CHAPTER FORTY NINE

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

Joanne is home when her teenage sons and daughter arrive.

I waited to hear from Tom at work all afternoon after the experience I’d had at Cherry Lawn High School. I wanted desperately to hear his voice and to have him reassure me that I was doing the right things.

I wasn’t doing the right things.

I was fucking up, and fucking up in a big way. I felt like I’d lost control of my senses, and good judgement had flown out the window. This had all been such a whirlwind over the past few days that things were escalating beyond my imaginings.

I had not just shown poor judgement – I had lied, and this twisted web I was spinning was still holding, but I felt at any moment it would all come crumbling down on me. I had begun being supportive of my husband and my daughter’s overwhelmingly overdue need for discipline.

I had begun with the best of intentions.

Yet, now I had so many doubts that even that had been true – maybe this had been selfish on my part in some way. I’d started to think that subconsciously I had wanted her to experience some of the things I had in training, because I felt my submission had taught me grace and strength; and yet at the same time I had often used the discipline just to take out my frustrations on her for putting me into the position of being a dominatrix.

I had done some things like sucking a stranger’s dick because I was lonely and a little tipsy as well. Mr. Hogarth had reminded me of Tom in some way, but I had begun to wonder if there was more to it than just a momentary weakness of the flesh and desire on my part.

I played over and over in my head the snowball that was this week and all of the things I had done wrong or could have done better. I tried not to leave out any details and updated my journal, laying out every detail bare and honestly. I didn’t initially embrace or accept the guilt for most of these things.

I went through the five stages of grieving process – arguing with myself that there had been justifications and mitigating circumstances. Those things had just gotten out of control in the past week and escalated.

I had introduced ALL of my daughters to drinking cum, and invited the neighbor as well as my sons to jerk off – let my daughter do it for them – and I told myself that since I didn’t start out with that intention, somehow the fact I let things get this far was not my fault.

I also bargained with myself that I could rein things in and make everyone behave before Tom came back. I realized that I left my sons in charge of my daughter to discipline her at school, and when she got home I was going to probably spank her – a part of me really wanted to.

I told myself that those things would be okay as long as I dealt with the more shameful secrets, like cheating on Tom with Mr. Hogarth. He wasn’t a random stranger at the supermarket after all – he was not only an administrator at their school, he was the guy who was marrying the neighbor’s daughter, and I knew I was going to run dangerously close to discovery.

I still hadn’t decided what I’d be doing this evening. I needed to go to the Olive Garden to meet that security guard or else he wouldn’t keep my secret, and I was supposed to bring Mr. Goldman with me. I wasn’t even sure if his sister would let him go now, and I felt strangely responsible for that entire situation next door now as well.

It was to the point where I couldn’t keep track of all of my secrets, and I felt things were coming to a head where I was going to eventually explode.

I think the other stages of grieving involve acceptance, and I wasn’t quite there yet. I accepted that it was my fault I was in this situation, but I hadn’t actually accepted what the consequences of any of this were going to be yet. I didn’t want to think about it.

I was having my doubts about my actions and thinking that Taylor didn’t really deserve the discipline she was getting at this level any longer. I’d been angry with her glancing furtively at boys around school and shirking her duties, but I began to think I had thrust her into a very advanced form of domestic discipline and that I’d need to back away from some of the rules when they got home.

I was naked upstairs, playing with myself without permission, when I heard the sliding glass door downstairs and checked the time. The boys were right on time with Taylor, and so I wiped myself off, cleaned my dildo with my mouth, and threw on a housecoat to see what was going on.

I was surprised to see not only my daughter naked and squatting in the backyard by the tree, with her brothers standing over her, but Mr. Goldman, Rachel and her son watching as well.

“Your daughter’s so lovely,” Rachel said, and informed me there was a future for her in adult acting if she wanted it. “She could probably even do legitimate acting as well!” she said, reminding of Fran Drescher’s character ‘The Nanny’ with her accent. “She’d probably need to get creative about her birth certificate, but I don’t think anyone would look deeply into that if she wanted a job.”

“Why, thank you,” I replied, trying not to seem offended as I realized she’d just suggested my daughter would do well in porn. I suppose that given the fact she was squatting with her pussy wide open and exposed to the neighbors and her brother like a ripe passion fruit, all sticky and juicy, that wasn’t really that far out of the question.

“Is that a butt-plug in your ass?” Rachel looked impressed as she assessed my daughter’s body.

“Yes, Ma’am, its name is Strawberry Sprinkles,” Taylor admitted with what looked like pride.

“You wear it all the time? Or just when you’re jerking off guys?” Rachel didn’t seem offended or even remotely shocked to be asking this question.

“Almost all of the time, Ma’am,” Taylor admitted, less proud but still honest.

“It doesn’t hurt?” Rachel crinkled her perfectly turned-up nose as she asked the question.

“It is uncomfortable, Ma’am,” Taylor admitted, and explained that she was learning that submission wasn’t about her pleasure but for the pleasure of others – and she was learning to be humbled about the pain in the ass she was before this began.

“I’m learning so much from you.” Rachel regarded me as if I were a genius, and looked over at her son and Mr. Goldman and told them that they’ll be wearing one soon enough.

“How are you doing, Mr. Goldman?” I greeted her brother who was standing one pace behind her, looking straight ahead and not at my daughter’s pussy – which was uncharacteristic for the perverted little nebbish.

“Oh, he doesn’t speak unless he gets permission,” Rachel answered for her brother, saying that he and her son had had several attitude checks today, and that the two of them would be good boys from now on.

“Isn’t that right, sweet cheeks?” She pinched her brother’s bottom and Mr. Goldman obediently answered his sister.

“Yes, Mistress, it is, and we appreciate it,” Mort promised. He had a naturally weasel-like quality to him, so his being obsequious to his sister only seemed natural now.

She was his fraternal twin, and other than red hair the two of them were physically quite different. She was almost a giantess with long hair, toned, and confident in her stance, and he was a little wimp of a man who slouched as he shuffled around lazily.

It was clear from talking to them that at one time Mort had held the upper hand when Rachel needed money, and he had lorded his assistance over her, but now he seemed quite eager to please his voluptuous sister.

“I don’t care if you do or don’t appreciate it,” she said, rolling her eyes at him as if he were a big disappointment. “You weren’t asked what you appreciate. Now what about you, pup?” she prodded her son.

“Yes, Mistress Rachel,” her son Sol answered obediently.

“Do you want to look at this pretty girl’s pussy?” She delicately placed a well-manicured finger under his chin as she complimented my daughter’s body.

“Yes, Mistress Rachel,” Sol answered his mother passively.

“You dirty little cum-stain.” Rachel smirked at him but didn’t give him permission. She informed me she saw my kids walking up after the guys unloaded her new car and Donny and Scotty invited them to come to the backyard. “I thought I’d let the two of them dump off a load of cum if you wanted?”

I saw an anticipatory smile spread across her brother and son’s faces, but they tried to keep her from noticing.

“I know you two pervs want to jack off,” she told them with a plain acceptance. “You were good today. You bought me a car, and didn’t cheap out on any of the shopping I wanted to do. I can be generous when the mood strikes.” The red-haired goddess flipped her hair out of her face.

“You know we leased the car though, right, Mistress Rachel?” Mort felt the need to clarify.

She grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze like it was the last lemon available for her tea, and told him that she could easily change her mind.

I was still quite surprised she’d whipped them into shape so quickly. I knew Mort was weak-willed, but he had taken almost too well to his new arrangement.

“It’s quite a funny story,” Rachel told me, saying that after a visit with her personal trainer Tyrone, the boys were more than willing to agree to her demands. “Tyrone spent some time in prison and his roommate was an accountant, so he likes Jewish guys. Go figure? Anyway, I gave them the choice they could stay with Tyrone or me, and they chose me! So far, any regrets?” she asked, and when they both confirmed they agreed, she told them this was really for the best.

“You’ve always needed a strong female in your life, so I’ll be your baleboste. You two need control and discipline, and I’ve this lovely lady to thank for the idea.” She gave me a hug and pressed her hard nipples against my chest firmly. It actually turned me on immensely, and I think her as well.

“Well, actually I need to ask a favor,” I said, clearing my throat. The boys were making Taylor piss and shit on the ground in front of us and were teasing her, so they weren’t listening, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

“Anything, just name it!” Rachel giggled as she walked by Taylor pissing on the ground.

“I’ve got to borrow Mort tonight for a little while?” I asked sheepishly.

“Mom? No!” Donny overheard me and protested. I wasn’t sure what he knew, but I was stopped cold in my tracks. He explained that Hope Miller would be coming over in less than an hour and he wanted nothing ‘weird’ to happen.

I smiled – it was nothing like that. “I just need his help with something later tonight. I promise I’ll make it as normal as we can be around your girlfriend!” I teased him.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Donny looked at the ground with that telltale look that he wanted his mother to stop teasing him.

“I was actually going to have sweet cheeks here kneel in front of his wife Maureen and pledge his obedience to us both tonight.” Rachel could see Mort’s look of apprehension bordering on objection. “That, or I could show her all the movies I made of him and Tyrone and then he could start working on his divorce and still serve me when she kicks him out of the old house. I suppose I could let Morty make the choice?” She waited for her brother to protest, and when he didn’t say anything she took his silence as acceptance.

“You should see my brother Morty,” Rachel said, placing her hand to her chest as she chuckled at him while describing the videos she’d made today to me. “I had him re-enact some of my best gang bang scenes, and he knew all the dialogue by heart. I was so flattered my movies were so impactful to my brother that he was willing to recreate the scenes for my amusement. You should’ve seen him dressed up like a cheerleader. What was that movie again?”

“Cheerleaders Do Anal with BBC Seven, Mistress?” Mort answered his sister’s question wistfully – wishing she wasn’t giving out the details of his humiliations.

I wasn’t sure what to say. The mental image of Mr. Goldman’s curly receding red hair with spectacles dressed in a skimpy cheerleader costume while he sucked black cock was kind of funny, though – my sons laughed.

“It’s only fair, Morty.” She explained that since he’d seen all her movies, now it was her turn to watch his. “You’ll go back tomorrow and film Cheerleaders Do Anal with Big Black Cock Eight if I tell you to.”

“You weren’t in Eight, Ma’am,” Mort corrected Rachel with a respectful tone.

“You’ll suck a fart out of my ass if I tell you to without question from now on. You belong to me,” she reminded him, saying that he had no choice in the matter. “And if I tell you that you’ll star in the eighth film, then what will you do, Morty?”

“Do it, Ma’am,” Mr. Goldman agreed, submitting to her demands without protest or hesitation.

“Good boy,” she said, petting her brother on the top of his head and looking into his eyes. “You can help Mrs. Swift with whatever she needs tonight, and then you’re to report home. You’ll undress in the backyard and squat like this young lady here and wait until I bring Maureen out. You’re going to agree with whatever we say from now on – is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Rachel. Do I address Mrs. Swift as my ‘Mistress’ as well?” Mort asked obediently and almost enthusiastically.

“I don’t see why not.” Rachel said that I’d introduced her to the concept of disciplining naughty little perverts and that I certainly earned the title.

Great, now I was my neighbor’s mistress as well as my daughter’s, I thought to myself.

“May I address my brothers as Master as well, Mistress?” Taylor asked from the ground while looking up. I had barely paid attention to her. She was playing with her brothers’ cocks while squatting, and she’d been trying to get my attention while I considered Mr. Goldman’s new fate.

“Master? Your father is YOUR Master.” I was shocked and wondered where this was coming from. I was initially angry she spoke without first being spoken to or getting permission. Donny and Scotty had apparently told her to ask me as soon as she could, so I excused her talking out of turn without a further thought.

“At school and when I’m babysitting they’re in charge just like you are, and they’ve taught me a lot today; disciplined me and kept me in line,” she admitted pleadingly, before adding that they were teaching her so much that she just wanted to demonstrate her obedience to them. “I don’t want them to think I’ll run over them or ignore their wishes just because I used to do that all the time before I began discipline, Mistress.”

I looked at Donny and Scotty to decide if this was true, and they both looked pleased with their sister’s sudden outpouring of respect for them.

I have to say – I wanted them to get along for years and now that they were it was surreal. It made it much easier to accept that we had to go to such extreme measures to bring them together, but I couldn’t argue with Tom’s results.

“I think ‘Sir’ was working just fine,” I decided – unsure of where the sudden request was coming from.

“’Sir’ is what she calls all men, even guests to the house, and since Donny and I have responsibility for her we thought it made sense to give us due credit to the rank,” Scotty explained.

“Your father studied for years to earn that title,” I reminded him.

“How long did you study to earn yours?” Scotty would have sounded like a smartass if he wasn’t exactly right.

“I didn’t really earn my title, and this past week has been a wild ride that’s gone off the tracks. And now I’m paying the price for it,” I told him plainly.

“What do you mean?” Donny looked confused and so did everybody else. “You’ve done an outstanding job setting the rules. I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to ask for a title I don’t deserve yet, and I’m willing to earn it. However, you’re going to have a hard time telling me you haven’t set a great example for us both on how to take our responsibilities seriously.”

I didn’t want to argue with them, and frankly I could see they were about to explode all over the place. I didn’t want to deflate their manhood while their sister jerked them off. I agreed to consider it if they explained it further, as it seemed to excite them.

Donny and Scotty quickly went over how they ruled over their sister today and she volunteered to help pick up cigarette butts outside. That definitely didn’t sound like the old Taylor, or even the rotten girl I saw giving people dirty looks in the quad this afternoon.

“Yes, Mistress, it was my idea that I start referring to them as Master Donny and Master Scotty because they put me in my place at school and made me behave myself,” my daughter said, accepting blame for asking for the title of ‘Master’ before they’d earned it.

Donny and Scotty assured me that they would acquiesce to their father’s and my authority, and that they’d like to offer new rules for my consideration that they would put on the fridge for Taylor to follow when she’s babysitting or at school.

“Hey, it’s my first day as a Mistress, and I think I’m doing a fucking fantastic job,” Rachel said, then told the Mort and Sol to drop their pants. “Let’s see your little schmeckles!” She teased them that it wasn’t anything we hadn’t seen before, and we were certainly not going to be impressed with the size of their penises.

I told the boys that they could consider themselves her “Trainers” for lack of a better term until I had a chance to talk to Tom. I almost called him ‘Master’ myself. “I want you to put together your PROPOSED rules and I’ll read them tonight.” I put the onus on them to step up to the plate and take her reins.

To be quite honest, I also didn’t want to make any more decisions because I didn’t want to make any more massive mistakes, but no one questioned my conditions. “If your father thinks you did a good job, then I’ll support that decision.”

Donny, Scotty and Taylor all actually seemed elated. I asked where her dildo was and why it wasn’t in her mouth, and Scotty quickly shoved it into Taylor’s mouth.

I looked at them sheepishly. I wasn’t going to demand they keep it in her mouth when it was out of her ass, but that was the entire point. “You’re going to direct your sister to jerk off our neighbors before you as a courtesy so Mistress Rachel and Solomon can go, and then you’re going feed your sister and watch her shave. I’ll teach you to give her an enema, and by then Mr. Vulgus will be here to pick you two up.”

I laid out the plan, and Rachel said that her ‘boys’ could jerk themselves off. “They’ve had years of practice. I don’t want them getting lazy,” she smirked.

“Nonsense, you’re a guest in my home,” I laughed, and told her that it was no problem at all. It was fun to talk like that with Rachel because she made it seem like we were talking about something as trivial as borrowing a cup of sugar instead of whose cock would be pulled off first and how.

“You be a good boy for her tonight.” Rachel insisted Mr. Goldman obey me for being such a considerate host, and Taylor scooted forward to start playing with their dicks.

“Can she clean up the drek on the lawn before she handles me, Mistress Swift?” Solomon asked sheepishly.

“You’re lucky a girl is touching you, pup,” Rachel said, grabbing her son’s bare cock by wrapping her hand around his balls and squishing them in the cup of her hand.

Taylor picked up her own shit with one hand and ran into the house to flush it when Donny told her to clean up her mess and get right back out here. “Yes, Master, I mean uh…oh, I mean Trainer Donny”.

“I like that, ‘Trainer Donny’.” Donny patted her on the butt as the naked teenager hustled into the living room and left us out there with the Goldmans.

“So, you guys are slaves?” Scotty asked awkwardly to the silent Goldman males.

“They don’t talk without permission,” Rachel explained, and then said that she hadn’t decided what they were. “They’re more like pets right now, I think. Cute little pets to decorate and enhance the quality of my life.”

“That’s kind of like my sister.” Scotty was just now really getting a good look at Rachel and noticing how devastatingly drop-dead gorgeous the tall Jewish woman was. She was wearing a skin-tight blouse that accentuated and lifted her bosom, and a very short skirt with high heels that made her calf muscles really noticeable.

Rachel considered my youngest son’s words. I could picture her looking at some awkward young man trying to hit on her in an elegant cocktail bar with the same kind of condescending “That is so cute, you are trying” look on her face.

“I haven’t decided yet what I want to do with them. Do you want to be my slave, pup?” Rachel asked her son quite honestly with a slight tone of menace in her voice.

“No, Mistress – I’d like to be a trainer like them,” Solomon answered.

“It’s Mistress Rachel in the presence of another Mistress,” Rachel was still clutching his cock and gave him a hard squeeze. “You aren’t responsible like Mistress Swift’s sons. They’re obviously able to handle themselves and be trustworthy. I COULD drop you off with Tyrone. You’ll enjoy being his maidservant, if you prefer. I could find a few cute skirts for you to wear and see if you change your mind?”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you Mom?” When Rachel squeezed her tubby son’s dick this time, he let out a cry and shifted and quickly corrected himself to call her Mistress Rachel.

“I’m not just holding your cock in my hand because I enjoy it. Your schmeckle is a little handle to control you with, and I can see you still need to learn to respect me. You were good all day at the mall addressing me, and now you come here and want to act like the tough guy like you do when you sit around on video games all day talking smack to your buddies on those online games. It may be my first day in charge, but we won’t start any nasty habits that we have to undo by you not taking me seriously. I think by now you know me well enough to know I would pack you a little bag of panties and bras and drop you off in the middle of the night in the hood with a map TO Tyrone’s house – and you’d be begging to stay with him after the neighborhood got done chasing your pale little ass.”

“Yes, Mistress Rachel,” Sol answered his mother more respectfully in agreement, while Donny and Scotty chuckled.

“You’re going to learn to behave, but it won’t be all work and no play. I’ll reward you too.” It looked like she was massaging his cock a little after having given it a squeeze. “You watched all of my movies with your uncle. You’ve been masturbating in my panties and shoes for years and thinking I didn’t notice. You’ve been back-talking and stealing from my purse and undermining my authority. I think I should be hard on you, but I assure you it won’t be as hard as Tyrone could be. So are we clear, my pup, that you do what I tell you and you follow orders?”

“Do I have to squat and pup on the ground like her, Mistress Rachel?” Sol asked his mother, seeking clarification on her rules.

I noticed right away that I had thought she’d been calling him ‘pup’ as in ‘puppy’, but that in the context he used the word it meant poo-poo to them.

“That is, frankly, quite disgusting.” Rachel looked at me and offered a ‘no offense intended’ expression. “However, you also know I starred in several movies where men pissed all over me, and they paid me fairly well for it, so I know it takes all kinds.” She looked at me as if to imply we were one of the ‘all kinds’ she was referring to.

Taylor came running back out into the yard naked with her hands clean and still dripping-wet from washing them.

“I like what they’re doing by setting expectations and writing down the rules. I’ll take you out for a drive in my new car and we’ll discuss our new arrangement and the rules; and then later, after your uncle and you tell your aunt what bad boys you’ve been and how much you want to make it up to her, then she and I will help you write down rules of your own to post on our fridge.”

Donny observed that clarification would make it so they could achieve their goals because they’re clearly defined, and they’ll know what’s expected and what isn’t without having to doubt.

“Thank you.” Rachel looked down upon my eldest son just like my youngest because he was stating what was clearly obvious. She relinquished her grip on her son’s cock to my daughter, and Taylor squatted back into position to give them hand-jobs.

At the same time, I heard the gate swing open to the backyard and Janie walked in. She was still wearing her powder-blue Alice-in-Wonderland Halloween costume she’d gone to school in, with the saddle shoes. I wasn’t really shocked by that, but when she turned the corner with a black boy her own age that I’d never seen before, I nearly freaked out.

My eldest daughter was naked, and my sons and neighbors had their cocks out.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding when you said she’d be here like this,” he smiled approvingly at my youngest daughter while nodding his head in appreciation. Janie had a proud look on her face that she had been validated.

I was furious with her for bringing someone over without my permission. I had no idea what this boy may say or do and what he may tell his parents or anyone else, for that matter.

I think Janie could tell from the look on my face that I didn’t approve, so she quickly offered an explanation. “You said you’d give ‘the big speech’ if any of our friends come over, and Daddy says that if we have to hide what we’re doing then we’re obviously doing something wrong,” she reminded me. Janie could look so innocent, and yet sometimes I think that was all part of her plan to get out of trouble for getting into mischief.

“We did say that, but I’d still appreciate you asking permission first before ANY of you bring over friends in the future.” I confirmed with the kids they understood before welcoming Janie’s friend.

“Hey, Mom, pleased to meet you.” The friendly boy took the liberty of addressing me as ‘Mom’ and introduced himself as Jamal. “I didn’t believe Janie when she told me her sister was being trained as the house pet, and I double-dog dared her to show me!”

“He double-dogged dared me!” Janie repeated, as if the weight of such a dare indicated how important it was she accept the dare.

I was about to lecture Janie on not accepting “double-dog dares” because it could be a good way for a boy to convince a naïve young girl to do or show him some things he shouldn’t see, until I realized I may just be arming Jamal with an idea he’d yet to consider.

“So this is Fart Face?” Jamal interrupted, and examined my daughter while she dutifully remained in the squatting position with two dicks in her hand. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue up at her brothers teasingly. I was sure as hungrily as she pleaded for them to cum, she wouldn’t mind swallowing their cum directly out of their dicks if they weren’t related.

“Yep, just like I told you,” Janie was very proud of her sister in this position. “Mom, you normally give ‘the big speech’ when Donny and Scotty’s friends come over, but can I do it this time, please?”

I had almost forgotten about ‘the big speech.’ I hadn’t done that in almost a week, since her brothers didn’t have that many close friends. I had given those speeches all last weekend.

I felt uncomfortable for some reason letting her explain it to Jamal, but as I’d forgotten a lot of what my husband had laid out for me in the outline of ‘the big speech.’ I answered, “You’ve clearly already talked about your sister at school, which we need to have a discussion about later. I just had to come to Fart Face’s school today to talk to the counsellor. I don’t want to come to yours, but since you told our guest already about her I suppose you should finish by giving ‘the big speech.’”

“Oh, thank you, Mommy!” Janie clapped her hands with glee that she had the honor of giving the speech. Janie explained that she was my helper at home and told Jamal he needed to listen to have a complete understanding so that he didn’t get the wrong impression about her sister. “We aren’t doing this to be mean to her or to abuse her,” she explained, saying that it was for her own good.

It quickly came back to me as she went over each point with Jamal that there’d been an outline. I’d fallen out of practice, and I was surprised my youngest daughter had retained all of this, given that she tended to be a little scatterbrained at times.

“She’s in discipline as the family pet because her behavior as Taylor was unacceptable. She’s not permitted to use that name any longer, and we now call her ‘Fart Face’,” Janie explained.

“Fucking right on,” Jamal nodded, as he watched Taylor jerk off her brothers.

“I made that name up! Because she farted right in people’s face sometimes at dinner, and she also used to call ME that,” Janie said with pride.

“I am sorry, Ma’am.” Taylor was listening and apologized to her younger sister – something she’d never done, until she was in discipline, to anyone unless she wanted something from them.

“Shush, Fart Face!” Janie explained that Taylor had to do what she was told and could only speak when spoken to. “I’m just telling him what you’ve done in the past and why you need discipline.”

“You told me at school,” Jamal said, recounting very quickly how Taylor would be rude and selfish.

“You’re messing up ‘the big speech.’” Janie almost started over, but I prodded her to continue. “My father, her Master, has a value system that values respect, humility, patience and honesty, and he couldn’t continue to tolerate her behavior in his house without drastic measures to set things right,” Janie explained.

The Goldmans were also listening intently to Janie as she explained what they’d see in our house if they come over. “If my sister misbehaves out in the open, then she’s punished out in the open. If we have to hide something from others, then we know it wasn’t right in the first place. We’re explaining this to you because as a guest in our house, you have to understand that my sister’s being taught an important lesson, and your presence here is actually helping her learn it.”

“Why? She like black boys?” Jamal stuck out his lips with a confident swagger.

“You better behave!” Janie giggled and slapped him on the shoulder. “She’s learning to be respectful, and she must treat you at all times as her better.”

“She look like she jerking on those dicks,” Jamal had been talking very politely, but now in jest he reminded me of a black comedian trying to get a laugh.

“She drinks the cum after she jerks them off because it’s supposed to keep her calm. There’s something in it that seems to affect her hormones,” Janie said, to try to explain the science behind why we consumed semen.

“I’ve been told it’s good for the skin,” Rachel smirked, and added wryly, “…but I thought that was just because the guy wanted to spooge all over my face.”

“Can Jamal have a turn after everybody else?” Janie asked me.

I really felt uncomfortable due to his age, although given he seemed mature, and he was clearly watching Donny and Scotty get their rocks off, I couldn’t very well say no.

Donny popped his cork all over his sister’s nose, and I swear she opened her mouth and sucked it off her nostril with a slurp, as if it were delicious.

“Should I go get the almond milk container so we can have it later?” Janie asked me dutifully.

“Uh, I think your sister is going to finish it all out here.” I nodded that it was fine if she finished her big speech.

“Okay, you’re up, Solly, but don’t take too long my little Schmeckle. No one wants to see your flabby tuchus.” Rachel made the pudgy boy take off his pants completely. He looked like he’d never been touched voluntarily by a girl before, and should be ecstatic, but he was visibly nervous.

“Don’t worry,” his mother assured him, saying it would be just like all the times he pulled himself off in the past, only this time he just has to stand there like a bump on a log. “You know how to stand there like a bump on a log holding your little pickle out, don’t you?” she giggled at the size of his member and how awkward her son was being.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Solomon looked down at Taylor while she held his small penis lovingly between her fingers, as if she were a goddess offering him salvation and healing, utterly in awe of the older teen girl.

“She cold,” Jamal observed with respect in his voice for Rachel. Rachel didn’t seem the least bit sympathetic towards her son’s humiliation or even remotely empathetic. In fact, she probably regarded it as a treat for him since a girl was touching him and that was a lot more positive attention than he would have had otherwise.

“You look familiar.” Rachel asked if Jamal knew someone named Tyrone without addressing his observations about her at all.

“Shit, bitch.” Jamal looked disappointed. “All black people know someone name Tyrone, or they IS Tyrone.”

Rachel laughed and nodded at his wit and the truth of what he was saying while ignoring her son’s obvious delight at being jerked off by a neighbor girl.

Janie puffed out her lip, looking slightly jealous that Jamal was paying more attention to the imposing form of Mrs. Goldman. “You want to hear ‘the big speech’ or not?” she asked Jamal more to shift his focus back to her than to actually dispel any curiosity he may have on our peculiar family practices.

Jamal hadn’t seemed all that confused or even curious about her sister when he arrived – no doubt in part to the fact Janie had clearly bragged about it to him beforehand.

When Jamal nodded, she told him about Strawberry Sprinkles, explaining that it’s given a name so that she learns to treat it like a person and care for it. “It isn’t just an object to her. She learns from Strawberry Sprinkles and loves it, don’t you, Fart Face?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Taylor answered her sister. I sensed she was repressing the urge to be patronizing and make a lemony face as she was helpless to do anything but go along with her sister’s explanation.

“How far that thing goes up her ass?” Jamal stood behind Taylor admiring her ass. “It’s pretty thick for a white girl,” he said.

Janie seemed a little jealous at the positive attention her sister was getting. I smiled, surmising that Janie probably had a crush on Jamal. “Take Strawberry Sprinkles out of your butt and clean it,” Janie instructed, with a sigh that implied she was bored.

I was positive she was acting like this was quite routine to impress her friend from school.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Taylor removed her hand from Solomon’s cock and left her hand stroking Donny’s python of a dick to pull the plug out of her ass. It made a plooping sound as it emerged, and without hesitation she stuck it in her mouth.

“Holy shit, I wish my sister had to do anything I say. I’d tell that nasty bitch to eat a dick all day long!” Jamal chuckled.

Janie pushed the tip of Strawberry Sprinkles down her sister’s throat forcefully enough to gag her with it. I was going to put a stop to it because I was worried that Taylor may choke if her sister cut off the airway but Taylor swallowed, gasped, sputtered and took the full length down her throat with the expertise of someone who had been giving blowjobs for years.

I should know – because it took me years to get that good!

“We have to be forceful with her or she’ll get lazy and misbehave or half-ass things,” Janie explained, as if this were all part of the lesson and smiling like a mischievous anime’ cat as she danced around her sister playfully.

Surprisingly her sister nodded up and down that she agreed completely – her blue eyes starting to tear up slightly from the force of the purple dildo in her throat.

“My sister was uppity and prideful, and now she’s been reduced to a family pet and slut simply by taking away the things she took for granted like her clothing and choices. She needed this much sooner, but my father thought he was being generous by allowing it to continue. It’s only made things harder for Fart Face because now she realizes she needs this discipline more than ever and has begged us to treat her this way, even when we have company, didn’t you?” Janie asked condescendingly.

Taylor nodded in agreement with her.

“Naturally, since she asked for this treatment, we run the risk that she’s actually getting off on it.” Janie quickly explained that her sister was kept naked so that she couldn’t keep secrets from the rest of us about her physical reactions to this discipline. “We’re allowed at any time to tweak her nipples or feel her clit,” Janie reached between her sister’s legs and squeezed hard with her thumb and finger.

Taylor endured it with a grunt and a sigh.

“The trick is that she shouldn’t like what you’re doing, and if she does then you need to correct that right away so that you aren’t just feeding the negative behavior.” My youngest daughter sounded just like Tom in the matter-of-fact way he explained things, as if he were simply reading from a textbook on the way life works.

“Don’t that hurt?” Jamal asked Janie instead of Taylor – who was the one who endured it.

“If it didn’t hurt it wouldn’t be effective at controlling her whims and moods and correcting them. She’d just ignore it like she has everything and everyone else until now,” Janie said unsympathetically.

I was quite surprised – Janie was the kind of sensitive girl who cried during the movie Shrek when she thought Fiona was going to remain an ogre. I don’t think she was unsympathetic at all towards her sister; the way she spoke about Taylor sounded like she was very proud she was taking her medicine now, and looked forward to the outcome of a better Taylor in the end.

I have to admit it – I was too.

Taylor nodded her head up and down in agreement vigorously as drool pooled at the sides of her mouth from the dildo.

“You don’t seem very surprised by this,” Rachel observed. I thought the same thing about her – but considering she worked in porn, and from the titles of some of her movies this scene may have actually been quite tame for her.

“White people don’t never surprise me,” Jamal chuckled, and then said that he had an Aunt Doris who works at a motel on Martin Luther King Jr. I noticed he said “works” and that implied she was a prostitute, but I wasn’t sure if anyone else picked up on it.

“She don’t make rent by the end of the month,” Jamal explained “my uncle ties her ass up out behind the motel and leave her there overnight. “

“What does that do?” Janie asked innocently.

“Bitch don’t not make rent any more after that,” Jamal chuckled. He explained that while he had never seen her, his cousins Tiontay and Dante told him all about it. “She used to mouth off and rip off my uncle, and after he put the hammer down on her she don’t mouth off no more.”

“That’s basically what happened here,” Janie explained, while rubbing her finger under her sister’s chin lovingly. Janie said that Taylor had treated everyone rudely and laughed at their misery, and now she has a new appreciation for the loss of her privileges and for other people’s pain.

“I don’t know about that,” Jamal replied. He explained that his Aunt Doris used to bitch, complain and eat all the chicken at the family barbecues, but the last few times he saw her she was well-behaved.

“What changed?” I was surprised that Donny was even paying attention, considering he was getting an expert hand-job.

“I think some white women came to the motel and started working,” Jamal said, explaining they were rich bitches who’d fallen on hard times. “Think they was a mother and a daughter or else they said they was – anyway, the husband used to tie them out back and whip they asses, and so my uncle saw it and started running Doris the same way. She makes more money and is hassle-free – win-win for everyone. She even thanks him when he takes her down in the morning and says she’s ready to start earning.”

“She’s a prostitute?” Solomon was getting his tiny cock pulled hard and it finally dawned on him what the story was about.

“No, she ain't no prostitute, son,” Jamal teased the Jewish boy. “She a ho!”

Solomon grabbed my daughter’s dark hair by the ponytail and came all over her face, wagging his penis in her face and slapping her across the nose with it.

“Oh, look at what you did,” Rachel kvetched and reached for a Kleenex in her purse, apologetic that her son came all over Taylor’s face.

“It’s okay.” Janie held up her hand to let Rachel know it wasn’t offensive and even ran her finger along her sister’s face in order to lick the boy’s hot cum.

I was shocked and I probably should have put an end to things right then. Janie hadn’t been squeamish about the fact she’d been drinking semen, but it felt wrong that she’d do it in front of one of her friends from school right off her sister’s face.

“God-damn,” Jamal told her to do that again, quite impressed with her.

Janie grinned and shook her head no. “You aren’t the boss of me!”

I decided it was innocent enough, given the circumstances, and probably better if I said nothing at all. Janie had put a stop to it on her own, and I didn’t want to glamorize how cool it was to be a cum-gobbling slut to her any more than it already was.

“I am the boss of my sister, though, and you can make her lick it off if you want.” Janie pulled Strawberry Sprinkles out of her sister’s mouth, letting some of her sister’s spit drip off of it, and smeared a little cum off of her face onto the dildo before making her sister lick it back off.

“Me next please, Mistress Rachel?” Mort begged meekly for a turn with my daughter to provide a hand-job.

“Are you a boob man or a butt man, Morty?” Rachel ignored his request and made him answer the question.

“I like tits and ass both equally, Mistress Rachel,” Mort answered his sister, obediently waiting for the invitation to remove his pants.

“I don’t see why I should let you cum at all,” she chided him, and told him that we didn’t let Fart Face cum.

“That’s not true,” Janie told her, explaining that if Taylor was really well-behaved, we would let her have release in front of us when she was a very good girl – never in secret.

“This isn’t being a good girl yet?” Rachel was impressed with my daughter’s responses. “I was just curious to see if you whacked it to Mrs. Swift’s big boobs harder or if you whacked it to her daughter’s ass more?”

I wasn’t sure if Rachel had picked up on the creepy way Mort stared at Janie because she didn’t say whether she meant her or Taylor when she compared us.

“Do you mind popping your top so I can find out whether Mort is a boob man or a butt man?” Rachel said without a trace of discretion over talking about me topless. I started to turn red – I didn’t want my kids to know I was outside every day showing him my tits and anything else he wanted to see while they were at school.

“Oh, well, considering we have company…” I offered awkwardly, using Jamal’s presence to side-step her question as an excuse not to bare my chest.

“Oh pish-tosh,” Rachel dismissed any concerns I may have had about “Jamal’s virgin eyes,” pointing out that my daughter was naked and he just watched her jerk off three guys in a row. “It’s nothing they can’t see on the Internet with a cell phone and Google. And hell, my boys have seen every single one of my movies a number of times,” Rachel said, teasing them.

“You can pull your pants up, Solly.” Rachel smacked her chubby son on his bare bottom and told him to pull up his pants, and then told her brother to take his off. “Fine,” Rachel pulled one ribbon on her blouse and let her massive bosoms fall out, adding that she wasn’t shy. “I want to do a little science experiment – can you turn around and spread your ass-cheeks for Mort?” Rachel asked Taylor.

Taylor looked up at me – dildo still in her mouth.

“Do as you’re told,” I ordered her sullenly, and watched as Rachel directed Mort to jerk himself off while staring at my daughter’s naked white ass or her bronzed, perfect tits.

“You can beat off Jamal,” Rachel said, offering Taylor’s hands graciously to the last boy who hadn’t cum yet while insisting Mort pull himself off.

“It is okay if he spooges on her tuchus?” Rachel asked me over her shoulder.

I nodded back that it would be fine, although the experiment had already begun anyway so Rachel’s question was more of a courtesy.

I watched as Mort started tugging his dick and trying hard to stare at my daughter’s cute butt and wet pussy, but he couldn’t prevent himself from peeking at his sister’s big jugs.

“It’s okay, Morty,” Rachel told him, adding that she had fabulous tits and lots of guys had spanked the monkey to them. “They should, for as much as they cost!”

I was surprised to notice that both Donny and Scotty were getting hard again while looking at the grown woman’s buoyant tits bouncing triumphantly in front of her with a perfectly synchronized little jiggle.

Jamal had come around to Taylor’s front side, and while he had a respectful black cock, it wasn’t anywhere as large as I thought it may be. I noticed his balls were ashy and told Taylor to spit on her hand. “He’s dry – give him a little help.”

“Yeah, help a brother out.” Jamal took the offer in stride as perfectly normal, and stood there while my daughter removed her butt plug from her mouth long enough to spit all over her hand and reinserted it.

“You can finger-fuck yourself with one finger for Mr. Goldman’s benefit,” I told Taylor after she began obediently pulling on the black cock in front of her while remaining bent at the waist with her legs apart.

Her bald pussy was glistening wet now – there was no doubt she was enjoying finger-fucking herself.

“Oh wow, he does seem to like that,” Rachel noted, seeing that my daughter had more of Mort’s attention now that she was playing with herself. “Try jamming a thumb up your ass,” Rachel instructed my daughter, and Taylor did as she was told.

Mort groaned and grunted passionately as he watched my daughter’s thumb pop right into her ass.

“Oh, Morty’s definitely a butt man, look at that!” Rachel was delighted she had coaxed a little extra passion out of her brother.

I could tell she was a fiercely competitive woman, and even though she held all the cards and control, I felt she may have actually been jealous of Taylor getting the attention. Rachel turned around and peeled off the short skirt she had on. She hadn’t worn any panties, and no one seemed the least bit surprised that a body built for speed like hers had nothing on underneath that skin-tight skirt.

She bent over into the same position my daughter was in and faced her ass towards Mort. “Which ass you want to spunk on?” she asked as she stood in position, and with her perfectly manicured hand she rubbed her fingernails along the edge of her perfectly shaped pussy – then jammed one thumb into her butt.

“Oh, oh…Oh, God, OY YOY YOY!!” Mort creamed all over his sister’s perfectly tanned, well-rounded bare ass and let it drip all over with a look of total satisfaction.

“I knew you’d pick my ass.” Rachel stood up without a trace of shame for standing naked in front of us in nothing but high heels. “You know when you cum, you eat, right?”

“You want me to eat my own chazerei?” Mort was still panting as he finished his orgasm and held his tiny dick in one hand.

“You want someone else should eat it?” Rachel pointed to her ass and reminded him that she was Mistress Rachel now. “You little nudnik, I could let it dry and you could eat it when I take you to talk to your wife tonight, or you can eat it now. Which will it be?”

“Now, please Mistress Rachel,” Mort offered obediently.

Rachel told him to pull his pants up and turned around to bend over so that he could clean her up.

“Don’t lick on the shmundie,” Rachel warned him – I inferred she meant not to eat any cum that landed on her pussy, because she let Mort go to town on her perfectly pink asshole.

“Uncle Mort!” Solomon protested his uncle’s behavior.

“OH GAY SHLAFEN!” Rachel waved him off and dismissed his outrage.

“Yeah, Gay Shafflen!” I knew Donny and Scotty couldn’t resist saying something about the word ‘gay’, joking while smiling at the debauched scene in front of them.

“You’ve seen enough of my movies to know that men love to eat my back door.” Rachel sounded so seductive and at home with the oral sex she was receiving – while at the same time insisting that Mort just ‘clean her up’ and stop sucking her asshole like it was the last Cheerio in the bowl.

Once Jamal finally orgasmed we made Taylor stop playing with herself, and I could still smell the musky scent of her juicy pussy in the air. I thought Janie may be jealous that her friend came all over her older sister, but she directed Taylor to consume all of his jizz, just like everybody else’s.

“If you want to be in charge of your sister…” I informed Donny, Scotty, and Janie that they needed to walk their sister in the yard, get her shaved, cleaned up and ready for an enema, and that they could punish her before Mr. Vulgus came to take her to babysit.

Rachel got dressed and left with her son but left Mort behind. “I should make you wear that girl’s princess costume,” she teased him, and promised that if he was well-behaved he may get to cum on her ass a second time. “I don’t know when or why – but now that you’re my little bitch these are the pleasures you have to look forward to. Isn’t it groovy?”

“Yes, Mistress Rachel,” Mort answered his sister obediently.

She made him give her all the money in his wallet and left with a quick slap on his butt.

“Can Jamal stay and watch?” Janie asked me.

I noticed Donny imploring me to send him home. He was already anxious that the girl he had invited over tonight would see these decadent things and embarrass him in an extreme way. I knew Donny was hopelessly in lust with Hope Miller, and while I didn’t think he had that much of a chance with her, I also knew how important this was to him.

“You really need to clean Fart Face up and get her attitude checked and ready to serve tonight as a babysitter. Jamal is welcome to come over another day.” I warned her that she was pushing things with my tone.

Janie grabbed her older sister by the neck and read the first line of her collar out loud. “The pet in this collar belongs to the Swift FAMILY!” inferring that Taylor belonged to all of us.

I sighed and said that he needed to leave when Taylor did because her brother was going to have company over. “You’re right – your sister belongs to everyone and you can play with her and invite friends over just like they can, though.”

“So why can’t he stay over?” Janie begged.

“He probably needs to get home for supper,” I offered as an excuse.

“You shitting me? I want to see this crazy bitch eat a hot dog end-first and then choke on it!”

“You obviously told your friends how we feed your sister.” I joked that if she kept talking she may be next. “Your little attitude bursts can be worrisome!” I smacked my youngest playfully on the bottom and decided to go upstairs. I want to say that I was hoping to see if Donny and Scotty would show leadership and take charge of their sister before I decided if I’d let Taylor really belong to the family as the collar said.

If I had to be completely honest, though, I was majorly horny, and after looking at Rachel’s incredible body I just wanted to play with myself until I came hard – and I did. I worked myself into a frothy mess with total abandon in the privacy of my own room – and decadently allowed myself permission to tend to my own sexual desires without thought for anyone else.