CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Reader’s Note: This is Joanne Swift’s journal, adapted for reading, detailing the events around October 9^th (Sunday) 2016. Taylor is about to beg to be trained fully at the house.

Taylor removed and folded her apron, bending at the waist to put it on the ground neatly once she did. She had on only her high heels, her wrist cuffs – unclasped – and the punk rock collar she’d been wearing the last two days.

Tom sent me to get some clothespins while everyone adjusted to seeing her completely naked.

It wasn’t that hard of an adjustment – the white apron had barely covered her tits and pussy. But it had done enough that, once she was naked, we were struck in awe by the sight of a lithe, beautiful teenager totally disrobed in our living room – one I had raised from a little girl.

Her lily-white tits jutted straight out, and her dark nipples were covered in bright red nail polish surrounded by lipstick that had been used to paint up her face like a clownish whore.

Her pussy was badly shaved, with stubble still present. Tom promised her it would be shaved like an infant’s bottom so that it was completely exposed, and that I would be the one teaching her this.

I could have felt uncomfortable about this, but I’d taught both Taylor and Janie to shave their legs.

Tom turned her around and had her bend over to show her ass-cheeks. He wrote FART on the left cheek and FACE on the right. “Your name is Fart Face. I’ll be writing on you daily as a constant reminder of the things you need to work on,” Tom said.

“How does she work on being a fart face?” Summer asked scornfully, while rolling her eyes.

“I’m glad you asked that, Summer.” Tom ignored her rude approach and said that Taylor needed to accept this was now her new name. He turned to Taylor to make her understand this was how he and the rest of the family saw her. “This is your identity. You aren’t Taylor. You can pretend to be Taylor in school when the teacher calls roll-call, but for the time being you have lost that name. You hated it anyway, because you were associated with a beautiful, charming singer who doesn’t have a single scandal and has never said or done a mean thing, as far as I know. Ah, the world weeps at white people’s problems. You could be starving and growing up the daughter of a crack whore in a motel. You could be working 15 hours a day in a sweatshop just to feed yourself. You don’t want to be Taylor anymore? Fine. You can accept that, since you shit all over everyone here and treated us like crap, you are now ‘Fart Face’,” Tom said.

“Thank you, Master,” Taylor answered him, as I left the room and went out in the back yard to get the pins. He continued with her initial affirmation.

I had some clothes outside in the backyard hanging to dry, and a small bag of clothespins. Tom didn’t use these on me very often, but when they’re clipped to my nipples, they’d pinch and bite in a painful and constant way. They don’t hurt that bad, but when you leave them on one of your most intimidate parts for a while, you’ll actually feel warm, and almost miss them when they’re gone.

“Hey, it’s my favorite neighbor.” I heard the familiar voice of Mr. Goldman from the other side of the fence. He spoke in one of those Brooklyn Jewish accents that reminded me of Bernie Sanders.

“Hello, I can’t talk right now,” I said as I fished out a half-dozen wooden clothespins from a cloth bag hanging on my laundry line. I had a state-of-the-art dryer in the garage, but I preferred to put Tom’s shirts and some of my more delicate things on the line to keep them fresh.

“Just bringing in some laundry?” Mort said. I had no idea how he could see me from the other side of our so-called privacy fence.

“Yes,” I lied. I even took a few articles of clothing to make it appear I’d come out to collect them.

“I was thinking about your daughter’s Halloween costume,” Mort said.

“I bet you were! You pervert,” I quietly thought to myself, without saying that out loud.

“My nephew is in town for Halloween, and I was hoping I could bring him by….” he said.

I distinctly told him I didn’t think that would be possible, and that I had to go. He said we could talk about it later, and I went back in the house. He could be an annoying creep on many levels, although he was funny at times.

Tom had Taylor kneeling with her hands clasped behind her head when I returned. He was making her beg each member of the house to let her choose to serve them. She was doing that to Janie when I walked in.

“Dearest Princess Janie, please allow me to be a humble servant and learn obedience in the Swift household. I apologize in advance for any embarrassment you may experience seeing me disciplined like this or if your friends come over. This is a selfish request that you put up with me as I learn to behave myself, be kinder, more giving and considerate, and less lazy. I ask that you tell Master whenever I break a rule, and I’ll never hold it against you. It will be helping me to learn my place and the lessons he’s trying to teach. I know that I’m incapable of change on my own, and left to my old behavior I will continue to ignore you and be cruel to you. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me or to treat me any differently than Master tells you to. If you’ll help me to be a better sister and person, I won’t hold anything you say or do against you. I hope that my example helps you to avoid the road I’ve been on, and I want you to know, because I don’t say it often enough, Princess Janie – you’re my sister and I love you.”

I almost cried at how sincere and sweet that was – I hadn’t EVER heard Taylor tell her sister that she loved her. If this is what it took to hear that, then I was willing to put up with just about any change.

“Ah, the clothespins.” Tom made Taylor stand up and took them from my hand. He demonstrated how to apply them in the living room, and reminded her that she ASKED for this treatment.

“Is this punishment for something I did wrong, Master?” Taylor asked with a pouted lip at her father.

“Oh no! This is training. You will have your body used against you. As a beautiful girl, you’ve had boys throw themselves at you because of it. Now you’ll have those sensitive parts, like your nipples, used as tools for motivation and a constant reminder.” Tom let the clothespins bite into her nipples and hang there before slapping them a few times to make sure they wouldn’t easily fall off, and then continued the lesson.

“What’s it a reminder of, Sir?” Taylor asked.

“That your body belongs to me, and will be used to train you, Fart Face,” Tom repeated.

“Yes, train to domwhat, though?” Taylor asked for clarification.

“Train to be more compliant, accepting, humble, patient, and less angry. There are times I am going to push your buttons and get you riled up. You will be tempted to roll your eyes at me and be a little bitch or refuse to continue with your training. That isn’t going to happen. You will not be permitted to stop until you have met every single one of my criteria for your success. Each and every time you fuck up you will be punished using loving but harsh discipline that addresses your failures and shortcomings so that you don’t forget the lesson,” he explained very seriously.

“So like you said: a criminal gets punished for what they did, and an athlete trains every day to get better, Master!” Taylor seemed to be getting it.

“Precisely!” Tom said as he pinched her clit between his fingers and attached a clothespin to the pink center-meat of his daughter’s pussy. “You’ll be punished when you do wrong, but similar methods will be applied as training to keep you in line. You’ll be doing chores and tasks with no reward other than the satisfaction of knowing you’ve been of service to your betters. You’ll be constantly reminded through this humiliation and training that you are...”

“A slave, Master?” Taylor finished for him.

Tom jiggled the clothespin on her clit, and, not satisfied that it was on secure enough, he opened it and re-clamped it deeper between the folds of her delicate pussy. I saw her wince but accept his touch without protest. “You’re the family pet. You chose this position. A slave will have no choices and can be sold – you’re being educated through discipline.” Tom made a subtle distinction.

I was his slave – the necklace he gave me said as much.

Never ever would I expect him to “sell” me. He may have loaned me to someone to train, back in our wilder days, but with him present and only for a single session. I even had a tattoo on the base of my neck with my slave registry number. It was subtle enough and my hair was long enough that you couldn’t see it – but I had committed to him enough times that there was no mistaking I felt I was his wife and his property.

“These don’t even hurt as bad as the alligator clips, Master.” Something subtle in Taylor’s voice told me she was actually disappointed by that.

“Good.” Tom applied one to her nose and the kids laughed. He made her stick her tongue out and applied another to her tongue, causing her to lisp when she spoke, and eventually a subtle stream of saliva to dribble down her chin because she couldn’t fully close her mouth. “You’ll be asking me or your mom to apply these to you every day when you come home, or for some other form of physical therapy,” he said.

“Therapy? I’ve been in therapy for 6 years – I’m still a girl,” Kimber chuckled.

“That kind of therapy deals with the mind.” Tom asked her if it worked.

“I’m sitting here in a skirt and panties, so no,” Kimber chuckled.

“Exactly. You need both the physical and mental. If you were in therapy to reinforce your feminization, that would include wearing panties, having a small cock-cage to keep you from masturbating and reinforce sitting while peeing, and hormones to help induce and expand your tits, for starters,” Tom said.

“No, it’s therapy to convince me to be a boy,” Kimber said.

“Why? You’re clearly a girl. That makes no sense at all.” Tom flicked the clothespins and let them jiggle one last time before declaring Taylor ready to beg her brother Scotty to put up with her.

Kimber was very pleased with that response, and said that she’d been taking hormone pills. She asked Tom how he knew so much about these things

“I’ve been active in the BDSM lifestyle since before you were born, Kimber.” He said that he knew cross-dressers who lived as women or felt they were trapped in a man’s body, but that the culture of the time simply disapproved. “I learned how they made the transformation and developed the courage sometimes to go from loving husband to become a loving wife. Fart Face is incredibly brave to follow in the same path to change outwardly. I believe inside she’s a good person at heart – we’re just going to strip away all the layers of darkness and reveal the real her,” he said.

“Trust me, there’s nothing but darkness on my surface because I’m bitter to the inner core, and so’s Taylor,” Summer laughed.

“It’s ‘Fart Face’ now, Ma’am,” Taylor reminded her best friend politely. It was so surreal I could hardly believe the change in Taylor.

Tom’s words hadn’t been lost on me. I remembered the story I told you earlier of Chucky the cuckold who was living with two Asian dominatrixes. He left behind a wife and kids and a fantastic job as a CIO of a Fortune 500 company to live as a cuckold and be feminized. Until just that moment I had always thought he was selfish and ran away from reality to live out his kinks.

Tom had just made me realize how incredibly brave he was to become the person he always wanted to be, despite the stigma associated with being the plaything of two Asian dominatrixes. I still giggle every time I picture this very handsome man in a pair of panties, with his square jaw and athletic build, kneeling and crawling into the room in order to serve us tea when he heard a bell ring whenever we visited them.

Taylor knelt in front of her brother Scotty next. He was sitting by himself on one of the chairs, because Summer and Kimber had his usual place on the couch. Tom was making Taylor go around the room to each one and not only ask their permission to make this choice, but apologize for the future impact on them.

I know it makes sense for me to start writing about her as Fart Face but in my head I often still think of her as Taylor.

“Scotty Sir, I know that you think this is hilarious, and I don’t blame you. My life is a train-wreck, and I’ve been a cruel sister to you. I’ve laughed in your face and made fun of you. I’ve set you up on dates knowing they wouldn’t show,” she said.

“You knew Jenny wouldn’t show up?” Scotty asked.

“I mean, she was hot and a senior. You had to know I was catfishing you, or someone was,” Taylor smirked. She couldn’t help but look a little prideful at how she’d snowed her brother into thinking he was going on a date with one of the hottest girls in school.

“So is my date with Gloria rigged too?” Scotty asked skeptically.

“I don’t know, Sir.” Taylor told him she had nothing to do with that, but reminded him she had only asked to go trick-or-treating. Truth be told, Hope asked Donny and suggested Gloria would go with Scotty. I still didn’t understand that one, but I’d be happy if it worked out.

She continued as she had with Janie by telling Scotty several of the pranks she’d pulled on him and how she’d laughed at his pain, and invited him to go ahead and have a laugh at hers. “I’m going to do this anyway, whether you laugh or not, so you may as well have at it,” Taylor told him pragmatically.

“Oh, I’ll have a ball,” Scotty assured his sister.

“Don’t invite people over just to see your sister, though, or take any pictures.” Tom pointed out one of his rules. “I don’t want any videos or pictures ending up in the godforsaken cloud!” Tom said.

“I don’t really care one way or the other, for the same reason I’m standing here naked, Sir – it prevents me from hiding who I am inside, and you punish and train me openly because there’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve asked for this treatment and the lessons that come along with it,” Taylor said.

“You have no idea how bittersweet it is to hear you admit that.” Tom told her that he was proud of her, and she was doing well at making these points. “You’ve no idea how strict things are going to get. I need you to remember, though, you aren’t just talking to me right now. You’re talking to one person, and one person only – Scotty.”

“I am so, so, so, sorry, Sir!” Taylor turned her attention back to the brother she was kneeling in front of and asked his forgiveness. He nodded, and she continued that she would be punished, disciplined, and exposed for the fraud she’d been all of her life. “I’ve pretended to be this badass goth bitch all of my life, when in fact I’m just a rotten, spoiled brat, and I’ve so much to learn about life that this can teach me. I know it’ll impact you, and I hope you’ll be amused or at least your life will be made a little easier by my service. I don’t think you can benefit from the lessons I’m learning by watching them, but if you ever have thought I was cool or what I did was awesome and wanted to be like me, I want to apologize in advance and hope that my changes will convince you to never be like me, Sir Scotty.” She waited for him to respond.

She looked over her shoulder at her father, and then asked Scotty if he minded living in the same house while she went through her change.

“I was waiting for you to tell me you loved me, like you did Janie,” Scotty said cutely. I knew he was kidding, but I had never heard her tell ANY of her siblings that she loved them.

“Scotty, I know I’ve teased you mercilessly, and ignored you, but you’ve always reminded me of me, and that may be why I acted like I hated you – because I hate that you remind me of me. Looking at you is like seeing myself in a mirror held up to my face and it can be scary. I hope you know that whatever you say or do or think of me, I love you very much, Sir.”

I felt a small tear roll down my eye – a tear of joy and pride, just like the one I shed when she said she loved her sister.

Taylor waited, and Scotty smirked, enjoying his time lording over his older sister while she knelt at his feet, naked.

“Scotty?” Tom prompted his son to answer Taylor. He was growing impatient with his son’s goofing on her.

“Say ‘pretty please’,” Scotty asked her impishly.

“Pretty please, Sir,” Taylor answered him almost immediately.

“Say ‘pretty please with sugar on top may I be the family pet’.” Scotty, emboldened by his father’s speech, pretty much was treading on thin ice with Tom, but said it anyway.

“Scotty? We have other people she has to ask.” Tom reminded him to stop fooling around.

“It’s not a problem, Master,” Taylor answered her father, and patiently asked Scotty out loud, “Pretty, pretty please, Sir, may I be the family pet?”

“I have no problem with that,” Scotty chuckled, having pushed things about as far as he dared.

“Thank you for your blessing, Son.” Tom was slightly amused by his son’s humor, and said that she should do me next.

“Oh, she doesn’t need my permission to do this, Sir.” I was standing off to the side, watching her grovel and wondering how this was all going to work.

“She most certainly does,” Tom insisted. I knew better than to argue with him, although I had only meant that I was fine with it if he thought it was for the best.

Taylor came over to where I stood, and Tom corrected her. “If you’re already on the floor and going to kneel anyway, you can crawl,” he said.

“I have my hands cuffed behind my back, though, Master,” Taylor reminded him.

“Then inch-worm along,” Scotty chuckled.

Tom said he didn’t need Scotty’s suggestions, and that he also knew very well Taylor was bound. “You’ll be bound a lot, and you need to learn to be creative, but pretty much what Scotty said. You put your chin and tits on the carpet and snake along, wiggling your ass as you go. Always imagine what would amuse your betters, and work from there,” Tom told her.

She was kneeling at my feet and we locked eyes. I had long had a problem with eye contact, but Tom had insisted I always look people in the eye when talking to them. And yet I was still feeling intimidated, looking down at my naked daughter as she pleaded and begged me to let her choose this training.

“Mistress, thank you for putting up with me all these years. I know that you tried your best with me, and yet I turned out to be an ungrateful snot. I’m rude, cruel, and I’ve been causing trouble in the house for years. I look forward to your training, and I should have been following your example all along. You’re what a real strong woman is: you’re intelligent, caring, loving, and you’ve been doing all the little things around the house without so much as a thanks from me. You’re the glue that holds the family together, and I want to learn to be more like you, to become the woman you are,” Taylor said.

I was floored. If there was a way for her to flatter me, this was definitely it.

“You know this will be very hard for everyone, and that there are certain people I won’t be able to invite over anymore,” I told her – I was thinking of people like our realtor, Betty Bartholomew, who sold us the house. She was the kind of elite soccer-mom type that would gossip and never understand what we were trying to do.

“I trust your judgement, and apologize that you won’t be able to invite those people over. I’ll wear an apron or whatever you decide is best if you do have them over,” she promised.

“Why don’t you just order Fart Face to behave? She seems willing to do whatever you say. Just tell her to be good from now on and be done with it.” Kimber offered an overly simplistic solution to “just be good”.

Tom was about to answer, but Taylor turned to her after apologizing to me for the interruption.

“I’m sorry, Mistress, but please allow me to answer my friend Miss Kimber,” she said before continuing. “They could order me to behave and I would certainly do my best, but after years of being allowed to run wild and be hurtful, I would surely fail. I need the consistent discipline that the training provides, and maybe one day I’ll have the strength and self-control my mother has to be a well-mannered lady who’s entitled to all of the privileges and respect that comes along with that position.

Kimber nodded that this made sense, but she also seemed confused.

“That’s my other question, Fart Face.” I asked Taylor, “Will you actually respect me? Do what I tell you without question?”

“No, Mistress, I won’t,” Taylor said. I was devastated, and everyone else seemed surprised.

“I’ll secretly resent you for your knowledge, and try to undermine you when I can by not doing things exactly right when I can get away with it. That’s my true nature, and so I may as well admit it right now rather than pretend. I’ll need you to call me out on it and make me respect you. I’ll need you to teach me to do things properly and completely, and hold me accountable as Master does. I’ll definitely do what you order me to do, but I’ll have questions – many questions, Mistress.”

I was impressed – this was the single most honest answer I’d heard to any question tonight.

“Who are you, and what did you do with my daughter Taylor?” I joked.

“I am Fart Face, and I retired Taylor so that I can find out who I really am by carving off the exterior and starting over, Mistress.” Taylor answered my question seriously.

“I ask that you train me, call me on my bullshit, and don’t feel sorry for me. I ask that you teach me what you know about submission – and I know you actually know a lot about the subject, Mistress.” Taylor implied she knew I was submissive to Tom.

I admitted that I was in an official manner for the first time to them.

“I’m submissive only to my husband, and I believe his place is as the Master of the house. If he feels this is best, and you are asking for my blessing, then I give it. But understand that if tomorrow you don’t like what I’m telling you, or you get bored – tough titty. Too bad and so sad for you – you’re going to do each and every thing I tell you. And I’m going to learn a few things myself from you. I’ve already learned that you should question my orders so you can understand the point of them. I just don’t want you questioning them in order to delay doing them and frustrate me. I need to be more clear and explicit as well. I love you, my darling daughter, and I wish you didn’t have to suffer, but you do. I’ll help you get through it and learn something from it,” I said.

“Damn, who’s doing the apologizing?” Summer laughed. “Her or you?”

Taylor didn’t acknowledge her and maintained eye contact with me.

“I love you too, Mistress.”

I wished she’d said ‘Mom’, but it was very sweet to hear her say that and sound like she meant it.

“I hope at the end you’ll still love me and not hold it against me if I have to be strict,” I said.

“Naturally, and I hope you’ll let me call you Mom again one day, so I can say ‘thank you’ for teaching me to be a better daughter and human being, Mom.”

Taylor made my heart skip a beat. If I could have rolled up two cheesy Lifetime movies about togetherness and family and actually eaten them, they still wouldn’t have been as satisfying as hearing her say that.

Tom told her it was Donny’s turn.

Taylor thanked him and laid flat on the carpet in order to wriggle her way over to where Donny sat.

Donny had a huge smile on his face. It was finally his turn for attention, and he loved it. Taylor struggled to make it over to him and found it difficult to get back to her knees where she could kneel at his feet. She lost a few of the clothespins on the way, except for the ones on her tongue and clit.

“I know that you’re going to enjoy me groveling, Sir. Should I go ahead and just ask if you’re cool with this now?” Taylor was kidding, but she was also quite right that Donny would have no problem adjusting to this new arrangement.

“You need to ask him properly and give each person the same time and due respect as your better. Although you already said the words to one person, you didn’t say it to the others. Give him your undivided attention and start over from the beginning,” Tom instructed, adding, “Also, if you’re going to kneel, do it properly. You’re no longer a lady and entitled to privacy.”

Tom kicked her thighs apart with his feet, and told her that she had no secrets or magical powers between her legs that were going to escape. “Your cunt is just two piss-flaps and a little pee-hole. You are on display when you’re kneeling. The pink of your cunt should be visible, and Cadmus needs to be visible in the back.” Tom made her sit so that even though she was kneeling on her calves, her butt was up in the air slightly.

That was how I sat at attention, fully exposed, with one minor exception.

“Your hands are behind your back. Since you’re supposed to be fully exposed, what should you be doing with your hands?” Tom asked her rhetorically.

“Pulling my ass cheeks apart, Master?” Taylor sniffed.

“Correct,” Tom said as she pulled them apart. He continued with telling her never to play with her butt plug or be caught adjusting it with her fingers. “Keep your fingers out of your crack, other than to grab and pull. You want there to be no doubt you are naked, and you want to thank anyone for taking the time to look at you – don’t make them feel guilty for stealing glances.” Tom was already teaching lessons, and now Taylor was sitting exactly as I did when in the same position.

“There are seven key positions or one-word commands. You already know Attention, Punishment, Cool Down or ‘calm your tits’, and Kneel. You’ll learn the other two after dinner,” Tom promised, and told her to continue once he was satisfied that she was fully engaged in the kneel position.

Taylor started over with her brother by saying, “Sir Donny, I’m sorry for skipping right to your acceptance of my discipline. I should have treated you as my better and laid everything out for you without assuming your response. I’ve done that your entire life. When we were little, if you got a bike then I had to have one, only it needed to be nicer.” That was very true with all of her siblings, but she had always been in competition with her older brother to have anything he had. She would make the case that it wasn’t equal unless she had everything he did – but never make the case for him to have something she did.

“If you had a lemonade stand, then I took it over and made you work it and took a cut of the profits.” I never even realized that she did that when they were little, but Donny clearly remembered and nodded.

“I’ve been a bad sister to you and I’ve gotten you in trouble; hurt your feelings; called you dork, Nerdrodamus, jerk-off, and every name that I thought may make me feel a little bit superior to you. The truth is, I was – no, I AM jealous of your intelligence, and I wanted to knock you down to my level. I ask that you do the same by calling me ‘Fart Face’ and allowing me to serve as the family pet until I deserve better. Will you please, pretty please with sugar on top, allow me to do that, despite any inconvenience caused by my constant discipline?” Taylor said.

“Inconveniences like what?” Donny asked a surprising question – I didn’t think he would actually have any.

Taylor couldn’t think of any either.

“So in other words, you’re trying to snow me. You said what I wanted to hear, and said you’re sorry for any inconveniences, but you haven’t even thought about what they may be? Like for instance Hope Miller will think I’m a total freak for having a sister like you, and you could fuck up my chances with her if she goes trick-or-treating with us and you’re there?” Donny said quite seriously.

“I am sorry, Sir, I should have been more thoughtful. Do you not want me to go trick-or-treating with you then?” Taylor said.

“Fuck yeah, I want you to go trick-or-treating with me,” Donny answered enthusiastically, adding that he just wanted her to think about actual consequences of her actions before apologizing for them.

“Well done, Son,” Tom said, and Donny smiled. Tom added, though, that it was him and I teaching Fart Face lessons, and he didn’t need them to come from his son.

“I can learn from everyone in the house, Sir.” Fart Face dared to talk to her father without being spoken to, explaining, “If Sir Donny IS my better, then he knows more than me, and while I should check with you and Mistress to confirm his lesson, as you just did, I feel I can benefit from listening to his opinion.”

Tom was pleased. He told her to go to Kimber next, since she was present and closer than Summer.

“I’m not finished asking permission, Master.” Taylor dared to challenge her father again. Although she did so respectfully, it still came across as brash and willful to me – at least for a submissive.

“Yes, you can train naked,” Donny confirmed he had given her his permission before she could continue.

“Thank you for the permission to discipline. I’ve told the others and I’ll tell you…” Taylor started.

“Please, no mushy stuff,” Donny protested, but Taylor insisted on saying it anyway.

“Sir Donny Swift, I love you. Thank you for being my brother and for putting up with me all these years. Just wait a little longer and hopefully I’ll be more tolerable.” Taylor was really surprising me with her enthusiastic attitude.

How could, in such a short weekend of subservience, she be so convinced that this training of her father’s invention would work to produce positive results? It was a subset of actual BDSM training, and as far as I knew Taylor may dress in leather and spikes, but she had absolutely no experience with it outside of this weekend.

Kimber was close by, so Taylor could easily turn her head to address her.

“Pick your entire naked ass off the ground and MOVE to position yourself facing your friend. Do not just turn and be lazy. This is your official request, so do it right and sit as you were taught, Fart Face!” Tom ordered, and Taylor hastily complied.

“Harsh,” Kimber laughed.

“It has to be, Miss Kimber. I’m a harsh bitch who’s stuck-up,” Taylor admitted.

“I know! That’s what I like about you,” Kimber said with a smirk. She was a sexy-looking girl, even though she actually had boy-parts, and she enjoyed playing the tease.

“I’m sorry that’s what you like about me, Miss Kimber,” Taylor told her, saying that she wouldn’t be permitted to continue that behavior any longer. “I wouldn’t take this seriously if it wasn’t harsh, and I’d just misbehave. I really need your help at school, supporting me as I transform from the ultra-bitch I’ve been in order to become something approaching a decent human being. I don’t expect you to understand my need to change, but I hope you’ll approve, Ma’am.”

“First of all…” Kimber became serious and looked disappointed. “I, of ALL people, understand your need to change what you really are by any means necessary. I would hope you remember what I’m packing between my legs. If I could change who I was by taking off all my clothes and cleaning the house, I wouldn’t have a stitch on and my house would be spotless, girl. I commend you – I think it’s very brave. I’ll help however I can, but I have to ask you one thing: Do you really think you’ll be happy being a house pet? Being treated like a naked slut?”

“I don’t think this is about me being happy, Ma’am. I was happy being a bitch, and a controlling, manipulative, sour-faced asshole. I need to stop focusing on what makes me happy at the expense of others, and start trying to please others. I’d be glad to be a good slut as opposed to a hurtful bitch, Ma’am.” Taylor thanked her friend.

“Whatever makes you happy,” Kimber was half-listening as she checked her phone.

“It would make me happy if you’d watch over me on the way to school and report back to Master if I’m a bad girl, Ma’am,” Taylor said with a clever grin on her face.

“Totes, will do.” Kimber checked her phone dismissively, but agreed that she would.

Tom let Taylor know that she had one more person to talk to: Summer.

Summer and Taylor had been on the same wavelength since we moved here a few months ago. I think Summer actually became even more goth and emo in her mannerisms as a result of my daughter’s influence. Donny said she looked a lot like an actress named Summer Glau – if Summer Glau were an emo ice princess. Taylor and Summer had fought, argued, and had some drama, but had always made up afterwards. I believe she was the closest Taylor had to an actual friend in the past.

Taylor inched over to Summer, before talking, to put herself in an acceptable kneeling position, with legs apart so that her pussy was exposed to the girl while she spoke. Summer didn’t look up from her cell phone. I think she and Kimber were texting one another, and possibly multi-tasking on their phones, doing other things at the same time.

“Can we get this over with?” Summer rolled her eyes. “Go ahead, kiss my ass, tell me you love me and want to be me, or never be like me, or whatever it is you have to say.” She sounded bored as she mocked what Taylor had to do to begin this journey of submission.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Taylor tried looking Summer in the eyes, but Summer wouldn’t look up from her phone. “I know we have our history, and I’m so sorry for starting drama between you and Kimber. I came between you both, and I don’t want that to happen again, playing you against each other I mean. I’m looking forward to tomorrow at school, and will have a handwritten copy of the rules with me in case you want to reference them,” she assured her.

“Just text it to me on my phone,” Summer said dismissively – having lists written on paper was completely archaic to a teenager like her.

“My Master controls my phone, but I’ll ask if he’ll permit that,” Taylor said. “I’d like to apologize for impacting you at school and possibly being a burden or an embarrassment. I wouldn’t ask you to do this for me if I really didn’t think it will help in the long run. This is short-term pain for a future free of being a trifling pain in the ass who lies and hurts people just for the fun of it,” Taylor said.

Summer looked up and said, “It sounds like you’re talking about ME and not yourself.”

“I think you do it, too, but I can’t choose to change you, I can only choose to change myself. I just know that after seeing what I’ve done to everyone, and how even a few days in discipline has helped me, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to change. I don’t mean to offend you in any way by describing my past bad behavior – I’m only owning up to what I’ve done,” Taylor said.

I really admired Taylor’s ability to just put it all out there and own up to her mistakes and shortcomings so eloquently. I STILL couldn’t do that very well, even though Tom frequently prompted me through affirmations when we were alone. I’d try to make excuses and tell myself that I had a very good reason for doing things wrong or making mistakes, and Tom would try to get me to take responsibility for what I’d done. I know that things are often not so simple, and it’s sometimes a comedy of errors or a series of well-intentioned actions that ended up backfiring. I’d often blame my own faults on my REACTION to what other people were doing.

Taylor didn’t seem to be doing any of that – she was laying out all her dirty laundry openly.

“I don’t really care about your journey to enlightenment, your self-help bullshit, or your motivational minute.” Summer was apathetic and callous, at best. “The ONLY reason I’ve stayed here this long is to watch where this train-wreck is going,” she said.

“I hope it’s amused you, and that you’ll approve of my continuing the train-wreck, Ma’am?” Taylor tried to get the obstinate girl to at least agree to that.

“So is this up to me?” Summer looked around at everyone else in the room. “If everyone else agrees that this is okay, and I do not, do you go back to being Taylor and close your legs?” Summer seemed to enjoy the power she had to actually put a stop to all of this. She saw how important it was to Taylor to continue, and after having Taylor pour her soul out to each of us, it seemed like Summer was taking sadistic pleasure to try and end it anyway. She grinned.

“No,” Tom stepped in before Taylor could respond. “If you say you’re not okay with what’s happening, then you’ll be asked to leave and not expected to participate in her handling at school. I understand that, and would never MAKE you take on this responsibility or be here. The choice isn’t ‘are you okay with it and, if not, Fart Face will stop’. The choice is ‘are you okay with it and, if not, then we’ll take steps to make sure you’re not offended by being included in any of this,” he said with a smile.

Summer’s sardonic grin vanished. I imagined the face the Devil must have made when he went down to Georgia looking for a soul to steal and lost a fiddle of gold by happening upon the best fiddle player in the south.

“Whatevs!” Summer shrugged as if she’d never cared anyway. “I’m down with this – it’ll be fun. I need someone to carry my books and kiss my ass at school,” she said.

“Fart Face isn’t to literally kiss your ass,” Tom reminded her. He could sometimes exhibit some OCD about literal interpretations of his words, and that didn’t jibe well with teenagers who used the words “literally” to describe everything that happened to them.

“How can you fart in her face if she doesn’t kiss you on the you-know-where?” Janie joked after having been quiet for a long time. Her brothers laughed; although I wasn’t sure if Janie was actually joking, or if she planned to plant a fart directly on her sister’s nose when she had the opportunity. The family joked about farts all the time at dinner; so I wouldn’t have put it past her, now that Taylor had basically been declawed and wouldn’t be able to scratch back.

“You can say ‘ass’.” Scotty reminded her that she no longer had to say ‘you know where.’

“You ARE an ass,” Janie reminded him.

They quickly descended into an argument.

“So did I do well, Master?” Taylor asked her father hopefully, once she’d finished begging and each person in the room for their approval and apologizing for the choices she’d made.

“You have one more thing to do to prove you’re ready, and then we’ll see,” Tom said while re-applying the clothespins to her tits and adjusting the ones on her tongue and nose so they were on properly. “I want you to take this seriously. I don’t want to see you walking around here with a scowl on your face saying we are too mean. I want you to remember that you asked for this and we are going to give it to you fairly, but we are going to be strict. I want the black nail polish off your fingers and you dedicated to your re-education and re-introduction to the family as my daughter. Are you ready for the final proof you need to supply?” he asked her.