Family Feud IV

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Nine

Wendy’s Journal –My Confession

STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Wendy’s journal from Sunday afternoon detailing the events of approximately 4pm when she is leaving the Fast food place that shares her name. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

This summary is an excellent read if you have not read FF1-FF3 or if it has been a while and you would like a refreshing look at not only what has happened but how Wendy felt about some of it.

“Bobble, Bobble Pop” I can’t get that pop song out of my head that my son made us practice giving hummers to.

I was using the new stud in my mouth (the silver one shaped like a dick) to tickle and pleasure the young black stud (Reggie) in my mouth and I could tell there would be one practical advantage to having this new piercing in the dick sucking department.

He lasted a lot longer than I thought he would while my daughter and I kissed and coddled his cock. When he finally came it was all over both of our faces and naturally they made us lick each other clean before asking Reggie to stay and watch them get their own dicks sucked.

I playfully French kissed my daughter and dabbed some of the cum back and forth so that he could see our new tongue rings. I know that sounds twisted that I was actually showing off, but I may as well ‘get into’ character if I am going to play a dumpster slut.

Reggie was probably in trouble and like most guys, once they’ve finished unloading their spunk, he was done. He didn’t say a word to us even as thanks before dragging his empty garbage can back out of the dumpster. I was surprised Chris didn’t make us empty it for him but we were still cuffed by one hand to the dumpster itself.

“Thank you Sir for letting us suck your cock!” my daughter said a little too loud for my comfort as he left. I could just picture a family of people getting out of their station wagon on the other side of the dumpster hearing that and wondering what just happened.

He didn’t stop to answer her unprompted politeness but Chris gave me a hard spank on the butt for it. “You should have thanked him too!”

“I am sorry Sir. I was still nom-nom-nomming his salty cum.” hey, if I am going to have to sound like a baby I might as well play it to the hilt. I am still not sure what I will do when I have to be in the office in the morning. The thought of pretending I had dental work done did cross my mind, but Steve would never go for that.

“Would you like me to suck your dick, Master?” I asked my son just as bold as any brazen street whore could.

“Should we let them?” Chris asked his dad as if it was a privilege for us to get to beg for their cocks.

Bill uncuffed our wrists from the I-beam that ran across the dumpster and said “I would say no they’ve had enough cum, but I want to try out your mom’s new tongue toy.”

I squatted down too quickly and the weight that has been pulling my clit completely off (feels like it) hit the ground. I made a mental note not to spring into that position as quickly again as I unzipped Bill’s pants to take out his dick.

I could feel my daughter’s slightly sweaty back pressed to mine as she was doing the same thing for Chris. I flicked my tongue at Bill while I looked up at him to give him a preview and noted with pleasure he was already very hard.

My husband isn’t racist (I don’t think so) but he does like to taunt me that I just sucked a BLACK guys dick. He knows I was raised with more of a taboo about that than Jamie’s intercultural generation seems to have.

“Did you like sucking that black guy’s dick, you slut?”

“Noff as muff as yours, Maffer” I was gagging around his dick thrusts and not just lisping from the new throbbing tongue ring.

The hamburgers, fries and piss for that matter hadn’t tasted the same as I thought it would and I suspect it is because now there is a hole in my tongue where taste buds used to be and the entire pink organ is remapping what is sour, sweet and everything in between.

Steve at work has been using my mouth like a urinal for over a week and I still don’t think I am still grossed out about it but Jamie gulped her glass down like a pro when we did our little ‘who can drink more’ race earlier. I won naturally, but she was a close second. If Bill hadn’t made her giggle she might have!

I am shocked she wasn’t spitting and coughing or vomiting afterward. She is such a little trooper about all of this, I really admire her. I am sure I sound like a broken record at times going over everything I learned, my observations and my love and admiration for my daughter but I think some things bear repeating. The affirmations repeat over and over the same theme and the more it does the more it has this subtle influence on our thinking so why not the good stuff like my belief this arrangement has made our family stronger?

I don’t know if Bill knows I am journaling but I think Jamie suspects. I pray he never finds this journal because then he would just add it to the mountain of pictures and videotapes he has to blackmail me with. Could you imagine if he really did give it to my parents? I think even he knows that would break their hearts and probably erase the closeness we have been having because I am sure I would be blackballed out of my family for life after that. They love me a lot, but if they knew half of the things I did I think they would shun me.

Speaking of repeating things, I should probably skip a little ahead. This is the third and more intense of all our trips to Wendy’s on the poor side of town and each time it has become a little less scary to me. It should become more intense but it didn’t shock me to lick up all the cum from my daughter’s face or stand outside naked in a vulnerable position for close to an hour.

When we got home, inspected and given our affirmations, I even mentioned how there were times I wasn’t afraid and Chris and Bill just laughed. I think they take that at face value and don’t realize I also mean there are times I am scared shitless.

One of those times was about to happen because they dressed me in the monokini Jamie had on at the pool the day before. It felt like a Lycra shoe-string that was tied in the fold of my cunt lips and barely covered my nipples. They let me take out the weight on my clit but they didn’t let me wear anything else to walk over and report to Van Pewterschmidt’s house for duty.

My daughter had been given the option to wear her chastity belt under a skirt. She was even told she was going to Waxerman’s neighbor’s house and if she didn’t wear the chastity belt, playing with her pussy and ass was fair game with this client.

She knew the Pooper Snooper Boy’s would probably be there too and she politely declined the protection of the belt. I think in some sense of obligation she doesn’t want special treatment. If she was only aware of how scared I am to walk to the neighbors in this suit then maybe she would not have agreed to walk down the block in hers.

We are both being rented out for ‘odd jobs’ tonight to make some extra money. I am going over to our neighbor Van Pewterschmidt to report to him because I was already promised for that this morning. Chris arranged for his sister’s job on our way home from Wendy’s.

I should say that Van reminds me of a gregarious, confident, Kevin Costner type who is very self-assured and has an edge of bad-boy. I should also say that he dated my older Sister Lisa in high school and so there is this awkward “Should I really be doing this with someone who dated my sister?” vibe to it.

Even though it had been years ago and we used to have a friendly rivalry about boys, my Sister always won those competitions (she was that Blonde Barbie kind of beauty which is probably who Jamie takes after) and I was bookish and fairly flat-chested back in high school.

Chris says “Van gets more ass than a toilet seat” and I know that a lot of the MARRIED housewives on my block have joked in confidence with other women that they would be interested in a fling with him. He is what you might call the ‘most eligible bachelor’ in Cherry Lawn Estates.

Jamie was given a chance to get out of her ‘correction’ if she agreed to poke the hornets’ nest next door at Waxerman’s house and report to her to show her the new tongue piercing. I knew that would probably infuriate Waxerman and despite the fun we have shining her on in code white, I was surprised Jamie was willing to endure that alone without me there.

I was afraid to go visit Van without Jamie – well that isn’t exactly it. I think I’ve just grown so accustomed to her being close that it has given me comfort to keep her close at hand.

I was given a pat on the butt and hustled out the door to report to Van. I was told not to run but to walk slowly over to his house and even though everyone saw me at the community pool the day before in a skimpy bathing suit, this made me even more aware I was basically more naked than in the one I had on the day before.

He opened his door after I rang the bell and he had that cool, aloof smirk on his face as he invited me in.

“Thank you Sir”

“Get naked, get on all fours and clean the bathroom with your tongue, piggy!” He said quite seriously.

I didn’t hesitate to strip off the bikini and get on all fours while asking, “Can you lead me to your bathroom, Sir?”

“Wow, you really take this seriously. I was just kidding Wendy.” The way he said my first name, it sounded more alien than ‘Cow Tits’ did given how little I had heard it this week. He helped me off the floor, handed me my bathing suit and took me into his den.

His den was decorated in mahogany and dark leathers. It looked exactly like one of those well-furnished dens in Hollywood versions of a bachelor pad mansion. “Do you want a glass of wine, Wendy?”

I did but I wasn’t sure if this was a test of some kind, “I am not sure if I can, Sir.”

“Do you report to me for the next three hours and have to do what I tell you?”

“Yes Sir”

“Then I want you to have a seat on my couch and have a glass of wine.”

I hadn’t been allowed to sit on furniture for so long in a house that I really felt like I was cheating. I looked down at the expensive looking love seat and then back at him for reassurance before sitting on his couch. In my mind, I was picturing what kind of ‘snail trail’ I’d leave behind when I finally stood.

I hate to admit it but I was wet with excitement and I didn’t want to ruin his couch. I would have preferred him have me sit on the floor but I wasn’t going to argue the point.

As he handed me a wine flute of a dry white wine he gave me a reassuring smile, “Why don’t you tell me why you are doing this?”

“You chose me over my daughter to come do odd-jobs this morning, Sir.” I answered him matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but I’ve known you since grade school. You weren’t always like this, why don’t you start at WHY you are really doing this?”

I was instantly aware that my nipples hardened around the piercings and I had a sudden dread that my tits might start to leak while I sat there on his couch debating telling him what he wanted to hear.

“You can start with telling me why you and your daughter walk around naked in your kitchen in the mornings?”

He had heard our affirmations this morning and I wasn’t sure where to even start. “It is a long story, are you sure you want to hear it Sir?”

He assured me that he had been puzzling about it all day and wanted the truth. “Wendy, I have a lawn service, a pool service and a house keeper that comes twice a week. I don’t have anything for you to do, anyway.” He laughed graciously.

I debated suggesting he could beat or fuck me, which I think would have been preferable to revisiting the dirty details about how everything began.

I cleared my throat and he refreshed my wine while I considered what I was about to tell him. I could have given him my journal to read from start to finish but I suspected he didn’t want to read every little detail. Van struck me as a big picture person, at least from my experience dealing with successful male executives at work.

I went back to High School when I met Bill. I told him how he had asked me out and that it had given me a lot of confidence that a Senior and a popular athlete like him had taken interest in me.

Van smiled, “Full disclosure and this is ancient history, but Bill was after your sister. I asked her to prom and I think he may have asked you to make her jealous, at least that is what Lisa told me.”

I was surprised a guy like Van, who probably sky-dives in the Andes mountains and goes skiing in the Bahamas, even remembers trivial little rivalries from high school days. There was no hint of pettiness or that he was still carrying around any thoughts from those days in his voice, only that he thought I should know that.

I told him how after school Bill worked to put me through college as we started a family and how my career took off after that when I blossomed. He looked right at my bare tits when I said that and I smiled, “Some mother nature and some plastic surgeon obviously.” without trying to cover them. I was starting to feel less guarded (as I often am about talking to people about myself) - The affirmations had helped a lot in breaking me of that and the wine was not hurting.

Bill started to lose his hair, and his shape, and his job, and I think his manhood along with it. At the same time I rose up the corporate ladder and became the bread winner of the family. I told him how our kids grew up while life was happening and we almost didn’t stop to notice. It was as if we were on ‘fast-forward’ and didn’t make as many family memories as we probably should have.

He nodded patiently but I knew he wasn’t as interested in these details. I assured him it was leading some place and he let me go on about how Jamie got absorbed in cheerleading and Chris, feeling like he was being ignored, gravitated towards nerd culture and gained weight. I had been compensating for their shortcomings to ‘help’ them but in a sense I was allowing Chris to be lazy and awkward by shielding him from having to face those things about himself while at the same time grooming Jamie to be a distilled version of myself only even more positive and over-achieving.

I was self-absorbed with going to the gym and my career and I think I had my signals crossed some place. I had started the career so I could have a family but now I was focusing more on that than the career. My husband wasn’t feeling like the bread-winner and he was growing more irresponsible because he knew I was trying to do it all for everyone.

“This sounds like thousands of families who probably have the same experiences.” He observed and I nodded in agreement.

“A few months ago my daughter and I came to them with ‘The Taylor Women’s Declaration of Independence’ which spelled out a list of demands that they work out, eat right, and pick up after themselves.

He grinned “Cute.”

“Yes, and I thought fairly harmless but one thing led to another and he eventually moved out with Chris for a little while.”

“Oh, I am sorry to hear about that.”

“When he came back it was raining and I told him to get out of his wet clothes and I think if I had to trace it back to where things got weird… that was it.”

“That does sound like it would get a little weird.” He had a way of actively listening to me that made me feel like telling him more even though he seemed to be getting it.

I told him that it blossomed from that moment because we wanted the guys to see how far and out of shape they were so we insisted they keep looking at themselves naked. I once had an all female nude aerobics class that was supposed to encourage us all to be aware of our muffin-tops and physical short-comings so we would want to work on them.

“We had also found porn and lots of it on Bill’s computer.”

“That isn’t that unusual, if you looked at mine you might even see a naughty picture or two.” he said in an understanding and nonjudgmental way as he refilled my wine glass. I didn’t want to get drunk and make any mistakes but the wine was good and I was feeling stone cold sober.

“These were of Jamie’s friends and it turns out they came over as part of a dare from one of the girls at school and modeled for him, which is why Bill originally bought this monokini.” I held up the skimpy bathing suit.

“Is that what you call it? I was thinking it was dental floss, please continue.”

I went into how the requirements became more punitive and grew in a perverse way. I started making them dance around naked in the living room and paddling Bill as I became drunk on the power I had over them and lost sight of why I started to try to improve them in the first place. I hadn’t realized it wasn’t my place to ‘improve’ them anyway.

They were still sneaking looks at their computer and masturbating anyway, so I decided to make them masturbate right in front of me at set times of the day so they would not sneak around and do it behind my back. I became so controlling that I wanted them to be soft because they were easier to control.

Van’s face twisted into an uncomfortable smile. He didn’t see me as the villain in all of this and I knew it was shocking to hear all the details. I told him how everything came to a head at a party I was planning to humiliate them at when we were confronted by one of Jamie’s friends from school who knew all our nasty deeds. We had sent Chris with her one afternoon to serve her every little whim. He told her everything that had been going on which she used to help them turn the tables on us.

I could tell he wasn’t sure how they had and I explained that they had some dirty secrets on us that we would have rather no one find out but it was more than that -I could have lived with scandal. Jamie and I agreed that it was only fair if we gave them some payback and so to be good sports we agreed to let them do to us what we did to them.

I was surprised how simple the reason for my submission was now that I heard myself say it out loud. My explanation (confession) was working a little like an affirmation and it only made me open up a little more about details. We had been meanie-butts to the guys and now they were able to be meanie butts to us. We had evolved our rules over time but it had been all my idea and they had been completely innocent – there only crime was simply not living the way I thought they should.

The funny thing is I really DID want them to be that helpless because part of me wanted to take care of them and make excuses for them. We volunteered to give them this payback, at first to hold the family together so there could be closure, but we were being more than just good sports about it for their sake – we were cleansing our own guilt for it in an act of contrition.

“You never sent Bill or Chris over here to clean my bath-tub naked!” He chided me that they hadn’t had to serve the exact same way we did as payback. “If you had, I think I would have sent them back home.”

I held up my hands to indicate my trim figure and answered, “Would making us work out and eat right really be that hard?” He shook his head no and I explained how the rules were changed to make the payback more applicable to our own shortcomings and not theirs. We were also supposed to amuse them and that meant the training changed.

“Had I never kept them naked and spanked them, and tied leashes around their dicks, they probably would never have wanted this kind of payback.” I admitted. He laughed out loud at the leashes on the dicks. There was quite a bit I was leaving out of our little family feud and he still thought I was a pretty nice person in an impossible position.

I tried to explain how I had impossible expectations of myself and that I was enabling their dysfunctional behavior. “We were four people living in the same house, but leading four separate lives.” He just nodded.

I told him about “Bill’s Bill” and how Bill had stepped up to write an organized set of limits and responsibilities to his authority and how we had carefully considered and even negotiated and eventually agreed to do this until we earned one hundred stars.

“So how many stars do you get for coming over here?” He sipped his own wine.

“I think it depends on if you fuck me or not, Sir.” I smiled coyly. It was reassuring when he broke his cool for just a second when he choked a little on his wine.

“About two weeks ago we started down this path and it has slowly evolved and snowballed to where we are now.”

He wasn’t satisfied with leaving it there and he pressed me for more details. I told him how many stars I had left to earn and all about how the WHORE letters worked as a way to give us smaller incentives to demonstrate certain techniques.

I told him how they sent us outside to ‘tan’ in the backyard naked and the Waxerman boys (Who I called Pooper Snoopers at the time because I didn’t know they were her nephews) had watched us.

“Oh yeah, I saw you out there, but then I think I saw Chris and Bill out there?” He laughed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Stop two attractive women from sunbathing nude in their backyard? Do you even know me?” He laughed at that. “I didn’t sit out there and stare or anything, but yeah I looked out my window every now and then. I didn’t know they were making you do it.”

I told him how Mrs. Waxerman, the neighborhood busy body, had come over and we would shine her on as part of ‘white alert’.

“Yeah, she is a busy body. I like how she pretends she doesn’t approve of spreading rumors, but then she tells you one right after.” He laughed. I could tell given his reputation he was probably the subject of many of her torrid rumors. “I like the traffic light system of red for more discretion and green for less, what was the pool party?”

“Yesterday’s pool party was green light, Sir”

He asked why I wasn’t completely naked the entire time and I explained the difference between green light public and in private and how with a single word Bill could give us all a heads up on how strict or loose the protocol was.

He asked me how I made it through work and I told him he had found a handler in a young executive I worked with to keep an eye on me and how I thought I would probably get fired. I also mentioned how I had tricked one of my biggest rivals to report to him and ask for the same treatment and he laughed, “Maybe I was wrong about you, you are really wicked after all.”

I told him how my daughter had it just at bad at school and Chris and that girl who knew our dirty little secrets would tag-team her to make it a living hell.

“You know I’ve heard of Cathy Griffin, I seem to remember meeting her father once. That is one dude you don’t want to mess with.” He also told me he had rumors of cheerleaders at school that did slutty pranks, hazings and initiations for years and that this wasn’t anything too new. He didn’t seem to be all that shocked to hear any of this.

“Bill and Chris had been training us for a while and things seemed to change when we went to the County Fair.” I tried to put into words how things seemed to come full circle when we got there, and I started to realize that we were learning things about ourselves we had not understood. Bill wasn’t perfect but he was becoming a leader, Chris was gaining confidence and Jamie and I were surprisingly learning something too.

“Isn’t it weird though, letting your son see you naked?”

I giggled because there was so much worse he had seen and made me do than just my tits and ass. “They can type anything into the internet and see boobs. I did have to get over my shyness quickly though.”

“You certainly did.” He looked at me appreciatively, drinking in my nudity. It was a stark contrast to him being fully dressed right across from me.

“It does seem like a taboo to serve my son and to serve alongside my daughter, but Chris has actually made it kind of fun at times with his sense of humor. Even though it wasn’t Jamie’s idea to make the guys serve, she did help and I couldn’t imagine doing this without her.”

He nodded but I wasn’t sure he understood. He seemed to be processing my words as he prodded me to tell him more about the fair.

I told him about the details like Madam Chang’s, when we danced in body paint and Medieval Steve’s pillory where people could chuck tomatoes at us and he just laughed that it sounded like a “Girls Gone Wild” DVD. The part I focused on was the tattoo and piercings and how we decided it was a sign of contrition.

“It seems pretty extreme. Do you mind letting me see it again?” I smiled demurely at him like he was being forward and he politely added if I wanted to.

I turned to face away from him on the couch and straddled my stomach over the back to pull my ass cheeks far apart and not obstruct the tattoo. “I am told it isn’t exactly identical to my daughters but it is pretty close, go ahead and have a good look.”

I couldn’t see his facial expression but his voice remained calm and slightly amused. He said nothing about the word WHORE on my ass, he only commented on the intricate flourishes and themes that decorated all the lettering.

“It looks like you have some new piercings?”

“Yes sir, we got that at flea world today.”

He chuckled, “Wow, you are convinced you need to make it up to them, but you didn’t do anything to me, so why are you letting me see you this way?”

“I was ordered by my trainers to come over here and serve you, because it amuses them to see me do it and we need the money. You are my better and if it amuses you to look at my ass and pussy, you can look for as long as you like. It isn’t a special flower, it is just an ass and everyone has one Sir.” I answered calmly but I had been dredging up thoughts of my past deeds and my eyes were a little glassy from refreshing my memory about the reason I am in this situation.

He asked me if I preferred to sit back down and I told him, “I should probably be on my knees at your feet, Sir.”

“If you want too.” I wish he hadn’t said that because then it is all my idea and makes me feel weird. He had left it totally open to me and I decided to do what Bill and Chris would want me to do. That seemed to make the most logical sense (and was the best way to justify my submissive behavior). I got off his couch after wiping off my ‘sweat’ from the couch (okay -pussy trails) with my hand and kneeled on the Oriental rug beneath his feet.

“Feel more at home this way?”

“Yes Sir” I honestly did feel like after just a short two weeks I had grown to accept my place was down on the floor.

“What will you do when you earn the 100 stars?”

I hadn’t thought about that beyond the abstract of being excited I accomplished my goal and completed my personal mission. “You mean the first thing I will do?” I was thinking about whether I’d take a bath (ALONE), eat some chocolate or go shopping for some clothes since all I had left were the slut wear.

“Will you still feel like your place is beneath the feet of your betters?”

I didn’t want to answer that question and I nervously became guarded again. I changed the subject to tell him how after the fair, Bill went on a buying spree at a porn store and my daughter did her ‘cunt stunt’ at half-time.

“I was there that night, I remember seeing her dancing around but I assumed she had on a sports bra or something under the body paint - That is funny.” He let me off the hook and didn’t pursue his question as I continued on, leading him up to the pool party yesterday and the revelation we had a shortage of cash and how we pitched in at the flea market.

I went into a great deal of detail about the events of today because it was so fresh in my mind as I prepared myself mentally to add these things to my journal as well. I wanted to keep the timeline fresh in my mind.

The entire story only took about an hour to tell and now that he had heard it he took another sip of his wine and asked me, “What do you want to do now?”

I didn’t have an answer for that because I was so used to submitting, being asked what I wanted was usually only so Chris could say, “Well, how does it feel to want?”

Van could see that I didn’t have an answer and he added, “You know I am really jealous of your husband.” I knew Bill was jealous of Van in a lot of ways for keeping his physique and being so successful. Van explained how he had never married and he wished he had a wife who was as understanding and as willing to do whatever it takes to stay together, even go to this extreme.

Awww – he just earned big brownie points with me on that one. Van is one of those guys who seems to know a little bit about everything. He is well travelled, handsome and you just kind of wish he had a flaw to bring him back to Earth, but he just seems like such a nice guy.

“You know I would have thought your sister might have been into something like this but not you.”

“Lisa?” I was shocked. She had been a prom queen, head of the cheerleaders and one of those type-A personalities who never breaks a nail.

I had a hard time picturing that but Van explained, “Well at least to do the first part of your story, and take charge.” I agreed with him.

“Could I take a few pictures of you? Would that be cool? I don’t know what the rules are.” Van said, sensitive to the fact I didn’t want my photo everywhere. There had been cell phone pictures of me taken in malls and the county fair and at the flea market so it really was kind of a moot point.

“If you aren’t sure if it’s allowed you can call Bill or Chris, I think they are home playing video games this afternoon Sir.” I answered him in more of a detached businesslike manner than I had wanted.

“Let me get my Camera.” He stood to walk out of the den and I asked if I should follow him. “Sure”

He didn’t tell me to crawl or walk, and when I saw he wasn’t going to, I stood up and walked after him leaving my bathing suit in the den. I had spent almost all of my time in our house completely naked but there is a small rush to traipsing around someone else’s house completely naked. There is a ‘newness’ and perhaps a little bit of a ‘I probably shouldn’t be doing this’ to it.

His camera was one of those digital cameras that look like the old professional 35mm ones. The tiny one in Bill’s phone takes HD movies at 10 megapixels (I know because it used to be my phone) so I can’t even imagine what Van’s beast of a camera is for.

He started me out playfully posing and then asked me to do some ‘slave poses’ so I did position one, two and squat for him. He had seen them at our house so it wasn’t very shocking and he made it very easy to feel sexy instead of humiliated while I took the shots. I vamped it up a little and pouted out my lips as I got into it. I showed him how I was learning to move a bottle with my tits and take it to another part of the room. He seemed to be amused but after fifteen minutes he had run out of ideas and photographed every part of me.

“I was just about to enjoy some dinner, do you want to join me?” He asked. I wasn’t going to turn him down. Steak, pan fried potatoes with bacon and onion, corn on the cob, with cheese cake for desert! It looked delicious and I was famished. Van was quite the cook.

I squatted down on the ground near his kitchen table and waited for him to hand feed me or set out a plate. He laughed and set the plate on the table, “Would you prefer to eat at the table?”

A part of me felt really guilty about it, but that part was told, “Quiet down you bitch, I am hungry!” by the part of me that was interested in that juicy steak dinner. I didn’t even have time to thank him as I sat down to have what felt like the most satisfying meal I could ever remember.

We ate, had good conversation and I completely forgot I was naked and wearing a dog collar. He turned the topic to high school nostalgia, current events and I could see why he was considered so charming. When he gave you his full attention you really did feel special.

Our three hours were almost up and he said “Well, I am sorry I ran out of time, should I spank you or anything before I send you home?”

I thought about saying yes, because it was dawning on me that while I had been here enjoying his company and farting around, my daughter was probably in much greater peril over at the Waxerman house. I also thought about asking him to because I thought Chris and Bill would be disappointed when they found out I hadn’t been run through the ringer.

“Do you think I was a bad girl, Sir?” I asked him pouting my lips and vamping like I was modeling for his camera.

“No, you were perfect. Here you might need this.” I was almost about to walk out of his door completely naked. The bathing suit didn’t do all that much to cover me but I was thankful and told him so as I stepped into it. He did make me nervous and I felt silly for my mistake.

“This was fun. You made me miss the old days, Wendy Dubois.”

“It’s Taylor now, that is my married name Sir.”

“So it is. Tell Lisa I send my best wishes.” He said as I stepped out the door and sauntered back over to our house.

As I expected, when I walked inside, the guys were playing World of Warcraft or some computer game together in the living room.

I stripped and announced, “I am home, Sirs!” without waiting to be told I got on all fours and crawled over to Bill.

He pat me on the head as I sidled up to his leg, “Was he rough on you, Cow Tits?” he said while focusing his attention on clicking on buttons on his computer screen while he fought trolls and orcs virtually.

“He was actually much easier than you are Sir.” I wasn’t lying

“Did he fuck you?” Bill asked brusquely - he was still engrossed in his game.

“No Sir, it never came up.”

“Didn’t you ASK?” Bill’s voice went up along with the intensity of his game. Chris was chiding him to “Heal” and Bill was telling him he was out of mana while holding the conversation with me.

“No Sir, I thought I was just supposed to clean up for him?”

“You fucking lazy whore, you need to fuck whoever will have you, we are totally broke.” I could have taken Bill more seriously if he would unglue his eyes from the computer screen to tell me how bad things are financially.

“Would you like me to go back, I will ask him Sir?” I tried to eliminate any passive-aggression from my voice and sound as submissive as I could. I hate to admit this but Jamie is my role-model for how to deliver a question without inferring I don’t actually want to do it.

“No, it is too late for that. I want you to go get the Bengay and rub your cunt down with it, then… Chris help me out here?”

“Get a big dildo and shove it up her ass?” My son suggested while engrossed in the on-screen computer battle.

“No, I mean with Mogaine, you aren’t holding aggro, Son!” Bill admonished my son about something in the game and then instructed to me, “But yes, good idea. Go find the largest dildo you can after that and shove it up your ass, then report back here - I’ll check and if it’s not big enough I’ll use a broom handle!”

“Should I crawl, Sir?”

“No, you should jog,” He said sarcastically before clarifying “Yes, you are a fucking house pet, even walking around here is a privilege to good for nothing whores like you and your daughter. Now hurry before I decide to add something else.”

It was strangely satisfying to be ordered around in the way I had grown to expect. I crawled off with a smirk on my lips that he couldn’t see and he added, “When your slut daughter walks in, we have plans for you two cunts.”

I thought to myself “I am sure you do Sir, I am sure you do.” as I crawled off to find that awful Bengay and the 8 inch jackrabbit with the pearls Bill bought the night before. Do I have Stockholm syndrome where I identify with my tormentors or am I a glutton for punishment or is it that these hormones have me so confused I don't know what I am doing? Can it really just be that I appreciate the routine and accept my role now under the discipline of my husband?

I had just had a three hour ‘break’ from reality, but now it was time to get back to work and take my medicine.