CHAPTER FORTY THREE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 12th (Wednesday).

Joanne was making breakfast for the boys and Janie, while Taylor finishes her double-fuck training.


I stay out way too late, got nothing in my bray-ain

That's what people say, that's what people say-yay

I go on too many dates, but I can't make them stay-yah

At least that's what people say, that's what people say-yay

But I keep cruising

Can't stop, won't stop moving

It's like I got this music in my mind

Saying it's gonna be alright

Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake it off
Uh-uh
Shake it off
Uh-Uh
Shake it off


Janie was singing a Taylor Swift song, shaking her butt and dancing around the kitchen with a very animated and cheerful expression on her face. Janie had already dressed for school and was in high spirits. She had chosen to wear turquoise leggings and a pink shirt with the caption BE KIND TO ANIMALS and a picture of Animal from the Muppets.

This would ordinarily be where her sister would have said something snarky about not having enough coffee, sleep, and patience to put up with that much positive cheerfulness in the morning. Taylor was actually upstairs still fucking herself back and forth on double dildos while I finished preparing the other kids their breakfast.


My kids stay up too lay-ate

Got Minecraft on their brains

That’s all they wanna play-e-ayy, mmm-mmm

That’s what moms say-ay, mmm-mmm

‘Cause those moms are judgey and lay-aim, mmm-mmm



Scotty began singing along with his sister except changing the words to suit him and making the rest of us laugh. Janie protested with a pout that he was messing up her song, but Donny joined in with his brother on their impromptu made up chorus to the Taylor Swift tune. They sang directly to their sister while snapping their fingers and mimicking her dance moves.


Knock it off, Knock it off

Uh-uh

Knock it off, Knock it off

Uh-uh

Knock it off, Knock it off


I had to laugh at their hysterical antics as it was all in good fun. Scotty was still wearing only a pair of ratty underwear he probably hadn’t changed for two days, although his erection had clearly subsided. I’d convinced Donny to put on shorts with the long shirt he slept in.


Donny was normally not much of an extrovert and I was actually surprised he wasn’t shy about walking out of his room with no pants. I know it may sound strange that I asked him to put on clothes with Taylor walking around the house naked, but I’d grown used to Taylor being naked – it almost seemed kind of normal in a strange way.

I know normal in a strange way is an oxymoron, but my life had started to become very normal in a strange way.

I just wasn’t comfortable with the boys walking around all the time with their dicks out at this time. I know it may seem like a double standard, especially since they’d already shown them to me and their sisters the day before. I probably should have been teaching them body acceptance and encouraging them that it was okay and not shameful to be naked, but I suppose a part of me still preferred they wait until they actually needed their dicks out – besides, I told myself that Taylor needed to learn how to take a cock out without the use of her hands.

Tom had been adamant, when he trained me to be proficient using only my mouth to satisfy his cock or to pull it out for him, that I was learning to use ONLY my mouth. This was not only because there would be times I’d be handcuffed and unable to use my hands, but also so that I didn’t use the crutch of using my hands to finish someone off. I never used my hands to give a blowjob unless requested – they always remained behind my back.

I still had the hurdle of deciding how I wanted to handle that with Taylor, especially since neither boy had a buckle, snap, or zipper on their underwear or shorts.

I took a sip of actual coffee in my coffee mug. My plan was to lay off the wine this morning. My head hurt a little from the night before, but I think that was more the guilt of what I had done last night than any sort of hangover.


I remembered running through the neighborhood drunk and in the nude. I smiled at first at how absurd that sounded, and then I started to wonder if I’d done that subconsciously – if I had engineered losing all of my clothes and put myself in the situation of the jog home naked as some sort of penitence for flirting with and subsequently sucking off a total stranger after he’d bought me drinks at an Olive Garden.

I dismissed thoughts connecting the dots on just how guilty I really was, just as I dismissed the one that I’d been at the grocery store dressed like a slut because I was waiting for him in the hope he’d return like he said he would. Each and every time I started to justify what I had done as some kind of accident or unintentional mistake, I kept coming to the conclusion that it was actually my own fault.


I began running through the logical progression of the events from last night something like the following:



Once I got to that step I forced myself to stop thinking about what I’d done and focus on the boys before considering the even worse things I did afterwards.


“Can’t Fart Face double-fuck herself downstairs?” Scotty seemed curious to watch his sister while he waited for breakfast.


“It’s the only place in the house she can do it,” I answered without hesitation.


“How are you so sure?” Scotty asked me.


I was sure because I double-fucked myself on a regular basis when they weren’t home. I actually wished there was a tighter space so that I didn’t have to slide so far off the dildo and slide back on to it. I could touch my ass to the wall and immediately glide forward and touch my lips to the other wall perfectly, but even I found that sometimes the dildo would slip out of my pussy when I did.


“If you guys can find a spot down here for your sister, then I’m all for it. I’d rather she be downstairs all the time, now that I’ve taken her room,” I said while flipping eggs and pretending not to be caught off-guard by Scotty’s question.


“That was classic.” Donny laughed at the idea that Taylor no longer had a room. “This just gets better and better each day.”


“Well, see that you gain from her loss and learn from her mistakes,” I warned him, “or I may take your room.”


Janie pointed out I had said I didn’t need a second room when she asked about my taking hers.

“I did? Well, I guess if it was to teach you or your brother a lesson I would, but then all your Barbies would go in the trash. Would you like that?” I asked.


“No, Ma’am.” I noticed Janie called me ‘Ma’am’, but I don’t think she or anyone else even realized it. Taylor had been saying it so much that it sounded weird but normal at the same time to our ears.


“Your Barbies, your Polly Pockets, your littlest pet store, your Shopkins, your Webkinz, your Captain Sparklez, your Pewdiepie doll, your Legos, your stuffed animals…” Scotty reminded her.


“Geez, okay!” Janie pouted that he’d made his point.

“Can you go upstairs and check on your sister?” I asked Janie. I said that if she was still double-fucking herself, “You can tell her to pick up Strawberry Sprinkles with her mouth and take it with her to the bathroom. She has six minutes to shit, piss, shower and then she can put him down to brush her teeth. “

“I’ll go, Mom,” Scotty offered, trying to be helpful.


Janie appeared to pout and slapped her thighs in frustration as she stopped at the kitchen door, assuming her brother would be chosen over her since he was older.


“I already have a fluffer,” I told him, but said if he wanted to be helpful he could walk Sandor.


“Oh, man!” Scotty whined at the suggestion he walk the dog and said that should be Fart Face’s job.

Janie didn’t wait for me to change my mind and dashed out of the kitchen after her sister.


“Fart Face has a lot of things to do this morning before school. I want her as well-trained as possible before your father comes back, but she has to babysit, so we’re cramming as much in as we can in the mornings – that is, if they’re even going to NEED her to babysit!” I suggested as I sipped my coffee.


“She BETTER go babysit.” Donny reminded me that Hope was coming over and he didn’t want Taylor here while she was, before asking why I thought they may not need her anyway.

I realized they didn’t know about Matt’s possible cold feet and that he’d ditched the rehearsal intentionally. I closed my eyes and lied straight to their faces. “I just had a weird feeling is all. I mean, you keep saying the groom didn’t stick around last night.”


“I didn’t say that,” Donny looked puzzled.


That was right – Taylor had told me that this morning. “Okay, I guess I must have heard it from one of you. I don’t know.” I changed the subject quickly and told Scotty not to argue and just walk the dog like I told him.


Scotty still didn’t see why he should have to walk the dog when his sister was being trained in obedience.


“I don’t want her to get dressed until it’s time to leave.” I said, though that didn’t make a lot of sense either.

“So I have to get dressed instead?” Scotty held his arms out in a universal WTF motion that this wasn’t fair.


“If you’d like to be drawn on by your sister, have your asshole inspected and trained and all the things Fart Face has to do before she leaves in the morning, then I’d say it’s about the same thing,” I reminded him, and pointed out all he had to do was throw on shorts and a tank top.


“Just make her walk Sandor buck naked,” Scotty said, quite serious.


“I’m not going to make your sister walk down our street completely naked.” I dismissed my son’s suggestion for how absurdly over-the-top it sounded. It was not lost on me that this entire discussion was absurdly surreal, yet it seemed weirdly normal, like we were just discussing who should do any other mundane chore on a Wednesday morning.


“She didn’t seem to have a problem with walking down the street naked last night!” Scotty boasted about his sister, prideful that she really impressed him.


“Yeah,” Donny agreed. “She walked right down the middle of the street buck naked!”


“I told you I didn’t want people catching her out there and seeing her!” I told them this wasn’t the Buckman trailer park where girls can just walk around naked and no one cares.


“Oh, she got caught alright,” Scotty said with a laugh. I asked what happened, and he said one woman was walking her dog and Taylor just waved at her and politely greeted her.


“The woman said it must be a new fad or a dare game because she’d seen ANOTHER woman walking around naked last night in the neighborhood!” Donny smiled and suggested that his sister was probably starting a trend.


“Yeah, some skanky slut was probably all horny and looking out her window.” Donny imitated a woman looking out the window excitedly with her finger in her mouth “…and saw Fart Face walking naked and said she just wanted to do that too!”

“Think about this…” Donny agreed with his fantasy of how a woman came to be out there last night naked, adding, “If we keep doing this, then eventually it’ll be like the Pied Piper, where we have like 20 naked girls following us.”


“Well, Pied Piper…” I dismissed their fantasies without admitting that I was the mysterious streaking woman that she’d probably seen. “Why don’t you see if you can get Sandor to follow you down the street before I take off my shoe and make you double-fuck yourself with THAT?”

I was kidding, of course, but I wasn’t usually that crude around my sons – it worked, though.


“Fine.” Scotty stood up and insisted he was going to walk the dog in just his underwear.


“You absolutely will not,” I warned him, saying that we already had one member of the family who left the house wearing next to nothing – we didn’t need another.


That reminded me that I had to start thinking about what Taylor was to wear to school today. It had to humiliate her and yet meet school standards – even a school as big as Cherry Lawn had to have SOME standards. I was probably fortunate at least that it was close to Halloween and she could get away with something racy for that reason alone. One of the reasons I don’t like being in charge is that I’m constantly expected to make decisions like this, and I seem to always make the wrong ones.


“Then we can have two that dress that way.” Scotty was teasing and I knew he really didn’t want to go outside in his underwear. He was just an extrovert who liked to push my buttons at times.


“Why don’t you walk the dog in your Harley Quinn costume?” I teased him right back and reminded him that he’d agreed to go out with a cheerleader dressed that way trick-or-treating.


“No way!” Scotty probably would have gone outside in his tighty whities long before he’d go out in the Harley Quinn costume.


“Sounds like you’re chicken.” I enjoyed pressing Scotty’s buttons now that I knew he had one.


His face was indignant once I said he was chicken.


“I’m not chicken! I would totally go to school dressed that way, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise factor.” Scotty was doing a poor job of backpedaling.


“You’re just skeered because you know you’ll look lame and gay,” Donny teased his brother.


I suddenly remembered I’d said “skeered” last night at the Olive Garden and realized I must have overheard the boys say it that way around the house.


“I don’t want you calling things gay,” I informed Donny seriously.


“But Mom,” Donny interrupted me and said he was allowed to cuss.


“Cussing is fine if you’re talking about your sister’s asshole.” I remained very serious despite how weird that sounded. “But if you’re basically saying things that aren’t cool with you are ‘gay’, that means being gay isn’t cool with you, and I don’t tolerate that.”


“Dad said…” Donny started to explain.


I interrupted him and said his father wasn’t here right now and he’d have to follow my rules.


“Geez, okay!!” Donny shrugged and accepted what I said without question.


However, internally I was horrified with what I’d just told my son. I’ve never in my entire life countermanded his father’s authority or said that since he wasn’t here we would follow my rules. I don’t know what was getting into me, but I didn’t like how the power seemed to be going to my head. I decided not to say anything more about it and let the matter drop since the boys had already moved on. Scotty put on some pants to walk the dog.


I retrieved a cardboard box from the garage and started to put some of Taylor’s clothes in it from her old room upstairs. I started to wonder if Janie was in the bathroom talking to her sister and dinking around, so I went to the bathroom and saw the door was closed.


I opened it without knocking and said that I don’t want Taylor to be behind closed doors around the house.


Taylor was sitting naked on the toilet with the lid down, blow-drying her hair while Janie applied magic marker slut makeup to her face. The two were gabbing away casually.

I had enjoyed listening to them earlier this morning when they had a candid question, but seeing the two of them just goofing around laughing really got my goat.


“It’s been at least 10 minutes since I sent you up here,” I yelled at Janie, adding that she wasn’t supposed to paint up her sister right now and I wanted to get her downstairs because I had other things to do first.


“Well, gosh.” Janie threw her markers in the air, furious at me for raising my voice, as if she was quitting. “I was trying! I didn’t know!”


I shouldn’t have lost my cool and been impatient with her, and I apologized. “I’m sorry!” I admitted I had done wrong. Even though I wasn’t as patient or well-spoken as her father, I could at least admit I had done wrong.


Janie and Taylor seldom ever talked before the domestic discipline began, and if they did it was usually so Taylor could tell Janie what an annoying chimpanzee she was or make fun of her. I was conflicted between my desire to see their relationship blossom and the fact that it was up to me to make sure that discipline was enforced.


“There are times you can talk to your sister casually, like this morning, but there are times as fluffer you need to enforce speech protocols!” I said.


“You were listening to us talk this morning?” Janie asked, before saying she thought the speech protocol was that Taylor had to talk when spoken to and she had been speaking to her sister.


“I heard you as I was coming down the stairs but I didn’t listen,” I lied, and felt a little guilty about eavesdropping. “She does have to talk when spoken to, but when you have a job to get done and she only has six minutes, then you’re doing her a disservice by distracting her!”

“I’m sorry, Fart Face! I didn’t mean to get you in trouble!” Janie picked up her markers.


“Make your sister do that,” I pointed to the floor, but Janie had already begun picking them up.


I felt like my rage had been misplaced, and so I added that at the very least Taylor shouldn’t be just sitting on the toilet.


“Why not?” Janie asked curiously on Taylor’s behalf as she stood up with the markers.


“Your sister lost her furniture privileges!” I explained that her bed was in the garage and she wasn’t to sit at the dining room table or on the couch, so it didn’t make sense for her to sit down to blow-dry her hair either.


Taylor got to her feet quickly as I glared at her and apologized profusely.


“Don’t apologize for that, Fart Face!” I told Taylor that she’d been given permission by her sister. “So I’m just telling both of you there’s no more sitting on furniture at ANY time going forward.”


“So how does she use actually use the bathroom,” Janie asked curiously, “if she can’t sit on the toilet?”


Well, she had me there. I wasn’t exactly sure how that would work, and I’d painted myself in a corner by saying she couldn’t use furniture. I squatted myself over the toilet because that was Tom’s rule but I was also allowed privacy from prying eyes – she wasn’t.

I was confused because while I thought the right procedure would be to make her squat just like me – I was also hesitant because I thought it was over the top and I wished Tom was here to make the right decision on how much discipline should be introduced. A part of me wanted to make her squat over a bowl in the living room like Tom had made me do in private when we first began our training sessions years ago. I was so humiliated.


I had never felt comfortable even allowing my first husband into the bathroom while I was using it and here I was pissing like a dog in front of my second one. I smiled at the mental image of Taylor being that embarrassed but decided to show restraint on the matter.


I was also frustrated and a little angry about being asked questions that I didn’t have answers for. Tom would handle this so much more fluidly – even in the rare cases when he didn’t have a ready answer, he had a good response for those situations. I longed for him to just tell me what I should do right now and dreaded having to make these decisions on the fly. I felt like the kids could tell I was in over my head right now trying to make this up as I went along.


I’d really painted myself into a confusing corner because I had told them Taylor had to use the toilet in six minutes and yet I just said she can’t sit on furniture and that included the toilet. I was coming across wishy-washy and I knew it so the next thing I said was intended to be a joke to make light of the situation although it came out unintentionally like I was very serious.


“I should make her squat over a litter box like a cat or piss in a bowl, since she is the house pet!” I had no intention of taking things that far, but I was trying to scare Taylor and bluff my way out of having no ready answer after I just gave two rules that couldn’t possibly be true at the same time.


“Hah-hah.” Janie pointed at her sister and laughed that she would have to pee in a bowl.


“No, I don’t, Princess,” Taylor spoke with a confidence that she wouldn’t be required to do anything like that.


“You don’t?” I asked Taylor curious that she could be so presumptive about what I expected.


“I mean,” Taylor chose her next words carefully and said them politely. “You sent Princess Janie up here to tell me to use this toilet to shit and piss, and Master told me before he left to drop whatever I had in my cunt and ass in one, so obviously that’s okay?”


“For now,” I agreed with her, but told her that I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bowl in the living room, and that Donny and Scotty would find it quite hilarious to watch her go pee.


“They certainly did last night, Mistress,” Taylor admitted, and quickly told me that they watched her sit on the toilet with her legs spread so they could actually see how girls pee.


“That’s hilarious, they didn’t know?” Janie giggled that they didn’t know where lemonade was made before asking if they watched her poop as well, or did they know how fudge was made?


I remembered some of the porn on Donny’s computer was about women who used a toilet outside in the yard that didn’t appear to be connected to any plumbing at all. I knew it was supposed to give the viewer the impression the girls were actually backwards white trash living in a trailer park, but I couldn’t imagine that anyone actually lived that way.

There was no sex in those videos – it was quite literally just women pissing and shitting outside in front of a camera, and people paid good money for it. I also knew from personal experience that it was one of the most humiliating and intimate things you could do in front of someone.


“They definitely wanted to see me go poop, but thankfully I didn’t have to do it, Princess.” Taylor joked with her sister with the same casual tone she had before I came in the bathroom.


“Poop? Didn’t have to do IT?” I asked if she understood her father’s rule included being very explicit about her bodily functions. “You don’t think your brothers deserve to see you make fudge?” I asked.


“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Taylor seemed confused and put her hands behind her head out of instinct while sticking her chest out. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Taylor said that she just didn’t understand why they’d want to see something like that.


“Did you even piss and shit while you were up here, Fart Face?” I demanded with my hands on my hips.


“I didn’t have to shit or piss, Ma’am, so I was just getting ready for school!” Taylor admitted.


I found that hard to believe – she’d been tied up all night. My skepticism turned into anger that she may be lying to make it seem like I was overreacting.


“You were told to come up here and piss and shit, and when you get an opportunity like that you take it or at least try! I’m going to inspect your asshole downstairs right in front of your brothers, and if I find out you’re lying to me...” I said.


“You can check now, Mistress! I’m not lying.” Taylor turned around and bent over for inspection.


“Do not ever interrupt me when I’m talking, slut!” I smacked her on her ass and told her to stand back up. “I told you I would inspect you downstairs, and that’s where I’ll do it! When you get downstairs, if I find out you’ve been lying, you’ll tell both of your brothers that you aren’t allowed on furniture in the house, you’ll ask them if they still want to see you shit and piss or if their curiosity is satisfied, and you’ll use the same glass bowl you use for shaving in the living room when they want!” I insisted.


“Yes, Ma’am,” Taylor acknowledged my order, which only served to ruffle my feathers a little more. My feelings were difficult to explain, but there were times it seemed to me that Taylor thought I wasn’t being hard enough on her and she was insulting my choice of rule by agreeing with it like it was no big deal.


I know that sounds crazy, because I should have been happy that she was so willing to be put in her place and accept my orders. But it was how she answered me, as if it were perfectly fine with her, that ruffled my feathers and made me think things just weren’t hard enough for her.


“Do you have a problem satisfying your brothers’ curiosity about how sluts go pee? Or do you think what you have between your legs is so mystical and magical that it should remain a mystery?”


“No, Mistress, if you think that’s best.” Taylor’s tone finally suggested she was either apprehensive or actually even having second thoughts about proceeding with what I’d told her. I was relieved I’d finally found something that scared the little bitch.


“I think it’s best to walk you like Sandor in the backyard, but I’m not sure your father would go for that!” I pulled her by her nipples and brought her downstairs to the kitchen after slapping Strawberry Sprinkles in her mouth so she could carry it down there. “You need to learn I’m doing what’s best for you because you’re a lazy little snot who took the rope I gave you to pull yourself up and just hung yourself with it. You sat in this bathroom and basically just ignored all of the house rules while laughing with your sister, and now you’re going to pay the piper!”


I asked Janie to grab the cardboard box that had all of Taylor’s clothes in it, but it was too heavy for her to manage so I made Taylor carry it while I poked her back with my finger down the stairs.


I told Janie to grab the markers she used on her sister and bring those as well. She followed behind us, apologetic for her part in the bathroom episode. I reminded Janie that she was still learning to be a fluffer. “You’re getting on-the-job training, as your father would call it.” I smiled, forgiving her mistake. “You’re going to make mistakes – so many mistakes. It isn’t that you made them that I’m worried about. It’s what you do once you realize you did.”


Janie looked at me like I was the wisest woman to walk the earth – I really enjoyed her admiration and it made me believe I actually was very wise.


I didn’t want to tell her I was paraphrasing exactly what her father had told me only recently, so that I could savor the admiration she was showing me.


I know I also said that Taylor made me skeptical when she accepted my authority so quickly, but there was a part of me that I didn’t want to admit existed that got off on that power. I wanted to seem worthy of it by saying things like that – the way Tom actually was.


“I should have made this rule in the first place, and I was too soft on your sister, but I thought I was helping her by letting her slide! So we’ll see if her ass is full of shit, and then if she was lying to me she can ask her brothers if they want a lesson in female biology before school!”


“Yes Ma’am. I don’t want you to feel you need to be soft on me,” Taylor was learning to talk more clearly around Strawberry Sprinkles. She politely accepted my finger-jabs in her back and butt-cheeks as she carried the box in front of me. “I want to be a good girl!”


“What you want, and what you are, have become two distinctly different things,” I said harshly. “You seem to think you have all the time in the world in the morning. I saw you in there giggling and jiggling around with your sister, wasting time, and now you tell me you want to be a good girl? Actions speak much louder than words.” I shamed her as I walked her downstairs.


The boys were still not dressed, but it didn’t take them long to actually get ready. I called them into the living room and told Taylor to put her hands behind her head and stand at attention after setting the cardboard box by my feet.

“I have a couple things to talk to you about before school, and they are important rule changes,” I announced.


“Can we get hand-jobs while you talk?” Donny asked bluntly and Scotty agreed.


“I need your undivided attention right now,” I said, trying to ignore how shamelessly the boys felt now about openly being masturbated by their sister.


“I knew I should have rubbed one out this morning myself,” Donny complained.


“I don’t mind if you do as long as you don’t waste it,” I told him, but assured him that I’d try to be quick and then Taylor would take care of both of them. “I’m driving you to school today so don’t worry about the bus!”


They both plopped down on the couch with a satisfied expression – as long as I was driving them they could even be late, with a note.


It felt good to have the kind of power to just excuse someone else for being late. It must be how bosses feel when their employees show up late in the mornings and they can just ignore it.


I wanted to address one change about clothing that I had been puzzling about for a while, without telling them that part of the reason was my Libra instinct of indecision that made it tough for me to decide what she should wear. Tom had long ago laid down rules on what I could wear, and I woke up every day knowing how to dress.


It had only been last night that I had just thrown on something skimpy and gone to the store without asking him what I should wear, and that had turned out pretty poorly.


“I’m going to involve you in one of the family decisions about dressing the family pet!” I announced. Janie was ecstatic, but the boys could care less at this point.

Clothes shopping never mattered to them, and they usually put on whatever clothes were least dirty from a pile they kept in their room – plus they both really, really wanted their morning hand-jobs.


I borrowed one of Janie’s red markers and wrote on the cardboard box Taylor was holding, “FART FACE’S SCHOOL CLOTHES!” on the side. I then printed SLUT on the other side and telling Taylor she could put the box by the sliding glass door to the patio before getting back into position.


She curtsied by bending at the knee slightly and acknowledged the order as I continued my explanation. I felt like a teacher in front of a class of mostly disinterested students.


“Taylor’s room is now my arts and crafts room,” I declared officially. Tom hadn’t signed off on this decision – or any of my new rules, for that matter – but I felt he’d oblige me something I’d been asking for since we first got together, now that Taylor didn’t need a room. I also really wanted to make good on my own promise of finally using that very expensive sewing machine he’d bought me years ago.


“Your sister is no longer allowed in her old room without special permission, and I’ve brought her clothes downstairs. In the morning I want EACH of you to pick one item for your sister to wear. You can coordinate your choices, but they have to come from the box. It’s too difficult for me to come up with an outfit on my own, and I want to give each of you a little input into your sister’s training,” I told them that this would be for any time Taylor was going out of the house.


“What if they don’t match?” Janie asked – she was always concerned about fashion and clothes matching properly.


“What if I pick a skirt and Scotty picks a skirt?” Donny pointed out a more pragmatic issue.


I admittedly hadn’t thought this out that far, in part because I was just reacting to the fact that I had so much angst about picking out skimpy clothes that could get her in trouble; and reflect poorly on me as a parent as well. I knew it was a good part of the training, but I just didn’t like having to choose the entire outfit.


“Good questions,” I answered Janie first. “Your sister is learning to be a source of scorn, amusement, and ridicule for her betters. She wears skimpy clothes in public to humble her, but she can’t be empowered. Who’s that lady who shows her ass on Instagram the most?” I asked.

The guesses were rapid-fire from the kids.


“Kim Kardashian? Khloe? Kourtney?”

“Kylie Jenner? Kendall Jenner?”

“Ariel Winter?”

“Miley Cyrus?”

“Rihanna?”

“Coco?”

“Selena Gomez?”

“Nicki Minaj?”

The answers came quickly from everyone except for Taylor who remained stoically silent –it helped that her butt-plug was stuffed in her mouth. I didn’t know who most of those people were, but the kids obviously did and they were clearly aware that all of them had a reputation for showing off their body in public and online.


“Okay, that’s more examples than I needed, but the one thing they have in common as celebrities is they’re empowered and considered sexy for showing off their booty,” I explained, pointing out that they had the same kind of butt that everyone else did.


“You haven’t seen Coco’s butt, Mom!” Scotty chimed in and said it was even thicker than mine.


“Wow! Well, I’ll have to look that up online, and I appreciate the compliment.” I was flattered they’d even noticed my butt. None of them had ever said anything about it, but I guess now that I’d seen their dicks they felt they could share observations like that with me.


“Fart Face isn’t a celebrity and we don’t want her to feel like one either!” I continued my explanation. “Those girls feel powerful and in control when they get all this validation for showing off for adoring fans. Instead of that feeling, we need clothes that are supposed to make her feel vulnerable and exposed, just like her nudity around the house. Since we can’t keep her naked in public, we’ll have her dress like a white trash whore: fringes, bangles, bedazzled denim shorts and skirts, and clothes that don’t match are expected.” I explained that choosing trashy clothes for her would keep her from feeling empowered by her own choices.

“Gross! Fringes and bedazzled denim skirts?” Janie scrunched her nose at the idea of a fashion faux pas like that. I was glad at least that she would be dissuaded from following suit with her sister when she found out she wouldn’t be dressing sexy as much as she would be dressing trashy.

Donny’s question, on the other hand, was more difficult for me to answer. He had brought up something I hadn’t considered; about each person getting to pick something, meant one person may pick a top and another person pick a different top.


I had visions in my head of Taylor walking down the street with a bra, denim jacket and no bottoms because of my crazy rule – Donny was right, that posed a problem.


“I like how you think, Donny.” I told my son that was why I was bringing this up – so that we could brainstorm the rules together. That was another lie: I thought I could make the rules up as I went, but I didn’t want to admit that.


I offered another idea: “I’ll let Donny pick her top, Scotty can pick her bottoms, and Janie can pick her shoes since she knows about shoes!”

None of them liked that division of duties for one reason or another, so I shrugged and started to feel like I was failing again at being in charge – this was harder than it seemed. Taylor stood naked, stoically with her hands behind her head, waiting for us to make a decision while talking about what she should or shouldn’t wear.


“I thought you said you’d let me pick one of my Halloween costumes for Fart Face today?” Janie pouted.


I remembered when Janie brought that up in the car yesterday morning, but that wasn’t what I’d promised her at all.


“After letting your sister waste time in the bathroom you’re lucky I let you pick at all.” I was being a little harsh with her – I couldn’t expect her to boss her sister around any better than I could do it myself. Taylor had slacked off on MY watch, and I was failing.


“Sorry! I won’t do that again!” Janie promised she’d be more responsible and then playfully popped her sister’s bare butt with her hand and caused it to jiggle.


Taylor was surprised and glared at her but quickly backed down. She had her butt-plug still in her mouth, and I could see her bite down on it to suppress her anger. I was pleased to see Taylor didn’t throw a fit – she had done so for a lot less, before the discipline. At the same time, I was also glad that it bothered Taylor – I wanted her uncomfortable.


“Thank your sister for reminding you not to manipulate her into letting you dink around when you need to be getting ready,” I told Taylor, and then turned to her sister and said, “Janie, go upstairs and pick out some clothes for your sister that you think will fit, and you can throw them in the box!”

“Thankthffftt you Princessthhh Janie for the reminder,” Taylor offered in a polite but curt fashion toward Janie while holding the plug in her mouth – that made her sound pathetic.


I could tell it was humiliating for her when her brothers laughed at her lisp.


“So instead of getting hand-me-downs…” Donny observed that Taylor would be getting, “hand-me-ups!”


I smiled and said that’s how it’s going to be from now on as Janie dashed upstairs to find some clothes for her sister. She was smiling, not only because she was pleased to be included, but because Janie really liked to be helpful; and she took her sister’s gratitude as a sign she was actually helping.


“What If one of us picks her clothes one day and then we rotate?” Scotty suggested a different approach to dressing Taylor with a shrug, like this was a simple idea that should have been obvious.


I smiled and thanked him – that made sense, and the others liked taking turns as well.


“Good job.” I saw Scotty’s face light up when I acknowledged him. There were times I thought I may be stepping over the line in teaching them about domestic discipline; but when they felt acknowledged and responded positively, it was vindicating for me.


“Now that this is settled, can we get our Fart Face to whack us off?” Donny asked rather impatiently.


“Yes, but there’s one more important matter for us to discuss, and it needs to come from Fart Face herself. She has something she wants to ask you.” I removed Strawberry Sprinkles out of Taylor’s mouth and made her bend over so that I could inspect her. I found it easier than before to shove a finger in her ass, and it felt like her butthole actually gripped my finger and held it there while I wriggled it around. There was no shit in her asshole – it was pink and clean.


I was actually disappointed, but I made her ask anyway.

“Yes, Mistress,” Taylor said. She told the others that since was losing her room, it didn’t make sense for her to go upstairs to use the bathroom any longer. This wasn’t what I told her to say, but I let her continue after she cleaned off my finger thoroughly.


Taylor’s mouth was very wet – just like her pussy when I inserted my finger in it next and held her open to examine her.


“As you know, I’m not allowed on furniture at home,” Taylor began, and winced slightly before backing into my finger.


“Stop being a dirty little slut and hold still.” I slapped her ass and told her to tell them what she told me about last night’s babysitting.


“Last night when you took me to piss and shit I was actually very thankful I couldn’t shit so I didn’t have to let you watch me. It would have been extremely embarrassing. Mistress reminded me that part of what I’m learning is to show all of me – not just the parts I’m willing to show, but everything, even the most intimate activities like playing with myself,” she said.


“Or pounding our puds!” Donny reminded her as he shifted his large cock in his shorts.


“I have a favor to ask both of you,” she said politely and nodded at Donny. Taylor asked if they wouldn’t mind if she started shitting and pissing in a bowl downstairs. “This way I won’t be tempted to sit on the toilet and play with myself, or watch myself in the mirror and check myself out, or need any of you to walk with me upstairs when you’re already downstairs.”


“Gross!” Donny scrunched his nose.


“We’d have to smell your farts!” Scotty complained.


I just realized my brilliant and manipulative eldest daughter had just outfoxed me. She must have known if she ASKED them if she could do something they would be inclined to deny it, for the very reason they wanted it when she was hesitant.

“Okay, then you’ll continue using the upstairs bathroom,” I shook my head in disbelief that I’d brought this up.


“Why?” Donny and Scotty both asked with a confused look on their face.


“You just said you thought it was gross and you didn’t want the smell down here?” I asked.


“Didn’t say we didn’t want to see it,” Scotty explained with a smirk, and Donny agreed wholeheartedly.

Janie was already back downstairs with an armload of old clothes. There were things that clearly wouldn’t fit Taylor because they no longer fit Janie. She dumped them in the box anyway without giving me a chance to go through them.


“Thank your sister for the hand-me-ups,” I told Taylor, adding that she could get her glass bowl right afterwards and demonstrate for the boys by pissing in the living room.


“Yes, Mistress. Should I ask her permission to piss and shit downstairs as well?” Taylor asked me while looking thoroughly humiliated, yet accepting of her place.


“That? Oh yeah, that’s definitely cool!” Janie didn’t hesitate to agree to it before starting a little dance and song. “MILK, MILK,” Janie bounced from side to side and touched first one hand over her left breast and then her right hand over her right breast. She chanted an old dirty nursery rhyme that was old when I was a little girl. “LEMONADE” she touched both hands to her crotch and swiveled her hips before turning around and sticking out her butt. “Around the corner fudge is made!”

Everyone including Taylor laughed at her cute song – I certainly thought it was funny.


“I like it and it’ll teach you to follow instructions.” I told Taylor she would perform Janie’s song before and after she finished each and every time. Even though it may have backfired on her, I wasn’t convinced Taylor hadn’t asked the question in such a way to get out of having to use the bathroom downstairs, and I thought it would be adorable.


“Can she sing ‘I’m a little tea cup, short and stout’…” Donny started to perform the cute song then finishing with a raunchy, “Here is my dick, now whip it out?” before pointing to his crotch impatiently.

“Good point, and it’s time to feed her as well.” I told Taylor that since I still couldn’t find Antioch that I would be reinserting Strawberry Sprinkles in her ass. I sunk it one bubble at a time all the way in her ass to the base. “You can’t sit on this and force it in, so you need to find someone to take it out and put it in today.” I smacked her on the butt playfully and asked if she was sure she didn’t want to piss before we started.


“Should I do it in the living room where I could drip on the carpet, or in the kitchen, Ma’am?” Taylor went without asking to get the glass bowl from the night before where I had it with the towel.


“You can piss in the kitchen after you finish milking the boys – you may even need to shit by then!” I told her to bring the bowl with her. “I don’t want ass-splash or cum-drops all over this nice new coffee table.” I was half-joking but also quite serious.


I made Taylor follow me into the kitchen by tugging her clit hood – which was sticking out between her puffy pussy lips as it should be. Once we moved to the kitchen I asked Janie to get the open almond milk container for her brothers while Taylor took their cocks out.


“How do I do it with my mouth if they have no buckles or zippers, Ma’am?” Taylor asked me curiously.


That was another puzzle for me. I knew how I would do it with my own mouth, but I didn’t want to make her have to actually suck her brothers’ dicks, as I already felt guilty about her milking them in the morning.


“Bite the waistband and slide them down.” Donny explained quite simply that it should be fairly easy.


That did make sense to me and I agreed.


“May I play with myself while I jerk them off, Mistress? Please?” Taylor’s begging definitely needed work.


She had just fucked herself for 15 minutes from front to back, though, and the urgency from the day before when she was extremely horny was missing.


“Not yet,” I told her, saying that I would let her know once she started, if she kept begging.


Taylor started with Scotty’s waistband to his shorts and underwear. As she squatted in front of him, she started to pull his pants down with just her two front teeth showing. His cock popped out and smacked her right upside her head.


Everyone laughed except for Taylor, who genuinely looked surprised that a hard dick like that could be so springy.


“Watch yourself,” I warned her, and directed her to do Donny next while starting to pull off Scotty with her other hand. “This is why you’re learning to use your mouth. Your hands can be multi-tasking!”


She was a little more cautious with Donny’s shorts than she was with Scotty. She dragged his shorts down to reveal his rapidly hardening cock. I noticed Donny had red pubes, which was funny because before I started shaving I used to as well.

He had his father’s dark hair, but my pubes.


Donny swung his dick back and forth like a chain and hit his sister in the face with it intentionally.


She made the same face she did when Scotty hit her accidentally and closed her eyes.

They laughed, but I told them to stop hitting their sister in the face with their dicks.


“Can you do Helicopter?” Scotty pulled his cock out of Taylor’s hand and began to spin it in a clockwise motion by gyrating his hips.


Janie thought that was hysterical.


“I can do a S.H.I.E.L.D Hellicarrier!” Donny implied his cock was much too big for a simple Helicopter and swung his dick wildly in every direction as it hardened by pivoting his hips.


“Hey, Genital Jousting!” Scotty was super-hard and his dick stuck straight out as he drove it towards his brother’s pecker like a knight’s lance.


“Sorry, Mom!” Donny dodged out of the way and apologized to me before calling that actually gay and dismissing his brother’s idea of a game.


“Would you two stop playing with your dicks?!” I couldn’t believe I sounded like such a mom, nagging them even during something like that.


“Yeah, let’s stop playing with our dicks so Fart Face can play with our dicks!” Scotty laughed at how silly that was.


“So she can make her own breakfast,” I joked back with a lemony smile and looked at Janie, “Because someone drank all the almond milk!”


She didn’t deny it – and happily accepted my joke with modesty.


Taylor squatted in front of both of her brothers and began to pull them off. I had to remind her to talk dirty because she would have silently continued pumping them at the same speed if I hadn’t.


“Spit on your hand and give them a little lubrication,” I reminded her.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Taylor apologized, and followed my instructions.


I could see the pink jelly ring at the base of Strawberry Sprinkles sticking out of her ass and pointed directly at the tile while she squatted in front of her brothers with her legs apart.


“I want to milk you. Squirt all over me, Sir!” Taylor started, although she wasn’t really selling me she wanted it.


I didn’t want to be a backseat milker, but I continued giving her advice and telling her that it was okay during this to use their first names since the goal was to say whatever dirty thing pushed their buttons.

“Squirt for me, baby! Come on, Scotty! Squirt all over me like last night!” Taylor sounded a little more convincing.


I really did wonder how much actual babysitting actually got done in between all the hand-jobs and spanking she received.


“Come on, what are you waiting for, Donny? Teabag me, put your balls on my face and let me feel your spunk drip down my face!” Taylor said.


I was getting hot listening to her turn her brothers on.


“You want to play with yourself?” I told her that she’d better ask them if she could and mean it.


“I’m a horny little slut now, Sir,” Taylor admitted, and begged the both of them to let her play with herself too. “Please? I want you to watch me while I get off so you can get off! Would you like that?”


“I would, but I don’t want you taking your hand off my Johnson.” Scotty was enjoying her jerking him off and didn’t want her attention anywhere else.


“Janie, run upstairs and get Victor and Hector for your sister.” I sent my youngest to grab the two dildos from earlier this morning.


“Mmmmm, I can’t wait until Mom feeds me your spunk, Donny. Do you think you’re close?” Taylor moaned softly and sweetly.


It now actually felt weird to hear Taylor call me ‘Mom’ when she had been saying ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Mistress’ so often. My impulse was to smack her, but I’d told her she could use our first names during dirty talk and I would relax her speech protocol temporarily just to make things flow more easily and sound sexy.


“No, but remember what I told you about the tip.” Donny tried to guide his sister to pinch and actually twist the skin at the base of his cock. She seemed hesitant to actually hurt him, even though he wanted her to be rough.


“Grab Donny’s dick and squeeze hard, pinch it and flick it if that’s what it takes to get him to pop his load,” I ordered Taylor bluntly.


She looked over her shoulder at me and flashed me her baby-blue eyes. They looked sullen and submissively sexy as she smiled at me. I was getting turned on myself and wanted to finger myself while I watched.


Donny loved it when Taylor started trying to hurt his dick by twisting and pinching it. She got a little TOO rough, though, and he smacked her hand.


“Sorry, Sis.” Donny warned her after he’d smacked her that she’d got a little too rough.


“You don’t have to apologize for slapping me, Sir.” Taylor told him that would help her learn her place. “I need it because I’m not supposed to call you ‘Donny’ or ‘Don’ or ‘Donald’ and address you by your first name like we’re equals. I’m just a slutty pig of a house pet now! You’re my ‘Sir’, and that is how it’s supposed to be!” Taylor promised him while holding her mouth slightly parted.


“Oh, yeah?” Donny put his hands on her head and played with her hair.


“You can yank it if you want. Pull my hair, Donny! Just like Mom does when she feeds me,” she begged.


Fuck – I wanted to play with myself. This was very hot and I started to fantasize about Matt’s hard dick from the night before. Despite all the effort I had spent trying not to think about how awful I was for cheating on my husband, I conjured up images of how dirty I felt sitting topless in his car with his cock in my mouth.


Janie came dashing into the kitchen and handed me the two dildos. They were still slightly wet from earlier. I would need to teach Taylor how to care for and wash her toys at some point.


“Don’t hand them to me,” I pointed at Taylor and said to put one flat on the ground under her sister.


“Where should I put the other one?” Janie said as she planted the latex base of the jelly dildo right under Taylor’s pussy.


“Between her tits!” Donny answered for me, and Janie did exactly that.


I was surprised when Taylor instinctively pushed her boobs together with her arms and held the dick in place.


Scotty and Donny were at a critical point now and were going to pop their loads for her any moment.


Taylor started to sit on the dildo underneath her and force herself down before I came behind her and kicked her on her ass cheek. “You beg to do that first! Don’t assume just because you see a dick you can sit on it!”


“Yes, Mistress! Thank you for the lesson!” Taylor rolled her head slightly and slung her hair from side to side as she appeared to be getting into the double hand-job she was giving.


“May I fuck myself for you, please?” Taylor started to beg, and the boys didn’t let her finish before they eagerly gave her permission to do it.


Taylor thanked them and slid her wet pussy down on the dildo. I didn’t know if it was Hector or Victor, because they both looked almost identical except for a small mark on the base.


“Mmmm, you like watching me slide down on this dick?” She looked over her shoulder and asked if she could call Hector a ’dick’.


“Protocol is relaxed right now, Fart Face, but don’t take it for granted,” I warned her, but nodded that was alright.


Taylor fucked herself up and down on the dildo for their amusement while pulling the boys off for a few more minutes. The dildo between her tits fell on the tile and Janie held up her finger and said, “Let me get that!” before putting it back.


I was intensely aroused and would need to beg Tom to let me play with myself.


I went through the texts from last night while I waited for her to finish off her brothers. The majority of them were from Donny, saying that he was worried about me and asking if I was mad about something or testing him. There was one from Scotty asking if I was ignoring Donny just to fuck with him and to tell him so he could play along.


I noticed there was one message from their father.


HI SWEETHEART. VERY UNUSUAL TO GET NO WORD FROM YOU IN RESPONSE TO MY TEXT. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED DOUBLE FUCKING YOURSELF. I MAY SEE THAT YOU TRIPLE FUCK YOURSELF WHEN I SEE YOU NEXT. DAVE VULGUS IS BEING A PEST. WORRIED THE WEDDING MAY NOT HAPPEN. I TOLD HIM I AM NOT A MARRIAGE COUNSELLOR BUT I WILL SIT DOWN AND HAVE A BEER WITH HIM AND SEE WHAT I CAN DO WHEN I AM BACK.



I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. I was so hot and bothered watching the three of them in the kitchen carry on in front of me while I tapped out a short reply.


TRIPLE FUCK WOULD BE NICE. I FELL ASLEEP EARLY. CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU. MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU. PLEASE SEND INSTRUCTIONS FOR ME TODAY.


The triple fucking was something even I hadn’t mastered. It was, as you can imagine, involving a dildo in every hole, alternating as you fuck yourself three different ways.


Scotty reached down and began touching his sister’s tits and pulling her nipples. I wasn’t really paying attention because I was thinking about what to write to my husband. Donny reached even lower and started playing with her pussy and flicking her clit for her.


Taylor thanked them and brought herself to orgasm before either of them could cum.


“Oh wow!” Scotty was shocked to see his sister spasmodically jerk with ecstasy as she rode the wave of a real orgasm right in front of him.


“Is she having a seizure?” Donny asked.


“No, dummy,” Janie told him, saying that’s how girls get their rocks off. “You don’t know how lemonade or fudge is made, and now you don’t know what girls do when they get really, really turned on?” She laughed at their inexperience.


Donny wanted to say something back to her in response, but it was fairly obvious now that Janie had seen what it looked like when boys came because he’d done it in front of her.


“It’s okay, baby.” Taylor recovered and reached up to rub her brother’s face softly as she got back into squatting position. “You can watch me do anything from now on. I’m an open book with no privacy. If you want to see what it looks like for a girl to pee, I’ll hold my flaps open for you and let you watch. If you want to see me cum, then you can watch me do it again and again,” she promised. “There’s nothing magical or mystical about my cunt that I need to keep secret from you. You can see it on the internet anyway, so you may as well see me do it. I would appreciate showing you,” she cooed.

Donny closed his eyes and tried to cum. His cock aimed right at her face as if to shoot directly in his sister’s eyes and on her nose.


“I will show you anything and everything – all of me!!” She was whipping herself up into a frenzy again.


“Just make me cum!” Donny demanded.


“Will you slap my face, please?” Taylor begged him in exchange for the release he wanted so desperately.


“What? Really?” Donny asked.


“You are going to give me a sloppy jalopy anyway.” Taylor repeated her request to be slapped.


“I was just kidding.” Donny slapped her lightly on the cheek.


“Harder please,” Taylor begged.


Donny slapped a little harder causing Taylor’s head to turn, and yet she begged for him to do it harder.


Scotty slapped the other cheek hard enough to ring Taylor’s bell and I KNEW it hurt from the look on her face. She glared up at him angrily, but said sweetly as she looked him right in the eye, “Yes, just like that!”

“Oh shit,” Scotty came right then, catching his cum in his own hand with practiced precision.


“Are you going to slap me with it?” she begged.


Scotty was catching his breath, and as men often do after they cum he was having second thoughts about being so nasty and dirty. But when she begged him again loudly, he slapped his palm across her cheek causing the cum to squirt all over her face and into her hair.


“Dammit, how is that going to get into milk?!” Janie complained.


“I don’t care. Thank you, Scotty! Thank you!!” Taylor croaked with a soft whisper.


Donny, on the other hand, was a much tougher cork to pop, and Taylor had to work him twice as hard while the cum on the side of her head dried.


“I’m bored.” Janie pouted that watching the three of them was not doing anything for her.


“You can wipe the cum off your sister’s face and put it in the milk,” I suggested.


“Boring,” Janie whined, and then told Donny to hurry up and finish.


“I’m trying, but you and Mom talking is turning me off,” Donny admitted, while shutting his eyes. He was rubbing one hand on Taylor’s face and awkwardly touching her nose and her eyes.


Taylor opened her mouth and allowed him to stick his finger in.


I was shocked and about to say not to do it, but this is how they get their fingers cleaned, so even though it seemed taboo to me it was something even Tom told them they could do if they inspected her.


Taylor worked herself up and down on his finger while riding the dildo like she was double-fucking herself, and in about thirty seconds of sucking Donny came all over the floor.


“Oh goody! Cum for the milk carton!” Janie got down on her knees to pick it up.


“Let your sister lick it up!” I said as Donny panted with exhaustion over his sister with a pleased look on his face.


“Oh man, we aren’t going to get ANY cum for the carton!” Janie pouted.


“Yes, we are,” I made Taylor bend down tits to the floor and kiss the cum with her ass up in the air. Once she licked it up I told her to spit it back into the milk and close it up.


“Gross! That’s so disgusting!” Janie made a face.


“You don’t have to drink it, though!” I reminded her that she was never under any requirement to actually drink the almond milk.


“I never said I wouldn’t do it – just that it’s disgusting,” she chuckled, while adding on to her brother’s joke from earlier.