Chapter 13

In the morning, recalling my debauchery, my face was still burning with humiliation and shame. I knew that a crucial barrier had been breached and that from now on Margaret would invite Kate to stand at the open bedroom door – even while I was servicing Bill as well as Margaret. And I had little doubt that it would be only a matter of time before my precious daughter would be lured into the room and participate in servicing Margaret and Bill. I resolved to put an end to the whole affair before it came to that.

I walked into the kitchen from Margaret’s bedroom. Usually, I would remain nude and put on my apron while fixing the eggs for Kate before she left for school. But today I went first to my own little bedroom next to Kate’s and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt before waking Kate up. As usual Margaret was still sleeping in the master bedroom and I had breakfast time alone with Kate.

Kate immediately asked why I was dressed and reminded me that Margaret’s rule was that I was to be nude all day. It seemed that Kate was always a strict enforcer of Margaret’s rules, no matter how humiliating to me. I told her my plan to leave after breakfast and told her to go back her bags with what ever she had originally brought here.

To my surprise Kate said that she didn’t want to leave. She said that she had made friends at her new school and that she didn’t want to start over again in the middle of the year. Besides, she said, we had no place to move back to and I had no job and no money. I had been so ashamed and so anxious to leave that I hadn’t thought where we would go or how we would live. Kate also mentioned leaving would mean that we would be giving up Kate’s college fund. She said – “Mom, you really have no choice. You have to stay and do your job. Besides, I like it here and I don’t mind that you have to serve Margaret and her husband. It’s OK with me, really. I liked watching you last night.”

I had been so ashamed that Kate knew that I was a sexual servant that it never occurred to me that she might enjoy being a voyeur watching her Mom in action. Kate insisted that we stay and, having no other good option available anyway, I agreed.

I did lay down one rule though – when Bill was home Kate couldn’t watch. Kate agreed. Then, using her sternest voice, she said – “Now Mom, get those clothes off and back into your apron before Margaret awakes up.”

Dominated by my daughter’s voice, I complied without saying a word. I stripped down, while Kate watched, and then, as instructed by Kate, I put my clothes back in my little bedroom. I returned nude and put on my apron and fixed Kate’s breakfast. My little rebellion was quashed and as a result Kate had assumed a more commanding role in our relationship.