CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 11^th (Tuesday) after School. Taylor is about to offer a suggestion on how to train her after being caught playing with herself in the bathroom.

“Mistress, I appreciate the opportunity to ask for some relief, but I’m not sure how to ask.” Taylor seemed to be struggling for the right words. It was a pleasure to see her speechless because usually she was glib like her father. Unlike him, she used her gift with words to say hurtful and rude things and put people down without a second thought, until recently.

“Just come right out and say what you mean and mean what you say,” I told her; it was one of her father’s favorite sayings and she wasn’t going babysitting until she did. “You’re going to be provided an opportunity to lay out your needs only rarely. If you don’t take it, one may not come again for a while, and I’ll decide what your needs are. It’s not relief, either – you’re to be explicit. Relief is what you get for a tummy-ache. You’re asking to play with yourself and give yourself pleasure. You’re asking to turn yourself on and get sexual gratification. You need to think about how that request benefits your betters and why I should allow it when you ask!”

These were all core lessons about submission my husband had taught me.

“Well, it’s going to make me seem kind of like a nympho or something.” Taylor bit her lip again, as if she were thinking about reeling in what she was trying to say.

“Fart Face,” I sighed, “I just caught you red-handed in the bathtub trying to masturbate, and you’re standing naked in the center of the living room in front of your entire family after you jerked off both of your brothers who now treat you as their house pet. I think the modesty ship has sailed, and you should just come right out and ask to play with yourself like the nasty little slut you are.”

“Okay, well, if I’m a good girl…” Taylor agreed and asked politely with her eyebrows raised to indicate she knew she may be asking for a lot, “I should be permitted to beg to play with myself. I’ll do it downstairs if you want and in any position you want, but at least give me time to make myself cum, and I’ll do anything you want afterwards.”

“So you want to just be able to beg anytime you like to be able to play with yourself and give yourself pleasure and disrupt the living room so you can get off? That’s your big compromise? What are you learning from that? How does this benefit your betters in any way?”

“No, no, you misunderstand, Ma’am,” Taylor said. “You or Master can tell me I can beg to play with myself. It’s not anytime I want – just when you think I’ve been good and before I explode you decide to let me beg. I’ll be ever so good! Last night after you left me in the living room on the Peter Rabbit it kind of reset my bitch button and made me forget about all the rotten shit I’ve done to people, hurtful things I’ve said, pranks and stunts I’ve pulled. I forgot that I was in discipline for a reason when I started playing with myself and locked the bathroom door,” she admitted.

“You need to always be aware you’re where you are and how you are for a reason – to learn and be kept in line.” I told her that Tom and I didn’t put her in domestic discipline for our own gratification. “Everyone’s making sacrifices so that you can be trained, and you need to learn everything you can from every single experience – even the ones you aren’t permitted to have!”

“I know, Mistress.” Taylor struggled for the right words to say, and it didn’t help that her brothers were giggling because they already knew she’d have consequences for locking the door on me, and were excited to see what those would be.

“I didn’t want to forget why I was in discipline, but I started to think that this was just the way it was and this was what I had to accept when I was left on the tripod thingy. I didn’t think I’d like a dildo. I’ve used a hairbrush to get off before, but that rabbit did things to me that I’ve never felt before. It made me feel raw and excited and happy to serve. I barely slept because I was crying and cumming all night, and I couldn’t make sense of it. I was so confused in the morning, and by the time I got to school I was still feeling subservient.”

She explained how after her 2^nd class things started to cloud and fade in her mind. “I wasn’t sure if it was because I was over-tired, but the discipline started to make less and less sense to me, and I started to really dread going home to face it. I played with myself at Summer’s house with a dildo I found while I cleaned her room,” she said.

“In front of her?” I asked.

“No, Ma’am, but I think she would’ve got off on that.” Taylor admitted that she snuck the toy in her pussy and got herself off, and that was part of why she was so late getting home. It took her longer to clean than she thought it would. “I didn’t know that Summer didn’t text you, though. I really didn’t, Ma’am.” Then she apologized.

I believed she didn’t know Summer didn’t text me. I told her in the future ask to see the texts, since she’s given us reason not to trust her. I told the boys to show her my texts as well tonight.

“So after everything we did downstairs, and having cum all over me, I felt humiliated, frustrated and angry with you for treating me this way. But I was angry at myself for needing to be treated this way. I was angry at myself for liking the changes in me. I just wanted to turn off my brain and not think, and so I was willing to accept any pain or humiliation to do it – I was desperate, Ma’am.”

That was quite a story – and one that I not only believed, but I empathized with on some level.

“You liked when Mom put you on that purple dildo in the living room? It looked like you were being impaled,” Donny interjected. I really wished he would let me talk this out with Taylor, as I felt this was something he may not be able to understand, but it was his house, too, and it was only fair they got to give their opinions.

“I mean…” she started to explain that it wasn’t her ideal, but she’d never been put on anything like that. “It was kind of in a strange way stretching me out and filling me and sort of like what I imagine riding a very slow mechanical bull might feel like. But Mom would probably never let me sit on one of those every time I want to get off, and all I really need is 10 minutes – not like you two guys who took like an hour! Sir!” She smirked at her brother.

“I don’t have a problem putting you on the tripod, but could you sleep like that?” I asked her. I felt uncomfortable offering her that kind of training because it seemed a bit advanced.

“I’ll be honest,” she said. She knew I hated when she qualified her answers with that because she had to be honest at all times, but she wanted us to know she was on the level. “I didn’t sleep very well, but I was propped up so I couldn’t fall down. So I eventually did pass out and I would wake up with an orgasm. I’ve never felt like this or wanted this before; but yes, I could, and you should know something else.” She waited for me to say something.

I didn’t, and she continued after taking a deep breath.

“I’m a virgin, just like you two dorks,” she said, looking at Donny and Scotty. “Unlike you, I’m a virgin because sex kind of grossed me out and made me feel like some sweaty jock was going to climb on top of me and do what I could do with my finger anyway, so I didn’t really need him for that. I could control when and if I wanted that pleasure anytime I liked, and having a guy in my life for that just seemed like a lot of work.” She was definitely being honest now, I could tell.

She’d dropped her submissive tone slightly and was being far more blunt, but I allowed her to continue because I wanted to hear the honest truth and not one forced through the filter of speech protocol.

“I started to think while I was on the tripod last night that maybe a cock wouldn’t be so bad, and I started having all these naughty thoughts about who I’d pick and how I would approach them. If I was curious about a boy and what he may be like, I could just walk up to him and tell him I want to fuck him. And if he says no, fine; and if he wants to bang, then fine, too. It felt like freedom for me, and I was sorely tempted. Summer dared me to do it today. I walked up to a boy and told him I don’t normally suck dick if someone asks me to, but if they say something funny or cute I usually will.”

“What did he say?” We all prompted her to finish the story.

“He didn’t think I was serious and thought I was goofing on him, because I have a reputation as being a total bitch. So he told me to go to hell,” Taylor admitted with a defeated look on her face.

I was suddenly aware that an empowered slut at school would soon be a pregnant slut – and/or worse – and I decided that measures needed to be taken to ensure that didn’t happen.

“Here’s my counteroffer, and I want everyone’s feedback, because you’ll all be impacted,” I said. I wasn’t even thinking about Tom’s opinion at this point, or really considering the long-term effects of this training.

“You’ll be dildo-trained around the house. That means you’ll sleep tied up or caged, and I’ll train you with dildos. You’ll sleep with them. You’ll learn to play with yourself in such a way that it’s amusing to your betters to watch. You’ll be told when you can beg to play with yourself, and if you don’t beg, then you’ll be severely restricted,” I said.

“Oh wow! Okay!” Taylor enthusiastically agreed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

I told her I wasn’t finished. I didn’t expect her to answer that quickly and with such enthusiasm, and that scared me that I was opening another Pandora’s Box.

“In the morning I’ll drive you to school and you’ll masturbate the entire way to school. In the afternoons I’ll pick you up and you’ll undress BEFORE you get into the car and masturbate the entire way home. You’ll masturbate on command any time I tell you and how I tell you. You’ll learn to deep knee-bend over dildos, and you will be ass-, cunt- and mouth-trained. You’ll learn to love this training and accept these exercises not as punishment, but just as the athlete trains, to be better. I’ll still use discipline to punish you, and positive reinforcement to reward good behaviors – that hasn’t changed. Your education will be fairly continuous and all-encompassing, and you’ll still give hand-jobs to your brothers – sometimes while playing with yourself for them in order to get them off. Is this something you want?”

“Can I try it for a little while first?” she asked hopefully. “I’ve never done anything like this, Mistress.”

My daughter had been so accepting of her training that it was sometimes easy to forget this was all so completely new to her.

“Yes, that’s fair – I should hope you’ve never done anything like this, and that you never will need it after you complete this training. You have twenty-four hours starting now to decide, but if you misbehave or become unruly, not only will I stop in the next twenty-four hours, but I’ll get out my chastity belt and make you wear it. You won’t be able to touch yourself at all!”

“You misunderstand my question, Mistress.” She clarified for me, “I meant can I try playing with myself right now? I’ve never done it front of anyone, and it’s kind of blowing my mind to do it in front of you guys like downstairs.”

“You just jerked off both your brothers in front of me and your sister, and begged to keep playing with yourself in the tub,” I told her unsympathetically. “You’re doing this and you have 24 hours to decide if you’d prefer to return to enforced chastity. You’re going to learn to pleasure yourself when and if you’re given permission in a way that amuses those supervising you. You will still not touch yourself any other time without permission.”

She actually seemed disappointed I wouldn’t let her play with herself again.

“Hey, It was the first time for me being jerked off in front of my own mom, and you don’t see me complaining about it,” Scotty joked. He was an extrovert and I doubted he’d have been shy about me watching even before any of this began. Donny, on the other hand, was totally silent.

I reminded her in front of her siblings that not only would I be reintroducing chastity if she couldn’t control her hormones, but that I’d find new ways to incorporate punishments and training into her daily activities. “You may be given a reward to play with yourself, and if you’re good I’ll let you drink from the glass after you pour the cum in. If you’ve misbehaved you’ll do everything the same and I’ll pour the glass over your head and let it dry or make you lap it off the ground like the house-pet you are. There’ll be no whining or begging me to stop. This is how it’s going to be from now on!”

Her siblings were very curious what a chastity belt actually looked like, so I went upstairs and brought one down for them to see. I was hoping I could scare Taylor with it as well. I hadn’t worn it for years. The chastity belt was a modern one that was easy to clean and made of surgical stainless steel. I brought it down, put it around Taylor’s waist, and locked it in place while she stood helpless in the spreader bars, cuffed.

“Oh, wow, you have to pee through a grate!” Scotty’s first observation was the ornate metal grating where the pussy lips touched the metal that was designed for a girl to relieve herself while still locked in the belt.

“There’s another hole in the back for poop to come out!” Donny saw a tube in the back with a metal cross in the center of the tube that was designed to let shit come out. “It would be like a cheese grater!!”

“It never worked quite right.” I told him that it was more for decoration than anything else.

“You wore this?” Donny seemed in awe.

“Yes, Donny,” I admitted, and told him that I’ve tried everything I’ve done on his sister so far. “These are my toys, so why do you think I have them?” I said – for a smart boy he can be really dumb sometimes.

“You would wear this all the time and I’d make sure to keep you stimulated at all times during your training. If these are consequences to your actions you’re willing to accept, then we’ll begin right after you shave your pussy and I go over the rules for tonight with your brothers.”

“I have some questions first, Mistress,” Taylor said. I was glad she did. I didn’t like how quick she was to agree.

I told her that she should, and that this was no easy decision.

“Will I still be punished for being aroused?” Taylor asked.

Taylor asked Princess Janie if she would snap one photo, though, for her friends, and Janie took about twelve. I then unlocked and removed the chastity belt while I answered.

“You’ll only be punished if you’re aroused when you shouldn’t be.” I told her that wouldn’t change; however, now that she’s being dildo-trained, that means that wouldn’t happen frequently. “In fact, I’ll go so far as to say that you’ll be punished if you aren’t aroused sometimes.” When I said that, I could see this really intrigued my daughter, because Taylor’s face lit up with curiosity.

I gave her an example. “You’re to be cuffed at all times at home unless you have special permission. I may require you to sit on a dildo and ride it up and down and not touch your nipples or tweak them, but expect you to get aroused on your own. If anyone notices that they aren’t hard, then you’ll be punished,” I said.

“Wow.” Taylor seemed impressed, and asked, “I know if Mr. Goldman comes over I probably have to play with myself, and I don’t mind that, but will you make me play with myself when my friends come over?” she asked curiously.

“No, I won’t,” I said, and I could already see the smile fade from her face. She felt horny and naughty right now and I knew it. “I won’t MAKE you. I’ll say it was your choice to be trained this way and that you need this. Then I’ll tell you to go sit on the tripod in the center of the room and ride it or play with yourself how I think will best amuse our guests. Are you prepared to accept responsibility that I didn’t make you do this at all? You chose to be trained this way because you feel you need it and will learn from the experience?”

“Oh yes, I agree! I agree, Mistress!” Taylor’s tits jiggled slightly as she bounced on her heels excitedly. I could see she was turned on and getting energized, and frustrated that she couldn’t play with herself – that pleased me.

“Does anyone have a problem with what we propose? You’ll see your sister stretched out and playing with herself. I also plan to attach weights to her tits and pussy-lips and leave her like she was last night when she needs a reminder of her place.”

Donny and Scotty were not only fine with it but they were finding it hard to believe their sister had agreed to any part of this. I was too, but I was decidedly against thinking too hard about the reasons behind her change of heart. I decided I was going to scare her off from wanting this training or use it to keep her in line, and that was that. I had periods of self-doubt and I continued to try to remain confident and consistent – as Tom would have wanted me to do.

Janie was strangely quiet, but she seemed preoccupied thinking about it. I told them that after 24 hours we would all talk about it, and if it worked we’d go to her father and say that this was working or it didn’t work.

Tom had told me to make mistakes in order to learn, and this could be a spectacular one.

I reminded Taylor that this was not a license to play with herself. “You may not touch your pussy, nipples or asshole without express permission. You may not offer blowjobs or sexual favors including hand-jobs without permission.”

“Hand-jobs are sexual favors?” Janie seemed a little confused.

“They are, but they aren’t sex,” Donny explained to his little sister so that she didn’t freak out.

“This isn’t about sex,” I explained. “Yes, she’s going to have her pussy basically filled, pulled, stretched, stuffed, poked, and she’s probably going to put any household object that will fit in it or on it before it’s all said and done, but this is about teaching her to behave and appreciate what she does have. It’s about teaching her to be less stingy with her affection, and we’re going to use her sexuality to motivate her to learn to please and be pleasing!” I clarified.

“But it’s still about hand-jobs and stuff too, right?” Scotty asked with a goofy look on his face, like he hadn’t heard a word I’d just said.

“No one is to put their mouth, fingers, whips, dicks, pussies, ears, nose anything on you, in you or around you without my or Master’s permission. You violate this and I’ll break out the chastity belt for an indeterminate amount of time, and I can be rather stubborn about that. So if you think that the risk is ever worth it, and that you can just flaunt breaking the rules because the punishment won’t be so bad, then I want you to know that isn’t the case. I’ll lock that cunt down and you won’t see it until you graduate, if I need to. It doesn’t matter to me – mine will be fine whether yours is locked up or not!” I promised my daughter.

“Yes, Mistress!” Taylor agreed, and said she was sorry, but she knew apologies were just words and not enough to make up for what she did.

“It isn’t even the open defiance of my authority.” I told her it was my disappointment with her because she’d been doing so well. “I do agree, though, based on what you told me, you need a new kind of training. You had a very unhealthy attitude about normal relations with boys because you are such a stingy cunt. The idea of not getting self-gratification when and if you wanted it was abhorrent to you. You would rather break someone’s heart than have to consider their needs and when they want something. So now you’re going to learn how to sexually gratify others and get that same release. Let’s shave your cunt now and get you ready for Mr. Vulgus!”

“My cunt is still smooth and hairless from yesterday, Mistress!” She looked down between her legs. “It’s actually one of the things driving me crazy. I want to just rub it.”

“I don’t care if you had laser surgery to remove every hair follicle at the base. You’ll go through the ritual of preparation and shaving daily in this house. Repetition is one of the keys to discipline.”

I unlocked her spreader bar and made her follow me upstairs by pulling her by her nipples. I brought Janie as well and showed them both the materials they’d need for shaving. I brought down a large mirror for her to squat over; a towel to sit on; a bowl of water; shaving cream; razors; and a bar of soap.

“You didn’t use a bar of soap yesterday, Ma’am,” Taylor rightfully pointed out.

I pinched her nose and shoved the bar in her mouth and closed it. I told her that I didn’t want her to think about anything besides following the process to shave herself in the living room and listening to the rules as I go over them with the boys.

Mr. Vulgus was already at the door before we could get downstairs, and I apologized that we were running behind.

“Oh darn it!” he said with a delighted smile that meant he wasn’t concerned at all. “You mean I have to stay here while your pretty daughter walks around naked again? I guess if you insist, but I’m telling you that this will be the fifth or sixth time last time I’m willing to do that!”

“Actually, you’re done with her on Thursday, right?” I asked, still holding Taylor by her nipples.

“Done doing what?” Dave chuckled at his own joke before adding, “I need her for the actual wedding reception on Sunday, but Tom texted me today and said we were all to meet at your place before the bachelor party on Saturday night!” He smiled.

“Oh, that’s right.” I could see Taylor looked a bit concerned and confused but could only mumble with the soap in her mouth. Mr. Vulgus didn’t even ask why at this point, he just smirked at the naked bound girl in front of him.

I explained to Taylor that her father would probably make her serve dinner to his friends before they went out for the night. She actually looked worried, and I was pleased that something had actually frightened the girl. I took the soap brick out of her mouth just for a moment to hear her beg not to have to serve at the bachelor party.

“That would be fine and I appreciate it, Ma’am.” Taylor gasped as she wrestled with the foul, acrid taste of the soap she couldn’t get out of her mouth, before revealing why she was so adamant about speaking. “Sir Dave, may I offer you a beverage?”

“No, I really don’t have a lot of time, but I plan to have a few tonight with my soon to be son-in-law after the wedding practice. I wanted to dislike him, but he actually seems like an alright guy.”

“You aren’t concerned that you may have to serve your father’s friends when they come over?” I asked her suspiciously. I surely would have been worried about that.

“Should I be, Mistress? I know Master wants what’s best for me, and if he thinks serving them just like I do you will help, then I don’t mind.”

I jammed the soap back in her mouth. I wanted her to mind – at least a little. This was about facing fears and learning you could survive them. If she had no fears then did she actually face anything?

Then again, I should be glad she was so willing to trust her father’s decision for what’s best for her, and maybe she was actually facing the fear by accepting what she cannot change and only changing what she cannot accept. That was one of Tom’s favorite mottos about life, and I had taken it to heart myself.

Years ago I used to serve his friends at poker games and watching football at our house. We would get babysitters or send the kids off to a friend’s house, and I would usually wear an apron like the one Taylor used to wear with my ass bare and my tits popping out of the top. It was humiliating, and Tom’s friends pinched my tits and smacked my ass while I brought them beers. I enjoyed the experience, but at the same time I was mortified every time I saw them in the grocery store or with their wives someplace else.

I was hoping to at least see a little of that fear and apprehension in Taylor’s eyes. It was one of the reasons I was so sure she needed new, more challenging rules, now more than ever.

“We probably won’t stay too long.” Dave promised that they were going to hit some strip clubs, bars and, “whatever other kind of trouble we can get into if possible.”

“Dad’s going to strip clubs!!” Donny blurted out excitedly about his father. “Maybe he’ll take me with him!”

I had no problem with his father going to strip clubs – I’ve been with him many times, and back when we used to swing a little we even brought a stripper home. She turned out to be a real handful of drama, but live and learn. I trusted Tom explicitly, and we had long since had that understanding that he could go anytime he wanted to a strip club with my blessing. That’s another one of those things that separated me from other wives.

[LONG STORY ABOUT TOM AND JOANNE IN THEIR TWENTIES AT A STRIP CLUB IN ATLANTA AND A DANCER NAMED BABYDOLL THAT THEY MET AND HIT IT OFF OVER THREE DAYS AT A HOTEL OF HOT SEX REMOVED]

“You have a naked girl right here.” Mr. Vulgus counseled my son that he didn’t actually need a strip club.

“Yeah, but that’s my sister and I’ve already seen her naked!” Donny said he wanted to go to Soft Tails on the other side of town with his dad.

“No problem!” Dave agreed they could both go, but once Donny and Scotty were smiling he added, “Just turn twenty-one by Saturday and I’ll even pay your cover charge and the first drink is on me!”

I smirked at Mr. Vulgus and told him there were some new rules for tonight, and if it was alright with him I was going to go over them while my daughter shaved. “It should take no more than 20 minutes to get shaved and feed her.”

“Can you make it in 15 minutes? Because yesterday my wife filed for divorce when I was late to the wedding practice,” he said very seriously.

“Oh, that’s awful. If you need to go right now I can call the boys on the way to your practice and tell them the rules.” I was prepared to cut everything short. I preferred to do it right, but I was already un-cuffing Taylor and removing the soap brick from her mouth. She spat out the awful taste, but I forced her to swallow by putting my finger on her chin and closing her mouth.

“Hah! I’m joking. I should be so lucky that Betty would file for divorce. I’m stuck with her for the rest of my life, I’m afraid. Trust me, I’ve tried thinking of ways to get her to leave me, but I just can’t seem to do it,” he laughed, and told us to take all the time we needed. “As long as that time is about 15-20 minutes.”

“She doesn’t mind Taylor being in discipline while she babysits?” I asked. I knew Taylor had told me the woman spanked her, but I had to be sure that was true and whether or not Dave’s wife was fed up with it, or amused by the offer.

“Mind?” Dave asked as if he couldn’t believe I asked the question. “She loves it. The woman’s from Eastern Europe. She thinks you aren’t being hard enough on Taylor!” he laughed.

“You can both still discipline her if you want to. I understand you also fed her your cum?” I asked him plainly.

He turned a little red and became uncomfortable. “I guess that was a little much, huh? Betty doesn’t actually know about that one.”

“No, not at all. I should have fed my cunt of a daughter a little better before she left last night, and I’m sorry she ruined your practice cake. Donny tried to get her to stop before she did, but I didn’t give him enough tools to motivate her to take him seriously. I’m sending both of my sons to make sure she’s better behaved. Donny has a special girl he likes coming over tomorrow, and so Scotty needs to learn all of Taylor’s tricks so he can watch over her Wednesday night.”

Donny became embarrassed when I called Hope a ‘special girl’, but declined to comment. I knew I’d embarrassed him, but that was a mother’s prerogative. I was proud of him having such a pretty girl over, even if it was just to tutor and she was way out of his league. I was prouder still that he’d stepped up some to take responsibility with his sister.

“Well, I’m glad there are no hard feelings over that,” Dave said, adding that it may be best not to mention it to his wife. “I think she was actually hoping Taylor would break some rules again tonight so she could spank her. She loves your daughter! Says she reminds her of her sister, which is funny because she always says her sister is such a bitch.”

“My name is Fart Face now, Sir,” Taylor reminded him respectfully when he finished with his story.

“Oh, I know.” Dave rolled his eyes that his grandkids couldn’t stop asking where Fart Face was and when they were going to see her again. He said they thought the nickname was the funniest thing they had ever heard, and it had made her much more approachable. I’m sure that had she been the goth girl she was with dark eye shadow, black eyeliner and a permanent scowl on her face that she was last week, they would have thought she was the meanest babysitter alive.

I had actually expected Taylor’s time babysitting to be a catastrophic train-wreck that could have potentially ruined our relationship with our neighbors for years to come, but Dave was obviously not uptight at all. I didn’t know how she got through, and my imagination often went wild wondering just how she managed it.

“So, I can feed Fart Face again if she gets out of hand then?” Dave suggested slyly.

“No,” I told him, and everyone looked at me strangely – especially Taylor. They’d expected me to say he could. “You opened up an important and difficult dialogue last night for us on her training. We’ve tried abstinence-training using chastity where she can’t touch herself without permission, but she has to do all of these very provocative things and it was failing. I caught her playing with herself upstairs and had to get Scotty to unlock the door to stop her,” I told him.

“Oh, very naughty!” Dave was clearly not disapproving at all, and wanted to hear more.

“Some people crate-train their dog” – I motioned to Sandor happily watching us from inside his crate in the living room – “as a punishment. They send their dog there when they’re bad. We don’t do that with Sandor. That crate is his center. He isn’t locked in there – the rest of the world is locked out from messing with him, and he can watch everyone from inside. It’s his center and his source of comfort.” I didn’t notice, but as I explained I started to touch my ass and reach for Bud.

“What does this have to do with the price of tea in China?” Dave seemed confused.

“Discipline doesn’t have to be a constant shock and horror of shame, pain and humiliation,” I explained. “Fart Face may not realize it yet, but the goal isn’t for us to just be as mean and uncaring as we can towards her. The goal is to produce a good person who can be generous of spirit with her time and attention. She won’t be lazy, rude or cruel by nature, and to do that we must make her accept this training as her center,” I said for Taylor and her siblings’ benefit as much as Mr. Vulgus.

“To other people, the crate may seem like a constraint and constant exposure because we can see Sandor just as well as he can see us. His perspective, though, is he is safe where he is, and wants to be in his crate. He associates this behavior – doing what we expect of him – with being a good dog, and he wants to be one.” I could see this was going over everyone’s head and not making sense, so I changed my tactics.

“Taylor’s going to learn to crave and delight in service and obedience. She could already get any guy at her school to pull down his pants, whip it out and give her cum if she wanted it. We aren’t giving her anything she couldn’t have already. The difference is we’re using her sexual control over others to control her. We’re also letting her play with herself openly when it suits us to give her a positive experience from it while at the same time learning to amuse others. When she’s a good girl this is how it’ll work. If she’s a bad girl or fails to try hard enough and starts to slip, then we’ll incorporate into those activities something that makes it harder, like eating that cum off the floor or playing with herself while getting her tits pinched hard.” I thought that made more sense.

“Hell, some girls wouldn’t consider that a punishment,” Dave smiled.

I agreed with him and told him that it all depends on context – how, when and how hard we do it. “If I slam her nipples in between two bookends, I assure you she’s going to beg me to stop!” I promised.

Dave nodded at the wisdom of this and said he couldn’t wait to watch that. I knew he’d get a thrill out of it, and I told him that he was welcome in our house anytime.

I had been setting up the towel and washcloths in the living room while we talked. There was a glass bowl of warm water and a mirror so that Taylor could squat and see her cunt while she shaved. I made her squat down with her legs apart on the balls of her feet so that her ass was about a foot off the floor, just like she had before, and told her to start with her cunt and get it done right while I told Mr. Vulgus the new plan.

“That fresh little peach looks pretty well shaved to me, or am I missing something?” Dave asked why she was shaving what was essentially a smooth pussy.

“It’s part of the ritual and routine that Fart Face needs to get used to. Body hair will not be tolerated because she has to be completely naked and vulnerable around the house.” I explained that was staying the same, but that there would be some immediate and drastic changes going forward.

“Do tell,” Dave asked with a wink and a nod.