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SHERRYS THERAPY-REDUX
by Amanda Serve
PART NINE:
The silence was soon broken, as I received a firm kick in my ass. I
mean to say Bootie, but for this kick it was "In the ass" or so my mom
said. She basically went crazy for about 15 minutes, shouting
obscenities at me on how she raised me and how I turned out, and how I
was a bad influence on Tina (for once no one mentioned Scottie!).
I did not know what to say, all the shouting and anger from her, in
her disapproval had built up, and now she had fallen for the tape.
There was no really denying the tape and saying Dad made me do it, it
looked so obvious that I was not coached and that I could have not
taken it so far.
"AGH little girl if you want to be a whore, if you want to be a slut
I..I I ." she thudded another kick into my crapper and then she
stopped and started crying on my fathers shoulder who was reassuring
her once the outburst had passed that he was going to do his best to
ensure that I was not this way, and that all he had said to her, his
worries were true, but that through tough love and through hard work,
of every member of the family, they could save me."
Save me? From who? Myself? I wondered, but I did not dare get up from
all fours.
Tina finally spoke up, and said "Well, I am not worried about it. If
Sherry has to be naked, we've all seen her that way, and I don't " she
was cut off by my mom who told her that she did not understand the
entire situation yet, and that she should not even have been exposed
this far too it.
That morning my dad let me go out in the yard and doo-doo by myself,
and no one really seemed all that interested in putting new rules up
on the fridge or even what I was going to wear. In fact the rest of
the week did not really go as badly as I had expected.
Instead, they started to warm up to the idea of beads for new rules,
and by Friday I had agreed to the following
(Shown in alphabetical order by Master)
MASTER BOB:
2 beads per class: I had agreed to fill out the permission slips and
naturally Master Daddy signed them. I was to show up every Thursday
evening class and perform as an assistant (after this one).
MASTER DAD:
2 beads: Weekly, will wash the car, and mow the lawn/rake it wearing
only a white tank top, and string bikini bottoms. If anyone stops who
is driving by, I am to offer them my dad's business card and say that
I am for hire.
5 beads: Take a job at Wendy's. This was down on Martin Luther King
Blvd, and all my wages go directly to the family. I must work at least
12 hours per week and responsible to get there by foot after work. Dad
is to know if I work any extra hours and I will receive additional
beads if I work more hours. The first week was very hard and as I was
the only white girl working there, I received a great deal of hazing
from the other workers who called me "rat head" due to my hair getting
more and more ratty. I was allowed to wear nothing under my uniform
and shoes only for work.
3 beads: NO sitting on the furniture in the house, the sweat from my
bootie and my "snail trail" as he called it prevented me from using
furniture for any reason other than on all fours at the coffee table.
MISS SUSAN: (My mom)
5 beads: I was not allowed to call her mom or tell anyone I was her
daughter. I was to say that I was just a foster child.
MASTER SCOTTY:
3 beads: Instead of just table scraps at the end of the meal, Scotty
could prepare a "Snack" for me once per day out of the garbage, of
anything that was not more than 3 days old, was previously edible and
not meat or dried milk.
1 bead: A kitten's collar with a bell was placed around my neck, with
a dog tag that said "Bitch" under it. It was not to be removed during
the entire contest.
1 bead: I would do Master Scotty's homework every day, as well as
cartmans and my new masteresses from school.
2 bead: not only will I now go nude around the house, but I will wear
leather wrist restraints to prevent me from accidentally covering
myself unless given permission. The restraints are attached together
by a length of chain and connect behind my back. I am to ask
permission to wear them before coming in the house under ANY
circumstance even rain.
Lost one bead: Master Scotty offered me a chance to win one bead by
putting four ice cubes in my suzi hole in 2 minutes. I failed.
MISS TINA:
1 bead: I was to watch her favorite shows "Strawberry Shortcakes" for
one hour per day in her room while she put glitter make up on me or
played dress up.
1 bead: As I was not paying attention the first time I watched
"Strawberry Shortcakes" I further agree that Miss Tina can ask 10
questions about it afterwards and if I fail more than half of them I
am to dress like Strawberry Shortcakes in HER Halloween costume that
does not fit and go ask a Master to spank me very hard.
PRIVELEDGES (I spent only a few beads)
1 bead: 1 shampooing of the hair on my head
1 bead: I am now allowed to brush my teeth once per day.
TOTAL BEADS BY SATURDAY MORNING: 23
DAYS REMAINING: EIGHTY-FOUR
As you can see almost all of them had beads to spare to be generous
with, and I was off to a very good start. I was hoping to end this
sooner than the days I had remaining.
I had also started sleeping inside the garage on newspaper. As I
mentioned to you, that night I would end up with newsprint on my body
and my dad would read It in the morning. The Ink rubs off.
The beads were jangling on my leg collar like a pearl necklace the
Saturday Morning of the Garage Sale. I brought everything of mine
downstairs to the garage and noticed that was ALL that was for sale,
with the exception of a few bric-a-brac and photo albums mom had for
sale, and I was told ALL of my stuff was for sale for a nickel each,
regardless of its original value. Whether that be a CD player or a
N-Synch CD.
I would be given one bead per dollar I earned at the garage sale and
that I would be fined if one bead per penny I charged more than the
nickel I was allowed to charge. It was explained that poverty can be
healthy and that the release of my worldly goods would help me to say
good bye to my old ways. I was in tears, as they handed me an old
dusty t-shirt and Scotty released my wrist-straps so that my hands
could be free that morning.
I thought the T-shirt was all I would be allowed to wear, until I
realized Scotty was handing me ALL my old clothes and telling me to
put them on. We finally stopped after the fifth layer of clothes.
"Okay sis, here is your sign" It read "Clothes off my back, Nickel a
piece"
Then he set up shop at the cash register and directed me to stand at
the edge of the car port as a mannequin.
The first people there were early morning bargain hunters who
considered me more of a joke than taking me seriously. They were too
busy buying choice items of mine to pay attention to me. By 7AM a
Haitian woman with about 8 kids started to feel the material on my
clothes. I got nervous, but having been told to stay still, I tried to
comply.
All the kids started to pull on my clothes and laugh when they
realized I would not resist, and their mom shushed them and just
started removing t-shirts and having me step out of long pants and my
shoes so she could hold them up to her daughters to size them. She
acted like it would be a real big decision, but these clothes were
only a nickel a piece, for 75 cents she could own them all, and here
she was picking and choosing and try to even barter with Scottie who
was amused by the predicament.
She ended up taking over 45 minutes to make a decision, having brought
me down to my last t-shirt, the first one Scotty gave me, it said "H.R
Puffenstuff" and had to be from when I was 12 years old. She did not
speak much English, but she managed to ask "Do you have more?"
motioning to panties.
For this day, I had on a small collection of panties, about 4 pair to
be exact and I reluctantly said "Yes, Ma'am".
"Where at?" she said, her children were wandering around by now, the
novelty of pulling on my arms and legs having long since worn off.
Scotty took a break from selling my stuff and came over and lifted my
shirt enough for her to see that the panties were on my body.
"Remove please?" I guess in Haiti its okay for kids to go without
clothes in the front yard and play in the sprinklers and what not, but
this were the suburbs and up to now, I had not had to be totally
bare-ass in the front yard with all the neighbors being able to see if
they look out their window or drive past on a lovely Saturday Morning
of Easter weekend.
I looked at Scottie, who had that look on his face, like "Yes, you are
going to have too". I should have known he would not care what the
neighbors thought about my nudity. "If I do this" I said "Master
Scotty, will I be allowed to go back in when all the clothes are
gone?"
"No Sis, I have an Easter Bunny outfit for you to sell next. Now don't
keep the customer waiting." He said smiling to the Haitian Mother who
stood unsure of what we were saying. I did not know whether to remove
the t-shirt or the panties first, so thinking she could already see
the t-shirt, I slipped off the panties one by one until she had them
all.
She actually sniffed them to check for cleanliness and shrugged. Then
she said "Sixty cents for what I have here?" To Scotty, clearly not
seeing me as a person who could barter the prices of her own clothes.
"ah no, I think I need ninety five cents for all that stuff or I will
have to ask you to put it all back on her."
Seeing her mom was almost done, the kids returned and begin climbing
up my leg and jumping and pulling on me. One of them got up to my
shoulder and starting tugging on the pig tails that were chosen for me
by Miss Tina today (to match her own), before her mother pulled the
little black five year old off of me.
"Seventy?" she offered.
"Seventy five and you can have all" he motioned to the discards she
had carefully set on the ground, that I would have been able to put
back on if she had only chosen NOT to take the deal. Naturally, she
saw a bargain and said "Okay." But added "T-shirt too?" pointing to my
chest.
"Yes, Yes of course, HR Puffenstuff is big in Haiti, right?" Sneered
Scottie, and then as I pulled the shirt over my head revealing my bare
hairless body on the side of my long drive way, with only a small leg
bracelet and my beads and a cats collar around my neck, I was not sure
if the rule still applied that I had to not cover myself, but it felt
right to do so. So I Did.
Her kids BURST into laughter, and saw my total nudity as a chance to
totally jump all over me and start pulling on my new titty piercing
and at my skin all over. Nothing sexual, this was just an all out grab
and tackle kind of thing.
When they were gone, I had grass itch, was laying in the yard naked
and three of my beads had been knocked off in the play and were
clearly in the mouth of her youngest child. I called out to her for
them as she loaded my stuff into her car, but she just smiled and said
"put some clothes on, dear." As she got in the car like this was a
normal day in her family.
Scottie through one of my moms old Halloween costumes at me, it was a
Playboy bunny outfit, with just the upper golden part, heels, bunny
ears, and there was a butt plug with a piece of cotton on it and the
words "Feed Me" attached to it. A hole had been slit in the bottom of
the outfit.
I put it on as quickly as I could, leaving the butt plug for last, as
I had to remove my thermometer to put it in, and I had gotten used to
vaselineing myself every day before school for the ease of removal. At
this stage, I had no idea how many had seen me naked, but I was sure
at least a few people had. More neighbors started to make their way
over to "See what we had for sale". It was mostly older men without
their wives, who just "Happened" to have a few minutes. They looked me
over and went back to their wives before they got in trouble for
staying too long. Obviously the wives minded, but they also wanted the
dirt on their next door neighbor's kid!
By 2 PM there was not much left, even my bed had been sold. I was
allowed to "Hop" into the house, getting an extra bead for my
performance outside today, and with the profits less the three that
were stolen I had earned a grand total of 1 bead.
They let me cry for a little while, all except for my mom who could
not believe I had worn her old bunny costume out there and insisted I
remove it. Scotty was able to convince them for me to keep the "Tail"
and the bunny Ears since it was Easter Weekend, and for playing Easter
Bunny and hiding eggs for Miss Tina I earned another bead (She was
fond of ONLY giving one bead no matter how hard or simple the task).
Later that day, I had to assume the kneeling position and ask for
permission from anyone who will allow me to use the bathroom. The
family had almost made rituals out of the punishments, and there was a
spot in the front room where I would kneel and hope someone would say
yes.
That day when I went out to doo-doo in the backyard, after taking out
the butt plug, Master Rusty followed me and sniffed my booty. Dad was
with me and told me to allow it. I felt uncomfortable, but after I
released my poo on the ground, Master Rusty ate it. Without even a
moments thought, the dog ate it.
"OH my god?" I said, surprised.
"You did not thank your Master for not making you carry it back
inside."
"Thank you Master Rusty" I said, playing along.
"That's not how you thank him. Eat one of his."
"Oh no" I was not going to do that.
Dad punched me as hard as he could on the back and said "You will LOSE
one bead for every time you use the word NO in my presence, is that
understood?" as he reached over and plucked off a bead.
"Yes?" I said.
He did not make me eat the dogs doo, he just marched back in and left
me laying flat on the ground out in the backyard. But he locked the
back door on his way in.
I had no idea if he intended for me to stay out here or what. He had
not yet released my wrist-cuffs so my arms were still bound behind my
back. I had already been seen naked in the front yard, so I decided to
run around the front of the house and the front door was locked too.
I realized they wanted me to stay outside. I ran to the back again,
and began sitting in the middle of the yard, hoping that there were no
ants. There was a swing and of course Rusty's Dog House, but that was
about it and I had already given up my right to sit on furniture IN
the house, not wanting to find out that the swing counted as
furniture, and it was unfinished wood that might be painful to my
bottom anyway in splinters.
That weekend it was explained to me after about an hour would become a
"DOGGY WEEKEND". Basically I was to be a dog until Monday Morning at
4am, when I would be allowed to get ready for school.
I would not get off all fours for any reason, I would not leave the
backyard unless "walked" (which I Was not walked out in public). I
would eat only dog food, and I would respond in only barks. If I
failed I would lose 5 beads, and if I succeed they gave me 2 beads.
My dad came out and took photographs of me laying in the dog house
next to "Master Rusty" and said "How does it feel to be in the dog
house, cunt? I bet you won't ever steal from ME again, or tell me no?"
I could not say no I would not, so I just said "Yes, that's right,
Master" and he smiled and went in to leave me with the crickets as if
he was letting me have a camp out like I used to so many years ago
with Scotty when things were much more innocent than now.