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(MF/ff, D/s, exhib, humil, BDsm)



Domestic Disipline
by Amanda Serve



Part One: How it all began

I remember it because Lindsay Lohan was on the tube, she was crying because all she had to do was spend a few weeks (after negotiations) in a jail cell. Three square meals, visitors, nice clean clothes, compared to what was in store for us, that was cake. I didn't know it at the time though, and I really didn't pay attention to the news story.

I was coming in from the final day of 8th grade, soon I'd be off to high school and a whole new world after a summer of derping around the house, computers, boys, whatever.

My mom was sitting on the floor, when I got home. She seemed to be lost in thought, and she was dressed in a denim mini and a green tube top. This was pretty weird, I said "What the fuck?"

She looked up at me, and said "Sit down, I've got something I need to tell you. It's not going to be easy and when we get where we are going next week It's going to make a lot more sense to you.

She almost started to tear up. In fourteen years of living with her as my only parent, I never seen her cry. She has always been tough, take no shit from anyone, sort of like a Xena the Warrior Princess except in real life. Always ready to put her finger in someones face and tell them to 'fuck off' even me.

I started to sit in a chair and she told me, to come down on the floor, that it was important I "get used to it".

I looked at her like she was at crazy at first, but what the hell, it seemed almost funny, so I did.

What she laid out to me, was her plan for the summer and possibly the rest of her life. That included 'fixing mistakes made' with me. I can't remember exactly what was said, and how it was said because by the end we were both tearing up. I'll do my best to hit the highlights for you, because I am sure you are anxious to get to the fappable material of my story, when you understand why we went to Arkansas, you may just fap all that harder, and I hope you do.


Part Two: The reason for the season

My mom began to lay out for me the details of her life. You ever heard of Joy from "My Name is Earl", well that is basically my mom except in real life. She grew up with mean spirited older brothers who wrestled her to the ground, pulled her hair, indian arm burns, pink bellies, noogies all that jazz until she hit puberty.

At which point, she learned to put these 200+ pound redneck boys in their place with just a stare and a harsh word or two. She could pull of the bitch mode like none other. This was not news to me, I was proud that she could put people in their place. Having grown up with her bark, I knew that her bite wasn't as bad, and had grown used to her attitude and putting a finger in my face, so it didn't phase me like it did others.

She went into great detail about how she undermined her stepdads and how she always hated the "Do as I say, not as I do" mentality of these ogres stomping around their trailer. Holding her to a standard even she wouldn't do. She said "That is the moment when I officially lost all respect for men everywhere".

She talked about how people thought it was 'cute' she was so sassy and seemed to give her a wide degree of freedom which only reinforced her treating every relationship with a boy the same way. It wasn't that she used her body to get what she wanted, it was that she used the promise of her body to get what she wanted without actually giving it to them. It was more than just a 'tease' it was torment and passive aggressive control.

"Whoever wants the other person least in a relationship, controls the relationship".

She explained how before she had me, she fell into working as a stripper. She was hot back in her twenties, and she didn't understand how demeaning or humiliating it was, because she had no concept of that. To her, this was just easy money taken from sad and lonely men who didn't know they should probably spend that 60-80 bucks they just wasted on a 'sofa dance' on a nice dinner for the woman at home.

My mom told me she used to wear body glitter and vanilla fields perfume and purposely rub on guys, it was no skin off her nose she said. She didn't even think about how these strangers were rubbing on her, instead she focused on how funny it will be for them to explain this when their wife notices when she gets home.

She explained that when she danced, she was a leader, and said that she saw the same traits in me. "People gravitate to you, want to be like you, and you push them away just like I did" she looked me in the eye, flashing her pale blue eyes at me. Some how they didn't seem as menacing as she kept glancing down at hand written notes and back up at me.

"It's obvious you prepared this, you want me to just read what you wrote?" I asked trying to skip ahead.

"NO!" she got upset, but then controlled herself "Sorry...it's important I say these things out loud to you, because afterwards there are going to be some changes and while you may not agree with them, you may even think they are stupid and pointless, but I want you to know..that no matter what happens, I love you and this will make us both stronger."

"Ch-ch-ch-cheeeeeeeese" I said, making one of our many inside jokes, when someone says something mushy. She just rolled her eyes and told me to laugh it up while I could before continuing.

"When I danced, I used to put my finger in some guys face, and demand "You want a dance, Fucker?" and if he didn't, I'd make him feel like a small dicked loser. My mom cussed and so did I, but this was a little more graphic than I was used too, I hung on every word.

"I didn't realize these were the customers, they were my bread and butter, to me this wasn't even about money, it was about control and power and I just didn't realize it at the time. Heck..I'd even put my butt an inch from their face, then let out a tiny silent fart and turn my head back around and look at them and ask if they liked the dance so far, acting like I didn't fart...just to make them squirm and have to tell me they liked it..."

I laughed "Gross...thats funny though" I said. I've been around the internet, I know that some guys are even into that, but it's still funny.

"Yeah the other girls thought so too, I got them to do it as well...they wanted to dress like me, dance like me..every club has sort of an alpha girl that the others try to borrow their style from...except it just enraged me instead of flattered me.

I'd see a pretty young girl who dared wear a white angelic style outfit like mine, her self-esteem at that delicate "newbie" wet behind the ears stage, and rather than go to her and say how I am a little flattered, but that she shouldn't copy me, or some other way of handling it, I'd go off raging and get her fired, bring it to a dramatic "Her or me!!!" conclusion, and the managers would let me be the Queen Bee and fire the new girl or move her to dayshift.

"Haha, damn right!" I agreed with my mom. She just seemed to be in a bad mood, as if that wasn't the reaction she hoped for.

"If the girls did the opposite, tried to be NOT like me, that pissed me off more..who were they to think their style was better than mine? So that brought out the same reaction, I'd begin laughing at how trailer park they were, and mocking them for having no class and bending like a pretzel. "Hey if a proctology class is ever in session, you'd be a good volunteer, but honey that aint dancing". I'd say as if my prancing around the stage was some kind of rare treat. In truth, I just sort of walked slowly around the stage without putting much effort into it...when you are twenty and hot, thats really all you need to do....

My mom listed off dozens of things she did to her own mom (my nosy gramma) about slamming the door in her face when my gramma offered her unsolicted advice. About controlling relationships, and how she enjoyed hurting people. She actually thought she was doing them a favor, perhaps toughening them up.

"Remember that guy a few weeks ago, Alvin?" my mom described a man she met off match.com. At my grandmothers insistance my mom met the 'nicest' guy she could off match. He was into computer games and babylon five and all the things my mom is not into. We used to have a good laugh about him and I called him a "Little Troll" because he stood about 5'8 (which I am only 5'4 but hey I am 14, almost 15....so...I got time, he is like way old, in his thirties...)

Anyway, after a few dates my mom told him to basically "Fuck Off" and when he came to our apartment tears in his eyes with a card, my mom laughed and said "Watch this", then she tore open our door like an unholy demon filled with rage, ripped to shreds the card he held in his hand, slammed the door in his face and then we laughed and laughed.

He stood out there for a good 15 minutes before getting in his car to continue to cry, all the while my mom was saying "This was the best part of dating that looooser".

Then she got to me.

She started to list all the things I do that are wrong. I tried to defend myself and say that she never had a problem with me being lazy.

Our apartment is a one bedroom efficiency in a converted motel. It smells like ass and lysol (mostly because my mom babysat for some extra cash and the diaper smell you can't get rid of). Old legos and paper plates all over the brown stained carpet, bean bag chair and busted up old computer. You get the idea. We aren't exactly Martha Stewart and my mom never enforced 'chores' as had been done to her as a kid.

She said "You'll have time for that later, for now just understand that my influence on you has been greater than even I want to admit. I've turned you into mini-me." She listed off the time I tricked a fat kid into buying me a ticket to a rally and then me and a friend of mine ditched him and how funny I thought that was.

She mentioned the time recently we bumped into a nice old man at the mall, who called us 'Sisters' and I distinctly remember my mom sort of wincing at that. He was just being polite though, we do look a lot like in the face. Pale skin, we both have our hair dyed black, freckles...thin bodies, you can tell we are irish descent thats for sure.

He told us how I reminded him of his grand daughter, and I managed to soak him not only for free chinese food, but two pairs of jeans at Pac Sun. I thought my mom was proud of how I did that, and laughing with me, but she said it only confirmed the fears she had.

That these mistakes had to be undone.


Part Three: Fap Time?

This is the part of the story you may want to take your cock out if its not already. I hope you do.

My mom pointed to an outfit like hers on the floor and said "Put this on and hand me your old clothes."

"Why?" I asked.

"We are going to live under new rules. In a weeks time, we are going to move out of this place."

"Yay!" I said in mock happiness "We are getting out of here!! oh wait.....new rules?" the last part in a sort of comedic, "What you talking bout willis?" another one of our inside jokes that she failed to register.

Seeing she was serious, I crinkled my nose, pouted my lip and said "Fine..I'll put on these trailer park duds, but I want answers..." figuring I'd play her game. It seemed almost fun.

I stripped out of my skinny jeans and ironic t-shirt, I think it was one of a ketchup bottle on a Ketchup bottle and it said "Yo Dawg, I herd u liek Ketchup, so I put Ketchup in your Ketchup, so you can eat Ketchup, while you eat Ketchup". It was the last time I ever saw that shirt.

She put my clothes in the garbage, and insisted I hand over my panties and bra, noticing "You poop striped these panties? What are you like 9 years old?"

I laughed "Look, sometimes I am in a hurry..." which is true, I didnt really care about them, even though she has told me about it a dozen times how embarressing it is when we go to the laundromat and she has to apply stain remover to them since people think they are hers.

"Don't rage...don't rage..." I said as I slip from nude into the short skirt and half-top that was on the ground "Jeez, this is a little small..ya think" pointing to the back where about an inch of my crack was showing.

I joked "Riley?" that was a friend of mine who wore those low-rise jeans with a few inches of crack showing for attention. It was another inside joke of ours anytime we saw a plumber or someone with a little crack on display.

My mom was serious though.

She laid it out for me.

Over the last six weeks she had been on the internet, chatting online. I thought with some other 'nice guy' since we didn't even have a phone (white trash priorities, have cable and internet but not a phone).

Working with a man she called her "Trainer" she came to the conclusion that we both needed to live by new rules and that we would be better for it.

She told me about a time she left a few months ago, I thought to go on a trip while I stayed with my gramma. It turns out she had been paid off craigslist to go do 'Pro-Subbie" work where she was disciplined, spanked and paddled, and at first she thought they were crazy and she needed the 1000 bucks.

It turns out that after she got back, she said her attitude changed. Her bitch button had been 'reset' but slowly as the memories of that experience, with the structure at that old mans house faded, she reverted back to "her natural vindictive, lazy, mean spirited, selfish self."

She realized that the solution to her nature, was to have her bitch button held down perhaps permanently.

I immediately asked "So what does that mean to ME!!!" it was a statement not a question.

She laughed "I thought you'd wonder how that affects you...thats what I would have done, not really listened to what happened to the other person...well my dear, don't worry..a lot of that time was spent talking about how you would fit in there."

She explained how there was already a woman named Linda living there. Linda had a younger daughter named Jordan who was in training. That at first my mom was horrified, but soon discovered that it was not as harsh as she imagined, it was more like a tough love program.

"There are phases to the training" she explained, that she would be at the higher end phase because she is further gone and a full on bitch, while there is still hope for me, and that I would be learning the basics of humility, patience, endurance, and obedience and undoing the effect she had on me.

"WTF?" I had a tendency to say things in chatspeak out loud and she smiled and continued to explain. "At first, we were just going to have you be as you are....the more we talked about how things are at his house, it's domestic discipline, its orderly..he keeps the womenfolk in line..the three of us females would have to be quiet and patient, meanwhile you would have been an ass, in your natural state....it was decided, if this is going to help me change, that a program could be instituted that would help you, without going so far as to fuck you up."

"Fuck me up?" I was truly getting worried, sitting on the floor in this miniskirt with my mom dressed the same.

"Yeah,....a lot of thought went into setting limits and expectations clearly, so that you are only exposed to what you are going to need to be, and not the more advanced aspects that you are not ready for....if you work hard at this, you will be done and be able to live like Linda and Jordan do until you are 18 and ready to move out?"

"And if I don't want too do that?"

"Well, we could get kicked out or worse...I really don't want to go into consequences with you of not complying before I talk about what they want you to do in the first place..."

She began to lay out the time line.

For the next week, we were to make some changes to our way of talking, walking, sleeping, dressing, and behavior. This was my mom said, going to make it much easier down the road.

Then, we were to get on a bus to arkansas, where we would live by a budget and check in regularly with our 'trainer' until we got there.

Once we get there, we'd be there for the entire summer on a 'trial' basis. If we can prove this training is effective on us, and everyone is comfortable enough with the changes, then we stay permently. This apartment would be toast. My mom would pay up the rent for about a month, but she said after that, she is going to have to wing it that the trial is going to work. "Turning back will not be an easy option and thats part of why he wants us to start now....people we know..people who would never believe you or I are willing to be put in our place, will find out about these changes, and before we leave, we are going to unlock the apartment, put a sign on the door and let people come in and take our stuff, and we are going to give it to them willingly...we have to learn not to covet possesions and material items...we took for granted the comforts they provide.."

She went on and on, and I eventually chatted with the trainer that night. I am not sure why, perhaps it was partly morbid curiousity to see if this was an elaborate "Punk'd" and Ashton Kutcher was going to pop out, or perhaps it was more to see if instead of freaking out like she expected I just sort of said "Sure...thats cool" I could get a rise out of her.


Part Four: The neighbors Kevin and Sheila find out.

Remember when I said you may want to get your dick out to fap? Did you?

Flash forward almost a full day, my mom had gone over everything with me, more than a few times but this experience sort of drilled it into my head that she wasn't kidding.

Our neighbors Kevin and Sheila are over at our house. Kevin is a typical mustached guy in his fourties, looks like a hippy from the sixties whose losing his hair and Sheila is basically this fat sort of white trash.

Kevin's eyes are popping out of his head, Sheila is pale but almost grinning as if "This better be good" she knew my mom had this idea to do topless house cleaning at one point through craigslist, although my mom never followed through, so she figured this was another of her schemes.

My mom invited them in, her and I were both standing in the center of our dirty apartment fully naked except for dog collars she had bought at the super market. She said "Please sit down" offering them a folding chair and bean bag chair that usualy her and I sat on when we had guests.

"We prefer to stand for now until you hear us out...the reason you are invited over, as you can see we've made some changes...first I hope our nudity doesn't offend you, Sir?"

Kevin stumbled out 'no no...its your house..." my mom seemed almost disappointed he wasn't offended.

"All of our lives, we have taken for granted our clothing, used it to cover our bodies, to tease and to take comfort in privacy..we're realizing that we took for granted those priveledges, and so at home we are generally required to be naked, and even when we get clothing it has to be humbling trailer park slut clothes..."

"Required? Who requires it?" Sheila asked almost playfully.

"My Trainer, Ma'am...he is the one who identified the changes we need to make...changes we would like to show you if you will not be offended?"

"Whats with the ma'am stuff, just last week you were calling me a lazy cow, and why would we be offended?"

"I apologize for that ma'am, my bad behavior, my anger and rage, my mocking my betters, that is part of the reason I need this training, and to refer to you as my superior and show respect....and the reason you may be offended, is that for the training to be effective on a prideful female mind like ours, it has to be humbling and disarm us of our uppity ways, ma'am"

"I am sorry....but I can't hold this question any longer, I didn't want to say anything but you've got your daughter here with you doing this, thats sick, you don't care if my husband sees her bare ...everything... tush..boobs...the whole enchilada?"

"I do care, Ma'am, it embarresses us both, I've done a horrible job raising her, and now she has to pay for that through some suffering, but I would not have invited you here like this if I felt that you and Kevin had never seen an ass, titties or pussies...if you would like though, she can dress for your visit."

"No thats fine....I just.......don't really get it."

"That is why I am going to patiently explain it to you by demonstrations over the next hour...I would like to ask that you take one picture of us at each demonstration" Mom said while handing them a camera. "To prove that we are actually doing this...we both lie all the time, we aren't trustworthy, and my trainer knows that, so he requires proof....if you would be kind enough to do this for us, so he will be satisfied, I do not have to invite over the Garcias......" she let that hang out there. The Garcias are a mexican family of eight or so, that wasn't going to be fun if they came here, they barely speak english, and their kids are like a walking disaster zone.

I would have expected Sheila to have asked that first question right as soon as she walked in and saw me standing at attention totally naked. It was hard not to smile a goofy smile and be totally serious. I could feel Kevin's eyes looking up and down me. My boobs were about as big as my moms, just perkier. She had me beat in the butt area though, black guys loved her bubble butt, and all I had was two little bumps back there...

They seemed actually to be taking this with a good sense of humor, that me and my mom genuinely wanted to change our behavior. It didn't take much convincing for my mom to go over the several times she's borrowed something and not gave it back (We gave most of what we still had of theirs back) and talked about them to their face. One thing about my mom though, she didn't talk behind peoples backs, if she had something nasty to say to you, she'd have said it right to you.

"Alright Toy, first demonstration..." that was my new name, she explained we have to accept our new life, changing what we were before, so there would be no old names used or responded too.

"Right..uh Joy...which one is that...?" I asked almost playfully. My moms new name was ironically ripped from the trailer park bitch from my name is Earl that seemed so much like her, and perhaps because like calling a fat man "Tiny" its funny.

Checking some talking points she had written down, Joy said "The basics...anatomy, speech.....before we continue" she addressed our guests Kevin and Sheila "You should know that at any time, if any of this makes you uncomfortable, you can simply say "Stop Bitches" and we will stop and address any questions at that time.

"Uh..." looking sidelong as his wife Kevin bristled at the word "Bitches" and said "I don't feel comfortable saying that to you two...." almost for his wife's benefit.

"Would you prefer to call us Sluts, sir?" my mom asked almost defensively.

"Why do you have to put yourself down at all?" he asked reflexively.

"We have for as long as you've known us and longer been bitches, that is our natural state sir...so we must learn to accept that....if you prefer to call us sluts, that is in part what we are training to be, a role preferable only to being bitches...knowing we can't simply step into a role as proper ladies...so we must too accept that we should be seen as at best, a couple of dumb sluts....if you don't mind, please? You can call us anything but our old names....it will really help us to learn our place and later I will ask you to speak with my trainer on the phone and I need you to tell him I begged you to call us bitches or sluts..."

"Well you didn't really beg" Sheila laughed cutting the edge of the conversation.

"True...Affirmation position, Toy..." Joy told me, as we both got in a practiced position. It was on our knees with our hands behind our back, legs apart enough that a little pink is on display, making sure not to rest the back of our thighs on our calves "like lazy bitches".

"This is our affirmation position, it is where we are to speak our betters from when appropriate, and this is an appropriate time...Please Kevin and Sheila, sir and ma'am, as our invited guests, we are revealing to you that we have been insufferable bitches, to everyone including you, and we beg that you not let us get away with that without calling us out for it, and make us accept that is exactly what we are by answering to it while in your presence.."

"We.....Beg? I didnt hear..uh Toy there beg.." seriously Sheila was having a little too much fun at our expense. Just as I was about to open mouth to try to come up with something that didn't sound exactly like what was already said Sheila let me off the hook "Honestly, this is way too much...do you not think it's over the top? Nudity and everything?"

"At first, Yes Ma'am" said Mom, I could detect a little nervousness in her voice, a lack of confidence that I've never really heard before as she bared her soul to her neighbor. "I wasn't sure especially for Toy...I am being tested, to see if I can actually handle the changes that are in store for me, and part of it is like a 12-step program for alchoholics". She paused, because she knew that Kevin was in A.A and this may be a sensitive topic but then added "First step was to admit, I am powerless over my true nature, that my life had become unmanageable. I make bad choices, and I need to turn over that authority to someone else."

"To us?" Kevin suddenly took an interest when A.A was mentioned, I think he was zoning out on our tits.

"No sir, although within reason, we will obey you while you are in the apartment, it is only because my Trainer wishes to make us uncomfortable, and test our compliance with the program that he has laid out for us...."

He made one of those faces guys with bushy mustaches make when they agree with something, sort of nodding his head and then added "And the next step?"

"After realizing that there is someone with a better plan than me continuing to be a raging, lazy bitch, and accepting that program, even as it seems over the top and out of my comfort zone, It was to take a full inventory of ourselves, our morals, our motivations, our shortcomings and be willing to accept and admit to our betters the exact nature of our wrongs."

It was Sheila's turn to interject, while we stayed on the floor with hands behind our heads, tits jutting out, I was fascinated to hear my mom almost convincing herself again why we were in this.
"You have cleaned up your house some, it doesn't totally stink like the time I was here last, why can't you just be a good person, not be lazy, take care of what you need to do, and still wear clothes?"

"The clothes are just part of it ma'am, Toy took for granted the latest clothes, and got my mom and others to buy fancy skinny jeans and hollister shirts for 40 dollars each, while throwing them on the ground, I was no better, while my taste didn't run that direction, I purposely wore frumpy t-shirts and ball caps, casually taking for granted the privacy I was afforded, and now I am more painfully aware that I am to be on display for the amusement of others.....but this is just one aspect of how we changed, today we are going to make you lunch and ask you to supervise us while we eat, while we uh..groom, while we turn the mundane tasks that others do without thinking about it, into opportunities for training and structured domestic discipline."

Kevin said "Well..I kind of get it, I don't agree with letting your daughter run around like this, but I gotta ask have you made a list of all the people you have wronged and tried to make amends to them?"

"Sir, the list would be literally too long, I've fucked over, used, hurt the feelings of just about everyone from my family to strangers, and have long since forgotten or lost touch with many of them, but your being here is a part of that and I want to thank you for accepting her choice..it was voluntary on her part, wasn't it Toy?" she asked me.

It was finally my turn to talk, I sort of cleared my throat, having been quiet all this time, with eyes straight ahead (even though I had been sneaking a peak at their reactions) "Yes Sir, I don't like having to do chores or some of this, but the idea is I not like it, and learn from it...I kind of want to see what happens next, my mom is very stubborn and she tends to stick to things far more than I do...but we both sort of need someone to chaperone us and actually make us see this through..."

"You don't mind me looking at you naked?" He asked almost timidly.

"Oh I do" I said to the two shocked faces. "Definitely...its embarressing. My face is red I think...my arms are tired from being behind my head, my knees hurt from the carpet, and it feels..like you are staring right at my pussy..." I said almost toying with him to see how he'd react.

My mom interrupted "I am sorry, Sir...thats my own doing, I can recognize her behavior, like me when I was a little older than her, she is yet to feel the real sting of embarresment and I think she is actually taking advantage of your discomfort...aren't you Toy?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Don't call me Ma'am, I am a slut in training just like you...apologize to our betters, please."

"Sorry Sir, for making you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to look at my pussy, that is why we are sitting this way" and I actually reflexively spread my knees just a little wider and pulled my shoulders back to emphasize that my cunt was on display, I am not sure why I did it, it felt 'right' in the moment.

"What if Wayne came over here, you want him to see you like this?" ugh, his Son Wayne. He's a year or two younger than me, and he's had a crush on me since I was 8. I think he has a crush on my mom. We've never talked about him directly, but my mom and I had an unspoken game we would play when he came over.

She would do something like mock his hair "That looks just like Justin Bieber...is that what you were going for?" knowing it wasn't and that was kind of a reverse insult disguised as a complement, then I would play with his head too and say "No..no I like it..." when in truth we were both laughing at how doofy he looked.

Then we may reverse roles at another point and my mom may complement him on something I said was retarded.

Just so he didn't get too full of himself, my mom would say something like "Your sweating all over my beanbag chair, get your ass out of it before you stink it up...". I think it was fun to send him mixed messages. We hadn't talked about my friends finding out..I looked to Mom.

"If you want Wayne to come over, it would be fantastic, if we could apologize, the last time he was here he spilled maccaroni on the carpet and I told him that he was a complete spaz and never to come back and I think he took me seriously, I apologize for what I said to your son..."

"Uh..no, that won't be neccesary..." Kevin said stumbling at the idea of us apologizing to his fat little son.

However, his wife stopped him "Hold on...maybe not here, but how about later, you come over and uh...clean up our place, and you can apologize to him then...clothed..." she added.

The opportunistic bitch, she knew we were trying to be accomoadating and she wanted to take advantage of us...thats just what we would have done had the shoe been on the other foot.

"Because I am so irresponsible and bad with planning, I cannot commit to that, but I will ask my Trainer and let you know if we can do that...would it be okay if we started the demonstrations, it will take at least an hour."

"God damn, an hour? NCIS is going to be on....." Kevin said in his usual grumbling manner "You girls should be paying us for this..."

"I am sorry sir, what little money I have is going to the trip to get us out there...."

"well who said anything about money?" he smiled and then got a big elbow in the ribs. "They may be cleaning up our place, thats good enough..lets see their little show."

The first "demo" was called the "Big Why" and My mom proceeded to stand up and ask me questions about why am I here and what I am supposed to be learning from this. I replied as we had practiced before they came over "Because we are dumb little sluts, who don't know how to act like normal people and we need training and supervision to keep us from our bitchy self-serving, ungrateful behavior." I was careful not to call her "Ma'am" even though it felt like I should.

After about a dozen or so questions establishing that we see some benefit in being kept on the straight and narrow, it moved into 'anatomy 101', as demos go this one was pretty awkward.

I was expected to stand there and answer questions as she pointed to parts of both of our bodies. We demonstrated five 'standard' positions that were to be given to have us stand at attention, for inspection, affirmation, and to crawl. In the process, they got a good look at every part of my body, and I have to admit I was betting myself who would freak out first, the sexual tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. None of us said anything, but everyone was so uncomfortable, and I could smell the sort of sickly-sweet smell of open pussy/butt sweat that comes from just being out in the open airing your goodies.

She put me at attention to finish the lesson.

"What are those?" pointing at my breasts.

"Boobs"

"why is your cunt, legs and ass shaved?"

"So that I am smooth and on display and not totally disgusting for others to look upon me."

She sked me "How many holes do you have?"

"Three"

"Name them"

"Mouth, Cunt, and Asshole"

"Are you permitted to use them to hurt people?"

"Not any longer."

"Are you permitted to play with them?"

"Not any longer". I let that linger. My mom had no idea if I had masturbated or not, in truth I had a little, who doesn't.

"Why not?"

"Because, I am not supposed to take pleasure in my situation."

"What comes out of your mouth?"

"Lies..."

"What comes out of your cunt?"

"Piss"

"What comes out of your ass?"

"Shit"

"Do you find it funny, what you are saying right now?" she was taking an almost drill seargent tone with me, and I have to admit I had a hard time keeping a straight face.

"No, I guess it's just that I should be disgusted right now, but you have to admit this is kind of funny."


Part Five – Joy starts telling the story

Hi this is Joy, I suppose its my turn to give you a little perspective. Right now, you are probably asking yourself "Why is this woman so gung-ho about this?" or perhaps why haven't the neighbors run screaming from the room.

Well truth be told, Toy didn't know it at this point in what was going on, but I had talked to them both seperately before this ever began.

You see it was longer than six weeks before that I had come to this conclusion that I should change. That I could not change on my own. That like a fat girl who works at a Dairy Queen there was just too many spineless jellyfish in the world for me to pass up being mean spirited. Everyone seemed to actualy encourage me to be rotten, my family, my boss, they all had this role in mind for me as the sassy, assy, bitch who tells it like it is and takes no shit from anyone.

The problem was, I had to wake up everyday with this person and I hated myself when I started to think about the monster I was becoming.

However, when I started looking for a Trainer, who could set me right I never really thought of my daughter as getting the same benefit from this as I may. I guess its hard to even think about, something in my hardwiring tells me everyone else in the world is allowed to evolve into a sexual being. Twelve year old boys can peek at an Uncle's Playboys, Grampas can be perverts, women and men can go to hedonism, but something about ones own Daughter puts them in the category of 'never evolve'.

I was so busy looking for my own cure, something that would be strict yet had limits, that I failed to realize I was as a role model encouraging her to turn out just like me. So when I met this Trainer in Arkansas, Master Rob I realized that his situation was quite a bit different.

He already trains a woman and her younger daughter, not quite like us, but they aren't mean spirited bitches either. Their daughter tries hard in school, likes to do homework, enjoys earning rewards, she thrives with structure. It wasn't the sexualized aspect of the training, it was something else.

However, in our case, we had used sex, used it's promise, even her without realizing perhaps she was doing it, flirty and pouty, to wrap people around our fingers and get them to do for us, and then turn around and shit all over them for doing something nice for us.

I can go on and on and about it, but you've got your cock out and you want to Jerk Off (what my daughter calls 'Fap') You want to understand why I am here interrupting the story.

Well, I will tell you. I'd be blowing Kevin on a regular basis for 50 bucks behind his wifes back. Now don't go thinking this was any sort of submissive thing. This was "Get in here..you go the money? Okay, whip it out" and I'd suck hard.

I never told him I was thinking about being put in my place, but when he said earlier he wanted us to pay him, I knew he was hinting he wanted the fifty back he had only recently deposited when he sent a load of jizz down my throat.

Now I will be honest also, in that getting my mouth pumped by a strange cock, it is like "vitamin P" to me. It's not that I am a horny, insatiable nymphomaniac whose just GOT to have sex and cock. However, I can't deny there is something that makes me feel 'submissive' and more like a woman to have a man thrust his cock into my mouth until he shoots his cum down my throat, the more it happens, the quieter and nicer I get, so I was secretly doing this not just for the cash and because I am greedy, but because I needed that attitude adjustment.

So with Kevin seeing me naked, that shouldn't have been that big of a surprise. I've been around the house in just a t-shirt around him and Wayne, and did it more just to see the look on his face when h e was over my place. Perhaps even that if I made him uncomfortable enough he'd just go on home and not talk. The last thing I wanted to have to do after sucking his dick, was listen to him complain and whine about his life. Sharing my face/mouth was a lot easier than sharing my attention and time.

Sheila had told me the two of them played tie up games one night when she was drunk and over my house. Strictly the kind of fuzzy handcuff stuff you buy at Spencers gifts in the mall, but that they had a kinky side. She and him also used to try to involve me in their spats, each talking shit about one another, but I had long ago told them to basically fuck off and that I would only talk face to face not behind anyones back.

I may be a bitch, but I had principles.

So when master had asked me to pick some people to tell on us the week before we left, I instantly thought about them. They were the least risk to me, I knew they were kind of open minded and that Sheila would keep Kevin's hands off Toy. I figured may as well look and get a good laugh or too, but I've been trying to shield her from the harder stuff thats coming our way.

As to why I didn't tell Toy any of this (until now), its because I am a lying bitch. There is perhaps a little cowardice in not wanting to tell her the truth about the two of them, and perhaps I didn't mind seeing how this demo would go if she knew it wasn't kinda rigged, because later we'd have to tell my mom, my one brother who lived here, and some other people, and of course once we get to Arkansas the rules are going to change.

So here were the rules we had to explain:

EATING:
We were to serve them first, all we had was maccoroni and cheese (poweder) and PB&J. I normally don't keep a lot of groceries in the house anyway as I barely made ends meet, but I made sure that the option to cheat and eat anything snack related wasn't there. We were not to have potato chips, coke, candy or anything considered a 'treat' without explicit permission.

Once our guests were served, we were to ask permission to eat and if given, eat cold instant oatmeal. What I found out was that you can't just pour water on oatmeal, you have to heat water, then add it to the Quakers Oat packet and so we actually chilled ours in the freezer. I cheated and did peaches and cream, even though we were supposed to be doing only plain. I felt like Toy would bitch and I was already feeling like I was being more drill seargent to get her to comply than I had too.

We were to eat on our hands and knees, with butts facing our guests unless they explictly asked us not too. Thats because "We were told to sparie you a look at our sourpuss faces, if you'd rather we turn around because our fat asses offend, we will.." but they didn't ask so we didn't have to say that.

The human face is not designed to eat out of a bowl face down, and our noses, chin and hair was coated in oatmeal by the end.

That led us to the next demo.

GROOMING:

We were to ask them to time us in the shower. We were to shower together, so as not to waste water and not use hot water. I cheated just a little there as well, as it was colder than a witches titty in there.

We were to explain that it was possible for us to be lazy if we shut the door, and take a break and would they please verify we were clean. All the while he snapped photos of us. (more than one per demo which was not my Trainers instruction but I felt uncomfortable trying to remind Kevin).

Then we were to shave each others legs, ass crack, the peach fuzz on the butt, pits, and stray hairs on belly buttons etc. This was not an easy experience and I could tell Kevin was getting hard. We were very playful and tried to make it not seem as gloom and doom but more something we could sort of laugh about. I'd shake my butt at him and say "Winking at you...did she get all the hair off both holes, sir?" and smile. I've been told I can come across like that waitress from Mel's diner that sassily said "Mel, kiss my grits" so I did my best to take it down a notch and sound less sarcastic.

Once they verified the only hair we had on our shiny, clean bodies was on our heads, we were to ask to dry off, rub body lotion on ourselves to grease up, and dry and straighten our hair. I tried to make conversation while that was going on because they were getting bored.

MANNERS:

We showed them how we were to walk with a swagger. We both have pretty big feet and Toy was already wearing women's sizes (in fact she had been wearing a lot of my clothes until recently) so she had two inch heels, but I was instructed to get us some three and four inch pumps to practice making sure we accentuated our walk to amuse our betters.

We were supposed to thank people, not accept apologies or thank yous, because we were undeserving and generally stop acting like bitches.

When we had wrapped up the final demonstration, I was actually sweating with nerves. We asked them to permit us to dress, and we'd walk with them to the payphone. I had a calling card and they were to report on us to our Trainer.

We put on tank tops and miniskirts that I had in a cardboard box in the living room, our waists are basically the same size (okay, haha....she is thinner than me), but with a little discomfort we could both wear anything in the box. I had marked it with the word "SLUTS" in red sharpie per my owners instruction and left it right at the front door.

Walking behind them all the way to the gas station, they called and talked to my Master and Linda for what seemed like too long and then finally came back to where we were standing. (Master specifically instructed us to stay out of earshot and not be 'nosy bees') while they discussed our behavior.

Kevin and Sheila laughed, "nice folks, they told us some things we didn't know...made it alot clearer" as if our two hours back at the apartment hadn't been as honest as I could be.

"Thats good sir" I said trying to seem nice and not put a scowl on my face.

"You've definitely proven you are serious..he said you are to come over for two hours a day and clean our apartment or entertain us....and that we are to get the key you to have your apartment..."

"I only have one though, even Toy doesn't have one, Sir" I presented a problem.

"Yeah he said you probably didn't have the forsight to keep a spare and would go to the Office if you got locked out. Thats why you will come over to our place for the key any time you leave or come home."

I swallowed. "Anything else?" hoping there was nothing else.

"Oh yes...we talked and talked about you two bimbos. I was willing to think you two weren't so bad, but he told me the stuff you said about my fat wife....and how we whine about our problems to you like you are 'fucking doctor phil' as you put it?"

"Um....yes sir, I did say that, I am so.." before I could say Sorry, he cut me off.

"Don't interrupt when your betters are speaking. Okay, well that is going to cost you. I trusted you with my feelings and had no idea you were feeling that way, you could have said you didn't want to listen."

I wanted to say I had SAID that, I could feel the urge to yell at him bubbling up inside of me, but I tried to remain calm.

"He said you'd bristle at me....I am going to introduce you to corner time and the fly swatter"

Sir had said they would be able to administer minor corrections if he got a good feel for them.

"Thank you Sir, I am sure we both will before the end of the week if we are naughty or sass"

"You will only eat three times a day, in our presence, when we come over...and you are to only use the bathroom when you are in our presence...He told me about the demo you left out..."

"I was um....I just felt like maybe you guys wouldn't understand." I said.

"Thats a lie...I don't think you told it to Toy, did you?"

"Yes sir, it is a lie...I hadn't...I was a little too embarressed and hoped maybe in all the details that one would got forgotten, I..."

"You sure do a lot of thinking for a slave"

It was the first time I had heard that word. "Slave". Property, thats what I was going to be, someones house pet. Toy was going to have a shot at a normal life if she could unlearn all the mean spiritedness I taught her, but not me.

"Yes Sir, I suppose I put a lot of thought into what got me into this situation and I have to admit it does make me nervous."

"Oh he told me how to tell if you are lying, so we are going to see that....." I knew exactly what he meant. However, he directed us to follow him back to their apartment "But first you've got some cleaning to do and an apology to Wayne, before we let you back in to your place to eat dinner and get some sleep....it's gonna be a long week."


Part Six – Ball is back in Toy's court -

Toy again, hi. Sorry about changing who was telling the story, I hope it didn't confuse you or frustrate you. I probably don't tell the story as well, things are still fresh in my mind and I may leave out some details. I guess though, I am not permitted to leave out too much, especially the stuff that you may actually get off on/fap too.

I should say that Sheila made it very clear that despite the fact we were practically falling out of our skirts/tops that under no circumstances was Wayne to see any pink, that included nipples. She made it sound as if we were going to get off on showing her fat little son any part of our bodies and that she was putting a stop to it.

It ended up making us nearly trip all over selves vaccuuming, bending over, putting things on shelves all the while Wayne's little eyes were about to pop out of his head from sensory overload.

Rather than explain why we were even there, they just said "Wayne....you are to call them Toy and Joy from now on, they are here to work, so don't distract them and if you catch them goofing off, come tell me."

However, Kevin and Sheila didn't really let us out of their sight anyway, these are all one bedroom efficiencies, so its not exactly a lot of places you can run and hide.

Joy kept an eye on the clock at the two hour mark she said "Sir the two hours are up, are you satisfied with the work we have done?"

"Not really....do you think you did a good?" his wife answered for him.

"As good as two untrained bitches, can do." I said careful not to say too much infront of Wayne, given how she seemed to have a problem with him seeing/hearing anything too untoward.

"Do you want to apologize to Wayne now for being such bitches to him?"

"Yes Ma'am, if we can"

"No, you can't today...." she said just playing with my mom to see if she could get a rise out of her.

"I need time to think about that...Kevin will let you back into your place" he smiled and held up his key.

"You don't want to go with him?"

"No.....why, is there something I should know, Joy?"

My mom said nothing, and shook her head no, and we walked out with him. He let us in to our place, and watched as we stripped. He said he was to confiscate the slut box, so we didn't put on clothes and sneak out at night. He was also to take the bread, peanut butter, jelly, kool-aid and remaining maccaroni and cheese. My mom just nodded.

She seemed to whisper in his ear, I am guessing she made some promise to him, after about 15 minutes in her room, her face was red, and he was happy and he left us some goobers grape (but no bread), sort of a weird-ass grape jelly/peanut butter goop. We ate it with our fingers for fear of being caught using her silverware.

After he left and wished "You two bitches have a good night" laughing like he just hit the trailer park jackpot, my mom locked the door.


"Well, I've unhooked the TV, but we have internet until the end of the week, so you can enjoy that while you can."

"Can I sit on the chair?" I asked.

She smiled "Yeah, we may as well sneak while we can, I know that I am sneaky and conniving and I will try to get away with cheating if I can. Thats why I asked for such close supervision......."

That night she explained some more to me, about why we were both going to have to do this and what that 'demo' she left out was that we'd have to do in the morning. It actually made me laugh out loud. I was like "Fine..." with a hysterical look on my face, because I couldn't actually believe it. We didn't talk a lot, it was awkward and she kept checking the window, pulling back the curtain just a little to see if anyone was standing outside, as if she was paranoid.

I knew she had sucked Kevin's dick or fucked him or something in the bedroom when he was here. I guess I appreciated her not doing it around me, at the same time I was a little uncomfortable with the idea she didn't trust me to know thats what she was doing. I guess she thought if it was in another room I wouldn't figure it out and assume she was in there playing tiddlywinks to get that kool-aid to 'accidentally be left' at our place.

That kool-aid sure was good, when thats all you've got.


Part Seven: Second Day of Summer Break

Well, sleeping on the carpet in the nude is a great way to get carpet imprint on your boobs and face. Especially if you are pale irish like us. Waking up groggy, face down on the carpet with Kevin's grinning face over my nudging me with his boot.

"Wake up Sleeping Princess...It was all just a dream...." he was grinning. I think people try to make jokes at times when they are supposed to be strict as some way to not feel so bad about what they are doing. Like if I will just laugh at their pun, it will make them not a weird 40 year old guy standing over a teenager kicking her buttcheek lightly watching it jiggle until she wakes up.

We are both heavy sleepers. It used to be when school time rolled around, I'd sleep til my mom came in and screamed bloody murder, then I'd say I am sick and roll over. She would go lay back down and come back twenty minutes later and yell again and we'd repeat this until at some point I was about late for the bus, through on some school clothes, straighten my hair, heavy mascara (yeah I guess I used to be a "Scene kid") and then I'd haul ass to the bus stop missing breakfast and complaining.

More often than not though, I'd either be late for the bus, or my mom would give up waking me up and go back to sleep herself and so having an absence problem I'd failed 7th grade already and I wasn't even sure if I was passing 8th grade this year to be perfectly and completely honest.

The first thing, I had to take a massive morning piss, but I knew before we could even do that, I was supposed to get into affirmation position only after being told I can.

"Can we, please sir?" I felt like I was playing mother may I.

"Can you please what, punkin?" Kevin grinned.

"Can we please tell you our affirmations so we can start our day?"

"I dunno, can you?" he laughed at his own joke, but no one else did. Then he told us to take the position.

Mom went first, hers was better than mine, more practiced, like she thought it out. I fumbled mine, it went like this...

"Kevin and Sheila, thank you ever so much for giving up your time to supervise us, thoughtless bitches. It is preferable to the Garcias. I am so glad for another day with you looking up our asses and laughing at us, its going to be just the best day evar!"

Apparently all of them, including my mom could see right through my sarcasm. This was my first 'correction'.

Bent over Sheila's knee with a flyswatter at first, it didn't do anything at all to my butt, so she quickly switched to her hand. Twenty HARD slaps to my ass and my next affirmation sound liked this through gritted teeth and tears.

"Sir and Ma'am,..thank you for the attitude correction, I've not been spanked, well never like that, I can tell you, I am a lying bitch just like Joy, and I do not expect you to believe me, but believe me when I say THANK YOU, for opening my eyes to see who is the boss. I appreciate your time and wisdom this morning and look forward to complying with my trainers instructions, so that you do not need to spank me again today."

I really meant it. I guess for a moment there, I was starting to see how sudden pain and adrenalin from the shock, the humiliation of it, actually did affect me.

Anyway, I really had to piss like a race horse, so the "Forgotten" demo being up first was actually a bit of a relief.

We were to first ask "May we please be permitted to shit and piss, Sir?" and when given permission get the bowls we eat out of. Then squat over them, squeeze cheese and piss into them.

It was explained this was because using the toilet like normal people is something we took for granted, and that even something as simple as that should be uncomfortable and humbling because we were too prideful.

It was pretty gross, especially when Joy farted and I missed the bowl with my stream.

Then we were to say we were finished, ask permission to clean it out (in the toilet of all places) and bring back spotless bowls for their inspection after we washed them out. We were to air dry until the shower (ick! crusty butt!)

Thats all before we served ate. They had taken our food, so there was none for them to eat. Kevin made a joke he'd bring booty music next time so he'd have something to watch while we ate, we could shake our asses, and his wife didn't say 'hay, thats too much' like I kind of hoped.

I ate as fast as I could, I had a habit of not finishing my food and I couldn't bring myself to really eat all of the oatmeal even with Joy's insistence that I would need it. I just guess she is right when she says I waste my food. It's like that last few slices of bread in a loaf, I never could eat those either or finish a bowl of soup. Psychological?

Then the grooming, and after they were both satisfied they said "good...I've got instructions to cut your circuit breaker here...so your hot water heater won't be working and we won't waste electricity for you to stay up allnight chit-chatting or whatever...you can get some sleep at night...if you want to see during the day, you can just open these curtains....." he said as he flung the curtains open.

"Sir, didn't say we had to leave them open?" my mom asked, failing to register a complaint about the electricity (and our internet) being gone, I guess she knew that was coming.

"No..no he didn't but I figured you two wouldn't mind if everyone saw you for what you are?"


My mom paused "I um....agree with you Sir...but, well..." he laughed and said "suit yourself, sit in the dark with no air conditioning...it is summer time though...oh did he tell you about the pool?"

"Yes Sir, he did"

I hadn't been told though.

"I can't wait for that, come get me before you leave, so I can walk you up there...how ever am I going to keep Wayne from checking out his two favorite neighbors down at the pool?" he grinned at his wife who seemed a little disturbed as well.

She told us she'd bring us both a towel (ours were removed) that we can wear to knock on the door, over our swimming suits and then do whatever we want after we get to the community pool. (This being a converted motel, the community pool is still pretty much eyeshot and the center of everything in the parking lot).


Part Eight: Dirty Pool

"OMG!"

That was all I could say as my mom showed me the butt floss bikinis we were supposed to wear to the pool.

"You know I hate the pool...you know I don't tan... I don't feel good, this sucks"

"I know all of those things and I also know I can't MAKE you do it, but you remember the spanking?"

"Sure, bring it on..I'd rather that, then to walk outside in the hot sun, sweat my ass off, and have everyone see me in this."

I could tell all my excuses were frustrating her, she'd usually just scream and holler and we'd have a hissing match and ultimately I'd get my way or she'd get her way. Here we were unable to just butt heads and she was not sure how to deal with anyone she couldn't just butt heads with.

"Look, I am going down to the pool, there are a few things we have to do down there today, and they have to be documented...to show we are serious...I'd really LIKE it if you came with me, and I think you can even have some fun with it, if you don't take it too seriously."

"OMG!!" I gave her back another five minutes of my best excuses. There had been a lot of sluts down at the pool. I think I am one of the few virgins at my school, even though I like to talk tough, so skimpy bikinis were not totally out of the ordinary on girls my age or my moms.

However, this wasn't a bikini as much as it was just a cord that somehow pulled between your camel toe and rested in the notch of your butthole. The top was even worse with at least a quarter inch of her nipples on all sides being on display.

"These are pretty over the top, aren't they?" she laughed as she tried to make herself ready in the dark bathroom of our apartment.

"Uh... I am naked and I feel like I have on more than you, mom"

"You aren't supposed to call me that."

"I know but its just us."

"Yes, but when we get to Arkansas next week, you can get punished if you do, and I can get punished if I accidentally answer to it, and after close to fifteen years, I've pretty much programmed myself to turn my head anytime I hear you snap "Mom!..so please just practice Joy, its for our own good that we answer to new names and let the old ones go...now can you see my actual butthole when I bend over?"

This wasn't a totally ludicrous question for us. Having one bathroom for two females, we had always shared it, when she'd be doing her hair and I'd be using the bathroom or vise verse as I got older, we weren't exactly holding any secrets now.

"Yes, I can...it looks like about like you have a string in the middle of a purple quarter..."

"Gross, Toy" she said, but smiling as if she admired my straight forward answer. "Hmm....maybe I should go call our Trainer and tell him this suit is just too small to be done.."

"Wearing what? This is the only clothes we have..."

"well, I've got the towel..."

"It just fits around the waist, not the top..I already checked it out.." she smiled.

We both contemplated the consequences of asking if we could have slightly larger bathing suits. I wasn't even going though, although I was already thinking about it.

"Look, just tell them I was a chicken...I don't want to go, its too hot, I have no suntan lotion..."

"Oh there is suntan lotion, its um...part of todays dare."

"Dare?" I perked up.

"Dare". She said. Then she proceeded to explain the "Rent" system.


Part Nine: Rent!

In most power exchange, it flows one way. "Do it" and "Yes Sir" and that is it. A very boring and almost mechanical and robotic one sided transaction. We were going to have some rules that really were just that, "Do it" and "Yes Sir", that much was made painfully obvious to me.

However, to get us to really own the consequences of our actions and to measure our contribution to our new household, a "Rent" system was being used.

Rented, because even in the short term he 'owned' our asses, and we were paying "Rent" on those lily white asses back to our Owner to be maintained this way. Fed, what little clothing we got, what little priveledges, all of that was what we were paying for.

Not with money, no. We weren't to be trusted with money. We had abused it, used it recklessly, couldn't save it, couldn't hang on to it, squandered it, no not money.

Instead, they called it "Scooby Snacks". I had to earn 400 a month and my mom had to earn 2,000.

If we failed to make our rent, we'd have to pay a consequence something called a "Hell Day", I'd find out about those soon enough I was told, but they would make these regular days just serving and being naked seem like treats by comparison.

There were three ways to make rent.

1. Turn over one dollar to the house from a job or something. If we contribute a dollar of earnings, it counts towards the rent and thats a good thing. I was also told that Master would be putting aside a portion of those dollars for me to start a life when I turn 18 based on how well we did.

2. Peform a "Dare", a "Dare" was something our Trainer may think up on the fly, could be a bet, apparently going down to the pool today, some of this had to do with these dares. We could politely decline, with the understanding though that if we were too chicken shit to do the dares we needed to earn rent then our ass was in the fire at the end of the month in "Hell Days".

Dares could either be for any amount Master thinks up, or there were "Standard Dares". A "standard dare" pays 10 scoobies for "Gold", 5 scoobies for "Silver" and 1 scoobie for "Bronze" (and none for gooseeggs). Apparently, he'd be the judge of how well we did on the dare (so it wasn't just pass/fail).


3. "The List", Master (our new Trainer who we had yet to meet) was going to present me with a list of things he could demand off the list. These were hard things, difficult. Joy's list was longer because she had more experience (I was almost disappointed when I first heard that but I had yet to see what was on the list). The list was sort of a built in set of limits. If we made rent already before the end of the month we could politely decline or treat it like a dare, however I was told it wasn't likely we'd make rent til towards the end of the month.


There was also a 'priveledges list' and we'd be able to buy from the priveledges some rare treats every now and then, just to remind ourselves of what we gave up, if we had spare 'scoobies'. However, my mom told me not to fall for him offering everytime, that we were supposed to be learning to budget and live within our means.

For every 100 scoobies we miss from the rent, thats one full "Hell Day" to make up. I wasn't sure yet what that meant exactly, but I could tell if what was going on so far seemed easy compared to it, that wasn't going to be fun.

My mom explained that the system was in place, like a dial on a car dashboard. If he is not giving us enough opportunity to contribute or we are simply not pulling our weight, then there is a problem. If in three months of the trial we fail to make rent everytime, he will most likely not keep us.

She told me my rent would go up as I reached new "Phases" of training and demonstrated mastery of what I learned so far. That in her case, if she makes more than 1,000 a month for three months they will raise her rent to the average of all three months and if she makes less than a 1000 for three months a row they will lower it to the average, this way it kind of automatically adjusts.

My mom was SUCKY at math, I never went to her for math homework (I actually tricked Wayne into doing it for a while before she booted him from coming over a few months earlier). So it surprised me that there was this whole little system of dares.

I was told that I probably won't understand all the 'ins and outs' but that once we get there to Arkansas he was going to make sure we got it before we could start our training. That for now, earning dares was our way of catching up a little early before the first month started.

"So you we can either be lazy bitches and pass up an opportunity to work on this for our own good, or like greedy little whores we can take the dares, play his games, and actively participate in what becomes of us..."

Her logic was good, begrudgingly I put on the buttfloss careful to wedge the cord between my ass cheeks.


Part Ten: The long walk and the hot ass...

Joy here taking over this part. These bikinis really were too small for reason. The bottoms were nuzzled between my cunt lips and resting on my asshole and the top, I did my best but my nipples were just too fat.

I had been too aggressive buying these, this was way too far. I felt like the person who ordered the big 40 ounce steak and suddenly lost their appetite. Wrapping the towels around our heineys we 'pinky swore' for good luck (an inside joke) and walked out into the daylight.

I should say that in the two years we've lived in this dump, we've NEVER gone to the pool and thats pretty much all there is to do here for recreation. The motel is about 22 units, and it wraps around the pool which is also it's office. I am pretty sure we were not even street legal once the wraps come off, and I was starting to wonder if I'd gone too far with this, or not far enough?

Second guessing myself was not my nature, I had always been so cock sure of myself, how was I ever going to get through this? No time to think about it, already knocking on Kevin and Sheila's door, they were having WAY too much fun at our expense. I put on a fake smile for when he opened the door.

"Smiling doesn't look right on you...It's like seeing someone without their glasses, missing your scowl" Sheila said as she looked us up and down and then sort of gave a 'laugh'.

"Well Ma'am, I am going to try to keep a positive outlook and sunny disposition about all this, you know sort of try to look on the bright side."

"Can it, sunshine" she said not buying what I was saying for a minute. "Hand over the towels before you your get buttsweat all over them."she said as Kevin and Wayne walked to the door. I gave her a look like "But you said...." but she just smiled "you have on bottoms, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Well hand over the towel, before you stink em up..."

She was clearly quoting something I had said to Wayne back when I was teasing him before about sitting on our beanbag chair. He wasn't sweating, I was just being a little mean spirited.

We handed her the towels and both mens eyes went straight for our crotches. Wayne couldn't help himself he said "Camel Toe!!"

His dad corrected him "Thats the whole foot, son. Put your tongue back in your mouth though, we've got to walk them to their place, lock it up and then see that they get straight to the pool and don't chicken out."

We were trying to walk behind them to show defference, but it seemed the two of them suddenly wanted to walk behind us. I got it and I did my best to walk the sauntering sexy walk I was practicing without any heels, lifting up on the balls of my feet and setting my foot down so my ass would sway.

It was easier without looking them in the eye, while they were behind us. He locked our door and said "This way you won't sneak back in before your 2 hours is up."

Toy whined "Two HOURS?" she didn't know it was going go on so long. "We'll burn up"

Joy said "They want us to suffer, and think about how we made other people's lives unpleasent..."I didn't want to say too much because nothing had been explained to Wayne to my knowledge. I just pointed out that Kevin would kindly give us some suntan lotion after we get there.

Walking on bare feet across the pavement slowly to the pool, it now became apparent to me that on such a hot day, this really was where most everyone who lived at the apartments went to relax and cool off. I could already see Joy's friends giggling and pointing as we walked up, they probably would have even if we werent in such skimpy bikinis just because we were so pale and probably looked nervous and out of place.

As they guided us over to two lawnchairs, Kevin said "I talked to your Trainer, and he said I was supposed to sit here and make you two ask me nicely for a dab of suntan lotion, tell you where you can apply it....and then watch, until you get fully covered...its such a nice day though, and I think you had some things to say to Wayne, that well Wayne would you like to do it?"

Wayne face lit up. "Can you keep a secret from your mom?" he asked him seriously.

"What about you two sluts? Are you going to tell Sheila?"

I don't know why I said this, but I said"You know we are natural liars Sir, we are supposed to try to tell the truth if she asks..." maybe it was just that I didn't want Wayne to be all goofy like he was being already at this.

"Dammit, make up your mind, you want to keep secrets, or you don't?" I know he was hinting about the blowjobs I'd been giving him, but he couldn't say anything in mixed company. Alright lay flat on your back then...I've got a better idea...."


He then creamed out "SLUT" on both of our backs in suntan lotion and said "Lay just like that...if anyone comes up, don't stop them from touching you or messing with you, even if they pour water on you...."


Then he and his son left. We laid there, and an old man did spend a little time standing over us. I could tell he could see my butthole while I laid on my belly in between the buttfloss bikini. I just asked him "Do you like the view sir?" and he cleared out. Some others hit us with water guns but when they failed to get a rise out of us, they left us alone.

I told Toy "technically, we don't have to do what he says on certain things...if someone had come up and started really touching us, but I wasn't going to tell him that and get him upset, we need him til the end of the week."


"Why?"

"To supervise us, and let us in."

"yes, but why do we really need him, couldn't we do this ourselves?" she asked. She was facing me flat on the lawn chair and I could feel my back starting to burn just like I am sure hers was too.

"No...I have been tempted several times to cheat, and I was pretty much ready to come down to the pool by myself if you weren't going to come, so I know I can't boss you around, that'd be the opposite of me giving up authority, to try to take authority over someone else..."

"So technically, you are not the boss of me any more?"

"More than technicaly, once we get to arkansas, I have to give up parental authority, he'll be your gaurdian, so he can go to parent teacher conferences and stuff when this goes permanent."

"are you not going to be my mother anymore?"

"well, like we talked about..."

"It's a yes or no question" she got serious.

"Its not as black and white, yes I will be your birth mother, but no I won't have mother level authority. I am giving up my priveledges, those include the rights to tell other people how to live..."

"But you decided for me, that I have to live like you.."

"Well, I arrived at that decision after carefully considering all the options before I gave up my authority....we have to make the best of this...plus, if people find out we are mother daughter, some of them are going to have a little fun with my discomfort serving next to you...its already weird"

"Weird how so?" Toy asked almost innocently, but she knew.

"Weird, as in I have to spread your butt cheeks and shave your ass..."

"You changed my diapers when I was little..."

"Yah, lot of times, and this morning I saw you drop a turd into a cereal bowl that said 'alpha-bits' on it....but you mean its not weird to you?"

"I guess so...you mentioning it makes it even weirder..."

I let the topic drop. When they came back, the word slut was white, while the rest of our back had turned lobster red. Wayne and Kevin were laughing and Kevin went to get himself a pepsi out of the machine.

I smiled "Having fun?" to Wayne who was laughing at our expense.

"Why do you call my Dad Sir and not me?"

"Okay, having fun Sir?"

He was shocked I actually did it. "Look, I am sorry I yelled at you when you were at my house, that was really an assy thing to do, it wasn't your fault, it was an accident you spilled your food."

He had totally forgotten about that "Oh yeah...I remember that...."

"Do you want to know why we are out here doing this?" I asked him plainly

"Not really" he said. I was shocked, I would definitely have been curious.

When Kevin came back with his ice cold pepsi, he asked "Would you girls like a drink of this?"

We both resisted, it had only been a few days since this began and I wasn't going to crack yet, we both politely declined to drink after he had backwashed into it.

"Too bad...its nice and cold" he said trying to tempt us, taking another swing and acting satisfied. "Do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave?"

"No sir, I can wait until we get home to be superivised" if that is what he was hinting at, I was not going to fall for asking for special favors.

"I wasn't going to let you in your dank stinky little apartment, it's time for you to come to our place and clean up...there are stalls in the mens bathrooms, so you'd have some privacy..."

The dirty pervert was hinting that I blow him at the pool bathroom, "What would Toy do, while you supervise me...."

"He could...." he was about to suggest supervise her, but he thought better of it. "You both come in with me...you know I talked to your owner about scoobies and after today, I am not sure I can suggest you get a gold medal....you weren't very accomodating, Toy..I didn't see you smile or shake your ass at any of the guys here..."

"I was tuning them out..." she said. I recognized these boys from her bus stop and some of them would invite her over. She'd pretend she knows/cares about HALO or some videogame to seem super cool.

"How about I take you into the bathroom, take your suits home with me, and you get home after dark and knock on the door for your gold medal..." he said, suggesting something that would take about 6 hours for dark to arrive and several hours waiting in the mens bathroom naked.

"Uh...Sir, thats a bit much....let's go do what you had in mind, in the stalls...as quickly as we can, so we can get back to your place and finish our cleaning, okay?"

"Bossy...bossy.." he said shaking his head at me, and he was right, I still wasn't buying into the reality of this, but then he wasn't a real 'Master'........

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