the girl he wouldn’t pull any punches.

“What would going through with answering the door like that teach me, Master?” Taylor asked how it would actually be in her best interest.

This was another question that Tom would have a difficult time answering. I already knew he thought it was a great way to train a submissive in service, because he had me answer the door using the same protocol years ago.

“You learn humility, and if the pizza guy is delighted by seeing your naked body, then you’re learning to please your betters. Your sexuality was for you to use at your discretion if and when you wanted to, but now it will be used to train you to be amusing to others at our discretion,” Tom could see she still did not get it.

“Learning that benefits me how though? I mean I understand it is a lesson you are teaching. What can I do with that lesson, once I have learned it, Master?” Taylor surprised me because she clearly DID get it – she just wanted to actually understand it better.

“Your body was yours to do with as you please. No more – once you accept and submit to this training you no longer learn to manipulate and control by being controlled and submissive. You aren’t able to hide at the door behind the veneer of a stuck-up bitch. This is not the only lesson by any means and I am glad you are asking these questions. I don’t mean to gloss it over but until you actually do them you can’t really appreciate the lessons I am teaching. You are also putting your family first by making sure they eat before you do. Even in how you carry the money and the pizza to serve it, you will be demonstrating physically a willingness to be humbled. You can learn a lot from it, if you’re open to the lesson; but I don’t think you’re ready for something like that,” Tom told her.

“How will I know if I don’t try, Master? I’m not getting any better the way I was,” she said confidently. “If answering the door for a pizza guy naked makes me a better person, then let’s do it.”

Tom told her there was a lot more to it than that. “I am not training you to be an extrovert who doesn’t care what happens to her or who is a total slut that just likes to shock the pizza guy. That is the part you don’t understand about this. You just hear open the door and greet the pizza guy and you aren’t hearing the part about protocol, sacrifice, humility, and obedience,” Tom wasn’t convinced this choice was right.

“So teach me then Sir,” Taylor wasn’t on the floor groveling but she was close to begging to be permitted to make the choice. “You asked me to make a choice and I have – choice three. That is what I am asking for, Master.”

“I also don’t think you really understand that by making choice number three with me that I won’t be able to soften things as I have been.” Tom was trying to warn her not to make this choice. “If you are tired, or bored, or want to take it easy, that isn’t going to be possible. So I respect your choice, but I also want to make sure that you really understand it because the expectations placed on you will be harsher than you have ever had in your entire life and I want to know you are up to it,” he said.

I could tell he was proud of her courage, even though he was trying to warn her not to make this choice; but I think a part of him wanted to goad her into making it anyway to prove him wrong.

He just wanted to make sure she wasn’t doing it to shock him and really thought it through.

“I’m sorry you felt you had to soften the lessons earlier for me, Master.” Taylor said that she thought he was acting in her best interest.

“I have been!” Tom swore to her.

“You told everyone if they feel sympathy for me, if they feel sorry for me, if they let me out of my duties, then that was a form of manipulation on my part and not doing me any favors. You said that when I did something wrong, I was supposed to ASK for discipline because it would save me headache and pain later. Instead of just getting punished ONCE or TWICE and learning my lesson, that I would never learn the lesson and get punished many times for the same problem because I never learned,” she pouted. “You put me through all of this for a weekend only to tell me now that the lessons you could have been teaching me were watered down.”

She was absolutely correct – that had been a part of Tom’s teachings and some of what I had said in The Big Speech.

“Yes, I did say that.” Tom was struggling to overcome her logic. “You may be misconstruing my words, though,” he explained, adding that he felt the punishments and trainings were at a level that was appropriate to her.

“Were they? Did I behave myself, Master? Did I have an opportunity to shave my cunt and not seek permission?” Taylor was still arguing in favor of choice number three. “I don’t do math as well Sir Donny, and he may say this isn’t even math,” she said passionately. “If it took one day to teach a lesson but you only taught it at 50% effectiveness, it would take two days to teach it. So if you have been holding back and not making things 100%, it will take twice as long for me to learn my lessons!” she said.

“That is actual math!!” Donny proclaimed enthusiastically.

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Tom agreed with her. I assumed he was talking about how stubborn he could be when he made up his mind. He could have meant she was like Donny and smart, or she was even like me in some way. I wished he would have explained in further detail.

“You’ve made up your mind, but I still haven’t made up mine. Here is what is going to happen and I really need you to understand this,” Tom made sure this was explained with crystal clarity by going over the condition he was setting forth on evaluating her for taking such a big next step.

“You are going to go ahead and remove your apron and you will be fully naked and not permitted to cover yourself in any way. Your mother is going to attach clothespins to your clit hood and nipples. She is now your Mistress, as she is the Mistress of the house, and you will obey her as you do me as you should have always been doing in the first place because she is truly your better in every possible definition of the word,” I was flattered when Tom said that although a little overwhelmed that I was now a Mistress simply because he called me one.

I thought a title like Mistress was something that had to be earned after proving your ability and desire to be dominant – and I had neither proven it or showed any desire to be a dominant.

I offered no protest and accepted that I would need to step up just like Taylor was stepping up to follow Tom’s plan.

“You will leave the clothespins on for an hour while you make dinner and eat. If after an hour you change your mind, then you can continue on with choice number two and we won’t bring this up again until I decide to call a family meeting and review it.”

She understood and politely repeated her request to have her apron removed. Taylor was polite in how she asked but she made it quite clear that she was ready, willing and had no conditions of her own on whatever test her father thought appropriate to move forward.

“Once you begin this path, your ass belongs to me until you’ve proven you learned the core principles of submission. I teach using HOPE – Humility, Obedience, Patience and Enthusiasm. You will master all of those principles and LIKE it before I am done with you.” Tom came behind her and unclasped her wrist cuffs.

“So you aren’t letting me pick this choice, Sir?” Taylor asked with a confused look.

“I am, but I want YOU to remove your own apron and beg,” he said.