CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

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

Taylor has just finished jerking off her brothers and is going to be fed and allowed to pee before school.

I poured three big glasses of almond milk for Janie, Taylor, and I, and dunked a raw hot dog in Taylor’s glass.

“Can I have a hot dog too?” Janie asked innocently.

“You don’t need to do everything your sister does!” I insisted.

“I know.” Janie said she was just hungry.

I think Scotty and Janie are tied for the best eaters in the house, and she can definitely put away a full meal pretty easily. I handed Janie a raw dog and she ate it while drinking the milk.

Her brothers giggled – especially when she stopped drinking and had a milk mustache.

“What? I was hungry, and I don’t care what it looks like,” Janie shrugged innocently.

My youngest could seem very innocent at times, but I also knew she was constantly surrounded by images like that on the internet. Just a week ago she seemed offended that a boy drew a picture of a penis in class, and now she ate a hot dog as if she was oblivious to the symbolism.

Then again – it was just a hot dog, and as far as Janie was concerned she WAS hungry.

She also didn’t have it stuffed end-first down her throat a half-inch at a time, and just ate it like she had thousands of hot dogs before.

I smiled and ignored it. I knew the worst thing I could do was to act like it was a big deal – that would only make Janie want to do it more.

“Wipe off the milk mustache,” I reminded her as I turned my attention to her older sister.

I pulled a small plastic funnel out of the drawer and added some leftover bacon and eggs together in a bowl for Taylor while asking one of them to cuff her hands behind her back so that I could feed her.

I turned around and Taylor was standing at attention with her mouth slightly open and tits stuck out. I was impressed with how bravely she stood there, and told her that she was doing very good.

“I’ve been concerned about you only eating hot dogs and milk at most meals, so I have some other food for you.” I made her open her mouth and the bits of bacon and egg in, and then put the funnel in her mouth to pour the milk down her throat.

She had a disgusted lemony face, but it quickly disappeared when she had to fight not to choke as she gasped and gurgled to wrestle the food down her gullet. “Ah, did precious little Fart Face want to eat with a spoon?” I held up the spoon I was using and told her this was for respectable people and her betters. “You’re lucky to be standing at all and that I’m taking the time to hand-feed you.”

“I’llthth eatthee urrfffth thuh floorth, Maamths!” Taylor sprayed me with spittle as she struggled to eat with a plastic funnel in her mouth and promised to eat from the floor.

“You’ll eat where I tell you to eat,” I told her as I wiped the saliva from my nose. “It’s your betters who are supposed to spit on your food, not the other way around.”

I passed the milk around so that everyone else could spit in it.

Then I leaned in to her and pressed my body up against Taylor. It was the first time I’d ever come that close to her since this started, where my tits were pressed against hers, save only for the apron I wore between us.

I summoned up a big wad of spit and spit directly into her funnel. The thick white saliva remained in the funnel, but the disgust factor was heavy – I wanted to humiliate her and make her feel dominated.

It was working, because I noticed terror in her blue eyes – she had no idea what I might do next.

I washed my own spit down the funnel with the milk that contained not only her brother’s fresh cum but their spit as well, before removing it from her mouth. I placed the hot dog end-first in her mouth and told my fluffer to take a picture and text it to me.

Janie was happy to oblige, and quicker than I could ever work my own phone she had a wonderful head-shot of her sister with a hot dog hanging out of her mouth like a long dick.

After I finished admiring the picture I texted it to Summer and said that we wouldn’t need them this morning and that I was taking Taylor to and from school every day from now on.

WHATEVS

The response was an emoji of a tiny poop and a happy face, next to a devil-horned emoji, followed by a less than sign “<” and the number 3. I wasn’t sure what to make of that and didn’t dwell on it.

Instead, I forced the hot dog down Taylor’s throat and choked her with it. I wasn’t too worried by her gasps and snorts, though. Her nipples got harder as she struggled to breathe while choking it down inch by inch.

“I actually read that Asians do this to train to be in competitive eating contests,” Donny said.

“Asians have their mom stuff hot dogs end-first with almond milk full of cum down their throats?” Scotty asked skeptically.

“Lol,” Donny chuckled and said there may be a porn site for that, but he was actually talking about how skinny guys learn to become competitive eaters for hot dog contests. He said that they eat entire hot dogs by relaxing their throat muscles, but that wasn’t all. “It’s just like swimming,” he explained. “You have to understand you’re going to breathe every two or three strokes. If you don’t stick to that, you’ll throw yourself off. There’s a similar rhythm in eating: Maybe you breathe every hotdog, or every two hot dogs. But you need to figure out your rhythm and stick to it.”

That actually applied to giving good head as well – although I wasn’t sure if I should tell them that.

Donny also told him there was such a thing as chimpmunking. “The pros know that whatever you get into your mouth before regulation is over counts, so they pack their throats and cheeks.”

“What about it Fart Face?” Scotty asked if she was willing to have her throat and cheeks packed.

“Yestthff pleaffth, anovver?” Taylor hadn’t finished the first dog and she had the audacity to ask me for another hot dog?

“Donny said they pack their cheeks.” I placed one hot dog from the packet between Taylor’s ass-cheeks and Janie and the boys laughed hard.

“When you can learn to hold one between your tits you’ll get three dogs.” I chuckled while I finished feeding her all of the first dog and giving her some milk afterwards. I removed the second dog and repeated the process. This time Taylor had even more trouble choking it down and I had to remind her to make a fist with her left hand and relax her gag reflex.

I thought Taylor was going to throw up, especially when Scotty started to make gagging sounds, but I made him stop teasing his sister that way, because I thought I may retch as well.

Once she’d almost finished everything, I told her what a good girl she was and asked if she wanted to finish the rest.

“Yesth, Ma’amth,” Taylor groaned sweetly.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” I laughed and dropped about an inch of the bottom of the hot dog and poured out the rest of the milk at her feet. I didn’t wait to see if she fell to her knees to lap it up. I turned around and got her glass bowl to set in the center of the kitchen.

Once I turned around I was pleased to see her ass up, tits down, and lapping up the milk from the floor.

“Make sure you turn your ass and cunt towards the table when people are seated there. You’re allowed to ask if they have a good view,” I said with pride at her willingness to debase herself so thoroughly. I’d been skeptical that she was doing this for the right reasons, but the more she applied herself the more those fears seemed baseless to me, and I saw her making progress.

“Do I have to beg to have my clit pulled out when I’m on all fours? It slides back in when I’m on my knees, Mistress.” Taylor nodded her acceptance of these rules, but wanted clarification.

“You are so tiresome,” I sighed, and told her that obviously her clit needs to be presented to her betters at all times. She wasn’t tiresome at all – I was overwhelmed by answering so many questions, and hoping I seemed consistent like Tom, but I wanted her to think that she was being petty with her details.

Tom could make me feel that way when I did the same thing, but I obsessed about details and actually appreciated the question because it was the kind of thing I would have asked Tom if the tables were reversed.

“You’ve been good, so you can pull out your clit hood after you squat over the bowl.” I placed her in a position 4 inches over the bowl so that her ass and pussy were parallel with the ground and her legs apart at the side of the bowl. I made her keep her feet flat with her heels slightly elevated and let her pull her pussy flaps apart nice and wide so that she wouldn’t spurt and drip down her legs. “Your asshole should be visible, and you’ll pull your cheeks apart with both hands nice and wide and wait for permission. I’ll let you know how long you have.”

Taylor seemed amused and yet embarrassed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, Mistress!”

“I’m glad you find this funny, Fart Face,” I said disapproving of her playful acceptance of how embarrassing this was – despite her siblings chuckling as well.

“It’s not funny, Mistress,” Taylor admitted while stifling her laughter. “It’s just that I never imagined that I’d be pissing naked in the kitchen in front of people! I mean, it’s just kind of strange!”

“Yet, it feels very normal to me,” I told her with a grin. I actually loved to see Taylor smile, and she had done it more the last few days than she had the 15 years prior - unless you count wicked smiles over someone else’s misfortune, and fake ones.

“That’s the funny thing, Mistress,” Taylor said, agreeing that it felt kind-of strangely normal to her as well.

Strangely normal – that was a good way of putting this, and I was happy someone else seemed to get it.

“Do you boys want to get a closer look so you can see where girl-pee comes from?” I asked Donny and Scotty who were engaged in a conversation about Chewbacca from Star Wars.

“I’m just asking do you think Chewbacca has a normal human dick, or a little red rocket like Sandor?” Donny asked his brother. He could be shamelessly vulgar now, and this was the kind of conversation they obviously had quite normally ‒ just not around me or their father.

“I’m saying he has a Chewbacca dick,” Scotty answered.

“What’s a Chewbacca dick?” Donny asked.

“You know. It’s long and has fur all over it and goes Hrwwrarrrrrr,” Scotty made a cute Chewbacca sound to describe it. It felt strangely normal as well that they’d have this conversation in the kitchen over breakfast before school.

“Guys?” I reminded them that this was for their benefit as much as Taylor’s. “You wanted to see how a girl pees – did you still want to see that?” I asked.

“Oh, I saw her do it yesterday.” Donny expressed little interest and said that he wanted to see her take a shit now.

“Why? Haven’t you seen yourself do it?” I asked curiously, although I’m not sure I really wanted to know what perverted reason he may have.

“I’m just curious; and no, I can’t see my own butthole,” Donny said.

“You could put your cell phone down and then do it,” Scotty offered; it was a helpful suggestion and Donny thanked him.

“Can we take pictures of her pissing?” Donny asked while his sister waited patiently in a very uncomfortable position fully exposed awaiting our permission to piss.

“What would you do with them?” I asked skeptically. I let Janie take some but I knew she had no interest in posting them online.

“Use them to jerk off later,” Scotty answered without hesitation.

“Your sister will jerk you off, and she’s going to piss like this in front of you every day, so you don’t need a picture for that,” I explained – still confused by his request.

“Yeah, but there are times I may want to rub one out when she isn’t around,” Donny admitted.

“I don’t mind, Mistress.” Taylor continued before I could tell her that whether she minded or not was irrelevant, “I’d be flattered and honored if Sir Donny or Sir Scotty or my fluffer want to photograph my journey of re-education and discipline. It can serve as a reminder of what I’ve learned and why. But may I humbly ask permission to piss before I explode?” Taylor offered with a lovingly sweet expression on her face of mirth and respect.

I gave her permission and all three of their cameras came out as they photographed her pissing in a glass bowl. I have to say that it was kind of fascinating to see another woman piss like that. The stream was a perfect arc of light yellow steaming-hot piss that shot out of her pussy like a geyser from mother nature, releasing her non-acrid urine.

Taylor’s face could only be described as a strange mixture of embarrassment and happiness. The best explanation I could have to describe it is you know the face someone makes when caught in an embarrassing or awkward situation, but they’re kind of laughing while they hold their boobs because they know they’ve been caught and it’s sort of funny?

The look a girl may have when she’s playing volleyball with her friends on the beach in a string bikini and two guys she knows run alongside of her and grab the bikini bottom ties and untie them so that her bottoms fall off. She’s safe, and not being attacked – it’s done in fun.

That was the look on her face, and I had never really thought much about that expression until she started pissing in front of us and giggling herself.

I didn’t feel so guilty about making her do it now.

Once she finished she apologized to Donny and said she really tried to shit, but she just couldn’t go. “May I ask why you want to see me do it anyway, Sir?”

“I guess because it would be kind of like seeing an angel take a shit – there would be something very cool about that,” Donny said truthfully.

“Don’t you mean a devil, Sir?” Taylor was still smiling as she accepted his answer and holding herself apart.

“No, an angel,” Donny said.

I was touched by what he said, and I think Taylor was as well, although I’m not sure he or the others even realized what a sweet sentiment that was and how touching it was.

“If you want to see me fart, I think I can do that, Sir,” Taylor offered.

Donny’s eyes got wide as he considered the offer and expressed his curiosity. Taylor had been facing us at the table, so Donny stood up and came behind her. Scotty just had to go as well.

“You may as well see this too,” I suggested to Janie as we all four crowded together behind Taylor to look at her bare pink asshole.

“I don’t know if it’s going to look like anything,” Taylor apologized in advanced for getting our hopes up.

We waited expectantly.

“Poofta!!” Some air slid out of Taylor’s asshole and the wrinkles around her anus barely shifted to allow a tiny pinhole of black to be visible to allow the gas to escape – which was a letdown.

“Verruuooooooooooooopppppppppppp flrappp!” Then Taylor cracked a fairly mighty fart that began with a high pitched zooming sound followed by a baritone frapping noise. Her asshole opened all the way up and at the end reverberated like a cheap FM speaker when she made the frapping noise.

Donny and Scotty cheered and even applauded, and Janie scrunched her nose and called it the most disgusting thing she ever saw.

“Do it again!!” Janie shouted enthusiastically.

“I think I had just the one, Princess.” Taylor couldn’t even look us in the face as she held her ass cheeks apart, but said she was glad it proved amusing.

I told Taylor to stand up at attention and face us, and she did as she was told.

“I was waiting to give you these things when I felt you earned them, and I didn’t think that would be until your father got back, but after this morning’s display I feel you deserve them,” I said.

“Wow? Really?” Taylor said. “Thank you, Mistress!”

Her nipples were hard and her thighs were still wet from piss and her own cum dripping down her thighs. The little slut was obviously turned on and extremely stimulated from this treatment; and the fact she was getting a twisted enjoyment out of it only agitated my desire to be more strict on her. Yet I couldn’t help but feel admiration that she was standing before us all this way, naked and exposed with her thighs wet, ready to accept my judgment.

“You haven’t been perfect, and you may never be perfect, but you’ve been open to learning and willing to accept new rules. I didn’t even tell you that you HAD to use the bowl downstairs, only that you should ask if they wanted to see you do it,” I said to give her an example.

“I was afraid if I didn’t offer then you’d make me use the yard, and I knew they were going to say yes, Mistress,” Taylor admitted.

“Oh cool, piss in the yard?” Scotty was the first to admire that idea.

“You wouldn’t piss in the yard?” I was surprised.

“I would, now that I know I can do it in front of people.” Taylor thanked me for making her do it and said she would piss like this anywhere I wanted from now on. “I have no secrets, and it actually feels pretty liberating. You’ve all watched me push a fart out of my ass, and I had the courage to offer it. I’m strangely proud of myself for doing something I should really be ashamed of,” she said.

I was so very pleased with that response that I couldn’t express in words how happy I was.

I removed the collar I bought from the pet store from the bag it was in and showed it to Taylor.

Everyone seemed impressed as I removed her ratty, cheap collar that she’d bought from Hot Topic.

I told her this one was designed to take getting wet and was a lot more resilient. The collar had her name FART FACE engraved on it, and it was pink, which pleased Janie most of all.

The inscription hanging off the tag was what interested Taylor the most as she read it out loud:

The Pet in this Collar Belongs to the Swift Family

Devoted and Obedient

If lost return to Tom Swift

555-123-1234

“Oh my god, Mom, wow! I’m so flattered. So it’s official: I’m a house pet!” Taylor cupped her hands in front of her nose and became emotional before apologizing for calling me ‘Mom’ and correcting herself.

I hugged her tight and told her that she was a house pet just as long as she needed to be one, and that I was always her mother as well. “I won’t punish you this time, because I have other gifts as well!”

It was really moving for me to buckle the collar around her neck, and I felt such a sense of pride that she actually seemed to want this collar. I thought it was going to humiliate her, but like my day collar it gave her a sense of pride.

“Wow, you have one too.” Janie noticed that I didn’t have on my day collar and had left on my actual training collar – the one I fell asleep in last night.

“Yes, I do,” I said with pride. They checked to see if there were matching words on it. I apologized with a shrug and said if it makes them feel any better, I got a matching collar for Sandor – I gave it to Janie to go put on him, but all of our attention was on Taylor right now.

The kids didn’t seem to care one way or the other about my wearing a real leather collar in front of them. I’d put so much stock into the meaning of them and kept the one I had on only for private play for so long that I felt a strange weight lifted off my shoulders as well.

I would wear the collar openly today and see how that felt.

I still had my secrets – so many, and not just sucking that strange guy’s dick – that I would love to get rid of, but I wasn’t ready to consider anything else. I thought ‘one step at a time’ as I smiled at Taylor while wearing my training collar with pride.

I had some nipple clamps that I no longer wore, now that I had mine pierced and sheathed with nipple shields. I told her to dump the bowl of piss in the sink and clean it out, and I would be right back.

“Someone put Strawberry Sprinkles in and write on your sister.” I reminded them that was also required before she could leave for today. “We’ll get her dressed and if we leave right now we won’t be very late for school!”

This was the second day in a row they’d be late, and school had only started in September. I didn’t feel that guilty about it because I could just write them all a note and all would be forgiven – it was good to be the Queen!

When I returned, Scotty and Donny had drawn the words PISS and SHIT and arrows leading to Taylor’s pussy and asshole. Janie had drawn more red on Taylor’s nipples and made Taylor’s makeup a lot like Harley Quinn – extra slutty.

“Perfect.” I added the words “SLAPPY JALAPPY MAKES ME HAPPY” to her butt with magic marker.

“It’s sloppy jalopy!” Janie corrected me.

“Yeah, but you slap her face with it, so it’s slappy jalappy!” I was in a great mood as I slapped Taylor’s butt.

“I think we can forgo your normal affirmation.” I rang two small bells attached to clips and put them on Taylor’s nipples.

She cried out in pain as the clips bit into her nipples.

“Can you handle them?” I asked her.

“For how long, Ma’am?” Taylor’s face was a mixture of nervousness and worry as her eyes watered and her nose wiggled slightly like an anxious puppy.

“Always,” I smiled.