Chapter 14

“I see the point of having boundaries and limits. I just didn’t want them because I like being surprised. I like a little unexpected beatdown. It was fun when you tripped me this morning and kicked my ass. I needed that, Sir,” she admitted with a smile. My sister seemed to be coming out of her emotional slump from this morning.

I nodded and waved at the guy in the Isuzu. He was right next to us. My sister waved at him without hiding her tits. She smiled broadly, and he looked stunned and then dropped back behind our car. My sister had embarrassed HIM by not giving a fuck what he thought.

“If you are going to make me be a toilet, then it can’t be poop at every meal,” she said confidentially, almost as if she was making a demand.

I almost insisted that Hope WOULD be eating shit at every meal just because I didn’t want her to “top from the bottom” and make demands. I did not intend to be that extreme and make her eat poop at every meal. We usually only made our mother do things like that after constant teasing and humiliation as we worked up to it. The fact that Hope would dictate what she will and won’t do after telling us she didn’t want rules made me feel she was being a hypocrite.

“At first, until I am not throwing up every time and I can handle it, then obviously yes, but I need other food too. It can’t JUST be shit,” Hope finished her thought. “If I am going to be a human toilet, I might as well accept it as inevitable. I just need to work up to it.”

I was stunned by her request. Trent and James stopped playing with my mom so that they could listen. We were near my mother’s work. We dropped her off first before school.

“I am starving, and I’ve got nothing in my tummy. That’s fine. I deserve to suffer because I yacked all over the kitchen floor and made a huge mess,” Hope shrugged.

“I didn’t want you to dehydrate. That’s why I gave you a water bottle,” I assured her that I cared about her well-being.

“That’s what this is?” my sister opened it and took a big swig. “I thought this was piss for later at school,” she seemed somewhat disappointed we hadn’t pissed in a water bottle and made her bring it to school.

“I’ve got a lot of fat stored up,” my sister cupped her big tits for dramatic effect. “My other rule would be that no more than three days without water or food.”

“You’ll go three days without food or water?” I was surprised she suggested that. I had no intention of starving her.

“Look, I don’t know how long I could go with nothing but shit, piss, and cum, but I’ve gone through some intense dieting before. Three days of fasting would probably suck, but it won’t kill me. I don’t like rules and limits, but you were right. There have to be some boundaries. If you decide to starve me – it can’t be fatal.”

“You are willing to eat shit, piss, and cum only for three days?” Trent asked as we neared our mother’s office.

“As I said, at first, I’d like to have some other food with my meals until I get used to this, Sir. That’s up to you,” she assured Trent calmly. It seemed my sister was completely on board with being a full-use whore in ways we had never intended, even for Misty.

“You won’t sneak downstairs and scarf some Oreos or sneak a Diet Coke?” James seemed skeptical that my sister would really do what she said.

“Good point,” Hope brightened. Her cheeks began to color as she regained her confident attitude. “You just have to tie me up better. I don’t mean to make things a constant struggle, but I also would get bored being a robot. You tell me to do something, and then I just do it like a slut machine.”

It was obvious Hope would want to test her boundaries and limits, but she was fine with us preventing her from having a snack even if we starved her. She was being friendly about the entire concept. It sounded so harsh, and yet Hope seemed to want things to be that way.

“I’ll lock you in a cage and flush your handle,” James reached into the front seat and pulled our sister’s nose while making a flushing sound.

“Do it then,” she offered him a lemony smile and stuck out her tongue at James as a friendly dare.

“We can get cages after school,” My mom interrupted as Hope approached a parking space. My mom didn’t wait for permission to get dressed. She wiped her pussy with her hands and started putting away her dildos while keeping a low profile. “Hope, can you crouch down at my work? I won’t be able to afford them if I lose this job.”

“Oh, sorry, Mom,” Hope realized she was sitting tall and pretty in the driver’s seat. She’d probably already been seen by a few people at the office. Most people don’t expect to see a topless teenager driving a car, though, and may not have been looking. “Did you say you’d get a cage with me?”

“I don’t really know how things work now in the house. I was reminded this morning that I am a pet, whether I like it or not,” my mom pulled her clothes on. “If your brothers want to get us a cage then I am willing to pay for it. If they want one just for Hope, then that’s fine too. We have some extra money.”

“Maybe we’ll get one you can both share,” I snickered.

“Oh no, your sister’s fat bottom is a little too fat to share a cage!” my mom leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. This time, it was motherly, but there was a hint of tongue. She kissed my brothers and Hope as well. This was such an impossible family conversation. We were discussing which of the women of the house would be caged. My dick got hard.

“We can cram you in a single cage ass to the nose and tie you together so you can’t finger blast each other,” I suggested as a joke.

“If Hope is going to be a shit eater, hopefully, she is the one with her nose to my ass,” my mom giggled playfully and exited the car. She ran into someone she knew from work who almost overheard her. “Oh, Hello, Mr. Martin. Nice uh ... day, isn’t it?”

He looked at the car and then back at my mother. Hope was hunkered down on the driver’s side, hiding. She giggled mischievously when he walked past. This was fun to her!

As we drove away, more cars started to arrive. We were early to drop my mom off at her place of employment. Misty used to drive us to school and then drive herself to work. Now, she was arriving about 30 minutes early.

“I guess driving nude is probably not realistic,” Hope shrugged off the fact that she almost got caught. “That’s why I suggested we wait to make up rules. We have to try things first.”

“It’s kind of like asking people to play Monopoly without rules and then determine if $200 dollars is enough when you pass to go after the game already begun,” I explained. “We need some ground rules to get us started even if we adjust the rules later.”

“The ground rules are I’ll do whatever you tell me as long as you MAKE me do it, you can ream my ass and stretch it out, free use fuck me, beat me, make me a toilet, pull my hair, tie me up and humiliate me. Just don’t cut off any arms or kill me, make me quit school, or get me arrested. I can’t think of anything more degrading than being a shit-eating whore, but make me do whatever.”

James laughed and asked if she’d do windows.

My sister laughed and said she’d rather blow an elephant than become a maid, but she’d do that too. “Just make it interesting and dangerous. Spray me with Windex while I clean, or stick a brush up my ass. That’s all I ask,” she sounded like she was joking but I doubt that my sister was kidding.

“How about soap in your mouth?”

“Yech,” Hope fake-retched in disgust and told him that he could try.

“Think of it as a breath mint, fart-breath!” James added.

“Nicely done, you get it,” Hope smiled brightly.

“I can’t guarantee no arrests,” I snickered playfully about her other demand we not get her in trouble with the law.

“I know that, and I just mean intentionally getting me arrested. If you want me to fuck a guy for money, and he turned out to be a cop, that would be fine. That’s just the risk. It’s like making me drive, you can’t guarantee what happens while I do it.”

“You’ll be our whore?”

“Isn’t that what Mom does at the glory hole?” Hope asked with a snicker. She pointed out that we’d also had Kevin come over and fuck my mom for money, and she would fuck whoever we told her to fuck.

“I know you guys love me, and you care about me,” she said in a moment of sincerity. We scoffed playfully, but we nodded. “I know you care about my safety. You aren’t going to make me fuck my pussy with a hot curling iron and sear it closed. I doubt you’d even burn my skin with one when it’s a little hot just to leave pretty little marks. I don’t have any concerns that you’ll go too far with me. I have doubts that you will not go far enough to make this dangerously interesting.”

I was picturing a piping hot curling iron touching my sister’s milk-white skin lightly and leaving a pink mark. It made me cringe and also seemed like a wonderful fantasy. I wondered if my sister’s desires were too extreme and she didn’t realize it yet.

“When I first saw Mom hanging from the ropes, when you guys started this, I laughed because it seemed silly. It just seemed like something my mom was doing to piss me off.”

“She was just curious about bondage and how it felt,” I assured her.

“That’s what she said, and I don’t doubt that it is true. She also knows that I have always been into needles and chains and stuff. I thought she probably wanted to rub my nose into the fact she was actually doing it. It seemed like I was being snubbed, when I am the Goth bitch who loves deviant stuff.”

I didn’t think that at all. Hope was allowed to participate and even invited. However, I never thought about her being tied up with Mom. I thought she might grab a paddle and help us spank Misty’s ass.

“I would have volunteered to get tied up, but you guys never asked, and you hit like girls,” she laughed at our early attempts to discipline our mother in the garage. I was shocked that my sister made that admission.

“When Doug left my mom hanging, I was fascinated by how beat up and torn down she was. She came out of the garage completely battered like a crack whore who came back to her pimp with no money,” Hope said as if she admired that look. “The red streaks of whip marks on her ass and back looked so beautiful to me. Mom was covered in a layer of grime and filth, and she was uncontrollably orgasming even when you tried to tie her down. I wanted to call Doug, and the only reason that I didn’t was that I couldn’t stand him.”

I could relate to that sentiment.

“I was tempted. The fact that I hate him was actually a plus because it would feel more semi-consensual than with you Bozos,” she joked lightly. “I thought it would be funny if Dad found out that his best friend was fucking the shit out of me. That’s why I came out naked the first time. I was curious if Dad would try to fuck me if I was helpless and tied up.”

“You’d have let him?”

“As Misty says, I’d be helpless and bound, and no holes are barred,” my sister assured me.

The quote was actually no “holds” are barred, but I could see how both holes and holds could be true.

“It seemed like you guys wanted me to be a Domme, and that’s not my bag. I don’t want to hurt anyone. There are times I do, and I’d be fucking great at it. I just find that boring and dull. I have hurt every person I’ve ever dated. I dated a vampire dude and drank his blood once. It’s easy to hurt people. It’s much more fun being hurt. You feel something much more intense.”

I didn’t doubt any of that.

“I don’t really give a shit about Dad enough to find out that I was right about him,” she admitted that she thought her father would fuck her if given the chance. “I began looking for a situation like Doug created in our garage all of the time. I just made up that shit about wanting to find out if Dad was a pervert that would fuck his own daughter for an excuse to act like a slave whenever he came over. I was being cowardly. I wanted to ask for this sooner. I just wasn’t sure how you guys would react and I hoped Edward would step up. You were getting better and better at kicking mom’s ass. I just didn’t want a relationship that was exactly the same as you have with Mom. She’s your slave, you know?”

I reminded my sister that our mom absolutely refuses to be a slave, and that she was our sex-pet.

“You own her, and she happily does whatever you tell her. That’s a slave. You own Mom. You may not realize it, and she may not want to admit it. I don’t know when it happened, but Mom just started to blossom and really embrace being your slave, and now she belongs to the three of you. I don’t really want to be your slave. I want to be something lower and more degrading than that.”

We were intrigued. We were nearing school and had to wrap up the conversation. My sister really connected the dots on her motivation and I believed everything she said was something that she believed to be true. This wasn’t bullshit or a test. She had opened up to us and let her guard down and told us what she was thinking. It was strange to see my sister be so vulnerable and honest.

“What if WE make you our slave?” James asked.

“I guess it could be fun if you TRY and train me into a proper little slave. You’d have to beat it into me and train me to do things a certain way. Me and mom could lez out together for the rest of our lives and bring you Capri Suns while you play with your Xbox?” Hope shrugged as if that wouldn’t be so bad. She clearly wanted something else though.

James giggled.

“I think I’d rather make you into what you want to be,” I suggested.

“That’s why this isn’t something I see working for a long time. The things I want to be are profane, dark, twisted, nasty and disgusting. I don’t want to MAKE you, MAKE me do things. That’s why I say that rules don’t really work for me.”

We asked her to explain as she pulled into a parking spot and got dressed for school. Hope felt that would take far too long.

“The rules are all about things you can make me do and limits. You can MAKE me go nude in the car,” she said to try to break her desires down into the short version. We nodded – that was right.

“I don’t really want rules that define what you can make me do,” she admitted sheepishly. It seemed like Hope was searching for a way to explain herself.

I reminded her that she had already said that she could not be starved of food or water for three days. I also reminded her we hadn’t agreed to that yet, and we were still considering it. I didn’t say it, but I didn’t want to make Hope do anything that jeopardized her health.

“I don’t want to tell you that you can’t make me a toilet. I also don’t want to tell you that you HAVE to make me one. It’s not like I’ve dreamed since I was a little girl of growing up to be a full-service human toilet bowl,” Hope made a dramatic face to imitate a passionate little girl dreaming of growing up to be a famous ballerina who is also President of the United States.

“I just want you to know that if you ARE going to make me one then don’t wimp out and start feeling sorry for me. Today, I was so humiliated because you guys kept looking at me like I was a loser and like I couldn’t handle it. You didn’t ridicule me or make me try to slurp up my own mess. You basically put a time-out on things and made it feel like a game. If I wanted that, I could probably have gotten Edward to be my Master.”

As we got out of the car, I asked if we were her Masters while my sister got dressed for school. She wasn’t wearing much, and we made her ditch the tiny panties and bra before she even considered wearing it.

“Do you want to be? Is that what you aspire to, Michael?” Hope seemed wistful, as if she was above titles like Slave and Master and saw no need for them while she crouched behind the car door and hastily got dressed for school.

“Yes, I’d like to be your Master.”

“I don’t know if you know what being a Master is any more than I do being someone’s beast, but fine, let me think about it,” she left without committing to it. School was starting, and we all had to head to class.

I was a little miffed. Hope hadn’t said ‘YES’ or ‘YES MASTER’ when she left. All day long, I ruminated about the things I’d do to her when we got home. I decided not to join her after school. However, Trent did. He seemed to be inspired by my visit. My sister even texted me to say that was an even bigger punishment than eating shit.

As I understand it, Trent humiliated her in front of her friends and made it pretty clear that she belonged to her brothers. She came home with our names written on her butt cheeks in marker, and I suspected that she had to show her ass to all of her friends.

Hope had “H” on one ass cheek, the “O” from her name was a circle around her asshole and the “PE” was the other cheek. Trent was a clever boy, and I was proud of him. Our school has a pretty liberal dress code policy and we often heard rumors about girls flashing around school. Trent made sure that my sister “accidentally” bent over or made it appear that her skirt had shifted while she was walking and showed her ass several times.

I overheard several people at school talking about it while snickering about the latest slut. They called Hope an attention whore. I wanted to tell them that my sister was an actual whore. However, I just pretended I hadn’t overheard.

I didn’t get to see her bend over in the hallway, but Trent apparently has several classes near my sister, and snapped his fingers every time he felt there were no teachers nearby. He did a lot of snapping that afternoon!

She also came home with a single cage that was big enough for a medium-sized dog. My mom and she waited to be allowed in the backdoor. They asked politely if they could put on some clothes to bring to the cage.

“Why? “You are always walk to the backyard nude,” I reminded them. I was thrilled that they hadn’t just put on their street clothes and brought the cage in. Hope seemed to believe that she had to be “made” to do everything.

“There are some boys outside riding their bikes, and it’s broad daylight, Sir. It’s going to take us a little time to get it,” Misty assured me that this was a special circumstance.

“Fine, why didn’t you buy a cage for you?” I sneered the question at my mom.

“Master Trent said that we would share, Sir,” my sister answered for her mother. I was thrilled to hear my sister call us Master in a non-sarcastic, patronizing way. She once called us Master Bates, Master Fail, and Master Disaster when we first started dominating our mother a few months earlier.

“Yes, Hope and I got in the floor model at the pet store. Everyone thought we were nuts,” Misty giggled. “It’s going to be a tight squeeze, Master, but I think that we will get used to it.”

Hearing my mother call me Master was another unexpected thrill. “Master?”

“Hope told me that you guys wanted to be our Masters?” Misty seemed like a nervous schoolgirl who just handed me a note that said I should check yes or no whether I liked her or not and become her boyfriend.