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



Domestic Disipline
by Amanda Serve




Part Eleven: The Big Give Away

Don't ask me how we got through it, but some how we made it through the first few days of the week without panic setting in.

Wayne and all of Toy's friends had figured out she had new rules by this point. Her girlfriends are what I call “Friendemies”. Its sort of where your closest friends are also your rivals.

With boys its much simpler, they don't like a kid, they just don't hang out with them. In girls cases, it's a lot more complex. You want their boyfriend, not because you like him, but because you don't want her to have him, or perhaps its a little of both. Hard to say.

Anyway, to say the least, the general attitude about her new form of dress and manners ranged from (mostly boys) saying “Wow, thats awesome” to (mostly girls) saying “Wow, you are an attention whore skank”. I think we may have even started a fad at the pool, with a couple girls showing up in not quite as skimpy a suit, but definitely a little competitive.

Sheila and Kevin had taken photos and dutifully called Master everyday, they seemed to be having fun with this and they didn't want to end. They spanked our butts a few time, but Kevin was careful never to lay a hand himself on Toy. That was not for wanting I am sure, she was pretty much full grown, I think it was just he was afraid of what Sheila would do if she found out.

He didn't seem to worry so much about the risk of getting his dick sucked, before the end of it, he'd graduated to fingering my butthole and tugging my pussy lips. I would have had actual sex with him if'd he'd had the courage to say he wanted, but I think even in my submissive state I was still a little like the caged panther and I intimidate people. Thats just my high strung/hard ass nature and attitude.

Before the week was all over, Master was already wanting other people to report on us, because he felt that we could have gotten to Kevin and Sheila and they may be sympathetic towards us and lying on our behalf. I can't imagine how that would be the case, but I had to ask a friend from where I used to work before I quit the final week before this was to begin to verify us.

I also chickened out with telling my own Mom about it. I sent her a lengthy email saying we were going to Arkansas for a new life and that we were going to miss her, and that we'd have a conversation when she/if she came to visit us. I knew that I'd be punished for that later when Sir found out I didn't invite her over, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it on my own, not have the same conversation I'd had with Kevin and Sheila for sure.

By the final weekend before our bus trip was to begin, it was time to begin giving away our stuff. We were supposed to get 50 scoobies each if the house was 'near empty' by Kevin, his wife and our new chaperone from my work's estimation.

We were given permission to wear clothes and our slut box of clothes/stuff we were taking with us was safely at Kevin's place. A large poster was placed on the door and I wrote in sharpie

“The Women of this apartment have not taken care of their stuff, they have taken it for granted, and they are moving, Come in and take what you want, you don't have to knock, the door is unlocked.”

I was so nervous.

At first nothing happened, we sat in our apartment without electricity on the floor, but at least we had on skirts and tank tops.

After about an hour, the door creaked open and it was some dirty old man I'd seen at the laundromat a time or two and given the evil eye too. He was crusty and old. I smiled and said “Come on in, Sir” standing up.

I felt like perhaps I should give him the tour of the place or something. It was just a small one bedroom, there wasn't much furniture here, we weren't permitted to sit on our bean bag chair or one folding chair, and we just had a comforter in the floor we slept with (no pillow).

“This poster is serious? You are just giving things away?”

“Yes Sir”

He seemed unsure, like there was a catch. He looked around our place, seemingly disgusted. He took some of our knives, our (USED) toothbrushes (for what purpose I have no idea) and our toilet paper. All of it.

We hadn't been using it anyway, because we were expected to shower every time we went to the bathroom this past week. Still it felt like a violation. I waved as he left and said “Y'all come back now hear?” in a fake sweet southern accent.

Toy and I laughed “Creee---eepppy” she said and then pointed out, he'd be that caretaker on scooby doo who 'would have got away with it, if it wasn't for your meddling kids'. I laughed and we both sort of thought about our scooby snack issue.

People started coming more frequently, sometimes we'd have three people or more. They took our computer and our old TV set first, soon there wasn't much left at all, the ratty comforter was even gone, so now we had nothing to really snuggle with at night.

Toy asked me while we spent the day waiting for someone to show up “Do you still love me, Mom?”

I laughed “Honestly, its gonna be an ass-whooping if you don't say Joy and yes, I do, as much as I can love anyone.”

“Your right, JOY” she said emphasizing my new name. “I love you too, I am scared though...this is starting to seem like not a joke”

“It's not a joke. If it was a joke would I give away all our stuff?”

“Hah, this crap? Goodwill wouldn't even take it.. I am shocked people took plastic spoons and old taco bell sauce packs...this wasn't much to lose” she said and I nodded.

“Thats true, but it still felt weird giving it up...kind of freeing, really..out with the old shit, the old baggage...”

Part Twelve: Come on Ride the Train, Ride it...(actually the Bus)

Toy here, back again to tell you what happened. I'm sure you can imagine that Kevin and Sheila really didn't want to see us go, they had enjoyed us cleaning up for them, and in the end we even hugged them (and Wayne) goodbye. Not just to give him an awkward “Woodie” either, but genuinely felt like we were leaving something behind.

The Bus Ride, was somewhat uneventful. We were expected to wear our short skirts and tank tops, not talk to anyone and call in nightly. We were on a budget for food and told we could enjoy cheeseburger, pizza, whatever wanted within our budget (which was like fifty bucks), get a last taste of what we were to be giving up when we got there. I tell you I really did start to appreciate even fast food at a bus stop.

We had about two bags, mostly the clothes we thought would be permitted at their house, the camera with the film in it of our dirty deeds and dares the past week and our birth certificate and social security.

When we pulled into “Memphis” at the Bus Station, this would be our last stop. This is where we were getting off and starting our new life, they'd drive us back across Arkansas border and the discipline was going to begin for real.

I hugged my mom, and said “I love you” and she said “I love you too....be strong.”. My mom had smoked a cigarette a few hours ago at the last stop and we both had an iced coffee to 'calm our nerves' but it was already wearing off for both of us.

As I stepped off the bus, I could see them standing there, they had a sign it read “Toy and Joy” and when we walked up with goofy smiles on their face, Master Robert flipped it to say “Two Random Sluts” as part of his 'joke' at our expense.

I wanted to hug them, or something but they just stood there like they weren't sure this was for real..then there was an awkward pause and we all hugged again.

Master Robert was tall and thin with short brown hair and glasses. In my mind, I had pictured some sort of 6'4” bald headed muscle man who blew smoke out of his nose like a bull or something.

Linda his 'slave' was a brunette with soft eyes but she looked at us with disgust, and kind of made me think of someone a TV show would cast as the “Mom” for a sitcom. She reminded me a bit of an English Teacher. You could see she was wearing a necklace that was her 'collar', as opposed to the dog collars we were both sporting, ours were actual leather with fake studs and all that jazz.

“Where is um...Jordan?” I asked. I had been pretty lazy with the Sirs after the first few days back home, he quickly corrected me “How did you address us?” “I am sorry Sir, I am new to this..”

“Already with the excuses, she is your daughter isn't she?”

“Yes Sir” my mom answered “She is a lot like me”

“Well she won't be for long...” he said completely ignoring my question about Jordan “We are going to check your bags and you out in the car, and then run through the drive-through for some food, it's late and we've got a big day tomorrow. We are both off work, so we can sit down and go over this entire thing.”

We walked behind them to the car and he grabbed our bags from us and dumped them on the ground abruptly, I am sure he had planned that little bit of cruelty to impress us. “Pick up each item, one at a time and I will tell you if it can go back into the bag”

“yes sir” Joy started to bend. He reached out and hit her on the bottom with his hand. “Bend over with legs fully spread, so that if someone walks past they will see your fat ass, and you will each take turns...if any of you picks up an item that shouldn't be in the bag I am going to flip up your skirt here in the parking lot.”

“Sir...I thought....we wouldn't be required to get naked in public...that was more of a...”

He cut her off and said “Fine, its a standard dare, do you want to earn your scoobies, then get to bending like a good little slut”

I was still a little confused about why I should care about the scoobies. I mean, it's like a month away and I only have to earn 400, thats like I dunno, 10 a day, right? However, I agreed to play our game.

We got a few sidelong glances from people as they walked to their cars in the parking lot and we just tried to tune them out as we stood there, legs apart, bending at the waist to get our stuff and put it back in the bag. Finally it came to a hair straigtener, we weren't sure if he'd say yes we could keep it.

“Are you girls scared to pick it up?” he asked

“A little...sir.”

“Its the last thing and it's your turn, Toy...pick it up..”

I bent and got it, he lifted my skirt as I was doing it and said “You little manipulating bitches waited til the last second to get the one item I would have found questionable, something for your vanity...well played” dropping the skirt a few seconds later “I can tell you are going to be crafty....at least you were smart enough to not wear panties...how about bras?”

“No bra sir” I said confidently. I had gotten used to SLEEPING in my bra before this began, now I was expected to let my puppies jiggle free.

“I should take you at your word?”

“Um....”

“Get in the car and remove your shirts and hand them up to the front..you can lay down flat in the backseat while we drive home...”

“But...sir, you said we were going through the drive through?”

“Oh my gawd, are you going to be such a stick in the mud about everything? I suppose your precious titties are too good for the eyes of some body who works for minimum wage slinging burgers?”

“No sir, its not that” as we sat in the car and pulled our tank tops over our heads “As you can see no bra..it's just I thought in our agreement, we had to be street legal in public places....”

“I see your point, no reason to get arrested carting around two pigs without shirts...fine you can put the tops on when we order, until then lay face down on your fat bellies, with your hands on your butt cheeks so that Linda can keep an eye on your idle hands while we drive. You are going to learn the proper procedures for being transported, so right now I am just testing you to see your willingness to please”

“Thank you for testing us Sir, it's just that I thought the boundaries..”

He cut my mom off before she could finish yet another of her protests. “Yes...yes, boundaries, we've got a detailed contract for you to read on video tape when we get home, it covers everything and then some, accidental death, paternity, rent, rules, restrictions, the devil himself couldn't have come up with a more iron clad and inclusive contract. You girls should appreciate my efforts to make sure that you
both understood fully what your asses have signed up for...and what the goals are.”

Part Thirteen: The House

True to his word, Master let us dress right before pulling in to pick up his food. He also did not order for us (and that was made abundantly clear to us). We were pretty hungry from the trip, but I guess my stomach had shrunk a little because it didn't break me up.

“Something to get used too” I thought back about all the times I had left a half eaten hamburger on my plate.

The drive was long and they didn't talk to us, and so we just kept our faces pressed into the backseat and our hands flat on our butts where they could be seen. I had for the dozenth time questioned could this really be happening? I started to fantasize about running away or some other option beside the discipline and humiliation that awaited me at our new home, but at the same time this nagging part of me realized my Mom would then be alone.

It's not that I cared about my mom like some dutiful daughter who puts others above herself, it's just well, we'd always been 'partners in crime' in a sense, she raised me, and I guess at 14, I just wasn't sure if I could make it on my own. Besides, I gathered they lived way out in the boondocks of Arkansas, where exactly was I going to go?

When he finally pulled into his drive way I heard him say “Okay, you bitches were good, you didn't talk or pester us on the drive out here, I guess that week of easy training has paid off by getting you in the mood to not be such spoiled brats. Bring your bags inside and strip naked in the living room, and hurry your fat asses up...” He said almost casually as the two of them exited the car and went inside.

I asked my mom “Are you sure you want to go in?”

There was a pause “I had thought about chickening out....but we've come this far, your friends all know we agreed to get taken down a notch, there isn't much to go back too....will you give it until next Saturday, before we make up our minds if we can't do this?”

“I'll...think about it” I said as I sat up “Let's get our 'fat' asses in there' I put the emphasis on fat ironically since I actually thought I had a tiny little butt.

We walked in to his place, it was much cleaner smelling than our place, much more spacious. A nice three bedroom house in the suburbs, well decorated. It felt like we were undressing on the set of the Cosby show, as we set our clothes on the ground he came walking back in to the living room with a cup of Tea.

“You bitches know why you are here?”

“Yes Sir”

He stood there motionless, as if expecting us to answer why. I broke the awkward silence “Because we don't listen, Sir.”

“If it was just that you don't listen, I doubt all of this would be necessary, don't you? I mean you are standing naked in the living room of a person who is a stranger to you.”

“Yes Sir....you are right” I said.

“Oh whats that?” He cut me off, a smile spread across his face, and he got in my face, but I didn't show any sign of being scared, I wasn't ready to give him that satisfaction. “Let me hear that again?”

“What?”

“What, Sir.....let me hear what you just said!” he corrected and I repeated myself. He stomped his foot as if he just heard the gospel and was born again. “It feels so good to hear that, I've been told all about how you two laugh at others misfortune, all the while living like two trashy, shallow, insufferable bitches...your former Mother told me all about how she was SOO used to being right and getting her way even when she wasn't right, and how that tradition had been passed on to you...even when she knew better....knew she didn't like what she saw in the mirror, she let you get away with whatever you wanted....now, you are already accepting I am right! Hallelujah......so tell me, why are you here?”

I sucked in a breath of air as I thought for a moment and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. “We are here to be treated the way we treated others, to made to physically and mentally suffer embarrassment so we are no longer prideful bitches, who take everything handed to us for granted, we'll earn our keep and be put to a better use, according to our place in your house?” it was basically what we talked about on the bus ride and before. It seemed to make him happy.

“Do you see the video camera?” Linda was holding a camera in the living room and we both nodded.

“I need you to answer my questions, you dumb sluts....”

“Yes Sir!” we both responded crisply.

“There is the door....you can put your clothes back on and leave at any time. Do either of you want to leave?”

“No Sir”

“Did you come here of your own free will?”

“Yes Sir” my mom said, I was a little slower, but I said it too. I just wasn't sure if it had really been my choice. He didn't push the issue though.

“You consent to you and your daughter being maintained naked here?” he asked my mom and she answered yes sir, and he asked her why.

“It is your rules, Sir” she answered, but he wasn't content with just that. He told her he wanted to know why the two of us would be naked. “There are several reasons Sir, to amuse you and your guests, to teach us that our place is to be one with modesty or privacy, because...there is no reason to get good clothes sweaty while we do hard work, and waste them on sluts who don't appreciate the things we once took for granted....to keep an eye on us so we don't try to steal..”

“Thats right, good job slut....now, why should I worry that you may steal in particular?”

“Because we are both dishonest sluts, who would lie, cheat and steal if it benefited us, without someone being vigilant over us.”. I hadn't really stolen anything since I was little and even then it was bubble gum. My mom reminded me of a time we were in a store and she caught me with some bubble gum palmed in my hand when I was six and made me put it back. When she went up to pay, the person rang up the bubble gum and she said “No my daughter put it back”, but he just said “Other hand”. I had a second bubble gum for when the first one was taken away. There was a time when we thought that was particularly clever.

“So you consent to you and your daughter being searched on a regular basis?

“yes sir”

“Do you give me parental consent to decide over your daughter?”

“Yes Sir, I will sign over permanent custodial parental rights when this goes permanent, and for the duration of the trial I give you authority over her, because I have given up authority over me, according to the limits of our agreement.” He pointed out that “IF” this goes permanent was the right way to look at it, and asked us if we were ready to be inspected right now. We both said Yes Sir.

At first, while standing at attention he had us hold open our mouths. He started on our hair “This hair is not clean..you'll be shampooing it in the morning...” He made verbal notes to Linda. He dug his finger into my ear and said “Typical...ear wax...not acceptable.”

He had me stick out my tongue and caught it with his fingers and held it. “You've probably stuck your tongue out at old men and teachers, all your life, just about every photo I saw of you and your mom before this was some sour face....now your tongue's purpose is to amuse others....wiggle it.” He seemed impressed I could wiggle it still and let it go sharply.

He looked into my nostrils “Clean” he remarked, checked my tear-ducts for little eye-boogers, and then moving down to our chests, pinched my nipples. This was the first time I'd been touched by a male really except for a few times at the pool the week before during some dares, and those were friends of mine I was begging for suntan lotion. My mom sucked in air a little harder than I expected.

“Does this bother you? Me pinching Toy's nipples?”

“No sir” she lied, and when prompted for why “Because, it was agreed that we've used our boobs to get our way with men, and they should now be an object of their amusement...and that in order to properly inspect a slut, it is necessary to check the sensitivity, and hardness of her nipples....” she said almost clinically.

He did not spend much time on our bellies and back muscles, just slid his hand down and asked “And what about cunts and asses?”

I knew the answer, but it was the first time she said it “It is, necessary to check a slut's cunt to make sure she isn't aroused by this kind of treatment, because only a wicked bitch would be turned on by being kept this way.......and our asses, to make sure we do not have any poop in our asses....”

“Shit....ladies, go poop....you take huge shits......” He corrected “Why should I care if you have to take a shit?” He asked rhetorically.

Joy answered “If our asshole is unclean or stinky it may not amuse our owner, and...because we may ask to be permitted to shit, when we should be doing our work..so it is important that we have fully emptied ourselves when given approval.”

“Did you let Kevin inspect you and Toy when you were in Carolina?” (our old apartments).

“No sir..I did not trust his motives.”

“Do you think my motives are pure?”

She answered honestly “Not entirely Sir, I know that a teenage girl's body is tempting and you may be aroused and amused by it, and I must learn to be okay with that and not stingy with our affection or attention any longer.”

Bend Over. Is all he said.

Part Fourteen: “The Big Why”

The position “Bend Over” is where a slut grabs her ankles (or as close as she can) by bending at the waist and looks up. He pulled apart my dry pussy lips and I could feel myself involuntarily getting wet.

“Ah moist...good, the slut thinks this is fine, right?”

“Yes Sir” I lied.

“I feel the hymen” he said as he probed around inside of me. “Surprising, I thought for sure you'd wasted it on a hair brush or some trailer trash snot rag....weren't you dating two or three boys at once?”

“Well some through instant messenger, Sir....online”

“Yes...online relationships...that way you can just hit 'block' when you are done with them?”

“SOME...thing...like that Sir” I said, emphasizing “SOME” only because he had stuck a finger into my pooper.

“Tight little asshole...ever had anything in it before?”

“Just shit, Sir” I said, hating to be so vulgar but at the same time kind of embracing it.

“I can tell..I feel two little turd balls floating around in there....don't worry, you'll be getting a chance to shit later tonight....open up” He said meaning my mouth and without realizing what he was about to do, he slipped his finger into my mouth and said “Good, clean off your filth....before I do your former mom and sister slave.....”

He continued to talk to me as he probed her “I heard one of the boys was a black kid...Dee, tell me about him?” while I stayed in the “Bend Over” position but his attention was on my Mother.

“A lot of my school is black, Dee was popular...but he dressed kind of white, skinny jeans, ironic t-shirts...I just dated him because he was popular....”

“Do you think you are hot enough for the most popular boy at school?”

“I didn't say MOST popular, just that he was...and no Sir, I am not hot...just, you know..white girls get an automatic bonus with black guys kinda..” I was trying not to sound racist by saying that we thought on a scale of 1-10, you get kind of a +3 with black guys if you are a white girl.

“Only trashy white sluts in Arkansas will date black guys, its not looked upon so good here....are you a trashy white slut?”

A rhetorical question if I ever heard one, as I stood in his living room totally naked, grabbing my ankles, having just cleaned my own doop off his finger, next to my mother. “Yes Sir, I am a white slut.”

“Do you think that I can teach you to be more than that, by treating you this way?” He asked as he ordered Linda to pan around and take video of our “pale white asses”.

“I don't know Sir...I'd think this would just encourage me to be a slut?” I answered honestly.

“That is a good answer, tonight we are going to go over the training plan for you and your former mother, and demonstrate how things are to be done here....each lesson you will have an opportunity to ask questions and by the end, if you think this training will not help you, I want you to tell me, understood?”

“If I say I don't think it will help, will I have an alternative to living this way?”

“There are always alternatives” he said, but failed to elaborate.

When he was satisfied with the inspection, he had us kneel on the floor in a relaxed position at his feet while Linda continued to video tape. He went over what he called “The Big Why”, why we were there. He went into detail about all the things my mom had told him that we both did. How we manipulated, how we used others, how we didn't feel guilt or remorse for using others, for wasting things, and it was I have to admit all very true.

He then went into how having structured domestic discipline can turn a willfull bitch who is encouraged and permitted to get away with the things we have by society into good women. That Linda and her daughter Jordan were not like us, they respected men, were polite and trustworthy and thats why even though they had rules, it was not like ours. We were to meet Jordan in the morning and we were to be on our best behavior with her, but they wanted to first meet us before exposing her to our wickedness.

“You two are wicked, unruly, lazy, contemptible brats” He'd say, and then he'd go for about five minutes about how something I did that I thought was cute at the time, I may have seen it in an episode of Degrassi or iCarly or something even, was some sort of really abnormal behavior. The thing is, in the context he was telling us these things, it sure did sound that way.

The thing is, it was the year 2010, not 1955 or whatever. All my friends acted this way with their parents, some worse than me. Drugs and cigarettes are old-school, we don't revolt that way. This is the age of the instant everything, internet, cell phones, texting, sexting etc. Kids with cell phones that take high res pictures can document every wild party, every odd moment when they feel like flashing in the bathroom to no one in particular, captured in the reflection in the mirror. Miley Cyrus, Vanessa Hudgens all the Disney and Nickelodeon starlets were doing upskirt panty shots or totally nude pics, all our role models told us it was okay to be a little trampy and snotty..hell, Brittany Spears little sister got pregnant at 14 and threw away her career on Zoey 101, it is an age of empowered 14 year old snots, so why am I hear with my bare asscheeks resting on this guys tile floor?

He told me that he couldn't do anything about the rest of the world, but that he was going to make it his life's mission to undo the influence a mega-bitch and monster like my mom had passed on to me, because it was all she knew how to do. He told me there were three phases to my training, I was in “Phase One”. When I demonstrate mastery of the basics of service and humility, then I will be tested and move into the next phase. If I submit willingly to all three phases before I turn 18, then I will be presented with an option to either live under the same rules as Linda or remain in phase three until I reach 18.

He told me that 14 year olds can barely think a year ahead and that it probably seemed surreal to me to think of myself as an adult. That much was true. However, he said that when I was 18, I would be given a percentage (25%) of our earnings in cash dollars from whatever work we did if I was in phase three at the time I moved out. If Phase two 10% and phase one only 5%, and that he could demote me, even if I pass if I fail to try hard.

I have to admit I am kind of greedy and both me and my mom can be very competitive naturally, so the idea of 25% of anything in cash struck me as kind of a nice carrot on the end of that stick. I mean I had very little choice in having to be bare ass, but I may as well get PAID for it, right?

He laughed at the idea he could see my eyes light up and already be plotting for how I'd spend that money. “I can see why you two could get away with being such cunts to people..I have to admit, just now watching your face light up when you thought about how this will benefit you financially, and seeing you already mentally wasting the money I gave you on whatever frivolous purchase made me laugh, because you did look cute....” I smiled at the complement “BUT...by the end of this, you will be looking towards college, and your future and you will be taught with authority over yourself, comes responsibility over yourself and those around you...how to be a good girl, and to embrace your female side, and not be such a raging uncontrollable bitch”

“As for your former Mother, well she isn't so lucky...she is too far gone to 'graduate'. I am not convinced you are fixable either, but at 18 I can't hold you here, and you already know that, so I won't pretend I can..” He fixed his gaze on me as he continued, and then ordered us into the “Liar's position”

I wondered why it was called this, it was one of the five positions we were taught the first week we started this. You get on your hands and knees, legs spread, ass up, face down on the ground and hold your ass cheeks apart. I mean I get why this would be amusing to a guy, it was to Kevin and Wayne (yes Wayne, got a peek when his mom wasn't around).

Master Robert was about to explain why it earned that name. “Your mother has pretty eyes, wouldn't you say? Ice blue, they seem to smolder and twinkle, she's learned to use makeup to accentuate them?” I agreed and he continued “Early on in her life, when learning to use one of the few things open to shallow mean spirited bitches, she learned to use her physical attributes to get her way...if she couldn't seduce, she could bully, intimidate and thats what she did with her brothers and step-father, shooting them ice-daggers of disapproval with just a look...is that not right, Joy?”

I heard my Mom agree with face down on the tile floor and “She also learned to lie when that suited her, if she wanted to pretend to be totally blameless, or that she was hurt, she could turn on the water works...I am surprised the two of you haven't yet, because I suspect you learned from her how to do that?”

“It's not like she sat down and gave me a class on it, Sir” He laughed at my candor.

“Cute, Cute....but let's save the cuteness, for your pink little buttholes..you see the eyes may lie, but the butthole won't...here get up, I want you to see something” He motioned for me to get out of position and look at my mothers spread asshole and he told her to give her affirmation.

“Sir, thank you for training a cunt like me, teaching me to accept my place, for humbling me so that I am not prideful, for beating me so that I am not arrogant an lazy, thank you for supervising me so I am not tempted to be sneaky and deceitful...please do not have any pity for me, I ask you to treat me this way, because if not, I will give into my natural female impulses and remain a crabby, self-absorbed bitch who does not know who are her betters, and why."

He asked her “Are you crazy for wanting this?”

"No sir, I am not crazy, I came to the conclusion that I've made bad decisions in my life about almost everything, been hurtful most of all to people who loved me, been stingy with my affection and attention to those who wanted it, and now with the help of my owners, I will be trained to be a good girl and kept in line."

“Did you notice her asshole puckered while she was talking?” he asked me matter of factly.

“I tried not to give it that much notice, Sir”

“This is for your education, you dumb bimbo...pay attention, keep your eyes glued on that pink little pucker hole of your Sister Slave, who after tonight, I want you to stop thinking of as your “Mom” and more of as a Sister slave, you both represent life support for six holes and four tits to me, but I know that as long as you cling to your past bonds, you'll be looking to her as a leader and a role model still....”

I could just see out of the corner my mom's butthole start to curve in and pucker a little bit on that last part, almost like it was kissing the air. “Thats right.. you saw it that time,.when I want to try to get the straight answers from you, I am going to put you in the liar's position..I still need to verify your stories, because you are untrustworthy twats” There it was again her butthole definitely shifted “But this gives me some idea that the whore is actually feeling a little involuntary remorse for her lies...it's like a lie detector, not a perfect science....so get back into position.”

He proceeded to go over several questions with us about whether we got off on this treatment, and were we serious before he moved on to the other demonstrations of the night.


Part Fifteen: The Demonstrations

Structure and doing things right and in a measured why was really important to Master Robert. Unlike Kevin who had let us slide and get sloppy, every thing seemed to have a reason and Master wanted us to know that reason for doing it.

He went over how we were to walk, talk, eat, fart, shit, piss, carry ourselves, and the consequences for not doing it.

He went over my rent again. I had earned almost eighty scoobies in total during dares and for being on good behavior back home. “It's simple, you earn four hundred by the end of the month and you get to keep on serving just like you are now.”

“If you don't, for every hundred you fail to turn in....you spend one full day...the hell-days are my choice, they each reflect a theme...let's call them “Whoredeals”, sort of a play on words between the whores you are, and the ordeal you face...they'll focus on some aspect of your failings and imperfections...your rage and anger, your laziness, your failure to take this seriously, but they'll also be a type of training that will make you want to avoid a hellday. Your mom thinks if you guys don't have a hellday right away, you will blow it off and wait until the end of the month and try to make a deal with me to get out of it, is that true?”

Okay, I have to admit she had me pegged. “....Thats true, Sir”, I said pretty confidently.

“Well, I told her I'd ask her that question just like that, and we made a bet. If you lied and said you wouldn't then you were going to get a hellday tomorrow, pony girls, you'd have been prancing around here high stepping like two animals, because she thought you'd lie and still wait until the end. I on the other hand, felt that it was too soon to introduce you to helldays, and decided if you told me the truth, I'd be willing to give you enough rope to hang yourself at the end of the month...do you want to do a hellday tomorrow, just to see what it's like?”

“No sir”

“Another honest answer, good....”

He had us spend about fifteen to twenty minutes on each of the “demos”, where we had to alternate being the 'training dummy' and physically act out the position or the lesson. He went into detail about how we were to act under different protocol levels in the same situation. If he called out “Green Light”, “Yellow Light” or “Red Light” that meant different levels of discrestion depending on the situation, where Green Light was pretty much around the house behavior, Red Light was reserved for visiting guests and in public our 'Least slutlike behavior'. He used the word “Vanilla” I guess to mean 'passing for normal' but was careful that I was to know that I would never, not even when I get to school after summer is up, be fully 'vanilla'.

“What happens in the house, stays in the house...” He said reinforcing the fact that some of this was the voluntary agreements of all of us on how to lead an alternative lifestyle and just between us. “Some people are gay and lead a totally straight life on the outside world, not really because they are protecting the rest of the world from yet another gay person...it's that they are afraid of the reactions to their choices, from the people they care about most...”

“Therefore, you will still outwardly demonstrate your discipline in public places, and tomorrow when I take you to wal-mart, goodwill, burger king and a few other places the 'vanillas' of the world will be, they will be lessons in not just dodging and hiding behind your old personas...you will have to accept your training and be honest with others, before you can be honest with yourself. That being said, as Joy likes to point out, it's not “Green Light” protocol on you two in public.”

“A lot of Masters will tell you that they want “Absolute” control or “No Limits”. He said reflecting “I don't buy that...if you want any proof, just order someone who agrees to no limits take a hammer and start bashing in their own brains...suddenly they have limits.” He said almost making a joke.

“I told you before, that with authority, comes responsibility. Something I believe in strongly. To demonstrate that, I don't have ABSOLUTE authority over you and your former mother. I have limited authority, the authority laid out in the contracts you are going to read and what you've been taught tonight. This limited authority is still pretty all encompassing, I own your asses....but just like I own this house, I can't just set it on fire if I want without a consequence, hell I can't go away for a week and just let the lawn get nappy or else I pay a fine to the home owners association...Owning a gun, is another example, you can't just fire it off any where you want too, when you accept the responsibility of owning one, you agree to those terms and limits..”

“I don't want robotic sluts who aren't afraid of anything, I like your fear. I also don't want to go to jail, so other than my main reasons, it's also some accommodation for the outside world, that not everyone is going to be amused by your slutlike behavior..but rest assured, girls you will be demonstrating it a lot, and to strangers who you would have once treated like assholes, jerks, and people to use, now you will be a source of amusement for them, because frankly thats a step up from raging bitches who ignore, demean and use, you got me?”

I certainly did. After he and Linda made us read contracts that had been carefully discussed by my mom (which I had never read) on video tape, they had us do one final thing they called “Entertainment Hour”.

“You could have at any time left the house before submitting to this, you know that, and you can leave right now, with your clothes and nothing bad will happen. I'll drive you both back to the bus stop.” He made us both register acceptance of this fact before continuing on video tape.

“Tonight we've video tape your acceptance, and of course I have not only the pictures taken by Kevin and Sheila when you were in their care, but also we are about to make a tape of Entertainment Hour, with the understanding that not only will this be uploaded to youtube, and put on websites your friends frequent, but copies will be sent home to your grandmother and uncle, who as I understand the bitch Joy failed to fully prepare for what they may receive, if you leave before the trial is up without a valid reason.”

I believed the part about youtube. If you type in booty-dance, or spank or just about anything, short of hard core porn, you'll probably see something like it on youtube. I remember a comedian saying something like that, and it's true.

He went over valid reasons which mainly involved the inability due to health risks and us failing to pass certain key tests and milestones. The trial period was intended to give us all 3 months to see if we could live this way, them included and so they could back out.

“ However, instead of giving up at the first sign of adversity, which is the hallmark of your mother and yours life, you must only leave at set back out points in the trial..if you leave at any other point, either of you, then the tapes and the pictures go 'viral' (meaning go out to the world).”

I smiled, He kind of had me. I had actually been all night long thinking maybe I could just call my grandmother and go back home before this got TOO serious.

“Your former mother asked us to do an entertainment hour on the first night, which you will be doing a lot of while you are here, because she knew you'd both need something hanging over your heads to keep you from just walking away.”

He also told me about the 'red flag' system. “There is no safe words here, thats lame.” I wasn't sure what a 'safe word' was exactly but I got the general idea it had something to do with safety. “Instead, if there is something we tell you to do, or dare you to do, anyone can call a “Red Flag” which basically means hold on...now let me tell you, a lot of what you are going to do is designed to intentionally make you uncomfortable, you shouldn't live comfortably...you understand that right?” I said I did and he continued “So...this red flag is a big deal, it means within 48 hours we have a family meeting, in a similar format to how you girls sat tonight at my feet and discuss the problem, if it turns out to be a frivolous way to have stalled the inevitable, I'll punish you severely and possibly even release the tapes...if however, it is a legitimate concern that wasn't addressed already in the rules you agreed too, then we will have a dialogue about it, and adjust the rules accordingly...any rule changes, you all have to agree too.”

With that understanding, he had us first address Grandma, and I had to pick my nose, and eat a booger, spread my asscheeks and cut a fart, dance on one leg while rubbing my tummy, and pat my head. I had to push up my nose like a piggy and squeal for my uncle and say what a slut I was and how I was loving being a shit-head.

My mom had it even worse, her video was first addressing her mom and saying how sorry she was for slamming the door in my mothers face just for offering advice, that she always knew she was still behind the door and purposely waited to re-open the door before inviting her in. Then she had her thighs belted to her elbows, so that her ass stuck out and her elbows were folded like wings, and she quacked like a duck.

She shit in her dog bowl and pissed into it for her brother's video, saying that is what she thought of him and that she'd always wanted him to 'pimp her out' because she was a dumb whore and that she never appreciated the times he'd taken her to get groceries (because she had no car) and envied him.

I could almost see the ice-queen melt a little with a tear, but no such satisfaction was given.

Then it was our turn to do the last part of the video together. “Kevin said you didn't lotion each other up, when you were there, why not?” He asked my mom as we both stood at attention before the camera.

“You shaved each others pussies, why did you have a problem rubbing each other down with body lotion? Aren't you just a slutty mother with a slutty daughter?”

“Yes Sir, I am...I guess, I just....felt, like,well it felt sexual”

“So...did you not understand that part of your training would consist of equal parts pain, of humiliation, of bondage, and of sexuality training?”

“Yes Sir, I guess just with her, it felt...like maybe too far...”

“You are afraid you will get aroused while you apply the lotion?”

She swallowed “Yes Sir” and before she could register a “But” he caught her off. “So then on tape, let's see and I will verify if you are the kind of wicked bitch who gets turned on by being rubbed down with lotion by your daughter.”

Cocoa butter was brought out, and we first started on each others bare arms, he was patient and let us work to the shoulders, then around the tits. She was trying not to make eye contact with me, I was definitely not feeling anything below the waist on this.

However, as she worked it into my neck and then later to my waist, and thighs, and we each had to stop doing the other to turn around and get it all around the crack and up into the rim of the butthole it began to get moist for me, and my nipples got hard I started to even breathe a little unevenly as the lotion was spread around my pussy lips and it continued when I did the same for her.

“Are you two sluts aroused?”

“Yes Sir” we both admitted.

“Exhibit A” he tweaked a nipple of mine between thumb and forefinger...”An aroused tit...a sign that a slut has her mind of dirty thoughts instead of her assignment to just rub lotion on a body...BEND OVER” I complied and he brought the camera down to my bent over pussy from behind “Look at the dilation of her asshole....as it was covered in creamy lotion...would you like to masturbate right now, slut?”

I answered “Yes sir” and he said “Too bad...sluts like you can't take pleasure in this...”

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