Chapter 46

Dewey and Brunna remained outside in the family’s backyard until dinner. Brunna gleefully pretended to be his pony and preened for him while doing fancy steps around the back yard.

I didn’t attempt to help with food preparation because I had been rebuffed the last time. Jim watched as the rest of the family helped and ignored it. Jim chided me for not helping them.

“They won’t let me, Jim,” I whispered. I was still at his feet on all fours as he sat in the living room. Julie and Reese were upstairs with the other kids. I didn’t point out that Jim didn’t offer either. I might have if I hadn’t started the Program. I think it was fundamentally changing my mindset about things.

The voices that told me that what I was doing was outrageous were growing increasingly infrequent and quiet. I was getting used to the churn of constant butterflies in my tummy, and only when I did things that were way out of my comfort zone did I even notice them. I smiled through most of my humiliation, and I was growing to enjoy it more and more. I don’t know if “enjoy” is the right word. I just found it funny and amusing, like I was part of the joke instead of the butt of the joke.

“I thought I was a sir? You forgot now that we are in this fancy house?” Jim whispered to me.

“My mistake, Sir!”

He spanked my ass nice and hard.

“Thank you, Sir!”

“You know, if you had told me that you were into kinky shit, you and I could have kept this in the bedroom, and you wouldn’t be down here wearing out your knees and getting treated like shit.”

“You should have told me you were interested, Sir.”

“I would never think you’d go for anything like this in a million years. I didn’t know you’d take it up the butt. You squealed the first time I tried to put a finger in you.”

“I was in high school, sir.”

“Have you seen the high school girls in this house? They are walking around with hairbrushes sticking out of their asses like it’s nothing!”

“Yes, I’ve seen them, Jim. We can still do this when this is all over, and Julie goes to college.”

“All the time, or just in the bedroom?” Jim asked.

“Could we go on vacation first? Maybe let me try sitting on furniture again?”

“I thought you enjoyed not sitting on furniture,” Jim observed sarcastically.

“It’s hard to explain, Jim.”

“Explain it to me like I am an idiot,” Jim insisted. He knew I could have insulted him and said that he was, but I didn’t.

“There are things about what I am doing that I enjoy. I enjoy making you guys happy, but eating bits of scrambled egg that I flattened with my fat ass is not like a spa treatment or eating a birthday cake.”

“When the fuck did you go to a spa day?” Jim narrowed her eyes. He was missing my point. I was trying to explain that I didn’t do it for my own pleasure, but I still enjoyed it – especially when it made him and my sons happy.

“I haven’t been to one, Jim. I am just saying that it would be luxurious. This is harder than it looks.” I admitted awkwardly.

“I still don’t get why you do it. These people are Swedish. They like Ikea stuff. This whole house is full of Ikea shit. Farfignoogans and Dragovagan, or whatever the fuck they call their furniture. They can’t just call it a chair or a couch. It’s got to be a Fluffingduffingskeva!” Jim observed sarcastically.

Rolf accidentally overheard my husband’s exaggerated complaint over the functional Nordic furniture in his house. “Ah, you are talking about Ikea? No, I made most of this furniture myself. I am a carpenter as a hobby.”

“You are kidding?” Jim was shocked. Rolf was a man of many talents and obviously a very accomplished woodworker.

“No, I love to work with wood,” Rolf admitted with a humble shrug. It must have taken a great deal of effort to furnish his house with the high quality wood furniture and ensure it all matched.

“Oh yeah, my sons love to work with their wood,” Jim joked. Rolf didn’t get it, or he did and didn’t laugh. “I am just kidding. I respect that. I really do. Could I see your tools?”

“Ya, it would be my pleasure. Let me show you my workshop,” Rolf said.

“Stay!” Jim talked down to me like a dog. He hooked my leash to the couch. “Stay right there!”

Julie allowed the guys to ‘babysit’ me like this when she was busy. I nodded but told him that he should supervise me.

“It’s fine. We’ll be right back.”

Jim started talking tools with Rolf and didn’t come right back. Guess who did? Applejack and Scrabble. I placed my butt on the couch so that all they could do was sniff and lick my face and around my tits. I eventually gave in and petted the dogs.

“You like dogs almost as much as CR, I see,” Helena checked up on me. The tone in her voice suggested she knew that CR had sex with dogs.

“Maybe not that much,” I smiled.

“I have several dog penis-shaped dildos upstairs. I have always wondered what it would be like to be taken by a big dog,” Helena smiled at me mischievously. “Dinner is almost ready. Do you want to come and sit on your food?”

“Would you mind undoing my leash? My husband told me to stay here,” I replied calmly without addressing the comment about what a dildo shaped like a dog penis might look like. I assumed it would be like a jagged red lipstick.

“I am afraid he and Rolf are in the workshop, and my husband enjoys talking. Here come,” she took my leash and led me into the room. “You know this is nice. I see why Astrid enjoys it.”

“You’d like a human pet?” I was surprised. Helena came across as very earthy and wholesome, nurturing and honest. Yet, there was a naughty side to her that I was just starting to see.

“Oh yes, I would have Rolf construct a doghouse for you and keep you in the yard during the day. You would be allowed inside to eat with the family and for the kids to play with you, but otherwise, you would be mine.”

That was quite a fantasy, and Helena didn’t hesitate. It was clear she had thought about it.

“Ever since CR stayed with us, all I can think about is to own a person. Is that naughty?”

“Not really, I think it’s sexy,” I admitted. I was flattered, but also a little stunned.

“I would not permit you to speak; you would only learn commands in Svenska. If you are naughty, you will be beaten and receive no food. If you are good, you will get fresh food. You would stay outside in rain or heat, with mosquitos and bugs.”

I was amazed that the woman was telling me her deepest fantasies without any hesitation. Helena had some very harsh rules she laid out. We were alone for the moment. When I didn’t react, she added. “Your only lovers would be AppleJack and Scrabble!”

It was like she was trying to see if that frightened or shocked me.

“What about you and your husband?”

“We would not have sex with our dog! You would be our dog. We would treat you like one full-time. Groom you, clip your nails, apply flea powder, bathe you, teach you tricks, let you run around and play with the other dogs, but you would belong to us.”

“I am pregnant and belong to my daughter,” I reminded her. My mind was blown that this woman was quite serious.

“I know this. I am just telling you what I want. What do you want?” Helena asked.

The possibilities were endless. I could ask for anything. I could ask for two of anything. The sea of endless choices made it difficult to think of one thing.

“I think that when this is over, Jim and I will take a nice vacation and work on our marriage. Maybe we can find a way to continue some of this?”

“Pity, I would love to own you, Piggy,” Helena looked at me longingly, leaned into my face, and rubbed her nose on mine. Subtle lines around her eyes and smile lines were the only signs that Helena was close to my age. She called her kids to dinner.

Helena scattered some food, including messy gravy, on the ground mixed with a sticky pastry. I sat on it and mushed it around with my big butt, and waited in the observation position.

Julie and the other girls came downstairs together. It looked like she might be giving the younger girls a makeover because they wore makeup. Arvid arrived last. His mother sent him to retrieve Rolf and my husband from the workshop. Reese walked downstairs naked. His cock was flaccid.

If I knew anything about Reese, it was that he doesn’t like public nudity, and he seldom stripped around me. He always had a hard-on when he did. I assumed one of the girls upstairs took care of him. “Reese, will you go get Dewey and Brunna?” Julie asked.

Reese kicked me in my ass (not very hard, but enough to knock me off balance). “Go get Dewey and Brunna, Dumbass.”

I stood up and walked toward the door.

“Who said you could walk?” Reese grinned. I obediently got on my hands and knees and crawled. Reese normally didn’t tell me to crawl, but it seemed like a simple request, so I obeyed it. I crawled outside. The Karlson’s backyard was large, and it had a privacy fence and a swimming pool. I called to Dewey, but he either didn’t hear me or didn’t want to hear me.

I had to crawl across the yard, avoiding fire ants, and notify him of dinner. He rigged Brunna’s tits and shoulders up with a rope harness to five wooden tree branches. She was pulling it to clear a patch of dirt like a plow animal.

“I thought Brunna wanted to be a show pony, Sir?”

“What are you doing here?” Dewey didn’t appreciate the interruption. Brunna was sweaty and didn’t look like she was enjoying it.

“Your brother sent me to ask you to come inside, Sir.”